#spread the love sw event

[starrylothcat]

✨Hello Lovely Folks!✨

For my 200 Follower milestone I would like to spread the love to all the wonderful, creative, funny, and amazing people in the Star Wars fandom here on Tumblr.

Please send me your favorite Star Wars fanfics, fanart, creations, etc. to SPREAD THE LOVE!

I will post the submissions and at the end of the event I’ll put together a masterlist of everything that was sent in.

Send me your recommendations via my ask box by Friday, July 14th.

Guidelines/Rules Below the Cut

Similar to and inspired by @wild-karrde ‘s Fandom Friday (check them out, it’s a wonderful way to give a shout out to your favorite creators!) I will post the submissions as I receive them, and at the end of the event, I will post a masterlist.

Please limit it to Star Wars works.

Submit to my ask box and include the link to the original post (not your reblog), their Tumblr username, and why you’re recommending this art/fic/etc. The whole point of this event is to spread the love, so tell me why you love it so much! ❤️

OC, self-insert, x reader, fanart of your favorite character, it doesn’t matter! GIF sets and screenshot edits are okay, too.

Feel free to self-recommend your own work! It doesn’t have to be from someone else. It’s okay to give yourself a big pat on the back and share what you are proud of.

NSFW is a-okay, which means this event will be 18+. No underage, clonecest, non-con, or anything that has large age gaps (young Padawan and Master etc.) If you’re unsure, please reach out to me.

I want this to be a POSITIVE event! No negative comments. Let’s build creators up, not bring them down.

I highly encourage you to reblog and comment on the original submission if you enjoy it, since a single nice comment will make any creator’s day.

If you have any questions, feel free to message/DM me!

Dividers by @saradika

Tagging those who expressed interest in my original post: @techs-stitches @freesia-writes @toomanybandstocare @523rdrebel @dukeoftheblackstar @the-bad-batch-baroness

[swficreference]

Introducing the Star Wars Reference Wiki!

Introducing the Star Wars Fic Reference Wiki, a wiki for fic writers by fic writers!

The Star Wars Fic Reference Wiki is intended as a way for fic writers and other fanwork creators to easily look up pertinent information without having to slog through dense paragraphs or comb through categories with dozens or even hundreds of entries with few indicators of what the pages are. Do you want lists? Do you want tables? Do you want easily digestible bullet points? We've got 'em!

We build pages from common questions we or other fic writers have, such as:

All these fics incorporate events from Jedi Apprentice, but what really happened to Obi-Wan Kenobi in Legends?

How do the stories in Revenge of the Sith and The Clone Wars mesh together?

Which characters are LGBTQIA+? Who are some LGBTQIA+ creators who have worked on a Star War? How about a timeline of LGBTQIA+ people and content?

BBY/ABY, BrS/GrS, BFE/AFE... what's the difference between these and all those other calendars? What calendar do characters use before the Battle of Yavin?

What are some idioms or kriffing swears this character could use to sound more Star Wars-y?

Does the GFFA have its own version of a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup?

What could be used as a pack animal in one of the many, many deserts?

Why does this fic call him "Yan" or "Glamnor" Dooku? Is her full name Padmé Amidala Naberrie or something else?

How many costumes does Padmé wear? What about other SW costumes?

What are some canonical design options for a Kiffar OC's facial tattoo?

Are these the droids you're looking for?

Are you constantly losing those handy tumblr posts compiling useful resources? We have a permanent page for that!

(Swears in light mode; LGBTQIA+ characters in dark mode)

We've only recently started building the wiki, and are creating new pages all the time! We'd love help or suggestions for new pages. Have you never edited a wiki before? No problem! We have a tutorial for that. Are you not super confident about your English? No worries! Other wiki editors are here to help! We have a Discord server for the wiki, and side channels for things like SW fic recs and general fan chat.

Thank you for initial brainstorming and showing us there was an interest in and audience for this wiki, from us (facingthenorthwind and immithrax) to you: @nimata-beroya, @cacodaemonia, @elismor, @genericficerblog, @seth-shitposts, @takadasaiko, and @virusq!

Many hands make great wikis, so please, come on over and join us, and check back to see what new things we have in store! If you find our pages useful, we'd also love if you could spread the word, so other people can make use of the resources we've worked hard to create.

[hyunsvngs]

playing with spiderhan’s hole for the event??? 😓🙏🙏

wc: 0.8k

sw: anal fingering (m rec), rimming (m rec), dirty talk, degradation, interesting forms of bondage, sub!hannie, dom!reader

a/n: my first drabble as part of my event and a sweet little tidbit for captain save-a-hoe (my spiderhan fic!!) pls enjoy <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“stay still, hannie.”

“baby- baby, i can’t move anyway, look what you had me do!” jisung’s huffing and puffing at you, but it was also wholly his idea. he was the one who’d got the bee in his bonnet about stringing his own legs up to the bed so that you can have your way with him, but still, that doesn’t mean he’s not going to be dramatic about it when it actually happens.

it’s not as if he can’t get out of it. you know he’s strong enough, he knows he’s strong enough - he just knows he loves being tortured even more. jisung lays face down on his bed, fully naked with his messy hair obscuring part of his smushed face where it rests in his pillow. you’re just glad his aunt isn’t home.

you snicker at his theatrics, and then you’re leaning over to hook one lubed up thumb into the pucker of his asshole. he squeals, foot kicking out, but its movement is prevented by the webs attaching him to the bottom bedpost. “you’re still trying to move. god, would you just lay there and take it?”

you know it’s a low blow, talking down to him like that - nothing gets him harder. it works, too. he hiccups, nodding, knees frantically shuffling to get him in a better position. his legs spread from the movement, hard erection hanging down between two lithe thighs. you have to bury a finger all the way inside of him to the knuckle as a reward for the sight. “ah! oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, baby, more, moremoremore!”

“i’ll give you more, jisungie, just stay still for me,” your voice is calm, steady, and jisung nods with a sigh into the pillow. you curl your finger inside of him, his hole still tight despite the plug you’d pushed inside of him earlier, and he keens so prettily you think he might be crying. it’s the chaste kiss you press against his asscheek that has his muscles relaxing, and then you swipe your tongue over his balls as you push a second finger inside.

“what the ffff- jagi, baby-” jisung squeals, ass pushing back against you. when you pull your mouth back from his balls, you swipe your tongue over the area where your fingers meet his rim, and he really does let out a wet sob this time. you know he could free himself from his restraints if he wanted to, but he doesn’t, hands scrabbling to grip the pillow next to his head. you swipe your tongue over his rim a few more times, and by the time you’ve picked up a decent pace, he’s babbling freely. “hah, that’s- that’s s’good, s’good, my baby! you’re doing so well, please make me cum!”

when you pull away, you curl your fingers inside of him, pushing and prodding inside his walls. you know he can cum from this, and jisung arches his back to help you hit his prostate. he almost shoots off the bed when you finally reach it, if not for the way his legs are strapped down, and a long string of profanities leave his mouth. his cock has started leaking now, a thick, viscous string of precum that attaches him to his anime bedsheets beneath him.

“hmm, i don’t know. should i make you cum like this or let you cum inside me later?”

“b-both?! both! i can- i can do both, oh my god, jagiya, please-”

“god, really?” you start, and he gives you the sweetest, most faux timid nod. you shift your wrist slightly, and your fingers hit his prostate dead on this time. from what you can see, his face screws up from the constant stimulation the angle change gives him, eyebrows furrowed and sweet rosebud lips parted. you curl your fingers inside of him, rub rub rubbing until you’re satisfied with how wet his fat cock is. “wanting to cum twice is a pretty slutty move, y’know. are you a slut, jisungie?”

jisung tenses, breath hitching. you think you’ve overstepped it, gone too far somehow, but then his body shakes and he’s spilling onto the sheets below him. it keeps spilling out the more you rub over his prostate, efficient in drawing out his high, and the puddle that’s left on the sheets is almost pathetic for an untouched orgasm.

when your fingers slide out, his whole body slumps, and you curl around him. with a huff, he pulls his legs free and spins towards you, head burying in your tits. you’re still in your clothes, panties sodden from your arousal, but you know he’ll make it up to you when you let him come round.

you wait until he’s let out that signature post-sex giggle before you speak. “so, slut, huh?”

jisung blushes, crimson set high on round cheeks, but the earnest eyes he gives you are enough to tell you what he’s thinking. still, he has to babble. “that was so sexy, baby! i didn’t know you had it in you?! god, just thinking about it is getting me, and-“

“good,” you faux yawn, turning onto your back. jisung blinks. “well, i’m wet and my pussy hasn’t had any attention-“

jisung clambers on top of you, nose pressing against your neck. “say no more.”

[hearts4werka]

Graduation Surprise

- 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 : 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 -

Summary: Today was the day you’ve been working for very hard, graduation day. You don’t know how but managed to graduate with the highest GPA in your class, if you couldn’t think things could get bad now, they did. After some issues occurring in your family, none of your family members attended your graduation. Thankfully there were your friends who could attend and filled up the spots in the room, cheering me on the whole day as I finally gave the biggest speech of my life. A surprise celebratory graduation dinner is hosted by your friends at a fancy restaurant, but little did you know there was more to come in the surprise…

Warnings: mentions of suicide, grief over the passing of a loved one, family issues, ?mentions of verbal abuse?, swearing and possibly more that may trigger some readers!

- > This was requested by this anon request so big thanks to them for the idea!

Today is the best day of my life, and the worst. Its graduation day. Its not like I havent done good in school, quite the opposite actually, I'm graduating with the title of the top student with the highest GPA in my class. With this big of an achievement, I couldnt be more happy with my life but for as much as I am feeling eternal happiness with myself, theres this small pit inside of me that dreaded this day for as long as my mother was not speaking to me.

After the one unfortunate day I've had enough of her blaming for evey small little misfortune happen in her life, finally standing up for myself and telling her how I feel about her constantly victimizing herself like she isnt the problem, now slightly backfired on me. From how bad the argument ended up to be she refuses to attend the most important day of her own daughters life, graduation day. Even with all of my success achieved at my age she still calls me acomplete dosgrace to this family and a failure, Ive done all in my power to prove her wrong and I did but her opinion seems to remain the same about me.

I've cried and vented about it all to my best friend, Chris who seems to be the only person who has my back and always denies any of my mothers hurtful words, always cuddling me in his arms until my sobs calmed down to a substainal level or until out of exhaustion I fell unconcious, it wasnt our first fight but it never was this bad as it was this time to cut off any speaking words between us. We all used to be the perfect picture family everyone wanted to be like us, looked up to us but ever since my father left us and not awhile after commited suicide it all has flipped my world around, only bad things came my way after that unfortunate event accured and I used to agree with all of my mothers claims that it was all my fault, that I wasnt a good enough daughter to him and that I ddidnt love him enough.

I loved him more than I could love anyone ever, he was the man I looked up to everyday and wanted to be him one day. To make him proud of me, I hope he is looking down at me and smilling at my accomplishments with me. No matter how hard I fight back the pricking tears swelling in my eyes whenever I think of him, I just cant fight them long and would go so far to have a breakdown when I'm hanging around Chris cause I know he;s the one person who wont judge me and instead of asking if im okay, will just scoop the sobbing mess ive made of myself and cradle me until I calmed down.

• 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐎��� 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

As I nervously stand in the line to finally receive my diploma, my fingers fiddling with my gown I glance around the crowded area filled with the rest of the students parents and loved ones I spot Chris, Matt, Nick, Quen, Larray and Madi sitting in black chairs as the amazing people I am glad to call my friends with full proudness spread across all of their faces, cheering me on from the distance and silently reassuring me everything is fine. I chuckle silently as a small smile rises on my face, the nervousness still swirling on my face but now overcomed by the excitement and pure happiness the most important day has finally came.

Next to all of them is a single empty chair left as I imagine my father sitting down on it, or his deceased ghost, smilling and clapping with all of the others. I feel his looming presence in the air which makes it just sweeter and better to breathe into my lungs. As I stepped closer and closer to the final point, I breathed in a sharp breath before steppng onto the stage and being handed the diploma ive wanted to hold in my hands for so long, I am ripped out of my thoughs as I hear very loud cheering and my eyes rip away from the piece of paper in my hand and notice all of my friends standing up, applauding and cheering as loud as they were allowed to.

My face immediately lights up at the sight, giving them a quick wave before proceeding with the remainder of the graduation ahead of me. Shaking the professors hands with silent 'congratulations' and 'thank you's passed by before I take a seat next to the other honoured students next to the stage, getting ready to at the end of the event present a speech. Not all of us are giving one since not everyone wanted or agreed to do one, I keep on thinking of what I could possibly say on the stand, which words to let fall from my lips and whic are inappropriate to speak out loud.

I listen to the other students speeches, most of them thanking their family for all of the support they received during this path in their life up until this moment, how they achieved what they managed to in this journey. Before I know it, its my turn and my name gets called up on the stand for now my speech, with a shaky breath I stand up from my seat and make my way over to the last thing I need to do before finally graduating from college and moving on with my life.

Clearing my throat to seek any hidden motivation and confidence in the dark shadowy corners of my mind to put it towards this speech but the only positive thing thats surrounding the tense air around me is the comforting presence of my father, oh how I would love for him to witness this moment and live in it with me right now. I'm doing it again, I'm thinking about my father too much that I wont be able to speak, I take another deep breath to regain the lost confidence before I finally begin my speech and loose myself in the words which just start to flow past my lips.

"Um Hi everyone, so today is an inportant day for all of us which is graduation day. Thank all of you for coming here and supporting your child, finally receiving that diploma they worked so hard to achieve and hold in their hands. I would really love to thank my amazing friends who came along to give me the support I needed in this day, but there is one more person I would like to thank..." I let out a shaky exhale before I continue on. "I would love to thank my dear father who didnt have the fortune to be here today due to a very sensitive topic for many of us so to not make this too long I wont get into detail."

"He was my hero, the person I looked up to all my life and the best father you could ever ask for. I know he is looking down at all of us and is so proud of evey child inside of this building, even if its not his, he always made sure to include everyone in the smallest little things who to the average person wouldnt matter as much as it did to him. If youre somewhere here with us dad, I just have one last thing to say to you before they kick me off this stage for making this too long. I love you with all of my heart and dedicate this whole journey and diploma to you." raising the diploma in my hand into the air, small tears prick my eyes as the whole room breaks into cheers and everyone applauding me and I havent felt better in my life.

I step off the stage and reunite with my friends, passing through the crowded area before I immediately fall into Chris's open arms. Everyone joining the hug and continuing to praise my beautiful speech with all kinds of kind words that just go straught to my heart as if taking it into warm arms and never pulling away. "That was absolutely amazing, like im shocked by how heart-spoken those words were" I hear Nick state in a proud tone with a slight undertone of joking to lighten up the mood as the rest of the others chime in with their own words as we all pull away from each other. "Girl we are so proud of you." Larray speaks up louder than the others and pulls me into a seperate hug of his own, soon everyone else follows behind now with Chris being left for last.

Without hesitation he grabs ahold of my waist and pulls me into his chest, his face burying into my hair and inhaling the sweet scent left behind from my shampoo i've used this morning. I nuzzle my face into his chest and breathe in the scent of his cologne I always love smelling, its my favorite out of all of the previous ones he had in the past. "I am so proud of you, sweetheart. You totally nailed it at making the whole room cry, including us." He admits while speaking against my hair, a soft chuckle following suite which also makes me chuckle as well as the others around us, we stand in each others arms fir a few more minutes before finally pulling away.

"Now its time for celebratory dinner!" Matt cheers as the group chuckles at his enthusiasm, we wait for the whole ceremony go come to an end and everyone will be allowed to go home before we make our way out of the building alongside all of the others. All of us split and go out separate ways to get ready for the dinner, I don’t know what to expect since they didn’t tell me much besides the fact we’re going to a dinner at some kind of restaurant after my graduation but they informed me before-hand to dress up elegant so my mind started to assume the different places we could go dine at.

! -- boom boom -- !

I relax under the hot water spraying onto my body from the shower head secured to the marble wall, there’s about an hour before they will be knocking at my door to pick me up. Still, I take my sweet time with my shower as it washes all of the stress and nervousness away in the form of hot water droplets dripping from my nude body. Switching off the shower and stepping out of the shower I wrap a fluffy tower around my torso, absorbing the water that was left behind on my skin as I scout around the room, finishing up the business I needed to get done in the bathroom before I leave my towel to dry and walk out of the bathroom.

My eyes land on the black asymmetrical dress lying down on my bed that Chris gifted me not so long ago, now got me guessing if he was planning this before-hand. Alongside with a white pearly necklace with matching earrings that was also a gift but a bit of an old one now coming from my father before he passed away, I still kept the suicide letter he left for me and put them on top of it so I am reminded of how valuable this gift actually is each time I put them on. Now lastly a silver watch with two rings - 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 https://pin.it/2tcBbHAtN

I’ve precisely lied down my outfit to get a visual of it, expecting I would use most of my time in the showerWalking over to imy wardrobe I pick out a fresh parei of underwear with a bra to matcabd a bra, quickly slipping both ite,s onto my body before now moving onto the official outfit. I havent had the dress on yet since I didnt really have a specific reason to put it on but today its a special day and that calls for a special outfit, the dress fits my body like a glove and is tight in all of the right places. walking to stand infront of my full-body mirror I become immediately obsessed with how it looks on me, and quite surprised on how did Chris pick out thus dress possibly all by himself? maybe i underestimaded his knowledge about me all along.

I complete the whole outfit with putting on the rest of the accesories before moving on to my shoes, I've got there old red-bottom heels from my mother which she gave to me for a 'special date with a special someone' but I already know what she was implying and I wasnt so much against it. the idea. I put them on and now go to the next step, makeup. I step back inside my bathroom and start on my makeup, in the same time thinking of what I could possibly do with my hair and in what style I can style it today, especially for my graduation dinner. For some reason I feel like I need to look my best no matter what, so I really take my time whit perfecting my makeup and deciding to do a basic blow-out with my hair once again making sure everything is in place.

Moving onto the final finishing touches, spraying my favorite perfume on my pulse points where it will ill give off the mossmot scent. i check the time on my watch and realize I dont have hvae much time left so I quickly get out of the bathroom, disconnecting my phone from the charger in my bedroom and drop it into my purse which was laying down next to it. With a rush in my move and few minutes to spair before expected knocks on my door, I take some pictures in the the mirror to appreciate how I look tonight. I basically dart to my door as the 'were waiting in the car outside' pop up on my phone screen and revealing the cute wallpaper I have of a photo with Chris, I admire it for a second before moving onto the tast at hand. Exiting the building I see Matt's car waiting outside with everyone inside but with just enough room left for me, they all great me with simple hi’s and hello's but the tone of their voices changing the meaning of them, turning them into more heartfelt greetings. Matt turns the engine back on and we leave from under my apartment complex, chatter and small banters starting to rise in the air of the car.

! -- boom boom -- !

We pull up into a parking lot of a very fancy restaurant and the building from the outside looks already amazing, we all step out of the car. Chris quickly walks up to my side of the car and grabbing my hand, helping me get out of the car. I chuckle with the rest of the group who witnessed it, as all of us are out of the car we make our way up to the front entrance. Nick turns to look at me walking with Chris in the back, "We hope you like it here, it legit took us a month to get a resarvation here." he states with an uplifting tone to his voice, silently appreciating all of the good energy and how they took the time out of their day to scheduel this is so heartwarming to me. "This place looks absolutely amazing, I dont know how you guys did it." I admit, admiring the outside in awe at how it looks in the night with all of the lights turned on, the slight dribble of the waterfountain outside is heard in the background as we finally enter the restaurant.

One of Chris's hands is resting on the small of my back, a warm fuzzy feeling lingering behind it each time he takes it off. I notice for some reason all of the others whenever see our closeness with each other today, it seems like they know something I dont and I'm just itching to ask and admit Ive noticed it but I bite my tongue back and dont say a word about it. Observing the interior design inside, we sign in for our reservation and a polite lady walks us to our table. All of us sit down and have the menu already infront of us, picking it up and flipping through the pages to find something I might enjoy here since I’ve never eaten here before so it will be good for me to try something new from time to time.

I glance around the restaurant, still admiring all of the guests nicely dressed in suits and dressed of all sorts and the interior just screaming luxury and money in general. Ots not my first time seeing luxury in my life but by the looks of the restaurant you cant tell someone has taste in interior design. My eyes go back down onto the menu and come to a desicion on what I should try here, soon the waiter approaches us and takes everyones order before walking away. The table errupts into chatter, some banter and laughter being thrown around evetywhere, positive energy flowing through the air and rising the atmosphere. Everything was perfect so far, amazing even, sjtting at a restaurant with all of my friends I deeply care for while having fun at the same time is such an amazing feeling to have inside of you and hope the others are experiencing it as well.

Before we get the grasp of the time flying by, soon our food arrives and everyone goes in. Tasting the various flavors and textures delivered in the meal, the sounds of satisfaction fill the air as all of us consume our prepared meals while chatting in between. We’ve been in the restaurant for quite awhile now and our stay is soon going to come to an end as we finish our meals then wait for our check to arrive, as we wait I notice the groups eyes shifting from me to Chris and confusion clouds my mind as of what’s to come next and it is nothing I’ve could have ever expected. Chris also places his eyes on me, me now realizing he has something hidden behind his hands and my curiosity rising almost instantly, the others whispering and giggling to each other while I remain oblivious.

Suddenly he stands up from his seat and walks over closer to where I currently reside in my seat, his hand reaches out in a gesture for me to take his hands and i oblige. Softly placing my hand in the palm of his, feeling the warmth of it envelop my own as he makes me also stand up and rise to my feet, his other hand remains hiding the mysterious object behind the enclosure of his fingers trapping it inside. The exact hand comes into view to finally reveal what is the surprise. “You’ve been through so much, yet you’ve managed to pull through it all. Since you graduated with such success, I just had to get you something personally to congratulate my favorite girl finally getting what she worked so hard for.” He confesses before taking his hand away and revealing a small white box, I grab the box and open to find what’s inside. My eyes are met with a stunning diamond ring which shines in the soft glow of the chandelier in the room.

I stare in complete shock and awe, not knowing how to react nor what move I could possibly do to safe the awkward silence. Before I get to wrap my head around any kind of ideas, he lifts my head by grabbing ahold of my chin to look back at him, smiling at my expression. “But there’s one last thing to do…” He speaks again, his eyes darting between looking into my eyes or staring at my lips. “What do you me-“ before I could finish my sentence as well as not getting that much time I needed to think of any possible meanings he meant behind his words, he pulls my face towards his and smashes our lips together in a searing kiss. I could feel the other tables glancing at us but frankly I didn’t care right now, becoming lost in the sensation of his lips on mine.

I melt right into the kiss as my arms fall around his neck, pulling him down closer to me as his arms attach to my waist. Never did I think I would be kissing my best friend in the middle of a restaurant, our friends start to erupt in cheers and the other tables starting to join the moment. After a few minutes passing of the kiss, we pull away from each other and I chuckle at the remains of my lipstick now left on his. “I love you, I really do.” the words leave my lips first as I see the smile widening in both of our faces, our breaths mixing together with each other by the close proximity of our faces in the moment.

“Even if I was a worm?” He jokes, lighting up the tense and intimate mood surrounding us, I giggle at him trying to squeeze in a joke in almost every situation he gets the chance to. “You’re so fucking stupid, it’s starting to get cute” “Yeah maybe, but I’m your stupid, am I?” I roll my eyes playfully, knowing what he’s saying is completely true before pulling him back into another kiss. The others cheers slowly fading into the background and the only thing I could hear was the flowing thoughts and pictures of this moment, everything around us becomes irrelevant as both of our minds get lost in the immaculate chemistry coursing through our bodies.

@hearts4werka

authors note: after working on this for quite some time now, a few crying nights while listening to cas to be exact, I finally finished writing this request that literally was such a good idea. I loved writing the story and it is kinda more story in general in here but overall this was such a fun thing to write. I hope y’all enjoy this kinda change of pace, luv y’all so much

& love and peace, V

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[coline7373]

Ludus: playfull love, made of dancing, flirting and lighthearted things.

My last piece for @starwarsalltypesoflove !!!!!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Thank you to everyone who participated and enjoyed!!!

This one is dedicated to blackkat and their fic The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Time-Travelers.

It is not, actually, a scene of the fic. But @blackkatmagic is constantly doing the Lord's work by putting front and center characters and/or ship that aren't popular, yet amazing all the same.

Mace/Five has two works on ao3. Two (2)!!!

That's it.

But, by God, do they make it count!

In the spirit of the swatolv event, spreading the love on amazing things that don't have as much spotlight the rest of the year, this ship was always in the plans when I started my fills.

I hope you enjoy this fill at least half as much as I did the fic!!!!!

Many thanks and cheers to my partner in sw crimes @thesunlikehoney with whom I made the event!

[anstarwar]

For the spreading love asks: 8, 11, and 12

8. Best thing about canon

Might be a cheap answer, but the best thing about canon to me is that it lays the foundation for all of us fan gremlins to run and play with. Canon is the sandbox, and we're sun-lotioned up, have our snacks and our bucket hats, and we're ready to dig into canon with our pails and shovels. I'm not sure, though, if this question is asking for something specific from canon, so if it is my answer is that Star Wars is just gritty, it feels real cuz most things are not clean, things are put together with space duct tape and spite and junk and the universe just feels really lived-in if that makes sense?

11. Recommend a fic with an unusual/original headcanon or characterisation that you loved

Oh man, this...this is really difficult ngl. I wouldn't say it's unusual, but I'd say it's pretty original...I really like the way @come-chaos characterizes both Zeb and Kallus in their fic "Someone Like You." I've only read it a reasonable amount of 3 times in the last couple of months. They just really hit the nail on the head with both Kallus and Zeb's trauma from their similar pasts on opposing sides, to coming to terms with those pasts and learning to love each other flaws and all. I NEED A MOMENT *sobs*

12. Recommend some fanart of an uncommon character, place, or event

This amazing piece of art of (I believe) OCs from SW: The Old Republic by @spindlewit! I absolutely love how they color things and their style is just so fascinating to look at and absorb. Just check out their whole blog of art, so good!

Thanks for sending these in!

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The beginning - March 2020

Before I really get into it, I want to say that I did not lose anyone to COVID-19. I am aware that I can write about what happened in a pretty carefree way, because folks that I knew were not desperately sick and dying. I’m sorry to anyone who went through the anguish of losing their loved ones and not being able to be by their side. What I’m trying to do is just provide some sort of diary to look back upon maybe a couple of decades from now, as a reminder of one of the key points in my life, as well as the lives of pretty much everyone that was on this planet at the time. During late December 2019 and January 2020, I remember hearing news about some virus doing the rounds and being aware of it moving closer to the UK. I remember seeing a minute amount of people wearing face coverings on the London Underground and thinking they were being silly and overreacting - really, what was all the fuss about? It’s just making people uncomfortable seeing folks wearing them, right? On March 7th, I even did some filming for a TV show in SW London. By then, things were more serious and the Production team tried to make sure the props we were using - drinking glasses - were kept in use by the same person. Yet we were still all huddled around waiting, breathing the same air in an underground nightclub as none of us knew anything about this virus spread. By March 10th, toilet roll supplies were pretty scarce. I was doing 1 Second Everyday videos and that was my exciting snip for the 10th. People were starting to stockpile and it was showing.  I remember reading a local new article - we were living in Catford at the time - about a woman who tested positive for the virus taking an uber to Lewisham Hospital. I don’t have much to say about that memory, just that it’s there, floating amongst all the others. At work, we held a networking event for some of our members on March 3rd and turnout was pretty low. I still wanted to shake peoples hands and (stupidly) display my calmness and confidence. Not something I look back on with pride. Later that day, we went to watch Liverpool play Chelsea and sat covertly amongst Chelsea fans in a packed stadium. I’m not sure at what point I started to actually get worried, but I think it would have been around the second week of March. We were due to travel up North for a friend’s birthday, but we cancelled amongst a cloud of uncertainty and distant rumblings of panic. Dan’s was able to work from home before I was. I know that I was worried about my asthma and the amount of unknowns we were suddenly all surrounded by. Each day, going into work not sure what was to come. On March 17th, we were told to take our laptops and go home. I believe I decided to walk back via Liverpool Street so I could pick up a few food items. Then, when the train got back into Catford, I went into a local mart that sold a variety of international foods. I at least was mindful to take only what the 2 of us would need for a few days, as hopefully all would be well soon? So many of us though that, that it’d be fine by April. I was in quite a light-hearted mood and even thought we’d try some foods that were unfamiliar to me. March 26th, we were all out on our balconies clapping for the NHS. At the time, it felt like a wonderful display of camaraderie and a way to share something together. A couple of weeks of this, I even remember half-jokingly shouting at a jogger from the balcony, urging them to clap. But it soon became apparent that claps were not paying bills. Claps were not going to save the lives of NHS workers, dying on the frontline, whilst we felt smug about “showing up” in front of our neighbours. Stores and services adjusted as quickly as they could - implementing queuing systems marked out in yellow and black hazard type or with stickers, reminding us to keep 6 feet apart. There were one-in-one-out policies and of course, face coverings were mandatory unless you were exempt. I don’t remember much about what was broadcast by the government at this point. It all ended up blurring into one smeared shambles of a response that was far too slow from our government, with Boris Johnson at its helm.

To keep ourselves sane, everything became online. Parties, quizzes, catch-ups, lo-fi but much appreciated comedy from friends - I loved watching my friend’s “Washing Up With Tom” - that was hands down a weekly highlight. I don’t have a neat way of wrapping this post up. I just know it’s a start to remembering the lockdown(s) and how the world was for me at the time.

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The house at the edge of the world

Summary: Y/N is the owner of an Airbnb at the edge of the world, a place in which Wanda would either heal or become what everyone is afraid of.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff/SW! x Female!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI! +18, angst, drama, slow burn, friends to lovers, pregnancy, romance, fluff, mentions of depression and self harm, healing, R owns an Airbnb that welcomes many known characters from Marvel, R has powers, Wanda needs healing, and so does R. More warnings as the story progress.

Author's Note: The story follows up the events of Wandavision right before the twins birth. Since I didn't like the fact Natasha died in Endgame, she is alive as well as Tony everything else just happens the same way it does in the movies. We will see some Eternals and mentions of all the new members of the cinematic MCU.

This is a new story I've been working on because I just love Wanda and I love writing. I really hope you guys like this new story. Thank you for reading. English is no my mother tongue so I do apologize for any grammar, spelling or funny mistake.

-Edited 16/07/2022

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 -Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Epilogue

Running

The road spread out before her eyes, the morning sun touched the land with a bright gleaming golden light while the sweet aroma of salt and land engulfed her senses.

The sky above their heads was of a light blue, while the ocean seemed to be the darkest kind, there was not a single sound inside the rented car. Not even the thoughts of her companion could interrupt her contemplation of the country she would reside in for the next year. This was something she had always liked about Natasha, unless she were to force herself on the former spy, it was almost impossible to catch a thought she didn’t want out.

At the moment, Natasha was tyring to keep her guilt and sorry at bay. Wanda could tell there were traces of pity in there, pity for Wanda and what she had created.

They weren’t real, Wanda. I’m sorry but Vision is death and you…you’re not pregnant.

There was an oppression around her chest, her eyes burn with unshed tears at the memories o such words muttered cruelly while she freed Westview. They had been real, they had been so real Wanda could hear Vision still as well as feel her children…two salty drops rolled down her cheeks, she drawn in the memory of her life in Westview, of the nightmare she was made to life at the moment.

They were not real, Wanda, nothing in that godforsaken town was real but…but you enslaving innocent people.

Wanda shifted on the seat clenching her jaw, her eyes gleaming red and green for a moment. The sudden changed in mood didn’t go unnoticed by Natasha, the former spy furrowed her brows grabbing the wheel tightly driving down an empty road. She had been trying to be calm while keeping her thoughts at bay, but sometimes it was almost impossible to hide anything from Wanda.

Sorrow was growing inside her mind, as much as regret. Natasha knew they should had gone to Wanda the moment the battle was over, but everything had been so chaotic that everyone forgot about the young woman that had lost so much in such a short amount of time. What had happened on Westview was something that could have been prevented if they had paid attention, if they had been better to Wanda.

The red light on her phone made her teared her eyes from the road, the phone gleamed a mixture of colours just before IDGAF by Dua Lipa sound around the car. Wanda forgot about her pain and her plans as soon as she heard the song coming from the phone, she turned slowly to a flustered Natasha that was glaring daggers at the road.

Wanda lifted a single eyebrow, her lips twitching up while seeking an explanation from the other woman. Natasha cleared her throat turning sharp, deep green eyes to Wanda daring her to say something.

“I told Yelena to not mess with the phone, she never listens though.” It was a poor explanation, even if that was the truth, Wanda snorted turning her attention back to the road. 

"Yeah, right." She drawled with amusement, and for a brief moment the tension round them broke leaving space to the friendship they had shared before the Sokovian Accords, before Thanos, before Westview.

Natasha rolled her eyes smiling, her finger tapped on the screen to accept the call. It wasn’t that difficult for either woman to know Yelena knew what song had played when she called and that she was enjoying that greatly. Her accent was marked but traces of laughter. 

"I hope you are having a good time, Natasha.” There was a snort mixed up with laughter as Yelena continued, “are you there yet?” 

“I’m a couple of minutes away from the tunnel, why? Missing me already?” Natasha dared to look out of the corner of her eyes at Wanda, the young woman had a frown attached to her features hearing the conversation with some nostalgia.

“You’re too slow.” Yelena complained and while Wanda had no idea why the other woman was so interested in Natasha to get to their destination, Natasha knew the real reason of her sister’s impatience.

“Why the interest, Lena?” Natasha teased hearing the intake of breath coming from her sister.

"Don't call me that." Yelena grumbled; Natasha smirked at the obvious embarrassment she could sense in her voice.

"You don't have a problem with Y/N calling you that." There it was her revenge for Yelena messing up with her ringtone.

"Shut up." Yelena said through gritted teeth, Natasha could only laugh shaking her head.

"Are you embarrassed, Lena?" Natasha pressed even further; Wanda felt a tug on her heart at the sisterly banter.

"Fuck you." Yelena exclaimed grumbling around before speaking again, "I was just calling because I wanted you to tell her she owes me one of her finest wines, and I will take two for the emotional damage.”

Natasha was sure there must be a pout around those words, though this time around she said nothing. She knew how much Yelena wanted to come and see Y/N, but her duties prevented her to make the trip all the way to Italy.

“I will tell her that.” Natasha finally revealed, all this time noticing just how tensed Wanda was, she was pretty attentive of their conversation waiting, perhaps, to her a mention of herself, to gather some news form the States.

“Cool, then…Tell her, tell the witch I miss her.” That was as far as Yelena would go, Natasha smiled shaking her head.

“I will, Yelena. Take care and talk to you soon.”

“You too, take care.” Yelena finally said before hanging up.

 The mention of the word witch had alerted Wanda, and her concern soon turned into confusion when Yelena just sent a heartfelt greeting. They had met briefly when SWORD and the DODC had come in to try and get a sense of control of the situation, Wanda locked eyes with Natasha through the rear-view mirror.

“You have quite the sister, pretty weird.” Wanda commented softly, Natasha broke into an easy smile finding comfort in her relationship with Yelena and the fact Wanda seemed willing to talk again.

“She is special.” Natasha chuckled when all she heard from Wanda was hum of agreement she continued. “We have been trying to make up for the lost time, it has been hard.” 

Wanda smiled sadly, "you shouldn't have come then. You should be with your family."

It hadn’t been her intention, Natasha wanted to make some light conversation but she should know this kind of topics were still highly sensitive to the woman sitting at her right. And just like the atmosphere had changed a moment ago, it went back to the strange tension they had been feeling since the beginning of the trip.

“You are my family, Wanda.” Natasha finally said after a moment of silence, “you, Yelena, Clint, Tony…all of you. I know I haven’t done the best of jobs as of late, but I’m trying to make up for that waste time.”

There was nothing else to say, Wanda knew Natasha felt guilty. Everyone did. Clint and Natasha had been the first ones to try and make up for leaving her alone in her grief, then came Tony and Fury alongside Captain and Monica had tried to reach out to her with support and protection.

It was late, though.

It was always too late, and now Wanda was trapped in a nightmare wanting nothing else that to go back to her reality.

“I really want to be here for you.” Natasha finally said, her eyes flickered to the side only to see Wanda facing outside the window.

The young woman furrowed her brows, “you’re here because you need to make sure I don’t disappear again.”

Natasha slammed on the breaks turning sharply to Wanda, the other woman jerked startled by the action and soon she found facing the former spy with some confusion.

“I am here, Wanda, because I want to be. We failed you, and I wish there was more I could do…” Natasha saw as Wanda’s expression changed into one of cold anger, one anger she was already familiar with.

“Then, why took me away from them?” Wanda spat out; Natasha leaned back against the chair.

“It wasn’t real, Wanda.” She whispered knowing every time they reminded Wanda of this something inside the redhead broke deeply. “I couldn’t leave you there living a fantasy when there is still a world out there for you to live in.”

Wanda clenched her jaw, sparks of red flashing on her eyes before she settled back on the chair. The young woman turned to look out of the window, no one understood. Everyone thought they were doing Wanda a favour but, in reality, they were just stalling the inevitable.

“I know there are troubles back home, but we brought you here because you need to have a moment for you.” Natasha continued convincing Wanda and herself of the decision the team had come out with “This is a nice place, and perhaps, this is what you need.” 

It was highly doubtful this forced vacation was something she needed.

The memory of screaming voices filled her mind, the broken tones of those living in Westview against their will overwhelmed her mind and heart, the guiltiness building up all over again until she was reminded of the fear and hatred in their eyes.

Monster.

She needs to be controlled!

Get her away from me!

Please, let me go, I have family!

Her hands clenched tightly almost digging on the skin of her palm, the wrongness of what had happened in her life catching up to her. The overwhelming guilt and horror at what she had done was soothed over by the images of what she had lived in Westview, the images that at nights were more real…almost there, ready for the taken.

You had the power to do it…The Scarlet Witch.

Agatha had called her that. 

Wanda didn’t understand all that well what the other woman meant by it, but she hoped the book she found in her basement would give her the right answers. Already the book was showing her a path she didn’t knew she could walk in, the possibilities of getting what she wanted, what she needed it…what she really deserved.

It would take time, but the emptiness in her soul, the hole she felt in her heart and her own existence would soon be filled. She just needed to be patient. With a single tear rolling down her cheek, Wanda admired the blue of the sky mixing up with the ocean. 

The road stretched out before her, her future uncertain, and as she repeated these words inside her head and more tears rolled down her cheeks Wanda couldn’t help but feel as the hope slipped away from her hands.

Her life was a complete chaos. 

Without a single ounce of hope but a rest at the edge of the world. 

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The town of Vernazza was literally at the edge of the world.

Even before the Blip, the town had been of difficult access standing right at the edge of the Cinq Terre in the Italian Riviera. It was at the very end up a well-structured geographical location with mountains and hills and the ocean spreading right in front of it. It had been a touristic attraction once, now it was the last fishing village closed up to the world with only a few inhabitants here and there and a single place that received outsiders that went looking for peace.

The trip had been Clint’s idea. Natasha had loved it, Tony and Steve had agreed, and Yelena had been slightly annoyed as much as Wanda seemed to be reluctant of such an unexpected holiday.

Natasha still remembered her first encounter with Y/N.

It had been a coincidence, their paths crossed after a mission backfired and Natasha had to look for a place to hide. Y/N had extended her hand, no questions asked; it had been refreshing, and different and soon Natasha found herself coming back over and over again to the place where she was not a spy, a Widow, and Avenger. She was just Natasha, and Y/N was the only friend, beside Clint, that got a glimpse of Natasha the woman, the friend, the huma being.

When Thanos happened and half the population was wiped out, Natasha found a refugee in Vernazza whenever the weight of the world was too much to her.  With her past still haunting her from time to time, Natasha thought perhaps Wanda could find peace in here; the former spy really hoped so because the alternative was not a kind one, and it was something Wanda didn’t deserve.

The road changed all of a sudden, and soon the changes brought by time and abandonment were evident by the state of the road. The nature was already claiming this part of the world, Wanda fixed her position on the seat her eyes dancing around before settling themselves on Natasha who parked the car near the mountain’s slope.

“There used to be a direct road to take us to the city, but it disappeared, obviously.” Natasha offered a terse smile, “I have to move some branches and stuff, over there is a tunnel that would take us directly into the main road and the village.”

“You guys weren’t lying when you said this was in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

Sometimes Natasha forgot how young Wanda really was, the former spy chuckled shrugging.

“Why would we lie about this? This is the place you go to whenever you want to get away from the world.”

Without waiting for an answer, Natasha exited the car taking a deep breath and enjoying the different scents brought by the nature. She stretched out making her way to where she new the entrance was located it.

For a couple of minutes Wanda observed as Natasha worked around some branches and rocks without so much of an effort, she knew everyone had made a great effort to give her this trip, this moment. Letting out a heavy sigh, Wanda got out of the car walking towards Natasha.

“Tell me what needs to be moved, we don’t have all day.” Wanda said crossing her arms trying to act uninterested about the whole situation, Natasha raised an eyebrow and stepped back pointing with her hands the rest of the road.

The red mist that was part of Wanda’s powers spread out with expertise from her hands, her eyes went red as the stuff blocking the road was removed until Wanda could see the entrance of a tunnel. Natasha narrowed her eyes; she noticed the black ink on the fingertips and the trembling coming from Wanda.

“I think that’s enough,” Natasha placed a hand on Wanda’s forearm. “It is big enough for the car to fit in, come on.”

Wanda let go of her magic, her breathing coming in uneven gasps. The redhead lowered her gaze to see her fingers going back to the normal skin colour, the screams of unknown children reaching out to her.

“Is it too far?” Wanda asked once they were back on the car.

“No, just a couple of more minutes and you will be in the best Airbnb in the world.” Natasha exclaimed offering a tiny smile, Wanda nodded returning to her sightseeing.

The ride through the tunnel didn’t last more than ten minutes, and by the time they exited the tunnel Wanda’s breath caught in her throat at the sight.

The first thing she saw was the deep blue of the ocean right in front of her, the sun glistening gold under the land and the waves bringing out the most vivid colours she had ever seen. The sight of white and light earthly colours coming from the village contrasted with the geography of the terrain and soon Wanda understood why Clint and Natasha seemed enamoured with this place.

It was like magic.

As soon as the crossed the tunnel there was just an aura of peace overwhelming her. She admired the sight from the security of the car, ignoring the fluttering of her heart, Natasha held back her smile watching as Wanda changed her posture and relaxed into the seat.

“This is beautiful.” Wanda mumbled before she could stop herself, Natasha hummed in agreement turning sharply to the right getting away from the main road. “How did you find out about this place?”

“A mission gone wrong,” Natasha explained curtly, “I messed up, and I needed a place to hide. I came upon a young woman, she just offered her place, no questions asked even though I was a mess at that point.”

The way Natasha spoke about the host told Wanda this was something different, there was a warm so uncharacteristic of the Black Widow that Wanda found herself surprised at this.

“You have been before then?” Wanda inquired eyeing the oncoming sight of two different houses build comfortable amongst the forest.

It was magnificent with earthy colours, and a small fountain by the main gate, the place was surrounded by olives and a couple of flowers Wanda did not recognize. Their car stopped right at the entrance; Natasha hesitated for a moment before turning to Wanda.

“Yes, as I said, this place was home when I needed it to be.” Natasha explained finally making sure Wanda could not look away from her. “I know things have not been easy, and that a lot of things had happened and you haven’t had a rest but…”

“…This is important for me; I need it and probably is what I need to start healing.” Wanda repeated with a robotic tone, she had heard the same arguments over and over again, it was getting tiring by this point.

Natasha pressed her lips together; Wanda rubbed her temple before speaking again.

“I know I messed up, Natasha.” Wanda whispered. “I know that this is as much for me as it is for everything to settle down back home. You don’t need to repeat the same empty words as everyone else.”

Natasha sighed shaking her head, Wanda said nothing else and she hoped Natasha wasn’t about to mention Vision, or Westview or anything at all because she didn’t think she could take it. Wanda was not ready to face the powers that she held within, or the hunger she felt to dig deeper into that magic. Wanda didn’t want to talk about her pain, about her loses…. about the futility that was to continue fighting for nothing.

“Y/N it’s a nice person.” Natasha said all of sudden, finally giving Wanda what she wanted it. “She is a good friend of mine, the only person aside from the team that I actually call my friend.”

This time around Natasha had Wanda undivided attention.

“If you need anything, and I mean, anything, she can help.” Natasha continued. “She is very discreet, and she is nice to be around.”

“How long have you known her?” The question rolled out of Wanda’s mouth accompanied by a frown.

Once again, she was left shocked at how little she really knew her friend, her team, her family. And yet, she couldn’t help but felt happy, honoured even having Natasha extended this piece of thrust in her.  

“As I said, we found it when we most needed it.” Natasha broke into an easy smile when a figure appeared right at the door. “She is really something else, special even. Come, let me introduce you.”

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Morning broke on the horizon by the time you were starting your early routine.

The muscles on your back hurt a little from all the work you had done the day before, getting the house adjacent to yours ready for your new guest had not been an easy task. After speaking with both, Natasha and Clint, you knew this new guest was not only a superhero but someone that was in a serious needed for a moment of peace and tranquillity.

The black coffee on your hand smelled heavenly, you smiled to yourself watching the ocean to the couple of fisher boats in the distance. It had been so nice to speak with Clint and his family, and to speak with Natasha and Yelena you had forgotten how much you liked them after having been in your piece of heaven ignorant of the battles being fought out there.

The call from Natasha had been a completed surprised, and her request had almost made you squirmed uncomfortably by the very nature of what she was asking.

A year.

She asked to rent your second house for over a year. It didn’t matter the cost, she had the money, Stark Industries would pay in full alongside a bonus for the inconvenience. It wasn’t about the money, Natasha knew that, but you didn’t say no and the money alongside your new guest was surely to come and make you richer and perhaps get to know a new person along the way.

The request had been strange, but you had learned a long time ago to not question your friends and trusted in them. Besides, having Clint on the phone along with the kids all of them begging you to say yes was more than enough to have you laughing and accepting in a single heartbeat. You had missed them, all of them.

Things had not been the same after the Blip.

Everyone had been affected one way or another. 

You took another sip from your coffee, your phone on your hand flickering the different options until you found the message you were looking for. Natasha had just gotten there and would be home by midday, you pursed your lips as soon as your eyes fell upon the lonely figure of one Wanda Maximoff. An Avenger.

Your eyes outline her features, those green eyes and the red hair contrasting beautifully against her skin and the sharp features of her face.

She looked sad. Defeated it.

The rumours about her seemed to be partially true, and Natasha had made sure you knew the whole story before you were to accept. Even as you observed the picture with care, you could tell behind that miserable stare was a dangerous individual, holding a power she barely got to control with so much loses and pain along the way you were surprised she hadn’t given in to darkness.

You furrowed your brows when you realized you had been watching at the picture more than what should be normal. Your phone closed with a snap and you tried to return your attention to the ocean.

Yes, Wanda Maximoff was beautiful, you wouldn’t deny that fact. But she was to be a guest, and you were doing this as a favour. And the money. The young woman was coming over because she was looking for peace, and perhaps a friend. That you could give.

The alarm on your watch rang three times, you finished your coffee stretching out all over again before setting up to work. You still needed to fix a couple of things before Natasha and the new guest were to come over, and you didn’t have the time to ramble about nonsense.

By the time midday arrived and you saw the car approaching the main gate, everything was ready. Including lunch.

For some reason, your felt anxious with your eyes seeking the form of the young woman beside Natasha. Then, an easy smile formed on your lips and you were making your way to Natasha who was coming at you with a smile of her own.

“Damn, Romanoff, whenever I get to see you you’re even more beautiful than before,” you teased flirtatiously, winking at the woman while grabbing her hand in yours kissing her knuckles. “When are you going to accept my proposal and come and live with me? You can live the American dream in the Italian Riviera, with the house, the hot wife and a life of luxury.”

Natasha seemed unfazed by this, though she broke into an easy laughter hugging you tightly.

“How about when hell freezes over, and Yelena doesn’t threaten to skin me alive for even daring to contemplate such an idea with you?” The woman replied making you laugh shaking your head.

“Lean is really a cutie when she wants to be,” you replied dryly, “making all my prospect wives running away from me.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at you, before taking a closer look at your appearance.

“Looking good, Y/N, what is it?” She asked already knowing the answer, you wink at her, your eyes drifting to the lone figure of Wanda that had been standing by the car watching intently at the interaction with her arms crossed and a confused frown upon her features.

“Haircut, Nat, I change my hair a little.” Then your face relaxed and for the very first time there was a soft, sincere smile on your lips. “It’s really good to finally see you, Tasha. How’s everything?”

Wanda was observing the whole scene from afar, she was really not fancying seeing someone drool all over Natasha as she had seen men and women do in the past. But soon, Wanda realized the light flirting was nothing more than a friendly banter than was more like a routine greeting between them than nothing else.

It was strange, and soon Wanda found herself admiring the young woman standing right beside Natasha. She was different, that was the only word Wanda could think of when trying to describe Y/N, with a nice hair colour that contrasted with the skin that had been kissed by the sun several times with eyes that gleamed with a light of their own and a set of white and gold tattoos adorning her arms. Certainly, Wanda had been pleasantly surprised by this development, perhaps this trip was not such a bad idea?

Wanda pursed her lips looking away with a blush adorning her cheeks, when for the second time your eyes found hers and this time around Wanda had been caught checking you out. With a curved on your lips, you finally decided you could not ignore the other woman far longer and decided to walk towards her with Natasha closed by.

“I have lunch ready for you guys, if you’re not opposed to the idea of course.” You commented lightly never once leaving those green eyes of Wanda. “I believe it’s time for us to meet formally, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Your hand stretched out, after a couple of seconds Wanda finally grasped her hand around yours. A strange chill went right through your back, you tilted your head watching as those cheeks dust with a light pink and her eyes gleamed strangely at you.

“I’m Wanda.” It was all she could say the traces of her old sokovian accent sneaking inside her words. She chided herself, for such a slip that hadn’t happened in a long, long time.

You nodded and this time around you allowed an easy smile on your lips, “nice to finally meet you, Wanda. Then, what do you say? Lunch and a light conversation, I could show you guys around…”

Wanda offered a strained smile, her eyebrows coming up together when she realized you two were still holding hands. She let go rather fast, as if the mere touch had burned her, stepping back her eyes went to the second house before they went to Natasha and finally settled on yours.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m actually not hungry.” This time around her words came out cold, almost tired. “Natasha was kind enough to show me the pictures of the place, so I think I know my way around unless there is something you didn’t post on your profile?”

Natasha opened her eyes ready to intervene but you beat her to it. You never lose your smile thought your eyes did harden a little.

“No, everything is the same.” Then you put a set of keys from your pocket, grabbing a single blue one. “Here is your key, enjoy.”

Wanda hesitated for a moment, her hand stretching out to grab the keys and with a last glance to you she left to put her things out of the car. Natasha was about to go to her but the woman turned to you with an apologetic glance.

“I’m sorry about that, Wanda…well, she is…” Natasha didn’t know how to explain the situation, you just waved your hand away turning to back to the other woman.

“Don’t worry, I get it.” Then as an afterthought you smile at Natasha, grabbing her hand in yours. “But you my dear, Romanoff are not getting away from lunch, come let her …let her be for a while.”

The table had been set, you moved swiftly around your kitchen with Natasha telling you everything that had happened since the last time you two saw each other. You had always found it amazing how this woman that called herself the best spy of all times trusted you with such important pieces of information not everyone had access to. The life inside the Avengers was something not many would envy if they knew the price Earth’s Mightiest heroes had to pay for peace.

Food was almost over, and you were serving the fifth cup of wine while furrowing your brows at the story about Vision and Wanda.

“It was hard on her.” Natasha finished playing with the salad for a moment, “I guess we just forgot about it, we all have our own problems and just…didn’t think about her, or how hurt she must have been.”

“Hn, you can’t blame yourself for that, Nat.” You tilted your head pursing your lips. “In all honestly, life has not been easy for anyone after the Blip and the second Blip.”

You took another bite of your plate, your hand playing with the glass of wine before you emptied its contents.

“I understand your need to make things right, which is good, but definitely don’t blame yourself. It was something you couldn’t help.” You shrugged with something bothering you intently about the situation, you remembered the cold coming from Wanda’s hand, the dullness behind her green eyes.

You had sensed it.

Natasha lifted a single eyebrow at you, her lips curling in a knowing smile. There was another reason why the both of you trusted one another, and that was the fact Natasha had never said anything to anyone about your powers.

“What?” You asked but even as you did you knew why she was looking at you like this.

Natasha finished her food putting the plate away, she settled her eyes on you straightening herself up.

“What do you really think about her?” She finally asked, you seemed taken aback at the bluntness behind her question. You knew she was asking more than she leaned on.

"Can I serve the dessert first?” The glare sent by Natasha told you this conversation could not wait. You sighed, taking a long sip from your wine. 

“She is powerful.” That was your first impression of her, pictures didn’t tell you more than how beautiful she was. Touching her and actually having her in front of you let you sense the power behind her.

“She really is powerful, though I think she still needs training in the control of her magic.” You pursed your lips playing with the idea forming in your mind. “There was something I could detect in her…dark magic.”

At this Natasha straightened up with a frown on her face, you narrowed your eyes but Natasha waved her hand.

“Is it too bad? I mean, I told you about this Agatha and how she tied her to the town…” Natasha commented with a hint of concern in her voice.

“Well, it is not much but…it is not common. Dark magic can be addictive and she has been dwelling in it, well…” You shrugged not ready to get drag into this mess; you were just giving Natasha your impressions of Wanda nothing else. “You told me this woman called her the Scarlet Witch?”

You knew your voice sound doubtful, as if you were tasting the word seeking out recognition in it. Something was telling you, you should know the meaning of that name, but at the moment it scaped you completely.

"She is powerful, traces of dark magic in her… it's chaotic." You shrugged. "You told me the woman called her the Scarlet Witch?"

Natasha nodded but there was not a single flicker of recognition in your face. The former spy pursed her lips, you continued eating in silence until the plates were empty and you were to get dessert. 

“Yes, and you should have seen her, she was…I don’t know,” Natasha snorted taking another sip from her wine. “All of these magical and out of this world things are just new to me.”

“And yet, you look quite concern, Tasha.” You mused over this squinting your eyes at her. “Should I be worried??

You placed the Crème Brulé right in front of Natasha though the scowl on your face was still quite present. The former spy shook her head shrugging.

“I’m worried about her, this incident in Westview…her denial regarding that life being a fantasy, I just think she really needs a space to come to terms with…everything.”

You weren’t sure this was what Wanda needed it, but of course you couldn’t know much about the life of a superhero or the hardships of such a life. For all you knew, perhaps getting away from everything was what she needed it, you knew it saved you at some point. Perhaps, it was the same for her.

“I just think she needs to get away from the public eye and the life of a hero.” Natasha said mirroring your thoughts, you were about to mention this when the woman made a noise of pure pleasure at the first bite of her dessert.

“God, I love your cooking.” Natasha said in between bites, you chuckled watching as the woman eat another big spoonful of the crème. “Are you sure you don’t want to come back with me to New York?”

You made a face shaking your head, “Never! The time for me to accept such a proposal has already pass, Tasha. This is home, but I can always facetime with you and tell you how to do it.”

Natasha had always wondered why you were so averse to the idea of going outside. She knew many stories about you, but the answer to that particular question had always been the same, a bad experience, a search for happiness and peace. And yet, she thought there was more to the story. She never pressed though and waited simply for you to either make the trip or just stay where you were.

“I think life has not been kind to Wanda, and it’s not an excuse for her actions, but I think she deserves a rest.” Natasha finally clarifies. “She has always felt too much, she feels so strongly I think she just doesn’t know how to grief, how to…how to really feel.”

You served another glass of wine as Natasha told you the full story, what she had found out and what she had concluded after being with Wanda for more than ten years. 

"Westview was our breaking point, Damage and Control deemed her dangerous. SWORD wanted to use her…" Natasha snorted. "Not rest for the wicked witch of the east."

The silence filled the kitchen afterwards. You had been playing with the wine, musing over everything you didn't know when you accepted to rent the house. Your eyes flickered to Natasha then to the window leading to your backyard. The sun of the afternoon bathing the land with soft hues of yellow and orange. 

Natasha waited for a moment, she could tell there was something bothering you and the woman could guess what it was. 

"She won't be a problem, Y/N." 

“When I first got here, I was lost.” You started with a nostalgic tinge on your voice, your eyes flickered to meet those of Natasha that had heard the story before. At least, part of it. “I found something I was looking for, and that was peace. I made it my duty to make sure others could do the same. Enhanced individuals, villains, heroes, normal people, it didn’t matter.”

You offered a half smile to Natasha who could only nod at your words.

“But there was something I also promised myself and that was to not put these people in danger, and to never get involved.” This time around your eyes gleamed gold, and the air around Natasha felt heavier than before. “I know what it is like to run from your mistakes, to try and search for peace and happiness. And because of this, I am ready to extend my home and help."

For the former spy the tension was quite evident, though she knew this came out of your overzealous nature in regard to what you considered your safe place. It was something no one dare to disturb.

"But you also know how much I love my solitude and tranquillity."

"I know." Natasha replied seriously.

"For what you told me about the situation with Wanda and the others, I can tell there are still some serious issues that need sorting out.” You continued and your tone sent a chill down Natasha's spine. This was the very first time you spoke to her in such a way. "As long as her arrival doesn’t disturb my past or my present, you have my word that I will watch over here and make sure she is taken care of. But don’t mistake yourself, I won’t move a finger to intervene or protect her from any external threats…If I didn’t interfere before, I won’t do so now.”

You spoke with a finality Natasha had never heard before, and it was because of this and the sudden change around her that the former spy knew you were talking seriously about the situation. Natasha heard the story a couple of times before, and she knew your reasons were strong enough to create such a defence mechanism around you. Natasha respected that, and that was the reason she thought Wanda would be okay in this place.

“I know, Y/N, and that’s why I think this will be good for her.” Natasha let out a heavy sigh, she leaned back against the chair and for the first time you could see the tiredness of the last couple of weeks catching up to her. “You’re right, there were some unfinished businesses and some of them are looking for her. Nobody aside from the Team knows she is here.”

You frowned at this revelation, though you could guess this was the case after hearing the complete story. Natasha placed a hand on top of yours, her features softened slightly squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“No one, and I mean no one would find her here, I promise you this.” Natasha reassured you, you tilted your heads nodding curtly. “Whatever magic you have worked in this place, Y/N, it works. I can tell you that this place has bring some healing to me and Clint and even Yelena. I would never do anything to put you or this place in danger.”

Your features softened and the gold on your eyes left the same way it had come; you returned the squeezed on the hand holding yours.

“I didn’t work any magic,” you finally mumbled shrugging. “It’s this place, you know? It’s people and…I don’t know, I guess the beautiful sightings.”

Natasha offered a smile at you resting her cheek on her hand, “you may be right about that, I have always loved this place because of how calm it is. How beautiful it is.”

You relaxed into the conversation, your face softening slightly before your kind decided to bring back the haunted eyes of Wanda. How wrong she felt, with so much anger and sadness surrounding her…the darkness surrounding her eyes, her fingertips.

“I will keep an eye on her, and I will tell you how everything goes if necessary.” You finally stated.

“I know you will, thank you.” Natasha sighed in relief; she knew she could leave Italy knowing Wanda would be fine until she could come to her from time to time.

The tension brough on by the conversation soon broke when Natasha tilted her head with that small smile she used whenever she was about to talk about her family.

“By the way, I should tell you that Yelena says hi.” At the mention of the young Widow your face broke into a huge grin that Natasha soon was imitating. “She also made it pretty clear that you owe her two bottles of wine of your finest wine.”

"Of course, I owed her two bottles of wine, what was her excuse this time?" You asked chuckling, Natasha smirked tilting her head. 

"Emotional damage."

Your laughter filled the room, and soon you found yourself reminiscing the times you had shared with Natasha and Yelena. After the final closing of the Red Room, you had extended your help with the rescue Widows that needed a place to crash for a couple of days, in all that time you got to know Yelena and forged a friendship with the blond-hired woman. You didn’t ignore the obvious crush she developed for you, but you never encourage nothing more than a friendly, sisterly even, banter.

You really had missed this part of your life. Natasha had always been a good friend, interesting and a great source of news and stories that kept you post with the real happening of the world outside. It was something you had always felt curious about but didn’t dare to find on your own.

By the time night had arrived, Natasha had refused your invitation to stay getting ready to say good-bye and go back to her busy life.

"They are coming from me, though I will be picked up on the highway in the middle of nowhere.”

"You will abandon the car?" You asked leaning against the threshold. 

Natasha scrunched up her nose shooting you what could only be described as an attempt at a puppy dog stare. 

"I was hoping you could drop me there and then take the car."

"I just told you I don't want to leave my house and you go around asking that?" But you were smiling at her, your eyes twinkling with amusement. "Go say goodbye and I wait for you."

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It had become a habit of hers to just sat there watching into nothing with a myriad of thoughts crossing her mind.

She had chosen the room facing the ocean, at some point she thought this could be a good spot to try and reach some semblance of happiness but the memories, and the grief inside her heart made it impossible for her to focus on anything.

By the time she realized she had done nothing, it was late a couple of tears falling down her cheeks and the sound of footsteps breaking the silence in the house. Wanda wiped out the tears on her face, standing up on shaking legs she approached the door of her room just in time to see Natasha standing at the end of the hall.

"You're leaving." Wanda wrapped her arms around herself shivering under the coldness brought by her own sadness. Her statement was followed by a single scowl, Natasha nodded curtly glancing around the place before settling her eyes on Wanda.

"Yes, I am." The place was homey, comfortable though it didn’t look as if Wanda had toured around the place since they arrived. Her stuff was still sprawl around the living room. 

"I will stop by Clint's before going away on a mission." Natasha commented lightly. "There is food in the kitchen." 

"You didn't have to." Wanda didn't dare to look at Natasha, she didn't want to find pity or understanding. 

"We are family, Wanda. Even if sometimes we forget about it." Natasha then offered an honest smile. "You know where to find me, behave and I'll come as soon as I can."

Natasha waited for a moment but Wanda remained silent, with a sigh she turned around ready to leave when Wanda called out to her.

"Bring Clint and his family next time," Wanda tried to smile but it came like a grimace. "Thank you, Natasha. For everything.”

There was something in the way Wanda said her thank you, in the way she was speaking and gesturing at the moment that told Natasha there was something off about it. About Wanda. Natasha wished there was something else she could do, that she could offer a better way to reassure Wanda, to help her heal…

Natasha dropped her shoulders down; she knew there was nothing she could do unless Wanda was ready for it. Nd it was still too early, the memories and the pain were still there and Wanda needed to take this first step alone, it must be her decision…her healing was a path she would need to start alone.

“I’ll be here whenever you need it, Wanda.” Natasha whispered. “Please, take care of yourself and…call me. Doesn’t matter the time.”

Wanda didn’t answer, and Natasha didn’t wait for the answer.

Darkness had already fallen, the lights of the house to the left were enough to let her see the form of Natasha and Y/N getting ready to leave.

Wanda stood by the darkened window of the living room, her eyes following the form of the silver car driving away from the same road she had come to. Soon, she was left alone and in complete darkness.

Her mind went back to replay those moments of happiness she had lived for a short period of time. Her shared life with Vision, her wedding, their home and works, and the news about their growing family; all the reality that had crumbled after Agatha and SWORD had interfered. Her life had been stolen in the cruellest of ways leaving her empty and completely and utterly alone, no one really understood what she was feeling. What she was experiencing.

The night covered the land, her hand placed itself on her abdomen. Tears rolled down her cheeks, the memory of childish laughter, of babbling and brotherly banter. She had seen them. Her family. Her children.

“I’m pregnant!” Wanda said in disbelief, her lips curling in a happy smile as she looked over at Vision. Vision stood dumbfounded for a moment, his mouth opening and closing.

“Y-you’re what?!” He exclaimed while Wanda came to him placing his hand on her abdomen.

“I’m pregnant! We’re going to be parents!”

It never happened.

She never got…

Wanda whimpered putting her arms around herself, kneeling down in front of the window crying for everything she had lost. Right behind her a soft red mist turning into an intense crimson, with a single figure standing there. A projection of herself, the Scarlet Witch and the book she had stolen before leaving Westview.

She would get her life back.

Whatever the cost.

[prolix-yuy]

OKAY so the SW!Frankie headcanon: 'wildflowers' by the wailin' jennys (tom petty folk cover). Frankie and the reader go out to a local jazz/folk music festival and they spend the day with the boys. that song in the air as they enjoy the festival booths w/ fluffy+flirty Frankie date goodness. tan hands holding a beer or throwing a baseball to win a prize. midday buzz and funnel cake kisses. an after party chilling in a backyard, sun-warmed skin heavy petting after the ride home. the perfect day ~

I love this, it's exactly the kind of date Frankie would plan himself without telling Ms Jackson. The boys would help out a bit - Will would suggest the festival, Santi would wiggle his eyebrows at Frankie, Benny would offer to drive the boys in a separate car so Frankie could have some alone time with Ms J. I imagine this to be a bit early in their relationship, after the events of Something More but before Rosalie.

Festival Frankie Headcanons

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Warnings: Way too much cuteness, this is sugary sweet and I make no excuses, brief reference to sexual acts. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

You're taken aback at the recommendation - you just met the boys and Frankie already wants to take you on a group date?

But you did have a really fun time, and you hadn't been to a music festival in ages.

The weather is nice, you feel light and carefree.

You say yes.

Frankie picks you up in his truck and the drive there is punctuated with chatter about fairs and music and Frankie's hand heavy and soft on your knee.

He brushes his fingers along the inside of your thigh a few times and glances at you to see if you fluster.

You do, often, but his smile tells you he likes it.

The parking lot is dusty and packed, but Frankie parks like a champ, one arm over the back of the bench seat so he can turn his head to back into a spot.

The tantalizing stretch of his neck teases you to kiss it when he puts the truck in park.

The boys tease him when you show up fifteen minutes late, his hair a little messier than usual and your smile sheepish.

"Like a couple of teenagers," Santi huffs with no venom in his voice, slinging his arm around you as you enter the festival grounds.

Music lilts in the air, plucked strings and soaring vocals too far to make out but lending enough to the atmosphere that you're practically bouncing.

The boys stay clustered around long enough to get something to eat, a round of beers and lemonades circling the picnic table.

Frankie holds your hand under the tablecloth, fingers still sticky with residual sauce and sugar.

Will peels off first to get a good seat at the amphitheater, Benny catching wind of some cute girls trying their hand at a ring toss and ditching soon after.

Santi catches Frankie's eye and busies himself at a candle stand while you wander away slowly, winking at you when he ducks out of sight.

You meander with little more purpose than to enjoy the day, sharing bits of memories and thoughts about the vendors and booths lining the main thoroughfare.

Before you can even yearn for it, Frankie takes your hand and threads your fingers together, his large ones spreading your knuckles and stretching your palm.

He sneaks a shy smile, adjusting his cap to pull a little lower on his forehead.

God, you want to kiss him every moment you get with him.

And you do, even if it means stopping in the middle of the path and making people part around you.

Nothing could stop you from showing him how full he makes your heart.

When you catch him eyeing a shooting game, you pull a fake coo at a prize hanging in the booth, Frankie's face lighting up and pulling you along.

You could care less about the unfortunate stuffed creature, but seeing Frankie preen a little at inspecting the toy rifle, scoffing at how poor the aim is, makes your heart flutter.

"Okay, hotshot, see if you can beat it."

"Oh that's doubtful, but I'll give it my best."

His wink titillates you as muscle memory and shocking precision has him lining up his shot.

Whiff! A miss to judge how bad the aim is.

Then ping ping ping!

You're walking away with some small stuffed silliness and Frankie's proud strut.

You're also more than a little turned on, but trying like hell to calm down.

Offering to buy him some fried dough for his troubles, you grab a bench and take turns pulling pieces off and licking sugar from your fingers.

"We're not going to make it to the evening show at this rate."

You barely make it through the confection before Frankie is tugging you closer to the amphitheater, gilded caramel curls bouncing as the sun dips into the horizon.

He leads you away from the main path, behind the booths where only a few vendors are walking past.

When his arms circle you, one hand cradling the back of your neck, you melt into his embrace.

He kisses you without preamble, licking into your sweet mouth with playful passion, a smile tugging at his lips.

Time passes, marked by the fade of light from golden to orange to indigo as Frankie lets his hands roam slowly over your back, the curve of your ass, a thumb tracing your jaw.

His mouth leaves dizzying trails along your neck, behind your ear, chaste murmurings swelling inside you.

"Beautiful girl, I'm so gone for you."

Your own hands skim his chest, his cheeks, the dimples you're proud to pull out.

"Love you, Francisco."

He mouths his own devotions back into your skin.

You are thankfully on time to the show, Will's blanket well stocked with beers and snacks and camping chairs to tamp down the edges.

Benny's stretched out and crunching on pretzels, the last licks of sun sweeping through his light locks.

Santi's cracking open beers for you, the glow of a camping lantern carving out his curls and cheekbones like a marble statue.

Will's quietly watching the band set up, throwing you a wave as he reclines in a state of relaxation you haven't yet seen.

You and Frankie settle your chairs side by side, hands held close between you as music starts to fill the air.

It's loud enough that conversation is tough, but everyone seems satisfied to enjoy the bubble of contentment.

You hand out the next round during a break in the set, and Santi's pointed glance between you and Frankie elicits a nod.

He's beaming in your direction for at least another song.

When the band peters off and the applause fades the boys gather up the supplies, colder air starting to bite at your nose.

Genial hugs as you part ways warm you more than your trusty jacket.

Did they adopt you that quickly?

After turning on the car, Frankie rubs your air-chilled noses together and steals a headier kiss, more desperate and greedy than the ones he'd plied you with earlier.

"Can I take you home?"

Would you ever say no to that?

Abandoning his truck in your driveway, you also abandon your stuffed winnings on the seat.

Frankie finds it the next morning, wearing yesterday's clothes and your scent on his skin.

He smiles at it, how pathetically ugly-cute it is, before tucking it in the door storage pocket.

He forgets about it mostly, but every now and then it'll catch his eye and make him smile.

Just like you.

END

[starrylothcat]

Hey dear! For your follower celebration, I want to drop in three fics.

One is a little drabble from @kaminocasey called Dance with Me, a very fluffy SFW Echo x Reader piece.

The second is called Dominoes, a very long fix-it fic where Domino squad wakes up on Kamino as cadets ... but with memories of how they all died. They feel the force guiding them as they go through the timeline of events as we know it ... but change things so they survive and can try to save the Republic (as both Echo and Fives can piece together what really happened for the others). Note: This is still an ongoing series.

And the third is called Ghosts of Coruscant. The premise is what if Padme survives, but agrees to fake her death so Darth Vader won't search the galaxy for her or her kids. It's Obi-wan and Yoda's plan to ensure everyone's safety. Leia goes to the Organas, and Padme visits when she can, same with Luke with the Skywalkers, and Padme herself helps Bail with the Rebellion.

Until she's captured and set to be interrogated by Darth Vader, the Sith son of a bitch who killed her husband. Or so Obi-wan told her.

(There is a fourth here I'd like to shout out but I can't find it or remember the title. Basically it's another fix-it fic where Anakin remembers what happened on Mortis and the wibbly wobbly look into the future time stuff means he understands what happened to make him Vader. Not only does he reveal Palpatine and the chips, he leaves the Jedi order to help Padme clear out the corruption in the Senate and actively helps advocate for clone rights. It's interesting because it deals with the implications of changing the timeline. Anakin owns everything he did in the alternate reality as Vader but didn't do it in this timeline, making things messy. He also mourns Luke ... who, like Leia, isn't born because changing events meant changing the day they were conceived.)

Again, congrats on the followers, you are amazing so it's no wonder we all adore you! And may I just say this is the cutest way to celebrate!!!

Thank you @littlemissmanga for your nice words 😭😍

Dance With Me is SOOOO SWEEEET omg. Echo melts my heart every time!

Dominoes sounds heart wrenching and super intriguing!

The other two also sound incredible. I always wondered what would have happened if Padme hadn’t of died, and how that would play out / change the course of the war.

I’m always weak for “what if” fics!

Thanks for the shout outs, my reading list is getting longer!!!

Starry’s Spread the Love Event

[imagine-always-and-forever]

In Plain Sight – Part 8

A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word length: 2244

Warnings: typical violence and stuff you’d see in the show (oh and swearing)

Request: Hello! I just found your blog and I’m living it! Can you do a Klaus story where the reader has twins with him but he didn’t know (maybe one of his siblings helped them hid or something?) But that they are older then Hope by like a year so when their Aunt comes for a firstborn and funds Hope is not it she goes after the reader who Klaus was in fact in love with? If not its cool no pressure :) (requested by @poemfreak306 )

Summary: confronting the elephant in the room

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(if you want to be tagged in the next parts, let me know! And if I’ve forgotten you on the tag list, let me know that as well!)

Author’s note: Laughing maniacally because I didn't realize how many people wanted the next part and also at how I ended it last time. Anyway, three years later and I'm finally able to pick back up! Bloody determined to finish it! Hope you enjoy this part and forgive me for taking so long

The twins were down for a nap. You watched them from the doorway, hesitant to leave them even now with Dahlia out there. But you were tired and what ought to have been a strategy meeting to keep your children safe had ended in everyone abruptly leaving to deal with various issues of their own.

You doubted it would have been a productive meeting anyway. Nobody seemed to know much about Dahlia, not even Freya. But you could see it their eyes that they were all scared.

Walking around the compound as your mind swirled with the events of the last twenty-four hours. You knew you were emotionally shut down, but you were afraid if you let yourself start to feel again that you’d shatter. You couldn’t shatter. The twins needed you.

A familiar sound brought you from the mess of your mind. You had, unknowingly, found your way to Klaus’s art studio. And there, as you’ve seen him a thousand times, was Klaus with a paintbrush in hand.

Was it a cruel trick of fate that of all the places to wander you arrived here? You used to relish the fact that you were so naturally drawn to Klaus. No matter how large a place or how many people there were, if you and Klaus were both there you always seemed to find each other.

Watching him, brush dipping into mustard yellow paint, his light t-shirt hugging the muscles of his back as he reached his arm up to swipe the canvas just so, it hurt. This used to be one of your favourite sights in existence. The passion and love that Klaus had for art, just the happiness and refuge it offered him brought you so much warmth. It wasn’t fair that such a sight had such a sharp blade.

And worst of all is that you still loved it. You could feel the warmth spread in your chest as you took in his body language. His brushstrokes were firm and you knew that Klaus knew exactly what this painting would be, where each drop of paint would sit.

“Strategizing, no doubt,” Elijah said, coming up behind you.

Of course. Painting was Klaus’s version of thinking in the shower. He came up with his best plans this way. Once again, your own thoughts hurt as you remembered a time when you’d been right there, watching him plan and paint.

“If you are here to ask me about my plans, brother, then may I suggest that you save your breath?” Klaus didn’t bother to look up as he added a stroke to his work.

“You obviously have more information than you’re sharing and all I ask is that you let your family help you,” Elijah replied, an imploring tone to his voice that you knew wouldn’t work.

“So that you can run to Freya?”

“She is our sister. Our blood.”

“She’s a stranger,” you interrupted, causing them both to look back at you.

“Y/N,” Elijah started but you cut him off.

“No. I’m not trusting a stranger with the safety of my children,” you stated firmly.

“She wants Dahlia’s demise just as much as we do and we cannot do this without her.”

“I don’t care, Elijah. Blood or not, she’s given me no reason to trust her.”

“Y/N is right,” Klaus said and you tried to stop the pain at the sound of your name from his lips. “Freya only vanquished Finn after resurrecting him in the first place.”

“And you have?”

Klaus and Elijah glared at each other for a few seconds, making you wonder just what had been happening before you arrived.

“You cannot do this alone, Niklaus.”

“He’s not alone.”

Once again, both Mikaelsons turned to you. You refused to look at Klaus.

“Y/N?” Klaus’s voice was soft, almost fearful at the hopeful edge that tinted his question.

You swallowed because how dare he say your name like that. How dare he think he deserves your forgiveness. He took everything and then you gave him even more, only to repay you with betrayal. For someone so scared from his own betrayals you’d think he wouldn’t be so heartless. For someone who had whispered promises of love and forever, you’d think his lies would be more convincing.

“I see the way you look at them,” you explained softly, pained at the emotions that ran through you when you saw his face as he looked at the twins. There was so much pain. You wondered if you’d survive it all after Dahlia was gone. “There is nobody I trust more than,” you took a breath, willing the emotions back, “you,” it came harshly over the lump in your throat, “to keep our children safe.”

If a broken heart could kill… well perhaps then you’d not have made it past the threshold to ask Elijah to hide you away all those years ago. Heartbreak was as familiar to you as breathing. But of course, Klaus found a way to push the impossible and break your heart even more.

“We need to trust each other. If we can’t do that then we cannot work together,” Elijah sighed.

“No. We cannot,” Klaus stated, turning back to his painting.

Elijah watched his brother, a sadness dawning on his face. He turned to leave, stopping beside you with hesitation.

“Talk to him,” he implored. You swallowed hard. “We can only hope to do this together. As a family.”

Your head snapped up and you looked Elijah straight in the eyes, startling him with the anger and hurt in your face.

“I haven’t been part of that for a long time,” you bit out.

“I didn’t know,” he said quietly.

You both knew that Klaus was listening, but he made no indication. He kept painting, as if the two of you weren’t there at all.

You stormed off.

Elijah caught up with you in the courtyard, hand going around your bicep, gently pulling you to a stop. You could feel hot tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he tried.

You refused to turn to face him, instead focusing on calming yourself. You were so tired of crying.

“Do not blame Niklaus for my mistakes.”

You sniffed and forced the lump in your throat down.

“It’s not your fault,” you said, admitting what you had known and come to accept on the drive to New Orleans. “You couldn’t have known.”

“He doesn’t love her.”

You froze. Was this supposed to make you feel better? You left and soon after he slept with someone else. A baby resulting or not, he’d moved on quick.

“In fact, they barely tolerate each other,” Elijah said, a light laugh in his voice.

“Excuse me if that doesn’t make me feel better,” you spat and yanked your arm from his grip. You knew that you wouldn’t have been able to if he hadn’t wanted to let you. But Elijah let you go and he didn’t move to stop you again. But still, you stayed put.

“He was hurt and lashing out. He –“

“I heard it the first time,” you said, begging him to stop. You didn’t want to hear it anymore. You didn’t want the excuses or the guilt of what you’d done to him. You didn’t know whether to believe it or not.

“He used her for a distraction,” Elijah stated and you could hear the anger in his voice at the act.

“Well I guess fucking her was one way to get over me,” you yelled, spinning around to face him. “He must have been so devastated, clearly. So utterly heartbroken that he shoved his dick in the first thing to walk by.”

“Y/N,” Elijah said your name firmly, an order to stop.

Fuck his orders. Fuck him for telling Klaus. Fuck Klaus for, well, everything. For making you love him. For making you feel like he loved you. For making you want to protect him so much that you left. For making you give him up. For making you leave the heartbroken life that you had that at the very least meant your children would be safe. For making you the bad guy right now. For making you still fucking care.

“Face it: he didn’t fucking care, Elijah,” you yelled. The tears had burst through the wall and you couldn’t be surprised as you were barely holding it together before anyway. The lump in your throat was starting to feel like it was just a part of you now. “It was all a lie,” you whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Is that what you think?”

You both looked up to see Klaus standing on the balcony above, staring down at you with tears in his eyes.

You closed your eyes, looking away. You couldn’t do this right now. Why hadn’t Elijah just let you go? Why did he have to push?

Gentle fingers brushed across your chin and you felt your entire body tense as Klaus’s presence washed over you. He’d vamp sped to you and when you opened your eyes you saw that as he had, Elijah must have done the same and left.

The two of you stood there, frozen with far too much emotion between you. Too much to say. You hated the way his touch still felt so calming. You wished his scent wasn’t pulling memories from your heart. You begged your body to stop wanting to melt into his warmth.

Most of all, you wanted to hate him. But you couldn’t.

“None of it was a lie,” he whispered to you. “Not a single moment.” The tears running down your cheeks burnt now, but the pain was a welcome distraction. Klaus wiped them away with the pad of his thumb. “I thought you died,” he pressed, and you closed your eyes at the pain in his voice and eyes. “No, look at me, Y/N,” he demanded softly.

You took a shaking breath. When you opened your eyes, Klaus had a look of desperate determination on his face. He searched you for something you weren’t sure, but whatever he found furthered his resolve.

“When you were gone, I felt nothing. I was nothing. My siblings are right. But I didn’t just lash out. At first, I wanted to hurt the world like I was hurting.”

You knew what that meant. You knew that it was possible that hurt, Klaus would hurt others. But you couldn’t bring yourself to think of the people who lost their lives while he rampaged. You had your children to keep safe. You had him to protect. Only now, you had to face the truth. You were responsible for those people’s deaths. Those people who were children or friends or lovers to other people. You’d taken them away from their loved ones to protect yours.

“But then, I realised hurting at least meant you were with me here,” he said as he put your hand over his heart. “So, I did everything I could to hurt myself.”

You swallowed at the darkness in his voice. Klaus didn’t hurt easily.

“But no matter how much self-destruction I caused, it wasn’t enough. I was constantly torn between needing to hurt to keep you here,” he squeezed your hand, “and wanting not to feel a thing.” He swallowed this time, and guilt entered his eyes. “Hayley –“

You closed your eyes and tried to pull away at her name.

“No,” he begged and held you firmly in place. “Please, Y/N. Please, let me explain,” he pleaded, voice cracking.

You couldn’t give him an answer, couldn’t speak at all. All you could do was not resist anymore.

“She was just there, and I used her to give me both.”

You could feel your body shaking.

“I love Hope,” he continued.

You couldn’t be angry at this. She was an innocent child. It did, however, hurt that she got what the twins never had and hurt even more that it was your fault.

“I love being a father. I will never let anything happen to her.” He paused and you wished you could meet his eyes. “Now that I know about Astrid and Ari, I love them. And if I had known about them I would have been there from the beginning. I will never let anything happen to any of my children. I love them all.”

You didn’t doubt his words for a second.

“Hayley is family. She’s Hope’s mother and you know better than anyone what I’ll do to protect my family.”

You couldn’t have stopped the sharp intake of breath if you’d have tried. The pain that seared through you felt like it must have left a bloody trail with it, but you were somehow still standing.

“But, and hear me, Y/N,” Klaus pulled your chin up and forced you to look him in the eyes. “You are the one that has my heart.” The world around you was blurring with tears, Klaus being the only thing that you could see. “Please do not hate me. I could not bear it.”

“That’s the thing, Klaus,” you whispered through the sob threatening to choke you. “I could never hate you,” you admitted in a voice barely audible. Klaus’s eyes grew wide at your statement, brimming with tears and hope. “I lo –“

The door bashes open as Hayley and a group of men, one carrying what seemed to be a dead and bloodied body over his shoulder rush through.

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Kinktober Day 5-Bad Influences

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk (BTOB)/Lee Felix

Prompt: Daddy Kink, Spanking, Cumming From Punishment

WC: 2k+

Genre(s)/AU(s): Smut, Idolverse, Fluff

TWs: Swearing

SWs: Daddy Kink, Pet Names, Spanking (Hand and Paddle), Marking (Imprints), Bratty Sub, Teasing, Semi-Public, Sexual Punishment, Stoplight System, Dominant Idol, Submissive Idol, BDSM Overtones, Praise Kink, Pain Kink, Crying, Aftercare

Everything here is Safe, Sane, and Consensual as always, folks

A/N: I also have the tagged folks according to your preferences so if you’re someone who asked to be tagged in btob works, skz works, or both and included member x member works, then beep boop you’re gettin tagged. Also this is set during Kingdom filming

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Minhyuk was many things. 

Easily riled up, was not one of them. 

No, he was a very meticulous man. Took his time analyzing situations with a deceptive smile on his face, feigning aloofness while he sorted his thoughts. 

Think, before you act. Always. 

It was a lesson Felix hadn’t quite grasped yet, deciding he was going to follow after his friends’ footsteps and try provoking Minhyuk into action. 

Had he been learning bad behaviours from Wooyoung, Sanghyuk, and Sunwoo? Definitely. 

Unfortunately for Felix, Minhyuk had the benefit of age and experience on his side. He loved his boyfriend, no doubt, but he wasn’t so swooned and whipped that he’d crack like San. He wasn’t a switch in any capacity, so the tables didn’t get turned on him like with Youngbin. And he surely didn’t get flustered or caught out by misbehaviour like Sangyeon. 

So when Felix took to subtly brushing against him as they passed backstage for filming, when he sent him suggestive photos while changing costumes, the times he’d appear at Cube, an innocent smile on his freckled face as he sat directly in Minhyuk’s lap, pouting and chattering about how much he wished he could have fun with Minhyuk whenever he wanted like the others-

Minhyuk only hummed, kissing the top of Felix’s head. Today they were in the older man’s home, resting before the upcoming field day event.

“We only have a few more weeks of filming. I’ll be sure to stop by more often.”

“I mean...we have time now so-”

Felix pouted and looked up, shifting beside him on the couch, his freckled cheeks slightly puffed out. 

“Are you going to keep doing that?”

Minhyuk cocked a brow. 

“Doing what?” 

“Not…” Felix trailed off, making a small frustrated noise. Minhyuk cocked a brow, an amused noise leaving his lips. 

“Not what, baby? Fucking you?” 

Felix nodded and Minhyuk set the pen he had in his hand down, closing the notebook to the raps he was writing and humming. 

“Why do you think I haven’t fucked you, Felix?”

“I don’t know! I’ve been trying and-” he cut himself off, lips pursing.

Minhyuk couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips, a deep rumble resonating from his chest as he looked at Felix in amusement. 

“C’mon to my room. I’ll tell you why it didn’t work.” 

Felix perked and nodded eagerly, hustling after him, practically on Minhyuk’s heels. 

How he ended up here, sprawled out across Minhyuk’s lap with the older man humming and rubbing his ass was another story. Felix blushed, looking up, expecting Minhyuk to finger him and prep him. Instead, he had his head lightly tilted up, looking into Felix’s eyes. 

Instantly, the younger man realized-finally-that he may have been in trouble, eyes widening. 

“Um-”

“Would you like to explain now? Or would you prefer to take your punishment as I explain to you what you did wrong?"

Felix shrunk a bit, cheeks flared. 

“I can let you go and let you explain yourself. Or I can spank you and I tell you why you’re in trouble.”

Felix looked into his eyes. Minhyuk never moved his gaze from his. He was giving him a choice. He always did. Felix looked back, finding a small leather paddle sitting beside Minhyuk’s thigh while his large hand lie rested on Felix’s ass, unmoving for now. 

He shied and nodded. 

“I’m staying here.” 

“Do you remember our system?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Minhyuk nodded, a pleased sound leaving his lips. 

“Good.” 

He grabbed the paddle, rubbing Felix’s ass in circles before he brought the paddle down hard on his ass. Felix jolted and yelped, though Minhyuk kept him in his lap with his free hand wrapped securely around Felix’s waist. 

“You don’t have to count this time. But Daddy wants you to know that following after the other Brats is why that pretty ass is in trouble.”

Felix yipped at the second, then third hit, cheeks flushing as he felt the leather rub over his sore cheek between Minhyuk’s talking. 

“I j-just wanted you t-to….to…” He flushed and lowered his head. Minhyuk tapped his ass with the paddle. 

“Lift your head. You wanted me to what?”

“F-fuck me. They...they said being bratty and teasing works all the time for them and-fuck!” He cursed and jolted when his untouched cheek was struck, Minhyuk’s grip still strong around his waist. 

“There’s a difference between their Doms and Daddy, kitten.” he lightly scolded, his voice never going above the volume of his normal speaking tone. Felix bowed his head down. 

“S-sorry, Daddy.” Minhyuk hummed and rubbed his ass. 

“Are you?”

Felix nodded before whimpering and dropping his head once more when another hard spank fell to his ass. He could feel something on the paddle, like...an outline? Though the paddle was never pressed to his sore ass long enough for him to distinguish what it is. Minhyuk took care to rub him between spanks with the smooth end of the paddle. 

“Pick your head up, baby.” Minhyuk reminded him. Felix shuddered and muttered a quick apology before Minhyuk paused. 

“Are you alright?”

Felix nodded. 

“What’s your color, baby?”

“Green.” 

Minhyuk kissed his head before he continued. 

“I’m not San, or Youngbin, I’m not Sangyeon either. Who am I?”

“Minhyuk-hyung.”

A light tap to his ass from the paddle had Felix’s hips jolt, anticipating a full hit before he blushed. He realized he was hard, his cock pressed fully against Minhyuk’s leg. 

When had he gotten hard?

“Who am I, Felix?” He asked again. 

“M-My Daddy.” 

“Good. So Daddy is going to tell you, the best way to get him to fuck you, is to ask.” the paddle was discarded without a word, Minhyuk’s calloused hand squeezing and kneading both of Felix’s cheeks. 

“I won’t reward you with my cock for being a brat, Felix.” he scolded him, his hand coming down on Felix’s left cheek. A scream of surprise left his mouth and he nearly scrambled out of Minhyuk’s lap, his cock jumping against the fabric of the older man’s gym shorts. Minhyuk loosened his grip, giving him the chance to get out of it if he wanted to. 

Felix shook his head and settled back down, slightly panting as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. 

“Color?”

“G-Green.”

Minhyuk hummed, sitting in silence for a few minutes, just groping and kneading the heated skin under his hand. Felix kept his head up like asked, though his thighs shook from his position across Minhyuk’s lap. The older man took notice, pulling him forward a bit more, spreading his long legs so he could support Felix a bit better. 

Once Felix had stopped shaking as much, Minhyuk continued. 

“Do you want to be a brat, Felix?”

Felix shook his head, groaning at the next spank, the tears rolling down his cheek as he clenched and unclenched his fists. 

“N-No, Daddy!”

“No? Not gonna try and be like Sunwoo and grind on me backstage like he does with Sangyeon?” 

Felix shook his head quickly, his hair stuck to his face and neck from the sweat that began to build up on his body. 

“What about sitting in my lap during meetings with the others? Mmm? Is it fair to tease Daddy like the others do? Do you think you should have my cock after being such a tease like that?” he inquired. Felix shook his head once more, biting his lip and all but thrusting against Minhyuk’s leg with the next jolt from his spank, his entire body flushed. 

He’d gotten hard, painfully so. Part of him feared he’d cum just from this. 

“D-Daddy-”

Minhyuk’s hand froze midair, attentive brown eyes looking down immediately. 

“What is it, baby? Do you want to stop?”

“N-No I…M...maybe? I feel like I’m going to cum and I don’t wanna be bad.”

Minhyuk’s eyes twinkled with mirth. 

“You’re gonna cum from your punishment?”

Felix shook his head quickly, embarrassed. 

“Felix. Be honest baby.” 

He flushed before nodding a moment later. 

“Do you want to cum?” 

He lifted his head, looking back at him with big eyes still teary from the pleasured pain thrumming through his cheeks. 

“I was bad.”

“I think you learned your lesson, personally. So I’ll ask you again. Do you want to cum?”

Felix nodded. 

“Yes, Daddy, please?”

“See? Those are the manners Daddy is looking for.” Minhyuk grabbed a few pillows, letting Felix rest his head on them before he resumed his spanking, growling between each strike. 

“Your ass looks pretty like this, baby. The red makes your freckles stand out. Go ahead, you can cum for me.” 

Felix could barely decipher his words between the sound of skin hitting skin and his own moaning and pleasured cries, his cock painfully hard between his legs. Minhyuk had growled something in particular, along the lines of Felix being his ‘cute pain slut’ before the younger man saw stars, cumming messily all over Minhyuk’s lap, his legs and thighs shaking as he nearly slipped to the floor from the force of it. 

Minhyuk held him tighter, keeping him steady as he picked him up, laying with Felix settled in his arms. 

He was careful, brushing Felix’s hair back and cooing sweet nothings to him as he sobbed against his chest. 

“You’re alright, baby boy. You did well for me.”

“B-But I was a brat-”

“Mmm. You were. And you took your punishment well. So, you’re a good boy. Hey, look at me,” Minhyuk waited until Felix’s sniffles subsided into little hiccups, the pained pleasure an overwhelming first time feeling for him. Minhyuk wiped his cheeks and kissed him gently. 

“You did so well. Let Daddy take care of you, okay?”

Felix nodded and held onto his arms as he stood, carrying him off to shower off. Minhyuk laughed and waved off the hasty apologies as Felix noticed him putting his shorts in the wash. 

“Don’t apologize to me, baby boy.” 

One magnolia scented, aloe-infused bath later, and Felix was on his stomach, eyes closed as Minhyuk gently massaged lotion over his cheeks. 

He was careful of his strength and there was no skin broken, but Felix had noted-in sheer delight-that Minhyuk’s paddle actually did have indentations, and they actually were hearts. Now his freckled bottom sported not only Minhyuk’s handprint to the left and a row of hearts to the right. 

“So...I think I have a spanking kink.” Felix mused tiredly as Minhyuk got him settled on his chest, putting on Deadpool for them to enjoy, since it had been one of Felix’s favorites. Minhyuk laughed and kissed him, holding his waist once he was sure Felix was warm and covered by the blanket. 

“I noticed.”

-xoxo-

So the field day was a completely different experience. 

Minhyuk felt a sense of pride as Felix waddled forward amongst the cheers that he had been voted as one of their top three visuals. The man looked around, pointing at himself through his slightly overgrown sweater and the older couldn’t hold back the happy exclamation of Felix’s name as he shuffled forward. 

He genuinely was surprised when they announced him for the number one of their visual kings, but he took it nonetheless, catching Felix mimicking his showboating from the corner of his eye.

How cute.

“They ended up voting for each other!”

Minhyuk turned, pointing at Felix as the younger man bowed deeply, flustered at having been chosen. 

He should have known Minhyuk would’ve chosen his baby boy above all else, but that’s beside the point. 

“Hey Felix, good boy.” 

Felix flushed and bowed again, and Minhyuk was approached later as they began to help staff clean up, the sun having gone down and the festivities over. 

“Hyung?” 

Minhyuk looked up at him, tilting his head. 

“Yes, Felix-ah?” he inquired, glancing around. The others were busy hustling to help staff so they could all rest up, leaving the two relatively alone. Felix adjusted his pink sleeves and looked up at him. 

“Uh...can I come over this weekend? For...um…’practice?’”

Minhyuk took it for what it was, a proud and knowing smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Yeah, of course.”

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(a/n: oh yeah here we go. It's date night babes. I Hope y'all enjoy this chapter as much as i do. This is gonna be a lot of fun to write, it's mostly fluff but there's still the hints of canon set up and incel shit. But as always be mindful of TWs and take care of yourselves! <3 ) 

(TW: incelish stuff, phone tapping, creepo moments, blood, drinks, blacking out at the club, inferred murder/SW, lil rage moment )

*Reader POV)

**Edward POV)

Wc: 1573

Possible Spoilers in this chapter 

Afab!Reader (she/her) pronouns

Chapter 10: The Date

*Edwards' heart had seemed to beat a million miles per hour after your encounter. He couldn't help but smile until the time neared. He had thankfully gotten a second chance with you, his beautiful angel. The thoughts made him bite the inside of his lip.

 It felt like a dream, a coma that he would be rudely awoken from. The image of you red handed continued to plague his mind as he got ready.

 Ed put on a dressier white button up and paired it with some dark blue jeans. The clothes fell awkwardly on his body and the fabric was terribly wrinkled. God knows when he had last worn it, maybe college? He pushed the question from his mind and tugged his belt tightly around his hips.

 The metal clinked against itself as he adjusted it properly, while walking into the bathroom to freshen up. 

That's when Edward heard the ping of his computer, his focus quickly shifting to the set up in the corner of the room.

 You were probably just texting Ron or calling your friend, Jenna. You didnt call her everyday but you would give each other the occasional check in every few days. Usually you would text her but during big events you'd always phone her up to give her the details, excitedly.

 He walked towards it and squinted his eyes seeing Bruce Wayne had tried to contact you. Ed's heart raced and faster than he could comprehend he grabbed the computer shoving it crudely off the desk, making a loud thud. He stood shocked with himself before leaning down, immediately busting out a string of curses under his breath. 

“You fucking idiot..” he groaned to himself seeing the screen had gone black and even worse the casing of the back had popped off, revealing the insides. 

“Shit.. Il just.” Edward mumbled talking to himself while getting up. “I'll just get it later..” He sighed and rubbed his face for a moment. He had really fucked up now. That had been his singular way for keeping tabs on you and he just destroyed it in a tantrum. Edward finished getting ready, brushing his hair and adding some cheap cologne onto his neck. 

Content with his appearance he grabbed his large gray jacket heading down to the lobby to wait for you. 

*Shortly after he had been waiting, you arrived. Dressed up casually you made eye contact walking in. He stood from the lobby couch that he had been waiting on, holding a small bundle of flowers he had bought minutes before.

“Hey.” Edward smiled and a soft pink coated his face as he walked to meet you in the middle. “Wow.. Edward, you look great.” Your lips spread to a soft smile looking over his outfit and face. “T-Thanks.” He chuckled out and then reached the hand with the roses out towards you. “I um, got these for you.” He looked so bashful with his gaze pointed downwards towards you.

Gently grabbing the plastic that wrapped the bundle, you lifted it to your nose. Taking in the floral scent and hint of cologne from Edwards body. “They're beautiful, I love them.” You leaned up quickly pecking his cheek with your soft lips. He smiled catching your gaze and held out his hand again, you took it feeling the sweat from both of your palms against each other. 

“I'm glad, are you ready to head out?” he asked as you looped your fingers through his. “Yeah, Iceberg lounge?” you smiled and had set down the flowers behind the desk before leaving, not wanting them to be ruined. He nodded letting you lead the way into the night with his eyes on your form, just enjoying your company. 

The music inside was way louder than you had remembered, almost deafening at some points. Still though, Edward tried to talk to you, leaning over and yelling a little in your ear.

 “How do you get in here?” he laughed, shocked the two men had allowed them through. 

“Well, the Redroom Inn has been host to a few of the club's exclusive members. I don't really ask questions, but basically we put them all under the same name whenever anyone comes over for the night.” You replied as you leaned back up hugging his arm lightly to get leverage. 

He furrowed his brows, wondering how or even if, that was legal. But to be fair he did the same thing, or tried to. 

“Ron doesn't even know why we do it. But I've learned it's better to just observe sometimes.” you continued after seeing his face. “Doesn't that scare you?” Edward mused. 

“Of course, but if i asked more, i probably wouldn't even be here.” You chuckled, leading him to the quieter back of the room by the bar stool.

 It did scare you but you figured joking about it was better than stressing over the issue. Besides Ron didn't even know and you knew that for a fact. He wouldn't lie to you, especially not like that. The few times you had questioned the odd service he had continued to not have answers, knowing the same as you. 

Walking up to the stools and sitting beside him, you held up the hotel's company card. “Another perk?” Edward teased.

 “Of course, why else would we go out for drinks.” You laughed, gently pushing his arm. “I'm not Bruce wayne.” You giggled and his face fell a little but then regained his smile just as fast. 

“Thank god for that..” He mumbled and turned to the bartender, ordering your first round of drinks. 

**Edward wasn't much of a drinker, that was obvious. He was barely three shots in when he felt the faint pink start to rush to his face, this time from the drinks. You were smiling and telling him about your childhood home and laughing about your past. He loved to listen to you talk, even if he already knew everything.

 He knew who had broken your arm in 1st grade and how you had broken your mothers favorite pot. It was magic to hear these words drip from your lips though. He was focused so hard on your features he didn't even hear you call his name until you gently slapped his thigh for his attention. 

“Eddy..” you cooed, snapping him to your face.

 “Yeah?” He smiled, “Sorry I didn't catch that.” He stuttered, flustered by the pet name. “I said, '' Do you wanna go dancing?” 

You smirked, the club's lights shining to show the tint that accompanied your face. “I'm not very good..” He looked away, “But I-I can watch you.” He smiled. You rolled your eyes at his reply but slowly stood from the bar. “Well, I'll be waiting for you then prince charming.” 

You teased with a long slur, gently moving your hand off his thigh as you stood. 

Edwards' eyes widened as you had touched him more, “Y-Yeah..” He chuckled breathlessly out. With that you were off, walking to the floor with the crowd you stood on the outside the swarm, starting to dance with a small group of girls that had called you over. 

Edward watched, sipping from his tall glass, seeing you move in the most interesting of ways. This felt different than when he had stood outside your bedroom door, admiring your sleeping features. 

Your body moved with grace and you caught him watching, smiling and turning back to the girls. You spoke and by the girls looking over collectively at Ed, he knew it was related to him.

They seemed pleased though, the group giggling as your face blushed. The girl beside you  leaned up into your ear, but as you pulled back after, there was a look of shock on your face. He furrowed his brows, now more concerned. 

You spoke what looked like a question as the crowd in the background started to move from the floor. 

He blinked his bleary eyes trying to make out the figure moving towards you. You hadn't even noticed still chatting with the girl, oblivious to the crowd moving. Edward did his best but couldn't make out who it was, and he felt a burning in his stomach.

 Damn that shit was really hitting him like a train. Before he could move to get up from his stool he realized how wobbly his body had become, slumping over on the bar's countertop, unable to keep his eyes open. He needed to get out more, maybe then he wouldn't be in this predicament.

Ed unwillingly blacked out on the countertop just as the figure approached you. The girl beside you moving away, only you and the figure were visible as he fought to keep his eyes open. 

But Edward lost in the end, succumbing to the alcohol and passing out. 

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🎉 212th Celebration 🎉

Edit: event closed

I don't know how to start this post, so let's start with a Thank You.

Thank You for being here, supporting me, bearing with me and my messy account, for reading my painful stories and Western AU, for talking with me about headcanons, theories, how pretty the boys are; for allowing me to be your friend and/or mutual, for being amazing people who made my life on this app so movely and exciting. I lost count of how many smiles and silent screams and tears I had because of you all.

So Thank You. For everything.

Now that the emotional part is done and y'all cried your souls out because of how ✨ p o e t i c ✨ it was....;) I want to introduce you to the idea I had.

So lately I've seen a lot of posts about people feeling insecure/ self-conscious; I also read a One Shot about that; and I also know the finale kind of wrecked us all; and I also know I kinda felt self-conscious about my fleshy vessel, so here is the idea.

You can send me an insecurity, something you're self-conscious about, something you wish to see normalized/ less judged; send me a character you want to see involved, and the genre of the story.

Basically, I want to offer you the chance of being self-indulgent and feel good and/or better about yourself. Life is hard, sometimes it get tough to accept and love ourselves, and I feel like it's important to spread some positivity and self-appreciation!

So here:

Send me an insecurity, or something you feel self-conscious about

Send me one (or more) character(s) you want to see involved

It can be reader x ??? or with only SW characters and no reader

Send me the genre ; fluff, angst, smut (it is allowed, so feel free to enjoy while it lasts 😂)

Feel free to add (or not) details about you, if you want to see a specific quote or element in the fic, etc.

I think that's all! If you have any questions, feel free to ask them 😊 Also please know that you can ask anonymously, this blog is a safe place and I understand that some of you might feel bad about showing your usernames <3

Thank you again, requests are open from today (18/08/2021) to 25/08/2021 !

(I shortened the date for erm- reasons, sorry about that, but feel free to still send your requests in the meantime!)

Also don't worry for the 5-6 requests I have sitting in my inbox, I will work on them I just feel a bit uninspired about them atm so I also hope this celebration post will bring me some inspo!

[please-buckme]

Are you open to writing a threesome for Hayden and Ewan and the reader? The reader meets Hayden and Ewan at a hotel bar. They are in town for a SW con and are looking to “unwind” 😜

You, Me and Ewan Makes Three. Hayden Christensen x Ewan McGregor x reader

Warnings⚠️: SMUT. Threesome, dick sucking, puss eating, ball fondling, ✨smut✨

4361 words

Authors note: I’m sorry.

After a long day of walking around and seeing thousands of people dressed up as their favorite Star Wars characters, you finally pulled yourself away to go back to your hotel. The Star Wars Convention was like a home away from home to you and you can’t believe it’s over. You’ve been going to this convention every year for the past 4 years. You’d met quite a few stars along the way but the only ones you care to meet are; Obi-Wan and Anakin. You would’ve met them by now but everytime you go to buy tickets they are the ones that are always sold out.

For this trip it was the same thing, so you came up with a plan. Through someone on one of your social media pages you found out that Ewan McGregor and Hayden Christensen would be staying at the same hotel. The hotel was of course beautiful and very expensive. It didn’t matter though. You’d waited basically your whole life to meet them and you seized this opportunity. You didn’t want to be intrusive and look up their room numbers or anything so you had to think of a way for them to be in the same place as you and it not be weird, the bar. The hotel had a beautiful bar connected to the lobby and it was for hotel guests only. This means it would be more private for them so why wouldn’t they eventually come down? You’d gotten yourself all dolled up every night for them to never show up, unfortunately. But tonight was the last night of your stay and you were certain that tonight was the night.

Once you got back to your hotel room you rushed to the shower to wash off the day. You did everything routinely as you’d done this for 3 days now. The only thing you did differently every time was your hair and outfit. Tonight you were going all out. After you showered you blow dried your hair, then curled it. You penned one side of it back with a barrette that had burgundy jewels on it. To match the barrette you wear a skin tight burgundy, velvet dress. Around your neck was a black, velvet choker to match with your matte balck Stilettos. For your makeup you put on very little. You did some mascara followed by a little bit of eyeliner and dark lipstick to finish it off.

When you finished getting ready you headed down to the bar, elegantly. Some employees started to recognize you, saying hello and asking how your day had been. Even when you got to the bar the bartender had your drink ready before you even sat down. “You look lovely tonight, Miss.” The bartender complimented. You give him a weak smile in response. You were truly very shy, if you weren’t so determined to meet them you’d be up in your hotel room eating pizza while binge watching The Office for the millionth time. Just for them though you put on a tight dress instead of loose pants.

You’d been down at the bar for almost an hour and half, only having two drinks. You didn’t want to be drunk the first time you met them or else you’d truly be a huge, sloppy mess.

The time on your phone said 12:00am. Everyone who’d been there when you showed up had left, leaving you and a few other people including the bartender. He asked if you’d like another drink and you decline his offer but tell him thank you anyway. You sat there slouched over the bar, one hand stirring your drink with a tini cocktail straw and the other held up your head. You were disappointed, not necessary at them, but in yourself. Had you really wasted hours of your night sitting here alone at a bar full of strangers? It had gotten to the point where you almost left until, “Is this seat taken?” It was Ewan.

“Uh,uh no. Please sit.” You say straightening your posture from the very sloppy slutch, to now a more confident, upright position, you hoped. You did your best not to fiddle with anything. To Ewan you were just another person and that’s how you wanted to treat him. You sit staring straight ahead wishing you’d said yes to that drink now.

“Are you waiting for someone?” He asked politely. Not trusting your voice at the moment you just shook your head no in response. You did look at him now, however, you were surprised by his ensemble. Ewan wore a white, skinny suit with a beautifully, patterned undershirt. He must have been waiting for someone you thought. You took this time to ask a very delayed question.

“Are you waiting for someone?” He laughed softly, you’re guessing at your clear shyness.

“Yes, just a buddy of mine. If i’m bothering you I can-” You cut him off.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come off so impolite.” you out your head down looking at your lap. You definitely screwed this up, you thought. How is it that you waited for this man for three nights now and never thought of what to say? You see him, out of the corner of your eye, duck his head down to look at you.

“You haven’t been impolite at all, Darling.” You lift your head up a bit to look at him. He had a friendly kind of smirk spread across his face. “Shall I buy you a drink?” He asked. You of course said yes, now in dire need of alcohol. He waves the bartender over and orders your drinks. You make small talk before your drinks come out, mostly him talking though. He’d ask you simple questions like; are you from, were you a guest at the hotel, and what brought you to town. You didn’t lie to him on the last question. You simply just told him that you came in for the convention. You did not tell him it was to finally have a chance to meet him, that wasn’t information you thought he needed.

A few minutes had gone by. You’d become a little more comfortable talking to him, he just had that way about him. You were so focused on him though that you hadn’t realized someone had sat down on the other side of you. “Ah, Hayden, meet my new friend.” Ewan gestured behind you. You froze briefly but then turned around as calm as possible, trying to blow your cover.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said in almost a whisper. Being sandwiched between Obi-Wan and Anakin is more than you ever could have asked for. After greeting Hayden you stared straight again not knowing what to do with yourself. They started talking over you to each other. You just waited till one of them said something before looking at either one of them.

“So, what brought you to the convention?” Hayden asked.

“What?” You asked him just snapping out of your staring-intently-at-a-wall trance.

“Ewan was just telling me you were in town for the convention. What brought you here?” He reiterated. He’d ordered a drink at some point. You watched as he took a sip. Hayden was beautiful. His outfit wasn’t as fancy as Ewan but it was him. Hayden decided to wear a nice grey fitted suit, one you’d seen before. Recognizing the outfit made you smile, relaxing your nerves a little.

“It’s just something I do every year.” You’re still not lying.

“You a fan?” Hayden asked bluntly.

“Well, yeah. Why would I go if I weren’t?” You asked sarcastically. He hummed at your response.

“You’re very calm for a fan or calmer than most.” If only he knew just how much you were losing your shit on the inside. You were much more relaxed with both of them now. You listened as they talked and told jokes to one another. Ewan bought you many more drinks than you’d anticipated on drinking, making you nice and drunk. That helped you join in on conservations with them, letting them really get to know you. They really seemed like they were enjoying your company.

“So what brought you guys down to the bar tonight?” You asked in an involuntary, drunken laugh. All of a sudden that went silent. They looked at each other almost anxiously. “What?” You asked again.

“There’s just a tradition we uphold every year at this event.” Ewan started to explain. He leaned down closer to you, moving the hair from off your shoulder and tucking it behind your ear. You could feel his breathe on your neck as he whispered, “We like to find a beautiful woman like yourself, take her to our room and fuck her till morning. Would you be interested in getting fucked, Darling.” With that he takes your earlobe between his teeth. You gasp at the sensation. Hayden just sits watching you, palming himself.

“O-okay. Both of you together, though?” Hayden nodes yes. “Whose room?” Ewan removes himself from your earlobe and grabs your hand leading you out of the bar with Hayden right behind you.

Once you got to the elevators you could feel Hayden towering over you as he unexpectedly grabbed your ass. You moan at his touch turning around to look into his lust filled eyes. When the elevator doors opened Ewan pulled you in. Hayden took no time in slamming you up against the back wall, crashing your lips together. The kiss was rough, immediately making your lips swell. He pulled away a moment sticking his middle finger down your throat before pulling it out and replacing his lips to yours. He didn’t leave you wondering for a second when you felt his finger go under your dress. He groaned when he noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear. He toyed with your clit making you moan into his mouth uncontrollably. They didn’t seem to care how loud you’d get which you loved, it made the night's events even more intriguing.

The elevator doors opened once you reached the 24th floor. You felt Ewan pull you from Hayden’s grasp on you. By Hayden’s reaction you could tell that pissed him off. You smirked at him in response, egging him on. He practically ran after you and Ewan. You reached your other hand out for him and he took it. You could still feel your slick still on your fingers, making you bite your lip. The thought of you on Hayden Christensen’s fingers had always been a fantasy of yours. Knowing your fantasies were becoming reality overwhelmed your senses with excitement. Ewan let go of your hand to get the key out to open his hotel room door. Hayden ground his hard member into your backside as you waited to go in. You took this moment to thank yourself for booking this hotel and coming up with such a dumb idea that somehoe worked.

When Ewan finally got the door open they let you walk in yourself. Sauntering through the door you took your time making your way to the bed. When you did get to the bed you bent down to take your heels off when Ewan stopped you, “Leave those on, yes?” You smirked at him and nodded in agreement. “I can help you out of this though.” He says gesturing to your dress. You stand up and turn around for him to unzip it for you. He takes the zipper down slowly, chancing with his other hand that trailed down the newly exposed skin.

Once the dress was off, you sat back down on the bed. You were now face-to-face with Ewans belt. Hayden was sat across from you in a chair waiting for his turn with you. You grabbed at Ewan’s belt, undoing it slowly. With your other hand you palmed at the bulge that was outlined by his tight, white pants. He groaned at the feel of your palm pressing harder into his member, so you did it again. Ewan was holding back the urge to shove you down and take you right then and you could tell, so you undid his zipper a little faster than you had with the belt.

You watched as Ewan through his shoes off and pulled his legs completely out of his pants. He still had on his boxer which frustrated you. When he made his way back to face you you wasted no time in freeing him. His member sprung out, hitting you in the face, this made you giggle for a moment. Immediately you took Ewan into your mouth, massaging the veins of his cock with your tongue. “That’s it, Darling. Nice and steady.” You bobbed your at a steady pace, savoring every inch of him in your mouth, while your hands started to undo his beautifully designed under shirt. When his shirt came off he was now as bare as you, making you feel more at ease.

You’d been going your steady pace on Ewan until he decided to fuck your mouth rigorously. You gagged as tears began to form at your eyelash. He took you all the way down his shaft holding you there. He groaned thunderously at the feeling of your throat closing in around him. When he released you, he pulled all the way out. You gasped for air as tears and saliva soaked your face. You watched him massage himself as Hayden, now only in his boxers, came up to you. Hayden liked being more personal with you. He took his time kissing at your neck, softly at that. He then looked over your face planting gentle kisses to your cheeks and forehead before crashing his lips to yours. It was a welcomed needy kiss, like he’d been waiting all day to kiss you. You bright one of your hands up to his hair, fisting at it softly. He moaned into your mouth as you pulled at his hair, making you smirk against his lips.

You could feel Hayden’s hands exploring your body, mostly your thighs. He detached from your lips and started his trail of love bites down your body. You gasped at every sensation his bites sent through your body. He definitely knew what he was doing to you as you felt him grin against your skin. He traveled all the way down between your legs biting harder as he got closer to your cunt. “Hayden!” You screamed but you couldn’t figure out if it were from pleasure or pain or both. He smiled up at you, smoothing his thumb over the lost spot he had bitten. He placed an apologetic kiss just beneath your belly button as he ascended down once again.

You could feel breath as he reached your folds. You grabbed at your inner thighs, pushing them down slowly while still kissing at the skin just above your clit. You were breathing heavily with anticipation. “Are you ready?” He asked in a low rasp. You looked down between your legs to see he positioned right over your warmth. You can’t even think of how many times you’d imagined Hayden between your legs, so you looked at him for a second or two, bringing your hand down to play with his hair before saying yes and lowering him down to you. He starts off by placing a kiss to your clit. You didn’t even have time to react when he started his tongues assault on your pussy. He groaned against you as he played with your clit, licking and sucking while adding his middle and ring fingers to your entrance. You still had your hand in his hair tugging him deeper into you. He pumped his fingers rapidly into you making you squirm beneath him.

“Oh god, Hayden. You’re gonna make me cum.” After saying that Hayden switched his fingers to your clit and his tongue to your entrance. You were definitely screaming as he brought you closer to your climax.

All of a sudden, though, he was off you completely. You look down to see that had pushed him out of the way. “Let me show you how a Master does it.” He said to Hayden, making you giggle. Ewan spread your legs to look at your now dripping pussy. “Hello there.” He says directly to your pussy, leaning himself down into it. He takes you as Hayden had, soft, gentle kiss before the spine tingling sensation of your clit being totally worked work his tongue and lips. They felt almost the same besides Ewans facial hair adding that little extra amount of pleasure. Every time you moaned Ewans name he increased the pace of his tongue. You came very quickly, already being close with Hayden had made your orgasm ten minutes more intense. You tried to pull Ewan off as your orgasm made your sensitive clit even more sensitive. Your legs were shaking and your body was jolting as you begged Ewan to stop, he wouldn’t though. Being in such a sensitive state made you cum on his tongue again. You couldn’t believe how amazing this orgasm had felt. You blacked out momentarily as your body went limp around his face.

When you finally came down from your high, you looked between your legs to see Ewan massaging your thighs gently. “So sorry, my dear. I guess I couldn’t help myself. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” He asked. You don’t know if you were still a little delirious or just felt like having fun when you made your request. When you did though Ewan stopped rubbing your legs and glanced at you in shock. You look over to Hayden with a grin on your face as he also seemed to be in a bit of shock. “As you wish.” Ewan said.

You say up from your lying position and say crisscross. Hayden released his thick member from the boxer he’d been wearing, making you almost drool at the sight. Ewan and Hayden then joined you on the bed asking again if this was what you wanted. You nodded, still grinning. Ewan propped himself on his knees to be level with Hayden. He put both hands on Hayden’s shoulders before leaning in to kiss him. Your request had simply been to watch them with each other. The second their lips met you could feel a throb between your legs. They deepened the kiss as Hayden laid back. You hear Hayden moan as Ewan plays with his balls, gently. They continue on like this for several minutes before you can’t stand it anymore.

You tap on Ewan’s shoulder. He looks up at you from Hayden and you plead with your face to join them, they accept. Ewan lifts himself up as you snake in between them, now facing Hayden. “Hi.” You say giggling.

“Hello.” He responds before you lower your face down to kiss him. You taste so much in this kiss; alcohol, your juice and, you’re guessing, the taste of Ewan’s lips along with Hayden’s. You smile into the kiss while playing with his hair again. You feel him smile back at you and bring his hand down to your clit. “Are you ready?” He asked again. You weren’t sure what for this time but you said yes anyway. You still felt Ewan above you but now you felt his member begging for entry at your cunt. You look up at him with a nod before he slides into painfully slow. You inhale sharply as he fills you up. Hayden, still under you, plays with your hair while soothing you. “Does it hurt?” Hayden asks. You nod yes. “Wait till I fuck you then.” You moan at both the pleasurable pain in your core and the filthy things Hayden whispers in your ear. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over his cock?” You answer him incoherently as Ewan slams into you vigorously. “And when he’s done I’m going to wreck you myself, would you like that?” He hums.

“Yes, oh god yes. I-I want to come all over your cock.” You hear you groan above you as he pulls your hair making you join him in an upright position. The new angle makes you moan out almost into a scream. Hayden repositions himself under you as he aliens his cock perfectly were your face would come down to meet him.

Ewan grunts in your, “Does my cockiness feel good, love?” You moan in response. He slams into you harder. “Answer me, love.” He demands.

“Yes so good, so fucking good, Ewan.”

“Good, now be a good girl and suck his cock.” Ewan says shoving you back down onto Hayden’s member this time. Having already had Ewan in your mouth, your throat was nice and ready to slide Hayden in the way down gagging around him slightly. Hayden bucked his hips at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. He could tell this didn’t bother you so he took your hair into his fist as he fucked your mouth. No other men would ever make you this full and this happy again in your life. You heard you shout from above ‘I HAVE THE HIGHER GROUND’ which actually made you choke around Hayden. Hayden lifted you up from him thinking he’d hurt you but you were a gasping, laughing mess. You loved them. Before now you didn’t think you could love them anymore but every second you’d spent with them just increased your love for them.

Ewan had tired out behind you after a while and switched with Hayden, this time though you weren’t lying down. Hayden propped you up on your hands and knees. He began again, as he did on your front, by kissing down your spine, while fondling your breasts. “Can I keep you?” You whispered up at him. He smiled against your skin, making you giggle.

You became impatient waiting for him to fill you up, so you reached for his cock and massaged the tip ever so slightly as he hummed against you. Taking the hint he backed away from you just enough to position himself at your entrance. “This is where the fun begins.” He whispered in your ear, a hint of laughter in his voice. You nod again laughing briefly as he slowly takes you with his cock. He stretched you out like no one ever had. Ewan was big, of course, but Hayden’s was.. different. Hayden’s fit you like a tight glove he was almost too big for. He couldn’t fill you up at first, because you begged him not to. He got just passed the tip before pulling back out. “It’s okay. Take your time.” He told you as he pushed back in. This time felt a little better as he brought himself a little deeper inside you. You both groaned in unison once he’d filled you completely.

Your legs were shaking as he held you up. You’d honestly never felt so weak before now, but you didn’t care. Hayden felt so good gliding in and out of you slowly, letting you adjust to his size, still. You watched Ewan saunter up to you while pumping himself. You lick your lips as he brings his cock right up to your face. You lick the underneath of his cock, lacking up your own juice from him. You kiss the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. He groaned at the contact. You bobbed you’re head in sync with Hayden’s thrusts making Ewan twitch in your mouth. “Cum in my mouth please.” You beg him. He groans again as you holo out your cheeks around him. He takes your head inbetween his hands and fucks your mouth in sloppy thrusts. You feel him twitch just before releasing his seed into your mouth. You hum around him as he comes down from his high. He pets your head before releasing himself from your mouth with a pop.

Hayden lifts you up by your hair as Ewan had. You cry out his name, feeling him slide even deeper into. “Are you gonna cum around my cock?” He asked now bring a hand down to toy with your clit.

“Yes, oh fuck. Yes I’m gonna cum.” He increased his rhythm on your clit as he smashed into your g spot like it was there just for him. He thrust into you a couple more times before sending you over the edge. As your pussy tightened around him with your climax, he followed in his shortly after yours. You could feel him release into, both of your excitement mixing together inside you.

Hayden kisses at the top of your spine before exiting you. Your whole body collapsed when he went you go. All three of you sat for a moment, breathing heavily on top of each other’s sweaty bodies. You broke the silence by saying, “Um, I don’t think I can move.” The room filled with their laughter.

“Then I guess we did our jobs right, huh lad?” Ewan said, hitting Hayden on the shoulder. Hayden laughed before getting up. You watched as he dressed himself before picking up your dress and walking over to you.

He slipped the dress out to your hips. “Can you lift your hips for me.” He asked, trying to pull your dress up your body. You managed to do so. He flipped you over on your side to zip up the back.

Ewan leaned over to look at you, “That was great fun, love. Till next year!” He said planting a kiss to your cheek. You blush before you feel Hayden’s arms pick you up from the bed to carry you out of the room. You giggle as your legs still shook in Hayden’s arms. He smiled back down at you, also planting a kiss to your cheek.

“What time do you leave tomorrow?” He asked. Exiting Ewan’s room.

“Not till 3. Why?” You asked out of curiosity.

“I’m not quite done with you.” Hayden smirks as he carries you back to his room.

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