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[4.4k] Pairing | bsf!Luke Hughes x bsf!afab!reader Summary | luke and y/n are tired of feeling left behind and help each other out…but in the company of their friends. but it makes a good story, right? Warnings | 18+ smut, kinda slow start, best friends to lovers, long haired luke!!! Bc I love long hair, umich!luke, (basically public) fingering, swearing, appearance and sex insecurities, tiny bit of angst but not really, mutual pining, making out Authors Note | im in such a luke brainrot it’s painful, this was supposed to be a blurb but I can’t control myself but anyway, this is my first hockey fic i hope its alright. Based on this after hours post! This is a work of fiction, please remember that my dudes

Luke felt like a creep. But she looked so at peace sitting on the lake's docks, feet dangling and toes skimming the water's surface. While she was nothing but a silhouette in the distance, the sunset cascading on the horizon complimenting her like a portrait in a museum. He also wasn’t sure on how long he’d been standing at the sliding patio doors, the UMich boy’s voices blended out into a white noise while his mind wandered to crevices of thoughts he’d been avoiding for months, but anything to escape Ethan and Luca’s conversations about girlfriend stories. Yes, he was happy for them, found it cute in fact, but when was it his turn to have that chapter in his life? He could have it if he didn’t panic and fumble at every party they threw, just a bit more alcohol and maybe he’d have a chance but like all victims of tragedy, no one would ever be her. Could ever replace her or even substitute her. So, while his curls bounced in the gentle breeze, Luke Hughes admired the only girl in the University of Michigan that’s ever made his heart ache and contort in bittersweet ways.

With a firm slap to his back, Luke’s daydream snapped back to reality, to Dylan Duke grinning and wiggling his eyebrows. The most painful thing Dylan had to endure since he met Luke was watching his friend follow y/n like a lost puppy begging for attention, and there was nothing more he wanted than for the two to just kiss already. They almost did, once, at someone’s birthday party when they both nursed a bottle of tequila. But Dylan never told them that, he wasn’t entirely sure if he dreamt it, if he was honest.

“Just go talk to her, be honest,” Dylan said with a light chuckle, nudging Luke towards the porch steps.

Luke’s legs stopped stiff, and spun to face Dylan in protest, “No! What do I even say? ‘Oh, hey y/n I know we’ve been friends for a while, but I’m in love with you haha hope this doesn’t make it awkward’? Like, come on.” With the way Dylan’s grin turned almost menacing, Luke felt his heart almost stop, his stupidity catching up with him, “This stays between us, Duker.”

He groaned and watched Dylan giggle his way back inside. Wingman or menace? Fine line, but at least he was better than Jack. Who quite literally tried trapping him and y/n in a closet when he found out, hoping for the best. Perhaps Dylan would actually help him get somewhere, he’d spent many parties coaxing Luke into making a move but Luke being the humble soul he took pride in, let her have her peace. Oh, how much he regretted it every time he heard her laugh because of another guy.

Thankfully the docks were at the far end of his garden, out of earshot and almost out of sight, if you weren’t spying. He stood silently, just taking in her very existence alone. If she weren’t wearing his hoodie so proudly, he would’ve sat down by now but the heat that flushed into his cheeks prominently just had to ease before he could show his face. Maybe she’d find it cute that his face flushed so easily, or maybe she’d think he was a fool for thinking he had a chance. Girls were hard to read, so many codes and hints, he couldn’t keep up with them all and God forbid you had an ugly code name. Watching her like that did raise the thought, what was his code name? Did he really want to know?

“I can feel you starin’,” her voice chimed, their eyes meeting as she craned her neck, “you gonna join or just stand?”

Luke’s lips pulled into his famous half-smirk, “I like lookin’ at pretty things, can you blame a man?” He sat next to her, thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder like they usually did, the weight of his boldness lifting off his chest. “What’s runnin’ through that mind of yours?”

“Who said I was thinking about anything? Maybe I was finally catching a break from the zoo. Maybe I was thinking that you need a haircut.” Her laugh was like music to his ears, her voice his favourite song and every word that rolled off her tongue felt like ecstasy surging through him and freezing the world around them.

Spending a summer in a lake house was the only way y/n ever wanted to live. An oasis of serenity and laughs, endless memories, and an escape. But while she dipped her toes in the water, watching her reflection ripple, the everlasting thought that it was fleeting crawled its way back to the surface whether she wanted it to or not. The boys had been doing this longer than she had, it was her first time at the lake house and possibly her last. But there was nothing wrong with enjoying it while it lasted, being trapped under the same roof as the boys wasn’t as bad as she’d assumed. Except for the smells, they were straight-up disrespectful. Would she still love it as much if she was with other friends? Hard to say, if Luke was there, everything would be fine. Maybe a couple more girls would’ve been nice too, though.

“Please, you’re staring blankly, don’t try me.” Luke scoffed playfully, shoulder gently nudging hers as she rolled her eyes, unable to resist a gleaming smile. As much as she wanted to rebuttal, he was right. They’d met on the first week of university, Luke starting hockey practice and y/n starting as their new social girl and since then the pair of them had been two peas in a pod. Completely enamoured with each other, attached at the hip, where Luke went, he’d bring y/n, his person.  “Wait, you think I need a haircut? Is it that bad?”

She laughed, Luke, stooping so she could thread her fingers through his unruly curls gently, something only she was allowed to do, “Nah, I like your hair long, cut it and I’ll cut you.” They pulled back, sitting in their original postures and watched the sun’s pinks fade to oranges, “I was thinking about how many girls you’ve brought here.”

He blinked twice, turning his head slowly to face her and to his surprise his eyes met hers. There was a gloss to them, illuminated brightly by the sunset but like glass as if she were about to break. Heart beating in his ears, he licked his lips, almost quivering when he began to speak.

“Just you.” His voice just above a whisper, husky, “Only you. Always you.” Their gazes lingered, and his eyes fluttered to her lips for just a split second before he found himself licking his lips again, feeling his throat dry at the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled. His heart ached, he didn’t have half the guts the Fantilli brothers did, if he had then maybe he would’ve at least wrapped his arm around her. Instead, he sat like he was paralysed, just shoulder to shoulder as she rubbed her bare foot against his leg, their skins touching, lighting little fires up his body and his stomach gaining a warmth he’d only felt in the after-hours of his bedroom.

“Lu?” she rested her head on his shoulder, staring back out towards the horizon, “Do you ever feel like you’re so far behind the people around you? Like you’re missing out.”

Luke leaned his head against hers, almost nuzzling into it as he thought. It was a heavy question, one that’d been weighing on her for a while. Or he assumed, considering she’d never openly asked the group. That’s what made him feel special. Her feet hung still, ending their teasing game and just fell limp. He exhaled, could he let his pride go and agree? Or could he completely one-up himself and disagree, which made him braver? He loathed the storms she started in him, thoughts he never imagined he would think in his hockey brain. One girl could change his entire train of thought, change his heartbeat, change his mood. One woman he pined like a lost puppy over.

“Sometimes. What do you mean?”

“Like, all my friends have these insane hook-ups and embarrassing sex stories and I have nothing. Yeah, I’ve had boyfriends before, but I was younger and stupid then. I go out with my friends and I’m basically invisible to any guy who approaches us, just feel unlovable. And now here I am, twenty years old and a fucking virgin with little experience and no wild stories.” She vented, barely taking a breath as the words spilt from her mouth. Luke’s chest twisted, his face softening when she snuggled into his side. “I don’t know where I’m going wrong, Lu.”

He paused and bit his lip when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her body into his chest. She melted into his touch, getting a whiff of his woody, amber cologne, her favourite one at that, the one he always wore. She’d never had the chance to properly relish in his touch, was his chest always this firm? Arms always bring this much security? Fuck, when did his hand get so sexy when on her body, gliding down her arm to nestle in the curve of her waist. With her ear pressed to him, the thundering in his chest surrendered his cover entirely. Cool and collected Luke Hughes was secretly a bumbling mess.

“I get you.” he finally spoke, ears burning when her finger traced shapes on his thigh, “My entire life has been hockey, so not a lot of space for experiences either. Not enough time for relationships between practice and games, development camps and time with family. A lot of the girls who liked me didn’t really like that. That or they liked my brothers and friends more, they are a lot more attractive than me, so I don’t blame them. M’just average.”

Y/n pulled away almost instantly, her eyebrows knitted and jaw agape. For a moment she thought she heard him wrong, ‘a lot more attractive than me’, ‘just average’? Delving into Luke’s psyche turned out to be an entirely different road trip than she had thought, heartstrings tugged as her lips fell to a frown. Who in the world made him feel like that? Who did she need to hunt down? But then again, Luke’s blood boiled hearing how insignificant she felt and who exactly made her think that to start with?

“Luke Hughes you are not average! You’re the hottest guy I know!” she yelped, the hand that drew gentle patterns now clutching his thigh tight. Luke gulped but didn’t retract away from the noise. His brain was too busy short-circuiting over the fact her fingers were dangerously close to his crotch, doing his best to contain himself with slow breaths, “They just didn’t give you a chance, if they really knew you, they’d be heads over heels. You’re so fucking smart, and passionate. And-and if they saw you smile for real, not a half-smile, your full smile with your teeth, the one that feels like a warm summer’s day. It’s their loss, they’ll never know how sweet you are, that after a bad game, you want steak and head scratches, that you’re sentimental as fuck- like you wear that Yankees hat because Quinn got it for you when you fell ill and couldn’t make the game. You’re not average.”

Luke blinked, once, twice and thrice as her eyes bored into his, glazed with fire as the words tumbled from her mouth and circled his head. He watched the way her body rose and fell as she caught her breath, the grip on his thigh tightening and heat rising through his body. He felt the sweat building on the back of his neck, his collar suddenly becoming too tight. She thought he was hot? She remembered such little details about him like they’d known each other since they were kids. The hand around her waist slid to her lower back, his thumb rubbing the fabric of her (his) hoodie unconsciously.

He smiled, his warm smile she mentioned, where his eyes wrinkled and his chin tilted up triumphantly, “The hottest guy you know, huh?”

Y/n’s face dropped. Never in her life had she experienced her heart stop the way it did hearing those words. She stared like a deer in headlights, she slipped up and the heat rushing to her cheeks burned. This is what happens when you let your feelings take over, you make a fool of yourself in front of the one person who would never want to. She sighed, hung her head and hid her face in her hands, the butterflies in her stomach choking her when Luke let out a saccharine chuckle that made all the flowers bloom.

Large, warm hands wrapped around her wrists with a feather touch, and slowly pulled her hands away from her face and into her lap, soothing her nerves with a gentle rubbing of her knuckles with his thumbs. Although his hands felt clammy, the tingling in his stomach became too addicting to care about it too much anymore.

“Don’t hide,” she was radiant under what was left of the tangerine hues, eyes almost sparkling, “let me see that pretty face.”

She hesitantly raised her head, eyes meeting his and her body relaxed. She had no idea why she was so embarrassed, he hadn’t gagged, laughed in her face nor had he physically repulsed. Instead, he looked at her like she’d hung out the stars for him, wide eyes with rose-tinted ears.

“I think you’re very pretty too. Beautiful even, I-“ he hesitated, “you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about kissing you, asking you out. Honestly, the idea of you rejecting me is terrifying so I never did, plus, I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I didn’t wanna fuck it up.”

Her eyes fluttered to his lips, the world around them falling silent until it was just them in their own bubble. Luke gulped, his eyeline following the way she flickered between his eyes and his mouth before he found their bodies leaning into one another, noses ghosting. His hands released her wrists, one arm snaking around her waist sending an electric tingle through her veins and holding her firmly close. They’d been this close before, sure. Multiple occasions of having his arms around the back of the sofa they sat snug on, arm hooked around her shoulders because some guy couldn’t get the memo at bars, in fact, the root cause of their problem was undeniably because everyone assumed they were together except them.

Y/n’s palm held his cheek tenderly, the hot, carnal desire to devour the boy only being released from its cage when he melted into her touch as if he was opening his doors to vulnerability.

“I can teach you if you like,” she whispered, her thumb tracing across his bottom lip. Luke’s fingers gripped her waist as if she couldn’t be any closer than she already was, but he couldn’t risk letting her slip from his grasp again. He wanted to erase all those other guys who’d kissed her, he would be the last guy on Earth to taste the lips that words and giggles laced with a honey-like sweetness that cradled his heart.

“God, please-“  his heart beat twice as fast, y/n leaning in, closing the gap between them and pressing her lips gently to his. If he were to die right there, he’d die the happiest man alive. Her lips were soft and warm, igniting every firework inside of him and adrenaline shaking him back to life. He could do this for hours, drinking in her citrus fragrance, lips mimicking the way she moved hers against his. If she was a match, he was kerosene and he’d let her set him ablaze over and over if it meant he could feel like the only man in the world until the end of time.

They pulled away, eyes fluttering open to an exchange of giggly smiles. Despite it being a closed-mouth kiss, nothing extra, just soft and sweet, Luke’s thoughts raced at a million miles per hour. All the weight on his shoulders lifted and he nuzzled into her palm, placing a kiss on it.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, his puppy-like gaze almost distracting her from how his skin burned pink in her palm. But in a way, all her previous anxieties dissipated like dust in the wind, tummy flipping at the pathetically sweet and lovestruck expression spread on Luke’s face, “Your face is so red. Are you okay?-”

“-Can we do that again?” He pleaded, quickly, desperately, a certain yearning feeling on his lips that he couldn’t quite describe, except that he needed to taste her again. He needed more, so much more to quench his thirst, a kind of fuzziness he felt in his core.

“Uh- yeah, let me show you what a real kiss is.” No hesitation was needed, y/n’s hand slid from his cheek to the nape of his neck, fingers carding through his curls as she roughly connected their lips again, messier, teeth chattering from the impact. Luke’s other hand found comfort on her thighs, pulling them over his lap and giving gentle squeezes, moaning when y/n bit his lower lip. He opened his mouth with ease, failing to hold back another moan when her tongue lapped his. He wasn’t sure how to react, he’d never made out with anyone and it’s not like his brothers would’ve explained it well either. So, he repeated her movement, his tongue dancing with hers with saliva lubricating their lips each time they dove back in to devour each other. Y/n tugged his curls lightly, pulling him closer, savouring the kindling arousal leaking into her panties with the way he craved her.

Luke pulled away to breathe, his chest heavy but shorts becoming tight with the intense and fiery eye contact that screamed nothing but lust, “You,” he kissed her again, fervently, “taste,” another kiss, “amazing.” He mumbled into her lips and their tongues stirred again, whimpers drawing from the back of her throat when his hand travelled further up her thigh, under her shorts and found solace on the skin only he could touch. Any further and she couldn’t promise she wouldn’t pounce, her underwear was soaked through and sticking to her folds and even one measly brush on her clit would open the floodgates.

A foreign burst of confidence washed over him, and he detached their lips, a string of saliva between them and her hand still tugging at his curls and whether intentional or not, he discovered something carnal clawing away inside him. Wetting his lips, he dove into her neck, planting wet kisses along her column and nipping in the hope of hearing her mewl again. Y/n tilted her head to the side, giving him free rein over her skin and her jaw slacking, whining his name with her thighs clenching together for any kind of friction. As he began to run his hand along her thigh, his pocket vibrated continuously, earning a growl to rumble from his throat.

“Fuck, why’d you stop?” y/n whined, hand falling from his hair to his chest. Luke pulled his phone from his pocket with a disgruntled look, of course, his moment was ruined. Swiping the notification away, he clicked his tongue, sliding his phone back into his shorts.

His arms wrapped around her waist, and looked back into her adoring yet disappointed eyes, “Dylan wants to know if we’re joining them for a movie.”

“I’m quite happy staying here with you.”

“Who says we have to watch the whole movie?”

Silence hung over the living room, only the TV blaring and the light crunching of popcorn from different directions. The lights were off, just the TV and three boys crammed on one sofa, and three plus y/n on the other. Luke, y/n, Rutger and Adam on the sectional directly opposite the TV, Luke occupying the end with the chaise for his legs, and y/n sat between them and huddled under a blanket. Rutger sat in the middle with Adam on the furthest end. Dylan, Luca and Ethan huddled together on the sofa adjacent to the TV, popcorn littered between them from missing mouths and flinching.

Luke’s hands wrapped around her waist, keeping her snug against his chest while she slowly chewed Haribo’s, feeding them to him now and then. While his heart skipped beats, feeling like a meadow of tulips blooming in the Spring, y/n’s wiggling against his crotch lured all the heat and butterflies from earlier straight back to his stomach, sending it into twists and turns. Heat flushed to his neck when she pushed her arse back into him, in an innocent attempt to readjust. A deep exhale through his nose and his hands slithered to her thighs, fingers kneading the flesh like dough as his head dipped into her shoulder, breath hot on the skin and making her hairs stand on edge.

“Stop wigglin’, pretty girl,” he whispered into the shell of her ear, placing a kiss, “you’re drivin’ me crazy.”

She froze, body falling limp into his as he ran his hands under her hoodie, his stiffened cock poking into her backside as she caught on to what his problem was. The sex-deprived whore in her awakened with a jolt, his cock solid because of her, and there was nothing she wanted more than to feel him pressed up against her, unable to find his release and have the rasp of his voice reverberate through her being as her vibrator. 

“And if I don’t?” she whispered back, as close to him as possible without being heard. Instead of answering, Luke dipped his fingers down her shorts, middle finger brushing against her clothed clit. His eyes locked to the screen in front of him, resisting the urge to smirk when her breath hitched but continuing to glide his finger – in what was a lucky guess – over her bundle. She squirmed, clamping her thighs together, only to have them pried open by his free hand.

“Be a good girl and keep quiet, unless you want to be caught.” His playful tone sent chills down her spine, goosebumps swarming on her neck but melting into his touch. She plopped another sweet into her mouth, chewing intensely when Luke drew his long fingers away, only for her to feel them caress over her skin, cold on her warm body, and down her panties. To describe the sensation that zipped through her when the pad of his middle finger reunited with her clit would be the same shock if you were to be struck by lightning: sudden and sharp, rattling up the spine.

Y/n placed the bag of sweets in her lap, tucking both hands under the blanket with the hope of seeming less suspicious, but her hand skimmed down his arm and placed itself on his, slowly guiding his movements on her nub until he got the idea. Firm yet gentle circular movements, the slick seeping from her warm on his fingertips, so inviting he wished he could have a taste. She pulled the blanket to her chin, not only to cover Luke’s sudden mood but to form some form of distraction from the fuzzy feeling rising to her head. No, she’d never had this before, so the experience itself embraced her tight, addicting like nicotine.

He kissed her temple, two fingers sliding into her cunt almost perfectly, too perfect that another Haribo was abused between her teeth as her breathing struggled to remain neutral. The moan that would’ve slipped past if she hadn’t been concentrating would’ve been embarrassing enough. Luke began languid plunges into her, relishing in the way her walls squeezed his fingers tight, keeping shallow at first. The more her pussy swallowed him in their wetness, the faster his mind spiralled in greed and his pace sped up, y/n’s nails digging deep into his leg, leaving crescent shapes on the skin. The heat pooling in her stomach was riveting, knowing she would finally have an insane story to tell even more so. No one could say that Luke Hughes’ tongue tasted theirs like it was the best meal he’d ever lapped up and that he’d watched a movie with his friends while pushing the limits of both his and their sanity publicly.

With a rush of adrenaline and her nails marking him, he buried his fingers deep into her cunt, driving swiftly and curling in places that made her wriggle against him, his free hand having to hold her hips still with a bruising grip and his cock begged for attention in his shorts. Y/n popped two more sweets in her mouth, relying on their gummy nature to suppress the moans that threatened to tear through her as the knot inside her came dangerously close to snapping with the way he bullied her pussy with his bare hands. His breathing fell deep and shuddered, his heart infatuated with the ecstasy of finger-fucking the woman of his dreams in front of an entire room of his friends hammered in his chest while his face struggled to stay indifferent and jaw tight like his cock isn't throbbing violently and straining against her arse. Like she wasn’t bucking her hips into his touch like he couldn’t tell that her heart was going haywire because of just him alone. If this was what foreplay was like, the idea of piledriving balls deep in her until she couldn’t remember her name was divine.

He dragged out his last pumps, the knot in her stomach snapping and coating his fingers in hot, sticky release, kissing her temple upon her body physically shuddering. Y/n pulled the blanket up to her chin as if she had shivered naturally, stuffing her mouth into the fluffy material. Luke pulled his fingers out, wiping the residue on his shorts, practically drooling over the image of milking her dry. His arms snaked around her waist, snuggling close. Y/n sighed, slumping back into him. On the outside Luke was his collected and cool self, his breathing stable and attention on the movie, the heat in his face and hands that rested on her stomach, soothing her heart rate screamed that he was the happiest guy in the room. With every gentle stroke of his thumb on the flesh of her stomach, her heart soothed and her eyelids became increasingly heavier.

"Was that story worthy?" He whispered, kissing her cheek sweetly.

Luke’s pocket buzzed and he tutted, carefully sliding it from his pocket and unlocking it, trying his best to prevent the screen from blinding everyone.

Duker idk if ur freaky or brave u dog

Luke closed his phone and looked up towards Dylan, who sat with a shit-eating grin. He smiled and shook his head, mouthing a subtle, ‘this stays between us’.

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warning: slightly spicy, mdni!!!!

gladiator!toji was a fearsome sight to behold.

with marbled skin rippling like a river of bronze, a tattered canvas of tan and pink scars. he was violence and glory, a conqueror born from the very sand and blood of the arenas he fought in. a natural-born killer, toji craved the delicious rush that came with a fight to the death.

and yet, he was that and more.

she thought about that as the heavy iron gates rolled up for his grand entrance into the arena. about how toji fushiguro loved, and loved hard. how every night, with hushed whispers and swallowed moans, he would deeply push into her as if trying to slot his very soul next to hers. where it was safe, and he was safe, because they might not have the next night.

within a sea of people, their bloodlust traveling in waves, she never felt more alone. she bit her lips, digging bloody crescent moons into her palms, and felt her breath hitch as toji’s looming figure emerged from the shadows. the crowd roared and screamed at him, calling upon the gods for their favorite gladiator to give them a worthy show.

to them, that’s all toji was: a killer made only of flesh and bone, ready to die for them.

toji stopped in the dead center of the arena, his sword arm raised high in the air as he swept his green eyes in a full circle around the crowd, who went into a frenzy.

but he wasn’t doing it for them.

he knew she was there, watching him, waiting for him to perhaps catch a glimpse of her, praying beyond all hope that the gods would continue to spare her love from harm. that they would meet again that night in the dim light of his cell, their bare skin pressed tightly together, talking of whimsical daydreams and futures. toji would tell her how he fought for her, and how he would earn his freedom so they could be together.

how they’d live somewhere by the sea, with only the sounds of the waves and their lovemaking to be heard for miles. how they would watch the sunset every day and live off the bounty of the ocean, where they would only chase their pleasure and cultivate their own peace.

but for now, toji bared his teeth, his stance unwavering, as he prepared to face whatever they threw at him and win.

a/n: oh my, i can’t stop thinking about gladiator toji now, and i feel the extremely rare urge to write a smut drabble. i might just do it if you all ask nicely hehe :3

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Poolside

Summary: Alexandria era. You and Rick Grimes share a home in Alexandria. You and Rick have been oddly close since the quarry, there has always been tension between you two. The house you two share happens to have a pool in the backyard. One day while Rick is out on a run, you decide to go skinny dipping since you are alone and nobody is watching. Until Rick comes home earlier than expected.

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (don’t do this.), semi-public???, age gap (reader 18+), masturbation, fingering, biting

A/N: this is my first time writing smut.. and first time writing fanfic in general for the first time in years, so my apologies if this is the worst thing you have ever read. id appreciate some requests so i can continue my fanfic journey :)

About a few hours ago, Rick left to go on a run with a small group. It has been a few months since everyone finally started trusting Alexandria. You were glad everyone decided to stay. You were finally able to take showers again and sleep in an actual bed. Although there has been tension between you and Rick, that you both are well aware about, you guys stay in separate rooms. Although you wish you could fall asleep in his arms every night.

Today was your day off from doing work sunrise to sunset. You decided you needed some time to yourself to relax in peace and silence. What’s better than skinny dipping on a nice warm day? You grabbed a towel, sunglasses, a book, and prepared yourself a cold glass of lemonade.

You slid open the back door and stepped outside into the warm air. You sighed in relief, finally having time to yourself to do whatever you wanted. You laid out the towel on the edge of the pool, placing your book and lemonade on the towel. As you slid into the pool, you hissed slightly at the coldness of the water touching every crevice in your body. You weren’t really worried about anybody seeing you, as every house had fences for privacy. Even in such a small compound, everyone still had privacy which was amazing.

As you read your book, a spicy scene came upon the next pages. Recently, or really ever since you laid your eyes on Rick, he has been on your mind every single hour. Whenever you read scenes like these, you imagined it was the both of you rather than the characters in the book. Sometimes you even touched yourself while reading and having these dirty thoughts.

The more you read, the more aroused you got. You held the book with one hand holding open both of the pages. Turning around, your back rested against the wall of the pool, facing the back door. If anybody walked through right now, you wouldn’t be able to see them. You left the door open, so you’d only know if somebody was coming by the sound of footsteps.

You slid your free hand slowly down your abdomen, to your thighs, to in between your legs. Your breathing hitched as your fingers slid over your clit. You slowly started to rub circles, whimpering silently. Every time you touched yourself, all you could think about was Rick. All you needed was Rick. You’ve had your eyes on him for years.

Two fingers slid inside of your throbbing cunt, letting out a quiet moan as you threw your head back. Rick walked in through the front door, seeing the back door open. You were too focused in your arousal to hear anything around you. You started to thrust your fingers in and out faster, Rick walking to the back door as you were touching yourself. He heard your moaning and whining as he saw you with your head thrown back, sunglasses on.

Rick looked at your body, realizing you were completely naked. His bulge grew larger. As you were approaching your climax, making it obvious by your body jerking, Rick cleared his throat to make himself known. You stopped and turned around, covering your breasts when you saw Rick. “I-i thought… Sorry-“ He groaned and had a small grin on his face. “Don’t apologize.. I was enjoying the scene.” Your face felt hot as your cheeks turned a rosy pink.

You looked up, making eye contact as Rick walked closer to the edge of the pool. You wanted him so bad. “Rick..” He tilted his head as if he was asking, ‘what?’. “J-join me…?” You gulped nervously, scared he would think you’re disgusting. He smirked and quickly undressed down to his boxers. “Was hopin you’d ask me that” His voice was gravely as he slid into the cool water right next to you.

Both of you looked into each other’s eyes. He gently grabbed your hips, looking closely at your face looking for approval. He knew he didn’t need to ask when you moved closer to him, leaning into his touch. Your face felt like it was on fire. As you put your hands on the waistband of his boxers, you had a look of desperation in your eyes. It felt unfair that you were completely bare, and he still had these pathetic boxers on. “Take them off…” Rick smirked at your plea. “I ain’t gonna take them off without you askin’ nicely” You whined. You just wanted him to touch you and please you like you’ve been dreaming.

“Rick… please take them off..” You lowered your voice. He couldn’t resist how desperate you sounded. As he pulled down his boxers, your eyes immediately went to his cock once it was free. You bit your lip. You’ve had your fair share of experience, but his size was intimidating you. A knot started to form in your stomach the more you imagined him fucking you.

Rick lifted your face with his hand by your chin, making eye contact. “You want it, don’t ya?” You were too nervous to speak, you felt like you couldn’t form any sentence. You nodded. This was all Rick needed to move forward. He grabbed your hips as his lips pressed against yours. God, his lips were so soft just like you imagined.

Rick hummed against your lips, opening your mouth with his tongue. As your tongues wrestled, he slid a hand down to your clit. You broke the kiss by gasping. It has been years since you’ve been touched by anything but your own hands. Rick started rubbing your clit, teasing your hole at the same time. You whimpered, frustrated at the teasing. “R-rick please…” You pushed yourself into his hand. Rick grunted. “I’ve been waitin for this moment forever… ‘m gonna take my time with ya.” He kissed down your neck, biting lightly, leaving marks here and there. You moaned quietly, throwing your head back and closing your eyes.

He slid two fingers in you, immediately thrusting them in and out at a fast pace. “O-oh my god..” You moaned louder, Rick smacked his lips against yours to muffle your moans. “You gotta be quiet.. people can still hear ya outside” He smirked as he left kisses on your jawline.

Your body started jerking as your pussy clenched tightly around his fingers. Rick curled his fingers, causing you to open your mouth ready to let out a loud moan before Rick slapped his hand over your mouth. He thrusted his fingers in and out faster than you could imagine. You grabbed onto his shoulders, nails digging deep into his skin as you released yourself on his thick fingers.

He slid his fingers out as he turned you around, your breasts pressing against the cool wall of the pool. Rick grabbed your ass, you letting out a whine. “Tell me how bad ya want it..” He breathed into your ear, making you more aroused if that was possible at all. “S-so bad…” You whimpered. “Please… I’ve been wanting this for years… since the quarry..” This turned Rick on more. “I-I touch myself… imagining it’s you..” You confessed.

Rick kissed your neck, biting harshly. You moaned in pain and pleasure, that for sure would leave a mark. You felt Rick line up his hard, throbbing cock up against your entrance. You tensed up at this feeling. You were desperate. Rick slowly slid into you, you gripping onto the edge of the pool letting out a moan. “F-fuck!” Rick shushed you. His hands grabbed your hips, holding them so tightly but you didn’t care anymore.

“Mphm.. so fuckin tight for me..” He whispered in your ear as he picked up the pace. You threw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he continued kissing your neck. He moved one hand from your hips to your breasts, pinching your hard nipple. You whimpered at all these sensations.

Rick left kisses down your shoulders, pinching your nipple harder. You yelped out, causing Rick to groan. “Would ya shut up darlin… Don’t need everybody knowin all the pleasure im givin ya” You whimpered in protest, you wanted to make so many noises. It just felt too good. “Harder… p-please Rick.. harder and faster..” You begged him, and he answered your begs. Rick started grunting and letting out deep moans.

You started to shake under him, getting so close to your orgasm. Rick knew. He plastered kisses all over your neck and back, as he pushed you into the edge of the pool. Your breasts pushed into the wall. “I’m gonna.. ugh.. cum!” You whined out.

He bit your ear, groaning. “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock like ya been wantin to for years..” That was all you needed to release all over him, your walls clenching against his cock. This made his hips stutter, as he was also about to release. “Cum in me.. Please rick..” You whimpered as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Rick gripped onto you roughly, groaning loudly as he released his warm seed inside of your cunt. You moaned, breathing heavily. Rick pressed his chest against his back, putting his hands overtop yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Holy fuck…” You whispered, resulting in Rick letting out a quiet chuckle.

He placed gentle kisses on your cheek over and over, as you started blushing. “Let’s get ya cleaned up sweetheart” Rick picked you up and got out the pool, wrapping the towel around both of you. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, nuzzling your face into his neck. Rick carried you upstairs to the bathroom, setting you on the counter. “Bath or shower?” He took the towel off of you, waiting for a response. “Bath please.. and join me too ?” He nodded and smiled. He turned on the bath. Not too hot, not too cold.

Once it was full, he picked you up again and sat down with you in the tub. You cuddled up against his chest as he held you close to him. This was all you’ve ever wanted. You looked up at Rick, making eye contact because he was already looking at you, admiring your beauty. “I love you, Rick” Your face turned red, feeling nervous on what his response would be. Rick smiled slightly, taken aback by your words. He wasn’t mad though. “I love you too darlin” He placed a kiss on your forehead and rubbed your back. Both of you knew this wouldn’t just to be a one time thing. You’ve finally gotten everything you wanted in this fucked up world.

this is my first time writing smut i hope its not the worst thing ever 😭 id appreciate feedback and some ideas for future fics!!! any requests for rick, daryl, and negan whether its smut, fluff, angst, etc. ill appreciate anything

[reidshearts]

Picture 1, summer lake party!

You had just turned 16 when you had finally been granted permission to stay out later and attend one of the infamous lake parties hosted by head councillors and the older campers. Your older siblings in the Ares cabin had prepped you of the activities that took place and what not to do to embarrass the Ares name. For example when one of your brother, Aiden had snuck in weed and accidentally misplaced it before realising, after Chiron had caught them, the wood nymphs had stolen it and … well they were forbidden to tell the rest by Mr D!

After many hours of changing outfits with your Clarisse's opinions, you had decided on a pink floral two piece swim costume before layering a cute tank top and your favourite denim shorts.

You gave yourself some encouragement in the mirror before heading down to the lake after your siblings, not before hugging Clarisse goodbye seeing as she was too young to attend.

Noticing a few crowds already scattered across the area. You paused, realising the only people you knew closely had already begun to mingle and join their friends. Of course this wasn't a good idea, there was no point trying to fit in with your siblings friend groups, they would reject you after noticing you weren't like them. Not brave like Lena, as pretty as Clarisse but you were too emotional and sensitive no matter how many times you had tried to change. You would never have the confidence.

Preparing to leave you had turned on your heels before a warm hand took a hold of your shoulder, forcing you to turn around and an unfamiliar voice spoke.

"I am so sorry i didn't mean to startle you, just wanted to see if you were okay was all"

After realising this person had meant no harm you noticed it was Luke, a son from the Hermes cabin. Smiling softly you admire his soft features, from his onyx curls to his mesmerising jawline.

Luke chuckled breaking you from your stare, of course he had also admired you however he had learnt to be more subtle.

"Sorry your...", you clear you throat and decide not to continue your trail of thoughts, "Oh yea I'm peachy just going to head back to my cabin, get some beauty sleep yanno?"

"You only just got here"

"You stalking me Luke?"

"Nope, just observant but I think I've been more subtle than you, my eyes are up here sweetheart"

You turned your head trying to hide you growing smile however your plan failed when your eyes met his again.

"C'mon you have to actually be by the lake to say you came to one of these things!", Luke exclaimed before giving you his best smile, saved for his favourite people and holding out his hand for you take take.

You threw your head back with a huff giving in and reluctantly placing your hand in his. He had definetly then suprised you when you were suddenly launched forwards trying to catch up with his running further towards the lake.

Luke made his way with his hand in yours towards the furthest end of the lake where only few campers sat, slowing his pace as he got closer. You couldn't help but admire the lake as, forgetting it's beauty in the glowing sunset. Trees scattered the landscape and vines dripped from the high branches creating curtains that sun snuck through and highlighted rows of hyancinths and tulips. This was beautiful you thought.

You were truly magnificent Luke thought, his gaze admiring you and your actions. Your hands were still clasped together as Luke softly pulled you down to sit on the nearest picnic blanket with him. It was an intimate moment, both sitting side by side, thighs touching as you got lost in conversation.

Time slipped by and you both hadn't noticed how campers had began to make their ways back to their cabins, only a few including you two still stayed. The moon had now shone down reflecting light against the lake waters.

"I love the lake like this", you expressed, "the most peaceful it probably is all day" recalling the number of people who swam and splashed in it earlier the evening.

"Are we personifying the lake now?", Luke teased.

"No, doof you know what I mean"

"Like you wanna capture it and keep it in your pocket?"

"Yea, well maybe not my pocket but a pretty box would be nice", you replied with a soft grin, your features were lit up by the night sky.

"Well then why don't we", he suggested.

Before you could question him, he was already calling out to another camper who he had seen previously to have a polaroid camera with her. The girl wondered over with a grin, pleased to capture a cute moment between the two of you. Luke pulled you closer, hand around respectfully around your back and your head dropping onto his shoulder.

"Cheese!", the girl exclaimed and you gave your best smile hoping Luke was doing the same, "Awh that was so cute guys, here you go, keep it safe".

She handed over the polaroid photo to you carefully before skipping back towards her friend group. Waving it around in the air you impatiently waited for the picture to develop.

"Shit, we should probably head back, the last group is leaving now, ready?", Luke jumped to his feet while lending out his hand to you.

"Thank you kind sir", you replied letting him pull you up, holding the polaroid tightly in one hand and keeping his in yours as you wandered back through the woods. The walk wasn't long and seemed to have unfortunatley quickened as you both shared whispers, hoping to not wake the sleeping campers with loud voices.

Standing in front of your cabin with a blush and a honest smile was not how you anticipated the night to end when you first arrived at the lake. But you weren't disappointed.

"I had a nice time", Luke spoke, matching your smile.

"Me too"

Your hands were both still tightly strung together before you reluctantly let go, leaving a final squeeze.

"Night Luke"

"Night sweetheart", he gave you a brief kiss on your forehead before making his way back to his cabin, looking back twice as he watched you open the cabin door.

With one final glance over your shoulder you quietly shut the cabin door and head to your bunk. Thankfully not dropping the polaroid in your fingers you figured it had probably developed by now. Holding it up your smile only grew wider. You had a smile on your face in the picture and where you had expected to see Luke's also towards the camera it was not. His eyes glued to you, leaning on his shoulder, and had a soft smile, admiration only seen.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Island

@jegulus-microfic July 19, Word count 561

In the middle of the black lake, there was a little island. Trees surrounded the little area, but there was enough space to walk between them. Regulus often flew over to the tiny island on his broomstick when he needed some time alone. It was peaceful there. Sometimes the sounds of the castle wafted over, but mostly the only things Regulus could hear were the sounds of rustling leaves and the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. That was until one evening when all he wanted was an hour before curfew to be alone in the quiet and watch the sunset.

He landed as usual on the edge of the island and made his way to the far side where he couldn’t be seen by anyone unless they were coming across the water towards the castle. However, there was already someone kneeling beside the water when he broke through the trees. 

James Potter was carefully placing oddly coloured rocks in the water. Regulus growled internally, he spun on the spot and tried to disappear back into the trees, so Potter wouldn’t see him.

“Regulus? Oh, Shit!” James cried out before the sound of a large splash made Regulus continue spinning until he was facing James again, but he wasn’t there. 

“Potter?” He questioned the air. A spluttering came from the water and Regulus spotted James Potter's bobbing head. His eyes widened in shock, and he rushed forward to help him. 

James was covered in different colours; green, red, orange, pink, purple and everything in between. 

“Thanks,” James gasped as he caught his breath. 

“Why are you multicoloured?” Regulus had to ask. James looked down at himself and started laughing. 

“It’s part of a prank, but I guess it’s on me now,” He chuckled. He picked up his bag and plucked out a perfectly round, flat pink stone. “We’re dying the lake. By the morning the entire lake will look like me,” He grinned proudly. 

“But why?” Regulus had never understood his brother’s obsession with pulling pranks around the school. It was just childish. James shrugged his shoulders. 

“Why not? It’s a beautiful piece of magic, and it’s not damaging unless you swim in it,” He pointed to himself. “It’ll fade after a day or two. It’s just a bit of mostly harmless fun.” He held out his hand to Regulus. Regulus hesitantly took the stone. 

It was very light, lighter than it should be. He flipped it over, studying it. “Throw it in,” James said, gesturing to the water. Regulus walked forward and threw the pink stone. It skipped across the surface and then floated where it landed, pink tendrils reaching out into the grey water. He looked out across the water and spotted the other floating stones, their colours leeching into the surrounding water. 

He sat down beside James after he’d helped throw the rest of the stones into the water around the island and watched the lake slowly change colour. It was peaceful. He never thought he’d find himself enjoying a sunset with James Potter, but he was. They flew back to the castle together and parted in the entrance hall, he down to the dungeons and James up the marble staircase. 

The following morning, he took his breakfast out to the lake and huffed a laugh at the sight. James had been right. It was beautiful. 

[art-missy]

Overwhelmed (Gekko x Reader)

Part. 1 Part. 3

Part. 2

Sorry in advance for my terrible English. I'm actually more of an English reader and listener than an actual speaker or writer. I also apologize for the dull writing style that could seem quite childish. I just wanted to test something by posting this.

If a few months ago somebody had told you that you would be spotted by a secret organization whose job is to protect your world against the threat of agents from another dimension, you would have laughed so hard that your guts would have spitted out. If that ‘somebody’ had continued with the fact that this organization would contact you in some way to recruit you just because you maybe took down a K-SEC facility by yourself and also because your skills interested them, you would have told them to sell their idea to a filmmaker. If that ‘somebody’ had then insisted that you would spend one of your days off with a few other agents of that organization by watching Disney movies and hearing them sing their guts out, you would have told them to stop.

Well, look at you now, exchanging astounded glances with Iso as Neon reached a note so terrifying that you were pretty sure she could have won the Oscar of the best scream in a horror movie. You were slightly worried about the state of her vocal cords. 

“And she’s not even drunk.” Muttered Yoru when he saw your dumbfounded expression as he finished his can of soda. Phoenix let out a booming laugh and nudged your and Iso’s arms playfully.

What the hell were you doing here ? You were so at peace in your hideout. How did Valorant find you ? Oh yeah. Cypher. No one can hide from the Moroccan sentinel and you understood it quite quickly when he appeared in each of your hideouts everytime you tried to run away. Hard to hide from someone whose eyes are literally everywhere. It has been quite hard for him too to convince you that the intentions of Valorant were noble when he appeared each time in the middle of the night like a sleep paralysis demon. The process of convincing you had been long and hard but Cypher was patient and quite stubborn. Especially when it came to visiting each of your hideouts (even the one under the Mediterranean Sea) and finishing all your different packs of tea. Well, at least you had now Big Brother as a mentor.

You jolted a little, startled when Raze and Killjoy suddenly stood up to start a duet while waltzing around the room. The level of love and affection in their eyes made you wonder if they weren't from a Disney movie themselves. You could literally see their eyes changing form to turn into hearts as their souls were screaming ‘I love you’ in their respective languages. And you found it adorable despite your exhaustion.

Jett playfully threw some popcorn at the couple, telling them to get a room. You’re pretty sure she didn't notice the few candy and crumbs of snacks in her ponytail. 

Clove were jumping on the different bean bag chairs, singing as if their life depended on it while Wingman cheered at their antics.

And you, you let out a small sigh as you took a sip of your bubbletea. All this chaos because of Frozen.

You swore that if you heard the songs ‘Love is an open door’ or ‘Let it go’ again, you would go apeshit.

You maybe should have join Deadlock for a reading session in her quarters instead of accepting Gekko’s invitation. Or just listening to music in your room. Or maybe drawing. You were certain that it would have been more peaceful and less mentally draining than this Disney night. And when you shared another glance with Iso, you knew he thought the same thing. It was visibly way too much for your introverted asses.

“Hey,” Gekko put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay ?”

You shot him a tired look. 

You sometimes miss your old life. You missed your different hideouts where you could see the sunset over the mountains, the sea creatures under the Mediterranean Sea, the snow in the Siberian desert or the rain falling on the trees of a random forest. Where you didn't have to interact with people every single day of the week.

You loved the Valorant protocol and you got along with the people you met there. But sometimes it was too much. You took down this K-SEC facility because you knew how shady the experimentations they were running were, not because you wanted to attract the attention of a secret organization. You sometimes resented Cypher for finding you, for stealing you from these calm moments, even though you knew that you accepted to be an agent of Valorant of your own free will and for a good cause. 

“Hey,” Repeated Gekko. “Are you okay ?”

You gently pushed his hand off your shoulder and stood up from your bean bag chair.

“Sorry.” You muttered.

And you rushed out of the room as Gekko called for you, his tone full of worry. You speed-walked towards the garden of the base, putting your headphones on your ears and slightly relaxing when the music reached your brain. You took a deep breath and the wind caressed your skin as you finally walked into the gardens. You took off your shoes and let the grass tickle your bare feet. The night sky watched over you as you finally took a seat on a bench.

Better.

You felt better. You breathed better. You lived better. The music in your ears relaxed your muscles, and the wind murmured on your skin, bringing the fragrance of the different flowers of the garden. You definitely had to compliment Sky and Sage. 

Your phone suddenly vibrated and you noticed that Iso sent you a link to a playlist. 

⟨Here. To relax your nerves.⟩

You internally smiled and sent a text message to the Chinese duelist to thank him. You started the playlist and relaxed even more when the first note of the first song reached your ears. Iso really did have good taste in music.

You were about to close your eyes when you suddenly felt a finger patting your shoulder. You jolted a little and turned your head to the side to see Cypher’s blue lenses staring back at you. You pulled your headphones down and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Big Brother is watching me ?” 

The sentinel let out a small chuckle and sat down beside you, a trap wire traveling on his knuckles.

“Overwhelmed ?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“I thought I was Big Brother.”

You rolled your eyes but a small smile tugged the corners of your lips. You leaned on the backrest of the bench and let out a deep sigh.

“I’m not in the mood for a game of chess, Cypher.” 

The masked man nodded and hummed softly.

“I suspected it.”

“Then why are you here, Optimus Prime ?” You groaned, stretching your arms over your head.

Cypher’s head tilted slightly and by his body language you suspected a smirk to be present under his mask.

“To check on you, dear.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow and your eyes squinted slightly.

“Right. And may I ask why, dear ?” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes again. “Wait. Let me guess. You saw me walking away from the common room through these cute little cameras of yours, got curious when you couldn't see me then came here.” You interrupted yourself then shook your head. “Nope. There are also cameras in the garden. Then why did you come here ?”

Cypher let out another small chuckle and patted your head with an odd but paternal affection. 

“Look who’s playing Sherlock, now.” 

You let out an annoyed groan as you tried to push his hand away from your head but Cypher’s mood stayed playful.

“What kind of mentor would I be if I didn't worry about my protégé ?”

You snorted but nodded with a sarcastic smile.“More of a stalker than a mentor.” 

“A stalker who is worried about you, then.”

You couldn't see it but you heard the soft smile in his voice. He leaned a bit more towards you, the brim of his long hat hid you from the night sky and the usual faint glow of his blue lenses looked like two little will-o’-the-wisps in the obscurity of the garden. It reminded you of the first time you met each other, a few days after you took down this K-SEC facility. It was in a dark alleyway and the first thing you saw was these blue lenses before you could make out his long and slender figure. But because of his long hat and the darkness of the alleyway, you had almost taken him for a mutated palm tree. Even today you facepalmed yourself when you remembered those thoughts as your eyes stared into his lenses.

“Who eats alone, chokes alone.” He finally whispered with a conspiratorial tone. Something was telling you that he winked under his mask.

“What ?” You facepalmed.

“It’s an Arabic proverb.” He leaned back and his head tilted again. “Loneliness is neither your ally, nor your enemy. It is impartial. In your case, you use it to recharge yourself, but it can also drain you without you noticing, making you depend on it. Use your loneliness but don’t be alone.” His voice dropped a few octaves lower and you felt his eyes sinking deeply into yours. “Use your balance.”

Something was telling you that he was speaking from experience. A slight twitch in his body language maybe. Or a tiny heaviness in his already thick accent, indication of the unusual emotions in his voice. And you realized just now how little you knew about your mentor.

Cypher nodded, as if satisfied by your visible confusion, stood up from the bench and started to walk away.

“Wait a minute, Darth Vader !” You exclaimed, pointing a frustrated finger at him. “I don't speak proverbial shit and neither does google translate. Come back here or I’ll tell Sky you put cameras in the garden !”

Cypher kept walking away, humming a soft tune.

“Speaking of balance…”

“I don’t understand the proverbial shit, you cheap Cyberpunk shit !”

“Have a good night, dear.” He turned towards you briefly. “Oh, and your strawberry teas are delicious.”

This fucker.

He kept walking away until going back inside and you suddenly heard hurried footsteps. You turned your head and saw Gekko and Wingman running in your direction before stopping in front of you. 

How did you know it was Gekko with the lack of light ? First of all, Wingman. Second of all, his hair.

Gekko was catching his breath with his hands on his knees while Wingman jumped on your lap, making a few garbling sounds. You raised an eyebrow and looked at them, confused.

“Are you dying ?” You asked Gekko and your eyes widened slightly when he started to wheeze. “Gekko ?”

“Dios !” He exclaimed as he finally caught his breath. “I looked for you throughout the whole base !”

“Did you have to run a marathon for that ?” 

Despite your dry tone, your eyes only showed concern for him. You patted the space beside you on the bench and he gladly sat down. He then looked at you and despite the obscurity, you were certain his brows furrowed in worry.

“Are you okay ?”

You shot him a deadpanned look.

“You put your legs through a nocturnal torture by running like a possessed fool throughout the whole base, found me here relaxing in the garden while the soft fragrance of flowers and the night sky kept me company, and ended up wheezing like a dying man about to spew his lungs out and you are asking me if I’m okay ?” 

You looked at his figure from head to toe as he chuckled at your small outburst. He was still a bit out of breath from his little run but he seemed quite fine.

“Damn ! Your descriptions are always so…special. Clove would definitely love you to be the Dungeon Master of their next DnD game.” His laugh calmed down and he nervously cleared his throat. “Anyway. I wanted to check on you. You didn't seem fine in the common room. Are you feeling a bit better now ?”

You shot him a bored look and let a deep sigh out of your lungs. Wingman made a few high chirped noises indicating his worry.

“You really love wasting your time, don’t you ?” Your eyes wandered on the night sky. “Aren't you missing the end of the movie ? Shouldn't you be inside with your friends ?”

Gekko frowned and looked at you funny.

“You’re my friend too.”

You let out a small snort that only deepened his frown.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “We’re maybe not as close as you are with Cypher or Deadlock or… Iso, but I see you as my friend and I will always have your back.”

You looked back at him and even though you couldn't see him clearly because of the obscurity, you felt his eyes looking at you with a fierce determination.

“Plus,” he continued, “you always have my back on the field, fighting like a total badass against the enemies. Remember our last mission in Lotus ? I would have been dead meat if you weren't there.”

Wingman (who had gotten comfy on your lap) nodded with vehemence, agreeing with Gekko’s words.

“I’m not quite sure if you can be ‘dead meat’ when someone like Sage is around.” You said, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

Gekko made a noise between an amused chuckle and a sigh of frustration. You couldn't figure out what was on his mind, which is quite surprising since he was usually so expressive. He then suddenly got closer to you on the bench, grabbed your shoulders and leaned a bit more towards you.

“My point is : you got my back and I got yours. You're my friend and I won’t leave you alone.” His fingers gently squeezed your shoulders. “And I’m sorry.”

It was now your turn to frown as you did not understand why he was apologizing for.

“I invited you to this movie night so I could have an occasion to get to know you better, so we could get to know each other and bond on something that is not mission related.” He explained. “But you clearly weren't at ease. I thought you were about to have a panic attack, back there.”

You felt his thumbs caressing your shoulders as his hands squeezed you a bit more tightly.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head and let out another sigh. “Don’t apologize. Your intentions were innocent and sweet.”

You couldn't see the blush on his cheeks but you noticed the slight twitch in his body language.

“Everything's fine.” You insisted. “I’m perfectly fine. Plus, with the new playlist Iso sent me, I can just relax and enjoy the quietude of the garden.”

“Oh.” He said simply.

His voice showed disappointment, sadness even. You vaguely felt his grip on your shoulder faltering a little while Wingman made a few sad garbling sounds.

“Gekko ?”

You couldn't see his face, but his body language showed a slight dispiritedness that didn't match his usual playful and confident personality.

“You and Iso are really close, huh.” He said with an uncharacteristically neutral tone.

His shoulders were now slightly slumped.

“Well, we had heard about each other before we joined Valorant. It was funny to finally meet the infamous ‘Dead Lilac’ in this secret organization.” You chuckled a little, finding the circumstances of your first meeting with the Chinese duelist quite embarrassing. You remembered knocking your head so hard against his chest that it spinned a little.

“That’s…uhm…kinda cute, I guess.”

You wondered what was on the mind of the piece of sweet-woman-heartthrob-trope that Gekko was.

“Well I don't know if it’s cute, but we’ve been exchanging playlists and book recommendations since.” You shrugged and Gekko’s hands slided down your arms at your action. “He’s cool. He has a sweet ‘older sibling’ vibe that put me at ease.”

The young initiator seemed to perk at your words and so was his radivore critter.

“‘Older sibling’ vibe ?” He repeated. “What do you mean ?”

“Well, you see how siblings sometimes banter with each other but always have each other's back ?” You started to explain and you saw his figure tilting his head. “Well that's our relationship with Iso. You probably know what I’m talking about. I noticed that you had quite the same thing with Neon.” You shrugged again.

His whole demeanor seemed to relax when he let out a laugh filled with relief. You frowned a little, not understanding this sudden outburst of joy.

“You alright ?” You raised a worried eyebrow and squinted your eyes a little. “Maybe you should get some sleep.”

It was at this moment that the moon finally decided to come out of behind the clouds, illuminating both of your faces. You both looked at each other, admiring your features. Your eyes wandered on his freckles without noticing his lovestruck gaze on you. 

“Maybe I'm a bit tired.” He whispered with a lost tone, as if he didn't understand what he just said.

“Hm.” You looked down on your lap to notice Wingman shrinking and hopping towards Gekko’s shoulder. “Wanna go back inside ?”

“You’re going back inside ?” Gekko asked.

“No.”

“Then I’ll stay with you.” He got more comfortable on the bench and you felt him lean a bit more towards you. “Unless my presence is overwhelming.”

You shook your head and leaned against the backrest of the bench. 

“No. You’re fine.”

“Cool.” He nodded and let out a small sigh of relief.

A comfortable silence settled between you, slightly disturbed by the faint music from your headphones. Your eyes wandered on the night sky, unaware of Gekko’s longing glances in your direction. You were completely oblivious to his poor heart beating so fast and so loud that he feared you could hear it. You did not notice. You never did. Ever since you set your foot into the base for the first time, his eyes were always on you. At first it was curiosity. Curious about the agent recommended by the mysterious man that was Cypher. Then it was admiration for the fierce fighter that you turned into once on the field. And finally, it bloomed to be a small crush that never ceased to grow. Your charisma hypnotized him. His feelings for you were so obvious that his friends never stopped to tease him. Even Reyna said that he looked like a lost puppy everytime you were around and Harbor often asked him to focus when you were in his field of view. And of course, he was jealous of how close Iso was with you. The duelist could talk to you without any problem, he could receive your smiles, your laughs, your friendly fist-bumps while the only times Gekko could have a proper interaction with you was during missions or briefings. Even during training you stayed in your corner, avoiding interactions.

But right now, he felt so happy. This was the longest interaction you’ve ever had with each other and he couldn't help but smile.

He turned his head in your direction and softly called you.

“Yeah ?”

“I heard that you love to draw.” He nervously rubbed his neck but kept his eyes on yours. “We could someday, you know, draw together while chilling in my room. If it’s okay with you of course.”

You shot him an indescribable glance and he suddenly felt so stupid for not using drawing as a way to bond with you sooner instead of the movie night. But he relaxed a little when you ended up shrugging.

“Why not.”

It was a start. He will not confess his feelings for now. It was way too soon. But he will certainly enjoy these moments with you. He will enjoy bonding with you and get to know you better.

Anecdote : the Arabic proverb mentioned by Cypher is something the father of a friend once told me when I was a kid. It's stuck in my mind, ever since.

I'm not proud of the ending ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ But it's fine. It is just a test, after all.

I don't know if I'll post the part. 2. I'll most probably keep it in my drafts.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I wish you a lovely day/night.

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Lovers at Coachella Lando x Fem Reader +18 NSFW

Summary: You dated Lando for a few months, it had been a year since you broke up, Max and your friends planned a trip to Coachella that turns into more than a friends get away.

AN: Hello everyone, I'm back with something I wrote today, not proof read but I felt inspired. I'm still working on the following parts of "Just a Mistake", comments are greatly appreciated and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Warnings: cheating, slight smut, minors dni.

You arrived at LAX a little after 10 am, it had been an 11 hour flight from Amsterdam but you loved driving so much you decided to rent a car and drive all the way to Coachella instead of taking another flight, you were attending the festival with your friends and your "ex", another reason why you decided to drive, it gave you some time to prepare yourself to see him after the breakup a year ago.

You had dated Lando for a couple of months while you finished school in the UK, the relationship was fast and intense, but when you finished school you got a job in Amsterdam and his racing career had him traveling too much, so you decided to end things, it was a friendly breakup with a goodbye fuck, then breakfast the morning after and you two kept in touch through social media and a casual text every once in a while.

After a couple of hours you got to the airbnb Max had rented but something wasn't right, the photos he had shared were of a house big enough to fit your group of 6, but from the outside you could tell the place you had arrived to was a small apartment, the code to the key lock box worked, you opened the door slowly, afraid to be entering someone else's place, and just like you predicted it was a one room apartment with one full bed and a futon in the living room.

Your friends where supposed to be there already, and not a soul was in sight.

-Y/N Guys where are you? Max I followed the location you sent but I'm not sure I'm at the right place.

You texted to the group chat and sat on the futon, you weren't sure if you should be inside but outside was way too hot.

The beeping sound of the lock box woke you up, the golden hour light coming from the window let you know you had fallen asleep for several hours.

You checked your phone and still no answer. Everyone had left you on read, assholes. A knock on the door brought your attention back to what had woken you up, you had taken the two keys so now you had to let in whoever was outside. You walked to the door and looked through the peep hole.

"Guys c'mon, I really need to pee" Lando screamed from outside.

You opened the door and he rushed in, barely paying attention to you.

"Thank God" He threw his backpack towards the living room and rushed to the first door he found.

It was weird, the person that had you worried about this trip was the one giving you peace at the moment, at least it wasn't just you who was lost or had screwed up.

You went back to sit on the sofa and checked your phone, maybe you had no service and that's why you didn't got their answer.

"Y/N" his voice saying your name sent a shiver down your spine, you had always like how he said it. You turned to look at him and you could see a cute spark in his eyes, maybe it was just the sunset playing with his beautiful green eyes or maybe you did cause his eyes to shine in a certain way.

"Where is everybody?" he broke your chain of thought, you nervously cleared your throat before answering.

"I don't know, this is not the place Max sent, I texted them hours ago but they haven't answered"

"Ugh, I ran out of battery during the flight let me connect my phone" He went to the side of the sofa and plugged his phone, while you waited for it to come back to life you had the awkward catching up.

Finally a sound coming from his phone informed you that it was on and he called Max directly, putting him on speaker.

"Hellooo?"

"What the fuck mate, where are you? I think you got scammed...again, you suck at planning trips"

"Oh, do I? Check the group chat, call you later" Max hung up the phone and Lando looked at you matching your confused expression.

"This fucking idiot" he said looking at the screen on his phone

"What?"

"Check the chat" Lando said pinching the bridge of his nose and you did as he said.

Max F. has changed the group's name to "Lovers reunion🧡🧡, Coachella 2023"

-Max F. This week you're going to the festival, just the two of you, do everyone a favor and start dating again, we're sick of your instagram flirting and Lando's obsession with Y/N it's exhausting. Have fun ✌️

"Why are we friends with him?" Lando asked still holding the bridge of his nose trying to hide his blushing face.

"I'm not sure anymore" You said locking your phone and throwing it on the sofa.

He prepared two cups of tea so you could try to think about how the week was going to work out. At the end you decided you were going to take turns using the bed, it was big enough to fit both of you but you knew it was a dangerous game, your relationship had been spend mostly between the sheets and your conversations consisted in moaning each others names and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear, so sleeping in the same bed, specially after a couple of drinks, was risky.

When you finished the cup of tea you went to the supermarket to buy groceries for the rest of the week, Lando was doing great this season and his trainer allowed him to do this trip just because he and Max promised him he would stick to his diet.

After the grocery store you both went for a run trying to burn all the energy and fight jet lag, when you came back to the apartment you had to check some emails from work so Lando showered first.

"All yours" he said exiting the steamy bathroom with just a towel around his hips, some water falling from his hair to his chest, this view sent a hot wave all over your body, he had always had a great physic but the changes in the last year were amazing, his back looked broader, his abs where pretty noticeable and his arms, those stupid arms that you missed around you, were so inviting.

"You can take a picture" He said in a cheeky tone as he looked at you with a raised brow.

"Sorry" You excused yourself returning to your laptop "I just need to finish this email and then I'll shower."

"Don't apologize, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before" You blushed at his comment and kept your eyes on your screen. You couldn't fall for this, not just because it would mean Max had won, but because there was actually someone waiting for you at home, you hadn't told any of your friends yet, but you were dating someone, it was still pretty recent, he had asked you to be his girlfriend just a couple of weeks ago, so if anything happened with Lando you would be cheating, and cheating was something you were strongly against.

"I'll make diner while you shower, chicken fajitas and rice sounds good to you?"

"Yeah, sure" You said with a dry throat, you felt like a teenager.

When you came out from the shower dinner was served, clearly cooking wasn't his forte, the chicken was dry, some bits were burnt and the rice was more like a pudding, but he was proud he had done it all by himself so you let him have it. After dinner you both went to sleep, even after you had taken a sleeping pill the tension kept you both a wake, you couldn't stop thinking about him and his hot wet body after the shower. You knew what you needed to do to fall asleep but you had left your toy at home so your fingers had to be enough for the night, you couldn't help to feel a bit guilty, you were touching yourself thinking about your "ex" who was sleeping outside, what you didn't know was that he was doing the exact same thing thinking about you.

The next morning you had breakfast and got ready to enjoy the first day of the festival, Lando couldn't help to stare in awe when you walked out the room in a long black skirt with pretty deep cuts to the sides, a small white crop top and some cowboy boots, he didn't look bad himself, a sleeveless black shirt, black shorts and some colorful nikes that matched a necklace Max had given him.

During the festival you couldn't help to notice how protective Lando was, a couple of guys tried to talk to you as you were buying some beers or waiting in line for the bathroom and as soon as he saw this he would run to you and "marked" his territory by nonchalantly placing his arm over your shoulders, scaring the other guys away, this wasn't right, you two were just friends, but you couldn't deny you loved how his arm felt around you.

The great music and couple of beers had smoothed things between you two, and when you came back to the apartment you started making diner together while chatting about how amazing the day had been.

The kitchen was small, so in order to move around it you had to be very close, he walked behind you and took you strongly by your hips to move you a bit to the side so he could open a drawer, his touch made you gasp and he just smiled when he heard the effect his hands had on you, but he didn't say anything, he liked this game and he wanted to see how far he could go.

You tried to get some plates but they were too high, when he saw you struggling he walked towards you.

"Let me" he said as he stretched behind you reaching for two dinner plates, his body was so close to yours that when his shirt rose up from the stretch, his warm skin touched yours where the crop top left it uncovered, you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Here, babe" he handed you the plates, the nickname bringing amazing memories back.

"Thanks" you answered in a breathy whisper.

While you had dinner you couldn't help to stare lovingly at him, he looked so happy talking about how amazing this season was going, you had seen him struggle the previous one and him being so happy filled your heart.

When you finished dinner you sent him to the shower while you did the dishes, he insisted on helping you but he had done them the night before.

"Your turn" he whispered against your ear making you jump as you finished drying a glass, the scare making you drop it but his quick reflexes stopping it from hitting the table, you turned to complain but you had forgotten how small that kitchen was, so you found yourself caged between the kitchen counter and his strong, naked, wet torso.

You looked into his eyes, then down to his lips, they looked so plumped and inviting, you bit your lower lip trying to fight the urge to attack his mouth.

"Baby, please tell me you want this too" He whispered as one of his hands traced the elastic of your skirt from your belly button, around your hips and stopping on your lower back, causing goosebumps to cover your body.

"Yes" you whispered in a low growl and finally joined your lips, his hands pulled you strongly against him as yours went to grab his wet curls, he pulled you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips causing the towel to fall end left him completely naked. He walked towards the bedroom, he laid you gently over the bed, you couldn't help to stare at his naked body, every freckle, every crease, every vein looked so inviting.

"It's not fair, I'm naked and you're way too covered, love" he said pouting his lips, he might look like a man but he still had this childish side that you loved.

You smiled at his reaction and removed your top and the strapless bra, you were about to remove your skirt but his hands stoped yours.

"Please, let me" he took the elastic from your skirt and pulled it down your legs, softly touching your skin. "So perfect" he said as he stared at your half naked body "Let's keep the thong a bit longer" he placed himself over you, attacking your lips again.

That night you had the most amazing sex in a long time, Lando knew your body better than any other guy you had been with, he knew exactly when to be soft and caring and when you wanted him to be rough and wild.

The next couple of days anyone that saw you would think you were a couple, you spend the days holding hands, hugging, kissing, having amazing sex in every inch of that apartment, basically having the time of your life.

It was Monday, you had planed with the group to go to LA when the festival was over but the chances of people recognizing Lando over there were higher, so you just decided to stay at the small town and enjoy the anonymity.

You knew time was running out, you were supposed to return to your normal life on Saturday and you had two options, talk about the situation or go to the airport, say your goodbyes and leave as if nothing had happened. You planned on having the conversation on Friday night, but on Wednesday an unexpected call pushed things forward.

You were lying naked in bed, Lando's left hand over your shoulders playing with your left fingers as your other hand rested on his thigh, when your phone rang, Michael's name on your screen.

You took the phone fast.

"I need to take this" you said as you put on Lando's shirt over your body and walked to the livingroom closing the door behind you.

"Hello?" you answered in a low voice.

"Hi, baby, how are you? Haven't heard from you in a couple of days, everything ok?" You had been MIA on social media for the last couple of days and he was worried.

"Hi, baby, yeah everything's ok, it's just we had a change of plans and decided to stay in Coachella for the rest of the week instead of going to LA" you whispered. afraid Lando would hear you.

"Oh, ok, why are you whispering?"

"Ummm, we got here late last night and a couple of the girls are sleeping"

"Isn't it like 5pm?"

"Yes, we went to have brunch and we had a couple mimosas, they're resting because we're going out tonight"

"I didn't knew they had nightclubs at Coachella, I thought it was a small town"

"They have some bars" From the corner of your eye you saw the bedroom door open and freaked out a bit "I have to go, but call you tomorrow, love you, bye" you hung up fast but the look on Lando's face let you know he had heard your call.

"Who was that?" he asked in a serious tone, you froze. "Y/n, I asked you something" you could hear he was angry and hurt. "You're dating someone?" You turned to look at your hands and just said yes with your head.

"So, this is just a fling? a game?"

"No! Lando, it's not like that"

"Where you planing on telling me you have a boyfriend? where you planing on telling him about us?"

"Lando, I..., well..."

"Just tell me the truth" he begged in an exhausted tone.

"Listen" you held his hand and pulled him to sit by your side. "Yes I have a boyfriend, but I didn't knew things were going to go this way, as far as I knew this was a week away with friends, not just the two of us, and I know I should have told you about Michael when we talked about our current live's but... I really liked how having you back felt" you looked into his eyes trying to read in them if he felt the same way or if this had all been a mistake.

"I like having you back too" his thumb traced small circles over your hand. "You think we can do it right this time?" He let go of your hand and took your face in his hands pulling you to touch your forehead with his "I don't want to loose you again". His soft warm breath caressing your skin.

"I don't want to loose you either" You whispered as you looked into his green eyes " I love you" you finally said out loud, his eyes widened in shock, then he smiled.

"I love you too" He said pulling you in for a kiss, he pushed you to lay on the sofa and placed himself between your legs. The kissed turned a bit wilder as his hand sneaked under the shirt and groped your right boob, you moaned at the touch and he took this chance to remove the shirt completely.

"You really think we can do it?" you asked as you layed naked over the sofa.

"I think so, we can ask George how he and Carmen do it, or you can quit and travel around with me"

"Thanks for the offer but this ain't the 1950's anymore"

"I'm just saying. I don't want to loose you again" he held you tight against his chest.

"You won't, we'll work this out" You kissed his lips gently. "I'm just afraid of one thing"

"What is that?"

"Max is going to be so incredibly annoying when he finds out"

"Ugh, I know"

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[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Episode 9 "The Harbinger" Review

Ah Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer... you love to watch us get all worked up don't you? But in all seriousness, I really enjoyed this episode. It's so beautifully animated and scored. I need the Kiners to drop the OST asap because man was the music stunning. (This episode also further proves that Echo clearly was the braincell of the group and I'm cackling).

As always, spoilers below:

BEHOLD! THE RETURN OF OUR QUEEN VENTRESS! I loved how she was utilized. I was surprised to see her actually be there on Pabu, but it makes sense since Fennec told her to find them. However, I am wondering how she did find Pabu. My guess is that Ventress was given Hunter's photo and meditated with it until she felt his presence... somewhere. Or she knew a guy who knew a guy who knew Phee. Everything from Ventress' design to voice acting was perfection. The animators really popped off with her Dark Disciple look. But, how did she survive? Nightsister magic? There's probably some explanation, but it'll be left ambiguous for reasons.

Her relationship with Omega was very well done. She's changed so much since her first appearance in CW. I liked the balance between her ability to still kick butt while also being a good person at heart as shown with Omega. She doesn't kill the Batch even though they got defensive (and I understand why they did). The scene where she calms the giant kraken-like creature was so so good. It's a nice way of showing how Ventress has found the light with the Force. Her line about being on a side of her own was also good and pretty much sums up her character perfectly. She's neither dark nor light, she's just right.

It's also obvious from the title that she's the harbinger. Harbingers are people that herald the approach of someone or danger. For the Batch, she's a harbinger of doom. That doesn't mean she herself brings the danger, but she tells them that their time is up. Repeatedly, she tells the Batch that they aren't safe even on Pabu. Which means that Pabu is gonna go down next week *cue sad yaying*. Even the lighting this episode signified doom. Pabu is shrouded in fog and the only light we see is from a sunset, indicating the end of the Batch's peace and safety.

Speaking of the Batch, they really do share one braincell and even then, it's usually with Echo. It's so awesome to see them work together again in combat. And we got to hear their theme again!! It was so triumphant and such a great moment! I know we'll hear it again, but this was such a good moment. I love that most of their moments were them just watching out for Omega. I know we all joke about the Jango Fett Mandalorian dad genes, but it's so true. Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair love their sister so much. Every time Cross was like "we're not handing her over," I got excited. Omega aside, the smaller moments like Wrecker teasing Crosshair or Wrecker mimicking his brothers were gold.

My favorite moment with the three was when Crosshair threw Hunter and Wrecker's weapons to them. The music went hard and the camaraderie between them is so heartfelt. These brothers will always have each others' backs. (Also, this is the first time we hear Cross call Tech by his name. Tech is still with them, even if it's in their hearts).

And of course there's our sweet bean, Omega. Next week will definitely be about her conflicted over the possibility of being Force Sensitive. It breaks my heart to see her so lost and confused. The Batch can try and help, but they're so out of their depth. I honestly think Omega will go back to Tantiss simply to see if she is capable of using the Force. There are so many questions about her identity. Why was she created? Why is she so important? I know a lot of people now think that she will off with Ventress in the finale if we do get a confirmation that she is force sensitive. Honestly, I hope she stays with her brothers. If they kill the Batch off, then I can see the Ventress end working, but I really hope that's not the case.

I wonder how the Empire will find Pabu. They could get really lucky, find a bounty hunter to track them, or even have a brainwashed Tech. I know the theory about Cross having a tracker or something was popular, but if that was true, then the Empire would've already descended upon them. Maybe Palpatine finds them through the Force; that I would believe. Either way, it will be very angsty and Pabu is doomed. But what do you guys think?

Anyways, that's all I have for now. Let's all prepare mentally for next week. Our little family is gonna need all the therapy and support they can get.

[whxre-bxby]

🐍Loki × reader #2

SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT SMUT😂🔪🐍

Choking ; sir-kink ; unprotected sex ; bondage. Y/n is on the pill.

Enjoy it my horny bitches 😏

Each Avenger returned with the infinity stone. And everyone returned. Nat and Clint found a creature from Thanos' planet and Clint sacrificed it for the stone. You would think it wouldn't work because you needed to sacrifice something you really love. Turns out, Natasha loves squirrels and that thing looked very similar, except it was trying to bite Clint so he threw it down. Natasha is mad at him now, even though she knows that was the most logical option. She was needed and Clint had a family.

We stood in a circle and made sure everyone managed their mission successfully.

"The raccoon lives!" Tony says, sarcastically applauding Rocket.

"I'm not a raccoon." Rocket replies, annoyed.

"Okay, honestly though. What are you then?" Scott asks.

"Rocket." He replies, walking away to get some food.

"Right." Scott replies.

"Whatever, he eats garbage." Nat says and we all make our way off the time machine. Tony builds the gauntlet with Rocket and Bruce, who is in Hulk's body now.

I take the suit off that we all wore. I have shorts and a top underneath so it was fine. I chucked it onto the couch and made my way to the balcony. It looks similar like the one in Stark Tower, here it's just squared. I lean against the railing and let the breeze blow against my face. The sun was setting and I watched it.

I needed peace, quiet, natural light, warmth and fresh air... everything had been so stressful since Thanos won. No one was the same anymore and it hurt seeing others like this but I myself couldn't change my attitude. Pain and grief were what I felt most of the time now. Regret and guilt are up there in the top 5 emotions too. I look around and see an advert. There is a picture of a family on it. The child is being held and hugged by it's parents. It's cute... I wonder what it feels like.. 'love'. Never got to experience it...being a part of a family was something I never knew of. Now I think I found my family, the Avengers, but not all of them were here...

I was interrupted in my thoughts by someone putting their hand on my shoulder. I didn't even bother looking. I stayed still and managed to figure out it was Loki. The way his hand gripped my shoulder, the weight he pushed down on me. It was him. I slowly rotate my head and look at him.

"You were quite deep in thought. I was saying your name multiple times." He says, giving me a soft smile. I return it.

"Yeah..sorry."

"Don't apologize. What were you thinking about..?" He asks, looking away and gazing out into the open as well.

"Just, stuff I guess..nothing important." I reply, looking back out at the sunset.

"Please stop blaming yourself-" Loki was cut off.

"I just feel like I could have done more...and if I would have done more maybe they would still be here right now.." I say, letting out a deep sigh. My eyelids drift together slowly and I lower my head.

"What you did was enough, you did good. Not everyone could have fought how hard you did.." he says, with a pause. "Don't worry, this is why we are doing all of this. We are getting them back.."

"But what if it doesn't work, what if they are really..gone forever.."

Loki doesn't reply. He knows he can't see what will happen. None of us can, we just hope for the best. Loki puts his arm around me and pulls me into his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around my back. I bury my face in his chest and let a few tears escape my eyes. We just stand there, the wind blowing into my hair making it look as if it were alive. I sniffle and he looks down at me surprised.

"You're so emotional.." Loki says softly, petting my head.

"Stop embarrassing me.. I'm not at the best point in my life right now. " I mutter. Never have I ever cried in front of anyone before. No wonder Loki was surprised, I always suppressed all my feelings and bottled them up. It all backfires eventually and you let it out in bad times.

"I'm sorry dear, it wasn't meant in a bad way. It's quite sweet actually." He says. I know he is smiling and I gently punch his shoulder. After a long hug, we let go of each other.

"Thank you.." I say, wiping my tears into my sleeve.

"No problem, my pleasure. I enjoy spending time with you and that sunset was beautiful." Loki says, looking at the sky again and then back at me.

I look down and blush a little.

"It doesn't beat you though." He says, chuckling.

"Oh stop it." I say, smiling and looking away.

"Why?"

"Because you don't mean it." I say, not looking at him. Of course, he doesn't mean it, he was just making fun of me again. Why would he mean it? I don't look beautiful, especially not since what happened. I haven't cared for myself in ages.

"What would make you think I don't mean it?" Loki says, his expression softening.

"Why would you mean it? It's not even tr-"

"Let's see, maybe because I'm not blind and I can see how beautiful you are. You have soft skin, glowing in the sunlight right now just like your hair. " Loki stops talking after interrupting me. I look at him confused, but his words warm my heart and make me blush. We just stare into each other for a while. I admire his eyes and I love watching them flicker from one of my eyes to the other.

I look down, feeling awkward because I don't know how to cope with compliments. They don't come often. I want to give him a hug but I think that would be too far, maybe? Maybe not. I don't know, we never got touchy like that. I take my hands and start fiddling with my fingers, not knowing what to do. I hear Loki chuckle slightly. Then suddenly something unexpected happens.

He takes his hand and softly places two fingers under my chin. I let him guide my eyes back to his.

"I think you are truly very beautiful.." he says, smiling softly at me.

I blush again.

"Thank you.." I reply, almost whispering. His hand moves up to my cheek and he cups it, rubbing his thumb up and down slowly. I smile and put my hand on top of his, holding it to my face. I close my eyes and lean into it, releasing all my negative thoughts and stress. I loved being around him. Probably not just that, I'm pretty sure that I loved him. I loved Loki. He was very kind, gentle and polite under the hard shell of coldness and mischief.

Loki takes a step closer, and my head is on the same level as his chest, he is very tall. I look up at him and without hesitation, I lean against his chest and give him a warm hug. He tenses up at first, but eventually relaxes into it and wraps his arms around me, rubbing my back. I press harder, not wanting this moment to end.

Loki holds my head against his chest and kisses the top while I listen to his heartbeat.

I was surprised when he did that, it made me look up.

"Loki?"

"Sorry I just couldn't resist, you were being so cute." He smiles, hoping I was okay with it.

"I like you.." I say, slowly looking straight into his eyes. "A lot. I like you a lot."

He stops smiling and just stares into my eyes. I see there are so many emotions within him but I can't figure out what they are or how he is feeling.

Loki doesn't say anything for a while which makes me regret saying what I just did.

"Sorry.. I uhm..I didn't want to ruin the friendship we have..I'm sorry, just forget it..." I say, letting go of the hug and backing up a little. Loki let his hands fall from around me to his sides while I awkwardly played with my fingers, avoiding eye contact at all costs. The silence continued.

"Loki, please say something.." I tell him, not being able to stand in silence.

He looks away in disbelief but then his eyes fix on mine. I give him a soft unsure look and I see his eyes got a little watery.

"Loki..?" I ask again.

"You're joking right..?" he finally replies after my many failed desperate attempts. I look up at him, confused.

"No..why would I be joking.?" I ask, just wanting this awkward never ending moment to end. I just wish I never mentioned this, I'v never been this embarrassed.

"Okay well then you're lying." he continues on, not looking at me. "Are you making fun of me?"

"What? No! Why do you think that? You're confusing me...Loki" I say, wanting to cry for some reason. Probably of all the mixed emotions I'm feeling right now.

"You like me..?" he asks, in disbelief.

I sigh and nod, looking down again. Loki looks like he is processing big news. I look at him and his face is loading.

"Why?" he then says.

"What do you mean why? I don't know I can't control it, I just do.." I reply again, feeling extremely uncomfortable in this situation, wrapping my arms around me as if I could hide in them.

"How?" he asks again. I look up, still confused. "How can you like me..?"

"Because... I don't know... you're likeable. I don't have the social skills to tell you.." I say, returning my gaze to him.

Loki's eyes are watery. "Please try and tell me why..I really want to know.." he says, basically pleading. I feel sorry for him. His expression is making me tear up but the confusion stays in my brain.

"You have a nice character. Not everyone sees it, but under your fake coldness you are sensitive and just want to make the people you care about proud and happy...I really like that about you. I don't think I can name anything I would change about you." I say, with a pause. "Okay maybe when you get angry you ignore me and everyone else so I wish you obviously wouldn't do that but I do that too so I can't say anything against that." I finish my sentence and hold my hands against my face trying to overcome the embarrassment and stress this moment is giving me. He lets out the faintest chuckle at that.

I look back at him and I see tears running down his face. He is looking at me but I still can't tell what emotion lies within his soul.

"Oh my gosh..Loki what's wrong..?" I ask worriedly. I feel my eyes tear up even more. I've never seen him like this. He presses his lips together, I can see them turning white while he is trying to suppress his emotions.

"How could you ever like something like me..? I'm not even up on any of your levels..you can do so much better than this.." he says looking down, his hands gesturing to him.

"What do you mean? You are on the same level. Are you kidding? You're not a bad person. If you were, you wouldn't have been accepted by the team. They know you are not who you used to be. I've talked to them, they are glad Thor brought you along. I look up to you! Peter admires you as well! He thinks you're great. You've inspired Bruce and Tony to forgive people. Steve says he is a fan of your powers. Nobody here doesn't like you. We are happy you are here..please just understand that. " I say, out of breath. I see how more and more tears run down his face, which makes me unable to hold mine back. I burst into a cry.

"Are you seriously crying because I am?" he says, beneath sniffles. I smile and cry at the same time. "After my speech, that's all you say..?" I ask him, wanting to know how he feels.

"Y/n I fucking love you. I've never felt anything like this. When Thor met Jane I just made fun of him for being weak and letting emotions get to him, but only now do I understand what it is. I don't know much here, but what I do know is that I love you, a lot. When you said that, earlier I couldn't believe it...I just don't think I am good enough for you.." Loki says, wiping his face.

"But I don't want anyone else..I want you. I love you..you are all I will ever want and need. " I say, my voice cracking and squeaky because of my crying.

I gasp for air and Loki just stands there. I look at him, and for the first time, I can see his emotions. It's admiration. He stares at me in awe. I smile but before I can say anything else Loki takes a step closer to me and puts his hand under my chin. I look up at him, seeing him smile. His smile made me so happy. It sparked so many emotions in my stomach.

Loki then cupped my face and leaned down. I closed my eyes and we stopped getting closer. Our lips were brushing against each other and I could feel his hot breath against mine. He wasn't sure whether I really wanted to do this and he definitely didn't want to do anything that would make me feel uncomfortable.

I leaned in and connected my lips to his. We closed our eyes and kissed. Loki pulled my body into him while keeping my face as close to his as possible. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeper. He bit my lower lip, causing a small heated moan to escape my lips. I felt him grin against my lips and then he filled my mouth with his tongue. I let him in and we made out heavily.

After a while, I had to break the kiss for air. We grinned at each other and I blushed.

"I've been wanting to kiss you for so long." he says, gathering his breath.

"I've wanted to do it for longer.." I say, unknowingly. I inhale deeply, trying to get my breathing straight.

"Are you challenging me?" he asks, raising his eyebrows and smirking dangerously.

"Maybe.." I reply, crossing my arms over my chest liking where this is going.

"Big mistake." he says chuckling. I was about to protest and come back at him with something smart, but he walked close to me and bent down. His hands laced around my legs and he stood up. I was hanging down his shoulder, trying to keep myself upright while he held onto my legs.

"You will regret doing that." Loki says, shaking his head while walking back inside. I start to kick my legs and squeal. Loki just spanks my ass hard and bites into my thigh making me squeak out and shut up. He walks the stairs and heads to his room. I grip his shoulders, not wanting to fall and he just throws me up, readjusting me on his shoulder.

"Loki what are you-"

"Shush." he says, interrupting me again. I sway side to side while Loki makes his way to his room.

He bursts the door open and enters. Loki slams the door shut and then grabs me and throws me onto his soft bed. He then walks over to his curtains and pulls them closed. The sun already set by now and the room was completely dark. I sat up on the bed and waited to see if I could hear anything but the whole room was silent. I knew Loki had everything planned out so I decided to get up. I walked a few steps away from the bed, trying my best to see in the pitch-black dark but it was useless. I turned around but I felt hopeless.

"Loki..?" I said softly, hoping he would respond. He didn't. I asked again. "Loki, what are you doing..?".

A few moments passed and I suddenly felt hot breath next to my ear. I wanted to turn around to see if it was him, but the second I moved I felt his strong big hand wrap itself around my throat. I stayed in place and inhaled sharply when he pressed harder. I touched the hand with mine, trying to loosen his grip but he didn't. I just held onto his arm.

Suddenly I felt Loki press his body against mine from behind, keeping his hand tightly wrapped around my neck. I jumped in surprise.

"Loki, is that y-"

"Shhh..." he shushes me again. This time his voice is very low and husky like, I can tell even from the whisper.

He moves my hair to the side, giving him access to my neck. I feel his lips attach to it and he starts to bite down and harshly suck on the skin. My breathing becomes uneven and I let my eyes drop shut in pleasure.

With Loki's hand around my throat, he pushes me towards the bed. I drop down on it and he then leaves. Quickly, Loki returns and I feel how he takes my wrist and puts something metal around it. I try and get out but can't. He handcuffed me to his bed.

I felt him trace his fingers from my neck down my chest, between my boobs and he stopped when he reached my abdomen. Loki leaned down and kissed me deeply. Once again he pushes his tongue into my mouth and roughly kissed me, bruising my lips. He rubbed up and down my thigh, holding it up. After a while, he pulled away and walked to the light switch. He pressed it and I saw him, standing there, a huge smirk on his face. I look at myself and see he really did cuff me down.

Loki walks over to me and starts to pull up my shirt, revealing my bra. He groans when he sees it and literally tears the fabric off my chest.

"I liked that top.." I mutter.

"Not nearly as much as what I'm about to do to you.." he said. His voice was really deep now. I could see a small bulge in his pants and it made me bite my lip. Loki then moved onto my pants and pulled them down my legs. He traced a line with his tongue from my belly to my chest. I whimpered at the feeling, knowing I was starting to get really wet. I lay, vulnerable, in just my underwear under Loki, who was still fully dressed.

He tucked at my panties and soon enough slipped them down my legs. I felt exposed and tried covering myself up but he quickly stopped me. I clenched my legs together, trying to at least cover that but he saw. Loki knelt at the end of the bed and put his hands under my hips. The next thing I knew, he pulled my body towards him and pushed open my legs. I whimpered, feeling self-conscious but he didn't care. He knew what he was doing and what he wanted. And Loki wouldn't stop until he gets what he wants. I wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me an inch closer. I looked down at him, my pussy throbbing. He smirked and I bit my lip, excited about what he was going to do.

"Do as I say, or else you will be punished." He whispers. I nod, eagerly and he looks down, grinning.

"Use your words pet." He says.

"Yes" I reply to his demand.

"Yes, what?" He asks, clearly indicating something was missing.

"Yes, sir.." I whisper and he grins again.

"Good girl." Loki replies.

I feel his hot breath on my heat and let out a sigh. He then licks a stripe from my entrance up to my clit. I whimper in pleasure, wanting more. My legs tremble from his touch and Loki then buries his face into me. I let out a loud moan and my head falls back. He eats me out, not missing any part of me. His tongue is working on my entrance while his nose rubs on my clit, through his movement. Loki takes a finger and softly pushes it inside me. I clench my eyes shut, moaning when he starts pumling it in and out. Soon, he adds another finger and his mouth sucks on my clit. I turn into a moaning hot mess and arch my back, loving how he is making me feel.

"Loki, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum.." I whine, not wanting him to stop.

"Not yet pet, you cum when I say so." he says, possessively.

I nod and he speeds his thrusts up. My mouth is gaping open at this point and I try my best not to release.

"Loki, please- " I whine.

"Not yet." he answers. Loki is very possessive and dominant. He loves being in control of everything. Every touch I receive, every feeling I feel and every action I take. But what he was doing to me felt so good, my body couldn't control itself any longer. I came all over his fingers, moaning, trying to cover my mouth. Of course, Loki noticed. My walls clenched around his fingers and my body trembled beneath him. He immediately stopped his actions and got up. I came down from my high and gathered my breath.

Loki stood in front of me, his arms crossed.

"I didn't say you could cum yet." He said, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry daddy, I couldn't hold it any longer.." I replied in my defence.

"You didn't listen, now you will have to be punished. " he said. His frown turned into a grin as he started to unbuckle his belt. He undid it and pulled it from his pants, as I watched with wide eyes. He then came down to me and roughly turned me on my stomach. A hand slipped under my belly and he pulled my hips up so I was laying down with my ass in the air.

"Codeword is 'trouble', dear." Loki said.

Once he said the codeword, I knew I was in for it. My body tensed, awaiting what he will do. I heard some fumbling and then suddenly, a hard strike hit my ass. The sound of the hit filled the room and I yelped in pain. I buried my head into the sheets and Loki said. "One"

I opened my eyes and right after that, he struck me with the leather belt again. I clenched my fists, yelping out again.

"Two." He continued counting. It hurt like hell, my ass was burning but this was part of it. Then Loki struck me again, making me cry out in pain. They were getting harder and I felt my eyes start to water up.

"Three."

I felt the wind move of how Loki rose his arm up and then crashed it down onto my bare skin. I cried, tears running down my eyes. Loki rubbed the area he hit.

"Four."

I inhaled sharply, awaiting the next strike and it came. The slap hit me again. I was biting my fist and clenching my handcuff.

"Five." he said. I could hear he was smiling, through how he said the word. I loved the feeling, of knowing he was in charge. Even if it physically hurt, it excited me and made my stomach twist. I wanted him to use me however he likes.

I saw how Loki raised his hand, the belt in it, bent in half. When he slammed it back down on me I almost screamed. I couldn't take much more.

"Six." he says. Again I was able to notice his grin. I inhaled deeply, preparing for the next one. Once again, Loki's hand rose and he struck me for the seventh time. This time, it was the hardest hit of them all. I cried out in pain.

"Seven." He says.

"T- trouble.." I say, my voice shaky.

Loki drops the belt and rubs the area he just roughly attacked. Tears were still streaming down my face and I had to sniffle a few times. Loki turned me around again and saw my face. He then undid my handcuff and dropped it to the ground as well. He pulled my face up to his.

"You did so well, pet." He says smiling, wiping the tears off my face. I smile back, happy I pleased him.

He pulls me to him and I put my hand on his cheek. Once again, Loki slips his tongue into my mouth, showing his dominance. I trace my fingers down him and tug at the hem of his shirt.

"Go on." he whispers. With his permission granted, I start to unbutton his shirt, meanwhile, Loki bites my neck, definitely leaving heavy bruises and marking his territory.

I reach for the last button and gently pull it off his shoulders. He unwraps his arms from me and lets me slide it down his hands. I drop it to the ground and Loki throws his hands, back around my waist. He pushed my hips onto him and then lowered me back down on the bed. I lay beneath Loki, as he left open-mouthed sloppy kisses down my body. He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra easily. That too was thrown to the other side of the room. Loki looked down at my naked body.

"You're beautiful darling." he said, smiling in admiration. I blushed, not being able to hold back a smile.

"Thank you.." I whisper. He leans down and kisses me again, before unbuttoning his trousers. He slips them right off, along with his boxers. I look at him and gasp, biting my lip. He smirks at my reaction and looks into my eyes. I carefully lift my hand and wrap it around the bottom of his shaft. He exhales deeply. I slowly rub him from bottom to top and then down again. Loki groans as I tighten my grip around him and start to pump his long and thick dick. He then grasps my wrist and I let go of him. He climbs onto me, hovering above my body. I open my legs for him and he strokes my thigh again. Loki puts one hand on his member, the other one holding him up above me. He rubs it between my lips and then inserts the tip. I let out a soft moan and he kisses me deeply. Then suddenly, Loki thrusts himself deep inside me. I scream in pleasure and hold on to him. He pulls all the way out and slams himself back inside me, groaning. I dig my nails into his back and Loki continues his actions a few more times before he just pounds into me mercilessly. We press our foreheads against each other. Sweat drips down my face and I can't hold back my moans. Loki is breathing heavily. His eyes are closed as he is concentrated on his thrusts. I feel a knot start to build up inside my stomach again. Loki's thrusts become slightly sloppier now, I can tell he is close too.

"Loki, I'm going to cum.." I moan under him.

"Me too pet, just wait for me." He says and I nod. He continues thrusting a few more times before I feel him twitch inside me.

"Okay dear, cum for me." He says, between breaths and groans. He speeds up to his maximum and I release onto him. Loki moans as I clench my walls around his dick and I feel his hot seed flood my insides. He rode out both our orgasms, continuing his sloppy thrusts until we came down from our highs. Loki collapses onto me and we both breath heavily.

"Holy shit.." I whisper. He grins against my skin.

"I love you y/n" he says and we kiss again.

"I love you too.." I reply whispering. Loki stays inside me for a while and we just lay there. I wrap my arms around him and embrace him into me. His body is warm. After we have our air back in our lungs, Loki slides out of me. His semen is drilling out of my pussy but we both couldn't care less about the mess we made. He dropped down next to me and I pushed my upper body up and reached for the blanket to cover us. He smiled at me as I covered the both of us. Loki reached out to me and pulled my body into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I listened to his heartbeat slow down. Loki kissed my head and I snuggled closer to him. Soon enough, we both fell asleep.

[cilil]

༄ Author's Note: A small "teaser", if you will, to introduce an OC I've been working on.

Written as an in-universe legend, inspired by and adapted from the Lorelei myth.

The Legend of Marilairë

A tale told among the mariners of Middle-earth speaks of a water spirit in the river Sirion whose lovely songs enchant travelers. Yet who is the one they call Marilairë–a servant of Ulmo or a far more sinister creature?

༄ Characters: ???

༄ Warnings: Mentions of flood and drowning

This is a tale told among the mariners of Middle-earth. 

They say that when the dusk settled and the moon rose in the sky, those travelling on the river Sirion would at times spot a bright figure resting upon rocks in the riverbed. It was a water spirit, and to them it seemed as though they beheld a young, beautiful maiden who had come from the foamy waves. Some of them claimed she was a gift from Ulmo himself and they named her Marilairë, pearl of the sea. 

The water spirit sang with such a sweet and lovely voice that all who heard her were enchanted, and many drowned in the waves of Sirion as they fell under her spell and no longer paid heed to their ships. 

Tales and rumours about her soon reached the ears of a young mortal noble who wished to see the mysterious Marilairë for himself. He had his men ferry him downstream at sunset, and sure enough, he caught sight of her–the scales on her tail were shimmering like finest pearls and she was brushing her luscious hair in the moonlight, humming a soft melody to herself. 

When the maiden spotted the ship, she smiled and began to weave a song of such beauty and longing that the mariners and the nobleman were completely and utterly ensnared and threw themselves into the river, yet the waves swallowed them before they could reach her and none of them was seen or heard from again. 

The noble family whose son was lost that day declared that Marilairë was an evil spirit and promised to reward whoever managed to bring her to justice; and so it came to pass that many more perished in the waves of Sirion, all lured in by her ethereal beauty and sweet siren songs. 

Time and time again did the water spirit escape her hunters, until one day an Elf from the Elder Days came to the shores of Sirion and confronted her. 

"They may call you Marilairë, but that is not who you are," he spoke in a mighty voice. "I see through your disguise, servant of Morgoth. Now leave these peaceful waters, lest Lord Ulmo and your kin find you." 

Then the water spirit rose and laughed, yet, as if a spell had been broken, it was no longer the voice of a sweet maiden, but the voice of a man; and the waves rose alongside him like a beasts obeying their master's command. 

"It is true," he said, "Ulmo is no lord of mine, and my true name is another. Yet I will not allow you to speak it, nor will I let an incarnate command me to leave my waters. Now be silent! You are disturbing my song." 

His hair and scales darkened until they were black like a starless night, and the flood came crashing down on Elf and spirit alike like a tidal wave, dragging them down to the bottom of the river. Where they have gone no one knows; yet mariners say that sometimes the song of the one once called Marilairë is still heard in the waters of Middle-earth, and those who hearken to those sweet melodies are lost in the water. 

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NIGHT AT THE TAVERN

VI - JOHANN

This one goes out to the duel enjoyers !!

Text by Álvares de Azevedo, translation my own.

TW: this chapter contains manslaughter and incest.

[revised August 2024]

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“Pourquoi? C’est que mon coeur au milieu des délices,

D’un souvenir jaloux constamment oppressé,

Froid au bonheur présent, va chercher ses supplices

Dans l’avenir et le passé?”

A. DUMAS [1]

 “Now it’s my turn! I too want to toss a coin into your urn; the tainted copper of the beggar: a poor alm, for sure!”

It was in Paris, at a billiard room. I’m not sure if the fire of the game had carried me away, or if the kirsch and curaçao had burned my brains too much… a youth played against me: he was called Artur. 

He had a soft and blond figure like a maiden’s. Childish pink rouged his cheeks: but it was a pink of faded color. Light hair shadowed his lip, and a golden plumage covered the oval bits of his face like the fuzz that lines a peach. 

My adversary needed one more count to win. I needed not sure how many; I know only that they were many, and so, much cool headedness and care was required in playing. 

I shot the ball. On the occasion the table shook… the blond youth had, voluntarily or not, leaned against the table… the ball shifted, changed its course: with its shift, I lost. Anger took over me. I walked towards him. In response to my burning look, the youth shook his blond hair and smiled as if in mocking. 

It was too much! I walked up to him: a punch resounded. The furious youth walked towards me with a dagger, but our friends contained us.

‘That’s lowly brawling. The duel, that’s the combat of men of honor.’

The youth ripped a glove off with his teeth and threw it in my face. It was insult for insult, filth for filth; it had to be blood for blood. 

Half an hour later I coldly grabbed his hand and spoke into his ear: 

‘Your weapons, sir?’

‘You shall come to know them there.’

‘Your witnesses?’

‘The night and my guns.’

‘The time?’

‘Now.’

‘The place?’

‘You will come with me… where we stop shall be the place.”

“Well, very well: I am ready. Let’s go.”

I gave him my arm and we left. In seeing us so calmly in conversation it was thought that there had been satisfaction. One of the men, though, understood us. 

He came to us and said: 

‘Gentlemen, are there no means of reconciliation then?’

We both smiled. 

‘This is childish,’ he retorted..

We did not reply. 

‘If you need a witness, I am ready.”

We both bowed. 

He understood us: he saw our will was firm and walked away. 

We left.

-

A hotel was open. The youth led me inside.

‘I live here; enter,’ he told me.

We entered.

‘Sir,’ he said, ‘there are no means of peace between us: a punch and a glove thrown on the face of a man are stains that only blood can wash off. And so it is a duel to the death.’

‘To the death,’ I repeated, like an echo. 

‘Well then: I only have two people in the world— my mother and… wait a bit.’

The youth asked for paper, quill and ink. He wrote: the lines were few. Having finished the letter, he gave it for me to read. 

‘See, it is not a betrayal,’ he said.

‘Artur, I believe you; I do not want to read this sheet.’

I turned down the paper. Artur closed the letter, and sealed the seal with a ring he had on his finger. Upon seeing the ring, a tear rolled down his face and fell onto the letter.

‘Sir, you are a man of honor. If I die, take this ring; in my pocket you will find a letter, give it all to… later I’ll tell you whom…’

‘Are you ready?’ I asked. 

‘Not yet! Before one of us dies it is only fair that the dead man toasts to the last twilight of life. Let us not be Abyssinians; and more, the sun in the cinnabar hue of the sunset is still beautiful. 

The wine from the Rhine flowed in golden gushes in green crystal cups. The youth rose.

‘Sir, allow me to toast with you.’

‘To whom?’

‘It’s a mystery… a woman, for the name of the one whom one once pressed against one’s lips, whom one loves, is a secret. Won’t you do it?’

‘As you wish.’

We clinked our glasses. The youth walked over to the window. He poured a few drops of the wine from the Rhine for the night. We drank.

‘One of us has toasted his last toast…’ said he, ‘Good night to one of us… and a good bed and restful sleep to the son of the earth!’

He went to a desk, took out two pistols. 

‘This is quicker,’ said he, ‘by the sword the agony takes longer. One of them is loaded, the other is not. Let us draw them at random and shoot at point blank.’

‘It’s murder…’

‘Did we not say that it was a duel to the death, that one of us ought to die?’

‘You’re right. But tell me, where shall we go?’

‘Come with me. In the first deserted corner in the suburb. Any street corner is grim enough for two men of which one has to kill the other.’

At midnight we were outside the city. He put the two pistols on the ground. 

‘Pick, but without touching them.’

I picked.

‘Let’s do it now.’

‘Wait, I have a somber feeling and a sighing voice is moaning in my heart. I want to pray… a longing for my mother.’

He kneeled. To the sight of that kneeling youth— perhaps over a grave— I remembered that I also had a mother and sister… and that I was forgetting them. As to lovers, my desires were like the thirst of street dogs: they were satisfied with water or mud… I’d only loved fallen women.

‘It’s time,’ said he. 

We walked facing each other. The pistols touched our chests. The pistols sounded, only one shot, he fell down, dead… 

‘Here,’ mumbled the dying youth, showing me his pocket.

I threw myself at him. He was drowning in blood. He shuddered three times and turned cold… I took the ring off of his hand. Shoved my hand in his pocket as he’d requested. I found two notes.

The night was dark: I was unable to read them. 

I returned to the city. I looked at the notes under the foggy light of the first streetlamp I found. The first one was a letter to his mother. The other was opened, it read:

At one o’ clock in the morning at … Street n. 60, 1st floor; you’ll find the door open. 

—Your G. 

There was no other signature. 

I did not know what to think. I had an idea; it was a depraved one.

I went to the rendezvous. It was dark. I had the ring I’d brought from the dead man on my finger… I felt a little velvety hand take me by the hand, went upstairs. The door closed.

It was a delicious night! The blond’s lover was a virgin! Poor Romeo! Poor Juliet! It seems that these two children spent their nights with childish kisses and pure dreams!”

(Johann filled his glass, drank it, but shuddered)

“When I was about to leave, I ran into a shadow at the door.

‘Good evening, gentleman… I’ve been waiting for you a while.’

That voice seemed familiar to me. However my wits were scrambled… 

I did not respond: it was a most singular occurrence. I continued down the stairs, the shadow followed me. When we reached the door I saw the tinkle of a knife’s blade. I moved and the blade slid by my shoulder. The fight was made terrible in the dark. Two men that did not know each other, that did not think they’d ever seen each other in the light, and that with luck would not have to see each other alive.

The dagger escaped from his hands, was lost in the dark: I subdued him. An infernal scene, a man in the dark muffling another man’s mouth with his hand, suffocating his throat with his knee, the other hand feeling for an iron in the shadows. 

In this moment I felt a terrible pain: pain and cold flowed down my hand. The man had choked to death, and in his agony had sunk his teeth into my flesh. It was with great difficulty that I released my bloody and dilacerated hand from the corpse’s mouth. I rose.

As I left I ran into an object. I bent down to see what it was. It was a dark lantern. I wanted to see who the man was. I lifted the lamp…

Its last flash bathed the dead man’s head in light… and went off…

I could not believe it: that whole night was some fantastic dream. I dragged the corpse on my shoulders… I carried him through the sidewalk slabs up to the streetlamp, brushed the blood soaked hair off his face…” (a fearful spasm horribly contorted the narrator’s face… He took the cup to drink… his teeth chattered as if he was cold… the cup cracked in his lips.)

“That man— do you understand!? Was blood of my blood, the child of my mother’s entrains, as I was… he was my brother! An idea flew before my eyes like an anathema. I anxiously climbed up the building. I entered. The girl had fainted in fear from hearing the fight. Her face was as cold as marble. Her bare virgin breasts were cold and still like a statue’s… I felt her half naked snowy form between her undone skirts, where depravity had assailed a lost flower. 

I opened the window, took her there…

In truth I am a cursed man! Oi, Archibald, give me another glass, fill it with cognac, fill it to the brim! See! I feel cold, so cold… I tremble from shivering and sweat runs down my face! I crave the fire of spirits! The burning in the brain to the dizzying vapor… I want to forget!”

“What’s the matter with you, Johann? You ramble like a hundred-year-old man!”

“What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with me? Can’t you see it then? It was my sister!”

-

[1] “Why? It’s that my heart, amongst delights,

By a jealous memory constantly oppressed,

Indifferent to the present happiness, goes searching for torments

In the future and in the past.”

A. Dumas

[formosusiniquis]

me media naranja (and other things that need to ripen) Ch 2

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She's immediately mortified. She just isn't sure why. She's a successful woman in a male dominated field. She's a successful woman in a sector of a male dominated field that requires her to be stern, unflappable, and to strike fear in the hearts of people who have done heinous acts of all sorts. Nancy Wheeler has taken her shame and her mortification, her embarrassment and her self-consciousness and put them down like a particularly unsightly demo-creature.

But looking at the freckled nose of Robin Buckley. The expanse of her neck revealed by her messy, grown out pixie cut. Nancy is mortified.

She doesn't need a new mystery, but this is something that needs solved more than whatever it was she came here for.

She stacks her theories in neat lines:

Midwestern courtesy, she's just sworn at someone who at this point is as good as a stranger

Surprise, she hadn't know that someone she saved the world with was in the same city as her

Her list falls apart here.

"Nancy! Nancy Wheeler, wow! Jan sent you? You do seem a little stressed, I prefer Italy but you seem like you'd like France."

Absent minded professor, Jan had said, and that is one way of describing the whirlwind that is Robin Buckley. Robin H. now, she's gotten married sometime since leaving Hawkins, settled into her skin. She drags Nancy into a broom closet masquerading as an office. Space made smaller by bookshelves on each wall encroaching into the usable space, stuffed so full the shelves are sagging under the weight of books and knickknacks. No photos on the shelves, but there's one on the desk beside a small monitor near the phone, turned away from prying eyes. And Nancy's eyes beg to intrude.

"Jan likes Paris, but you don't strike me as the Parisienne type, no offense. I mean it's been like, what, eight years so what do I know, maybe time has made you an eiffel tower type," she curls her nose, something in the thought disgusting her. Is it the thought of Nancy as a tourist, is it the tower itself? Jan has dropped a new mystery in her lap, everything about this Robin in front of her is new and fascinating. It makes her fingers itch with the need to unwrap, to find a peeling corner and pull until something new is revealed.

"I've got to stop spending- feel free to chime in here anytime, Nance. Have you been Vecna'd?"

That reminder of their past. The creature that sent her away. The mission completed, the evil defeated, Nancy a fighter without a fight sent off into the sunset to find a cause now that peace had made her home unfamiliar; according to Mike, anyway, who was having a little too much fun in his creative writing program.

"You got married?"

No, shit, she needed a translator. That’s why she came all the way out here. To speak with a professor, Robin, who speaks both of the languages she needs, apparently. She's one interview away from a goddamn pulitzer, she just needs a translator, and she's making small talk.

Robin has big eyes, they always look half lidded and sleepy. She favored a heavy brown liner in high school that turned lazy into seductive. Nancy isn't sure why she remembers that. Maybe because they're so wide now, open all the way to the point of distraction. Was it so weird that she might want to catch up with someone that might have been a friend. Trauma always entangled its way into her relationships in those days, it was always so hard to parse out what was what. She loved Jonathan, except she didn't without a tragedy. Steve had grown so much, except he wanted something from her she couldn't give. Robin was so much, except she was good in a crisis and threw a molotov with such grace.

Removed by time and by distance from everyone in Hawkins but her brother, and by extension Will and El, things cleared. Clarified. She never did the therapy thing, but she's worked on herself. Knows the boys she thought she loved wouldn't have been good for her, nor her for them. Removed from everyone who might have ever understood the woman she's become, save her brother and the two people he's kept so close to him as to become indistinguishable from, Nancy wonders if she might have been too hasty to chase her career so far.

Maybe she's lonely.

She still needs that translator.

"Yeah, uh, yep. We sent you an invitation, but it returned to sender; and your mom wasn't sure what your new address was and Mike can be so Mike."

"Oh."

And she's hit all of a sudden by an urge she hasn't had since Hawkins. To rage, to scream, to take the gun from her purse and squeeze the trigger again and again and again until the chest squeezing feeling that has taken over her disappears. She's almost 30 years old, how can this make her feel so small, so unsure. She's been a professional writer for longer than she hasn't these days, how can she not have the words for what she's feeling right now.

"So how should I credit you," she asks instead.

"Oh! You never said what this is for? Buckley is fine still, I mean- no I guess you're writing important, not that you weren't always- he's going to hate this." This is familiar, this is the Robin she remembers. Not the suave professor with the choppy Winona Ryder hair. The rambling one who seems to be talking more to herself than her companion. The one who can't run in heels and acts like lace was created specifically to ruin her life. The set of her shoulders when she decides on something. The flattened downturn of her mouth. "If my name's actually going to be in print, on whatever your current world changing crusade is now, make sure it's Harrington-Buckley."

She thinks she'd be less shocked if she'd been shot.

The door to Robin's office squeaks when it's opened, she isn't sure why she notices this. Except maybe as a holdover from the same battle hardened instincts she's never truly let go.

It doesn't matter. She doesn't register it quick enough. Barely hears, "Bobbie bird, you ready-"

Because all she can say is, "Bullshit!"

[pearlsoflongago]

Bells for a New Year

Bells in the Rain

Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain, Upon the steep cliffs of the town. Sleep falls; men are at peace again Awhile the small drops fall softly down.

The bright drops ring like bells of glass Thinned by the wind, and lightly blown; Sleep cannot fall on peaceful grass So softly as it falls on stone.

Peace falls unheeded on the dead Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink; Upon a live man's bloody head It falls most tenderly, I think.

—Elinor Wylie

In Tenebris

All within is warm,    Here without it's very cold,    Now the year is grown so old And the dead leaves swarm. In your heart is light,    Here without it's very dark,    When shall I hear the lark? When see aright? Oh, for a moment's space!    Draw the clinging curtains wide    Whilst I wait and yearn outside Let the light fall on my face.

—Ford Madox Ford

To Time, New Year’s Eve

Well, my dear Time, you are not going to fool me into making myself ridiculous this New Year's Eve with a lot of bonny but impossible resolutions. I know that you are playing with me just as a cat plays with a mouse; yet even the most piteous mousekin sometimes causes his tormentor surprise or disappointment by getting under a bureau or behind the stove, where, for the moment, she cannot paw him. Every now and then, with a little luck, I shall pull off just such a scurry into temporary immortality. It may come by reading Dickens or by seeing a sunset, or by lunching with friends, or by forgetting to wind the alarm clock, or by contemplating the rosy little pate of my daughter, who is still only a nine days' wonder—so young that she doesn't even know what you are doing to her. But you are not going to have the laugh on me by luring me into resolutions. I know my weaknesses. I know that I shall probably continue to annoy newsdealers by reading the magazines on the stalls instead of buying them; that I shall put off having my hair cut; drop tobacco cinders on my waistcoat; feel bored at the idea of having to shave and get dressed; be nervous when the gas burner pops when turned off; buy more Liberty Bonds than I can afford and have to hock them at a grievous loss. I shall continue to be pleasant to insurance agents, from sheer lack of manhood; and to keep library books out over the date and so incur a fine. My only hope, you see, is resolutely to determine to persist in these failings. Then, by sheer perversity, I may grow out of them.

—from A Letter to Father Time by Christopher Morley

The Belfry of Bruges

In the marketplace of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o’er the town.

As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood, And the world threw off the darkness, like the weeds of widowhood.

Thick with towns and hamlets studded, and with streams and vapors gray, Like a shield embossed with silver, round and vast the landscape lay.

At my feet the city slumbered. From its chimneys, here and there, Wreaths of snow-white smoke, ascending, vanished, ghost-like, into air.

Not a sound rose from the city at that early morning hour, But I heard a heart of iron beating in the ancient tower.

From their nests beneath the rafters sang the swallows wild and high; And the world, beneath me sleeping, seemed more distant than the sky.

Then most musical and solemn, bringing back the olden times, With their strange, unearthly changes rang the melancholy chimes,

Like the psalms from some old cloister, when the nuns sing in the choir; And the great bell tolled among them, like the chanting of a friar.

Visions of the days departed, shadowy phantoms filled my brain; They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again;

All the Foresters of Flanders – mighty Baldwin Bras de Fer, Lyderick du Bucq and Cressy Philip, Guy de Dampierre.

I beheld the pageants splendid that adorned those days of old; Stately dames, like queens attended, knights who bore the Fleece of Gold;

Lombard and Venetian merchants with deep-laden argosies; Ministers from twenty nations; more than royal pomp and ease.

I beheld proud Maximilian, kneeling humbly on the ground; I beheld the gentle Mary, hunting with her hawk and hound;

And her lighted bridal-chamber, where a duke slept with the queen, And the armed guard around them, and the sword unsheathed between.

I beheld the Flemish weavers, with Namur and Juliers bold, Marching homeward from the bloody battle of the Spurs of Gold;

Saw the light at Minnewater, saw the White Hoods moving west, Saw great Artevelde victorious scale the Golden Dragon’s nest.

And again the whiskered Spaniard all the land with terror smote; And again the wild alarum sounded from the tocsin’s throat;

Till the bell of Ghent responded o’er lagoon and dike of sand, “I am Roland! I am Roland! There is victory in the land!”

Then the sound of drums aroused me. The awakened city’s roar Chased the phantoms I had summoned back into their graves once more.

Hours had passed away like minutes; and, before I was aware, Lo! the shadow of the belfry crossed the sun-illumined square.

—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

[antvnger]

((First of all, I’m glad you liked that speech. Scott’s very proud of that speech honestly.))

((Let’s see here, I think I can round up some headcanons related to that. Once again, I went overboard so see below))

(( @arandomnerdsrp358 just in case you wanna see this too))

As Scott said in his speech, the first time Cassie brought her significant other [S.O.] home to meet him, he saw the look in her eye and realized she’s got it bad for them.

Their dating life was full of ups and downs, and Scott lost count how many times Cassie swapped between “I love them so much I can see me being with them forever” and “I can’t stand them I think we’re going to break up”.

The couple’s young and they’re figuring a lot of things out. It’s just part of relationships sometimes. But Scott rooted for them because he could see how happy they made each other and how they were made for each other.

The more the couple were together, the more that passionate flipflop in feelings subsided into comfort and familiarity and the need/want to be together.

Maggie seemed to know from the get-go Cassie would marry this one, but it was Scott who correctly called when [S.O.] would propose.

[S.O.] took Cassie to her favorite spot in a nearby park for a picnic. It’s quiet and peaceful with lots of beautiful trees that are in their summer prime, bright green and full. They go to watch the sunset, and when it got dark, that’s when [S.O.] popped the question. When Cassie said yes, the fairy lights [S.O.] hid in the trees came to life, making the moment magical.

[S.O.] may or may not have requested some help from Scott to make that work.

The couple decided they weren’t really big on long engagements. They know they’re it for each other so why wait forever and a day for the big day? They decided on a spring wedding which gave them and their families less than a year to get everything together. Which is a lot.

Scott thought his job would be pretty easy though. Help pay for the wedding and walk her down the aisle without ugly crying over it. Okay so maybe it wasn’t that easy but still. The less decisions he had to make, the better.

Cassie informing him about his speech was a surprise, but it wasn’t the biggest surprise she threw on him.

She asked him to sing.

“You want me to what?”

“Please, Daddy? I really love listening to you sing, and you’re better than you think you are. It would make me so very happy.”

Ohhhhh she pulled the Daddy card and used her puppy dog eyes. Instant KO.

So his job just got harder now because he’s not sure he can walk her down the aisle without crying, never mind sing in front of everybody at her wedding without crying.

She requested “Can’t Help Falling in Love With You” by Elvis Presley, and he could do it however he wanted. Play it off his phone, have someone play accompaniment for him, whatever. It just had to be that song.

So Scott being Scott and tending to go above and beyond for people he loves, he decided to do something special just for Cassie. And [S.O.] too but really just for Cassie.

He learned how to play an acoustic guitar. He can only play one song though, but one’s enough especially since he likes the drums better anyway.

Nobody knew what he was up to. Nobody. He didn’t let anybody watch him practice, and he managed to actually keep this a secret which is a big deal for him. Until it was time for sound checks for the ceremony, and Scott made sure to do his sound check before anyone else showed up so he could keep the surprise.

Hope and Maggie both tried to get him to crack. They obviously knew something was up. “You’re hiding something.” He just shrugged and offered his trademark smirk. “It better not be anything ridiculous, Scott.”

“I would never do anything ridiculous on Cassie’s big day. Well…not anything embarrassing anyway. If it falls under the ridiculous category, I guess we’ll have to wait and see if it does.”

His turn in the ceremony came right before the vows, and when he pulled the acoustic guitar out of hiding and started to play softly, Cassie gasped in pure shock.

Then he started to sing, and she started to cry. All good tears, I promise. No embarrassment here. Just love. Lots of love.

[clarissak18]

Jigoku 我的家

The radiation of Sunset shines to Keiko's face. It's 6.45 PM. After school club, seems normal for her right? Yet, she found herself covered in bruises. Her phone buzzing as new notifications of her club teacher searching for her.

In truth, she didn't attend her After School club.

She's busy listening to her classmates rambling about their problem. Her Best friends (Homura and Mihoko) need her for some counseling. And...well...

Let's just say she met her old school "friends." And they began to give her some uh..."greetings".

But even though all of that. Keiko still smiles. The soft dark purple haired still smile despite all of that. Because why?

"It’s much way peaceful than my house..."

Does her parents abuse her? Of course not, they love her. Her siblings? They love her too. Then why?

Is her house really feels like hell to the point that she's standing infront of the river like she does right now?

For some people might said...no.

But for her...it's quiet the opposite.

From her parents divorcing when she just turned 13, her big brother is an alcoholic, her sister is mentally unstable to the point she kills people, her mother relies on her to take care of the family even though, her mother is barely home.

She's given so much responsibilities.

So much that a 14 years old can't handle it much longer.

Her best friends tried to encourage her to stop from her addiction of 自傷. But instead of helping, it became quiet the opposite for her.

She knows. She knows it's wrong. But she just can't stop.

As she walks home, she stares at the bruises she had on her hand.

"What a bad coping mechanism..."

As she opens the door. The first smell of alcohol. Ah, her brother's home.

"Nii-san...have you eat anything?"

She asks. No answer.

Sigh..

She goes upstairs to her room.

Her brother threw a bottle at her. Ah, he's drunk.

Her sister suddenly in a rage and throw a scissors at her door that she luckily closes before she get stabbed.

Ah, she must be in her schizophrenic phase right now.

*tomorrow*

"Hey, Kei? I'm sorry for yesterday...I...threw a bottle...I didn't mean to I swear.." Haruto said as he opens her door.

"Nee-chan...I'm sorry too..."

"Kei, I'm sorry...." Mihoko, her best friend came to visit her.

"Yeah, me too...sorry for troubling you a lot." Homura also came to see her.

Everyone still wait infront of her door. Apologizing as if it would fix everything.

"Get. Out. I don't want to hear your pleas and sorry. I'm tired. I've had enough of you guys throwing your trash at me! Am I only capable as a trash bin for you!? Get. Out. Leave me alone!" With a snap, Keiko shooed them away.

"I'm sorry....I forgive you all...but....I'm really tired right now....please...give me a break..."

They left as they close her bedroom door.

"Why didn't you said so earlier? Why didn't you ask for help?" They might ask.

"I DID, BUT UNFORTUNATELY YOU GUYS JUST DON'T GET IT!" She would say.

My pranks are my way to ask for help..

I hate this house. Why Tou-san take a long time to go home? Why..? Why me? I may be sounds dramatic but who cares!?

「生きていたいよ」 「生きてたくないよ」

[dreamingofmoonshadows]

My home is tucked away between a paradise of coconut trees and groves of mangoes and bananas. My childhood memories are scented like the monsoons of our land - the ones that leave puddles in our courtyards and cooling winds behind.

Jasmines bloom around the courtyards and in crevices in the streets, hang over walls and showers into the roads in sweet smelling blossoms. My grand-aunt weaves them into gorgeous hair garlands, and tells us of a time when this was done by hand for weddings and festivals and when whimsy struck. I have seen a million jasmine wreaths, all lovely and set delicately for sale, but the ones she wove were ever unmatched.

Ours is a coastal town, and the sound of the roaring sea is as familiar to us as any lullaby. There is sand in our hair, me and my cousins, as we lie exhausted on the beach, watching the sun come up. We are spent, Kalari having taken every inch of our energy, muscles aching in that almost sweet exhaustion. It is summer, and the air will be warm soon. But the sun has not come up; we can exist in this infinite seconds without thoughts or words. Like this, we feel like the heroes of the 'Northern songs', tales as old as this town, and maybe older still.

In my memories, toned warm and golden by nostalgia, we are scrambling up the trees of neighboring houses, competitive and filled with gleeful pride. The temple is close, and we can hear the devotional songs - rhythmic, lovely songs in praise of the gods. A street away, the call to prayer rises from the mosque. They meld together just the same in the mornings, the sounds my mother wakes to. I would not know, pleasantly and deeply in the embrace of sleep.

Fear is absent from these memories. We learn to swim in the temple pond, and I glare at my father mutinously, warning him that never would I learn to swim if he threw me in like he did my sister. My sister, who has already declared that she would never come near the pond ever again. Weeks later, I am swimming already, and my sister is too. We are born in a coastal town; a river winds down across our house. Water is in our very blood. I think of the tales of how mermaids where only humans that chose to stay in the oceans, and I feel like I can understand; I would stay there forever too, if I could.

The festivals arrive with riotous joy, colours lining the streets and homes. I drape myself in traditional skirts, and braid jasmine wreaths into my hair, the white stark against the locks as black as night. My sister and my eldest cousin are tying a swing between two arecca palm, and he is teasing her for her height. It is Onam, and we sing songs as old as the land - songs of celebration, songs of victory, songs of welcome, songs of joy. It is Vishu, and the crackers are bright enough to light the night sky alight. We laugh as we set off firecrackers in competition with a house we cannot see. It is the temple festival, and we slip past the crowds and to the stalls, giggles muffled as we pore over the glit and glam of balloons and plastic toys and delicacies.

I went home a month ago. I had thought, perhaps, that nostalgia had sweetened those memories; but my home is as lovely as it is in my mind. The mangoes had ripened to sweet rot, the scent heavy in the air. The rains were coming, showers gently caressing the streets, heralding the days when the sky would darken from sunrise to sunset. I stood on the beach, watching the sun kiss the horizon, the birds flying home in impossibly lovely flocks. Far away, the temples and the mosques ready for prayer. I don't cry, but my heart settles, like it had not for so long now. This is what it must feel like, I think, This must be what they call peace.