#she was so young when everything happened and shes STILL so young

[deadgood-redhood]

what happens when bruce can no longer ignore how old he's gotten?

even after a decade of the physical miracles he's pulling, the injuries he's suffered, the brushes with death, he should have given in and retired, like a football player with a successful career.

but now he's looking at three decades of this shit and god, he can feel it. he can feel it in every bone. it scares him when the morphine training sessions become less about maintaining his tolerance and more about getting a relief from the constant dull roar of pain.

but who does he turn to?

he can't just hang up the cowl. he's thought it over so many times before, every time he sees dick's freedom, jason's inner turmoil, tim's paranoia, damian's youth. none of them, none of them are ready, he can't do that to any of them. but batman isn't just some person in a costume, it's a symbol. an idol that gotham's tenuous relationship with peace is dependent on, addicted to. if he hangs it up, he could lose everything he's ever worked for, and lose his kids in the process.

but god, if his back keeps acting up the way it does, or his knees, or his shoulder, it won't matter. batman dying on the field instead of just quietly and mysteriously disappearing one day would be so very much worse. at least the latter is threatening in its ambiguity.

he takes a risk. he makes a gamble. he lays out all his cards- and he picks tim.

dick is enjoying his freedom in the light, bruce can't rip his wings off and shove him in a cave. jason may not be as unpredictable and damaged as he was since he first reappeared, but there was still an anger there that bruce didn't quite trust. and damian... no matter how he tries, bruce looks at that face and sees his little boy, not the young man he's grown to be. and damian may resent him for it, but bruce refuses to move the final chess piece to seal the game that talia has set up for damian all his life. she determinedly shoehorned damian into a fate he never chose and made him think it was what he wanted, and bruce will have no part in that, even with his back to the wall.

and so there's tim. he's paranoid, sure, but less erratic these days than he was when bruce returned. and besides, bruce can appreciate a good bit of paranoia. it keeps your senses sharp. maybe tim is a little unstable, but he's a good detective, and he cared enough about gotham to try and move the unstoppable force of batman against the immovable object of dick grayson, so he knows what it takes.

so it's tim.

tim had just about checked out of it all. damian was robin, so boom, that was a robin at bruce's side keeping him from murder, check. jason was slowly integrating his way back into the family, so great, another check. and... really all they need him for anymore is tech support when babs is busy.

so... maybe they don't really need him at all. and tim is just starting to wonder who the hell else he could be after everything else he's seen and if he's made a massive mistake throwing away his unenlightened life for the 50 millionth time when bruce tells him.

it's him. he's got the cowl. bruce is too old and it's all on tim and god, tim should feel so relieved to have a path picked out for him, but all he can feel is the crushing weight of an unimaginable responsibility.

it's his city now, and dad isn't going to be there to protect him anymore.

[sosa2imagines]

For dad Bucky, how about little Natalia scared him by announcing she has a boyfriend but the real meaning of sentence is that she made a new friend. And in the end reader clears the misunderstanding.

Thank you so much for this ask, I had lots of fun writing it.

Warning- Fluff, protective dad Bucky.

Bucky had always considered himself to be a simple man. Back in the 30s and 40s, people spoke in proper, full sentences, and communication was a straightforward affair. But now, in the world of today's generation, things seemed to be much more complex. The way people spoke, the slang they used, and even the way they expressed themselves had changed so much.

Bucky was sitting in the living room, sipping his coffee and going through some paperwork when Natalia, his six-year-old bundle of energy and mischief, bounded into the room, a wide grin on her face. She clambered onto the couch next to him and poked him in the arm, trying to get his attention.

Bucky set down his coffee and turned to look at his daughter. “What is it, kiddo?” he asked, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“Guess what, Pa?” Natalia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I have a boyfriend!”

Bucky's heart skipped a beat. He knew what those words meant, and the thought of his daughter having a boyfriend at six years old was not something he was ready to deal with. A storm of emotions roiled inside him, from shock to panic and everything in between.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky tried to keep his voice neutral. “Natalia, sweetheart,” he began, “you can't have a boyfriend at your age. You're only six.”

Natalia's face fell a little, confusion replacing the excitement she had felt just a moment before. “But why not?” she asked, her bottom lip puckering into a pout.

Bucky had to tread carefully here. He didn't want to upset his daughter, but he also didn't want her to think that having a boyfriend at such a young age was acceptable. “Well, sweetheart,” he said gently, “having a boyfriend is something that happens when you're a bit older. You need to focus on being a kid and having fun, not worrying about boys just yet.”

“But everyone in my class has boyfriends and girlfriends!” Natalia protested, her little brow furrowing in confusion.

Bucky's heart dropped even further. The thought of all those kids in her class having relationships at such a young age was even more distressing. He took another deep breath, trying to stay calm.

“Natalia,” he said, trying to keep his voice level, “even if that's true, it doesn't mean you have to have one too. You're still too young for that kind of thing. And I don't want you thinking that it's normal or okay to have a boyfriend at your age. Do you understand?”

“But my teacher is okay with it,” Natalia protested, her voice taking on a hint of defiance. “She even told us to have boyfriends and girlfriends. She said it's important to.”So-cial-ize!”

Bucky's jaw dropped open in shock. What kind of teacher was telling kids in kindergarten to have boyfriends and girlfriends? He struggled to hide his disbelief and anger.

“Natalia,” he said slowly, trying to keep his voice steady, “your teacher told you to have a boyfriend?”

“Yeah, she said it's important.” Natalia replied, completely oblivious to the storm she had unleashed in her father.

Bucky rubbed his forehead, trying to process what he was hearing. This was insane. They were six, for god's sake.

Bucky felt a headache beginning to form behind his eyes. This was shaping up to be a very long day.

He knew he had to set a firm but gentle boundary with Natalia, but the fact that her teacher was apparently not only okay with kids in kindergarten having boyfriends and girlfriends, but actually encouraging it, was making things more complicated.

As you walked through the front door and into the living room, you were expecting the familiar sounds of giggles and fun chaos that usually accompanied Natalia and Bucky together. Instead, you were greeted by an unexpected sight.

The two of them were sitting across from each other, arms crossed over their chests and identical scowls on their faces.

It seemed like a battle of wills was taking place, and neither one of them was backing down.

You stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene before you. Both Natalia and Bucky were still glaring at each other, their expressions identical. With a resigned sigh, you gave them a small nod and headed towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

As you stood in the kitchen, sipping your water, you mentally prepared yourself for the coming conversation. You knew there was going to be a lot to discuss.

You walked back into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Natalia and Bucky got up and came to sit next to you. Natalia being small, she sometimes needed help getting up onto the couch.

“Pa, help please…” she said innocently, and in an instant, Bucky was there to help her, lifting her up onto the couch next to you. At that moment, it was hard to believe they had been glaring at each other just moments ago, it seemed like they had forgotten their argument entirely.

“Thank you, pa.”

“You are welcome, princess.”

As soon as Natalia had settled in beside you, both of them seemed to remember their argument again. The air in the room became tense once more, and their angry expressions returned.

Natalia and Bucky were both still sitting on either side of you, their arms crossed and their gazes fixed on each other. It was as if the short moment of peace had never even happened.

As you took a deep breath, ready to ask what was wrong, both Bucky and Natalia spoke at the same time.

“Our daughter has a boyfriend!”

“Pa says I can't have a boyfriend!”

You couldn't help but do a double take as you heard their simultaneous declarations. Their words had been so similar yet contradictory. It was as if they had rehearsed it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you said, holding up your hands in an attempt to stop them from talking over each other. “One thing at a time, please. Bucky, you go first.”

Bucky started to explain, his voice filled with frustration and disbelief.

“Our daughter has a boyfriend, doll,” he began. “And not only that, but everyone in her class has a boyfriend or girlfriend, can you believe it? And the worst part is, their teacher actually suggested it!”

His words hung in the air for a moment, and you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

You furrowed your brow, trying to wrap your mind around the situation. It seemed so absurd that kids in kindergarten would be having relationships encouraged by their teacher.

“What do you mean the teacher suggested it?” you asked, looking at Bucky for answers.

As Bucky was about to respond, Natalia interrupted and climbed onto your lap. “Excuse me,” she piped up, “it's my turn to speak now!”

You couldn't help but chuckle a little at her cheeky attitude, but you were still concerned about the situation.

You patted her head gently and smiled down at her. “Okay, sweetheart,” you said. “You can speak now. Go ahead.”

Natalia grinned and sat up straighter on your lap, clearly happy to have your full attention.

“Everyone in my class has a boyfriend or girlfriend,” she began, much like her father had. “And Teacher said it's important to have one! She said it helps us be more so-ci-able!”

You furrowed your brow again, focusing on the word “sociable” that Natalia had repeated.

“What do you mean by sociable, princess?” you asked her gently, trying to understand what their teacher had told them.

Natalia seemed to think for a moment, trying to find the best way to explain. “Well,” she said, “Teacher said having a boyfriend or girlfriend means we get to play and talk and spend more time together. She said it helps us be friendlier and have more fun with our friends.”

Bucky interjected, panic evident in his voice. “See?” he exclaimed.

Natalia shot a glare at him, her little face scrunched up in irritation. “Do not in-ter-rupt!” she repeated, pronouncing each syllable separately with a hint of defiance.

You couldn't help but bite back a smile at her little display of sass.

It was clear from the interaction that Bucky and Natalia were both feeling strongly about this situation. Bucky was concerned and worried about Natalia having a boyfriend at such a young age, while Natalia was determined to prove that it was perfectly normal and acceptable.

You turned your attention back to Natalia, curious about this supposed boyfriend of hers. “Sweetheart,” you said, “can you tell me a bit more about this boyfriend of yours? What's his name?”

Natalia's face lit up as you asked her about her boyfriend. “His name is Tommy,” she said, her eyes shining with excitement. “He sits next to me in class, and he shares his snack with me every day!”

As Natalia described the qualities of her “boyfriend,” you began to connect the dots in your mind. Everything she was saying pointed to a simple friendship rather than anything more serious.

With an amused smile, you asked, “Is he your friend, sweetheart? Like a friend who happens to be a boy?”

Natalia's eyes widened slightly as she seemed to consider your question. “Well,” she said thoughtfully, We are friends, and he is a boy. So he is my friend who is a boy. Boyfriend!”

You couldn't help but laugh softly as you realized the situation was just a misunderstanding. You noticed Bucky looking at you, his face a mix of confusion and frustration.

“Oh, Bucky,” you said, grinning at him. “It's not as serious as it seemed. Turns out, Natalia's 'boyfriend' is just her friend who happens to be a boy.”

Bucky's expression didn't soften right away. He frowned, still clearly concerned. “But the teacher still told them to have boyfriends and girlfriends!” he protested. “Doesn't that worry you at all?”

You put a reassuring hand on Bucky's arm, trying to ease his worries.

“Calm down, Bubba,” you said gently. “Natalia's teacher wasn't telling the kids to have romantic relationships. It's just a misunderstanding in the way Natalia explained it. I think what the teacher meant was for the kids to socialize and make friends with each other, including boys and girls.”

Bucky's expression softened slightly upon hearing your explanation. He seemed to relax a bit, the tension in his shoulders releasing.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “That makes more sense. But why use the word 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend'? That's what threw me off.”

You chuckled softly, amused at the confusion caused by Natalia's innocent misinterpretation.

“Bucky,” you said, “I think Natalia is using the terms 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' because in her mind, they simply mean a friend. She's not aware of the romantic context adults associate with those terms. She's thinking 'I have a friend who is a girl, so she is my girl-friend.' or 'I have a friend who's a boy, so he is my boy-friend.' Does that make sense?”

Bucky nodded slowly, seeming to finally understand the situation. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh as the tension faded from his face.

“Yeah, I get it now,” he admitted. “I guess I misunderstood the situation, too. I still think the teacher should've been clearer with her choice of words, though.”

You gave a gentle smile and teased a bit, trying to lighten the mood.

“Or,” you said, “I think our little miss Natalia here needs to work on her storytelling skills a bit better. Dropping the 'I have a boyfriend' bombshell without giving you context was not the best approach.”

Natalia pouted again at your gentle chiding, her lips pursing into a small frown. “I was getting to that part,” she mumbled, crossing her arms. “I just wanted to start with the exciting part first.”

You chuckled at her defensive nature, finding her behavior endearing. “Fair enough, sweetheart,” you said, ruffling her hair affectionately. “But next time, try to give a bit more context before dropping news like that. Your Pa won't be able to handle it.”

Bucky feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart theatrically.

“Hey, I can handle news like that,” he protested, a hint of humor in his voice. “I just need a little warning beforehand, that's all.”

Natalia giggled at her father's exaggerated reaction, her earlier pout replaced by a cheeky grin.

“Don't worry, Pa,” she said, poking him in the side. “I'll give you a warning next time before I reveal any more 'bomb-shells.'”

Natalia, intrigued by the new word, looked up at you with wide eyes and asked, “What's a bomb-shell?”

Bucky chuckled at her question, finding her curiosity adorable. “It's a figure of speech, sweetheart,” he explained. “It means saying something surprising or dramatic, like saying you have a boyfriend.”

Natalia's eyes widened further as she took in the explanation. “Ohhh,” she said, nodding understandingly. “So it's like when I say, 'You'll never guess what I found in my lunch box today!' and it's a surprise?”

You chuckled at her analogy, impressed by her ability to connect concepts. “Exactly, sweetheart,” you said, patting her head. “It's like that. A bombshell is just a big surprise.”

As Natalia got down from your lap and headed over to her toys, she called back over her shoulder, her voice filled with excitement.

“Oh, and Pa, I can't wait to have a playdate with Tommy!”

Bucky's eyes widened at Natalia's mention of a 'playdate' with Tommy, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

With a resigned sigh, you muttered under your breath, “Here we go again...” knowing that Bucky was likely to misinterpret the innocent term 'playdate' and start overthinking again.

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[deathbxnny]

hello!! capitano, ororon and wriothesley with a teen!reader who is like firefly?

Male Genshin Characters with a Firefly!Teen!Reader | Capitano, Ororon, Wriothesley x Gn!Reader

Hello Anon!! Thank you very much for your request, and I hope you'll enjoy this!<33

Content: Platonic relationships, reader has a chronical illness, talks of potential death of reader, angst, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

》CAPITANO

He knew firsthand how cruel the world can be, and you confirmed that for him more than anything else. You were a lively kid he had taken under his wing as a toddler, and even from a young age, he could tell that your health wasn't the best. It only got worse over time until you were left unable to walk or really move much on your own. But what truly broke his heart deep down was your will to live in the face of certain doom. Death wasn't an option in your mind, and you refused to let it take ahold of you.

Capitano, therefore, did his best to be as supportive as he can be. In a way, he sees you two as parallels of eachother, both cursed with a disease that's rotting you from the inside out and yet, here you were, still fighting for what you think is right. For a chance to live a life worth staying for. He knew he was too far gone, however, and therefore, just put all his energy in keeping you alive instead. He made sure you had the best doctors in all of Snezhnaya at your sides at all times.

And when you just wanted to take a moment with him to relax somewhere in peace, he'll grant you that wish as well. Capitano knows that realistically, your days are more than numbered... but if supporting you until the very end is what makes you feel better, then so be it.

》ORORON

You were a couple years younger than him and were taken in by him when he found you near dying on a dirt road. He initially wanted to give you to the village, but when you refused to leave him after he nurtured you back to health, he simply kept you in his home as a younger sibling. Citlali made sure to practically visit every other day to check up on you, however, as she doesn't entirely trust her grandson with your deteriorating health alone. She knew it was too much for even him and therefore made sure to teach him everything he knew. Especially when you stopped being able to walk. It was clear that Ororon was hurting with you and was deep down desperate too keep you alive one way or another, despite the grave situation.

But what pained him the most was the bright look in your eyes, even when you're in major agony. Your body was betraying your excitement for life. It was terrible, and yet, he didn't let you notice how bad he had it. If you were happy and content with him here when you took your last breath, then he had done everything he could have. And he'd make sure that exactly that would happen.

》WRIOTHESLEY

He wanted you to live a happy, free life ever since he heard about your diagnosis. Wriothesley had taken you under his wing when you arrived as a young preteen and basically treated you as his own. Sigewinne kept an eye on you at all times as well, practically being glued to your side as she monitors the progression of your illness very closely. The Duke knew, however, that you wouldn't live for long after you weren't able to walk anymore. Your body was giving you up, but he refused to do so himself. Seeing you so bright and optimistic despite everything just motivated him to do better too.

He'll try his best to make your time in the fortress as enjoyable as possible. He will share his tea, crack some jokes, and watch the ocean life through the glass with you. Anything for a smile and happy laugh. And even if you're too tired and sick for any of it, he'll still be there to support you in silence. He wants you to know that he'll be there until you do take your last breath... but also, he'll be there to carry you back to the surface above after you do so.

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

au where soap is medically discharged and doesn’t really have a “purpose” anymore. He enlisted so young, and had been in the military for so long that he’s got no fucking idea what to do next. In the end, he moves in with his oldest sister and her kids after his brother-in-law passes away suddenly.

While getting his feet back under him, he takes up drawing again. More seriously this time than just doodles on paperwork and scribbles on briefing notes. But real illustrations. It starts as a way to keep his hands occupied while idle at home, but then it becomes an actual hobby of his. He gets better and better, watching YouTube tutorials to learn things he wouldn’t have picked up otherwise.

It’s his 15 year old niece that gets everything rolling. She (without his knowledge) sets up a social media account to share his art. But a very specific series of art. See, he started illustrating the stories his 5 year old nephew told him. And the art, just like the stories, are mindblowing. Soap didn’t do it for recognition, but his niece insisted on sharing his work with the world.

The account starts to get a following, and when his niece shows it to him he nearly has a breakdown. But then he sees the comments. Parents of kids who feel seen in his art. Young self taught artists feeling seen through him. A whole community of people who connected with his work on such a deeper level than anything he’d expected. So, begrudgingly, he lets her continue to post.

Then comes the storefront. With prints and merch and all sorts of wild ass things he’d never dreamed of. And while the income is modest, it still an income. For a while, a part of him had felt guilty for “mooching” off his sister (despite her protests to the contrary) and now he can really start contributing to the household. Plus, a little bit of each sale gets squirreled away for his niece and nephew. Since without them, this whole thing wouldn’t be happening.

And then the email comes. It’s innocuous at first, something he’s gotten a number of times. The sender asks him if he’s willing to illustrate for an upcoming project with a children’s book author. They’d seen his work online and thought his style would match perfectly with the book. Initially, soap was going to politely decline the offer. As much as he’d come to accept the minor fame he’d gotten online, he didn’t think he was good enough to actually illustrate something for a traditional publication. But then he sees the sender’s signature.

S. Riley.

Not much was known about Riley as a person. Their personal life, much like their first name, was kept down tight under lock and key. But their books were beloved by so many, including Soap and his family. Riley wrote on topics that not a lot of other children’s book authors dared to touch, and not with the deft and delicate hand necessary to properly tackle them. Things like parental abuse, neglect, trauma, death; there wasn’t a subject Riley was scared of, and there wasn’t a subject that they handled with anything less than the utmost grace. Their book on dealing with grief and loss had gotten Soap’s niblings (and his sister, to be perfectly honest) through those first few months after their father’s death.

So, despite his misgivings and anxieties, soap accepts.

(Across the country, one Simon Riley waits with bated breath to see if his nephew Joseph’s (and his) mysterious favorite artist will say yes. For no other reason than professional curiosity. It definitely has nothing to do with the briefest glimmer of a bright blue eye caught in the corner of a recent post.)

[yu-huuuu]

Second Chance — Itachi Uchiha

[🌸] So, in my writing class I had to practice different points of viewI've done that before but it's fun as fuck haha

characters: itachi uchiha

genre: a type of angst ; fluff in the end (?)

warnings: none ; modern au ; fem! reader ;

reader, is referred as: 'love, sun, refuge...' yes, yes, it is cheesy but girls I don't know your name 🗣️🗣️🗣️ the day one of you tells me your name I will make the character call you that way, haha

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The night had fallen with a calm, silent chill, like a blanket that covered everything it touched. Itachi was driving his car, focused on the wheel, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, his love. Eight years had passed since she disappeared from his life, and every day since then had been a quiet battle, an internal struggle to understand how he had let her slip away.

He had made too many mistakes, but the biggest of all was letting her go. He thought he had time, that she would always be there, but life taught him in the cruelest way that time does not forgive anyone.

She, who had been his sun, his love, his refuge in a world that demanded too much. But in his arrogance, in his obsession with work, with keeping his life neat and under control, he had let the only person who truly mattered fade away. And now, there was no way to stop the pain of losing her.

'What if I never find her again?' he thought, tightening his grip on the wheel. 'What if she's gone for good?'

When he saw a familiar figure walking on the sidewalk, he could hardly believe it. It was her. His heart skipped a beat in his chest, and doubt disappeared in an instant. Without thinking, he parked the car sharply, leaping out of the vehicle and rushing toward her, not caring what anyone might think of his reckless behavior.

The cold night bit through his coat as he ran toward her.

"It's you…" he whispered her name breathlessly, and when she saw him, her eyes widened in surprise. But what struck him the most was when he saw who was next to her. A child. A young boy, no older than nine, who looked at Itachi with curious eyes that seemed strangely familiar.

Itachi stopped in front of her, his gaze fixed on the child. 'What does this mean?', he thought. The boy looked up at him, unafraid, as though he recognized him from somewhere, which left Itachi even more confused.

"I…" his voice trembled, and she stood silent, unsure of what to say, though her eyes spoke volumes of years of pain and resentment. It was she who broke the silence, her voice soft but firm.

"Why are you here, Itachi?" she asked, her tone distant, as if she were still carrying the scars of what had happened years ago.

He didn’t know where to start. He couldn’t explain in words what he was feeling. There was only one thing he could do. He stepped forward, quickly pulling her into his arms with the urgency of someone who had lost everything and just wanted to get back what little was left.

His love, clearly surprised, tensed in his embrace, but in the end, she didn’t pull away. The hug lasted longer than either of them expected, charged with a mixture of repressed emotion and guilt. When they finally separated, the two of them locked eyes for a long moment, as though trying to find an answer there.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I don’t know what I did. I didn’t know how to value you. I thought I’d lose you if I opened up, if I told you how I felt. I didn’t know how… But I never stopped thinking about you. Every day, every damn day, the only thing I wanted was to be with you." His voice was low, sincere, full of regret.

His love looked at him in silence, her eyes sweet but tired. She couldn’t forget what he had done. She couldn’t forget how he had let her go, how he had discarded her without a second thought. But there was something in his eyes, something in his tone that told her he was no longer the same man he had been back then.

"Do you really feel that way, Itachi?" she asked, her voice almost broken. "Because if you had done this before, I wouldn’t be here… Not with him…" She gestured toward the boy, who was still watching them with curiosity, as if not fully understanding the situation.

Itachi turned his gaze to the child. At that moment, something clicked inside him. The boy’s eyes… it was like looking at his own reflection. The surprise hit him like an electric jolt.

"Is… is he mine?" he asked, though the answer was already dawning on him. The boy smiled shyly, looking at his mother and then at him.

She sighed deeply, as though her whole life had been condensed into this one moment. "Yes. He’s your son, Itachi. When I left… I was pregnant with him. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think I was saying it for your money. I didn’t want you to think that I was just another woman who wanted you for what you had."

Itachi felt like the world was crashing down on him, but not in the way he expected. He had lost everything: her, him, the chance to be a father in the boy’s life. All because of his lack of courage.

"… I… I’m so sorry."

She looked at him silently, her face a mixture of contained emotion. "I don’t know if I can forgive you, Itachi. But… he needs to know who you are. And you… you have the right to be part of his life, if you truly want to be."

The boy, in the meantime, had been silently watching the scene. Finally, he stepped forward, looking at Itachi, and without thinking too much, he fixed his gaze on him. "Who are you?" he asked in his innocent voice, his tone so pure it cut through the tension in the air. "You look just like me. Are you… my daddy?"

Itachi, for the first time in years, was left speechless. How was he going to explain everything he had lost to a child so small? How could he possibly do it right after all the damage he had caused? But it didn’t matter. What he did know was that he wasn’t going to let him and her go this time.

"I’m… I’m your dad", he finally said, his voice soft, more vulnerable than he had ever sounded.

She watched him in silence, her face a mixture of emotion. "He’s a good boy, Itachi. Just… promise me you won’t let him go, that you won’t leave him like you left me..."

Itachi nodded slowly, understanding that he hadn’t just lost her, but had let go of the chance to be the man she needed. But if there was anything he could do right now, it was to be the father their little one deserved and prove that he was worthy of a second chance to be her partner and her husband in the future.

"I promise", he murmured, his voice firm, though full of vulnerability.

Their little boy, seeing that both of them seemed to reach an understanding, smiled, unaware of the full gravity of the situation. But something inside him told him that from that moment on, his life would change forever and that it would no longer be his mother and him against the world.

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Extras ;;

"Mom, is this man— my dad going to live with us?" your little son asked innocently, after a while. Clearly confused with the idea of ​​where the man who said to be his father could sleep.

You on the other hand looked at him and, for a moment, smiled tenderly. You bent down to stroke the little boy's head. Though you laughed when you saw his curious look.

"Maybe, little one. Maybe"

[alipeeps]

Episode 16

I'm ready for the pain. *whimpers* Bring it on...

.......

Whyyyy is Zhu Yan's (much shorter) hair fully grey when he was younger? Is my boy vain? Did he start colouring it as he got older? 😂

Okay so young Li Lun is a sulky bitch. I'm getting "teenager forced to come on a family holiday and determined to hate it just because" vibes...

Why do I feel like I know the dragon mountain god somewhere?

*goes to check MDL*

Meh, he's done this and My Journey to You (which I only got a few eps into before getting distracted) and two movies that I've not seen. So, no idea why he seems familiar.

Though for some reason (his styling maybe - with the braids and the hint of moustache?) he is giving me Nie Mingjue vibes...

Ahahahaaaa they knew in advance that Zhu Yin was skanky!! 😁

Gotta say (I have mentioned it before) I am loving the narrative device they keep using in this show where they flash back to a previous scene and show more of it/detail that we didn't get shown the first time around that completely reframes the current scene and shows that they were expecting this and had stuff planned in advance...

But wherrrre is my boy Bai Jui during all this? Ying Lei asked this earlier and Zhuo Yichen said he should be with Pei Sijing... I took that at the time to mean they still had no idea that Sijing is the spy and thought he was somewhere safe with her... but could it mean that they do know/suspect and they maybe sent Bai Jiu after her, knowing she would spot him and (trusting she wouldn't actually hurt or kill him - which is a big risk tbh?) would have to stay and guard him, thus keeping Bai Jiu away from the fight *and* taking Sijing out of the fight?

Aiya... Ying Lei living up to his potential as a mountain god...

Uhoh, dragon boy is fighting back with his weather-controlling powers.

And Li Lun is just standing there not doing shit. 😂 Like... dude... they are all occupied with either holding the area or spell-casting inside it. You could just walk up and stab em and they wouldn't be able to do much to fight you off...

Oh shit no... dragon dude is not controlling the weather... he's making it night time rather than day...

Which means... blood moon

Oh SHIT!

Welp Zhu Yan pulling in all the malicious qi has at least dealt with the creatures outside the gate... but on the other hand you've now got a MUCH bigger problem!!

Well fuck

So the Baize token was what was shackling Li Lun and that's why he wanted it broken... bullshit about breaking the barrier between the wasteland and the mortal world so demons could be free was just the lie he sold Zhu Yin to get him on board (just like the lie he sold Qing Geng - this is his modus operandi)

God this is glorious imagery...

Goddamit though, Zhu Yan has absorbed all the malicious qi and very clearly lost control but all he does for the longest time is just hover there... he doesn't immediately go on an indiscriminate rampage. I can only imagine him spending all that time hovering just... trying to cling to control...?

And the first person he *does* go for is Zhu Yin, who betrayed him and his friends.

Ugh the dismissive ease with which he shrugs off the mountain god's power...

Oh man, the slow deliberate malice in the way he moves...

I shouldn't be finding this expression hot AF, right?

OMG look at how distressed he is - even after everything Li Lun has done - at seeing his friend be sealed...

So... it was *again* a blood moon that caused Zhu Yan to kill Zhao Wan'er? But... where did the blood moon suddenly come from? Or did it appear *because* Zhu Yan started absorbing malicious qi?

The *sound* in this scene... no music at all... just silence and the over-loud, almost distorted-sounding sounds - slosh of the water from Wan'er's footsteps, her breathing, the washing of the waves....

So. Fucking. Atmospheric.

But wait, in this memory he attacks Wen Xiao and (it looks like?) ?breaks her neck? (Or does he just knock her unconscious?) That didn't happen though in the other depictions we've seen of this scene? Is this memory faked/altered? In fact... how the fuck can Li Lun be showing her a "memory" of shit that went down after he was sealed? He wasn't there to see any of this? I call bullshit! Unless... he somehow stole this memory from Zhu Yan?

Oh SHIT is the blood moon where he killed Wan'er the same one in which he attacked Demon Hunting Bureau?!!

This song by Hou Minghao is so melancholy and haunting... and even more playing over this scene...

Oh what the fuck Sijing actually fighting on the side of the good guys? Or is she...?

Also wtf happened to her boss who was outside the gate. Why has he not gotten involved in the latest shenanigans... he wants Zhu Yan's core still, doesn't he?

Oooh baby bro enters the fray!!

Using Ying Lei's blood to fire up the sword?!

Oooh divine blood, demon blood & the Bingyi clan blood on the sword = maximum effort!

Ooooooh is he faking? I've been slightly spoiled about Zhu Yan giving him immunity to his one word spell... are we gonna get another flashback showing that that already happened and Zhuo Yichen is once again pretending to be in a coma to get the upper hand?

Fuck WHAT?!! You end it THERE?!!!

And it's fucking 3am, I cannot watch another episode, I will have to go to bed and SUFFER until tomorrow!!

[anonymousewrites]

Apple of My Eye Prologue

Eventual! Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Prologue: Once Upon a Time

Summary: Ben tells (Y/N) about his plans for the Isle, and they're eager to help.

Mouse Note: Welcome to Apple of My Eye! This is going to be a single book, updated on Tuesdays and Thursdays (subject to change if needed), and it's a Harry Hook x NB Reader (though they do go between wearing skirts and wearing pants. I write my own experience with fashion, but it's not often mentioned). It's going to be a slow burn, so although we see the MC through the first movie, no Harry until the second! :(. But I can promise lots of fun and even original content of my own at the end since I had my own ideas for what should happen in the Descendants series. Above everything else, though, I hope you guys enjoy! I loved writing this, and please comment your thoughts! (I need the motivation to keep writing). Without further ado, welcome to Apple of My Eye 

            Once upon a time, Snow White had an Evil Queen for a Stepmother. Once upon a time, she was cursed three times—comb, ribbon, and apple. Once upon a time, Prince Florian found his princess again. Once upon a time, True Love’s Kiss saved the day.

            Once upon a time, Prince Florian and Snow White had a child.

Five years old…

            “Florian, is (Y/N) ready for bed?” said Snow, humming to herself.

            “I just finished their bedtime story,” said Florian, smiling as his wife walked into the room.

            “Mommy, apples are scary,” said (Y/N), tears in their eyes.

            “Florian,” scolded Snow. “Did you tell them our story?”

            “I thought it would be a sweet love story,” said Florian. “They loved the story of Belle and Adam.”

            “Mommy, please don’t eat apples,” said (Y/N), reaching out for Snow.

            “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” said Snow, picking up (Y/N). “It’s alright. I’m fine. I’m here.”

            “But there’s bad people,” sniffled (Y/N).

            “Yes, but there are good people,” said Snow. “You just need to be a good person. Then there’s one less bad.”

            “How do I tell bad from good?” asked (Y/N).

            “You trust your heart,” said Florian. He smiled. “You got a good one from your mom.”

            “And from your dad,” said Snow. She kissed (Y/N)’s forehead. “And don’t worry, sweetheart. One day, you’re going to find your True Love, just like we did. And then you don’t have to be scared of any curses or apples.”

            “But until then, you’ll have us and good friends to face the bad with,” said Florian.

            “Now, rest,” said Snow. “We love you, sweetheart.”

            “I love you,” said (Y/N) as they were laid back in their bed.

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Twelve years old…

            (Y/N) frowned at themself in the mirror. Puberty had come, and with that, acne. Their friend Ben still had a few years, and Audrey was already on preventative creams for acne, so they felt a bit weird being the only one so far with acne.

            “What’s the matter?” said Snow. She had seen their child acting a bit strangely the past few days.

            “Audrey said I looked gross,” admitted (Y/N). “Do I?”

            “No,” said Snow, smiling. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N).”

            “I’m not the fairest,” they said.

            “You don’t need to be,” said Snow. She sat down with (Y/N) and looked into the mirror. “Remember what I taught you?”

            “Beauty isn’t a competition,” said (Y/N).

            When they were young, the story of their parents—the Evil Queen pursuing Snow White, the poisoned comb, ribbon, and apple, and True Love’s Kiss—was just a tale of love and the triumph of good. When they got older, Snow explained everything that led to the tale people knew—that insecurity of aging grew too strong, beauty became a competition, and it led to consequences. Snow White and Florian never wanted (Y/N) to grow so self-deprecating that they took it out on others. They wanted them to see their own inward and outward beauty, to grow confident and free from a competition of looks that shouldn’t exist.

            It wasn’t the only story they’d learned lessons from—people don’t belong to others so don’t be jealous if feelings aren’t returned (Gaston), being royal doesn’t make you better than another (King Adam—the Beast), don’t punish someone for their friend or relations sins (Maleficent hurting Aurora), don’t sign contracts without reading fine print (Ariel), etcetera—but it was the important one at the moment.

            “Exactly,” said Snow. She smiled.

            (Y/N) smiled back. “…Can you teach me some skincare, though? That’s not bad.”

            “No. Taking care of yourself isn’t bad. It’s fun,” said Snow. “And being kind to yourself is even better. Appearances aren’t what matters. People’s hearts do.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “Hearts matter.”

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Seventeen years old…

            “So, Bennyboo, what’s your first act going to be when you become king?” said Audrey, smiling at her boyfriend(?).

(Just how they got into a relationship or their real status confused (Y/N), but they just went with it since it wasn’t their place to intervene).

            “I hope it’s a party,” said Audrey. She grinned. “I mean, of course it will be, every king has a coronation, and there will be an afterparty, but there should be something more.” She looked at the clock and gasped. “Speaking of which, I have a fitting to get to.” She patted Ben’s cheek. “Keep me up to date with our plans.” She left the room.

            Ben let out a breath, and (Y/N) grinned at him.

            “ ‘Our plans,’ ” they repeated.

            Ben held up his hands. “It’s easier to just go with her.”

            “She’s got a one-track mind,” said (Y/N). “It’s impressive. And scary at times.” They looked at Ben. “But she has a point. What are you thinking of doing?”

            Ben shifted.

            “You look nervous. Is it something big?” (Y/N) leaned forward.

            “I haven’t told my parents yet, but…yeah,” said Ben, looking like a cross between anxious and excited.

            “What is it?” asked (Y/N).

            “I want to bring over some of the kids from the Isle,” said Ben. He hurried onward, nervous about the first person he told’s reaction. “Just a few to begin with, to see how it goes, but I think they deserve a chance, don’t you?” He paused and looked at (Y/N). “What do you think?”

            (Y/N) smiled. “I think it’s a great idea, Ben.”

            Ben let out a relieved breath. “I’m so scared about telling my parents.”

            “Listen, they of all people should know to look beyond first impressions,” said (Y/N) encouragingly. They smiled widely. “And if you need help with anything, I’m here.”

            “Really?” said Ben.

            “Yeah. The children of the people locked on the Isle didn’t do anything wrong. They were just born there,” said (Y/N). “We don’t know their hearts. And that’s what counts.”

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@neenieweenie

@hampterfae

@american-idiot-jpg

@lunalixya

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

New story drop!

This one is for all you Ark Sibling fans out there, especially now that Sonic X Shadow Generations is out to the public.

This one is based off one of many artworks my friend @cosmoshard did months ago and let create a story based on it.

Summary: There’s so many things that the Ultimate lifeform can handle whenever it was thrown at him at full power to take him down. He just never took note a mere child would end up being the one to break his stoic exterior.

Just another fluff filled Ark Sibling story.

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“Ugh….” Shadow leaned his body against the wall with his eyes closed, the cool temperature of the metal seeping through his thick quills on his shoulders and back, bringing some relief to his aching limbs. He rubbed his eyelids with his thumb and forefinger, an attempt to try to keep them from shutting close.

The professor had him do some drills to test out his ever growing chaos powers, causing quite a long session to where he pushed himself a little too much for his body to handle to which he ended up passing out due to it. All he remembered was waking up and feeling his body throbbing to where he wasn't able to move for a while.

Luckily, Gerald showed some mercy and decided that it was all they needed to do for the day.

Even then, he felt like he still couldn't fully relax due to his mind still buzzing around.

Mostly due to the other testing they did prior, trying to see if his blood can be made into a cure for Maria. They still haven't found a change in the results as far as he knew, they were just the same as always with very little to say that they made a breakthrough.

But It's been almost 2 years, longer than any of them had originally predicted to find a solution.

It was frustrating to say the least, knowing he was improving on everything except for the exact reason why he was created…

What was even his purpose-?

“Shaddy!”

His ears perked up at the sudden sound of a familiar, young voice coming from his right. He turned to see the source of the voice running at him at full speed, the girl’s pigtailed hair flew out wildly behind her while her sock covered feet nearly caused her to slip on the newly polished floor. That didn't seem to faze her as she kept coming right towards him.

“Shaddy, Shaddy!”

Shadow smiled widely at her and held out his arms expectantly, to which she launched herself into his arms. He caught her with ease as she wrapped her arms and legs around him like a koala, hearing her signature twinkle-like giggles as he tightly returned the hug. Despite the girl barely coming up to his chest in height, she was barely a struggle to hold due to his natural strength.

“Oh man, you're getting heavy.” Shadow groaned feignedly, shifting both of his arms to support her small body better. “You gotta tell your grandpa to stop feeding you so much.”

The girl merely giggled, pulling her head back and giving him a wide smile. “You keep saying that, I’ve seen you lift heavy stuff before.”

“Yeah, but you're a different kind of heavy. The type where your arms can hold something one minute then the next they just give out- WHOA!” He suddenly released his arms, making Maria drop before quickly catching her before she hit the ground, causing her to scream out.

“Hehey!”

“See? I don't know why that happens.”

“You did that on purpose!” She laughed out, trying to keep a mad look on her face, breaking immediately when Shadow narrowed his eyes and smirked at her.

“That's not true,” he bounced her in his arms slightly. “I told you that sometimes my arms just give out-HA!” He fake drops her again, making the girl squeal out. “Tried to warn you.”

Maria laughs breathlessly, trying to lightly pat her hands on Shadow's face in a form of retaliation, with him moving his head back to block from the “attacks”.

“Maria!” The two were then interrupted by a shrill, panicked voice and saw that it was Allison, Maria's tutor during the day, looking stressed beyond belief. Shadow also saw that she was holding a small pair of shoes in her hand as she came near them panting with her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. “Ah, there you are.”

“Allison.” Shadow, slightly amused at her flustered state but fought against teasing her since she did look a bit distressed. “What happened to you?”

The woman took a sharp inhale, her gaze fixed upon the pre-schooler, who was currently distracted by playing with some of the quills on the side of Shadow’s head and paying her no mind. Immediately he knew that Maria had been the main reason, the discarded shoes being one thing, but the fact the kid was probably running around before she even saw him was too much of a coincidence.

“I was trying to keep up with her. As soon as we left the nursery, she took off like a bat outta hell-, uh heck.” She quickly corrects herself seeing Shadow raise a brow at her and Maria looking towards her with curious eyes. “I think she just wanted to see you, but I almost had to leave the other kids alone if Paula didn’t offer to watch them.”

“Ah, I see now.” He places the squirming girl down on the floor, loosely crossing his arms. Maria merely smiled up at him until she noticed his change in demeanor and pauses, slightly curling in on herself under his look of disappointment.

“Maria, you know you’re always supposed to stay with Ms. Allison whenever you’re leaving the nursery, right?” He scolded lightly, watching the girl’s shoulders hunch up at the tone of his voice.

She nodded her head slowly, finding the buttons on her shirt more interesting than looking at him. “So, why did you run off like that?”

She shrugged her shoulders and mumbled under her breath that even his ears couldn’t pick up. Sighing, Shadow got on a knee and gently raised her head up with his finger so she was looking at him. “Say that again?”

“I just wanted to see you…” She muttered, tucking her chin into the collar of her shirt.

Shadow’s sharp gaze then softened. He was still getting used to the way a child’s mind worked in comparison to an adult’s since he was around the latter majority of the time, but he was aware of how Maria’s personality functioned unlike the other kids and that was she can be stubborn as hell, which could also be mixed with determination whenever she had a goal in mind and did whatever it took to get it.

She was only four, but a quick-witted four year old at that.

And for her, it was to see him again since it had been a day or two since they last saw each other; which can feel like a lifetime for a kid her age.

“I understand that you wanted to see me, but you have to understand that you can’t run off like that without telling anyone, especially if you didn’t know where I was and was searching for me randomly.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, reassuring that he wasn’t mad at her when her face started to scrunch up and lip was quivering. “Hey, hey I’m not mad. You just got to think about that next time, okay?”

Maria nodded, wiping at her nose with her sleeve. Shadow fought back a grimace of disgust as she did and decided to help by wiping at the tears in her eyes. Seeing that she was about seconds away from actually crying her eyes out, he gently pulled her into a side hug, to which she immediately melted into, allowing her to release her emotions if she needed to.

Shadow then shifts his eye up towards Allison, who is watching the two of them with a look of adoration, as well as any of the other adults passing by and seeing the whole event, making his face flush red from the attention.

“Could you do me one more little favor?” He patted her arm, pulling back from the hug and waited for Maria to focus on him. “Can you apologize to Ms. Allison for worrying her?”

She glances over at Allison and bows her head towards her. “Sorry, Ms. Ally.” She quickly looks away bashfully, hiding her face in the crook of Shadow’s neck again.

He gave Allison an apologetic smile. “Sorry again about that.”

Allison shook her head. “No worries, I'm just glad nothing worse had happened.” She handed him Maria's previously discarded shoes. “Since you're with her, I’ll release her to you for the rest of the day, if that's alright.”

“Of course.” Even though he was allowing it due to him being trusted well enough to watch over her, he could honestly tell that she was done with watching Maria for the day.

“Thanks.” Allison said in what sounded like pure relief. Giving them both a wave, she started in a small jog down the hallway back towards the direction of the nursery.

Once she was out of sight, Shadow felt a light jostling on his hand, seeing Maria look at him, worryingly. “What's wrong?”

“Am I going to get into trouble with grandpa?” Her voice was small and in a whisper. “He told me to behave when he's not here.”

“He's not going to be mad at you.” He said reassuringly. “He may be surprised that it happened, but it'll take more than that to get him mad.”

Her eyes lit up, relief masking her face. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” He motioned to give him her foot, putting on the shoes. “Although, I think he will be very amused hearing that you were running like a wild rabbit with no shoes on.”

Maria let out a giggle as she balanced herself against his shoulder as he helped her put on the other shoe. “I'm not a rabbit!”

“I know that, I said that you ran around like one.” He joked, quickly running his fingers under the arch of her foot, causing the girl to let out a squeal and fall back against him as she lost her balance. “You can be hyper as one too.”

“Well, you look like a hegie-hog.” She said in an attempt of sass, making Shadow huff out a laugh in response.

“It’s pronounced hedge-hog, and I know that already. Even though I’m something else entirely.” He murmured the last part to himself as he managed to get the last shoe on.

Maria happily tapped the heels of her shoes against the floor, starting to move her arms around and hum to herself, getting lost in her thoughts as she did a small uncoordinated dance.

Shadow motioned his hand out to her, to which she grabbed onto while the two walked together. She began to run in small circles while simultaneously grabbing each of Shadow’s hands as she did, who stopped her abruptly by grabbing onto her shoulders.

“And you need to be careful about running around like that, I noticed you were panting pretty hard when you saw me.” He definitely noticed her panting deeply once he held her in his arms, as if she couldn't catch her breath.

Due to her condition making her body have to work twice as hard, it made her become exhausted quicker than most kids around her age group, even if the low gravity helped with her condition to a minimum.

She gave him a sheepish smile and nodded. They continued to walk in a comfortable silence for a while, with Maria breaking it by singing a random song she made up on the spot or asking Shadow random questions, it was mostly stuff he could recall telling her in previous conversations but still answered them to satisfy her curiosity.

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Continuation on Ao3

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Saturday Night Stunts

Summary: Shhh

A/N: You guys know the drill; NSFW 18+ because here, we like it spicy ;)

It’s another drabble that was living rent free in my brain so I figured I'd share. Might make a little mini series out of these...I've got a few regulars living rent free up there too; the Luke Glanton x reader one I did awhile back can be found here

As always, my darling soul sister, @ken-dom, thank you for the beta read and endless support and reassurance! Although…I still think you’re biased. 🩷

Enjoy my loves!

You stood at the counter, Colt's arm heavy around your shoulder. 

Taking your drink off the counter you let him turn and steer you towards the theatre. 

The young girl scanning tickets looked fresh out of high school; her eyes deliberately dragging over Colt’s broad chest as he held the ticket stubs out to her between his fingers. 

“Enjoy your movie” she smiled at Colt, paying you absolutely no attention. 

You snatched the stubs back and glared at her. “Thank you”

She sneered at you as you walked around her, Colt snickered, his arm still draped around you. 

“Shut up” you snapped, sensing his smirk. 

“You're sexy when you're jealous” he whispered, leaning next to your ear as you reached the bottom of the stairs. 

You scoffed rolling your eyes. You started to climb the stairs and he made no secret of his hand coming down hard on your ass before he squeezed hard. 

“Colt, Jesus!” You gasped; your cheeks flushing a deep crimson as you made eye contact with a guy sitting a couple rows up. 

His hand slipped around your waist briefly before you led him down your row of seats. 

He sat next to you, his arm slipping around the back of your chair, bag of popcorn resting in his lap. 

You shifted in your seat and again Colt laughed next to you. 

“What's the matter babe?”

You shook your head “Nothing” 

“Usually you like being spanked” he muttered

“Not in public” you grit your teeth as the room went dark. 

He just chuckled darkly before drinking from his cup. “Ass cheek tingling still?”

You glared into the darkness as the screen flickered to life, your closed fist making contact with his junk. He let out a grunt lurching forward. 

“Jackass”

He let out a slow breath straightening in his seat “So yeah…” he cleared his throat. 

***

You both sat watching the screen, every so often between handfuls of popcorn Colt would lean next to your ear and whisper something about the stunt that had just happened or how he had done one similar or how you could have done the stunt better. 

After twenty minutes of Colt's breath hot against your ear, you turned in your seat and grabbed a fistful of his dirty blond hair, crushing your mouth against his; you had lost interest in the movie about fifteen minutes ago and even if you hadn’t with Colt’s constant whispering in your ear you wouldn’t have been able to focus anyway…. 

Colt immediately let out a low moan against your mouth, his hand finding the back of your head, pulling you closer. 

God, he was so needy and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love every second. 

His kisses always made your head swim, and this was no different; everything else melted away and your senses were overwhelmed with Colt. 

His hand was heavy against the back of your neck as his free hand moved the popcorn out of the way of being toppled over. 

Your hand immediately disappeared down the front of his faded jeans, the hand he didn’t have clamped firmly on the back of your neck, slipping up under the thin fabric of your t-shirt before you came screeching back to reality. 

You pried your lips from his, panting heavily against his neck before shaking your head “W-we can’t…” you whispered letting out a pathetic cry as his mouth latched on to your neck, licking and sucking hard.

Twisting in your seat only giving Colt an unintentional advantage as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep your composure as your fingers slid up through his hair at the back of his head; fingernails scraping against his scalp, making him moan none too quietly against your neck, making you weak. 

Your head lulled back against the seat you were sat in as Colt leaned over you with absolutely no regard that you were in the middle of a movie theatre, his mouth devouring yours; the straining hard on in his jeans even more prominent than before, even in the darkness. 

Colt’s back was now turned completely towards the screen; he couldn’t have played it off like he’d been watching the whole time even if he had wanted to. You felt the button come open on your jeans before his hand pushed inside. He stopped abruptly when he realized you only had jeans on. His eyes flickered to yours briefly and all you could do was mirror the smirk on his face. 

Your legs fell open wider as your hips jerked against his hand, his finger slipping with ease between your slick folds; both of you moaning in unison. He practically straddled your seat, one hand braced on the arm rest to keep himself from crushing you as he nearly knelt on the floor, his fingers never stopped moving; coated in your arousal before he slid his middle finger inside you with ease. 

Biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself from moaning louder, his hand moved at a steady rhythm as he bent to lean next to your ear. 

“Do it” his breathing was heavy and ragged; desperate. The finger he had buried inside you moving faster, as you struggled to keep yourself in check….although that had probably flown out the window by now….

You shook your head “Colt…N-nno” 

He knew you would, he knew you were close; his cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his jeans, but this wasn’t about him; this was about you. 

“Please?” he whimpered next to your ear and your stomach clenched with need; at the same second, Colt’s finger curled inside you, hitting the most delicious spot. He was quick to slap his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries, catching his weight on his knee against your seat between your legs. 

You moaned shamelessly against his palm as he fucked you with his finger; his breath still hot against your neck “That’s it” he cooed as he kissed along your jaw before you collapsed into your chair and his hand dropped from your mouth. 

You shuddered, catching your breath, turning your head to look at him. He had settled himself back in his seat like nothing had happened. 

Had your jeans not still been open and that delicious tingle between your legs, you would have second guessed it yourself. 

You slid your hand under the arm rest, your fingers gliding over his thigh reaching to pull his jeans open; your fingers teased over his happy trail before disappearing behind his zipper. 

His cock twitched against your fingers as you wrapped them around his throbbing shaft. He moaned softly as you leaned next to his ear

“My turn…” you teased, stroking him faster. 

He was already slick in your palm, leaking steadily from the tip. 

Colt leaned his head back, turning to look at you. You learned forward kissing him, your hand moving steadily as he moaned against your lips. Colt's hips bucked into your hand, his work boots squeaked against the floor as his foot slipped. 

You pulled back with a chuckle against his ear. “Shhh, you'll give us away”

That earned you a scoff, followed by a low growl deep in the back of his throat. 

“Come for me” you whispered against the shell of his ear. 

You mirrored his actions, slipping your hand over his mouth, his beard scratching against your palm before his eyes slipped closed and he moaned long and loud against your hand. 

Stroking him faster you nipped at his earlobe “Let go” you whispered and immediately your hand was coated in his warm thick release as he breathed hard through his nose. 

“Good boy” you smiled, dropping the hand you had over his mouth against his chest. His heart was beating hard against your fingertips. 

He didn't answer, just winked at you, leaning to gently kiss your cheek holding a handful of napkins between his fingers with a smirk. 

You glared, taking them from him and wiping his release from your hand and dropping them at your feet as he tucked himself back in his jeans before his arm slid around your back pulling you against him. 

You leaned against his shoulder, reaching to thread your fingers with his. 

He leaned next to your ear making you shiver. “Just wait until we get home”

You whimpered with a shudder as he nuzzled against your neck nipping playfully at your skin. 

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

"I'm sure you'll handle those... troubles... the way you usually do. Won't require more of my help. Got troubles of my own to deal with, of late. Witcher business. A lot happened since you were gone. Long story short, I'm the only Witcher left of the Wolf School still on the Path. Grandmaster and inheritor of Kaer Morhen Valley... of empty ruins. It's all fallen into my hands, of all the Wolf Witchers there have been. Like I said, destiny likes its little jokes at my expense. Up to me to repair and reestablish the school, before the Second Conjunction of the Spheres rolls around. No pressure, huh?"

The Witcher's low, languid voice gradually returned to Sabrina with a grim chuckle under his breath. After Vesemir's death, between Geralt settling down in Toussaint and Lambert following Keira Metz around acting as her errand boy... it was all up to him alone, now. Vesemir had left the keep and lands to him. Slow as the school's repairs would be, they were assured, and he had the skill and knowledge to pull it off, if not yet the coin for materials. That could be remedied, on the Path, especially working at Kovir and Poviss or Queen Saskia's Upper Aedirn, where his services were needed most. His greater challenge would be recreating the Trials, making new Witchers, when the time came. A challenge in more ways than one... though the most pressing one was rediscovering the knowledge of the Trials. Tracking down Idarran of Ulivo, the only possible surviving sorcerer who had created the Witchers in the first place. He was likely out there somewhere, given how many of his monsters Eskel and other Witchers continued to cross paths with and had to slay. In some mysterious lab, no doubt, ever working on horrors and unleashing them on the world, like his mentor taught him. Eskel wasn't sure which he would prefer, asking the mad scientist about his life's work, about Alzur and the past of the Witchers, the Order of Witchers... or slaying him where he stood for all the trouble he had put Eskel and the others through. Assuming his creations and summoned monsters hadn't already done so, like the Viy of Maribor had to his master Alzur centuries past.

Shaking his head, he focused on the present for the moment, one not much less daunting, being back together with her again. Feeling like he was merely laying in the middle of the calm before the storm. Still, he supposed there was no sense in not making the most of that calm. Watching as her magic conjured them up a great, welcome assortment of breakfast foods, a veritable feast, the aromas of cooking eggs and meat filling his senses and the interior of the tent, his medallion buzzing from the usage of her magic in the vicinity. Drinks pouring themselves as well, everything being gradually settled atop the table in the corner of the tent. That such power should more often than not fall into the hands of the worst people in the world, or it turned them that way, was another joke of destiny. Still, it was more than adequate for the moment, at least... soon to be satisfying one of his appetites, anyways. He listened relaxedly as she spoke, hardly surprised by her actions and thoughts. Even so, with a smirk he rubbed her pale behind appreciatively some more, teasing her, before turning her over and spooning up with her closely, broad arms enveloping her as they relaxed on the bed, pressing a kiss to her crimson head. Breathing her in. Deep, amused voice speaking again slowly and teasingly, looking between her and the magically assembling breakfast, his medallion humming away against her flesh as he held her.

"You'd be surprised how much it takes to reach my 'fill'. Or maybe not. Fair enough, red. You witches have limited stamina anyways, require your beauty sleep. Rather not wear that body out... after all the work I put into bringing it back. Might need to take to conjuring some illusions with that magic, to join us. As I recall you even used to keep an illusory young man around your royal tent. Got some monster contracts to tend to later this evening anyways. No sense in not making the most of relaxing in this bed, until then. Or in letting a breakfast like this go to waste. Never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth."

@fallesto

“Yes well, I am thankful for your aid and courage to see that done, being executed once, was more than enough for me, not in a hurry to do it again, had a taste of it, the taste of cinder and ash in my mouth does not agree with me at all, keeping a very low profile as it is anyway, trying to ensure no one knows that I am here or what I am doing, better that way. Out of sight and out of mind, a simple thing truly to limit my enemy numbers, for there is still a great deal of them out there funny enough.”

He wished for the truth, she had given it to him, no games, no tricks, no lies with a dash of truth there, to try and lure him into a contract with her, to bait him with fame and fortune again and have him serving her once more like old times, instead she was rather in a good form this morning, strange. Her entire mood had changed, she was not stressed, she was not annoyed, she was not angry at everything and everyone. Instead, she was more relaxed, content, and humming softly, as she lay against him still, despite her hazel eyes opening and her lips parting to allow a yawn to escape her, she made some effort, to move her hand, pointing her finger in the corner and twirling it around, as plates, dishes, the bread and egg basket, would move on there own with her magic, as she would make him breakfast from the bed then as she spins her finger around for the bread to be cut, the eggs to be cracked opened onto a pan, for a flame to flicker on and for breakfast to more than take care of itself, as if it had a mind of its own to do such a thing, speaking of which, his hands seemed to have a mind of there own as well, traveling further, for one to stop and then the other to continue to even further and give her a little pinch, cusp and old. As she smiled once more and felt him stirring all over again as she tapped him on the bare chest with the palm of her hand for the moment, all good things come to those who wait, and he was as greedy as she was now.

“You had your fill only hours ago, your determination is soothing, but there will be more than enough time for more of this, after I give you something to eat, and drink and thank you, for not fighting with me for once and merely enjoying company with one another, it has been, a weird experience for me, but good all the same.”

[roseworth]

re liam im ngl i think he was on shitloads of drugs n it was an accident not suicide

i think you're right but my point still stands that maya is now being blamed for his death because of how soon he died after she spoke up, so even if the events arent entirely correlated theyre still going to be looked at side by side

not to mention the fact that he (and apparently his friends/family) told maya that he was going to kill himself if she spoke up about it because he was "in a bad place" and now that hes dead right after she spoke up itll probably be hard for her to believe herself that it wasnt her fault. my heart goes out to her because it must be traumatizing to have someone threaten suicide as an abuse tactic then die right after you come out about it, then have thousands of people blaming you for it

and again back to my original point it makes me so worried about other abuse victims especially because threatening suicide is such a common abuse tactic, so now that a celebrity has publicly died after threatening suicide to the woman he abused im worried that a lot of people going through the same abuse will be afraid that the same thing will happen :(

[voulezloux]

tw abuse in the tags

[hauntingblue]

Oden is winning the bad bitch competition jesus

[garvalhaminho]

i have to admit i think about mark blackthorn in "tales from the shadowhunter academy" at least once a week

[longagoitwastuesday]

Going through the Utahim.e tag had me checking several times if at some point I had clicked on the G.ojo/Utahim.e one instead

[egglygreg]

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