#the idea of him being in charge is slightly terrifying

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

being in charge of a 19 year old is such a mood though thats me anytime im out with my old ancient elderly(18-19) friends

YES LOL

[mclacedes]

The Idea Of You (LN4)

1. The Idea of Kissing

summary: in which lando and you have been friends for over 5 years and developed feelings for each other, but refuse to admit it until his family's new year's party.

autor's note: I present to you my first story on tumblr :')!! I'm so happy that this is finally becoming a reality, that I could post all the chapters at once... maybe chapters every other day would be a good start.

I would like to remind you that English is not my first language, so FEEL FREE to correct me 🤍

WARNINGS: bits of fluff every here and there, angst, a little smut, mention of anxiety

wc: 5.5k words

“i'd rather take that risk than keep pretending”

next chapter: The Idea of Worthiness

the norris party had been a great success, with laughter and music still echoing in the kitchen, where you and lando worked side by side to clean up the remnants of the celebration. the cozy mess of half-eaten snacks and empty drink bottles created an intimate atmosphere, a testament to the night’s joy and the warmth of being with friends.

since you two became friends in 2018, it has become the most normal thing in the world for you to spend a few days at his family's house when he gets time to come home; so when your families met at Silverstone 2019, it was almost like you were one big family, only one thing, part of the same thing. as usual, his mother invited you to their New Year's party.

the party—like anything involving the Norris name—was a blast and, of course, something to remember. it was the best possible way to welcome 2024 with open arms after the last disastrous years.

now, confetti, shiny paper, and glitter were scattered across the floor of the house, remnants of a night well-spent. you and Lando willingly took your time cleaning up, both of you slipping easily into the comfortable rhythm of a shared task. Lando rinsed the cutlery, while you swept the floor.

as you moved around the room, your eyes were drawn to him—his back, broad and muscular beneath the thin fabric of his white dress shirt, which clung just enough to reveal the silhouette of his strength.

as you swept the floor, you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger a little longer on Lando’s silhouette as he washed the dishes. the quiet between you felt more yours than the remnants of the party scattered around the room. with the last guests gone, the laughter and music faded into a soft hum, leaving just the rhythmic clinking of dishes. you found the moment oddly intimate, a shared space where everything else faded away.

“do you remember the first New Year’s party you came to?” Lando’s voice broke the silence, pulling you from your thoughts. he turned slightly, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “i think it was 2019. you nearly dropped your drink when my dad tried to get everyone to sing ‘Auld Lang Syne.’”

you laughed, the memory making you feel warm inside. “how could i have forgotten? your dad was so into it, and i was just standing there, completely clueless.”

“it felt just like a movie scene,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “and i still think you owe me a proper midnight kiss for that.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words. it was a lighthearted joke, but it hit closer to home than you expected.

you've had this major crush on him since 2019, and moments like these only made it harder to ignore. every lingering glance, every shared laugh, and the warmth of his presence felt charged with something unspoken, something you both danced around but never fully acknowledged. as you swept the floor, the weight of your feelings settled in the silence, an undercurrent that hummed softly between you. it was a reminder of all those stolen moments and quiet confessions, a connection that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

you shook that feeling off.

“god, you'll never let that go, will you?” the playful shock was palpable in your tone as you stopped sweeping the floor. a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you watched lando position himself to face you, on the other side of the kitchen island. he rested his body against the sink, his weight supported on his elbows.

“how could i? you pulled me in for a kiss but didn't move!” he rolls his eyes.

the memory hits you, sending a shiver down your spine. you remember just how physically close you two were there and what led you to do that… the overwhelming want of his lips in yours, the way he looked just as pretty as tonight, how he was a gentleman to you all night long.

“i was a bit drunk,” the lie rolls off your tongue with a little too much ease.

lando moves around the island and stop in front of you.

“are you drunk right now, love?” his voice dropped almost an octave, reverberating low and husky. his voice like that had a special effect on you, something you would never understand.

“not much, you know i don't like drinking” you shrug.

“then why does it look like you still wanna kiss me, beautiful?” his eyes twinkling with mischief, the voice drunk on his characteristic playful confidence and that smile… it made your heart perform various somersaults in sequence, the butterflies on your stomach wanted to be freed. he was driving you wild. and he knew it. “did you kiss someone tonight?”

“why does that even matter?” you rolled your eyes and turned your back to him.

he followed. his body now stands fewer meters from you. you could feel his presence, hanging imposingly around the kitchen.

“because i wanna know if i’ll be the first to do so this year, baby,” your whole body froze by the saying.

every limb petrified, every cell dead, every neuron fried. you stood right there were you where, unable to process the weight of his words.

you took a moment to gather your thoughts, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. the warmth of his presence enveloped you, making it hard to think straight. somehow, you managed to turn around.

“i mean… you know what they say—no kiss, no bliss”

“no one says that, lan,” you chuckle at the made-up saying.

“well... then we do,” he states.

“we?” you echo, hesitantly. “what do you mean, we?”

“us, love. you and me,” he turns around and smile.

you felt the heat creeping up your cheeks at his words, a mix of embarrassment and excitement swirling within you. “so, what? i should kiss you because you coined a catchy phrase?”

lando stepped closer, a playful glint in his eye. “well, it sounds pretty convincing to me. plus, it’s new year’s! a fresh start, right? a perfect time to mess around and have some fun, don't you think?”

your heart sunk to your stomach.

for lando, it was a joke, something that'd entertain him.

the realization that he would never look at you how you looked at him hit you right in your stomach—the weight of his words hitting harder than expected.

“i… i can’t handle this right now,” you stammered, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe. “i need a minute.” without waiting for a response, you dashed out of the kitchen, desperate to escape and keep your tears at bay.

you bolted into the guest room that had become a second home over the years, flinging yourself onto the bed and burying your face in the soft pillows.

the weight of his words clung to you, turning what had felt like playful banter into something more painful. hot tears slipped down your cheeks, soaking into the fabric of the pillow as you tried to quiet your racing heart.

after a few minutes, soft knock interrupted your spiraling thoughts, and before you could muster a response, lando stepped in. his expression shifted from playful to serious, concern etched across his features as he took in your trembling form and the telltale signs of tears. his heart sank, breaking at the sight of you so upset.

“y/n,” he said gently, closing the door behind him. “can we have a word?”

you turned away, not wanting him to see the tears brimming in your eyes. “go away” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow.

“i’m not going anywhere, y/n,” he voiced. “please, talk to me.”

he took a step closer until he finally sat on the bed in which you laid face down. his presence filled the small room with a warmth that both comforted and terrified you. “i didn’t mean to upset you. i thought it would be funny.”

you felt the bed shift under his weight, and the gentle creak of the mattress reminded you of how close he was. you took a shaky breath, still not ready to face him; yet you got up, walking to the other side of the bed so you could see him from the front.

“it’s not just that,” you said, your words barely escaping your lips. “you don’t understand how… complicated and hurtful this is for me.”

“complicated? hurtful?” he echoed, confusion lacing his tone. “y/n, we’ve been friends for years. what’s complicated about this?”

your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to gather all the courage in the world to tell him how you've felt for so long.

“you don’t get it, lan,” you chuckled softly in disbelief. “how come you don't see i've had feelings for you for a long time now? every time you joke around, it just… it makes everything harder. it hurts me, lan. so much. i think you won't ever see me like that because i mean… the people you've went out with, jesus, they're goddesses and me? i'm… fuck, lan!”

you turned your back to lando, staring at the wall and letting tears run down your cheeks.

lando’s heart dropped as soon as he heard the soft, muffled sobs escaping your lips. panic surged through him, and he sprang up from the bed, his pulse racing.

“hey, hey,” he breathed, urgency lacing his tone. his hands reached out instinctively to cup your face, but he hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to bridge the distance between your pain and his desire to comfort you. when he finally touched you, his soft hands were breaking out in cold sweat, yet his familiar touch brought you a sense of solace. his grip was gentle but firm, grounding you in that moment. “please don’t cry, baby.”

“look at me,” he searched your eyes, desperation in his voice. “i hate seeing you like this. you mean too much to me. way more than you know.”

“lando, i can't—” he cut you off.

“i need you to hear me, y/n. you are the most beautiful girl i have ever seen, and it breaks my heart to see you like this and because, fuck, you are the most perfect person. it pisses me off to think that you don't see yourself the way i do. god, i love you. i think it's amazing how you take your time to look after your friends and relatives, it's adorable how good you are with children, you are so effortlessly funny and intelligent. how come you don't see it?”

his words hung in the air, heavy with meaning and sincerity. you felt the warmth of his hands on your cheeks, the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world. slowly, the wall you had built around your heart began to crumble under the weight of his confession.

“you’re not just my friend, y/n,” he continued, his voice softening. “you’ve always been more to me. and every time i joked, it was just me trying to hide how much i cared. i didn’t want to ruin what we had, but here we are.”

he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “i’m tired of pretending. i want you to be mine, for real. please let me in. let me show you how much you mean to me.”

your heart raced as his gaze bore into yours, searching for understanding, for a glimpse of hope. the vulnerability in his eyes made you feel seen in a way you never had before. you were at a crossroads, and for the first time, you saw the possibility of something beautiful blooming from the ashes of your uncertainty.

you felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you, taken aback by the depth of his words. your mind raced, struggling to process the reality of what he was saying. “lando, this… this is a lot to take in,” you managed to whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.

he took a small step closer, his hands still cradling your face as he searched your eyes for any flicker of reciprocation. “i know it is. but i’ve been holding back for so long, scared of losing you if things didn’t work out. but the truth is, i can’t imagine my life without you. i don’t want to hide how i feel anymore.”

the vulnerability in his voice made your heart ache. “you really mean that?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly. the weight of your feelings, long kept hidden, began to surface, intertwining with his confession.

“absolutely,” he said earnestly. “you’re the one who makes me laugh when i’m down, the person i want to share my victories with. i’ve always felt a connection with you, something deeper than just friendship. and i’ve been too afraid to say anything because i didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

you took a shaky breath, the reality of his love washing over you like a wave. “but what if things change? what if it ruins our friendship?”

“i’d rather take that risk than keep pretending,” he replied, his voice steady and reassuring. “you’re worth it. and if it doesn’t work out, at least we’ll know we tried. but i truly believe we can be more than friends. i want to explore this with you.”

his honesty wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and for the first time, you felt the possibility of a future filled with hope rather than fear. you stared into his eyes, seeing not just the boy you had known for years but the man who could potentially hold your heart.

“i just… i’ve had feelings for you for so long, lan,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “i was terrified you’d never see me that way.”

“and now?” he asked, leaning in closer, his gaze unwavering.

“now,” you said, feeling the walls you’d built around your heart begin to dissolve, “i want to see where this goes. if you’re really sure about us.”

“more than sure,” he promised, his thumb gently brushing away a tear that had slipped down your cheek. “i’m all in, y/n.”

in that moment, the air between you crackled with possibility, and you knew, no matter what came next, you were ready to take that leap together.

“what do you want, lando?” you finally asked, vulnerability spilling over the edges of your bravado.

“i want to kiss you, for real this time,” he replied simply, his tone low and sincere. “but more than that... i want you, y/n”

and just like that, the tension shifted. the room felt smaller as he leaned in, the gravity of the moment drawing you closer.

as you leaned in, the world outside faded into nothingness, leaving just the two of you, a shared breath before the leap.

his defined lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, igniting a spark inside you. you could taste the remnants of champagne on his breath, a sweet reminder of the night you two shared. the kiss deepened.

lando grabbed your waist and staggered back until he sat on the bed, without breaking your kiss. with his legs open, you remained between them. your hands played with norris' neck and shoulder as he explored your waist, hips, tailbone until they landed on your ass, going down to his thighs, where he gripped tighter.

the soft moan that left your mouth made him smile and squeeze tighter, which brought you closer to him. almost like instinct, you moved to sit on his lap.

it felt like you two were trying to make up for all the lost time, and the clock didn't move; the party was a distant memory. the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his hands on you and the growing bulge beneath you.

lando’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a fervent need that sent shivers down your spine. you could feel the tension from earlier melting away, replaced by a heat that enveloped you both. each kiss felt like a promise, a declaration of everything you had both been too afraid to say until now.

his hands moves to the back of your dress, unzipping it carefully. the brush of his fingers on your bare skin ignited a spark within you, sending shivers down your spine as his hands explored your body with a reverent slowness. he caressed your sides, fingers brushing against the fabric of your sparkly Prada dress, teasing and tracing the curves he had only imagined before.

Lando quickly got rid of your expensive dress, leaving her breasts exposed for you to do whatever he wanted with the pair.

he felt his mouth water as he looked at your breasts, feeling even more horny just imagining you bouncing on top of him and your breasts swaying with each thrust. oh, god, here was so much he wanted to try with you and the mere thought made his cock even more painfully hard.

“so beautiful…” he silently praised, leaning in to kiss the top of your tits. “so hot… so mine”

“i’m yours, yeah?” you asked, trying not to sound too desperate and needy—as much as you were too desperate and needy.

“oh, yeah, you're mine,” he told you before grabbing one of your breasts, transmitting a wave of pleasure that made you throw your head back leaving your mouth agape.

“oh, lando,” slipped out before you could stop it, leaving you feeling lighter yet more vulnerable than ever.

“baby… you can't be loud, my love; my parents are here, remember?” he said with a teasing smile, the seriousness of his words sending a rush of excitement through you. “if you moan, i stop, okay?” he added, his voice a mix of playfulness and dominance.

you nodded, a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. lando’s fingers worked magic as they moved on your sides and titties, sending shockwaves through you, your body responding eagerly to his every movement.

as you settled more comfortably on his lap, the heat radiating from his body made your skin flush. you pressed yourself against him, deepening the kiss as you felt him respond, his hands roaming down your sides, exploring every inch of you with a growing urgency.

involuntarily, your hips moved against his, eliciting a slight groan from him.

“ah god, you’re perfect,” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and needy, and it sent a rush of warmth through you. you felt like you were losing yourself in him, every touch igniting a fire that left you breathless.

a thought struck you—what would happen now.

“lando, wait, wait…” you whispered, breaking the kiss just enough to speak—or rather, whisper. the intensity in his eyes only fueled your desire. “do you have a condom?”

“uh… no, fuck…” he shut his eyes when realizing the implications of not having a condom with him.

“oh…” you said, leaving his lap to lay on the bed.

you felt a mix of disappointment and frustration, knowing that this moment could slip away before it even truly began. the air between you felt heavy with unfulfilled tension, and you couldn’t help but wonder how you had arrived at this precipice, so close yet so far.

“but i can't leave you wanting,” lando said, his voice laced with sincerity.

“but what about you?” you pointed to his bulge, the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against his jeans.

“i’ll be fine, love. i wanna take care of you.” he turned to look at you, his eyes searching for reassurance.

“are you sure?” you searched his gaze for any hint of doubt, but all you found was the same want reflected back at you.

“i’ve never been this sure before,” he replied, his voice low and thick with desire. “i need you, love,” he admitted between leaving kisses across your shoulders and the crook of your neck.

“you’re so… fuck, y/n,” he breathed, his gaze burning into every part of your body until it finally landed in your white lace panties, soaked by your pussy juices. “ah, shit… you're so ready f’me, aren't ya?”

you felt yourself begin to spiral by the way he said it, lost in the pleasure he was giving you, the warmth of his skin against yours. you bit your lip, trying not to scream his name, but the more time moved, the harder it got.

the softness of the sheets contrasted with the heat radiating between your bodies when lando hovered above you, his eyes darkened with desire, searching yours for reassurance. you nodded slightly, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

“just breathe, okay?” he murmured, his voice husky as he pressed another lingering kiss to your lips, trailing down to your neck, where he placed soft bites and gentle kisses that made you gasp.

“lando,” you breathed. you craved more, but the vulnerability of the moment was almost overwhelming.

“i know, my love, i know, shh” he whispered back, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “just let me take care of you, m’kay? i’mma make you feel so good, love.”

with that, he shifted lower, trailing kisses down your body, each one igniting the fire within you further. he reached the hem of your dress, his fingers dancing lightly along the shimmering fabric before hesitating for just a moment.

“may i?” he asked, looking up at you with that boyish charm and sincerity you adored.

his hands were warm as they slid over your waist, fingertips teasingly grazing the delicate material before slipping his hand beneath it. he reveled in the feel of your skin, the warmth radiating from your body contrasting with the chill of the fabric.

lando’s fingers slid beneath the lace of your panties, the fabric damp and clinging to you, sending electric sparks through your body. he took his time, savoring every moment as he explored you with the gentleness of a lover and the urgency of a man who craved you deeply.

“so perfect,” he murmured, more to himself, his voice thick with desire. his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly peeled away the fabric, exposing you completely. the heat in his gaze made you feel both vulnerable and empowered, igniting a fire deep within.

as his fingers danced over your most sensitive spots, your breath hitched in your throat. every stroke was deliberate, coaxing whimpers and gasps from you. you arched your back, instinctively seeking more, your body craving his touch.

“ah, god, y/n,” he breathed, his fingers moving in a rhythm that felt intoxicating. “no moaning, remember?” he added another finger just to watch squirm in pleasure.

“lando, please…” you gasped, the sensation overwhelming you. it was a heady mix of pleasure and anticipation, and you could feel the tension building, coiling tightly within you. “please…”

“do you want me to stop, y/n?” he dared.

“no…” your eyes fluttered shut as you cried out like a plea.

“then no sounds, alright?” you nodded, battling the overwhelming sensations as his fingers moved with expert precision. each stroke felt electrifying, and your body instinctively pushed against him, craving more.

you panted, feeling yourself unravel with each deliberate stroke. the urge to moan was becoming impossible to resist, especially as his fingers worked their magic, sending shockwaves through you.

his mouth trailed lower, and you could feel the heat radiating off him as he peppered kisses down your thighs, teasingly close to where you needed him most. you could hardly contain the whimpers that escaped your lips as he finally reached his destination.

with every kiss, every gentle touch, he ignited a fire within you that felt both exhilarating and frightening.

he took his time, his movements deliberate and intoxicating as he kissed your thighs, his breath sending delicious shivers through you.

“lando, please,” you breathed, the urgency in your voice undeniable.

he murmured, sending another wave of warmth coursing through you. he kissed you softly through the fabric, his breath hot and teasing, sending you spiraling closer to the edge.

you felt a rush of pleasure as he slowly moved aside the fabric, his mouth hovering just above you, eyes locked on yours. it was an unspoken promise, one that sent your heart racing. his gaze held yours, a silent question hanging in the air.

“you okay?” he asked softly, his voice thick with anticipation.

“yes, yes” you breathed, the word escaping your lips as a plea and a promise.

with that, he took you into his mouth, drawing you in with a gentle intensity that made you arch against the mattress. every movement was careful yet filled with a desperate need, and you lost yourself completely in the rhythm he created.

what lando’s tongue did on your pussy was almost obscene, the way he explored every sensitive inch of you with a fervor that sent jolts of pleasure racing through your body. his movements were both calculated and wild, as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of you, the way your body responded to his every touch.

with each flick and swirl, you felt yourself unraveling, the tension inside you coiling tighter as he expertly guided you toward ecstasy. you couldn’t hold back the moans that escaped your lips, the sounds echoing off the walls of the room, mingling with the racing heartbeat that pulsed in your ears.

“lan,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath as your fingers tangled in his curls, urging him on. you could feel him smirking against you, the vibration of his laughter sending delicious shivers down your spine. he loved the effect he had on you, and it fueled his desire to give you everything you craved.

the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, entwined in a dance of passion and intimacy. each wave of pleasure that crashed over you was met with a new height of exhilaration, leaving you gasping for more. lando's hands found your hips, grounding you as you surrendered completely to the sensations flooding your senses.

you could feel the warmth building inside you, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to unravel at any moment.

“lando, i’m—” you gasped, your voice breaking as he increased his pace, his determination making your heart race.

“relax and let go for me, love,” he urged, his voice muffled against your skin. the way he said it felt like a gentle command, coaxing you to give into momentary bliss.

“you’re doing so well f’me, baby,” his praise was enough make you go over the edge, you couldn’t stand another second of staying quiet.

the soft, needy sounds that slipped from your lips ignited something primal within him, making lando moan against your pussy. the vibrations sent shockwaves through you, amplifying your pleasure and pulling you deeper into ecstasy.

“there you go,” he chuckled, his breath warm against your sensitive skin. “let it out. lemme hear you, love.” his fingers continued their sweet assault, each movement perfectly tailored to your body’s response, driving you wild.

“fuck, i’m… shit,” you gasped, gripping the sheets, struggling to articulate your need, but the sensations were too overwhelming.

you pressed him against you, craving more of that intoxicating connection.

“you’re so beautiful when you’re lost like this,” he whispered, looking up at you with a wicked grin. “don’t hold back; i wanna hear all those lovely sounds you make.”

the encouragement only fueled your desire, and the combination of his words and the way he touched you pushed you to the edge again. your moans became louder, spilling out despite your efforts to contain them, and each sound only seemed to spur him on.

“that’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice thick with lust. “let it all out for me. i want to feel every inch of you.”

you arched your back, the pleasure building higher and higher, each stroke of his fingers a delicious tease that had you begging for release. “lando, please, i can’t—”

“yes, you can. just let go,” he urged, his lips brushing against your thigh as he continued to work his magic, sending you spiraling further into pleasure.

the moment stretched on, each second a mix of bliss and sweet torture, and as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, you knew you were ready to surrender completely. “shit, i’m so close…” you breathed, unable to hold back any longer.

“that’s it, love. let it happen,” he coaxed, his fingers quickening as he pushed you over the edge, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave, leaving you gasping and trembling beneath him.

with one final stroke, the tension shattered, and waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and gasping for air. you didn't fight the instinct to cry out as you surrendered to the bliss. for a second you forgot about lando’s parents and family, the world around you had faded away.

after the waves of ecstasy receded, you lay together in a blissful haze, the warmth of his body still wrapped around you, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your skin. the soft sounds of the party outside faded into the background, but you knew that this moment, right here, was all that mattered.

your body relaxed in a way that you didn't even care about what lando's parents would think about you screaming their son's name in the very first day of 2024. that moment was yours and no one would take that away from you.

“happy new year's, y/n,” he muttered against your hair.

“happy new year's, norris.”

the next morning, january 1st, 2024, you woke up alone. the bed felt strangely empty without lando beside you, a stark contrast to the warmth and intimacy of the night before. a nagging worry settled in your stomach as you pushed the covers aside and got up, glancing around the quiet room. after a moment’s hesitation, you made your way downstairs, curiosity guiding you but anxiety nipping at your heels.

in the now-clean kitchen, you found cisca, lando's mother, bustling around as she cooked breakfast. her presence was comforting, a reminder of the welcoming home you had come to cherish, but it did little to ease the tightness in your chest.

“good morning, y/n,” she greeted, glancing up with a warm smile. “did you sleep well?”

“yeah, just… where's lando?” you asked, the hint of worry creeping into your voice betraying your calm facade.

“he said he needed to think; he left about an hour ago,” she replied, stirring a pot on the stove.

“oh…” your heart sank, a mix of confusion and concern flooding your mind. why would he leave without saying anything? had you messed things up? the uncertainty twisted in your stomach, and you felt the warmth of last night slip away, replaced by the chill of doubt.

cisca seemed to sense your unease and turned to you, her expression softening. “look, y/n,” she began gently. “i know you two like each other, and i know… things happened last night. i just want to say that i am so supportive of you getting together. you do him so much good, dear.”

you felt your cheeks warm at her words, a mix of embarrassment and happiness washing over you. but the lingering thought nagged at you—that maybe lando regretted what happened last night, that perhaps he needed space because he was unsure about everything.

“thank you. it means a lot to hear that. lando and i have been close for a while, and last night... it just felt right,” you said, trying to convince yourself as much as her.

“wait,” she said, raising an eyebrow playfully, a teasing smile creeping onto her face. “so does that mean you’re actually together now?”

you paused, the weight of her question hanging in the air, amplifying the doubt already creeping into your mind. “i… well, we haven’t really talked about it like that yet, but... i guess? i don't know…”

her smile widened. “well, i’m glad to hear that anyway! he’s a wonderful boy, and you two deserve to be happy together.”

you nodded, but the uncertainty remained. what if lando was questioning everything? as you thought about him, your heart fluttered with the possibilities of what was to come, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something might have changed overnight. you needed to clear your head.

you excused yourself, feeling the weight of the morning's events pressing down on you. “i should go home and be with my relatives,” you said, trying to dismiss the anxious thoughts swirling in your mind.

as you stepped outside, the cool morning air hit you, and a wave of insecurity washed over you. what if lando regretted last night? you pulled out your phone and quickly typed a message to him:

“hey you, good morningg

you alright? didn’t see you leave.

text me when you can.”

you hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen, hoping he’d reply soon. with each passing second, the uncertainty gnawed at you, but you tried to shake it off and focus on the warmth of the memories from the night before.

[littlelamy]

hi!! i love ur works so far 🫶🏼 if ur taking requests could you do something with ceo rafe x anxious reader and him only being soft for her or something like that

hope you like it! ⭐️ you’d always heard about the cold, ruthless nature of ceo rafe cameron, the way he carried himself with an air of confidence that could intimidate even the most seasoned executives. yet, here you were, tucked away in a small corner of his office, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your blouse. today was the big day—you had to present your project to him and the board.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts in your head. your anxiety always seemed to bubble up at the worst times, and now, as you sat in front of rafe, it felt as if the walls were closing in on you. his desk, polished and imposing, seemed to loom over you, amplifying your nerves.

rafe leaned back in his chair, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “you look nervous,” he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. his blue eyes, often cold and calculating in the boardroom, softened when they landed on you.

“i’m fine,” you replied, your voice shaky.

he raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “you’re not fooling anyone, you know. just take a deep breath.”

you tried to follow his advice, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. it helped a little, but you could still feel the tension coiling in your stomach.

“come on,” rafe said, his voice low and encouraging. “let’s practice. you can do this.”

you nodded, appreciating the way he’d shifted from his usual commanding presence to someone who genuinely wanted to help. rafe wasn’t just your boss; he was someone who seemed to understand your struggles in a way few others did.

as you began your presentation, your voice trembled, but rafe remained focused, leaning forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. he didn’t interrupt or critique; instead, he nodded along, offering you a reassuring smile that gave you the confidence to keep going.

“see? you’re doing great,” he said softly as you stumbled over a few words, his encouragement a balm for your frayed nerves. “just keep going.”

you glanced up at him, finding solace in his gaze. there was something so disarming about rafe in these moments, a stark contrast to the cutthroat businessman everyone else saw. you found yourself drawn to this softer side of him, the part that only seemed to emerge when it was just the two of you.

when you finished, you released a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. “was that okay?” you asked, anxiety creeping back in.

“more than okay,” rafe replied, standing up to walk around the desk. he leaned against it, closer to you now, his presence both intimidating and comforting. “you nailed it. you’re brilliant, you know that?”

the praise warmed your cheeks, and you could feel your heart fluttering in your chest. “thanks,” you murmured, not entirely sure how to respond to such kind words.

“and you don’t have to be nervous around me,” he added, his expression serious. “i’m not like the others. i want you to succeed.”

your heart swelled at his sincerity, and you felt a connection forming between you that you hadn’t anticipated. in this high-pressure environment, rafe’s kindness stood out like a beacon.

“really?” you asked, needing to hear it again.

“really,” he confirmed, moving closer. the distance between you felt charged, electric. “i care about you. i always have.”

you swallowed hard, your anxiety momentarily forgotten in the weight of his words. rafe cameron, the formidable ceo, was softening for you, and it made your heart race in a way that both thrilled and terrified you.

“do you want to go grab coffee after this?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes searching yours. “i think you deserve a treat after your hard work.”

your stomach flipped at the idea, excitement mingling with your nervousness. “yeah, i’d like that.”

“great. now let’s get through this board meeting, okay?” he said, a playful smile on his lips. “and remember, i’m right there with you.”

as you moved to leave, rafe gently took your hand, pulling you close. you looked up at him, your heart pounding. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as he rocked you gently from side to side. the warmth of his body against yours was grounding, easing your nerves in a way you hadn’t expected.

“you’re going to do amazing,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. and before you could fully register what was happening, he leaned down, capturing your lips with his in a soft, lingering kiss. it was sweet and tender, a promise that he would always be there for you.

when he pulled away, his eyes searched yours, filled with warmth and affection. “now, let’s show them what you can do,” he said, his confidence radiating off him as he led you toward the boardroom, hand in hand.

with rafe by your side, you felt emboldened, ready to face whatever came next. and as you walked together, his presence felt like a shield against your anxiety, a reminder that even in the cutthroat world of business, there could be moments of kindness and warmth.

as you entered the room, you caught rafe’s eye, and for a fleeting moment, you knew that no matter how tough things got, he’d always have your back.

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[inkofthebrain]

Imperial

[Paul Atreides x F!Reader] 1113 Words

Paul Atreides, Duke of Arakkis, takes the hand of the Emperor's eldest daughter for the throne, yet neither are pleased. They know they must learn to be civil, but what will it cost them...

Tags: post-Dune 2, strays from book canon, no use of yin, dune typical everything, Corinno!Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers kind of? ARRAIGNED MARRIAGE TROPE EXCEPT BOTH PARTIES ARE PISSY ABOUT IT, not proofread LOL.

Warnings: Dune typical themes, motifs, and actions

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Nine———

Everyone in their right mind knows not to stop a charging bride so the guards didn’t even lift a finger as you marched towards the lush estate gardens.

Caladan has become less daunting the more time you spend there, you only wish it will be the same for the landscape of desert you have been sentenced too. Your thoughts consume you, racing past behind you eyes and gone before you were to process them, as your feet patter off path to a small clearing by the cliff side.

Your eyes gazed over the crashing waves against the resistance of the cliff side and fate came to mind; when does it not. You never really believed in it but you have come to the realization that with enough time and planning, anything could be orchestrated.

Your fate in particular seemed to have been thousands of years in the making, and while you have tried to fight against it similar to the angry waves beating the stone—-the tide will always succumb to the earth.

The salty air entered your nostrils with a swift inhale as you attempted to soothe your aching heart. The emotion was somewhere between grief and anger for both your father and your stolen fate.

You lifted your left hand and examined your ring before adjusting it slightly, there was no method to your movements, you just needed something physical to bring you out of your head.

And that is exactly what happened when you felt a hand brush your shoulder. You instantly whipped around to see who had caught you, but all you saw was Paul.

“We have a reception to attend, you know” His tone was rather playful, despite the fact you charged away before any words could be exchanged.

You tired back to the water before speaking, Paul following shortly to your side. The friendliness between the two of you was comfortable, You both kept each other within an arm's reach both physically and emotionally. A fine line seen all too often in these marriages.

“I’m Empress, aren’t I to do what I please?” You quip.

“If only it were that easy”

“If only”

A comforting silence fell between the two of you as you soaked in the view. Who knew the last time you would see such vast oceans. Maybe Paul did. You had no idea of knowing.

His gifts were quite alarming at first but a clear symptom of his spice agony. Drinking the water of life is a pain you have only had the horror of hearing about from your fathers truthsayer. It was a brutal ritual not even the Sardukar could endure.

The lives of so many others entering your mind, the multitudes of paths, the multitudes of potential. All while retaining your current wants and desires. The bile had heightened almost every part of him, his intelligence, his fears, and the crushing sensation of a will not of your own.

“Tell me about Arakkis?” You asked him

“It’s baren, and the heat follows you everywhere and—“

“Not a Definition, Paul. About your time there. I’d like to know what I’m getting into.”

You were terrified to be thrown into his world. Adjusting to a foreign culture is always strenuous but being implanted in one where your betrothed is their messiah? It was hard to tell if the people would accept you or reject your legitimacy as a bride to their mahdi.

His lips straightened into a tight line as he pondered where to start but like most things in the imperium, it was nipped in the bud before it would foster. You heard Delia’s stride approaching from behind.

“While I love to see the new Emperor and Empress basking in one another’s company, there are quite a few important people who are expecting the both of you very soon.” Her hands were clasped down at her waist as she attentively waited. You nod your head and let out a small hum before turning away from the view.

“I have another quick change, hm?” You question, Delia Humors your small remark and lets out a small laugh before nodding her head.

“I’ll see you there, husband.” The word felt like a dagger shooting through Paul. As you stepped away with Delia, Paul continued to ponder on what his life has succumbed to.

He had just married a woman he barely knew, all the while leaving the woman who brought him to be the person he is now behind in the dust. He hadn’t told you about Chani, yet somehow there was an unspoken agreement between you two that some things were to be left unsaid. This was a political marriage after all.

Chani despised him, he had risen above her after swearing he would be equal to her. Now he is her emperor, her new suppressor. Paul couldn’t help but wonder if the path he was blindly leading you down would leave you hating him as well. Maybe that’s how it was fated to be.

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Delia had you re-pampered in all your imperial glory as you were thrown into a room of hungry politically driven wolves with Paul at your side.

After lists of warm wishes and congratulations, many of said wolves dove in for the kill. Presenting the two of you with ideas, requests, and comments on their states. Everyone was there, from planetary governors to heads of houses, all for the same greedy purpose; power.

Connections mean everything in this court, you are unlikely to get far without them. This is what you were taught from a very young age, both false and true connections. Double sided “friendship” and backhanded comments on current policies were all the rage as you and Paul were forced to parade yourselves around the large room.

Once you and Paul were able to seclude yourselves in a far corner you decided it was time for politics.

“We need a new truth-sayer, I cannot bear the thought of Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam attempting to further stir my fathers corruption into our future.” You turned to face him, “she is all but fond of you”

Paul let out a short chuckle, “That I am very aware of. The Bene Gesserit are not my biggest supporters.”

You let out a small hum in response, “Your mother?”

Paul shook his head, “She is the Fremen’s, we mustn’t take her from them. Not after they have just gained their Dune back” With a nod of your head and the clasping of your hands, you direct your attention to the rest of the room. Trying to predict who wants to make a proposition next. Trying to predict where your future would take you.

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Question about the AROFAM Au. How does the Day Of Unity and S3 special's plot line work given. . .well, everything.

Simple! I had to change basically everything.

obviously due to the nature of the au, and trying to keep everyone mostly still in character, the day of unity would make no sense at all to exist, so it...doesn't.

instead, in order to create a plot similar to the show to hit a lot of similar beats, i took the titan trappers and make them into more prominent characters/villains

so instead of a day of unity, it's their ritual to sacrifice king to free the collector, after years of earning their way to power and finding a new disk (The disk Philip was hiding in his basement)

and instead of the plan to be to stop the draining spell, it's a plan to save king's life and prevent the collector from being released (Collector has been convinced alongside Lilith they're going to save them, have no idea king would die for it)

also also, Philip, due to breaking his deal with collector and making him mad, is just...terrified of him, so everyone is under the impression freeing him will cause massive consequences

day of unity instead involved infiltrating the ritual space and getting both king and the disk out from under the trapper's noses, philip and caleb are going after the disk, kiki and steve were in charge of going for king.

Everyone else was there to make the escape and heist easy

(Yes this became a heist episode, which i think is funny payoff for the raiding these guys do in this au, truly the ultimate raid)

Also, philip and caleb get to be dressed up like this:

and yes, that does change other episodes like Edge of the World, tho they do still find out king is a titan in that so that plot point sticks.

you still have king releasing collector, but the context is slightly different and there are plenty unique heartbreaking elements to this au's version of KT.

Like Philip and Caleb getting into a fight right before being separated in different dimensions due to philip sacrificing himself to stay on the isles to face his punishment (Which obviously leads to different dynamics in s3 where king is hanging out alongside philip and Lilith whilst eda and luz are stuck on earth)

s3 has the unique thing of having caleb be stuck with all the kids on earth after being gone so long, seeing how things have changed and coping with the regret of his brother being gone after he promised they'd never seperate like that again.

darius and eber are there of course so they all gotta manage the kids and get to all catch up, while eda is out there in beast form.

all the stuff with camilia seeing luz, which is a pile of angst in itself, especially since she and caleb become grief friends and he appears to be harboring her missing daughter.

the whole rescue mission to get philip back in FTF, reuniting with kiki whose now the rebel leader actually, eda and lilith uniting after so many dang years, and the finale that's more about talking down the collector and befriending him rather then a big old fight.

and that's just me summarizing stuff, there's a lot i'm just skimming over

but as you can tell, i changed stuff, added new and unique stuff, and put a lot of thought into still making it a swap au whilst making things still unique.

if that all sounds interesting, check out my au at @areverseoffeathersandmud-archive , there is a LOT, and you can see these plots with some comics and art there

[randofics]

Silent running

The pirates never stood a chance when they attacked our ship.

We were one of the first to have humans on our crew. They were such a new species to the galaxy that just the basics were known about them. They were omnivores, which wasn't totally unheard of in the galaxy. It was just that most hunted small prey similar to earth fish and birds when they wanted meat. Hunting large game was unheard of. It was simply too risky.

The human female Nadia and her mate Jacob were friendly and always lent a helping hand when needed. It took some time for the herbivores to get used to them with their forward facing eyes and predatory ticks, so to speak.

We learned of their constantly aware body and mind that would snap to attention at the slightest off noise. An engine making a slightly different tone than normal? The humans would set to fixing the problem as soon as they heard it.

A piece of equipment set precariously on a bench, making an ever so small noise as it falls? One of them slides across the floor to catch it, just inches from breaking.

When the pirates attacked, we witnessed their predatory nature take hold.

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As soon as the captains voice sounded over the shipwide comms, the two humans tensed. The security personnel got to work readying for boarding. The ship didn't have much in the way of weaponry, so boarding was inevitable.

The alarms sounded when the pirate ship latched onto ours. The main power was cut shortly after, leaving the rooms and halls bathed in the dim eery light of the emergency lamps. When I looked to the humans, they were gone. I ran to the bridge but was stopped by pirates who grabbed me.

They took me to an emptied room where several of the other crew members were. Some of the more defiant ones had been badly beaten and tied up. A few security personnel were here, too. The humans were nowhere amongst this group.

A pirate tired of my standing in the doorway kicked me in the back, making me fall hard onto a few of my crewmates. The door shut with a hiss, and it's lock clicked into place. One of my friends helped me sit up and asked me quietly if I knew where the humans were. "No, as soon as the alarm sounded, they were gone. I have no idea where they whent."

My crewmates and I hoped there would be help soon.

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The dark halls were filled with the eery red glow from the emergency lights. A pair of reptilian Hissa walked down a particularly creepy corridor plasma launchers in claw. "This place seems different than those other halls, don't you think?"

"Yeah, something feels off about this place." Suddenly, the lights behind them all go out at once. They spin around weapons drawn, but they can't see anything through the darkness. One shoots in an attempt to light up the hall. The flash of a tall silhouette and the shine of something metal is all they can make out before the plasma fizzles out.

Their eyes widen, and they suck in a scared breath. "Did you just see that?" The other nods in response. A flash of a being is seen in the red light as it charges towards them. The gleaming metal of a kitchen knife attached to a pole disappears into the gut of the first. The second attempts to fire upon this terrifying beast as it turns on him, but it's too quick. It pushes his plasma launcher away, slashing at him with a smaller knife.

The seconds throat is slit and they grab at the gushing wound as they lay on the floor. The first attempts to crawl away with the spear still in their gut, but the creature silences their cries with a knife through the skull.

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In another room, three pirates are looting drawers and flinging objects around for fun. The room's lights go out, and they all tense. They don't see the shadow slip out of the ceiling vent landing with a quiet tap of feet on the floor behind them.

A sickening crack and their comrades body falling limp to the floor grabs their attention. One takes out a light and flicks it on. A bipedal creature in the ships uniform stands in front of them with their comrades' body limp on the floor, his head turned on his neck in an impossible position. The beings' predatory eyes glare back at them, and it bares its teeth.

Terrified the two pirates aim at the creature, and before they can pull their triggers, it lunges at them.

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"Captain! The boarding party seems to be under attack!"

"I'm sure they can handle a few stragglers."

"No sir somethings taken several of our men out!"

"How many is several?" The captain narrows his four eyes. "We've lost fifteen so far, sir."

His eyes widen, and he yells at another alien in the room. "I want groups six and seven on board that ship NOW!" They rush out of the room presumably towards the control room. "Get Veshkorn up here!"

"Yes, sir!" The other alien runs out, leaving the captain alone.

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Hannah shook with adrenaline and fear as she hid in the vent. Below, there were two pirates standing gaurd in front of the door to her shipmates. She had to time this perfectly and make sure she aimed her makeshift spear true to her target. Knife, in her other hand she aimed for the aliens' chest cavity. "Hshk." The spear sinks into the aliens body, and she leaps down onto the other startled alien, sinking her knife into its throat.

She pulls the spear free and opens the door. Half of the ships crew meet her eyes as it slides open. To most, she looks like a full-blown predator. Blood splattered on her uniform and any exposed skin. More blood coating her knife and spear. Her eyes are wild and blown from the adrenaline. Her hair is an absolute mess from moving through the dusty vents, and she's breathing quickly.

"Everyone, alright?" Her voice seems to startle the herbivores as they flinch in response. One omnivore speaks up. "Some have wounds but nothing too serious."

She nods her head, turning her gaze to glance down either side of the hallway. "Anyone willing, I need you to protect the others. You all need to stay here for now until we've cleared all these scumbags out. If you don't hear from one of us in a few hours, assume we're too badly injured to come back here or were dead."

With that, she sprints off down the hall, disappearing around the corner. Most of them don't even hear her footsteps as she leaves.

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"What is happening!?" The captain now on the bridge slams his fist into the arm of his seat. "Sir, it's difficult to tell. Our men aren't surviving long enough to give us much information."

"What information do we have then!?"

"There seems to be some kind of bipedal creatures almost surgically eliminating our men pair by pair. Who or whatever they are, they're experts at stealth and by the looks of it crude bladed weaponry."

"Has anyone gotten a shot off on one?"

"Not that we know of, sir." Another alien chimes in. "Sir, if I may?"

"What is it, Veshkorn?"

"We seem to be taking more casualties than this ship is worth. Shouldn't we leave while we still have some of our men?" The captain sighs, pinching his brow.

"I suppose you're correct, Veshkorn. Tell the remaining boarding parties to come back. We're leaving."

"Should they gather anything valuable on their way?"

"No, but that won't stop them from trying."

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Kevin watches from behind a transport crate as the pirates get a message over their comms. They rush out of the room, and in mild confusion, he steps out of his hiding spot. "Hey, you guys, seeing what I'm seeing?"

"The pirates running away? Yes."

"Let's make some terror, shall we?" Following behind them, they stay hidden, knocking things over to make loud sounds. Loud shrieks and growls help up the anti as they silently run from room to room, staying just out of sight. Just a few rooms before the open hatch into the pirate ship, they go completely silent. They wait till the last alien starts to walk through and grab him, taking him into the shadows as he screams and thrashes in their grip.

The hatch is promptly sealed shut, and immediately, the pirate ship disconnects its anchoring lines drifting away from the other vessel as fast as it can.

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As the alien fights against their grip, they tie him to a chair in a darkened room. At first, he thinks they all leave. An hour or so later, he hears someone talking to him through a speaker somewhere above. He thinks it's probably the ships captain going to question him. And he's right for the most part. The voice asks a question which he spits out a curse to.

The voice goes silent, and he hears something behind him. He's not alone. There's something in this small dark room with him, and it's been here the entire time! Hot air brushes the back of his head as he now hears the almost silent breaths of this something.

Frozen in fear, he almost doesn't hear the question being asked again. Shaky, he blurts out an answer. The voice doesn't seem satisfied, though, and they go silent again. A deep growling sound in his ear makes him squeak in fear. He answers again, and this time, he's rewarded by the being behind him backing off.

As this process repeats, he slowly thinks that maybe they're just bluffing its probably just another normal alien behind him with a voice distorter. But when he speaks on his revelation, something new happens. Something lands on his shoulder and stays there long enough for him to feel its rough shape. It's not like any other xenos extremities that he can remember. Five fingers on a roughly circular shape, each extremity being too thin to be something he recognized.

Then, an unrecognizable voice deep and sinister speaks in an unknown language. "You need to start talking, or this is gonna get ugly." The appendage on his shoulder moves around his throat, threatening to crush it with a slight but firm tightening of their grip. Over the next few minutes, he spills everything he knows. The creature eventually backing off behind him again.

Once they've got all the information they want to know, the creature shuffles out of the room. The dim light of the hall only revealing the black silhouette of the tall creature. Another familiar silhouette steps just inside, turning on the light before stepping back out and locking the door behind them.

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A few years later, he's on a prison moon conversing with some of his fellow pirates. "Those creatures... I've never been so terrified in my life! They were so quiet it's like they were silent running!"

[depravitycentral]

im sorry if this is a lame ask, but i just had the idea and thought i would share it to see if it would strike any inspo! of course on this blog you’ve talked about all the things our beloved troupe members are into, but have you ever considered what their absolute turn offs are? like things that pull them out of the mood almost immediately? or kinks that would seem to fit certain members, but end up not being their thing for one reason or another

Ooh yes anon this strikes inspo !!

This is a good point - it's all fine and dandy to imagine sex with your yandere as being so bad but so good, as if they know every secret, dirty kink and fantasy you have. (That's because they do know, whether through extensive stalking, pouring through your search histories, or raw, natural sexual chemistry with you. They all think they've got that last one, but normally any positive sexual encounters between the two of you will be a consequence of the former two rather than the latter.)

But of course, everyone has turn offs, and while your yandere would be willing to do pretty much anything to please you, even the most obsessed, unhinged yanderes have a few hard, fast exceptions.

I'm assuming you meant just hxh yanderes for this, so let's proceed moving forward with that in mind! If you meant for another fandom, please let me know and I'd be happy to discuss those yanderes too <3

Let's discuss !!

(Tw for petnames, watersports, recording, anal, pegging, crying, hitting, and other smutty things)

Chrollo Lucilfer is pretty hard to frazzle in bed, and is one of those who have done extensive, eager research into both your own personal sexual preferences, and made educated guesses on kinks that seem to correlate with ones he already knows you possess. That said, Chrollo himself isn't especially risky in bed - he'll indulge you, sure, but he doesn't have a strong desire to try anything especially crazy unless you're a big fan. And while he'll let you have your fun (particularly in the beginning of your sexual relationship, just because promising you that he'll choke you or dominate you or whatever else you may like just to get you into bed with him and somewhat willing, just because he needs to pleasure you and get you warming up to him) , most of the time sex with him is quite vanilla. He's open to listening to whatever you want, with one very, very large exception: there is no amount of pleading or bargaining that will let you peg him. He doesn't inherently believe that men should always be dominant over women, but he does believe that he should always be dominant over you. And if you were to peg him, this power structure would collapse, allowing you too much control over both his pleasure and him. He doesn't mind being in a more physically submissive position (he'll never deny you when you straddle him and tell him that you're in charge for the evening, the only response you get being a twinkle in his eye, a soft smirk and a hummed we will see, my love), but the idea of you fucking him just rubs him the wrong way. He's more vulnerable with you than he is anyone else, but Chrollo has his limits. (Besides, the idea of absolutely falling apart for you is both alluring and terrifying, because the moment you discover his prostate, he'll be a gasping mess, his cheeks tinged a light pink and his grip on the sheets below him very, very tight. It would be embarrassing, and he can't allow you to see him in such a weak position - it would derail all the hard work he's done to convince you that you need him.)

Feitan Portor really detests being called Daddy. He thinks it's weird, and even if you - sweet, perfect, irritatingly attractive you - were to say it, he still wouldn't like it. There's just something about it that rubs him the wrong way - it feels too paternal, and while he doesn't remember having a family in any biological capacity, it still just makes his skin crawl. He won't get soft immediately upon hearing you say it (he's always just slightly hard when you're in his vicinity, so rarely ever is he truly flaccid around you), but he'll need to pull out and take a breather, mentally trying to erase the sound of the petname rolling off your tongue. He can deal with other petnames - he'd be okay with sir, if only because he's always kind of had a thing for roleplaying, or at least having some sort of overarching power dynamic present during sex, and being called sir would place him in a position of absolute authority, meaning he could do whatever he wants to you and you'd just obediently obey. (You already kind of do, too scared to say no to him, but it doesn't feel as authentic - he feels less comfortable, more vulnerable and exposed and raw, and he doesn't like that.) You could even call him master if you really wanted to - similarly, it feeds his desire for playing a powerful, dominant role, but he doesn't have any sort of particularly liking towards maid costumes or anything of the sort, so it wouldn't do too much for him. He's good with nearly anything else you could throw at him, but never Daddy. Frankly, he really just prefers his own, actual name - it just sounds so damn good when you gasp it, the sound going straight to both his cock and heart.

Phinks Magcub's brows always get pinched and his lips quirk down when he thinks about the idea of you bleeding during sex. It makes his hands itch, this protectiveness welling up inside him that makes him antsy and nervous and jittery, the energy all pent up and needing to be released because god, he doesn't like seeing you hurt. Even if it makes you feel good, your moans increasing because of the pain twinged pleasure, he's unwilling to indulge you - he couldn't bring himself to purposefully make you bleed, and while he does occasionally (often) leave you bruised and incredibly sore after having his way with you, that's a whole different thing from seeing that crimson color against your pretty skin. It just makes him uncomfortable - if you asked nicely enough he'd consider maybe lightly slapping you or getting rough with you (though he's already pretty rough when he gets lost in the moment - finger shaped bruises litter your body and hickeys dance along your collarbone and neck), but he'll draw the line at drawing blood. (Similarly, he doesn't really want to bleed himself either, but he'd be more willing to be in the position of pain than putting you into that position of pain. Besides, it might help him last longer, the pleasure warded off by negative stimulation - and god knows Phinks needs all the help he can get in delaying his orgasms.)

Uvogin is pretty adventurous in bed, all things considered, but even he has a few hard turn offs, one of which being degrading you. He doesn't mind calling you needy or possessive terms of endearment, but anything with even a slight negative connotation is always preceded by a 'my', so that when he's calling you a slut it always becomes my slut. Even then, he doesn't like doing this - his natural default when he's naked with you is to be praising you, because those are honestly the thoughts running through his mind when he's got his hands on you and he's feeling your soft skin against his. He genuinely only has good, lustful, reverent things to say about your body and the fact that he's getting to touch, kiss, squeeze, and fuck you, and he's not shy about telling the truth. And so, if you were to request for him to degrade you a bit in bed or be a little meaner, he'll oblige, but it'll feel just slightly forced, his words not holding their usual deep, growling timber that always sends shivers down your spine. He ends up compromising by mixing praise and degradation, but absolutely destroying you with his thrusts and well placed circles on your clit, channeling all the harsh, humiliating energy of verbal degradation instead into how he assaults your body with an overwhelming amount of pleasure. He just doesn't like the idea of lying to you, even if it turns you on in this context, because it just feels wrong to tell you that you're only a hole for me to fuck, and holes don't talk. You're not - you're so much more than that, and he doesn't want you to think otherwise. Hell no, not with all the work he's put into making you get comfortable with him and want him. One roll around on the liviing room floor (he'd gotten impatient and didn't feel like making the thirty step journey to the bedroom) isn't worth reversing months worth of warming you up to him. Not even if you leave his back scratched up or end up so stuffed full of his cum that you're literally leaking.

Nobunaga Hazama is, frankly, just thankful and elated that you're touching him. He's delusional, compeltely out of touch with reality, and fucking weird, but he's also a major sap and literally gets heart eyes everytime he sees you. And so, in the bedroom he wants everything to be as close and sensual as possible, and for every bit of pleasure and love shared between the two of you to be expressed in full. This, of course, includes any and all noises he draws out of you - that is, Nobunaga has to have you gasping and keening and moaning. He's loud himself, and he expects sex to be full of wanton cries and a cacophany of sound; one that you are expected to eagerly contribute to. And if you don't deliver? Well, Nobunaga will just try harder, licking at your faster or thrusting harder or pinching tighter - anything and everything to get you to make a damn sound, to give stop him from having to confront the reality that you aren't enjoying this nearly as much as he is. He gets turned off when you're quiet, which is a real bummer if you aren't naturally loud - you have to be, because he won't quite until you are, even if that takes hours and hours and hours.

Alternatively, Franklin Bordeau can tell when you're faking it, and he doesn't like that. At all. He doesn't want your forced moans or fabricated shaking or anything that isn't real - he wants you, your genuine reactions to his touch, and your genuine personality in bed. He doesn't want you to sound like some pornstar - with your moans constant and high and shrill and more pained than pleasured - for two main reasons, the first of which being that it's just annoying. He's never understood the allure of a woman screaming during sex, and even in the context of actual, real pleasure, it still makes him uncomfortable. It's too close to the sounds he hears when he's working a heist - he doesn't want you to sound like them, because he has no intentions of hurting you and just the mere thought of you bloodied is enough to get him soft immediately and clutching onto you like you'll disappear any moment. The second reason why he doesn't want you to be forcing anything is because although he's decently confident in his sexual abilities, he knows he isn't making you feel that good. He's sure him fingering you isn't capable of getting you gasping and whining his name constantly - sure, it feels good, and you'll probably moan and sigh, but still. When he's fucking you, he's hopeful that you'll cry out his name, but he knows you shouldn't be screaming and rythmically, shrilly moaning. He values honesty, and hearing your real, raw reactions to his touch and his presence feels a thousand times more pleasurable than anything you could ever forcibly manufacture - especially your orgasms. He can always tell when you're faking, so don't try it. Don't.

Honestly, it's pretty difficult to get Shalnark turned off. He's kinky, adventurous, and misinterprets a lot of your responses during sex - he likes to think you're just as wild as he is, and even when you clearly don't like something, he still thinks seeing you struggle is just as arousing. (Besides, most of the time he will get you to orgasm - and seeing the internal dilemma of hating what he's doing alongside the pleasure you can't hold back is absolutely delicious.) That said, there are very specific situations that Shalnark doesn't find any attraction in - specifically, he absolutely is not willing to be cucked. Having another person in the room while he fucks you hard enough to make you cry isn't a problem at all - on the contrary, he's very, very interested in that idea, because having another man watch him claim you makes both his possessiveness and nostrils flare, his palms getting sweaty and his pants feeling tight. Cucking, on the other hand, implies that there's someone else touching you - another person sullying you, getting their disgusting hands on your perfect skin that's all his his his, and that's just simply unacceptable. He didn't go through all that trouble of kidnapping you and keeping you in a secure location just to have you touched, fucked, loved by another man. It doesn't matter if it's a stranger or someone Shalnark trusts with his life - you will not be getting intimate with another soul for the rest of your life, simply because he firmly sees you as his property, and him yours. So don't even bother bringing the idea up - he'll fuck you in front of the stranger, no problem, but they're prohibited to strictly watching. (Or, maybe, they'd be good at helping get those camera angles that are really tough to capture - right up in your face, or right zoomed into where his length - flushed red and swollen - is sinking into you over and over, the home video the perfect thing to watch tonight as he cuddles you to sleep.)

Alternatively, Machi Komacine can't stomach the thought of doing anything public. It's not that she fears getting caught, but rather that it makes her uncomfortable that anyone could see the two of you. Someone could just pass by and happen to get an eyeful of you - your pretty skin and curves, your lovely body that her eyes always seem to get stuck on, watching, wanting, yearning. She's not spontaneous in any way when it comes to sex, and she just doesn't see the allure of the risk or danger involved. She's too possessive; it takes her so long to even allow herself to see you naked, and to have a stranger do that and even see your face while she's pleasuring you, while you're coming? The thought makes her nen flare up, the urge to wrap you in her arms and keep the world from even catching a glimpse of you only growing stronger. Even aside from her possessiveness, the idea of doing something where others could see you makes her nervous, too, because Machi isn't entirely confident in her abilities to actually please you in the bedroom. Sure, she understands female anatomy and has a good sense of what you like from all that stalking, but actually doing it? That's a different thing entirely - and the pressure of pleasing you coupled with the pressure of other people potentially watching her struggle makes her feel uncomfortable, a foreign, heavy sense of self doubt settling heavily in her gut. It's just not for her - sex belongs in the bedroom, or perhaps the couch or kitchen table. Not outside of your 'shared' apartment, and certainly not where someone else could get an eyeful of what's hers.

Pakunoda will still jump on the opportunity to pleasure you and be pleasured, but in general she'll be hesitant if the both of you are still fully clothed. She doesn't see the appeal of clothed sex - she wants you completely bared to her, utterly raw, your body on display for her to worship and touch and mark. She thinks keeping the clothing on is not only impractical, but diminishes the intimacy between the two of you. You'll get all sorts of sticky, hard to clean things staining the clothes, and because she can be a little snobby about materialistic delights like luxury clothing, she's not exactly keen on getting your slick all over her nice clothes. (Although, she wouldn't be entirely opposed to having your slick all over her skin, like you're leaving a mark of possession on her. Just not the clothes.) Clothes stop her from being able to fully explore your body, and, as much as she'd never admit it, when you have your clothing on it makes it much harder to use her nen on you. That is, while it makes her feel a little dirty and slimy, she will be using her ability to dig into your memories for any information on your kinks and fantasies, just because she wants to make sex as perfect and pleasurable for you as she possibly can. So shed the layers with her - it makes things so much better. Plus, the sight of you bare and squirming underneath her, looking all pretty and submissive and cute is certainly a drool worthy sight.

All things considered, Shizuku Murasaki is actually kind of picky about sex. She likes things to be her way or the highway, and as her darling you'll be forced to go along with all of her preferences and wants. And while she loves all things oral, there are a few things she's absolutely unwilling to do. Namely, while she worships you and cherishes you as much as a mass-murderer can, she will not indulge you in anything involving your asshole. It's a cleanliness thing for her; she knows you're clean (she'd just bathed with you this morning and personally hand washed you, paying very, very careful attention to your cunt), but she has a mental block against having her mouth anywhere near that part of you. She's always felt this way with every partner she's had - she just doesn't understand the allure of anal, whether that be fingering, oral, or penetration. She'd much, much rather pay attention to other areas of your body - your pussy, your thighs, your breasts, your mouth. She'll always shy away when she's got her face between your legs, but unfortunately for you, this courtesy does not extend to you too. She doesn't expect you to do anything with her ass, but she certainly won't stop you if you're getting too close, or if you get the desire. She'll just blink at you and tell you to be careful, then pull your head in by your hair and get you closer and closer and closer, enjoying the experience despite herself. Shizuku is a little hypocritical in a lot of aspects in sex, but this is one particular area where she's absolutely unfair.

Hisoka Marrow is a freak in every sense of the word. Genuinely, there is very, very little you could do that would cause him to fall out of the mood, or to rid him of the insistant, raging boner nearly everything you do gives him. He'll try anything once, and he firmly believes in keeping your sex life interesting and varied. That said, he certainly has preferences, and one thing that sits quite low on his list of preferred bedroom activities is to be worshipped. It's not that he doesn't want your attention and praise (he does, urgently), but rather that there's something about the position of being the one drowned in compliments and confessions of love that makes him a little uncomfortable. Perhaps it's because he's not used to being in such a submissive, vulnerable position, or maybe it's because he doesn't feel like he's got enough control of the situation. It doesn't really matter, because Hisoka will always send teasing remarks your way when you get the courage to be the dominant one, and that will almost always derail you enough to get you steering away from any territory that gets dangerously close to becoming too vulnerable and real for him. He loves you in his own twisted, strange way, but he's not ready to open himself up fully to you, to let you take full charge and just take care of him. He may never be ready, really, so any dreams you have of fully dominating him and reducing him to a trembling, fucked out mess will have to remain just that - dreams.

In general, Illumi Zoldyck will try most things you suggest. It's not that he's especially adventurous in the bedroom, but rather that you're the first person he's ever had any sexual contact with, and everything with you feels good, so he wants to try it all. He has very few boundries when it comes to you, and so consequently, there aren't too many things that turn him off. However, he does have two surefire things that he'll immediately and vehemently outright refuse. Firstly, he will absolutely not wear any protection. He turns his nose at the thought of condoms, and will only laugh in your face if you suggest using them for obvious reasons. He will be entering you in the most natural way possible, and he will be finishing as deeply inside of you as he can manage. Secondly, he absolutely will not allow another person to be involved in your sex life. There will be no third person in your bed, no other person for you to be pleasuring and be pleasured by. There is only you and Illumi - it's your sex life, and it makes his possessiveness flare up to dangerous proportions to imagine another person seeing you in such a vulnerable, intimate position. So really, don't even bother bringing up the idea - he won't even consider it, already shooting it down before you're finished getting the sentence out. (And after he finishes lecturing you about how another man or woman has no place in your bed, he'll promptly fuck you right then and there - no matter where you are - just to prove his point. He's all you need, after all.)

Sex with Kurapika Kurta is soft and sensual. It can be a little rougher if he's had a particularly bad day, or if he's recently had a run in with the Troupe, but for the most part he makes love rather than fucks. And because of this, he really, really doesn't like seeing you cry during sex. It makes him uncomfortable, his instincts begging him to comfort you and eliminate whatever caused your tears. He associates crying with the early days of when he'd kidnapped you, back when you were still terrified of him and much too scared to even stand to look at him, much less allow him to touch you. And particularly in the context of sex, he does not want to be reminded of all the horrible things he's done to you - things are good now, happy, and you've finally come around to the idea that he loves you, that you'll spend the rest of your life with him. And so, the moment there are tears beading at your eyes, he's immediately going soft, his palms cupping your cheeks as he stares wildly at you, asking in a rushed, still breathless voice if you're alright, if you're hurt, if you're upset and who he needs to kill to right this wrong. He overreacts, and it always, always turns into either self hatred aimed at himself for ruining your happiness, or a bloodthirsty desire to kill whoever is upsetting you. The only exception to his hatred of you crying is when it's done because you're too overstimulated, the pleasure too much for you to even process. When you're so fucked out from the pleasure he gave you, then the tears are acceptable. He still doesn't like them all that much, but it's at least a sign that he's treating you well, that he's able to make you feel good and pleasured, and it makes pride swell in his chest. So in general, try not to cry in front of him - he goes flaccid in mere seconds, his protective nature ramping up and any semblance of sexiness gone immediately.

When Leorio Paradinight has you in bed, he's almost in a state of utter awe, almost unable to really process what's going on. He's just so incredibly aroused by you, even if you're just laying beside him with your clothes fully on, and because of this he's game to try pretty much anything you want in bed. He's genuinely just so fucking excited to be with you that he'll do basically anything you want, no matter how degrading or gross or off the wall. That said, however, he doesn't really understand the appeal of pet play. He doesn't harbor any fantasies of you donning a set of bunny ears or a tail or anything of the sort, simply because he doesn't really like fantasies that change you, even if it's something as trivial as your ears. He thinks of you as perfection, and that includes every proportion of your body, every freckle, mole, hair and blemish you could have, and he doesn't want to pretend that you aren't exactly who - and what - you are. Besides, he just doesn't see the appeal; he wants you to talk and moan for him when he's touching you, not have you purr or whine or any other animal noise. He thinks it's a little weird, if he's being honest, and while he'll begrudgingly agree if you beg him to try it out (he'll do anything to see you smile, after all), his orgasm won't come as pathetically easily as normal. This extends to pet play where he's the one dressing up as a pet, too - he's more likely to enjoy it this way, but there's something humiliating about the butt plug tail and the fox ears, and it's humiliating in all the wrong ways. He's just not too big of a fan - now if you wanted to get some sort of ownership roleplay going that didn't involve pets or animals, he'd be all over that - the moment you refer to yourself as mommy or his mistress, he's practically creaming his pants, getting on his knees for you and begging for you to touch him. (And maybe even step on him, depending on how needy he's feeling that day.)

Razor, despite sometimes losing control in bed and getting a little rougher than he means to, will never willingly hit you in bed. He doesn't like the idea of slapping you. He might gently pat your ass when you're bouncing on top of him, but it's only just enough to make you yelp, only enough to make a slight smack noise of skin against skin. Hitting you - even in the context of sexual pleasure - reminds him too much of his younger days, back when he was a criminal and was much less controlled, much more dangerous. And really, that's the last thing he wants you to see him as - he wants you to take comfort in him, to want him to hold you and touch you, and he's sure that even if you want him to get rough with you and manhandle you, to smack your cheek and tell you to behave for him, you will start associating him with pain and violence. And he just can't have that - not after all the work he's gone through to prove that despite kidnapping you, he's not the monster you think he is. (Besides, there's just something more meaningful about softer, sweeter sex - he's fucked more women than he'd care to admit, but you're the first one he's gone slow with, the first one he's really taken his time with. And while it might be stupid, that makes you different in his eyes - like he's saved something special for you, like the passionate, romantic side of him that comes out when he's got you naked and stretched out on his fingers is something only you'll ever get to see.)

Another man who tries to keep things a bit vanilla in the bedroom (not for the same reasons as Razor, but rather because he just genuinely prefers more intimate and tame sex) is Knuckle, who can't stand the thought of recording your intimate times. He does objectively think the idea is a bit hot, but he's too worried that somehow the recordings will get leaked, that somehow other people will get their hands on precious recordings of him making love to you, of him making you moan and sigh and fall apart on his tongue and fingers and cock. He views the time you both spend together in the sheets as being almost sacred, like something special that's reserved only for the two of you, and having a camera rolling would just make everything feel too impersonal. It would make him nervous, too, because he'd want to rewatch the tapes with you just so he can see your face the whole time (he tends to lose himself the closer he gets to his orgasm, and always buries his face in your neck to try and make himself last longer, so he misses seeing your facial expressions when he's finishing inside you), but he'd be worried about the way he looks, about whether he looks attractive to you, dominant to you, sexy to you. However, despite his reservations about recording himself fucking you, he will photograph you in the pretty, feminine lingerie he buys for you. He'll get a new color or cut, and have you try on the set, posing for the camera while he takes a few shots, his pants visibly straining around his swollen cock because god, you look good. He'll keep the photographs in his pants pocket and never, ever share them, always looking back at them when he's away on missions and missing you. He's a bit hypocritical, but the moment a camera gets trained on him, he's turning red and clamming up.

Morel is another one who's very flexible in the bedroom, and would be difficult to completely turn off. However, one thing that Morel just simply can't get behind is watersports. He'll try it, if you really beg him to, but he just doesn't like it. It feels unsanitary to him (and god, the mess), but even beyond that it just feels a little degrading, and not in a good way. If you really, really pushed him on it, he'd give in and do as you please, reluctantly forcing himself to release onto you, but the entire time he'd be feeling guilty, discomfort eating at him because isn't it horribly disrespectful to be literally pissing on you? He loves you, and it just sits wrong with him. He'll refuse after that first time, and while he's not particularly into it, if you really, really wanted to, he'd let you reverse the roles. He's not particularly eager to have you wet yourself or piss on him, but that's better because now at least you're the one in the position of power. Plus, you're begrudgingly a little cute when you get all embarrassed about it. But still, it's most definitely not something he desires, and while he'd entertain your fantasies once in a blue moon, it certainly won't be a regular occurrence in your sex life together.

[mothfables]

i keep thinking about the chain (minus legend) being turned into wolves from this post of mine so i figured why not ramble about it

the base idea: everyone except legend is turned into wolves. legend is a rabbit. you can imagine the issues this causes

-definitely inspired by Wolfie’s Pack by AmayasAngel and Wolf Family by Breanna!! they’re very good go read them now <3

-the wolves can understand each other. wolves and rabbits cannot

-they eventually manage to figure out who’s who through some trial and error

-in the beginning, the Chain have to constantly reign in their new instincts around Legend (small, brightly-coloured prey animal moving quickly = hunting mode activated). as i’m sure you can imagine, this does nothing to help Legend’s poor heart or issues

-Twilight + Sky, the two most familiar with Legend’s rabbit form, are extremely protective of him the whole time they’re transformed

-Wind + Four are pup/juvenile sized, with Wild + Hyrule slightly bigger than them

-Legend has about a hundred heart attacks during this time; it does not help that half the Chain are very eager to play, with him or with each other. either way his nerves are through the roof

-Twilight is in charge, as he’s the one most familiar with this form. this also means he has the (dubious) pleasure of teaching everyone else - sans Legend - how to be a wolf

-Legend mostly chills with Sky or hides from the more... excitable members of the Chain (these are not mutually exclusive)

-Sky takes to grooming him to help both their nerves

-you know how rabbits grooming each other can be a sign of submission + boosts their ego? yeah. Legend gets an ego boost for a while there and it allows him to be confident enough to engage with the others for a bit

-they take turns grooming him one time (he gets massively ego-drunk) and he binkies for a good five minutes in the middle of camp while everyone else watches in amusement (and the younger ones join in)

-the curse eventually wears off or gets removed and everyone has to take a while to adjust to being hylian again. that being said, being able to communicate properly with everyone is a relief

-there is some teasing on both sides but the Chain remembers quite clearly how terrified Legend was (and how they were, too, when they realized it was him and when they couldn’t understand him) and so they keep it to a minimum. Legend definitely gives as much as he gets, though

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 13

Breeding/Lactation - Minho

!dom Minho

Your husband had become rabid the first time that you got pregnant. He had always dreamt of being a father, that may have been why he loved when you called him Daddy, so when it finally happened, he was over the moon. So attentive to every one of your needs throughout the nine months, even more so than he already was, and a thousand times more once your little girl arrived. Obsessed with you, obsessed with her, he held your family together and for that you were eternally grateful.

When your daughter was 18 months old, you fell pregnant again. This time you were terrified, still breastfeeding your first, you had no idea if you were ready. Yet, Minho assured you in both his words and actions that he would be just as supportive, and happy to take on additional responsibility to make sure that you were okay.

You were blessed again with an easy pregnancy, no morning sickness, no painful symptoms, but you didn’t take this for granted, having seen your friends go through awful terms, you counted your lucky stars that you were able to function as normal, albeit growing another addition to your already perfect family inside you. Your daughter was too young to understand that she would have a sibling, only learning to string a few words together, but she would understand more by the time your baby came along. 

Six months along, you are resting in your bed as Minho puts your daughter to sleep in her room. Reading a book, you barely notice your husband as he enters, it is only when you feel the weight shift on the mattress that you look up at him with a soft smile.

“Thank you,” You mumble, “I’m sorry I wasn’t more help tonight.”

Minho settles next to you, splaying his large hand over your stomach, and he lifts his head to stare at you with those beautiful doe eyes of his, “Nae sarang,” He shakes his head, “You do more than I ever could, growing and feeding our girl, and this one too, you don’t need to do anything else… That's why I’m here.”

He treats you like a princess, kissing you softly while his hand presses a little firmer to feel your baby kicking. They love their Daddy, and you love him too, cupping his cheeks with your hands as his kisses become more charged, forceful, he is fired up, and you would never say no. Your stomach is inconveniently in the way, though his desire for you is so persistent that you have learnt the right positions to avoid that, on your side, his body so much larger than yours it is easy for him to fit between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful.” He purrs, grinding into you, fuck, is he hard already?

“No, no,” You shake your head cheekily, “Daddy, what do you want?”

Minho growls, the name setting him off, “I want you, my love,” He responds, “I need to be inside you, knocking you up again.”

You moan into his mouth as you spread your legs further apart, begging for him with your body, wearing no panties under his shirt that you wear to sleep. He is only in loose basketball shirts and a t-shirt, it is easy to feel how hard he is, did that happen the second he walked into the room?

“Take me,” You urge him, “I need it, get me pregnant again.”

It’s crazy, and you both know it, but his desires are so intense, and you have grown to love them too. You are so much more sensitive when you are pregnant, it makes all of this so much better. You sit up so that he can pull your shirt up over your head, exposing your naked body to him and he quickly moves to kiss your neck, a hand on one of your breasts, massaging it as he kisses further down to reach the other, not wanting to leave it bare. His tongue swipes over your nipple, and he moans around it as you begin to leak, slightly engorged from your daughter missing a feed, and your body preparing for another baby, it’s no surprise that the slightest stimulation has your milk dripping out.

“Please,” You beg him, “Fuck me, please.”

Minho really didn’t need to be asked, his hand moving away from your breast to your core instead, already wet for him it takes no time to prepare you, soon replacing three fingers with his cock, hard and leaking as he thrusts in all the way. Your milk spills down your stomach as he fucks into you, both overwhelmed and obsessed and turned on and fucking crazy for each other. He fills you effortlessly, moaning loudly in sync with your own, fingers on your clit to pull you closer to release in time with his own. You have this all figured out, perfect positioning to not hurt your baby, but still to be close enough to kiss you, to feel the way that your body shakes with every thrust, falling apart on his fingers and his cock.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” He warns you, “You want that, don’t you? I’ll keep you pregnant forever.” 

You arch your back the best that you can as you fall over the edge, cumming on his cock which pushes him into orgasm too, filling you to overflow, though his fingers hold you round the edge to stop you from leaking as he fucks you until he is dry. Slowing down he breathes heavily, coming down from his high as you descend from yours too. He kisses you softly, pulling out of you while you whine in sensitivity and from the loss, Minho helps you sit, making sure that you are steady before he guides you to the bathroom to help clean you up. He changes the bedsheets while you rinse off in the tub, and soon you are again curled up in his arms to sleep.

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kinktober masterlist

[notshelbyuwu]

HI!! PORTAL 2 x MINDVERSE :33

I'm so sorry for my cringe btw :((

What if I added 4 idiots to your Portal 2? :3

Summary: After Chell leaves the hospital she basically thinks over the events of Portal 1 for a week, not leaving Felix and their shared apartment, eventually Felix and Barmey get them to spill about what happened and she does, telling them about the advanced portal technology and the crazy evil sentient robot who killed the whole facility and tried to kill them so she killed her first, aaaaand they didn't believe her, thinking they probably got fired or they quit and was just embarrassed about it, with Gordon (who was overhearing) instigating the idea, in his words "if they were stupid enough to put a killer robot in charge of the whole facility they would've shit down a looong time ago". Chell is upset/annoyed that her friends (+ Gordon) don't believe them and, after a lot of pestering, agreed to show them the wreckage of Aperture Science.

Felix was the one to drive them there, they all travel deeper into the facility and Chell tries to find the remains of GLaDOS while the others explore, little did they know, they accidentally activate the party escort bots and get ambushed by multiple of em, being knocked unconscious for struggled against them and placed in statis in the Relaxation Centers, being mistaken for volunteer test subjects.

Chell Nanako (Attempt #4)

-The last one to wake up

-teams up with Wheatley to find her friends and escape

-Wheatley isn't too fond of the idea but doesn't try to sway Chell

-Chell was told she's only been asleep for 5 years

-won't admit it, but they actually have fun testing again

-They feel guilt for giving in and bring everyone to the facility, hoping they're not hurt or worse

-Grows attached to Wheatley because hes endearing to her, taking their mind off... Everything.

-plus, he's all she really has right now.

Gordon Freeman (Attempt #3)

-the 3rd to wake up, he was woken up by Wheatley who loudly knocked on his door

-Found an aperture science jumpsuit and boots in the closet

-Gordon saw how incompetent and wreckless Wheatley could be and ditched him at the first opportunity, choosing to traverse Aperture by himself

-actively avoids Wheatley

-stole a red portal gun from a tall deactivated robot

-ties his portal gun around his waist with a belt

-while traveling through what was left of Aperture, he came across the Oracle Turret, Gordon had never heard a turret speak like it did, so he took it with him, the turret helping him avoid danger while saying the vaugest and foreshadow-y things

-carries the turret on his back with a blanket

-Gordon is trying to find everyone, but his main priority is finding Felix.

Felix Freeman (Attempt #2)

-2nd to wake, Felix woke up on his own and looked around to see nature taking over his room

-Felix has no memory of who he is or where he is but he's absolutely terrified and tries to find a way out, ultimately giving up after what feels like days

-he camps out in the back rooms of Aperture, near some of the ramblings of Doug and a Chell mural

-Felix gets dresses and leaves him room, basically trying not to trip over a vine or fall in a hole.

-found a prototype portal gun in a pile of rubble, had no idea what it was and almost shot his head off

-ran into a companion cube and found it strangely comforting, he doesn't take it everywhere but comes back to it when he needs to calm down

-Felix sometimes runs into Doug Rattmans writings and secret rooms, he has no idea what they mean but it causes him to be super paranoid and suspicious of anything, getting an awful feeling about his situation

-recognizes the woman in the art, he finds them slightly comforting

Barney Calhoun (Attempt #1)

-first to wake up, Wheatley broke his door down and scared the hell outta Barney, also found vines growing around and almost grabbing his legs, ew

-was told to get dressed and he did, got a two piece jumpsuit instead of a one piece jumpsuit.

-immediately asked Wheatley what was happening and Wheatley told him they were escaping, when asked where his friends were, Wheatley, very bluntly, said "I don't know- probably dead, a lot of people died in their room, no one even told me the power went out in some rooms!" And this freaked Barney out, refusing to believe his friends were all dead

-this lead to Barney leaving Wheatley to find someone, anyone. He didn't want to believe that he was all alone in this

-he tied his jacket around his neck like a cape as a way to comfort himself

-found a blue portal gun from a small deactivated robot

-heard a small almost soft voice greet him from around the corner, as he turned the corner he ran into a turret that began to open fire at him, he just barely took cover, but not before a bullet grazed and scared under his left eye

-absolutely hates turrets, thinks the innocent voice they use is cruel considering how dangerous they can be

[bobbydagen24]

"" This is the Thanks I get "" is Technically a Bad Villain song but imo its not for the Reasons people often say it is.

first off I actually love this song lol I know a couple of lines of Dialogue are wonky but Regardless I love it I think its a fun song

it shows a Narcissistic Villain being so enjoyably full of himself and slowly losing his mind Towards the end before eventually just completely giving in to his full on meltdown

and I've listened to it loads of times I think it is just a pretty fun Villain song however I do admit that Technically it is a Bad Villain song.

but the Reasons that people often state why aren't why I think it doesn't work when Hearing criticism of this song most people just state the clunky Dialogue such as "" I let you live here for free and I don't even charge you rent ""

and they say that they think the song sounds too cheery and not very sinister for the most part and like it doesn't really sound like a villain song

especially not when compared to past Disney villain songs such as Hellfire or Be Prepared or Friends on the other side

but the Reasons I feel it Technically isn't a good villain song is because it simply does not fit with the character Magnifico was established to be at the start

he was a slightly full of himself but mostly Humble powerful leader who did the things that he did out of fear of losing his home due to a great Trauma of having lost his old home and his entire family when he was younger

he was a more understandable sympathetic ends justify the means kind of villain who's side the audience could understand to an extent even if we know he's still wrong in what he does

so a song like this doesn't fit his established character as like I said its fun and upbeat as it shows a very narcissistic petty person slowly losing his mind over not getting what he believes he deserves

from people and thus in an act of extreme pettiness resorts to using a dangerous dark magic book to gain back control of the situation

this song seems like it should be for an entirely different character

its like if the lion king established in the first half that Scar is Bitter and Resentful towards his Brother

and doesn't care about him or his nephew at all and only cares about the power and respect he believes he Deserves

only for his villain song later on to be The Plagues from Prince of Egypt where suddenly Scar is portrayed as a stoic and conflicted villain

who loves his Brother and Nephew so much and Hates that he has to be on opposing sides to them but he feels he has no choice.

my point is it just ignores the kind of villain he was set up as earlier in the movie the version of Magnifico they set up in the first Half

feels like he should have a more somber slow and quiet villain song imo where he maybe calmly sings to himself about how much he loves his home and his people and of course his wife

and as he slowly starts Remembering the Tragedy that befell his old Home the song turns more Desperate with Magnifico clearly trying to Block the idea out of his mind

that this new threat to the kingdom could cause the same outcome and maybe he actively tries to talk himself out of using the dark magic book

trying to convince himself History won't Repeat itself but the song turns straight up Horror with us seeing big flashes of Magnifico's old Home

being Burned to the Ground and his loved ones Ripped away from him that he loses the calm cool composure he had at the start of the song

and becomes more and more terrified and thus Desperate that he resorts to using the book corrupting himself further but its portrayed as much more scary and also tragic.

just an idea.

so yeah like I said that's why I feel the song Technically isn't a good villain song in the story of the film even tho I do love it and I listen to it all the time

it can be pretty fun to sing along and act a little full of yourself lol.

[reviewdiaries]

Nancy x Ace and the lives we guard in 4x13

Ok, so we’re a few days post finale and I don’t know about you but I’m still feeling slightly feral over some bits of it, and I particularly wanted to spend some time breaking down the feuris scene, because it is UNHINGED and I am HERE FOR IT. 

Once those flames come into being, Ace doesn’t take his eyes from her. Transfixed and terrified, and Nancy keeps looking to Ace for reassurance. When she starts the process of disentangling her soul from Tristan’s, Ace flinches and moves slightly towards her, because by this time his anger is all burned out and all he wants is to go to her, comfort her, shield her from the pain. And here she is throwing herself headlong into it again.

She falls to the ground, pain etched across her face, and for a moment Ace looks lost, like a child seeking a way out of the nightmare. But this is Nancy, his Nancy, and he immediately starts looking for a way through the flames, a way to pull her out, to get to her.  Shifts to move closer to her almost without thinking - as though there’s an invisible string tying him to her and he can’t help but be tugged closer.

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He charges forward, determined, but is brought up short by the flames and the fear and her insistence that he shouldn’t, that she doesn’t want him to, that he can’t. All his fears and insecurities lined up like dominos against Nancy trying to sacrifice herself for those she loves. No idea how to proceed against this maelstrom of supernatural confusion, the rollercoaster of emotions as he’s been flung from innocence to grief to anger to feeling like he’s losing her and the forgiveness laced words as they try to find their way back. This is unlike anything they’ve faced before, and Ace is filled with such longing, such desperate regret, so many weeks of holding himself against the urge to reach out to Nancy and just hold her.

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But she’s being so very Nancy about it all, and it’s adding to the confusion. Shredded by the supernatural and just fighting to keep her voice steady to protect him, to tell him not what she needs but what she thinks he needs to hear. Loyal and fiercely protective to the last.

For a moment he is poised on the brink of uncertainty, tensed to spring, already waiting, one foot planted firm, the other pushed back ready to propel him forward. He’s halfway there already to rushing through the flames consequences be damned, but he still can’t let himself trust his gut completely. Can’t let himself believe that she truly needs him.

Her insistence that he not belying the pain and muddying the waters until he can’t tell whether she’s going to pull herself back to standing and come to him, tip herself through the flames and into his waiting arms so he can get them out. But then the feuris clenches tighter around her soul and he moves, can’t keep still against the pain lining her face, the little gasp, the agonised huff of her breath as she doubles over. 

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That’s the moment he can’t stand it. The moment he decides to hell with it, his soul is worth nothing if he can’t save her. If he can’t do exactly what he was sent in here to do. He’s here to be a life guard, and he will guard her life to the end. The grimace as he sets his mouth, the tiny head shake of no, not today. The feuris can’t have her, not if he can help it. Not as he forges through the flames to her.

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Something breaks in Nancy then, her resolve to hold strong and keep Ace safe. She can’t pretend any longer that she is ok, that this will be fine - collapses in towards his waiting arms with a cry. And Ace is there to catch her - he’s always been there to catch her. When it mattered he’s been there waiting with a warm shoulder and a knowing soft look in his eyes that tells her he is hers and he will love her until his last breath - in this life or the next. He’s always been steady, always caught her when she’s fallen, always held her to account when she’s slipped. And for so long she’s tried to be strong enough not to need it - not to let on how much she needs it. But now, in this moment, she breaks. Folds in against him and lets him take some of the weight. As he cries out I’m not leaving you. And there are so many layers to that, of love and apologies and regret and the times he’s walked away and cut them both like a knife. The desperate hope and the fierce regret and the pain of being cursed to always be separate. But what’s the point in staying away if that’s just going to mean he loses her anyway? He’d rather have this, knowing he did all he could, that he was with her to the last, than live a long life filled with the regret and the echoes of her cry in his ears.

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You can see the way his face changes at the last moment, as the feuris grabs on tight not only to Nancy’s soul, but now his. The way his breath stutters out with the bone deep clench of it, the slow shredding of him into a thousand pieces as his hands spasm involuntarily on Nancy’s arms, pulling her in tighter against him. The pain taking root inside him in a way he couldn’t brace for. Becoming part of him until he can barely think around it. Knows he’s meant to be doing something, saving them somehow, but there’s nothing but the slice of his soul and Nancy crying out tucked in against him, and the shudder ripping through him until he feels like he might black out from the pain of it.

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His fingers spasm against her, and it’s like knives, like every dark thought he’s ever had washing over him in a tidal wave so dark he can’t remember what daylight looks like, what a breath of air feels like. It’s just agony cut deep into his chest and hollowing out all the places where he kept himself.

There’s nothing but his arms around Nancy and the way it feels like his dad shouting at him, at all his worst fears and inadequacies choking him, his worst moments pulled like taffy from his mind and smothered over him until he can’t breathe, can’t think, there is nothing but pain and the desperate fight not to lose himself entirely in it, to haul himself that little bit closer to Nancy to try and take some of the weight, to hold her steady, to keep her close, because what else can he do when she whimpers out another cry of pain and falls against him?

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For a moment he almost gives in, gives up, lets the pain wash through him and over him, drowning him until there’s nothing left but darkness. It would be so easy to give up, to lie down and let it take him, to forget himself and everything that makes him him. Because when he stepped through the flames he had no idea, his only thought was to get to Nancy, to get her out, to try and protect her. He never stopped to consider what having your soul ripped apart would feel like. How it would splinter his mind and stop his heart and try to claw every last bit of Ace from him whilst he stuttered for breath on the bluffs and felt Nancy go slack in his arms.

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And it’s that. That moment of Nancy, of her almost coming entirely undone that brings him back. Because it is Nancy, it’s always been Nancy, it will always be Nancy. He will never love another person the way he loves her. Never tie himself so firmly to another person, take root and say here, here is where I belong, here is my home. She’s been in the feuris so much longer than him, soul snipped in a thousand places until it feels as though she’s nothing more substantial than dust on the wind. And she’s so close to faltering, so close to not making it back if he doesn’t do something. She is his hope, she is his life raft, and he remembers with a searing clarity he had lost in the pain hazed moments before that he is her life guard and he will guard her life to the last. He reaches for Nannette, can’t think beyond the pain and the feel of her slipping away from him, and the cool metal against his fingertips.

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Nancy’s cries of torment have stopped when he finally blows the whistle. Unconscious against him, but she’s there, she’s real, and he’s got her, he’ll get her home, he promised, and he always keeps his promises. He floundered for a while there where the pain and fear swamped him and kept him living in the darkness - a half life, a pretend life, where he could go through the motions and tell himself a fairy story of his happiness and hope that one day it felt real. In that moment the fear is gone - he feels scooped out, hollow, unsure whether he can still exist in the razed landscape the feuris has left behind. But he pulls her close - Temperance can’t hurt them now, not after the pain of this, the shattered waste left behind. There is nothing but the feel of her in his arms and the metal between his lips and the shrill cry of the whistle to tell Bess to pull them out.

In the last moment before they’re free of the feuris, he moves to hold her properly, tuck her head in against his, his love for Nancy like a beacon, a lighthouse to guide him home - guide them home. 

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[filhadoboto]

Falling for You - Chapter 4

SUMMARY: Daenerys sees the love of her life turn to ashes in her arms. She believes she will never see him again, but fate has other ideas. (rating: M)

Written for "Jonerys Falling for You 2023" - Day 3 - Monsters

@iceandfirejonerysdiscord

AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 - Have we met before?

Daenerys Targaryen was awakened from her daytime rest by the same primal instinct that had kept her alive for centuries, and the first thing her keen senses registered was the smell of human blood mixed with burning flesh and ash.

That smell meant only one thing to those who were like her. Death.

That smell meant her coven had been invaded. Some group of hunters had waited for the sun to be high in the sky to attack, corner and kill them. Not even the thick stone walls of Harrenhal had prevented them from entering. But what was most alarming to her at that moment was not that her coven was under attack, but rather that Aemon, her husband, was not in the place where he had fallen asleep beside her at dawn. He had probably heard something suspicious, gone out to investigate, and, true to who he was, was at that moment fighting like a wild beast to protect their coven and kill as many hunters as possible.

She left the room she and her husband shared and could hear better the sounds of fighting, of doors being kicked in and furniture being destroyed, the screams and moans of pain of the wounded reverberating through the hallways. Terrified, Daenerys went in search of him, and as she walked down the corridors that led to the surface of their refuge, the stronger the smell of humans became. The smell of death became stronger.

Before finding the dismembered corpse of the first hunter, she found several piles of ash and drops of blood scattered across the floor of the rooms she passed. Based on the amount of ash she found on her way, the hunters had not only taken the vampires by surprise, but they were well trained and in sufficient numbers to commit that massacre. From the amount of ash, she knew that few of hers were still alive.

One of the hunters saw her when she came out of a room and charged at her brandishing a long, bone-white wooden stake. Driven by fury, she easily disarmed him, ripped out his arm and heart, and threw his lifeless body away. As she advanced, Daenerys killed those who had dared to invade and defile her home.

Following Aemon's scent, she reached the surface of the refuge and the scene before her petrified her. There was a sea of ash and torn human bodies and Daenerys found her husband in time to see a hunter driving a stake through his chest, piercing his heart. His red eyes met hers as Aemon fell to his knees and then his body gave way and he fell to the ground. That image woke her up and, in a reflex, she went to the hunter and ripped his head off, causing his blood to gush over her and the injured vampire on the floor .

A trickle of blood ran from between his lips and the destroyed shirt revealed the severity of the injury. Dany knelt beside him, ignoring the headless corpse of the hunter who had wounded him, her hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline and the fear, the absolute dread of losing him. His gray eyes met hers and she could see that he was calm, unafraid, as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire existence.

Swallowing her despair, she held his cold hands and could feel the rapid beating of his heart trying to heal the wound. But as old and strong as Aemon was, this was a mortal wound.

He knew that.

She knew that.

There was nothing he or she could do to save him.

“Please don’t leave me.” she begged, even though she knew there was no hope. “I love you.”

He gave her a smile. “My Dany.” he said in a faint whisper “I will always love you.”

She squeezed his hands, wishing she had the power to save him. “I can’t do this without you, my love.” she said with teary eyes and a choked voice. “I can’t face eternity without you.”

“No matter where I am, I will always look for a way to come back to you.” he promised and squeezed her hands back in a weak grip. A farewell.

Dany pressed her lips gently against his and memorized the feeling of his lips against hers, as she knew this would be the last time. He smiled and whispered her name against her lips for the last time. She felt the moment his heart stopped and watched her beloved's body shudder before an intense light turned him to ash.

He was never coming back.

She would never see him again.

Daenerys looked at the ashes in her hands and felt her heart breaking into thousands of pieces. She let the tears fall, let her pain spill out, and screamed until there was only a painful emptiness left in her chest.

Ignoring the danger that both the remaining hunters and the sun posed, she stayed there, lying on his ashes, cataloging in her mind every detail about him and only emerged from her grief when she felt something rough scrape against her skin. Part of her wished it was some hunter who had returned to finish the job and she could join Aemon. But another part identified it as the licking of some animal and she opened her eyes. Before her was a n albino direwolf staring at her with his unnervingly beautiful red eyes. His muzzle and part of his fur were stained with blood.

This was a sight that was not only frightening but rare. D irewolves were northern animals and were rarely seen in that region. Seeing him made her feel both devastated and comforted. When she first met Aemon and they were both still human, he was accompanied by an albino direwolf he called Ghost.

“What are you doing so far from home?” she asked in a voice hoarse from screaming and crying.

They looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds and something moved in her peripheral vision. There were more direwolves of different colors, sizes and ages feasting on the flesh of her family's killers. The albino direwolf continued to watch her while his companions ripped the meat from the bones of the corpses and it was only after all the members of his pack had eaten, that the albino direwolf moved and followed them out of the refuge.

When night came, Daenerys got up and wandered the castle in search of any survivors from her coven, but there was only her. Accompanied by the emptiness in her chest and the image of her Aemon turning to ash, she walked to the shore of the Gods Eye lake and dove in. When she emerged from its icy waters, Daenerys knew what she would do next: she would take revenge. She would hunt and kill all the hunters who attacked her family until there were none left.

It wasn't a difficult task to track them down since their scent was engraved in her mind. So, she spent the next few weeks hunting down the people who killed her family and making sure to eliminate every vampire hunter she came across wherever she went. She had lost her coven, but she wouldn't let other vampires go through what she had. It wasn't long before she became a kind of myth among the smallfolk and villagers and was known as the 'silver death'.

Devastated by grief, she didn't want to join another coven again and didn't have the courage to create another vampire. With her revenge over and suffocated by memories of her past with her husband, she decided to leave Westeros behind and moved to Essos with the promise of never returning.

For years Dany wandered that continent alone. She spent her time learning about the customs, culture, politics, language, and history of each people who inhabited Essos. She tried to fill that hole in her chest with blood and taking a few lovers both vampire and human. Unconsciously, she always ended up taking into her bed men who had something that reminded her of Aemon, the same long face, the same brown hair, the same gray eyes, the same timbre of voice, the same shape of lips. She looked for Aemon in every face she saw and, instead of being able to heal herself, she only increased her suffering.

The only thing that came close to filling that void was her new family.

First she found Missandei. She was just a nine-year-old little girl and was being auctioned off in a sex slave market. That night, Dany spared only the slaves and tore each of the slave-traders and slave owners to pieces. Missandei was the only one who wasn't afraid of what she was and, even though she was covered in blood and guts while breaking the chains that kept the humans prisoner, the little girl smiled and asked to stay with her. The little girl hugged her when she agreed to stay with her, and for the first time in decades, Daenerys Targaryen smiled.

Having a human life in her charge was more of a blessing than a burden. Caring for Missandei gave her a new focus, it reminded her what it was like to have a family. With Missandei by her side, Dany felt that her heart, shattered by Aemon's death, began to mend itself and the love she felt for the little human not only filled part of the void but also kept her warm, kept her own humanity alive.

On her twentieth birthday Missandei asked her to be transformed. Her dear daughter had a speech ready and a list of arguments to convince her. A few months later, Dany gave in and transformed her. The two wandered for a few years and the smell of blood and death drew them to the outskirts of a city that had recently been attacked. Among the corpses they found a boy at death's door. They took him with them to their home and cared for him until he fully recovered.

The boy told them the name his owners had given him, told them his story. Gray Worm had been captured and sold when he was still a baby and trained as an Unsullied soldier. He had no memory of his homeland or his life before being an Unsullied. A total of two thousand Unsullied including him had been sold to that city and they faced a Dothraki horde that threatened the city and wanted gifts in exchange for being left alone. He was ready to die, knowing that in death he would finally be free and he begged them not to sell him, not to force him to return to that life. They promised him he was free to do whatever he wanted and told him how they found him.

Inevitably, they told him what they were and, despite his surprise and fright, he chose to join them. The night Dany turned him, he chose a new name and was reborn as Basil Gray. The three became a family and it didn't take long for Missandei and Gray to fall in love.

Together they traveled through Essos and Sothoryos, visited Naath and the Summer Islands, and lived in various locations. Together with her children, Daenerys witnessed history being written over the years and even influenced and interfered in some events that caused significant and lasting changes, such as the end of slavery in Slaver's Bay.

Despite still feeling the emptiness caused by the loss of Aemon, she lived in relative peace with her children and centuries passed before she was forced to break her promise to never return to Westeros.

Things changed the night the red comet appeared in the sky. She was hunting alone near one of several nomad camps in the Dothraki Sea when she saw the red comet crossing the night sky for the first time. Its light was so strong that it was possible to see it crossing the sky even during the day.

Daenerys couldn't help but think about how it was during the appearance of that same comet a few centuries ago that she and Aemon had first met. Seeing the comet again caused her an inexplicable and uncontrollable desire to return to Westeros. It was as if there was a thread tied to her heart and the other end was on the other side of the sea and someone was constantly tugging at it, trying to get her attention, trying to convince her to leave everything behind and return to her true home.

She tried to ignore it for weeks, but with each passing night the more intense the comet's light became, the more that tug intensified, the more she was consumed by the overwhelming need to return. Knowing she wouldn't find peace until she went to Westeros, Dany told her children about her decision and her family, of course, refused to stay behind.

Returning to Westeros was strange, but she felt relief at seeing that place again and the feeling of someone pulling the string lessened. After she and her children settled into their new home, Dany allowed herself to explore the streets she had walked alongside Aemon guided by the sensation of the thread, which seemed to pull her somewhere close to the historic center of King's Landing.

A lot had changed since she last saw and walked through King's Landing, but there were still historic buildings like the Red Keep and the dragon pit, some forges and inns and, of course, the pavement, remained the same. As she journeyed through the painful and precious memories of her past, a smell that Dany had thought she would never smell again filled her nostrils. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, her broken heart filling with hope as she remembered that that smell belonged to her beloved Aemon.

Without thinking, she began to follow the scent, walking hurriedly through the streets as the scent became stronger, more concentrated and the thread seemed to pull her in the same direction. It was only when she started walking down a busier street that she remembered that it was impossible for that to be Aemon's scent. Each person had a unique scent, and since he had been dead for centuries, any trace of his scent had long since disappeared.

Her memory must be playing tricks on her.

It was impossible that that was his scent.

But even so, she continued walking, following the scent, following the thread. She was close, so close she could almost taste it on her tongue.

The smell took her to a restaurant and she entered without hesitation. Her body froze when she heard the sound of his voice and her eyes scanned the place and the people around her for something that she knew was impossible, but that didn't make it any less expected.

She felt the thread give a tug when her eyes fell on a face that was engraved in her memory: long and solemn face, dark brown hair and gray eyes.

She was looking at Aemon's face.

"Impossible." she whispered.

Dany had held him as he died, she had seen him turn to ash, but still he was there before her.

Smiling.

Talking.

Breathing.

Alive.

It was impossible.

Aemon, her Aemon, was dead.

But even though it was impossible, there he was. The same voice. The same smell. The same face. The same eyes that had looked at her full of love and desire. The same hair she used to spend hours playing with, stroking, washing off the blood after a hunt , brushing out of his face while they made love. The same body that she had known as thoroughly as her own, the same body that had been her refuge, her shelter, her home .

Dany felt her body shudder as those familiar gray eyes met hers. He held her gaze for just a few seconds and her heart ached when she realized he hadn't recognized her.

But of course he wouldn't recognize her. Despite their impossible similarity, that stranger was just that, a stranger.

She forced herself to stop looking at him when a girl with the same brown hair as him and sitting next to him at the table caught his attention to show him something on her cell phone. She forced herself to move, she forced herself to leave that place, she forced herself to move away, she forced herself to ignore his scent that insisted on following her as if he himself were following her, she forced herself to ignore the insistent tug of the thread, she forced herself not to look back, because if she looked back, she would be lost. She forced herself to go back to her home, to her children and forced herself to act normally. There was no reason to worry them about that matter.

Daenerys tried to force herself to forget what she had seen, what had happened. She recalled over and over again the moment Aemon had turned to ash right before her eyes. But even so, she couldn't stop thinking about the stranger. She couldn't stop thinking about all those similarities and coincidences. She couldn't ignore the thread that, she now knew, was pulling her toward him. She couldn't ignore the hope that had blossomed in her heart.

She tried not to go back to that part of town, but she failed.

Just three nights later she found herself walking down the same street again, all her senses attentive to the smell and the sound of his voice. Night after night she returned to that part of town until she saw the girl he was with through the restaurant window and realized that she probably worked there.

Unable to contain herself, she went in and sat at one of the tables closest to the windows. She looked at the menu that was on the table and a few minutes later, the girl came to serve her and Dany couldn't help but notice the similarity between her and the stranger. Or, as she had begun to call him in her mind, not-Aemon.

Knowing she couldn't eat any of that human food and that they certainly didn't serve human blood, Dany ordered coffee and toast. That would be enough for her to go unnoticed and have the chance to observe the girl and the place for a while. And maybe, if she was lucky, not-Aemon would appear there too.

But what were the chances that he would appear there? She didn't know, but she couldn't bring herself to get up and leave without first allowing herself to wait for him for a while.

While waiting for her order, her eyes scanned the place and she saw the girl talking on her cell phone and staring at her. The moment their eyes met, the girl smiled and continued her conversation.

Curious, Dany looked away and focused her hearing on her and heard her say “…just hold her here, Jon!”

The girl heard the answer and gave a resigned sigh and replied “I know.” and she listened to him once more before saying in an impatient tone “Just come here as fast as you can. I have to get back to work.”

Dany took her cell phone out of her pocket and pretended she was reading something. Could it be that the person the girl was talking to, that Jon guy, was the person she so desperately wanted to see? From the way the girl had looked at her as she spoke, Dany was almost sure he was.

“Here is your order.” said the girl, placing the coffee and toast on the table and Dany pretended that she had been distracted and had been taken by surprise by her arrival.

“Oh, thank you!” she said with a grateful smile.

“Can I help you with anything else?”

“Yes, I would like some water, please...” she replied and read the name on the name tag on her uniform before adding “Mia.”

“Actually, my name is Arya.” she corrected in a conspiratorial tone and Dany frowned. “I'm covering for my friend Mia for a few days.”

Dany smiled “She’s lucky to have a friend like you.” she said and, before she could stop herself, added “My name is Daenys Targaryen.”

Arya's eyes widened and she gave her a huge smile. “Like Daenys, the Dreamer?”

“Yes. My name was chosen as a tribute to her.”

Arya nodded and asked “Are you from here or just visiting?”

“A bit of both.” she replied “I was born in Dragonstone, grew up in the free cities and only came to Westeros when I was sixteen. I was living in Meereen and moved here recently.”

“Welcome back.” she said with a friendly smile “I’ll go get the rest of your order and be right back.”

Arya didn't have the opportunity to continue questioning her when she returned with her water, as she had to attend to the other tables, so Dany sipped her coffee while pretending to be interested in something on her phone and occasionally taking small bites of toast. Her stomach wasn't too happy with what she was swallowing, but this wasn't the first time she had to pretend to be human and she knew that once she threw it all up, she would be fine.

His scent hit her like a wrecking ball at the same time the string tugged at her heart. Her attention turned to the restaurant door and she saw him walking in and waving to Arya. Then the girl gestured toward her with her head and he looked over and started scanning the tables. She was right. Jon was the stranger.

Their eyes met and this time, there was something different in his gaze. Not exactly recognition, but a mix of relief, anxiety and hope. Dany looked back at the cell phone, her heart racing like that of a scared human, and followed his approach with her peripheral vision and hearing, feeling that the string seemed to pull him towards her.

“Excuse me, Miss.” he said in a nervous tone and her heart almost opened a hole in her chest when she heard Aemon's voice after so many centuries. She forced herself to act like a human would normally react when approached by another human.

“Yes?” she asked, her expression neutral.

He gave her a nervous smile before continuing, “I'm sorry for bothering you, but I have to ask, have you and I met before?”

You are the exact copy of the love of my life, but I know you are not him. No matter how much I wish with all my strength that you were him, I know it's impossible., she wanted to respond, but stopped herself.

For a few seconds she studied his familiar face. The only thing different about Aemon's face was the absence of the scar over his eye.

“No, but you look extremely familiar.” she heard herself respond.

He nodded slowly, “You also look extremely familiar. I saw you here a few nights ago and I knew I knew you, but I couldn't remember when or where.” he explained “I wanted to talk to you that night and I even went after you and tried to catch up with you, but you disappeared as quickly as you appeared. So I asked my sister to let me know if she saw you around here again.” he looked over to where Arya was taking an order.

So the two were siblings. This explained the similarity between them.

He looked back at her and continued, “I know this sounds weird and scary, but I swear I'm not stalking you or trying to do you any harm.”

Even against her better judgment, even knowing that she should get up and leave and never return to that place again, even knowing that she could end up even more hurt from that situation, Dany pointed to the chair in front of her and he sat down with a relieved expression.

“I confess that I am intrigued. Hmmm… you didn’t tell your name.”

“It’s Jon. Jon Snow.”

“Daenys Targaryen.”

He looked at her as if something was wrong. “Daenys?” he repeated. “It feels both wrong and familiar.”

“Really?” she asked curious about his comment and he nodded “Do you know someone called Aemon?” she ventured.

“Aemon.” he repeated and she nodded “It also feels familiar and wrong at the same time. Like a piece of clothing that once belonged to me, but no longer fits.” he explained “Do you know any Aemon that looks like me?”

"I did." she replied and, before she could stop herself, added “He was taken from me a long time ago.”

“Was he a member of your family?”

“He was my…” she began and felt a lump forming in her throat “He was my best friend, my confidant, my companion. He was my everything.”

“I'm so sorry.” he said and then he handed her the bottle of water on the table and she accepted it.

“Do you think we met in another life?” he asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Do you believe in other lives?” she asked, trying to escape giving him an answer that she didn't even know what it was.

“I didn’t believe in other lives, but that changed the night I saw you.” he replied.

She motioned for Arya to bring her her bill and saw Jon tense up. She looked him in the eyes before asking “It’s a pleasant autumn evening, Jon Snow. What do you think we continue this conversation while walking along the shore?”

Relief filled his familiar gray eyes and his smile sent shivers through her body.

“I would love to.”

About half an hour later they were walking side by side along the shore, the red comet shining above them and the thread seemed to have accomplished its mission and stopped pulling on her. She had asked him questions about his family and his life and answered the ones he had asked her. Now they walked in comfortable silence and had reached a more deserted part of the shore.

“You didn’t answer my question.” he said, breaking the silence.

“Which one?”

“Do you think we met in another life?”

“Do you think I believe in other lives?”

"Do you?"

“I didn’t, but that changed the night I saw you.” she replied using his words.

The two were silent once more and she could see he was working up the courage to tell her something, so she waited.

A few minutes later she heard him ask “Do you think it’s possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met? Loving someone you don't even know really exists? Someone who was always in your memories even though you never met them?” he took a deep breath before continuing “Ever since that comet appeared months ago I felt something, as if there was a thread tied to my heart and it was being insistently pulled, as if it was trying to take me somewhere, to someone.”

She looked at him, surprised by his words, to hear that he had felt the same as her, and he was looking at the comet above them. Jon stopped and she did the same and looked at him as he continued “The feeling became more urgent as the days passed and it only lessened as I walked through the city, my steps being guided by the thread and it always brought me to the seaside. Until, weeks ago, the sense of urgency subsided. And then a few nights ago, I felt a tug and there you were.”

Jon looked at her and his gray eyes studied her face for a few seconds before continuing “I know this all sounds crazy, but…” he took a deep breath once again “I remember you. And I spent my whole life thinking you were just a beautiful dream, an illusion, a figment of my imagination, as unreachable as a distant star, but you are real. You are here within my reach.” he gave her a smile. “I spent my whole life looking for you and I need to tell you how relieved I am to have found you.”

That took her by surprise and he continued, “I remember you more vividly than I can remember my own life. I have had memories of you for as long as I can remember and I have looked for you everywhere, I have looked for you in every woman who has crossed my path. I remember your eyes. I remember spending hours watching your hair being illuminated by the moonlight. I remember braiding your hair. I remember things that don't even make sense, like..." he hesitated and took a deep breath “I remember the feeling of my lips on your skin. I remember kissing you. How can this be possible?” he looked into her eyes for a few seconds before adding “I’ve been in love with you my whole life.”

His words, his declaration of love caught her by surprise and she looked away. The two fell silent once again and her mind filled with memories of her life with Aemon. The first time she had seen him. Their first kiss. The first time they gave themselves to each other. In a way, she was also in love with Jon or, at least, projecting onto him the feelings she had for her husband.

“Please tell me something. Anything.” he begged.

“I have memories too, Jon.” she said after a few seconds of hesitation “Memories that are my most precious treasure. Memories that kept me alive at the same time that they were the source of all my suffering.”

He surprised her when he held her hand and gently caressed its back, just like her Aemon used to do and the feelings caused by that gesture were as intense as she remembered. She looked into his eyes and heard herself confessing, “I think I'm in love with you too and I'm terrified.”

She had spent centuries looking for Aemon in other men, and now that she had found someone who looked like him, she didn't know what to do, what to say. She was absolutely terrified of the possibility of falling back in love with someone and losing them again.

Jon pressed her palm against his chest before saying “I am too. Until a few nights ago I believed you weren’t real and now I found you.” he rested his free hand on your cheek, a gesture so familiar it made her heart ache. “But if you want too, I’d love to see where this goes.”

Yes!, she wanted to respond, but Daenerys remembered what she was. She remembered what he was and what he would have to give up to be with her.

“I can't be with you, Jon. I'm sorry, but I need to go.” she said taking a step away from him and started to walk away from him.

“Dany, please don’t go.” he asked in a hopeful tone and she felt herself freeze.

She turned to face him “What did you call me?”

“Dany.” he repeated with a hopeful smile “It’s the name that always came to mind when I thought of you.” he explained “Dany. My Dany.”

Before she could think about what she was doing, Dany had her lips pressing against his, her arms wrapped around his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her body even closer to his, and intensifying their kiss.

In that kiss Daenerys felt that she had found her home again after being lost for centuries. She was so intoxicated by the sensation, so caught up in the delicious, familiar feeling of his arms around her and his mouth devouring hers, that she only remembered that she was kissing a human and that she should be careful when she felt the taste of his blood filling her mouth.

Immediately she could feel the thirst burning in her throat, her fangs growing, her predatory instinct trying to take control. Jon let out a moan of pain and surprise, broke their kiss and when he looked into her eyes, she saw his face fill with fear and then shock.

She knew exactly what he was seeing: her violet eyes were now red and her fangs were visible above her lips stained with his blood. She was a frightening sight and she couldn't blame him for his reaction. In fact, she was lucky he didn't run away screaming. She felt her hope being shattered as he released her and took a step, then another away from her.

“What are you?” he asked, running his fingers over his injured lip.

Dany closed her eyes and took a deep breath to control herself. When she opened her eyes, Jon was still staring at her with fear and doubt in his gray eyes. Without taking her eyes off his, she licked the blood from her lips before saying, “I told you I couldn't be with you, Jon. Goodbye.”

She turned around again with the intention of leaving, her heart breaking again, but Jon, once again, stopped her. He held her hand and said in a soft tone “Please stay. I don’t want you to leave me behind.”

She looked him in the eyes and there was sincerity in them, as well as a good amount of fear. “I can hear your heart racing and I can smell your fear, Jon.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t afraid.”

She watched him for a few seconds. Jon was scared, but he was also sincere in saying that he wanted her to stay.

“As you've just seen, I'm a monster, Jon. A vampire. I feed on humans like you to continue existing.” she explained in a serious tone and looked away at the comet above them. “I still taste your blood in my mouth and part of me wants me to rip out your throat and drink every last drop from your veins.”

“Yes, I want you to stay.” he replied “And now that I’ve seen what you are, many of my memories make sense.” Jon placed a trembling hand on her cheek and stroked it gently before continuing “I remember how exciting it was to hunt. Dany, I remember licking the blood off your skin. I remember drinking other people's blood with you by my side.” she stared at him with her mouth open. “So, this can only mean that, in my other life, I was also a vampire and that I met you, right?”

“Even if that were possible, you are a human now and I am still a monster.” she said in a whisper against his chest “You have a family and friends, you have a whole life ahead of you and I couldn’t ask you to give up all of that for my sake, for the sake of a monster.”

He watched her for a few seconds before saying “I know you would never hurt me on purpose.”

She nodded. No, she would never hurt him.

He gave her a sweet smile before adding, “And monster or not, I will always have those feelings for you.” Jon gave her a sincere smile before asking in a soft tone “How did he die? Your Aemon.”

That question took her by surprise, but she replied “A group of hunters invaded our coven during the day and only I survived.” she felt a lump forming in her throat and stopped. He saw Jon placing his other hand over his heart and forced herself to continue “One of the hunters drove a stake through his heart and I couldn't do anything to save him. So I held him in my arms until he turned to ashes.”

As always, remembering that filled her with pain. Jon pulled her to him, hugged her and she wished she could stay locked in that hug forever, but she couldn't.

“I couldn’t bear to go through all that again.” she said against his chest.

He looked into her eyes for a few seconds and she could see her pain reflected in his eyes. Dany didn't stop him when Jon kissed her and only broke the kiss long enough to whisper against her lips “I've been looking for you my whole life, Dany. I felt finally whole the moment our lips touched.”

He kissed her slowly, and although she could still taste the delicious taste of his blood on her tongue, she held back so as not to hurt him again. Jon, however, kissed her enthusiastically and she ended up letting herself go. But this time it was her blood that filled their mouths, and when she tried to break the kiss, Jon held her even tighter against him. She knew she was strong enough to break away from him if she wanted to, but she didn't want to. He looked at her with hungry eyes as their lips parted and gave her a smile as bright as the sun.

“Daenerys!” he whispered and kissed her again with renewed enthusiasm.

Intoxicated by his kisses, it took her a few seconds to realize what he had said, what name he had called her.

Daenerys.

Her real name.

The name she hadn't told Jon.

Dany broke the kiss and looked him in the eyes.

She swallowed hard before asking “What did you call me?”

He smiled and gave her a mischievous smile before replying “Daenerys.”

She stared at him open-mouthed “But how…”

“I remember.” he said, interrupting her. “I remember everything.”

For a few seconds, she just looked at him as her brain understood the meaning of his words.

I remember everything.

So that meant…

Could she believe it?

Was it even possible?

Could she afford to hope that…

“Aemon?” she whispered with a mix of hope and fear.

He nodded slowly “My Dany.” he whispered and placed a sweet, soft kiss on her lips before looking into her eyes and adding “I said I would find a way to get back to you, didn’t I?” Dany nodded, her eyes filled with tears, and he hugged her and placed a soft kiss on her hair. “I came back to you, Dany. My heart is yours, I am yours for all eternity.”

He kissed her passionately and Daenerys Targaryen felt her heart becoming whole again.

Her love had found his way back to her and they had an entire eternity ahead of them.

[mixelation]

here's the first bit of the epilogue to caution to the wind. i don't have, like, a plan? so i have no idea how much more to go or how long it will take me to get there. my plan is to post pieces here on tumblr and if it ever turns into a full conclusion, to put it on ao3 :)

xxx

“Because squirrels carry the plague, Obito—“

Time travel is a little more intense than teleportation. Karin arrives to the past feeling woozy and disoriented, and she gropes for Minato’s sleeve to steady herself. She’s still painfully aware there’s no less than eighteen people in Minato’s office, and her body is immediately on edge, her fingers digging deeper into the fabric of Minato’s shirt than necessary.

However, unlike Kakashi’s version of this office, it’s perfectly normal for the Hokage to disappear and reappear without warning. Tensions are high, but they’re not that high. Minato himself relaxes the second he’s oriented properly, and Karin can feel the relief flood his chakra. She makes herself loosen her grip on him– mentally she knows she is safe here, by his side, even if her heart rate needs some convincing.  

“Sensei,” Obito whines the second Minato reappears. He’s clutching an unconscious squirrel in his hands. “Why are you— who is this?” 

Karin bristles against her will at Obito’s voice. She’d known he’d be here, but it’s still a punch in the gut to feel his chakra again. He’s different, of course– lighter, happier, and so much younger. This Obito has his own messy desk in the corner of the Hokage’s office, with random pens and papers scattered across the floor from experimental squirrels being transported across time to him.

But it’s still him. 

The girl standing across from Obito’s desk is similarly studying Karin with sharp eyes. She has warm brown hair cut short, decorative purple markings on her cheeks, and five squirrels clustered between both her glowing green fists. Based on her chakra, Karin realizes that she’s also definitely a jinchuriki, and not for the Nine Tails. No wonder Minato had been tight-lipped about Nohara Rin’s infamously bad day. 

There’s also a man who looks and feels like he must be related to Nara Shikamaru standing cross-armed next to the Hokage’s desk, and a woman in a pencil skirt next to him giving definite “secretary by day, kunoichi assassin by night” vibes, and way more hidden ANBU than strictly necessary, even for a Kage’s office.. 

Karin is too distracted by trying to orient herself and not flip out over Obito’s chakra and so she misses the exact details, but what happens next is this: Minato moves just slightly, and then the whole room rearranges itself in response. 

It’s fascinating to watch, really. This is the tight coordination Karin associates with big villages: a kind of terrifying efficiency, actions as smooth as an organism telling its legs to walk. She’d known cognitively Minato commanded this sort of power, but it’s still almost overwhelming to observe herself. 

Most of the ANBU disappear entirely. Four move to positions outside the office, and one who can only be a teenaged Hatake Kakashi drops from the cieling. The Nara man sighs loudly. 

“Who am I grabbing for this?” he asks. 

Minato grins, and there’s his usual sheepishness, but today it’s mixed with the confidence of the guy in charge of everything. 

“I’d like to talk to Jiraiya as soon as possible,” Minato says. “And help Suzume with… damage control, would you? I don’t want rumors spreading before I can make an official statement.”

No one questions him. The Nara slouches off, followed by the kunoichi who must be Suzume. Their eyes linger on Karin as they pass, but there’s no hostility. 

It’s… weird. Not bad, but weird. 

Once the room has been cleared of everyone but her and Team Minato, Rin starts, “Sensei, are you sure you want me…” 

Minato takes Karin’s hand, lacing his fingers through hers. All three of his students’ eyes drop to it.

“Oh my god!” Rin squeals in delight, mood switching immediately from serious ninja to excited teenaged girl. 

She tosses the unconscious squirrels onto Obito’s desk. More papers flutter to the ground. 

“You did not just randomly abandon me for six hours to go get a girlfriend,”  Obito says. He brandishes a squirrel at them. “Sensei, what is going on?”

Kakashi’s posture is ramrod straight, but he tilts his head in askance. 

“This is Karin,” Minato says, and Karin gives the three of them a tiny, awkward wave. “If anyone asks, she’s a survivor of Uzushio that I’m inviting to join Konoha.”

“Okay,” Kakashi says, and Karin can feel the ripples of curiosity in all three of them at the mention of Uzushio. “So are you going to tell us who she is actually?”

Minato tells them. Karin lets him do all the talking, carefully monitoring his students’ reactions. Their loose plan is that whatever they do to track down Zetsu and whatever else they need to prevent future disasters, Minato will stick Karin with his former genin team. They’re competent, loyal to Minato personally, and can keep triple-S class secrets. 

Minato does not completely spill the beans on the potential future disasters, because it is a lot and most of it involves Obito going completely off the deep end. They’ll get the details eventually, but for now Minato tells them they might work with Karin to save the future only in the vaguest of terms. The result is that the focus of his story is that he casually got trapped in an alternate timeline for a year and decided to bring his girlfriend back. 

“So you are dating,” Rin concludes from Minato’s wild and crazy triple-S class adventure. “Sensei, I’m so happy for you–”

“These are future squirrels?” Obito says, nose wrinkling. “With future plague?”

“I wouldn’t let your dumbass sensei handle diseased rodents,” Karin defends and then immediately bites her tongue. It might be kind of early to be calling Minato a dumbass in front of people who respect him. Minato has about four people he genuinely, deeply cares for besides Karin, and she’d prefer getting along with them. 

Rin laughs though, loud and full. “Sensei, I like her!”

Karin feels herself relax, ever so slightly. 

The rest of the day is properly overwhelming. Karin gets to watch Minato inform the highest ranking of shinobi about them inadvertently discovering time travel and alternate dimensions are both possible, and then that Karin is just here now because he’s Hokage and he can do what he wants.

Jounin Commander Nara Shikaku, back from sending a missive off to Jiraiya, looks remarkably like his son as he rubs his temples and starts spitting out strategies for Karin’s cover story. He doesn’t, Karin notes, voice a single criticism of Minato’s decision to bring her back with him, even though it makes the whole situation more troublesome.

Karin will not be claiming to have grown up in Uzushio, explaining why she survived its destruction and why she doesn’t know shit about it. She’s traveled and lived all over enough that there’s a number of places she could realistically claim to be from, and they pick a part of rural Grass Country for her to have grown up in. They don’t anticipate anyone questioning this. That Karin is a true Uzumaki is indisputable fact, and there’s barely anyone from Uzushio left to poke holes in her story. No other ninja village is going to claim her or object. 

“How are you going to…” Shikaku trails off, and Karin watches him clench and unclench his fist with stress. “Clearly you’ve known each other a while.”

“Whirlwind romance?” Minato proposes, and smiles his dweebiest pushover smile. 

Karin clasps her hands to both cheeks and in her best love-sick voice adds, “He’s just sooooo dreamy.”

“Wow,” Obito drawls from his desk. 

It’s weird, Karin thinks, that they suddenly have a whole village of people Minato can call on to help with whatever silly they need. It’s not a feeling Karin is used to. 

She meets Danzo for all of fifteen minutes. Suzume, apparently his glorified Minato-assigned handler, hovers in the hallway. Danzo brought his own assistant with him, whose chakra is so tightly controlled it reminded Karin of Orochimaru’s saddest psych experiments. 

Despite having interacted with him for all of a handful of minutes in the future than Obito, Karin associates Danzo’s chakra signature very strongly with being grabbed and made helpless and then being stabbed by someone she trusts. She keeps her posture carefully straight and mouth firmly shut through the whole interaction, during which Danzo doesn’t say much besides acknowledging the information he’s being told, but his face remains grumpy and judgmental. 

“Another Uzumaki will only strengthen our village,” he says diplomatically of Karin, even as he eyes her up and down like he’s assessing a cut of meat for damages at the market. “Although I would recommend Inoichi for her mindwalk.”

It’s framed as a suggestion, but Minato has not mentioned the infamous Yamanaka mindreading powers at all. This is Danzo telling Minato what he believes should be done, that Karin needs to be carefully vetted. It’s not even a bad suggestion. Karin is paranoid and untrustful herself, and if she were in Danzo’s shoes, she’d also be calling for wild mindreading screenings of strangers. 

But Minato is Hokage, and so Minato gets to make all the calls. It is not Danzo’s place to overrule or question him. Minato tilts his head, usually friendly smile tight, and dismisses him without comment. 

Karin breathes a tiny sigh of relief when he’s gone. Minato scoots his chair back and pulls her into his lap. It’s an extremely blatant act of affection, and Karin feels chakra ripple through his ANBU guard. 

Those guys are… going to be a lot harder to learn to ignore than she anticipated. Their presence keeps her from completely melting into Minato’s arms like she would in private. 

“I think that’s enough for today,” Minato tells her. “I’m exhausted.”

It’s past midnight when they get to Minato’s house. He walks her there, so she knows the way, and it’s on a completely ordinary street of family homes, each their own little yard. Minato’s house looks no different than the rest, but there’s enough invisible fuinjutsu plastered all over it that Karin feels the hair on the back of her arms raise. 

It’s enough that she hesitates at the garden gate. 

“This is worse than the quarry house,” she tells him. 

“Oh,” he says, realization dawning on his face. “Is that, um, going to be a problem?”

It might have been, months ago. Unlike the quarry, where Minato’s chakra was everywhere but in a wild, undirected sense because the seals were mostly experimental and small, this is very definitely a series of carefully planned and layered techniques. This is dangerous, weaponized chakra.

Except it’s also very definitely all Minato, who currently looks vaguely embarrassed and is blushing adorably. 

Karin is, slightly unfortunately, extremely attracted to his chakra. 

“No problem,” she tells him. “Show me around?”

The guards stay in the vicinity but position themselves on the roofs of Minato’s neighbors, thank god. 

Minato almost immediately gets distracted from a real conversation about where things are and where Karin can put her stuff in his house, telling her very excitedly about all the seals he’s put up that she’s now feeling. Most of them are for security or privacy, and part of the direction of the conversation is that Karin shouldn’t worry about his guard being able to see or hear them. Then he starts talking about being able to change the color of his roof for no other season than Rin dared him he couldn’t. 

Nerd, Karin thinks affectionately as she wanders through rooms. 

Minato’s house is roomier than she’d expect for a bachelor, with a big eat-in kitchen and three bedrooms. Kakashi doesn’t have his own family, and Karin got the impression that he’s spent a lot of medical leave time in a guest room. Minato has off-handedly mentioned Obito crashing here too. The house was clearly obtained with his team in mind. 

“Ah, this is Rin’s room,” he says. “It’s probably the most comfortable, if you… don’t want… to stay with me…”

He also mentioned, when he was trying to convince her to move in with him, that Rin lived with him for eighteen months, after her Bad Day. He did not mention at the time that Rin is a jinchuriki. Karin suspects the Bad Day, the demon inside of her, and her sudden need to stay with him for a year and a half are all related, but she refrains from quizzing Minato just yet. 

“Obviously I’m going to sleep with you,” Karin tells him. “Your bed has got to be more comfortable than a tree.”

It is nice to have the option, though. Karin’s current plans are to make Minato spend as much time as she can get him in bed with her, and she doesn’t anticipate that goal fading any time soon. But it makes her feel safer, to know he’ll let her set up boundaries if she wants. 

Minato had not gotten up that morning knowing he was going to time travel and then bring a lady home that evening, and his bed is unmade and there’s dirty clothes on the floor. Karin toes a pair of boxers and then meets Minato’s eyes with a smirk, expecting him to look vaguely and cutely mortified. 

Instead, he just looks incredibly sappy. 

“What?” she asks. 

“It’s just…” Minato gestures hopelessly around them, and he looks more like a guy on his first date than the confident leader she’s been watching all day. “I can’t believe I have you here.”

“Aaw,” Karin coos, batting her eyelashes playfully. “And you get to have me here indefinitely.”

She’d kind of thought, while they were walking over, that she’s too tired for sex, and she doesn’t like being able to feel ANBU crawling all over outside no matter how much privacy Minato promises, and she wasn’t going to initiate anything tonight. But she lets Minato kiss her, pull her body into his and then walk them both towards the bed, and he dips her over so gently, like she’s a delicate fucking princess or something, and what is she supposed to do? Not let him fuck her?

The sheets smell heavily of shampoo and aftershave that are not what Minato was using in her timeline. But his calloused hands are the same, and so are his lips and his chakra, and Karin manages to nearly forget about the stupid guard. 

[acewithwords]

i have a funny idea

imagine arcana twilight with Summoner's best friend from mid earthim accidently got transfer into their arcana twilight, They suggest to hang out together with the boys

UNTIL, Summoner wants to drive the car. Summoner's friend start to praying out of nowhere and look at them with a fake smile and start blinking in morse code. They quite confuse at first until summoner drivers the car. They sulk during the whole ride because Spica who the one stop them and drive the car lol

HELP THIS IS SO FUNNY I LOVE SUMMONER CAUSING CHAOS

Summoner's best friend had been in Contell's academy for a while now. How did they even get here in the first place? Well with Summoner's magic anything is possible. Their best friend accidentally fell into a portal that opened in mid earthiem. At first Vega was distrustful of them but then he saw how happy Summoner was with them so he started to warm up a little bit to them. Their best friend had been a big help for the Summoner in Bound Aralyn. Being with someone who they were incredibely familiar with was a wonderful experience.

Their best friend had suggested going out together with the rest of the guide committee. Summoner was intrigued and with enough convincing everyone agreed to join in even if it was slightly against their will (Alpheratz). They had managed to schedule it during Contell academy's break, so that meant the guide committee would be less busy. For the time being, Alpheratz had managed to help Summoner and their Best friend rent out a vehicle for the trip. Road trips were usually fun as a group.

Soon enough, the rest of the guide committee arrived to place their stuff in the vehicle and Summoner offers to drive.

"I can drive."

"Absolutely not!" Their friend glared at them. "You are a danger to society behind the wheel."

"I'm sure it will be fine with Summoner," Spica said.

"You're going to regret that soon."

And they did. Summoner placed their hands on the wheel as their best friend started to blink rapidly (in morse code) while smiling during the conversation. The others didn't mention anything aside from Arcatus who was concerned by the odd behavior. But, as soon as Summoner pushed on the clutch pedal and it was a terrifying experience with summomer behind the wheel but somehow they never crashed into anyone or anything. However, Spica had managed to stop Summoner from driving any farther after a few minutes of them driving. At this point they're all going to need therapy from the experience. A new Record for someone having to stop Summomer from driving. They all took a quick break at one of the nearby stops to reorganize themselves. Sirius was laughing about the experience but was a bit shocked by Summoner's driving skills. Alpheratz sat down, he was incredibely tired at that point. Vega closed his eyes contemplating his decisions during the experience while Arcatus helped out Pollux who had felt sick after the entire experience. Spica scolded Summoner for their reckless driving.

Once they recovered, Sirius was left in charge to drive. Surprisingly, he was a pretty decent driver. Spica sat beside him in the front while reading the map. The trip had barely started but are we that surprised? Something was bound to happen. Summoner just continues to sulk in the corner at the back as Arcatus tries to comfort them with a pat on the back. Their best friend just laughs about the entire experience and at the Summoner a little bit. The trip ends up being successful at least.

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I don't know if this is considered to be a fic nor is this proofread. But I thought the idea was silly.

[pkmn-ken]

[MMM finale]

Ken runs through blackthorne city gym, desperate to escape the gym trainers and petrel. As he runs through, he can’t help but notice the lava around the gym. Terrified of the lava, she frantically leaps across ledges and grabs onto the sliding stones that glide across the gym, just to avoid it, while also evading the trainers chasing her, eager to battle. As he continues his journey through blackthorne gym, Ken nearly slips on the sliding stones, almost falling into the lava. He manages to grab onto the stone, hanging from it like a cartoon character holding onto a cliff side for dear life. The tip of his tail touches the lava, which burns slightly. He winces in pain and pulls herself back up onto the sliding stone slab, climbing to safety. Ken manages to make it across, he’s almost there, just one final jump and he would be right there, in front of Claire. As Ken is about to make the jump, Petrel grabs him and pulls him back. Ken squirms a bit, struggling to break free from Petrel’s grasp, but to no avail.

Claire returns from the cave behind the gym, only to witness the chaos ensuing before her as Petrel struggles to contain the poor hybrid struggling in his arms. The moment Ken spots Clair, he freezes his eyes light up. ”Claire?!” Without a second thought, he uses dragon rage on Petrel to make his escape. He makes his way to Claire quickly and leaps into her arms, nearly knocking her over. Claire is startled at first. Well, who wouldn’t be? A team rocket grunt with the features of a dragonair can be quite startling. Claire panics and sends out her kingdra to attack Ken, but the kingdra doesn’t attack him. Instead, it inspects Ken. The kingdra makes some sort of noise of recognition. it seems to….recognize Ken? Claire seems confused by this development at first, how could her Pokémon recognize a team rocket grunt that it had never seen before….unless the grunt was….no, it can’t be.

Claire walks up to Ken, curious as to why her Pokémon isn’t attacking the grunt, she decides to investigate herself. She takes a moment to look at Ken’s features, noticing they’re similar to a dragonair’s. She takes off his hat to get a better look at the horn on his head, then takes off his gloves to look at his— well, claws. She then notices a black smudge on his wrist and pulls back the sleeve to reveal Claire’s trainer ID, which was seemingly inked onto his wrist, sort of like a tattoo of sorts. It took Claire a moment to connect the dots, to realize that this was indeed her Pokémon, the dragonair she had lost to team rocket 4 months ago, except it seems they turned her Pokémon into a human-like being, a human-Pokémon hybrid to be specific.

Claire turned her attention to Petrel, who was now charging at her with his Wheezing. Claire immediately put a stop to that madness with her Kingdra. The kingdra uses Dragonbreath, followed by a hyper beam, knocking out the wheezing indefinitely, along with scaring off petrel. Claire sighs with relief, then glances at Ken, looking at his current state once again. “Perhaps I should bring you to Bill, he might now how to turn you back.” Ken frowns, not liking that idea one bit. “But, it’s fun being a human… :<. I get to do allll sorts of things as a human!” Claire looks at Ken for a moment, confused at first by what he just said. “you…want to stay the way you are?” ”yeah! :D”

Claire chuckles at Ken’s enthusiasm. “Alright then, but first we should get you out of that team rocket uniform, and find you something better to wear. Can’t run around Johto dressed like a criminal.” Claire takes Ken back home, happy to be reunited with her— well, friend? Her Pokémon? Either way, she was happy to have Ken back, safe from team rocket’s grasp.