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shimmersmuts · 10 months ago

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In the same game but different plays.

"Had anyone called you a bitch!" "Besides you, no." Mizu dryly said back.

The two females fall out had taken place only the previous night. They had travelled from midnight to dusk, and how Mizu could take the hard labour of the road- her companion's scornful mouth was of a bigger challenge.

Ringo had tried to keep the peace between the two woman but every time he speaks both of them, more then once, told him not to intervene.(Not suddle either.) He felt like a child traveling with his divorce parents.

Amari had been gagged twice, once so tight she almost died. She threatened to take her life if Mizu did not ungag her, which Mizu did consider a good option but Amari had something no one else has.. the identity and location of all the white men in japan.

"I'm tired, let's rest for now." Mizu stares up at the gloomy sky. A fierce thunderstorm was heading their way, and she knew they needed their strengthfor when it hits. Her companion's were grateful for the rest. Pour Ringo had been dragging the cart with Amari on it throughout the night.

The mountains had a dark cloud close to black. It frighten all three of them. It was only open road and heavy snow as far as the eye could see. If a storm hit they had no idea where they would find shelter from it. "I think we should hide in a cave. That strom will claim our lives." "I can't remember speaking was an option for you." Amari wanted to protest but her last fight with Mizu ended with a horrible bruise on her eye and forehead. She did not want to be knocked unconscious again.

Mizu gave Ringo order to watch over Amari as she will search for something for them to eat. "If she opens her mouth, cut her deep. I don't care where as long it's deep." The two ladies scornfully glared at each other but even though Amari was tied down, she was bloodthirsty for Mizu.

She will get her fair share of justice.

Mizu went to find any animal or any form of food. It was the deep winter she knew the odds were against her in finding growing food, but hopefully a animal would lurk in the forest.. even though the forest looked deserted from all inhabitants.

Amari stared at the big gaint Ringo for moments on end and it made the 'dumblingman, ('as she had called him a few times,) extremely nervous. "Would you quiet staring!" He dropped the fire wood he had gathered. Amari rolled her vibrant hazel eyes at him.

Her stare alone could make men pee she knew but what did the giant expect her to do? She was tied up against a tree with only him as entertainment. "Does my gaze make you uncomfortable?" "Yes, as it makes everyone uncomfortable!" He bluntly explained but it made her chuckle.

A small sense of amusement filled her heart in knowing she still had some effect on those around her. Captive or not.

Amari found his discomfort as appealing as sugar to a child. "Sorry dumplingman, did not think you could feel." "Of course I can feel!" "Your traveling with a demon, what did you expect me to think!" She wrathfully screamed but to her great surprise Ringo took a knife and cut her upper arm.

Amari winch of the pain but doesn't scream, only again scornfully stared at the man. "Now be silent or the next cut will be your throat!" Ringo left her to restart the fire.

Amari stared at the dark cloud again. She first hand knew how bad a storm so deep west could get. Even thought Amari did not want to she had to try another approach. Small fake tears went down her cheeks. She sobs softly and tried to hide her tears but Ringo saw and his soft heart could not ignore the surprise display of emotion. "Are you crying?" "NO!"

Ringo sees her once harden features now softer than snow itself. Amari had mastered the art of impression and perception. She looked like a delicate flower even bruise and hurt. Her sharp eyes now shimmering. Her dark copper hair, in many soft curls and that delicate face so angelic it could bring armies to their knees.

Ringo softly bended in front of her and asked why she was sorrowful but Amari told him to leave, knowing he would refuse. "Please, I don't like seeing people cry." He gave a soft smile. "My master will have my head, I just know this. He gave me a week to kill your master and it's been 8 days already. He will send someone for us all.. and I pay the dearest prize." Her long bangs she used to hide her face.

Amari sobs were fake but seemed so real. It was hard to see someone like this for Ringo. She had bruises, many bruises. Mizu did not hold back when she and Amari fought. Even though Amari wasn't as near in the same level of strength then Mizu.

"I'm sorry, but my master will protect you. All of us. Master is a excellent warrior, had not been defeated." "Your master may be called a demon but she's as much woman as me. Fowler's army is thousand on thousand. Regardless what you believe she will die, so will you and so will I." And for the first time Amari's words were actually not hollow.

For 10 years Amari had been Fowler's prisoner. She first hand knows how ruthless and cruel he could be. The only reason he kept her alive was cause of her pretty face. How sickening it sound he thought her in the art of seduction when she was barely a girl. She learned to play and manipulate man by him and had to perfect the art for almost 6 years now. Amari never want to work for him but when she tried to runaway he always found her and beat her senseless for weeks until she could barely walk or breath. She remembers the cold winters she was tied outside bare naked, with nothing to eat. How the man pissed on her, beated her and used her as less than a human. She was only 11 then.

Amari knew Ringo was a simple mind, there was no use in lying to him. "Run Dumplinman, ran as fast and as far as you can. Leave your master and me. Your master's faith is already design but you could be spared." "And you?" "What about me?" "What about your faith?" "My faith is what my lord decides." She withdrawn from him completely with those words.

Seeing someone defeated and hopeles.. were there anything to say?

Ringo decide to take off his coat and cloak it around Amari. He than continued with the food in silence but does say one thing when he offered her a plate at the end. "You could redesign your own faith, as my master did hers." The faith Ringo had in Mizu was honorable. Amari couldn't understand why he was so content with an doom cause but did admire his believe and warmth. His person was a rarity.

Mizu had been gone for over a few hours but was in no rush to return to the two most annoying people she had ever met. Ringo spoke too often and of the most useless but thoughtful things, but Amari spoke to just get under people's skin.. which she usually got right.

She had found a hot springs and decided to take a moment to rest and relax. The hot water was more than enough for her achying muscles and bruise body. The stapped wound Amari had gave her was the most painful, no one had stabbed her almost clean through with a blunt knife.

Mizu thinks of how she met Amari over a few days ago. Amari came across so delicate and innocent. Soft spoken, meekly and gentle natured. How a Huge mislay it was to her true lioness ways.

Everyone knew of the temptress priestess. A woman that had made army crumble without ever having to take a knife. She only turn all the man against each other until they killed themselves like beserked beast . They would hungrily do as she said like she was some genie in a bottle. Like she beable to grant their deepest, darkest wishes..

even though those wishes were usually what she had between her legs.

Mizu met Amari at madam Kaji's brothel. She claimed to had been a traveler, looking for a place to stay where man could not find her. 'A innocent girl walking into a brothel and all the man preying on her naiveness.' Of course the blue eyed Samurai would protect her, and of course tell her to leave but also would want to keep her save. "She is a evil genius." Mizu soaked deeper into the hot springs.

Mizu wasn't someone that would openly protect someone but Amari knows how to bring out that side of a person. The girl's trick was not limited to men, for Mizu was not one, even though Amari did not know that at the time.

Amari would pretend not to know how to read, getting Mizu to teach her. She would pretend not to know any better about life getting Mizu to aid her every whim. She was so clever, so deceitful.. but Mizu had to wonder was it all deceit?

At times she did see Amari's true nature. When she seduced the gatekeeper to let them in, even though they did not have passes nor did they except money. When she would tell Mizu that kindness is for those who had a easy life, not for those who life wasn't their own. Even when the two rubbed each other's feet and spoke for 2 hours like best friends. But that had to be fake cause after their talk Amari tried to kill her.

Mizu felt foolish. She should've known better than to trust someone again. Her mother, husband and anyone close and dear to her had betrayed her. Only swordfather and Ringo could she trust.. she hoped.

Mizu let her long dark hair rest in the warm hot spring, the water was a complete bliss until she felt a unsteady wave enter into the pool. There she was now also naked, getting into the spring- Mizu's prisoner. "How- how did you get free!" Mizu pulled her sword and pointed it at Amari's neck. She was stunt Amari had escaped and found her.

Amari, naked and bored, looked up at Mizu like she was a stranger blocking her summer sun. "Unless you gonna cut me down, I suggest you to get into the water and have a conversation with me like civil humans" "Why would I do that?" "Cause you said once we were friends, and when you said it I believed you." There those eyes go again.

Whatever Amari had no one else had. She could manipulate you with her eyes alone. Someway always get the right amongt of light in them that made her seem so alluring, it turn minds weak.

But Mizu wasn't going to fall for that again. "We are not friends." She pushed the blade hard against Amari's neck. It was a small cut to make blood run. Amari open her side eye, in the direction of Mizu. "We not? Than this makes it easier!" She splashed a great amount of hot water into Mizu's direction.

The hot water cause a distraction for Amari enough to kick the sword out of Mizu's hand and tackle her to the ground. The two rolled back and forth on one another until Amari had the upper hand and pinned Mizu to the ground.

Mizu had a whole lot of Amari's breast now in her face, before reaching eye level. The whole interaction had Mizu uncomfortable. She was stronger than Amari but not as confident in her naked body to pin the smalled and short build woman down. Amari had a glorious hourglass figure. Breast as big as coconuts, snatched waist and wide hips. No body hair, her copper hair now wet and curler than before. She was a vision in her glory and Mizu couldn't help but notice it.

Mizu blushed, looking up above Amari, instead of what she had seen. "Get off me." "Your strong enough to push me off, so why don't you?" Amaru taunts. Mizu does try but then Amari pulled a knife from beneath a rock. She held it to her throat, freezing Mizu where she laid.

Amari smiled at her small win, finally bested the samurai.

Amari sees Mizu's blush cheeks, she found it sweet and wonder if it was cause of their nudity or for the fact of the hot springs heat still rushing through her body.

"Ringo? Where is he!" Amari rolled her eyes. "He's fine. I told him some sob story and stole his knife. He's sleeping right now. I did nothing to him, only escaped." She swore.

Mizu felt a bit at ease hearing this. "You did not kill him?" "I don't kill innocent." Amari reassure.

Amari sees Mizu's fair skin, dark hair and tall athletic body. Her breast weren't as big as her own but now hard and scrunch up they seem supple.. extremely firm and round.

Mizu sees the on going stare of Amari and quickly pinned the girl down. Now on top, knife thrown away, and completely at Mizu's mercy.

Amari could have now a better view of Mizu. Her small but full mouth, slender cheeks and rounded eyes. Mizu had so many feminine features especially her perfect long legs.. how did Amari never noticed them in the time of her seduction at the brothel. No idiot could mistake Mizu for a men but she did.

"Master master!" Ringo called out from the distant. The boy had awaken and had gone to find Amari. The girl sure just escape but tied him up but it seems he found his way out of the ropes. Ringo sees the two female at the springs, Mizu pinning Amari down.

He blushed at the sight of them but also found the interlink extremely attractive. "Master the prisoner-" "I have her. Pack up camp, we are moving." The rain than started to pour.

Ringo heads back to follow out his orders as Mizu tied up Amari again, with one of her fabrics from her komono. She then threw the girl into the water. Amari tried to keep her face above water regardless if her feet and hands were now tied up. A perfect trap for someone like her.

Amari kept kicking. Just trying to keep her mouth above the water. Her legs the only strength she had. She find her footing on an rock inside the boarder of the springs. Amari sees Mizu's backside turned to her and couldn't help but stare. Back muscles, strong legs, firm bum.. how perfect Mizu was build.

Amari became flushed, knowing this was now the second time she gawked at her enemy..

She felt shame and knew she couldn't do such a thing again. Fowler will have them killed.

Mizu than pulled Amari out of the water when she was near drowning. Amari coughed up much water before being able to breathe normal again. Mizu doesn't give her a second and instead dressed the girl for her. The interaction for both were uncomfortable but yet alluring.

Mizu ties Amari's kimono around her body, tucking away her soft breast inside. Her palm lightly touching Amari's plump round breast. Mizu gulps and Amari noticed this. Even though it was forbidden she was grateful the attraction wasn't one-sided.

Mizu pulled Amari's stocking up her legs and hips, seeing small glimpse of her flower. Her cheeks became even more flushed and it has Amari smirking. "I take you like what you see?" Amari tease but Mizu gave a dead palm stare. "Don't flatter yourself." "I don't need too, your breath says it all." Mizu didn't even realise how intense her breath had become.

She felt embarrassed and looked away, demanding that Amari should stop her game. "We both know our lives is no game!" "But yet you act like a fool." They go back to camp, where it had already started to pour down. Light thunder could be heard from where they stood.

Ringo was trying to hide under a tree but the rain founded the big man from every angle. "We need to move further West, that's where Fowler is." "We will die in this storm. We need a place to stay for the night." Amari protested but Mizu reminds she had no say in the matter. "Excuse me for giving some common senses." Mizu doesn't reply instesd used a apple and stuffed it in Amari's mouth.

Thunder than struct and it was near the mountian they were heading. A chaotic wind blows threw them, each of them feeling the cold in their bones. "Master, I think she's right. We won't be able to travel with her tied up and all our things in this rain." More thunder struct.

Relentless Mizu agree. She knew if she was alone she would had gone forward but she has weak people with her, she needed to think of then aswell. "Fine, let's look for a place to spend the night." "I see your using common senses." Another obnoxious voice stated from behind.

Mizu sees a figure in the distance and quickly drew her sword. Before blood shed could accure the man showed open arms and took off his hood, revealing Teigan of all people.

"Taigen?" "In the flesh, even though you left me for death." He dryly applies. He was still upset for Mizu knocking him out and leaving him in the forest, denying his duel. But he had found them even if it took several days.

Ringo was happy to know Teigan was okay and in some way Mizu was too but not as much. "I said I have a mission." "Well so do I. So again, I wait till you finish you quest. Making sure no one kills you but me." He blunted stated.

Taigen picks up Amari's bag and umbrella, using it to protect only himself from the rain. "This way, there's a small inn near here I know of. We can make it within a hour if we head through here." He start leading the group and they all follow.

Amari hated Teigan using her umbrella as she was being carried like a potato sack over Ringo's shoulder but she was also grateful for him using it. He will be knocked out from the powder soon.

The four reach the inn in a small abandoned town. Taigen alone tried to book them a place but the keeper denies this and tell him to leave. "I had been resting here for years?" "And for years you had also broken everything with your whores. Go to a brothel and spend the night there." The old man rudely chase him away.

The next to try to book a place was Mizu but regardless how much she offered to pay the man wouldn't allow them to enter. "Taigen is not welcome here!" Mizu angry left the Inn and asked Teigan to apologize to the keeper but he refuses. "What did you even do?" "I use to spend nights with girls on my travel here. They were passionate and wild, the most of them. The Inn Keeper had to redo the rooms everytime I left." He gloated.

Mizu than told him he was a savage and shuffed him for his incompetence. This made Teigan feel some offense and ready to fight, duel or just a few needed punches. The two were ready to brawl but Ringo pulled them apart before blows could be given. "You two wanna fight right now? We are soaked to the bones and have no place to sleep or eat!" He scolded the two for the first time.

Amari, left to sit in filthy mud and dirt, looked at her companions and wonder how the gods could had stuck her with such meat heads. She tried to speak threw her rag, getting the attention of the group. Ringo takes her rag off and she could finally spit out the piece of the apple that was stuck in her mouth. "You all are idiots!" Were the first words she decided to announce.

Of course this offended Teigan but Ringo and Mizu had grew accustomed to her insults. She had been calling them Dumplingman and royal bitch for days now.. idiots was in a way a refreshments to the cliche insults.

"Untie me and let me talk to the man. I can get us in." "I rather die." Mizu gave a skeptical glare. Amari doesn't allow this to effect her though. "This is my skill level, princess. I can get him to do as I want." "That's why I don't trust you." "Princess? I guess we all think your delicate." Teigan gloated by Mizu. Mizu only gave him a hard shuff to the back again.

Amari than realise she was one of the rare few in the inner circle to knew that Mizu was female. She wonder if she could use this to her advantage in anyway.

Amari stared at Mizu directly as she spoke, knowing she was the one to convince. "You may not trust me but I have the skill set for the problem at hand. It's or sleep in the rain and get sick, or trust your enemy for a second so BOTH could benefit." Mizu doesn't answer and instead untied Amari. Both Ringo and Mizu giving her skeptical gazes. "You stay near me at all times or else." Mizu warned finally but Amari seemed happy with the arrangement. (A little too happy.)

The gang than walked to the Inn as the Inn Keeper was mopping the pool of water the two previously had left behind. He grew upset seeing them again entering and chase them away but Amari than step between him and them. "I'm sorry sir, forgive me please. My companions only did what they believed was best." She gave him a wholesone smile.

Seeing her rosy lips and cheeks, fair skin and deadly gorgeous eyes, the man couldn't function. Even wet and dirty Amari was a vision. "It's okay my dear, not your fault at all." She gave him a kind smile. She grabbed the man's hand, making soft circles on them. Soothing him in a way he would never imagine. "Sir, we had travel far and this storm outside had taken us greatly off course. Tomorrow it's my wedding day and as a young bride I could never arrive at my new home sick and disformed. My family is very pour, we have only a little money to pay for this Inn. If you could aid a young bride to be, I would be internally grateful." She showed off her limited used, dimple smile.

It doesn't take Amari much and the man open his inn to them. He welcome them all and asked them if they need anything. "A hot bath for all four of us, my brothers and I sure would like to be warm." A innocent smile this time and the man was like her puppet.

He wanted Amari and the gang to have the best of comfort. "A bride like you should be treated like a goddess." He quickly handed her a towel to clean herself up.

The man then handed the keys to Amari which Mizu takes from her. "My sister stays with me, her virtue is my protection." Mizu stated. The man only nodded, understanding a protective brother.

Amari was tired of Muzi by now but had to keep the act for the group. She did not want to sleep in the rain nor change her lie. A simple lie is the best lie.

Mizu and Amari got the masters bedroom which included a dining and sitting area. Ringo and Teigan got a secondary room that were linked enter to Mizu's room. The Inn keepers family started with a bath where they comb Amari's long hair, did her nails and treated her as royalty. Mizu was only there to stare at her prisoner's luxury treatment.

Amari speaks to the Inn Keepers wife that tells her everything on how great marriage will be and how Amari must behave on her wedding night. The two bond over the subject fondly.

Mizu sees Amari's nipples expose once more. Pink, round and hard. Mizu had never felt this way about a girl and the more she sees Amari's body and power over people, even if she doesn't like it, she admires it. Amari was strong, sensual and very alluring. Something about her could just hold your attention.

Teigan had entered the room and sees Mizu gawking at Amari, teasing at him for it. "So you have a boner for your prisoner." Were his loud obnoxious words. Mizu gave a simple side glare. She had, had enough of motor mouths for the day. "I don't have a boner for her." She said offensive but cause of this Teigan knew he was right.

He tried to take a peak at Amari but Muzi showed him away, demanding he leaves the room. "She's not a side show for you to gawk about." "But it's okay when you do it?" They go back at forth with another with Amari seeing the scene but not breaking her smile or focus from the nice lady.

Amari than sees Teigan trying to provoke Mizu rapidly and tries to intervene, dismissing the lady. She than pours her a glass and offers it to the both of them. They see her leg hunginy out of the tub with her long hair in several messy curls,almost like she had the best sex of her life.

"Teigan, would you like to join me? You and Mizu?." She teases. Muzi of course knew she couldn't leave the two alone. Amari would have her way with Teigan in seconds and escape. But Teigan, no shame or hesitation, got out of his robes. His naked glory were on display for the both of the ladies and only one dared to look. Amari found him handsome, he surely had a warrior's build and truly had nothing to be ashamed about.

Amari hands the cup to Teigan and offers him to enter the bath but Mizu tells them the act was inappropriate. "Don't forget we are pretending to be siblings. The Inn keepers will-" "Will what? They are wrapped around her finger. We have nothing to worry about." Teigan challeng. Amari doesn't deny or agree, only glad someone more like her had been added to the team.

She states this and cheers to the man, allowing him to put his legs in the tub. "C'mon Mizu, show what you have to offer or is what they say about a white man's dinger true?" Teigan mocked.

Amari gave a hardy laugh but in truth did not find the subject amusing, but she couldn't show it. Being vindictive was too important for her image. "Yea Mizu, at the springs I already saw you. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I bet Teigan will be more impress than me." She took along gulp of her red wine.

Amari's cheeks had become even more flushed. Her wet hair sticking to her cheeks and her fair skin desirable in the water. Mizu was aroused but she shouldn't had been. She looked at Amari.. not understanding if she wanted to drown her or throw her on the bed. 'Was pretending to be a man effecting her sexaulity? For not so long ago she even felt a desire for Teigan and now all his glory met her eyes. Both of the most sexual appealing people she had met was now in display and looking truly welcoming.

Amari decided to leave the tub and with slow gawking steps went to Mizu. "I know you like him and I know you have a lot to hide, but this is a moment without shame. You can be your true self between us." She carefully whisper in her ear.

Teigan watches Amari's back, who was round like he likes it. He felt shame for not even considering Akeni at this moment but later that will be on his mind. Now he wanted the temptress priestess.

Amari slowly unroped Mizu but Mizu quickly grapped her wrist and pinned her down against the wall. Amari, unhappy, glared at Mizu violently. "You really know how to suck the fun out of everything." Mizu continues to pin Amari's one wirst against the wall, also unhappy with Amari's actions.

Mizu could understand Amari knew Teigan didn't know of her true identity. Mizu also knew that Amari was trying to make her uncomfortable on purpose. How she had gotten to know Amari, the only reason Amari has done it was cause she likes it. She liked the drama, to get under someone's skin, especially Mizu's.

"God, it must be tiring to be so broken inside!" Mizu rudely commented. This cut Amari and with her free hand she tried to slap Mizu but again caught and now both hands pinned against the wall. Amari planned for it and kicked Mizu off of her.

Mizu falls to the ground and rolls to her feet again as Amari grabbed a oil lamp and lunged at Mizu. The girls threw back and forth quick shots as Amari tried to get one good hit. But Mizu easy and swiftly kept evading. Only when Amari lost her form did Mizu give on strike, a sweeper kick that send Amari to the floor again.

Teigan dumbfoundly sees as the two went back and forth, not knowing to intervene or enjoy the show. He decided with the second one.. he too liked getting under Mizu's skin.

Amari kicks Mizu's feet from under her and it send Mizu for the first time to fall on the coach Amari was, but on Amari aswell. They both looses their breathe on the impact. Mizu turns off of Amari and onto her back, giving Amari enough time to choke her.

Mizu doesn't struggle to break free from her weak arms and throws Amari back on her backside, getting on top and pinning both legs and arms down. "Give it a rest! You never beat me in a fair fight." Mizu warned.

Amari stared up at Mizu. Tension filled the room with the two females. Amari's passion warm Hazel eyes meeting Mizu's cold, determined blue eyes. Their breathe heaves heavily as one. Both angry, both intense.. Teigan had lost all focus of amusement and instead felt like a third wheel. Their fight had more sexual passion than what he has given to any woman.

"You say I'm broken but at least I feel, blue eye demon!" Amari spat in Mizu's face. Mizu takes a deep breathe, angry but knows aswell it all is pointless. They both had hurt each other.. extremely deeply.

"Well, I think that's enough." Teigan had pulled his golden rope on before he pulled Mizu off of Amari. He told both of them to keep their cool. "You fight like snakes, your entanglement seems confusing. I don't know if you wanna fuck each or kill." "KILL" Both applied simultaneously.

Teigan stared back at the two.. they had no idea how alike they were he realise. "I'm not so sure. But this love affair shall not be the death of me. You owe me a duel, tomorrow at dawn we fight. Last man walks away." Teigan reminds Mizu.

Mizu couldn't believe he still was on the matter of their duel. "I said at the second of autumn. I still have three to kill." "Which you won't succeed in." Amari adds her side note but neither made a comment. "I can't wait that long to regain my honor by then Akeni-" "Who you had abandoned and would just now cheated on. What about her? You clearly don't care about her." "That's not true! I love her-" "No, I agree with that at least. If you love her you wouldn't had been desiring me." She took the bottle he was drinking and went to the bed.

Mizu gave a wondering stare at Amari but the girl seemed again unintrested, like seconds ago they weren't fighting.

"You too will kill each other." Teigan took a sip of the glass Amari had left in his hand. Within second the man who was ready to regain his honor had hit the tub and then the floor. Mizu looked at the scene in horror but Amari still seemed none bother. "It finally happened." She shook her head.

Mizu checked on Teigan to see if he was fine. Her heart went in ease realising he was still breathing. "What did you do to him?" Mizu demanded to know but Amari rolled her eyes, emptied her bottle and calmly went to the door. Just as expected the lady of the inn had brought her towels. Amari thanked her and told the lady she was ready to sleep now, her brothers wants to have an important conversation with her.

The lady thought it would be the 12/20 rule and so left the two, for she couldn't see Teigan. Mizu demanded again to know what happened but Amari assured her Tiegan was only asleep. "Why did he past out then?" "It's what happened when you mix the hormone powder of the Ravlon plant with wine. You fall in a deep sleep." She then set the towels under his head.

"But he never had the plant near him." "Oh my goodness Mizu, let it go." "No!" Amari grunted but explained her umbrella was made of the plant and it had a apartment instore into it. When a person open the umbrella they breathes in all the plant powered and when they have wine later or after a few hours they fall in a sudden deep sleep. "He won't die?" "No, he only used the umbrella once. You need to at least use it for a few days to die." "But you use it." Amari doesn't answer her this time.

That's a deep scar of her past she doesn't want to answer. "He will sleep till morning, but that knock was hard so it might belonger. He will survive I assure though. He's too stubborn on your duel to die."

Amari had finally gotten dress in her pink gown. She asked Mizu if she would like to bathe but Mizu denies this. "You were in the cold rain with us. The water is still hot and now no one will harress you." "But your still here." Amari smirked at the comment.

The two definitely had chemistry.

"No man will harres you." Thunder then struck again and Amari got Ringo to take Teigan to his bed. "I wish you two sweet dreams." "Your such a sweet gaint." Amari smiled. She could've hurt Ringo when he was alseep but never does, he wasn't like other men.

Mizu with Tiegan and Ringo gone finally took a bathe, and as Amari claimed the water was still warm. Amari sees the bruises on Mizu's body especially her cut on Mizu's shoulder, it will definitely leave a scar.

Mizu had turned her back to Amari but was aware the girl could try to strangle her at any moment but Amari stated she was tired and wanted to rest, which she had done. Hours past and only when the storm was restless did Amari wake.

Mizu was still in the bath which Amari knew had gone cold by now. "Your not asleep yet?" Mizu came out of her meditation and hears the soft voice of Amari behind her. "No." Amari asked if Muzi wasn't cold yet but she reassured she had already water boiling on the fire.

Amari offers to pour the water into the tub which made Mizu suspicious. "I won't attack you. If I flee now I will have to travel in this storm." More thubder struck and the rain was heavily falling like bolders. Amari wasn't build to survive a storm like that nor if she had to take Mizu's body.

Amari doesn't wait for an apply and instead pour the water into the tub for Mizu. She added a few oils and lidt more candals. The room was warm from the fire, the aroma of cherry blossoms and lavender filing the air. The room was so steamy that they could barely see each other.

Amari was like a ghost in the mist. Her movement still delicated as she aidded Mizu. She poured more water and this time her cleavage showed profoundly, catching the sharp and striking eyes of Mizu.

Mizu never knew what to expect from Amari. One second she's helpful and the next she tries to attack her. The one thing she knew about Amari she was set on her goals, ragardless if she fails she keeps trying. "Lay back, I want to massage your head." Mizu still suspicious relaxs her head against the water before Amari started massaging it and pouring warm water over her head. Her touch against Mizu was soft, soothing. She couldn't even remember if her mother took soft care of her as a child.

Amari sees Mizu's long legs not fitting in the tub. Her body was covered in oils and water but her silhouette could be seen through it. Mizu was beautiful, stunning and so so desirable for the girl. Amari had to cross her legs as she felt her dirty mind think unspeakable thoughts. 'Not again.'

Mizu asked Amari what she was thinking but Amari only tells her to relax. She deep scrubs into Mizu's head, down her neck and massages her shoulders but instead of relax Mizu flinched in pain. "The cut, please be gentle." Amari sees the destruction she caused on Mizu. "I'm really sorry about that." "To cut me or betraying me?" The sweet moment passes.

Amari could defend herself but the days she spend with Mizu she too enjoyed. Mizu wasn't like the demon she thought she was. The stories Amari heard of Mizu was she was a cold half blood murder. Amari thought Fowler had send her off to finally get her killed but instead Mizu had a strength complexity. She was kinder than what she expected.

Throughout her act Mizu showed patient, with her and Ringo who Amari knew wasn't how Mizu would usually be. She didn't come across as patient. When Mizu killed the mute and deft girl of madam Kanji, she saw Mizu showed remorses. Mizu could had fled but instead defend madam Kanji and her brothel, killing 500 men. Mizu was a warrior, she was honorable.. she wasn't a white demon like people made her out to be.

Amari felt shame for her actions but she had no choice. "Mizu I am sorry, for cutting you and tricking you but please understand I had no choice." She said softly, fearful.

Mizu could tell Amari was haunted by something. Mizu took Amari's hand and ledt her to the side of the bath. Undressing her and inviting her into the tub. "You want me to bathe with you?" Mizu nodded at her.

The girl slowly undresses Amari again. Mizu stood tall against Amari, her body like a soldier but so much better for her curves and edges that made Amari wetter and wetter by sight. The girl's nipples went hard and when Mizu's not so gentle touch pulled the kimono from her chest, exposing her well ripped breast.. she had to make her hands double touch her hard nipples.. Mizu had to feel them.

Amari became breathless by the touch, her legs now harder pressing against each other, hiding her desire. When Mizu threw Amari's robe from her body, she saw the wetness and did not know how to respond. She let her hands run over Amari's hip, her waist.. her bum.. how she was so firmly but curvey build. It was a body worth going into war for.

How much Mizu wanted Amari she felt something holding her back. "Forgive me Amari, I-" Amari shushes her.

The moment for both was intense and instead of giving an answer Amari took Mizu's hand and let her touch her secret place. Mizu was surprised to know Amari was as wet as her. "Amari?" "You have nothing to be ashamed about. I feel what you feel." Amari reassure. Mizu had never been with a woman, and only been with one man. Amari somehow knew this by how ashamed Mizu seemed.. a shame that matched her own.

Instead of letting the shame and the unknown get the two girls, Amari decided she won't let the opportunity escape her. Even when she thought Mizu was a men. Her desire to kiss her then was also real. Amari entwined her and Mizu's hands, slowly started to kiss her neck and went down her chest. Mizu did not fight it, nor deny it. If Amark will grab a knife and stap her in a few minutes then it may happen but Amari's warm breathe against her skin was a feeling she couldn't deny herself anymore.

Amari touches Mizu's breast, squeezing them gently. Kissing her nipples, liking her edge until Mizu chest started heaving so much and fast her body became warmer than the fire that lidt the room. Mizu closes her eyes, taking in Amari's hot touch on her skin. It felt like knives sticking her.. but in a way that felt so good. The tension between the two were sharp and needed to be cut.

Amari worked down Mizu's body till she reached her warm, soft pussy. Amari let her tongue play with Mizu's clit, a sensation Mizu never knew went across her chest, down her spine and up her toes. Amari wanted her pussy so badly, and with her mouth showed it. Her tongue did not spare to explore every part of Mizu's inside. How good Mizu tasted.. it was a drug Amari couldn't get enough of. Her wet pussy giving so much juice it went down Amari's mouth, Mizu's tigh. Amari loved how much desire was showed by Mizu by her display of her juices.. a euphoric sensation took her. The tip of her tongue graceful parting her pussy.. teasing her so much and sucking sweetly by passionate her clit.

Muzi wanted to fight a moan, Amari was just to skilled in this. It made Muzi somewhat nervous but Amari could tell. She pulled away from Mizu, a stop Mizu did not want to happen.

Amari rises again, entwining her hands with Mizu again. "Don't think, let your body do what it must. What happens here stays betweeen us." Amari tucked some of Mizu's hair behind her ear again. There was something nore genuine to Amari which Mizu found confort in. Her desire was still there Amari could tell but she didn't want a stiff interaction with Mizu. They both wanted this and deserved it, Amari wanted to make this special for them.

Mizu nopped, trusting Amari for once. Amari kissed her neck again softly biting it and it made Mizu moaned. She wanted to touch Amari but did not know where. Amari sucks on the swet skin of Mizu, feeling her breast before her hand reach Mizu's now dripping pussy. Amari loved how wet Mizu was for her.. she wanted to bring Mizu to her edge. Sooner than later. The warrior will have several rounds tonight.. the first one will be innocent fun.

Amari for the first time entered Mizu's tight pussy. How sweet her fingers felt in her folds. Mizu was warm and the smallest touch made her toes curl. Amari goes in and out, slowly at first but the quicker she went the deep her finger were. Mizu didn't even know some of the parts Amari reached exsisted inside of her. Amari felt het hand wet, dripping.. how she longed for those juices now but seeing how Mizu was enjoying herself.. it made her pussy vibrate and hungry with desire.

"Say my name Mizu." "What?". "I want you to say my name." Mizu doesn't argue and instead moaned Amari's name as she wished. The harder and more she moaned, the better it felt when Amari was inside of her. Amari thought about fisting Mizu, but her pussy was so tight and warm.. she didn't want to ruin it. She instead used her thumb to play with Mizu's clit as three of her fingers entered.

Mizu had to grab onto Amari, her hand wanted to play with Amari's pussy so badly but her knees became weak with the sensation. She couldn't think avout anything than how good Amari felt inside of her. Muzi begs that Amari would go faster, a bit harder. Amari liked how she was getting mlre vocan and onto there fun.

With her last pinky finger Amari enters Mizu and now Mizu had to hold onto Amari's shoulders. Amari went deeper and deeper, close to fisting but not so rough. Mizu moaned harder and harder, chanting Amari now. Amari kissed her mouth hungrily, her tongue now also invading Muzi. Muzi couldn't stay by buy open her legs more and allowed her tongue to play with Amari's. Their mouth dripped from slobby but tasteful kisses. Amari pulled Mizu even closer, her pussing now spreaded to her.

Amari wanted to make Mizu cum and so had to pull away from her soft lips but both their mouths now swollen of how rough they kissed each other. Hunginy Amari went back to Mizu's neck, biting and sucking.. tears now overwhelming Mizu's eyes of the pleasure.

Mizu was near climax, Amari knew. She leaves the wonderful neck of Mizu and went back down to her pussy. She will cum nowhere else than Amari's mouth.

Amari takes Mizu's leg over her shoulder and deep with her tongue and finger entered the warrior. The rain was hitting hard the windows, the steam now even more from their bodies and bath. But the passion and hunger between the two was more than the electric storm oustide.

Mizu moaned, grabbed onto Amari's hair. Her body was taking way too much. The warm bath had made her clit so much sensitive and Amari wasn't playing around. That woman knew how to lick, to suck and to take Mizu like she was there before but in truth.. Amari was addicted to the deliciousness of Mizu's pussy juice. A necture so sweet she wanted it all. Amari's hot breathe alone against Mizu swollen and sensitive pussy was alone enough to make her moan but that skillful tongue.. Mizu wanted to pass out of how good Amari was playing with her warm insides.

Amari licked all her walls, softly sucked her clit and then spit in it to let her finger fill her once again, sucking her clit so damn good Mizu needed to cum or she pass out. Her body was shaking of how overwhelmed Amari made her feel.

Amari opens her lips more, parting Mizu's pussy like no dick has ever before. Mizu wanted to asked her to stop but Amari's finger reentered and her mouth still sucked and and tongue still played with her clit.

Tears overwhelmed Mizu as she reached climax.. the passion was just too good. And as Amari wanted Mizu cum so hard.. she squirted all over Amari's mouth.

When Mizu finished she saw stars. She could barely stand and had to fall back in the bath. Amari stood up satisfied. Mizu looked destroyed, all the air in her gone.

Mizu slightly open her eyes to see her cum dripping from Amari's mouth. And as a normal person would wipe it off Amari licked it all up. She declared she wanted more. "Never tasted pussy juice so good." Amari than got into the tub and onto Mizu.

The two had only once shared a kiss. A few nights after they met. Amari kissed Mizu when she thought she was asleep but Mizu wasn't. Mizu kissed back and Amari never even knew.

Amari grabbed Mizu by her jaw and kissed the girl passionately. Mizu was still overwhelmed from her orgasm but she too couldn't get enough of Amari. Her senses shaked violently from what she experienced but she fought threw.. she wanted more of Amari. She NEEDED more of Aamei.

Mizu kissed back, her tongue entering Amari's mouth and taking in her own juices. Amari liked how dirty Mizu could get. Their tongues went back and forth, Mizu pulleding Amari even closer to her as if their bodies could become one.. which she wish they would.

Mizu held Amari strong against her body, her hand now reaching down to feel Amari too. Mizu expected Amari to be loose but to her surprise her pussy was so tight her fingers had trouble getting inside. "Your still a virgin?" Mizu had to asked. Amari smirked, just taking Mizu's hand and guiding her safely inside of her. "I don't do men." She hungrily kissed Mizu again.

The two went back and forth all night, until the bath fell over on how they were fucking. They did not stop though. Amari would spread Mizu's legs apart, until their pussy were rubbing against each other. A good sensation neither actually new but how wet their were both new it felt good. Mizu would grabbed Amari's hand and entwined their fingers, a support as they pussy fucked each other so hard.. the climax reaching Amari and letting her cum hard against Mizu's pussy. The quick study that Mizu is though, she threw Amari back and licked her pussy good.

Amari wanted to beg Mizu to not stop but her body couldn't take how good Mizu made her feel especially after she just came. Mizu loved how tight Amari was but needed it to spread for her. She sees a banana on the table and without asking Amari enter her. Amari toes curl of how painful but good it felt. "Now I wanna please you more." Mizu carefully started to fuck Amari with the banana as her fingers played deeply with her clit. Amari will remember her, her pussy will remember her. Mizu wanted Amari's pussy all to herself.. fucking it until Amari tells her its only her's.

They went several rounds that night until both past out from exhaustion. In the end they couldn't speak of how tired they felt but dangg did they also feel good and alive. Their bodies vibrating with pleasure.

When morning came the two were past out on the bed. 18 times they went the previous night and anyone who was inside the inn heard their moans. Amari and Muzi spared no expense. In the tub, against the wall, on the floor.. the room were in pieces after them.. features still in the sky of how much fun and passion the girls had. Pillows were ripper, coaches opened by their nails as they held onto as the other fucked them raw. The night was a night that no one would ever forget. No one in that inn fucked so good and passionate like those two.

When Mizu woke she was holding Amari. Amari laid safely in Mizu's arms, small and nuzzled against her chest. Mizu did not drink but after the night she had she needed a bottle.

Mizu didn't want to let Amari go.. she seemed so sweet and at ease in her arms. The night was passionate, insane... neither knew they could feel so good and yet overwhelmed by a single touch. Mizu carefully moved out of Amari's arms and to the table of wine. The bottle had fallen to the ground as they were attacking each other throughout the room. But there was still a glass that had a small amount of wine in.

Mizu set her komono and set it on in time when the inn keeper had entered the room. Seeing how destroyed the room looked and how Amari was sleeping naked on the bed.. they knew what hapoened and was horrified. "What can I say.. can't keep my hands off of my wife to be." Was the best lie Mizu could come up with. The inn keeper doesn't say much and instead left the room quickly. She was horrified at the sight.. the room was destroyed like animals had stampeed through it. Teigan destroyed the room on many occasions but but marks against the windows? How did they even do that?

"I'm happy the feeling isn't one sided." Amari commented. Mizu sees the goddess with hair now loose curls and all around her body. Her body now with bite marks, crawl marks and many hickeys.. even on the inside of her tigh. Seeing how the morning sun hit through Amari's hair and body.. she looked like a flower in bloom. Mizu doesn't think and instead threw her cup down and went back to take Amari. Kissing her like she for the first time seeing her in years.

The two went another round.. this time Teigan woke by the sound of their voices moaning and grunting. Ringo and him didn't know if they were fighting or fucking but by the sound of the bed breaking from their activities, they both could guest how much fun Mizu was having.

#Scornful #Desire #FxF #painful #HATE

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lil-melody-moon · 1 year ago

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Hello! I was wondering if there are any bands you really want to get into but haven't gotten around to doing so? Also kind of similarly, any bands you think are too overrated or underrated? Sorry for such inconsistent asking, got another one of my finals done and submitted so I'm so so so close to being done whooo! Hope you're doing well!

-Pickle

Hello, Pickle! Sorry for not answering yesterday. I got sick and I really didn't feel like it at all. I'm glad you're done with the finals tho, hoping for you to ace all of them!

For the bands, actually I'm trying to get into Pink Floyd and The Police mostly. I have it a bit easier with Pink Floyd, I think, because a dear friend of mine who is a big fan of Syd Barrett made a big fan of him out of me as well. Plus, there's Richard Wright and all of the good songs they have. It's more difficult with The Police, but I think I'm slowly getting there. Lately I got a pin with the trio so they are on my pin bag already!

I don't think I know any bands that are underrated, but maybe I would say it about The Who and The Doors in my country? Because I hear others quite often in radio stations or tv, but those two? Damn, I'll feel lucky if I ever hear a The Who song in radio, BUT my neighbors have to listen to them, especially during summer - living near a loud street with open windows makes me blast my music away!

As for overrated... Someone will cut my head off when I say this, but here's a few bands that I think are overrated, and that is based on my taste in music. I DO NOT SAY THEY ARE BAD, THIS IS A DISCLAIMER!

So first, I'll throw Queen and I'm saying right away, that they are boring to me. I will never say that any of the band members are bad musicians, they are good, they created their style and you can certainly say that it's a Queen song after those few first notes at the beginning of each song, but like... There's nothing interesting for me in their music. It's probably just not my taste and to hear them almost everywhere is just tiring me. But the worst argument I have against them is the fucking drums in their music. Maybe I didn't listen to right songs to properly judge the drummer, but for Chirst's sake, do something with that instrument. You're amazing at keeping the rhythm, but like... Make it sound like an instrument, not a metronome!

Second would be Rush. This opinion of mine is based purely on the few songs I heard by them on the radio - or was it one? I don't know - but like, I can't stand the vocalist. Everything is good, but the fucking vocals are terrible. Again, not saying the guy is bad, I just have a specific taste to voices and if I don't like the vocalist I will not listen to the band at all and this is the case here. Sorry Rush fans, so so sorry Pickle, but they are not for me.

And the third and last one... I'm going against myself here, but Metallica is overrated. THERE, I SAID IT! Again, they are not bad, but like, everyone always focuses on their softer era, playing songs from this one and I'm like: "They had better music in the 80s, come on!", but this opinion is purely based on how much I listened to them and now when I hear them - especially after hearing Ringo, after Bonham, after Moon - I'm hearing that Ulrich ain't nothing special. As much as I like him and his drumming, he ain't nothing special.

And additionally - I'm gonna be burned after saying this - Rammstein ain't no fucking special at all! A band that keeps the same rhythm in every song, AC/DC are more original than them and their drummer goes with the same rhythm and tempo since 70s.

Now you can hate me, I don't give a fuck, that here is my opinion XD

#my opinion is mine #I'm not judging anyone #you love any of those bands?#good for you!#enjoy!#I will not listen to them #srs23

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nevertheless-moving · 4 years ago

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Suicidal Misunderstanding XVIII

Part I - - - - - - - - - - - - - Part XV - - - - Part XVI - - - - Part XVII

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

All Conversation stopped when Obi-Wan opened the door.

The air crackled with energy as the assembled Jedi Masters (and Anakin) paused their obviously fierce debate. After a beat, their was the utterly distinct sensation of several Masters releasing their mixed emotions to the force in an overheated wave, leaving behind only serenity (mostly). Obi-Wan’s heart keened. Of course, at the time, the tendency of council meetings to devolve into petty squabbles had been a constant source of frustration but after three years where his only source of debate was haggling over stolen goods...well.

Obi-Wan smiled, aching softly at the sight of the friends and colleagues, miraculously alive and whole.

The Nautolan Healer- the person in the room with whom he was least familiar- cleared their throat and began speaking. “Master Kenobi, welcome. I want to start off by saying you are under no obligation to-”

Yoda cut them off, “A Jedi, Master Kenobi is, Obligated he is-”

“My patient, he is, Grandmaster,” they bit back. “I know soul healing might have been looked down on when you were in training, but I would have thought-”

Master Koth interrupted, disapproval permeating the room, “And we would have thought you would have more respect when addressing your senior Jedi.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Master Mundi blustered.

Chattering rang out as everyone in the room began talking at once.

“Master, are you alright?” Anakin asked urgently.

The conversation shut down again as the group turned to look at the man in question. Who was biting down on this fist and shaking slightly.

“I told you-” Adi Galia began. Argument erupted once more and Obi-Wan doubled over with laughter.

“Something funny, you found?” Yoda asked as Obi-Wan tried to stop laughing. “Share, you can.”

Obi-Wan inhaled sharply, wiping at the corner of his eyes and forcibly pulling himself out of his explosively giddiness, “My apologies grandmaster, i’m afraid it’s not actually that funny- I simply missed the unique tones of a high council meeting.”

“All council meetings are like this?“ Bant asked, sounding unimpressed.

“Some more than others,” Master Koon acknowledged, rubbing a hand to his forehead.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, “Master Aerdo, I appreciate your support and while I am now doubt in need of the services of a Soul Healer- it is for rather different reasons than...outward appearances have let you to believe. Now shall we all have a seat?”

Koth frowned “All of us? I thought this was a council matter, not a personal one.” Bant and Anakin stiffened.

“It’s both.” Obi-Wan responded calmly. “But beyond that, I assure you, we will be needing the skills of everyone in this room. Master Nu, Master Che- I don’t wish to impose if you need to return to running your own domains, but I would very much appreciate your presence if your willing. I think you will find it worth your time.”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving even if you asked, so I’m pleased to accept your invitation.” Master Nu replied, cheerfully taking a seat. The rest followed and Obi-Wan joined them at the head of the holo table, eyes lingering over the assembled group. He took a breath.

“The first thing you need to know is that I have detailed knowledge of one potential future. A future I intend to prevent. A future I lived through...”

- - - - -

It is necessary to note that everyone in that room had led, in one way or another, a rather remarkable life. This was the main reason none of them could claim that the next two and half hours were the most shocking they had ever experienced. It is more than likely it was the most shocking meeting any had attended.

“We would have seen if the Sith had risen to such power!”

“Oh? Just as we would have seen if the Sith had survived at all? I remember having a similar conversation to this one 10 years ago-”

“We would have noticed- for force sake he’s visited the temple, we’ve all shaken his hand-

“Arrogant, the council has become. Seen this I have. Arrogant, I have become.”

“Skywalker may have a point about mind control, tactically-”

- - - - -

“If what you’re saying is true, though I still think perhaps some more time with Masters Aerdo and Che wouldn’t be unwarranted-”

“Oh, enough all ready Ki. We’re not going to get anywhere if you keep this up.”

“Wait- I actually have something that might help convince you that I do have overly detailed knowledge of the future- we- actually can I get some flimsi? Thank you, Anakin- a few months from now Master Mundi and I ended up trapped behind enemy lines for an extended period of time. It’s hard not to learn a few things about one another when that happens. Here you are-”

". . .”

“I told you that?”

“You, uh, didn’t really have much of a choice.”

“Oh gods.”

“Now, do you believe me?”

“Well...I suppose- I can’t really imagine how else you could possibly know considering you can’t possibly have spoken to-”

“Of course not! Honestly, how would I have been able, even if I wanted to?”

“I have never wanted to steal a message this badly in my life”

“Same”

“Yes, read the flimsi, we all want to. Welcome to, clearly we are NOT.”

Master Koth who had begun to lean suspiciously far back in his chair, fell forward with a clatter, rapidly releasing guilt into the force.

“Yes, well...hm...The force has obviously given you...an unusually wide window of insight. It would be...remiss of us to ignore it.”

“Kriff, we’re never going to know what that note said, are we?”

“No.”

- - - - -

“That’s utterly impossible- I’m sorry Obi-Wan but you’ve obviously been tricked.”

“I’m sorry Plo. Believe me, I know. I- I don’t think they were themselves.”

“If it happened suddenly enough...when we were all in the field, isolated-”

“Being surrounded by our troops is not the same thing as being isolated!”

“Agreed. Explain what you mean by ‘not themselves’”

“Well, I had just defeated General Grievous.”

“Oh, hey! Nice!”

“Thank you, Anakin. I was rejoining the troops after defeating the General- My Commander handed me back my lightsaber, which I don’t think he would have done if he was planning on- well. I began- .”

“Hold on a moment. Do you mean to say you defeated Grievous without your lightsaber.”

“I’d rather not get into the distasteful specifics-”

“Ha! That means he used a blaster.”

“Keep a better grip on your saber, you should.”

“Enough interruptions- please allow him to get to the point.”

“...Master Koon, perhaps you should take a moment to release your emotions.”

“I will do so in a moment, continue Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, Cody seemed completely normal when I spoke to him. I began riding Boga up the cliff face to meet up with a rendezvous when the force started getting...dark. Darker than it had been. I heard- distant screaming. Death. It-”

“Wait, Boga? Whoargh”

“MASTER KOON CALM DOWN”

- - - - -

“...My apologies Knight Skywalker. I have had an...abnormally mentally taxing morning. My control is somewhat damaged...”

“No worries, happens to everyone, right?”

“...Let’s return to the room and discuss this later.”

- - - - -

“To breach the temple, need a force user familiar with our protections, they would...My padawan...dead at this time, he was, yes?

“Yes, Master, Yoda. It- Anakin had technically defeated him four days prior.”

“Technically?

“You- I’m sure you did defeat him- I was unconscious at the time but I’m certain of that much at least- but it was a trap. We were on a rescue mission and- I think Sidious wanted him eliminated at that point, so he could assume full control over both sides.”

“...He really has arranged things to win no matter, hasn’t he?”

"Obi-Wan, the temple purge- how-”

“I- I wasn’t on the planet at the time...”

“Well, do you have any idea what he might have done to control the clones?”

“Yes, I do have one theory actually- I didn’t witness any of these events first hand, but several months before the purge, one of the troopers killed Master Tiplar in a fit of madness- claimed not to clearly remember doing so and was sent to Kamino to be examined. Later, another clone- Fives- attempted to assassinate the Chancellor, accused him of working with the separatists as part of a conspiracy. The Chancellor’s medics claimed he had a tumor from a parasite on Ringo Vinda but in light of what happened after...well.

“...Why would we not investigate that.”

“Shaak Ti did, but her report was...vague. I only saw her two more times in person between now and the end. Her force presence was- shadowed. Not fallen, but...tired.”

“And you didn’t follow-up? None of us did?”

“...I can not even begin to express how much was happening at the time.”

“Nevertheless, Master Kenobi-”

“To be absolutely blunt I didn’t even remember the report until I was several months into hiding, with little else to do but meditate on the past. It just- fell into the cracks. Like a lot of things.”

“Force. We’re not assigning blame, we’re just attempting to understand. The knowledge of Palpatine...well it helps us understand a bit better how we got to where we are now. But how we got from here to there...”

“Yes, of course.”

“. . .”

“Obi-Wan?”

“Sorry- just...marshaling my memories. As I said before, the last year of the war was increasingly straining, with unrelenting pressure on the Order coming from all directions. None of us were at our best, but it in hindsight I was...still reeling...in particular. From- force I still can’t believe all that happened in six months- fuck. Sorry. Pardon my language.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about us- just keep going,”

“Krell betrayed us horrifically- I don’t think 501st or the 212th ever got over it. Immediately after that was that absolute clusterfuck of a mission- I spent a month in a Zygrian Slave Camp- I don’t even know what we were thinking dressing Ashoka like that- ”

“Wow, wow, WAIT-”

“We were trying to go undercover to rescue the Kiros colonists but obviously it blew up in our faces immediately. I was still healing from the, well, torture, when I had to go undercover as the assassin who killed myself in a Republic Jail to protect the Chancellor. I’d rather not talk about it but needless to say I was still physically and mentally not at my best when Maul returned from the dead-”

“I- Maul?”

“He wanted revenge on me for bisecting him on Naboo- turns out both sith and zabraks are very hard to kill, so that was a pleasant surprise. Didn’t really have time to meditate on that failure before we were training guerilla fighters on Onderara-”

“Wait, Naboo? You mean-'

“Yes. Anakin and Ashoka were still mad about faking my death during the ‘undercover thing’ so that made things- tense. Then Ashoka was sent to Illum for what was supposed to be a safe mission-”

“Oh gods-”

“She got kidnapped along with a number of initiates. Somehow befriended Hondo...so...that worked out fine. I guess. Then Maul and his brother. They. Well they got revenge. Satine died. They wanted to get back at me. I was still censured by the council for my actions from that incident at the time of the temple bombing-”

“You! Obi-Wan-”

“Which meant that when Ashoka was sentenced to death I could barely even speak a word in her defense, which is maybe just as well considering the blind faith we had in the senate-”

“WHAT!”

“Calm down, of course it wasn’t her, but after the sith hells she was put through she, understandably, had lost trust in the order and decided to strike out on her own. I was still trying to clean up that political mess, track her down, not to mention run multiple armies with even less help than before when I got the reports about the rogue clones. Obviously I should have done something with the information, but. Well, I didn’t.”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, rubbing his face with both hands. When he looked up to face the room, he was faced with various shades of shock and pity. There were several long moments of silence before Master Windu reluctantly spoke.

“... Let’s start with Krell.”

“Right. Right. Well, like I said the last year of the war was...hard. A number of people fell. Krell was the first, I think. His reasons were one of the less...hard to rationalize, even intellectually.”

“Pong Krell I suppose he always was-”

“Still I thought he had gotten over such things...”

“Oh, Kriff.”

“Relax Anakin, they haven’t taken off yet.”

“Oh, remember that one time when he was an initiate- that poor little Nautolan boy, what was his name?”

“Wait, taken off? Mace... who’s leading the my troops right now?”

“Master, before you freak out, they’re still on Coruscant.”

“Master Gallia, I don’t think that’s entirely fair- you can’t judge a Master by what they did as an initiate-”

“Ok, ok. I suppose take off must have been delayed due to my- well. When are they schedule to leave?”

“We can’t judge a Jedi by if they might fall, we could only judge them by their current actions.”

“Sundown? That- force. I had the start of a plan but- that’s enough time- but if you replace him...Sith Hells. I need things to proceed normally but kriff, there’s just not enough time. I- I don’t know if I can save everyone-”

“We’ll figure it out, Obi-Wan.”

“I- we’re coming back to this Windu- That was very well said Master Koon and I’d like you to hold onto that thought. We, we can’t judge our fellow Jedi for what they might do... good people can fall into darkness, when they’re pushed hard enough.”

“Then Krell...”

“Oh kark no, Krell’s irredeemable. Uh. That is to say. I’m reasonably certain he’s already been deliberately killing his men.

“Kriff.”

“Yes, quite.”

“...Can we go back to the brain parasite?”

- - - - -

“Alright, enough.”

“Agreed. We’re going in circles about the clone’s loyalty- once we finish this meeting we’ll start brain scans at once but for now- Obi-Wan the fallen. The purge.”

“I was on Utapau- I didn’t- I wasn’t there.”

“Master Kenobi, are you stalling?”

“Of course not, I- ok the next Jedi I remember falling was Depa Bilbaba.”

“. . .”

“That’s absurd.”

“Fall, anyone’s padawan can.

“Yes, but Depa-”

“It was a mission to Harun Kul- should I go into the details?”

“Damnit, Kenobi-

“She actually returned to the light, eventually.”

“Impossible!”

- - - - -

“Vos? I suppose he is a shadow...”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, boy-”

- - - - -

“I’m somewhat confused.”

“I wouldn’t say she fully joined the light but...she didn’t want to be dark anymore.”

“You don’t think it was just circumstances?”

“Well, two years after the fall of the republic I ran into her at a bar-”

“Of course you did”

“Oh shut up, like you wouldn’t drink after all that”

“Fair enough.”

“Anyway, she could have turned me in. The bounty on my head was obscenely high, but after all our history... she bought me a drink.”

“He’s definitely stalling.”

“Yes I know...”

- - - - -

“Luminara’s apprentice? She can barely stand violence, even in the hypothetical.”

“Yes...I think that was rather the point. She- she couldn’t accept the Jedi’s role in the war and she thought she didn’t have a way out...”

“Force have mercy on us all.”

- - - - -

“...Yoda...you have to understand, the darkness in the force was overwhelming at that point...you could hardly breath.”

“Master Kenobi, if you are trying to tell us that Yoda fell- I am- not going to have a mild reaction.”

“. . .”

“Obi-Wan?!”

“No, Yoda didn’t fall.”

“FUCK’S SAKE KENOBI DON’T DO THAT”

“Can fall, any of us.”

“DON’T YOU START”

“Deep breaths Master Koth, Deep Breaths.”

“I apologize for the confusion- I was just trying to explain that the last time I saw him, neither of us were in particularly sound state of minds-”

“KENOBI YOU ARE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE AND WE ALL KNOW IT JUST GET TO THE PART WHERE SKYWALKER FALLS INSTEAD OF DRAGGING IT OUT”

"KOTH!”

- - - - -

“...Things were fine. Things were- hopeful. Dooku was gone. We got word on Grevious’s location. I was assigned to go after him. Anakin wanted to come with me, to watch my back. He didn’t want to stay on Coruscant. The council- the council ordered him to spy on the Chancellor. He protested, was uncomfortable with the idea. But he agreed. We made some jokes as we were saying goodbyes. I left Coruscant. Got to Utatpau. Killed Grevious. Thought the war was over. The force got dark. I was shot off a cliff. All the Jedi were dying. My bond with Anakin got dark. My troops felt- like strangers. When I got back Yoda told me he- he was lost to the darkside. Was the new apprentice. Palpatine claimed the Jedi tried to assassinate him. I don’t- actually understood what happened, it was all just a few days... but I have to assume Palpatine...or the person who was controlling Palpatine! Please adi’ka, you know I-

“I know, Master. It’s...Kriff- I don’t- I’m sorry.”

“We shouldn’t have split up. I shouldn’t have left you.

“Obi-Wan...you can’t actually blame yourself for what I did, what I- haven’t done, technically"

“I...”

“Well. That explains-”

“Explains, what Master Gallia? Explains why we shouldn’t have allowed an elderly politician unrestrained access to a child?”

“Master! Don’t say it like that-”

“That explains your stalling Master Kenobi, be at peace. We’re not going to judge Knight Skywalker for unknown actions he has yet to take.”

“Mace! are you all right?”

“Headache. Talk about it later.”

“Tell us who may fall, you did. Judge them prematurely, we shall not. Watch them carefully, we will.”

“...With all do respect I’m not sure the council is capable of meaningfully distinguishing between the two.’

“Master Kenobi! Perhaps we should revisit the ‘attachment’ discussion we had previously agreed to forestall?”

“Oh that is such-”

“Anakin, please allow me. Mundi- shut up or let us read the note.”

“Master Koon!”

“For all the distress being vented, I feel there is a notable lack of compassion in this room and quite frankly I find it unacceptable.”

- - - - -

“So...you didn’t watch the security holograms?”

“Yoda said not to. I think that’s everything- we should start brain scans now.”

“Kenobi...”

“Yes?”

“When Yoda was fighting Palpatine...”

“Master Gallia- not right now”

“Yes, Master Windu.”

“. . .”

“Force Be With Us.”

“Indeed.”

“Quite.”

“Hm.”

“Council Members- if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to get back to the archives. I have a few things I’d like to dig into.”

“Of course. We trust your discretion.”

“Take care of yourself, Obi-Wan”

“You as well, Master Nu. I am forever in your debt for what you brought me.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“...Now what?”

“It’s going to break our ‘contract’ with the Kamonian’s but...we’re going to have to get a clone into the healing halls for a neurological examination.”

“I...might be able to help with that. Without going very far at all actually.”

“What do you mean by that, Master Eerin?”

“Sorry, terribly sorry, I just remembered I have to take care of something-”

“What?”

“This...is rather the part we were hoping for your assistance Vokara-”

“Stay, Master Che. Given everything- I think we’re past the point of needing plausible deniability.”

“You’re... most likely right. Apologies, force of habit.”

“Would either of you care to explain?”

“Well...technically the temple isn’t allowed to care for wounded clones. Doing so would violate their ‘warranty’. However...”

Part XIX

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wayward-dreamer · 4 years ago

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The Right Direction

AO3 Link: Read Here

Square Filled: Dog walker!Jensen

Pairing: Dog walker!Jensen x Female!Dog walker!Reader

Word count: 2,839 (Wow! I wrote something under 5K lol!)

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes the wrong direction can turn out to be the right one.

Warnings: Some swearing, a bunch of cute dogs, fluff.

Created for @spnaubingo

A/N: This is written for @downanddirtydean‘s 500 followers challenge! Prompt is in bold. I hope you like it twin!! Thank you @deanwanddamons for being a beta on this! As always, I’d love to hear what you all think! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

A wet nose and soft fur were the first things she felt on her hand every morning. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, a groan leaving her as they adjusted to the light in the room. She felt the bed shift and heard the sound of a collar shaking, her smile growing as the furry ball landed in her lap. She stroked her little Corgi’s fluffy hair, kissing the top of his head.

“Morning, Ringo.” She planted another kiss on his head, her hands alternating between squishing his face and running over his light brown and white fluffy coat. “Someone hungry?”

Ringo licked his lips, signalling he was more than ready for breakfast.

“Alright, come on,” she muttered as she gently dropped him down on the floor of her bedroom.

Y/N got up from her bed, laughing as Ringo scurried out of the door ahead of her, stopping to wait impatiently near his bowl. His round behind wiggled, excited to be receiving his breakfast as Y/N picked up the bag of dog food, dropping some into the metal bowl.

“Stay,” she commanded, watching his innocent brown eyes look up at her. Waiting for a few seconds, she smiled. “Eat.”

Ringo gave his lips another lick, bending down and gobbling up a few pieces of dry food at a time. She smiled at him and then went about getting ready for the morning, quickly changing into her sweatpants and oversized sweater, throwing her hair up in a messy bun. By the time she was ready, Ringo was finished eating.

“Alright, shall we go?” she said, bending down in front of him and petting under his chin. She clipped his leash onto his collar, patting him at the same time. “Now, I’m trusting you to be good with the other dogs, so you better listen to me. Okay?”

Ringo gave her a little whine, causing her to lift an eyebrow. “Ringo.”

His paws started to tap excitedly against the floorboards, making Y/N give him a smile. “Good boy,” she said, scratching behind his head and standing up.

She quickly grabbed her keys, phone and wallet, heading out the door of her apartment, and walking down a few flights of stairs, Ringo in tow. She knocked on the door of an apartment, smiling as Mrs. Morris greeted her. She held the leash of her 6-year-old Border Collie, Betty, in her hand and smiled at her.

“Morning, Y/N. How are you?” she asked, as Betty’s tail wagged excitedly when she saw Ringo, more than ready for her walk.

“I’m great, Mrs. Morris. How are you?”

“Oh, you know, can’t complain,” the older woman said, handing her the leash. “Betty’s a little too excited this morning.”

Y/N patted Betty a few times, shaking her head. “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

With a goodbye, she walked Betty and Ringo down the last two flights of stairs, and out onto the sidewalk. She held onto the leashes, enjoying the sun but there was as a slight chill against her face on the bright autumn morning. They walked for about ten minutes, picking up more dogs along the way. A Bulldog, a Pomeranian and a Chihuahua. Y/N walked them into the dog park, knowing how much they loved to run around and play with each other. They were all from the same neighborhood and socially used to each other, making her job much easier. However, Y/N was in desperate need of caffeine, having forgone a cup at home to get the dogs. Making a quick stop at a vendor, she paid for her steaming cup of black coffee and continued to walk them all down the path in the park, trying to find a clear spot to sit down and let them run around.

Y/N kept the dogs in front of her, all of their leashes in one hand, and her drink in the other, trying to get away from unfamiliar pets they hadn’t interacted with yet. As she smiled down at her fur friends for the morning, she basked in the peacefulness of the walk.

Suddenly, Y/N screamed as she collided with another dog walker, a man completely distracted with his phone and not watching what the German Shepherd and Golden Retriever he was walking were doing. Her shoulder got knocked backwards, her arm coming up and spilling her piping hot coffee all down the front of her sweater. She screamed again as the liquid seeped through the material, making contact with her skin. Thankfully, the sweater she was wearing was thick and she didn’t get severely burnt by the hot beverage.

“Oh my god! I am so, so sorry!” the man apologized, steadying the dog’s leash as he stashed his phone away.

“Sorry?! Watch where you’re going next time, you asshole!” she yelled, using her free hand to wipe the front of her sweater with her sleeve. She hadn’t even looked up at the man yet, focusing on cleaning herself. Her ever loyal companion, Ringo growled at the other dogs, who were slightly bigger than him and were growling back.

“Ringo, it’s okay,” Y/N said, calmly as she pulled lightly on all the leashes, moving the animals behind her legs. They were all starting to bark, getting riled up by the man’s German Shepherd and Golden Retriever.

“I really am sorry,” the man said, as he pulled the dog he was walking back, “He gets really excited when he comes here, and I was trying to message someone-”

“Well maybe don’t do that,” she grumbled, soaking up the coffee with her sleeve as best as she could. She finally looked up, her eyes blinking as she took in the guy who bumped into her. He was incredibly gorgeous, with green eyes that looked guilty and soft and plump lips that he was biting into. She looked like an absolute mess in her casual attire, and here he was, towering over her and looking like a male model in a dog park.

“Please let me buy you another,” he said, sheepishly as he pointed to her shirt.

She shook her head, a little stunned by the good-looking man in front of her. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“I feel terrible,” he muttered, frowning as he gestured to the German Shepherd “He pulled suddenly while I was texting. It’s no excuse, I know, but he must’ve gotten excited when he saw your dogs.”

“It’s really okay,” Y/N reassured him. She felt awful for yelling at him now that she saw how apologetic he was, “They’re not mine. I’m a dog walker. Only the Corgi belongs to me.”

“I am too, but this guy is mine,” he smiled, gesturing to the German Shepherd next to him, who was now sitting and looking up at Y/N. “His name’s Jagger.”

“Jagger? As in Mick?” she asked, chuckling.

“Yeah,” he replied, smiling. He patted the top of the Golden Retriever’s head, smiling. “This is Astro. Neighbor’s kid is a big Jetsons fan.”

Y/N laughed, gesturing to her best friend in the whole world, “This is Ringo.”

“As in Starr?” he asked, smirking.

She laughed again, nodding. “Yeah. The Border is Betty, the Bulldog is Jackson, the Pom is Mimi, and the Chihuahua is Coco.”

“Ringo and Jagger… we sure know how to pick some good names,” he said, smiling at her.

“Yeah,” she agreed, smiling back at him. “Anyway, I should get going.”

“I really feel awful about this,” he muttered, frowning. “Can I make it up to you some time?”

She bit her lip, smiling as she shrugged. “We’ll see.” She would have to think about it, considering they had just met, and it wasn’t exactly the greatest first meeting.

“I’m Jensen, by the way.” He offered his hand, smiling softly at her. She took it in hers and felt the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter.

“Y/N,” she said, smiling back at him. She looked down when she felt a wet nose against her hand, seeing Jagger nudging at her hand. She crouched down and patted him down, scratching behind his ears. The dogs tried to move around her to get to him, but she kept nudging them away, lightly. He whined when she stood up, pulling on his leash as he tried to follow her.

“Jagger, no. We gotta go, man,” Jensen told the dog, steering him in the other direction with Astro in tow.

With one last look at the man who she was totally caught off guard by, Y/N led the dogs away, unfortunately having to cut their walk short. Jensen smiled as he turned and watched her walk away, hoping that he would see her again. He felt terrible and just hoped he had another shot to get to talk to Y/N. He had seen her from across the park before the collision happened. She was beautiful and despite the horrible circumstance, the moment their eyes met he knew he was done for.

They always say dogs have the best instinct about people, and Jensen was happy to know that Y/N was a good person according to Jagger’s eagerness to go with her. He just hoped there would be no hot coffee in the way of him getting to talk to her the next time he saw her.

A few days had passed since the incident in the park. Y/N was back there again, this time only with Ringo, and it was just after lunch. She handed in her article for the week, meeting her deadline a day early and decided to take her fluff ball for a run around in the dog park once she had submitted the article to her editor. She laughed as he ran circles around her on the grass, a blur of brown and white fur. As he continued to run, Y/N’s attention was suddenly taken away from him, as she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned and smiled, seeing the handsome dog walker who bumped into her a few days ago, a white cup in one hand, the leash to his beautiful German Shepherd in the other.

“A peace offering?” he stated.

“You didn’t have to,” she said, shaking her head.

He held out the cup insistently, smiling when she took it. “Yes, I did.”

She held her palm out, allowing the dog to come near her. The animal sniffed her a few times and licked her hand. Y/N instantly moved her hand behind his ears to pet him. “He’s gorgeous.” As is his owner she thought to herself as she looked at Jensen, “How old is he?”

“He’s four,” Jensen told her, smirking. “Still acts like a puppy sometimes, though.”

“Aren’t they always a puppy no matter how big they get?” she asked, chuckling. Jagger started nudging against Y/N, wanting her to play with him. Jensen smiled, glad that his dog approved of her.

“Yeah,” he nodded, and looked down as Ringo came running to her, interested to see who her new friend was. Ringo hopped excitedly towards Jagger, not intimidated by the size difference between them at all.

“Hey buddy, you remember Jagger?” she asked, smiling brightly. She crouched down, calming him slightly as Jagger began to growl. Jensen got down to the dog’s level, holding him back slightly.

“Hey, behave,” Jensen commanded.

Comforting both of the dogs, Jensen let Jagger move forward a little first. He sniffed Ringo as Y/N let him go slightly too, to do the same. They tried to figure each other out, and one lick from Jagger had Ringo running off, turning to see if he would follow. Jensen let him off the leash, watching as he ran off, both of them play- fighting as they rolled over on the grass. Y/N and Jensen stood back, watching their dogs become fast friends.

“He doesn’t take to small dogs so quickly,” Jensen remarked as he watched his German Shepherd play with the small Corgi.

“Ringo loves every dog he comes across,” Y/N said, smiling as she watched them play. “So, I’m glad he found another friend.”

“Me too,” he muttered, smiling. “Jagger’s been lonely. I keep thinking I should get another one just so he doesn’t feel it anymore.”

“Well, until you do… he’s welcome to play with Ringo,” she stated, smiling at the gorgeous man next to her. The butterflies had returned, and she was finding it hard to keep her cool around him.

“Thanks.” Jensen smiled back at her, trying not to hold eye contact with her for longer than necessary, suddenly nervous to be near to her again.

After that afternoon, Jensen and Y/N had a standing meeting every Thursday afternoon in the dog park. As Jagger and Ringo played together, Y/N and Jensen would talk about everything they could before the dogs exhausted themselves. They discussed how they got the dogs, what they did for a living apart from dog walking (Jensen told her he worked at a brewery and Y/N told him she wrote for the paper), their favourite movies, books, music and more. By the fourth meeting, Y/N was hoping that he would ask her out on an official date. She knew she couldn’t be the only one feeling an attraction between them and wished more than anything that he would pluck up the courage and ask her. Maybe she would have to if he didn’t, but that was something she had never done before.

On the day of their usual meeting, Y/N and Jensen strolled the length of the park, walking Jagger and Ringo side by side. Every now and then, they would turn and smile at each other, as Jensen kept telling himself to open his mouth and ask her out on a date. Letting the dogs off their leashes, the owners watched on as they did every week, the dogs now absolute best friends. A brown leaf fell from the tree branch above Jensen and Y/N, landing on her nose and getting stuck there. Jensen laughed as he leaned over, using his thumb and forefinger to remove it.

“Thanks,” she whispered, looking up at him. Their bodies were close, both of them in slightly warmer clothes now that the weather was turning.

“No problem,” he mumbled, smiling. He looked out ahead at the park, worrying his lip as he thought about how to approach the subject of asking her on a date. “Okay, so…”

“What’s up?” she asked, her stomach fluttering at the thought that the moment had finally arrived.

“I, uh… I really like you, Y/N,” he told her, his smile becoming wider as he turned to her.

“I really like you too, Jensen,” she said, beaming up at him.

He sighed in relief, nodding. “Okay, so then… I would love to- I mean that is if you want to, I really want to take you on a non-dog park date.” Dear Lord, this isn’t going well he told himself as he cringed at his bad attempt to ask her out.

“You know…” She laughed as she looked into his eyes. “Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line.”

Jensen chuckled nervously, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope,” she said, smiling as she winked.

A moment passed as they continued to look at each other. Jensen backtracked, a little more confident this time.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at her. “Y/N, would you like to go out for dinner with me?”

She smiled up at him, finding him so adorable in that moment. “Yes.”

The first date turned into a second. The second into a third. They would meet up in the dog park, some days with Jagger and Ringo, and others with all the others they would walk on a regular basis. With huddles of dogs of different breeds, they walked closer and closer to each other, stealing kisses and loving looks.

Dates and dog walking turned into getting down on one knee, the ring box clipped to Ringo’s collar as Jensen asked Y/N if she wanted to spend her life with him, with Jagger in tow.

They married in a small ceremony, with Jagger and Ringo at their feet, more than happy to be best fur friends forever.

And eventually… the news of an addition to their little family came, with Jensen and Y/N completely over the moon with the dogs getting a human brother or sister.

Y/N sat on the couch, smiling as she patted Jagger and Ringo’s heads, both of them sitting on either side of her, their noses close to her growing belly. Jensen walked in, a bowl of popcorn in his hand, settling into the couch next her, putting Ringo’s body over his legs. Y/N turned to him and leaned in, kissing his lips softly as he turned to her.

They say that dogs have great instinct.

And for that, Jensen and Y/N would always be grateful to have two fur companions that brought them into each other’s lives.

-x-

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mysweetgeo · 3 years ago

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I Need You (Part 11)

Summary: Sequel Series to the Do You Want to Know a Secret ? Series. Reader accepts a job as a photographer for a band as they begin a tour mid-1966, what happens when she finds out that she knows them ?

After the last concert in Germany, specifically Hamburg, the six of you headed back to the hotel, and while Brian wanted to stay in, the five of you that remained decided to head out to the pubs to celebrate a successful concert.

You all were squished into a booth, and you were sat between George and John, and John had his arm slung around your shoulders as the two of you were gulping down pint after pint.

You were drunkenly singing a Buddy Holly tune as you swayed back and forth in the booth knocking shoulders with both George and John.

George had noticed that you and John both weren’t slowing down with the drinks so he decided he’d better, to make sure you didn’t get hurt.

You linked arms with John and gasped, a brilliant idea coming to your mind, “John! Can we have a sleepover?!” You asked, nearly shrieking.

John grinned, “Yeah! A sleepover!” He agreed enthusiastically.

George bit his lip to bite back the bitter comment that was sure to come out if he opened his mouth.

“And Geo can come too!” You said, whipping around to wrap your arms around George’s neck.

“Sure, darling,” George drawled, never having been able to say no to you.

“Yay!” You said with a giggle, holding onto George and pulling yourself so you were straddling his lap while giving him a tight hug.

George held your waist for support, obviously not complaining about you being in his lap.

Paul whined from across the booth, “What about me? Can I come?” He looked at you, begging with large puppy dog eyes.

“No!” John shrieked, suddenly speaking up.

Paul visibly pouted and whimpered, obviously upset.

You pouted your lip when you saw Paul so upset, “Of course you can Paulie,” you said with a gentle smile, moving out of George’s lap to lean across the table and hold his hand. “And you too, Ringo,” you said, reaching out for his hand as well.

While you held the other lads hands, George was holding onto your waist, not only to steady you but also just to have you in his close proximity.

Paul’s face split in a grin and he leaned across the table to plant a kiss on your lips, which you instantly recoiled from, retreating back into George’s arms.

John and Ringo watched the scene unfold, seeing how George’s arms tightened around you as you placed your hands on top of his on your stomach.

“Don’t ever do that again, Macca,” George threatened, his eyes turning black in anger.

“‘m sorry, love, I didn’t mean anything by it—“ Paul tried to explain but no one was having any of it.

Your eyes were still wide in shock as your grip on George tightened, needing to feel some source of comfort.

Sensing that this scenario wasn’t going to dissolve itself, Ringo spoke up, “I think maybe Paul and I should go back to the hotel, ‘m sure he didn’t mean any harm,” he spoke, standing from the booth and letting Paul climb out after him.

“I’m very sorry, (Y/N),” Paul whispered as he and Ringo walked away, in a voice that was barely audible.

You just nodded, not trusting your words as you watched the pair of them walk away.

“Well that sure was a mood-killer, eh?” John said with a huff, taking a large gulp from his pint, as he slid Paul’s half empty glass towards himself.

You nodded as you took a large drink from your glass, downing the remaining contents in one gulp.

George held you close to his chest, seeing as you were still somewhat startled by Paul’s actions.

You turned your head to look at George, your hand reaching up to caress his jaw, “Georgie? Can you get me another pint?” You asked in a sweet voice, which nearly caused George to burst out laughing, your romantic gesture greatly contrasting the words that came from your lips.

“Of course, darling,” he answered, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “but I have to get up in order to do that.”

You whined contorting your body so that your top half was pressed against his chest, “No,” you whimpered, your arms wrapping around his neck as faux tears appeared in the corners of your eyes, “don’t leave me.”

“Let the lad get us a pint,” John complained from beside you, “he’ll only be gone a minute anyhow.”

You frowned at his bluntness, though you slid yourself out of George’s lap and released him from your clutches, “Okay,” you said in a very sad voice.

George’s heart ached to see you like this, even if it was something as silly as this, “I’ll be right back, princess,” he whispered, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek just before he walked away.

When George returned, he found that you were sitting across from John where Paul and Ringo had been not long ago. You had told him you moved because he was ‘annoying you’ and because he ‘smelt bad’.

George set two pints on the table, one for you and one for John, before settling into the seat beside you.

“We’re still having a sleepover, yeah?” John asked, swirling his drink around in his glass.

“Well, duh,” you deadpanned, “what else do bestfriends do.”

“Well, you and George are ‘bestfriends’ and I’m sure that you two have done the deed. So if you’re interested—“ John began but was cut off by George.

“Not gonna happen, lad,” he said in a threatening tone.

You giggled at the exchange, leaning against George’s shoulder, “We haven’t done anything, Johnny,” you said.

“Obviously, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife,” John muttered, though both of you could hear it.

You blushed and looked down, smiling softly as you felt George’s arm wrap around your shoulders.

“You two make me sick,” John said, complimented by a fake gag.

“Oh shush,” you said, grabbing your pint and taking a large gulp from it. “After I finish this, let’s go back to the hotel.”

The boys nodded in agreement, and sat in silence as you and John finished your drinks.

You and John had your arms intertwined as you walked the streets back to the hotel, George following closely behind.

The two of you were drunkenly singing ‘That’ll Be The Day’ as you stumbled towards your room.

“All your hugs ‘n kisses,” you slurred, gripping onto John for dear life as George ushered you both into the lift.

“And your money too!” John chirped, hiccuping as he did.

“Well,” you drawled, “y’know you love me baby.”

John sputtered out a slew of words that didn’t hardly resemble the lyrics, causing you to burst into a fit of giggles, gripping onto George’s arm to steady yourself.

The two of you continued the song, skipping into the chorus as you sang in an ear piercing unison.

You got off the lift at your floor, pulling the two boys to your door as you suddenly remembered that you didn’t know where your key was.

“I’ve got it, love,” George murmured, coming up behind you and placing a hand on your back as he slipped the key into the lock and opened the door for you.

“Oh! My hero!” You cheered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his cheek.

John let out a groan as he plopped himself on the bed, “You two best not fuck each other while I’m in the bed,” he said, being as blunt as humanly possible.

You rolled your eyes and detached yourself from George as you ran and launched yourself onto the bed, narrowly missing John’s body as you landed.

“Sometimes, I wish I could zip your mouth shut,” you said as you rolled over onto your back and scooted towards him.

John gasped, feigning hurt, “That is so mean! Take that back right this instant!” He shrieked.

“Never,” you said as you sleepily curled into his side, “Where’s my Georgie?” You asked, popping an eye open to look for him.

“Right here, love,” George answered, climbing into bed beside you.

You grinned and turned your body around to wrap your arms around his small frame, “Mm, I love this,” you said with a sigh of pure comfort.

George grinned and held you close to him, running his had up and down your back.

John whined, obviously jealous of the contact you and George were sharing, and crawled on top of you and George, wrapping his arm around you both and nesting his head against George’s shoulder.

George grunted at the sudden added weight, but didn’t voice any complaints as the three of you laid in silence.

You looked up at George with a drunken smile, “Hi,” you whispered.

He couldn’t help but grin at your expression, “Hi,” he replied quietly, as to not wake the beast that was now snoring and drooling on George’s shoulder.

Your breaths mixed with your close proximity, and you could only get closer to each other.

Soon your noses were pressed against one another as the two of you giggled.

Everything was funny to you in your drunken state.

Until it wasn’t.

Tears began pouring down your face and George’s smile and laughter were soon wiped away with a look of concern and worry.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asked, caressing your cheek with his hand.

“It’s my fault,” you sobbed, leaning into George’s touch.

“What’re ye talking about?” He asked again, moving so that John naturally fell off of him and behind him on the bed.

“If I’d have just come to London with you, we would be together,” you cried, tears falling in large streams down your cheeks.

“Oh, love,” George sighed, pulling you to his chest. “My dear, sweet girl,” he whispered, “none of this is your fault, we were so young, and we weren’t ready for each other.”

You continued to cry into George’s chest, “I—I just love you s—so much, Geo,” you managed through body-rattling sobs.

“I love you too, so so much,” he murmured as he ran a hand over your hair and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Forever and ever, my darling.”

You fell asleep with your bodies intertwined, leaving no space between the two of you, and John tucked under the blankets behind George’s back.

#love #george harrison #the beatles #john lennon #music #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george #beatles x reader #george harrison fic #1966 #female reader

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crawfordwb · 3 years ago

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By Robbie Thornton August 4th /“Paul was crying, tears were rolling down his pretty cheeks, and Linda said, “Carl, thank you so much.” I said, “Linda, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” She said, “But he’s crying, and he needed to. He hasn’t been able to really break down since that happened to John.” And she put her arm around me and said, “But how did you know?” I said, “Know what?” She said, “There’s two people in the world that know what John said to Paul, the last thing he said to him. But now there’s three, and one of them’s you, you know it.” I said, “Girl, you’re freaking me out! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She said that the last words that John said to Paul in the hallway of the Dakota building were, he patted him on the shoulder and said, ‘Think about me every now and then, old friend." Carl Perkins talking about the song he wrote for Paul as a thank you for having him at Monsteratt Source: Club Sandwich, 1984 and The Paul McCartney ProjectRobbie's Commentary In 1981, just after John died, Paul and Linda invited Carl to stay with them in Montserrat, to help him record a song called ‘Get It’ for his new album, Tug Of War Carl spent eight days with them, along with George and Ringo The night before he left, a song came to Carl that summed up his warm feelings about the visit, and he couldn’t get it out of his mind In the morning, Carl sang the song, which he named MY OLD FRIEND , for Linda and Paul, saying it was his gift for having him as a guest Half way through the song, after singing - 'if we never meet again this side of life, in a little while, over yonder, where there’s peace and quiet, my old friend, won’t you think about me every now and then?',tears streamed down Paul’s face and he stood up and had to go outside, overcome with emotion Paul loved the song so much that he persuaded Carl to put it down with him in the studio there, and they cut it within the hour Paul asked Carl if he could take it back to England to work on the arrangement Carl considered Paul’s treatment was a masterpiece, which beautifully complimented the feelings expressed in the song He also said that MY OLD FRIEND meant more to him than any other song he’d ever written, including Blue Suede Shoes, as he felt that it both expressed his personal feelings to Paul, while also striking a poignant note with many fans Both Carl and Linda had no doubt that the song was from John , as a gift to Paul, and I couldn't agree more

#john lennon #paul mccartney #carl perkins #song #my old friend #photo #linda mccartney #follow for more

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 3 years ago

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which Taylor songs do you think fit each bug/the band best? (:

wtf this is such a cool ask!!

John: this is me trying and it's NOT even funny how fitting it is. He's the EMBODIMENT of a huge fuck up with addiction and anger problems, once an overachiever but now in a hard-to-get-out-of pit, but he will continue to try to get back out of there and make things right. 😔

They told me all of my cages are mental / So I got wasted like all my potential / And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad / I have a lot of regrets about that.

Paul: Another clear case here: Paul is mirrorball through and through. He is a dawner of personas and faces that fit his situation, he is someone who needs attention to thrive and is always trying his best to make everything work out. And sadly, he is someone whom the world has enjoyed to watch suffer.

I want you to know / I'm a mirrorball / I'll show you every version of yourself tonight / I'll get you out on the floor / Shinmering beautiful / And when I break it's in a million pieces.

Ringo: To me, the defining factor of Ringo is his warmth and compassion. The Taylor song that feels the most like that to me is That's When. No particular lyrics here because this song is actually about someone asking to have space within a romantic relationship and the other person granting them that without a second thought. It just feels so LOVING. Like Ringo.

George: George in the break up is it's time to go, which makes me sad. He's endured being cut down to size by people he was close to and at some point he's learned to do what's best for him :( Also The Lucky One, because he sought and found a peaceful life beyond fame.

That old familiar body ache / The snaps from the same little breaks / In your soul / You know / When it's time to go.

They say you bought a bunch of land somewhere / Chose the rose garden over Madison Square

Bugs in general: Change for the early years up until Ed Sullivan of trying to get to the top. the last great american dynasty is sort of like how they were seen by the press during their touring years. The Story Of Us for the beginning of the breakdown in 68. For the break up: coney island, happiness, and probably every single Taylor break up song could be applied to some aspect of that whole shebang.

It was the night things changed / Can you see it now? / When the walls that they put up to hold us back fell down.

Who knows if I never showed up what could have been? / There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen / I had a marvelous time ruining everything.

I'm scared to see the ending / Why are we pretending this is nothing? / I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how / I've never heard silence quite this loud.

If I can't relate to you / Anymore then who am I related to? / And if this is the long haul / How'd we get here so soon? / Did I close my fist / Around something delicate? / Did I shatter you?

I hope she'll be a beautiful fool / Who takes my spot next to you / No I didn't mean that / Sorry I can't see facts / Through all of my fury / You haven't met the new me yet.

#ask #anon #taylor #bugs #🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 this was SO FUN

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blackberry-gingham · 3 years ago

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Idk how you may feel about this au! But time travelingreader! is my fab. Could you do one in the teddy boy era. (I just imagine the resder predict or say some anachronism and the guys being ?. Socially speaking its so interesting. ) thnks :)

Lol, this IS an interesting trope! Also, a very difficult one to write, from my understanding haha. All in good fun I suppose, but still I want to try and make something worthwhile, so I hope this turns out alright for you all!

Sorry for the hiatus, but I think I'm coming back finally :D I hope you enjoy this snippet

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A cool, fresh breeze washes over you, tickling your face. You sniff and rustle peacefully, as you sleep. Another one comes, this time stiff and cold.

You roll over, swatting at nothing as a small patch of grass blades stab your nose. Wait, grass?

Your eyes shoot open, and you sit up to attention, taking in your surroundings. It looks like you're in some type of park, but the foliage is far greener and push then anywhere you know of. As you look around, a thought comes to you.

You've only a foggy idea where you were before and no idea how you got here. In fact, where even is here?

Panic over takes you, and you whip out your phone for answers, only.... Huh, no signal. That can't be, you're in the middle of a town!

You shake your head out and decide to go talk to some people instead.

And that's when things really go down hill.

The street is filled with cars that look like they belong in a museum or auto show. Not only that, but they're all driving on the opposite side of the street, a-and those save streets are lined with little telephone booths, and-

This must be a dream, you tell yourself as you run up to a newspaper stand, yet another thing you've never seen before. In your frantic haste, you grab one and search for the date, only now realizing you've never actually read a newspaper before. You're hardly able to read "The Daily Mail" and June 13, 196-something, before...

"Oi, this ain't a lib'ry love! Pay up, or keep walking!"

You're so taken aback my the man's accent and mild threat, that all you can do is stutter and back away. Paper in hand, that is.

The man gets up off his stool menacingly, "Are you deaf? Do you want me to get the coppers on ye'? I'll-!"

"Oi, fuck off!", another male voice comes from behind and you go stiff as a rod as you back into a strong, leather clad chest. " 'ere's a quid for the paper ya bastard, keep the change"

You whip around to see a boy about your age. He's tall, with a long, sharp nose and bright, auburn hair as he looks down leads you away from the paper stand by the arm.

All you can do is let it happen. You're so bewildered by each new development that you can hardly keep up. Last you knew, you were in America 2021, now you're lost in England, around 60 years in the past.

"You must really love that old rag to be trying to pinch it, eh?", the boy gives a mirthless chuckle and turns around briefly to catch a glimpse of you. And for a split second, it hits you.

You know that profile anywhere.

"John?", you stop dead in your tracks, disbelief written all over your face. John whips around, aa your voice changes from shock, to imesuarble relief, "John Lennon?"

"Yeah.... How do yo-?"

You cut him off, doing everything within your power to keep from shedding tears as you bump into him with a hug, "You're alive!"

John freezes up and makes a face that, to anyone who knew him, would say that he was about to shove you off to start. And he would've too, except... "Alive? The fuck are you on about, 'course I am!", John chooses mercy and merely shakes himself free as you reel.

Now that some space is between you, he catches a good look at your shirt. "The Beatles", it says, in bold white lettering with a picture of Abbey Road on it.

"Ey!", John points, and then squints to make sure his eyes aren't playing tricks. When he's sure they aren't, he looks at you suspiciously, "What all this? That's my band's name!"

Uh oh.

It suddenly occurs to you that perhaps interacting with your idol's past self was not a good idea. "W-well yeah, I know! O-or wait, actually-!"

But John clearly isn't listening, instead it would appear he's thinking up a new name. Perhaps The Quarry Men isn't so bad?

Suddenly, the text on your shirt starts to flicker, and "The Beatles" starts to morph into something else... It only takes you a second to realize what's happening, and you snap into action.

"No no no!", You wave your hands in front him, "Don't do that! Look, it is your band! See, this is you, and Paul, and George, and-"

John squints again and leans in very close. In any other circumstance, you'd be quite excited indeed. It's hard to see anything on the beat up tee however, but... He'd recognize Paul's profile and Ringo's big old hooter anywhere.

He gaze shoots back up to you, and now it's his turn to be wordless and in disbelief, "How?", is about all he can manage.

Well... The truth can't hurt, right? "I-I don't know, alright? And you wouldn't believe me anyway..."

Suddenly, John seems extremely interested, "Well hey now, don't be like that! Are you um, are you a fortune teller?", he creeps a little closer, lowering his voice, "D-do you know if me and the lads make it in the end?"

You freeze a moment, "Make it...?"

"Well yeah, you know... Do we hit it big? We must if shite like that's going around!", he points excitedly to your shirt

You release the breath you'd been holding. Thankfully, it seems he's forgotten the little matter of you thinking he'd been dead. Well, only because... He is. And George....

Hopefully you won't have to touch that topic. Besides, right now you need to figure out how to get back to your time. Although...

Surely it wouldn't hurt to spend a little time with your idol

"Do you? Do you ever!", You light up, unable to mask your excitement, "You guys become the biggest band in the world!"

John's eyes go wide as saucers, and whether it's because he feels you have some credit, or because simply wants to believe, he seems to take you at your word. Suddenly, he grabs onto your wrist, "Come on then! We need to tell the lads!"

And with that, the two of you race on.

#the beatles #john lennon #time travel au

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volfoss · 3 years ago

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ships to rate: bruabba and gyjo? maybe even yasugap if you're up for it

ok ur about to see such a long post its nto even gonna be funny, tldr i love them all

also gonna put a fic i really like for them if ive read one/ a fic idea i wanna write plus maybe ranting, this is not coherent but my spelling isnt too bad

post under cut bc its very long

Bruabba:

my loves my lifes

they r so soft for each other

the fucking rain scene when bruno extends his umbrella

and how bruno is like trying to hold back his emotions post abba dying

in case its not super obvious by the sheer volume of bruabba content i reblog this is one of my otps

ALSO the fucking boat scene where abba pretty much is like yeah ur home bruno

ajdskjghdsgjk

hc that they r meeting up in the afterlife w nara and having a good time (also read a phenomenal fic about it that ill link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33118039 it is emotionally fucking me up days later <3)

dads dads dads but bruno is the caring dad that just gets you and takes care of you in the most gentle way and will sacrifice himself over and over again to see u happy and abba is the sitting in the armchair and u sneak in like 2 minutes past ur curfew ur busted but i was also worried about you

these two men own my whole heart (also my ao3 history i exclusively am reading bruabba and dadbacchio)

i have so so many thoughts toward them like yeah i just love them so much

i will never ever not write them as in love

t4t and bi4bi

every single canon thing about them makes me so soft but i think what makes me softest is just how its so clear that they rely on each other in situations

fanon interpretation rant rq:

but how some ppl really interpret them so ooc that its just like bruno mommy and abba cares about literally none of their kids (explanation on the mommy thing is bc most of things that do that are weird bc they really r treating bruno like a single parent who is raising the gang on his own and thats all when abba is literally there and caring about ppl (ie the purple haze incident w giorno, like he wasnt the most nice in his wording but why else would he be like hi move away from the danger if he didnt care??)

ppl also just tend to not really do the separation between how abba acts around others and how he acts towards bruno and has him being kinda aggressive towards him for literally no reason when they r literally so soft w each other

and also they r both so fucking pretty and i am in love with them both

if i think about them too long i will combust and i am blaming u solely for that one

ship dynamic of savior x savior bc they both really did save each other and i love them sm

fic ideas for them r they both live and leave passione and take their kids w them <3 (gang would crumble but thats not my problem)

ok also another hc that i have for them is that bruno will buy larger sweaters and wear them and give them to abba if hes having a rough time, they have a shared closet imo

10/10 ship

Gyjo:

OK OK OK

FEELINGS ON MAX

these guys r also my beloved but in a depressed x very happy but hiding depression way

the the fuckingn way that gyro ltierally risks everything in the ringo roadagain fight to save jognny

and the way that johnny is literally fucking broken post gyro persiheing and adopts his speech pattern a bit and ugh

I am obsessed w gyjo but i think the funniest crack ship is poly but w diego and they all fucking suffer (fic that sold me on that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22887796/chapters/54705517)

i cannot find the one fic that i really loved for them but needless to say i am soft w them living and just being together

update i found it: its a modern au and really really sweet! https://archiveofourown.org/works/31821940/chapters/78780595

one day ill actually write the fic idea i had for them which was basically they live and they dont sell the land they got from the sugar mountain arc and johnny wanted to start somewhere fresh anyways and gyro adopts marco and they make a lil log cabin and have a nice rest of their lives

i am a massive sucker for their ship

ALSO how johnny is always laughing at gyros jokes

smth i wish we got more of in canon were those moments where they just chilled and talked and had those kinda interactions

fandom complaining time!! the fucking way that some ppl just really take the gyro funny and johnny submissive trope is like my biggest pet peeve. did they not read sbr?? did they not see the multiple times that johnny has murdery eyes? i think personally its ppl infantilizing him a lot and it makes me really frustrated

ok also a fic that really really fills me desire for a they all live and everyone is happy is this one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22812394

i love them sm but unfortunately cannot have coherent thoughts about them :(

10/10 ship

Yasugap:

gonna start this out w saying i did mildly speedread through jojolion so i dont have as many big screamy thoughts

BUT!!! them!!!!!

their canon interactions r the cutest thing and even if they werent, id ship it solely to spite joshu

josuke is a million trillion times better for yasuho (not just bc of how joshu is a fucking freak and is absolutely the worst i would run him over with a dump truck)

i really like how they both r so happy around each other but i think my favorite scene w them is when yasuho has to explain to josuke that hes crying and hes just like :') yeah

but they have so so many cute moments and the ending makes them the only couple to make it out of this list

i love how yasuho is just like willing to drop anything to help him and how they help each other out a lot during the whole time (if im remembering right?)

their dynamic is just 2 sweethearts

also love the moment that hes like look away yasuho :) then proceeds to beat a man up

they r canon (as is everyone else sorry <3)

i dont read a lot of part 8 fic since i need to reread it to properly understand the plot post like chapter 65? so i dont have any recs or complaints

BUT i do have a few hcs!!

i think yasuho would get josuke matching phone straps or phone cases

and when they move in together, i think they would raise sugar gliders (or potentially kidnap squirrels from the local park)

i love all of yasuho and josukes interactions but oh man every time that josukes past gets brought up i do start bawling

they both mean the world to me and how their romance is just built on such a clear foundation of trust and care it makes me so soft

they both give off such dog ppl energy tho and i love that for them

ALSO ok the way that yasuho helps josuke w his memory and is always there for him

i will never ever ever get over them

but i think one of my favorite scenes is the one right at the beginning where she gives josuke his name and how that plays into the rest of the story with him discovering his identity but still clinging to the one that she gave him since it was him, he wasnt just kira or josefumi he was josuke

10/10

if i think about them anymore i will start sobbing, the last chapter wrapped every last thing up so well and im so so glad that it did

#vento aureo spoilers #sbr spoilers #jjl spoilers #asks #wholesome mutuals

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mithranqueersmusings · 4 years ago

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Three’s a Crowd

Chapter: 1/1

Rating: E (Smut Warning)

Summary: The boys get high and get a little carried away.

Tags: Smut, Foursome

Pairing: George/Ringo/Paul/John

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Ringo wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been staring at George for, but it must've been long enough that it was starting to get a little strange.

"What?" George asked rather bluntly, slight panic behind his eyes.

Ringo managed to shake himself out of whatever daze he was falling into, forcing a smile to his friend and straightening his posture somewhat.

"Sorry..." Ringo chuckled "Just spacing out a bit, this is strong stuff."

John laughed from the other side of the room, Ringo turned his head far too quickly and his vision blurred a little. It felt like he'd jumped forward in time, hardly being able to remember anything that had happened leading up to where he was now. There were still several lines cut out on the table, a crumpled up bank note beside them ready for whoever needed it, a solid reminder of exactly why he felt like this.

"Not gonna pass out on us, are you Rings?" John asked with a grin, he was sitting on the arm of the sofa besides Paul despite the fact that many seats were free.

"Fucking hope not." Ringo fished around in his pockets for a cigarette, something to perk him up a little but he couldn't find any.

"Here." Paul said without much hesitation, chucking a dwindling packet into Ringo's lap.

Ringo smiled in thanks, finding it difficult to still his hand completely to take out a cigarette but managing all the same. Rooting around for a lighter, Ringo was unsuccessful in his search yet again and looked around at the others for some assistance. It was difficult to tell exactly how intoxicated everyone was, especially when Ringo was far from sober, but the vacant look in each of their eye's was enough to go off. Paul and John didn't even seem to notice Ringo's gaze on them, both staring off into space with Paul's head gently leaning against John's arm. Ringo turned his eyes to George who took a few seconds to register why Ringo hadn't lit the cigarette hanging off his lips, so he got up and inched a few steps closer with his lighter in hand. At first Ringo wasn't entirely sure why George didn't just pass it to him, but he was mostly glad because he wasn't sure his fingers would be capable of such a complex task, nor did he suspect any of their brain's were functioning properly at this moment.

"Thanks." Ringo mumbled, still gripping the cigarette between his lips as George bent down slightly to light it.

George's pupils were immensely dilated, as though his eyes hadn't been dark enough already, they took on an entirely new appearance now. It took a few moments to get the lighter to work, evidently George wasn't as capable as he'd expected himself to be. Ringo looked up at him with a sympathetic look but found himself a little startled when he managed to focus on his face; his eyebrows knitted together in concentration and a sharp canine slightly biting into his lip as he repeatedly tried to get the lighter to work. The moment only lasted for a few seconds, Ringo wasn't entirely sure why he was looking at George so differently now but luckily the cigarette was lit and George moved away before he could think too much of it. Maybe he had taken a little too much, that would explain why his heart had suddenly started maniacally beating in his chest, surely.

"Round two?" John asked with a clap of his hands, startling Paul somewhat who lifted his head off of John immediately.

"We're way past round two, John." George laughed, Ringo swore his voice sounded deeper.

John was already kneeling beside the table again, his eyes twitching somewhat "Whatever, whatever..." Was all he muttered before snorting up another line eagerly, a smile spreading across his face immediately afterwards "Anyone else?"

Ringo looked at the other two somewhat warily, he felt pretty good already and it was getting into dangerous territory now, but he couldn't deny he wanted just that little bit more. Paul scooted down beside John and repeated the action, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out an exhale. John had to help him stand back up, although Ringo wasn't sure that was entirely the truth because even after sitting back down Paul still had his fingers wrapped around John's bicep. George raised an eyebrow at Ringo, nodding his head to ask whether he wanted to go first.

"I dunno..." Ringo sighed "Might be taking it a little too far."

John scoffed "Oh come off it. You're fine."

George didn't say a word, just shifted past Ringo and knelt down beside the table. As he moved he brushed against Ringo ever so slightly, and he almost flinched in response. He must've just been getting a little jumpy, that was all...

"Don't bully him." Paul practically mumbled, his eyes still shut.

"Bully? Why I never." John's voice shifted, far lower than it had been previously as he looked down at Paul with a devilish grin.

George threw himself onto the sofa beside Ringo, letting his head fall backwards as his tongue ran slowly over his front teeth. Ringo let out a small noise, he wasn't entirely sure where it had come from but he was just glad nobody seemed to take notice. He found himself staring at George again, his eyes shut in bliss as his tongue continued to move out across his top lip. He'd never seen George look like this before, had he? He looked good, dark hair and sharp features. George began opening his eyes slowly and Ringo immediately pulled his eyes away, moving himself quickly in front of the table to do another line. Maybe this was a bad idea, but he had to quieten whatever this voice in the back of his mind was trying to tell him. His nose had practically become numb, he could hardly even feel the powder shooting up his nose. Standing up a little too quickly, he almost lost his balance and felt himself falling backwards slightly but George's hand moved up to steady him.

"You alright?" George asked, his fingers gripping around Ringo's wrist with his other palm flat against his back.

Ringo let out a weak laugh "Yeah, yeah..." He steadied his footing and managed to regain somewhat steady vision but almost stumbled again when he saw what was happening in front of him.

John had pushed Paul further onto the sofa, pressing his body flat against him, capturing his mouth loosely in a heated kiss. Part of Ringo wasn't even surprised, he'd had suspicions for a long time that something had been going on between the two of them but he'd never actually seen anything. It was a beautiful sight, Ringo couldn't deny, with John's hand loosely wrapped around Paul's neck as he submitted completely.

"What the fuck." George breathed out, his fingers still tightly grasping Ringo's wrist.

Paul's eyes opened for a moment, seeing his two bandmates staring in complete shock made him chuckle. John didn't lose focus for a second, wedging his leg between Paul's own and deepening the kiss. Paul let out a soft moan in response and Ringo felt his legs giving way, he fell back onto the sofa unable to take his eyes away. George was still holding onto Ringo, his slim fingers pressed against the bare skin.

"Er- Guys?" Ringo spoke a little louder, as though volume had been the problem and it seemed to shake George a little as he suddenly let go and shifted a little further away.

John let out a huff, finally turning his head to face them "Can't you see that I'm busy?"

"Do you have to do that now?" George sounded agitated, he'd folded his arms across his chest in an attempt to look intimidating but his words were slurred.

Paul let out a needy whine, Ringo's mouth dropped open slightly upon hearing it, he still hadn't been able to drag his eyes away. John looked back at the desperate man below him and grinned, Ringo had expected him to just carry on even more intensely than before but instead he stood up and started making his way over to the two of them, he had a dark look in his eyes. George looked a little frightened as John inched closer towards him, Ringo hadn't even noticed that Paul had started moving too.

"Give us a drag." Paul almost whispered, gesturing to the cigarette Ringo had completely forgotten he was even holding.

Ringo took a moment before he even registered what was happening, opened his mouth to utter a reply but Paul was already sliding into his lap like they'd done this a thousand times before. He took the cigarette from Ringo's fingers and inhaled deeply, his lips looking irresistibly soft and inviting. Ringo knew none of them were acting entirely rationally, the drugs had gone to all of their heads but that didn't make the feeling any less real. Paul was practically straddling Ringo, blowing the smoke out directly into Ringo's face and smiling down at him. His mind was barely capable of thinking, his body was making all the decisions for him as his hand moved up to rub gently against Paul's slim hips which seemed like the right thing to do because Paul leaned in closer and pressed a gentle kiss against Ringo's jaw.

"Fuck..." George breathed out, Ringo assumed he was reacting to the sight of him and Paul but he was completely mistaken.

John was on his knees in front of George, pressing kisses and nibbling lightly up his slim thighs drawing closer and closer to his cock. Ringo wasn't entirely sure exactly when George had discarded his trousers and boxers, but the sight was more than enough to stir something inside him. For a brief moment, George and Ringo's eyes met and they shared a look of both confusion and sheer ecstasy as they both allowed themselves to be pleasured by their equally intoxicated bandmates. Ringo's attention was quickly pulled away when Paul began kissing his lips, moving far beyond the previous gentle ones and becoming far more animalistic and desperate with his tongue pushing past Ringo's compliant lips. Had he been sober, Ringo probably would've been freaking out by this point, but his mind was in a dense haze of pleasure and all he could do was enjoy the feeling. Ringo found his hands were roaming, one gripping the flesh of Paul's arse and the other wrapping around the back of his neck. Paul let out quiet moans as they explored one another, neither holding back.

They weren't the only two enjoying themselves, John had started to swallow down George's erection with ease. Wanton moans and sighs of desperation poured out of George's mouth, they sounded absolutely godly and Ringo found himself getting more and more aggressive as he kissed Paul, biting at his lips and digging his fingers into his soft skin. Ringo wasn't sure how long this had been going on for, but eventually Paul pulled away with a very satisfied smile and settled down beside John who's eyes were beginning to water. Neither of them communicated, as though they knew exactly what the other was planning on doing, as John pulled his mouth off of George for a moment and began focusing on his balls whilst Paul shifted on his knees to begin taking the head of George's cock in his mouth.

"Jesus." George almost yelled at the overstimulation, his eyes shooting open as he directed his gaze over to Ringo, who was feeling a little left out "Come here."

George pulled Ringo towards him without further hesitation, his fingers sinking into his hair as their lips crashed together somewhat messily. It was different to kissing Paul, Ringo couldn't deny that something about George was far more appealing as he deepened the kiss without a second thought. As much as Ringo would've happily enjoyed the view of Paul and John practically fighting to get their mouths around George, being able to get his hands and mouth on him himself was more than enough. George couldn't stop himself from moaning into Ringo's open mouth, the sounds were pure filth as he began clawing at Ringo's back in an attempt to ground himself somewhat. Ringo felt like he was ready to pass out, everything was just intensified and bordering on overwhelming but he managed to keep his focus by honing on on the way George felt, the way he smelt and those delicious noises pouring out of his mouth.

"Can I snort a line off your cock?" John asked, breaking the cacophony of curses and moans as all of them let out an abrupt laugh.

George pulled away from Ringo for a moment with a grin "Don't be fucking absurd, John."

"Suit yourself." John scoffed, his lips plump and wet, turning his attention away from the three of them and back to the table.

"Maybe we ought to slow down." Ringo suggested, his fingers still buried deep in George's hair.

John just smiled "What're you so afraid of, Rings?"

Paul wasn't paying any attention to the conversation, still masterfully working his mouth up and down George's length and continuing to draw out those sultry noises that Ringo was enjoying so much. Was he afraid? Afraid probably wasn't the right word, cautious would've been more fitting; there was a possibility that they could take this too far. It was difficult to be level-headed at this point in time though, with George looking up at Ringo with those half-lidded eyes and lips just waiting to be claimed. It was even more difficult when John was closing the space between them, lowering Ringo onto his back and biting at his earlobe. Ringo allowed himself to be moved like this, welcoming the weight of John on top of him as hastily his clothes were being thrown to the other side of the room.

"I wanna fuck you, Ringo. Would you like that?" John practically growled in his ear, licking the sharp line of his jaw to punctuate his words.

The words were impossible not to moan at, and Ringo couldn't deny that there was some aching tension growing in his body that was desperately in need of releasing. Had John done this before? It was probably best not to get caught up in the logic of the whole situation. Ringo hadn't even computed that he hadn't answered but when John thrust his own erection down onto Ringo's groin, he practically screamed out a response.

"Yes! Fuck, yes..." Ringo barely recognised his own voice, sounding so needy and desperate.

John let out a low chuckle and quickly set to work, discarding Ringo's boxers carelessly and lowering himself further down the sofa which was definitely overcrowded at this point. Ringo looked over to George who was coming completely undone, sweating slightly as his hair stuck to his forehead and his fingers gripping achingly at the sofa to contain himself. Paul was managing to take all of George in his mouth, gagging slightly when he got the base but never pulling off too quickly. When he finally did slide his mouth off, strands of saliva fell from his mouth down onto George's bare skin. The sight should've been repulsive, Ringo knew that, but everything about it was entirely alluring to him, particularly how Paul never stopped to clean himself up but eagerly wrapped his lips around George once more.

"Paul, shit..." George panted "Stop, stop, I'm gonna cum."

Paul practically purred at the thought, for a moment it appeared that he wasn't going to stop at all but eventually he pulled off with a filthy sound. George looked ready to burst, his eyebrows knitted together tightly as he tried to catch his breath. Paul wiped his mouth carelessly on the back of his sleeve, his eyes still dark with lust.

"My turn." Paul smiled almost sweetly, undoing his belt and letting his trousers fall down to his ankles.

Before Ringo could get too comfortable staring at his friends, he felt John's tongue making its way up the inside of his thigh. His whole body felt far too hot, but the last thing he was going to do was turn back now. He'd never experienced something like this before, he couldn't deny he was a little fearful about the whole arrangement but he felt safe being at the mercy of John. His tongue inched closer and closer until finally flicking across Ringo's hole, he let out a quiet gasp at the contact. It was completely alien, but he liked it.

On the other end of the sofa, Paul had pulled George's mouth onto his own aching erection, his delicate fingers tracing the sharp lines of George's jaw as he tentatively sucked him. The sight was excruciating, watching George's lips stretched around Paul like that, taking it as far as he could before he started to gag. It was beautiful, beyond arousing. As George grew considerably more comfortable, managing to take more of Paul's length each time, Paul began to shallowly thrust into George's mouth.

All the while John had been working Ringo open with his tongue, it was the dirtiest Ringo had ever felt but he loved it. John groaned eagerly as he pressed his tongue inside, his hand lazily keeping Ringo's erection, as though he were enjoying this more than receiving it.

Ringo wanted to throw his head back, to close his eyes and focus on the sheer pleasure spreading through his body, but he would never forgive himself if he missed the sight of Paul fucking George's mouth. Exactly how George wasn't breaking off in a coughing fit, Ringo didn't know, perhaps he'd underestimated the experience of his friends. Paul's moans were sweet, high-pitched and almost melodic as he continued to thrust in and out of George's willing mouth.

"You ready?" John asked, snapping Ringo's attention away so quickly his vision blurred a little "I'm gonna finger you now, just relax... Let me know if you want to stop."

Ringo just nodded, incapable of forming any coherent sentence in his mind let alone being able to speak it. He felt John's index finger circling his wet hole, tentatively pressing inside very slowly to allow Ringo to adjust to the peculiar finger. He let out a long exhale, consciously having to force himself to relax his muscles to allow John further entry.

"That's it." John spoke soothingly "Being so good for me, Ringo."

The words reassured Ringo somewhat, he tried to focus his attention on George over anything else. He couldn't deny that he wished George was the one touching him, pressing inside of him. Jesus, where was this all coming from? Paul had picked up a more brutal speed, holding the back of George's head as he snapped his hips forward.

"Fuuuuck, I'm getting close." Paul groaned "Wanna spill down that pretty throat of yours, George... But I don't wanna finish just yet."

George moaned around Paul's cock, his hands gripping desperately to his slim hips so tightly his nails had started to leave marks. After a few more thrusts, Paul pulled out entirely, the same strands of saliva connecting his arousal to George's puffed lips. Ringo groaned, both at the sight and at the feeling of John's fingers being thrust all the way inside of him. The noise seemed to attract the attention of the other two, who shakily made their way over to the other side of the sofa.

"Doesn't he look pretty, boys?" John asked as he picked up the pace ever so slightly.

He didn't get an immediate reaction, both of them taking the moment to perk themselves up with another line, but eventually they crowded around him hungrily.

"Fucking hell, Ringo." George panted, his hands immediately cupping his face.

Ringo felt completely exposed, Paul knelt down beside him and began wanking him slowly, careful not to overwhelm him. John gently pushed another finger inside, making sure to continue spitting on his hole to keep him lubed up, causing Ringo to throw his head back further into George's hands.

"Getting ready for my cock, eh?" John sped up once more, scissoring his fingers inside and pulling a long groan from Ringo.

George muffled the sound, pressing his lips once again against Ringo's, his tongue pushing forward without hesitation as he practically swallowed every noise Ringo made. Paul kept his slow rhythm, pulling John closer so they could share another heated kiss. Ringo's mind was blank, thinking nothing at all but only feeling, feeling the intense pleasure from so many areas of his body. John pressed in another finger, Ringo wasn't sure how he was even capable of taking so much at once.

"Doing so fucking good." John moaned, nibbling down Paul's neck "Can't wait to fuck this tight arse."

Ringo pulled away from George for a moment, staring into the darkness of his eyes "I want you..." He whispered, so gently he wasn't sure anyone had heard it.

"What?" George's eyes lit up slightly.

"I-Fuck... I want you to fuck me." Ringo stuttered, unable to stop the moans from tearing through his words.

George kissed him deeply once more, biting down on his lip passionately before pulling away completely. John looked a little confused as George tried to take his place, but didn't take too long to understand what was happening. Ringo whined at the sudden loss of fingers inside him, feeling terribly empty. Paul was back in John's lap, biting at his neck and thrusting down onto his thigh, moaning desperately.

"You sure about this?" George asked, the concern clear in his voice as he lined himself up.

Ringo went to nod, never being so sure of anything in his life before John brashly interrupted.

"No, no, no. That won't do." John waved his hand flippantly, the other gripping into Paul's arse "Give us a fucking show."

Ringo looked completely lost "How'd you mean?"

John chuckled, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world "Ride him. I wanna see you fuck yourself on his cock."

George looked over to Ringo for some confirmation, his eyes still wide in confusion and now shock. Ringo wouldn't even know where to start with such an idea, but now wasn't the time to start thinking. George licked his bottom lip, enough of a signal to Ringo that he wanted to follow John's demand. Ringo just nodded, not entirely sure exactly what he was agreeing to, then George lay down flat further up on the sofa and brought Ringo down onto his lap. John was watching over them hungrily, his mouth slightly open as he let out small moans as Paul continued to play with his cock, chasing his own pleasure by riding John's thigh.

Ringo looked at George for some reassurance as he picked himself up, lining his entrance up with George's cock. In response, George interlaced his fingers with Ringo's, it was a tender gesture, far more intimate than anything that had happened previously, and it made Ringo relax to an extent. Slowly he lowered himself down, gripping George's hand tighter than he wanted to but it helped relieve the pain somewhat. Luckily the pain was fleeting, as he found himself relaxing around every inch of George the pleasure only grew exponentially.

"Fucking hell." Ringo sighed, scrunching his eyes closed as he gradually managed to take every inch.

George let a long, drawn out moan, his hand gripping Ringo's thigh. Ringo managed to keep his eyes open, the pure bliss he saw on George's face was enough motivation to get him to start moving. It felt so different to John's fingers, far more thick and far more pleasurable. Ringo managed to keep himself steady as he rose himself up once more, feeling himself stretching around George's thickness, lowering himself back down again with a sharp exhale.

"Taking it so well, Ringo." John encouraged, his thumb being eagerly sucked on by Paul "You look gorgeous."

Ringo felt ready to pass out, but he focused his attention on creating a steady rhythm and before long he was riding George like he'd done it many times in the past. The sounds in the room were completely obscene, George a complete mess of sweat and moans as he watched Ringo in awe, Ringo was desperately trying to control his breathing but kept rambling out curses. Paul seemed to be getting impatient, the friction from John's thigh clearly wasn't enough to satisfy his itch which wasn't surprising considering John's attention seemed to be entirely on Ringo and George. After a few more needy whines from Paul he got up from John's lap entirely and made his way to the head of the sofa, running his hand over George's body as he moved, before pulling his head back so that his lips were aligned with his aching length.

"Not fair you get to have all the fun." Paul smirked, running his finger around George's lip loosely before slowly pressing himself inside.

George took it without question, stretching his neck back further to get a better angle as he moaned around Paul's cock. Ringo felt his rhythm stuttering at the sight, but he didn't have to worry for long because soon John was pressed up against his back planting kisses across his skin and muttering soothing words. The whole thing was completely debauched, each one of them desperate for more pleasure no matter where they got it from. Paul began repeating his earlier actions, fucking himself in and out of George's mouth but being considerably gentler this time, he looked ready to burst and doubtless didn't want it to be over so soon.

"Tell me how it feels." John whispered to Ringo, his teeth grazing across sensitive spots.

Ringo let out a deep groan "Feels fucking amazing..." Was all he could manage to conjure.

John chuckled "You want more?"

"More?" Ringo questioned, he wasn't sure if he was misunderstanding because he was too far gone or John was genuinely being confusing.

John pressed his finger around Ringo's stretched hole then brought it up to Ringo's mouth who eagerly began sucking on it "More."

Ringo was almost certain John had lost it, he'd gone completely off the deep end. There was no way he could fit anything else inside, was there? John seemed desperate to find out, as he removed his now wet finger from Ringo's mouth and cautiously pressed it past the stressed ring of muscle. Ringo was about to protest, to tell John to pull it out, but his mind was silenced by the pleasure. He cursed himself for never trying anything like this sooner, but he supposed he was more than making up for lost time. John sucked on Ringo's earlobe as he thrust the finger in and out, matching the sloppy motions of Ringo's hips.

"Think you could take another cock up there?" John sounded ecstatic, already pressing another finger inside "Really stretch you out."

"I-I dunno." Ringo hissed at the entry, it took every fibre in his body not to just lose it completely "I don't think I can..."

John shushed him, gently, and began sucking on his neck in an attempt to relax Ringo. George's moans were getting ridiculously loud, even muffled with Paul's cock in his throat, feeling John's fingers alongside himself inside Ringo. Suddenly John removed the fingers and forced them back into Ringo's mouth to wet them, he moaned around them desperately before soaking them in his saliva as best he could, and before long John was fitting three of his fingers alongside George's cock. If anyone even touched Ringo's erection at this point, he would've exploded, he'd never felt this good in his entire life.

"I think you're ready, baby." John moaned, removing his fingers carefully and teasing with the head of his cock "You ready for this?"

Ringo couldn't even think of a response, he just allowed himself to be lowered further down onto George's chest as he felt John ready to push inside him. Paul looked down at the two of them, his hips stuttering violently and making George gag.

"Fuck..." Paul was clearly getting close "You're not seriously doing that, are you?"

John just winked at him, holding onto Ringo's hip gently and pressing himself inside. Ringo saw stars, the humour of this was completely lost on him in the moment. How he wasn't being ripped in half right now was beyond him, he almost came at the feeling of himself being stretched so far. Somehow Paul seemed more affected than anyone, his eyes barely able to stay open as he picked up his speed fucking George's mouth.

"Gonna fucking cum, George." Paul warned, his hand cupping George's face almost romantically "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Paul's hips jerked a few more times, spilling himself entirely down George's throat who was somehow able to take it without falling into a coughing fit. He remained in that position for a few moments, catching his breath and most likely returning to full consciousness, before taking himself out of George's mouth and collapsing down onto the carpet beside the table. His dark hair was stuck to his face, yet he still managed to look beautiful. George looked ready to burst too, barely able to meet Ringo's gaze as he began thrusting upwards alongside John's slow pace. Ringo didn't even think, he lowered himself further to share a deep and messy kiss with George, he could still taste the remnants of cum in his mouth which only turned him on all the more.

"How the fuck are you managing this?" George asked when they finally broke apart, he was completely out of breath.

Ringo just laughed but it quickly melted into a moan was John spanked down hard on his cheek. Both George and John began to quicken their pace, Ringo could feel the pain returning slightly as the spit began to dry but he managed to ignore it. Paul watched hazily from the side, snorting up another line as he waited for the rest to finish, Ringo had never seen him look so satisfied. John spanked down hard once more, endless curses falling past his lips as he fucked Ringo ruthlessly.

"Not gonna lost much longer." George panted, wiping his hair away from his eyes "Fuck, you feel so good."

"I'm getting close too." John groaned "Cum with me, George. Let's fill Ringo up."

Ringo didn't protest, falling down flat onto George's chest as the two of them chased their orgasm mercilessly. The feeling was almost surreal, two of his closest friends fucking him at the same time, but he didn't want to think about it ending. Ringo wouldn't be surprised if bruises started forming in the morning from where George and John were gripping at his skin, their nails digging deep.

"Shit, shit." George moaned "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

John quickened his past as best he could, trying desperately to finish at the same time as George. George practically screamed out, biting down on Ringo's shoulder as he spilled himself deep inside. John wasn't far behind, the stuttering of George's hips being more than enough to push him over the edge as he similarly emptied himself. Ringo only wished someone had been touching him, so he could've passed that threshold with them, but it allowed him to feel their orgasms so much more completely. The three of them lay there for a few moments, panting desperately and covered in sweat. John was the first to pull out, being very careful not to hurt Ringo, collapsing down onto the end of the sofa with a heavy sigh. Ringo's legs were far too shaky to lift himself off, George had to manoeuvre his body to slide himself out gently.

"That was the sexiest thing I think I've ever seen." Paul stated, half a chuckle and half a moan.

Ringo rolled over onto his back, he could still feel how stretched he was as the cum began sliding out onto the sofa. He couldn't supress a groan at the feeling, his cock still aching for any kind of contact. It felt a little gross, he couldn't lie, but knowing that both John and George's cum was spilling out of his arse was still pretty arousing.

"Jesus..." John breathed, watching Ringo squirming in front of him "I can't believe you let us do that to you, Rings."

"Me neither." Ringo laughed, resting his head against the arm of the sofa "Now are you guys gonna let me finish or what?"

Paul hummed happily "What do you want?" He'd already positioned himself by Ringo's side, running his finger up and down his thigh.

Ringo wasn't even sure what he wanted in that moment, he just needed release "Suck me off." He hadn't meant to sound so demanding, but Paul didn't seem to mind at all.

The other two were still recovering, George had taken refuge in an armchair and John looked ready to pass out completely. Paul didn't waste any time, spitting down onto Ringo's cock and wrapping his soft lips around the head. Ringo wished he could've enjoyed it for longer, but he'd been so close to the edge for so long, it didn't take much for him to be filling Paul's mouth with this cum. Paul purred, a sound Ringo hoped he'd never forget, swallowing down every drop before removing his lips entirely with a very proud expression on his face. Ringo opened up his eyes, running his thumb across Paul's plump lips and smiling down at him.

"Strong stuff." Ringo repeated, his heart was racing.

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One Day: Fives x Reader

"Hey," you whispered, taking a seat next to your favorite ARC trooper. Things have been off lately in the 501st. Ahsoka's been gone for a while now and the boys are finally starting to pick up their momentum again. Losing their little sister wasn't easy for any of them. Today was one of the few days the 501st got a break. Just as you expected, Fives was awake before the break of dawn, waiting for the sun to rise over the Naboo country side. Having a day off on Naboo was a favorite among the boys, as it was much more laid back than Coruscant, though unfortunately, the break would soon be over and they would be shipped out later that morning.

Fives looked up at you, his legs dangling off a valley cliff facing westward. Seeing you brought a smile to his face, but he remained silent as you sat down next to him. The moment you hit the ground, your shoulder was met with his arm and the side of his head rested against yours. He closed his eyes a took a deep breath. For once, you sensed tranquility in him.

"I think we can end it," he finally spoke, his head still pressed against yours.

"End what?"

"The war. Ringo Vinda would be a huge step in the right direction and-"

You pushed your index finger against his mouth and softly shook your head, "Remember what I told you. We must take things as they come. If we shoot that high, it will only hurt if we don't achieve."

Fives closed his eyes and nodded, placing his head back where it was, "The last time I shot high, I ended up exceeding my goals," he chuckled, pressing a kiss into your cheek, "I wanted to go on a date with my General and now she's my girlfriend!"

You rolled your eyes and smiled, "Once again, the ARC outplays the Jedi."

Fives mumbled incoherently into your shoulder as his playfully pulled your body onto the ground, allowing you to lay on top of him. You hummed, letting him know you had no idea what he just said.

"Would shooting for making my general mine forever be too high of a shot?" He asked, tilting his head towards yours.

His beautiful honey brown eyes met yours and you shrugged at his question.

"I think it's worth the shot," he smiled, reaching down into his holster, "what do you say?"

You looked at him baffled for a moment before breaking eye contact and looking at the ring between his fingers. Quickly, you sat up and gasped, "Shut up."

"I'm being serious, (Y/N)."

"Fives," your voice cracked, a few tears beginning to well in your eyes. You couldn't get out any other words. You nodded rapidly at him, prompting your favorite smile. He slowly placed the ring on your finger.

"I know you always say day by day, but I don't want a day without you. Ever."

You held your hand up and admired the ring, wondering how he got enough money together for something so beautiful. The glow of the rising sun made the ring sparkle. "You did an amazing job with it," you smiled, your gaze still locked on the ring, "I just wish we could have an engagement-moon!"

Fives chuckled and puller you closer to him, "We'll get one. Someday."

You two spend the last moments of peace together watching the final minutes of the sunrise. Everything was perfect.

Before you knew it you were on a transport to Ringo Vinda with the men of the 501st. The Republic needed extra assistance on the planetary wide space station, so who else would they call besides the "elite" clone company. Fives took his helmet off and exhaled, giving you a soft grin. You looked around at the other men and noticed Tup frantically tapping his foot.

"Everything alright, Tup?" you asked, knowing damn well he wasn't one to be too on edge over a simple battle.

"Just jittery, sir," he quickly responded, diverting his attention away from you. You looked at Fives and shrugged.

The rest of the transport ride was spend sitting in a narrow hallway with the legion, sitting across from Fives. You both had your legs extended, pushing your feet together playfully.

"Ready boys?" Anakin asked as the ship landed on the top of the space station.

You winked at Fives, something you always do before a battle before hopping out of the ship.

In typical 501st fashion, you all had control of another command center soon after arrival. All in all, you were enjoying this battle. There were minimal casualties and you got to fight along side other legions and Jedi Generals.

You, Anakin, and the twin Generals, Tiplar and Tiplee, gathered in the center of the room to discuss the take over of the central command center. The plan seemed pretty straight foward, just a typical attack from all angles alone then together strategy. With all the different corridors though, this meant sperating the 501st into three groups.

"We could put Fives in command of the best troops in the legion. I'll take Appo and you can take Rex. It would be solid group split," you suggested, hating the fact that ultimately, for victory you needed to be separated from Fives for a braid moment.

"I agree," Anakin nodded, "Let's get to it. I'll let Fives know."

Putting the mission at hand in front of your attachment, you led your men towards the east corridor and began the task at hand.

"Oh maker," you mumbled as you reached central commend. Thousands of driods surrounded the Sepertist general.

"Where is everyone else?!" Appo yelled through his comlink, startling you.

As if it was on que, Anakin's and Fives' groups entered the hangar, pushing through the droids like knives through warm butter.

Appo led the men into the heat of battle as you fought your way towards Fives.

"Has any one ever told you that you're the most fantastic ARC this army's ever seen?" You smiled, deflecting blasts away from Fives.

"Well," he dodged a blast and shot down a droid, "this gorgeous Jedi tells me that all the time."

An explosion stopped you before you could respond. "I'm gonna go help them," you groaned, rushing away from Fives' side. On your way to aid the struggling men, you noticed Tup standing in the middle of the battle field, frozen. "C'mon Tup!" You yelled as you ran past him.

Fives turned his head to your direction to make sure you made it to the other side safely when he saw the unthinkable. "Tup!" he screamed as he watched his brother shoot down General Tiplar, then point his blaster towards you. "Tup, stop" he screamed louder, lunging towards him as he managed to get one blast right into your shoulder.

You muttered an explicit then turned around, seeing Fives laying on top of Tup and not too far away, Tiplar's body.

"What the kriff?!" you spit through your teeth with venom, wincing at the pain in your shoulder.

Before you could get an explanation on what happened, Anakin commanded retreat and everyone fell back into that command room you gained control of previously.

After settling Tup with Kix and Rex, Fives rushed to your side and knelt down next to the step you were sitting on, "Are you okay?"

"You were in charge of him, Fives!" you whined moving your body slowly away from his.

Fives glanced up to make sure there wasn't anyone near you, "Cyare, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. You're not in too much pain, right?"

You shook your head, "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay and just as confused as you are," he placed his hands on your thigh and tapped, "He's a good friend of both of us. We'll figure this out." He got up and went back over to Fives to check on Tup. You grinned as you watched him walk away. Every time you see him in his full ARC armor, you notice he walks with more confidence, which you find beyond attractive. Once he was out of your line of sight, you closed your eyes to do some quick meditation, thinking maybe the force could guide you through Tup.

Internal Conflict, huh, you thought to your self, wondering what could have caused it. Without thinking, you walked up to the room where Tup was being held.

"Tup, has everything been al-"

You were cut off by Tup lunging at you, yelling inaudibly. Fives quickly sprung between you and Tup to protect you and pushed Tup onto the ground. Your lover turned around, with worry in his eyes. Still shocked with what happened, you retreated back into the command room, asking for Kix to come with.

"You need to bring him to the Jedi Council," you explained to Kix, "unless you can find something that's wrong."

Kix scrunched his forehead, "I'm not sure General. They don't train you for something like this. Maybe a trip to Kamino might be a better idea. Besides, they know clone anatomy better than anyone."

"That works, but (Y/N), we need to get you to the Jedi Council," Anakin butted in. He stopped you before you could give a reason not to, "We can't let that get infected."

"I am just as much as general here as you are!"

"The 501st is going to be on leave after this battle. You won't be without us long!" Fives chimed in, giving you a wink, "what boys? We have maybe two more rotations left on this piece of junk!"

After enough begging, you finally complied...until you noticed Appo was escorting you to your ship. "I thought Fives was escorting me back to Coruscant," you noted, stopping in your tracks.

"I'm sorry, General. But Fives was ordered to return to Kamino with Tup."

You pressed your lips together, "Oh! Well I forgot to give him his blaster back! I'll be right back!"

Appo looked at you confused, "General, what blaster?"

"Yes," you nodded, rushing back to the command room. You made you way to Fives and pulled him out of the room, trying to keep your action on the down low.

"I know, I know. I wanted to escort you but-" you cut him off with a kiss, moving your hands up the back of his head and softly tugging at his hair. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You pulled back slightly.

"Please stay safe," you murmured, giving him a gentle kiss.

He trailed his kisses across your cheek and stopped at your ear and whispered, "Anything for you cyare."

You pulled him in for a passionate hug, "I need to get going."

"Hey, you need to be safe too. That was a pretty damn good kiss, better not be the last!"

"Fives," you sighed, "Don't say that."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

As you walked away to the ship, you glanced back at Fives, assuring yourself that it would be okay. Right now, the only thing you wanted was for your arm to heal for you could get back to the battlefield with Fives. But in that moment, the best thing you could look forward too is sleeping in your Jedi Temple quarters again.

The next morning, you woke up and immediately looked at your holopad, hoping to see a new message from Fives. Nothing. Only a message from Jesse, asking if you would like to join the boys at 79's that night.

"Guess Ringo Vinda ended sooner than I thought," you thought to yourself, getting ready for the day.

Once nightfall hit, you began to get ready for a night of fun. As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, there was a knock of panic on your quarters door. It was Anakin.

"Have you heard from Fives?!" He said in a rush, bursting into your room with Rex.

You gave them a confused look, "I actually haven't. Figured he was exhausted from the mission. Is everything alright?"

Anakin stopped, "You haven't heard anything?"

"Guys, what's going on?" You asked, concern in your voice.

"Sit down," Anakin sighed sitting on the edge of your bed, "look, Rex and I know about you and Fives. We think you can help."

"Help with what?"

Anakin and Rex looked at each other, then at you, "Fives tried to kill the chancellor and he's on the run. We think maybe you can talk to him."

You looked at them in shock, "you can't be right."

"She was supposed to be here already," Jesse noted, taking another sip of his drink.

"I'm okay with that. Gives us more time to think of what we are going to tell her," Kix replied, "besides, she won't believe us."

Jesse chuckled, "that would be a first."

"Anyway, I'm going to head to the 'fresher. I don't care if she has the hots for Fives, I still need to look presentable in front of her!"

"Keep dreaming," Jesse snorted, taking another sip of his drink.

Kix rolled his eyes and made his way to the refresher. Just as he began to check for any imperfections, the door opened.

"Looks like the 501st is back on Coruscant," the clone said, approaching.

"Yeah, the craziest thing happened on Ringo Vinda," Kix responded, turning to face to clone.

"I know," he mumbled, taking off his hat, revealing his identity.

"Fives?!"

"I'm so sorry Kix," you sighed, "I was almost ready to go but something came up with Fives and i-"

"I know. I'm sending over coordinates right now. He wants you to meet him there," Kix informed you, sending over the coordinates.

"Thank you Kix," you softly smiled into the comlink after turning it off. You turned to head out of the crowded bar but stopped, looking back at Kix. He looked at you with sympathy, yet you could sense his hurt. Fives was hurting, hurting enough to effect his closest brothers.

"Good luck," he mouthed out before motioning you off.

You gave him a half assed smile and took off, desperate to find your lover. On the way to the coordinates, your mind was blank. Not a single thought racing. That was the only way you could get through this confusing nightmare.

The coordinates weren't anything much. Just an old abandoned hangar in the lower levels. With some hesitation, you leaped off your speeder and entered the hangar. Though you couldn't see him, you sensed his presence.

"Fives?" You called out, slowly making your way deeper into the hanger.

"Oh cyare," he sighed behind you, throwing his body into yours. He deepened the embrace and nuzzled his head into your neck, "please believe me."

"Of course I trust you, love," you whispered, running your fingers down his spine. You frowned slightly at the sight of his missing hair. There had to be a story behind it, but you didn't want to probe. Becides, hair grows back. "Fives, what happened?"

He struggled to get words out without weeping, "can we go find some cheap motel to lay down and talk. I just want to hold you close, lay under blankets and explain everything. I'd feel safer there, I'd-"

You pressed two fingers against his lips, "anything you need, we'll make it happen. I promi-"

"FIVES! Let her go!" Screamed Anakin from across the room, Rex accompanying him.

Anakin used the force to rip you out of Fives' arms and towards him. "Fives, how can we trust you alone with her after what you did."

"Anakin!" You yelled, slapping his hand and rushing towards Fives. Anakin couldn't let that happen. He scrambled to the closest control panel and activated a ray shield, making it impossible to reach Fives. "Fives, explain yourself." Anakin demanded, getting a look of rage from you.

"There's a big plan!" Fives began to rant, "A plan to kill the Jedi! It's in the mind of every clone! The chancellor told me. This is bigger than anyone could imagine. You've got to believe me!"

"Fives, why try to assassinate the chancellor?" Anakin asked as calm as possible, ignoring your attempts to break free of the ray sheild.

Before he could explain himself, Commander Fox and his battalion barged into the hangar, weapons drawn. "Surrender Fives!" Fox yelled, getting closer to Fives.

"No no no!" Fives screamed, holding up the pistol he managed to sneak off your belt while he was hugging you.

"FIVES PUT IT DOWN!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, fearing the worst.

Fives looked at you, then back at Fox, then back at you, but it was too late. As his eyes made contact with you again, a single shot went straight into his chest. The pistol dropped to the floor, and not long after Fives.

You screamed his name in agony as Rex and Anakin rushed to his side. Rex cradled Fives as you watched in horror behind the ray shield.

"Get her out of there," Anakin commanded to Fox.

As Fox shot your ray shield down, Fives looked up at Rex, gasping for air, but managed to get out, "Take care of her for me. Please."

The second you were free from the shield, you ran to your lovers limp body. Rex quickly handed him over to you. Tears trickled from your face as you began to stroke his cheek.

"Fives, Fives, listen to me," you struggled to get out. "Hang in there, you're going to be okay. We're going to be okay." You held up your hand with the engagement ring. "See, we're going to have our someday, together. And that someday is super soon and, and, and." You kept rapid firing anything you think could spark live in him, but you knew he was too far gone. You watched a few tears slowly make their way down his face.

With every last bit of energy he had left in him, he softy squeezed your hand, "I love you." he whispered, before fading away.

"No. No. No. Fives Fives," you gasped, shaking his body, "no no don't leave me don't leave me."

"(Y/N)," Anakin sighed behind you.

You closed your eyes, rested your head on your lovers dead chest, and began to bawl in true pain.

Rex took a knee besides you and slowing began to rub your back, making sure he does everything he can to fulfill the promise he made his best friend.

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