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An Introduction to Arthurian Paganism

Hey, everyone! I’m back with another practice-related post. This time, we’re talking about Arthurian Paganism.

It should be noted that I am still researching and learning about the Arthurian Canon, and Tumblr’s #Arthuriana tag has been, unironically, extremely helpful. They have massive blog posts with links to copies of books that have been published and translated, abridged or unabridged, compilations and separate short stories, etc. which are becoming quite useful to me in my research. And for that, to the people who post and follow the Arthuriana tags, I say thank you. Your work—be it memes, academic compilations of sources, or artwork—has made this not only easier, but very fun.

With that out of the way, let’s talk about the Arthurian Pantheon, starting with what it exactly is at this point in my research and spirituality.

What is Arthurian Paganism and How did I get here?

The what and the how are where I want to start. Simply put, I think this is the easiest thing to understand before we go down the rabbit hole of me assigning correspondences, working with festivals, etc.

Plus, anyone, especially in the Western World, has some vague understanding of what the King Arthur story is about. This gives us some equal playing field for a good understanding of the jumping off point of my spiritual path with the Arthurian Pantheon.

So to begin, the Arthurian Pantheon is the characters of King Arthur Stories being honored as deities.

I stumbled across this accidentally when I was trying to worship the Lord and Lady of the Land. A lot of how envisioned these deities came across as King Arthur and Lady Morgan Le Fay—and I was quite intrigued and confused. I had done some honoring of Morgan Le Fay in the past, but not much, and yet could not shake the feeling that there was something here for me to explore.

And as a child, I was always in love with the King Arthur stories and retellings I came across.

It took me a few months to fully embrace, but, by the time Lunasdagh arrived, I began considering in earnest how to honor King Arthur and Lady Morgan within their respective mythos.

King Arthur Pendragon is a mythic King of Britain. While there’s no real historical evidence that states he was a real person, to my knowledge at time of writing, we can trace his story specifically back to Wales as a folk hero in the Mabinogion. Here Arthur is usually portrayed as a vaguely supernatural entity who helps other travelers on their quests.

One such notable one is of Arthur helping his cousin win the hand of a giantess in marriage, if I remember correctly.

His time as a Welsh folk hero is discussed, briefly, in the Mythillogical podcast’s episode on YouTube. The link can be found here.

This version of Arthur is quite different from what he will become, as he is a wanderer and has a lot more agency in these tales. King Arthur tends to lose a bit of focus and agency over the overarching story of Camelot as the Canon grows both in characters and gets codified over time.

This loss of agency or lack of focus, whichever you prefer to call it, reminds me quite a bit of the human life cycle. Arthur, as people add on to his legends starting with Geoffrey of Monmouth and his Welsh Counterparts going all the way up to the modern day, goes through the cycle of birth, childhood, young adulthood, adulthood, elder, death, and finally rebirth. He represents a very human experience—from making mistakes (sleeping with his sister Morgause and in a fit of regret and anger at what he did goes to try and drown every child born on May Day in order to not eventually die at the child’s hand) to just trying to be a genuinely good man and king (his attempts at trying to persuade his Knights and Lords to have Mercy on Queen Guinevere when she was falsely accused of murder and rightfully accused of adultery).

King Arthur is very human and that is necessary for a chief god of a pantheon that I believe in, because I could never get behind a perfect god or a supposed son of god who is meant to share a human experience to understand us better but yet simultaneously is meant to be perfect.

So King Arthur became a comfort as a chief god, even if I haven’t really worked with him yet.

I do say good morning to him every morning though, because I associate King Arthur with the sun.

I mainly got here through Lady Morgan Le Fay, though. She reached out to me about a year ago through a vision I had while working at my part time job. I saw myself following her through mists in an indigo cloak with silver embroidery. So I began to honor her the best I could—I even picked up the Mists of Avalon, and read it for a while, to get her perspective on Arthurian Canon. Then, as the stress of finding a full time job and then having two jobs all began to bubble up, I fell off.

(Which I will get back to the novel eventually. I’m going to be reading a lot of Arthurian books and romances for the foreseeable future.)

Recently, through the attempt at honoring the Lord and Lady of the Land, I found my way back to Lady Morgan. When I reach out to a goddess in divination, I ask for her. When I do my kitchen witchcraft, I do it in her name. When I think of making something for my craft, I think of making it for her.

I wanted to do this seriously and the best I can.

Doing so led to me realizing that it’s not just King Arthur and Lady Morgan who gained spiritual/magickal/etc. independent being status through the centuries of rewriting, retelling, and rediscovering the Arthurian tradition again and again. They all were alive in their own way. Entities in their own rights with their own domains and their own things to teach us, the characters of King Arthur’s stories are alive.

And I had that realization relatively recently. Just a bit before my “Sir Gawain Type of Day” post.

So that’s how I got here.

Now let’s talk about my recent experiences.

My Experiences with the Pantheon:

This section will be quite short as my experiences aren’t much in the grand scheme of things—and a few are a bit personal. The findings are rather few as of right now, but I am starting out and the Arthurian Pantheon as a whole requested that I focus on the research aspect first as a way to honor them before I do anything big like celebrate Sabbats and stuff.

Lady Morgan also reiterated this fact with me last week, and reminded me that I do need to practice patience with myself.

And I’m trying, promise.

For my experiences with the pantheon, I’ve mainly interacted with Lady Morgan. She helped me pass my excel certification exam which allowed me to get my current full time position, and I asked that of her because I thought I’d be quitting my part time job once I got a full time position. I would have more time for the craft, which I promised her that I would make. However, the current state of the economy, and the cost of living where I live specifically, required me to work both jobs in order to pay bills and save up for an apartment.

So, I never really kept up my end of the deal—despite trying to for a while.

Lady Morgan’s energy never seems to give much away about her emotions. I’ve only ever felt an ancient patience and kindness with her. Much like a dusty old library on a misty spring morning, Lady Morgan’s energy is that of learning the art of patience and being okay with waiting—leading you down the path at your own pace.

Her energy also is heavily linked to the moon, mists, and rainstorms from what I’ve found.

The moon is something that she always radiated to me. Lady Morgan guides the way through the night, providing light and guidance through moonlight and stars. The moon tends to show its phase in a very different way if I’ve just been speaking to Lady Morgan earlier that evening and the stars seem much brighter despite the light pollution.

In my limited dealings with Lady Morgan, I’ve also found that, if I did something she was particularly proud of, a morning mist greeted me the next day. I feel the most comfortable in the mists, especially in the morning, so I always appreciate that little treat.

Lord, or more accurately, King Arthur has a different energy that I am sometimes able to connect to in the mornings.

King Arthur’s energy to me is very much the sun. It’s bright and welcoming and even protective to an extent. He’s constant, strong, and reliable. I also associate him with stags, not only because of the whole White Stag search that may or may not have ruined his wedding to Queen Guinevere (depending on the version you’re reading), but also because deer are quite common where I live. Does are definitely more common than stags, yes, but the few times I see a Stag I just immediately think it’s King Arthur.

I think this association began with the Mists of Avalon. Especially when there’s a whole trial by deer that Arthur needs to go through in order to be accepted by the Tribes and it results in his son with Morgaine, Mordred.

Beyond that association, stags tend to be connected to nobility and dependability in our modern media symbolism shorthand, with the most prominent example coming to mind being Elijah Mikaelson from the Vampire Diaries extended universe. Elijah’s nicknamed the Noble Stag for being a Mikaelson the people can trust to keep his word to the letter. He usually acts as the consciousness of his brother, Klaus, and tries to put family above all else.

In my mind, King Arthur is much the same. His energy is that of a stag—a man who keeps his word, puts the people he loves before himself, and is a just king.

And, finally, I felt Sir Gawain’s energy once. I wrote a blog about it, just a small musing really. But to me Gawain’s energy is that of liminal tidings. His energy is soft and comforting as the wheel of the year turns and we shift from one season to the next. At Yuletide/Winter Solstice, he deals the blow to the Green Knight—which rings in the warmer half of the year. And at Litha/Summer Solstice, he faces the Green Knight once more to bring in the colder half of the year.

Possibly.

I think this may change as Sir Gawain is definitely a god of the seasons and their shifts, but I can’t tell if it’s Sir Gawain who rings in the different parts of the year, or if it’s King Arthur, or someone else I have yet to interact with, or no one in the pantheon at all.

But, for now, I will say it’s Sir Gawain and the Green Knight that ring in the colder and warmer halves of the year.

But that is the extent of my experiences with the Arthurian Pantheon thus far. I am reading up on them still, as a part of my research and way to honor them.

My Recent Findings on the Pantheon:

Through my research, as I currently read “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight” as translated by Jessie Weston, I have found that King Arthur likes to hear stories of great feats from his knights and/or songs, or see a good game before he eats a feast, so that will be implemented during times I offer some food up to him. He also refuses to eat until everyone at court is sitting and served when hosting a grand feast, so if I invite people over I will try and do the same. King Arthur and The Knights of the Round Table love to have feasts with dried meats and honey wine ( AKA mead ).

When I get my apartment, I will practice making honey wine for libations to the King and his Knights.

My time browsing the Arthuriana tag on Tumblr, and the abridged version of Le Morte d'Arthur read by Derek Jacobi, indicated that Sir Gawain loves apples. So when I honor Sir Gawain specifically, I’ll see if I can make apples ready for the occasion.

The abridged version of Le Morte d’Arthur previously mentioned also pointed two days that I specifically took note of: Arthur’s birthday, being around December 24th, and Arthur’s king making which was on Candlemas, February 2nd. So I will definitely be celebrating Candlemas, and King Arthur’s birthday, which falls during Yuletide.

The Mists of Avalon audiobook that I’m listening to on Spotify indicates that Lady Morgan is knowledgeable in herb lore and is gifted with the Sight. So any form of herbalism and divination could be considered devotional acts to Lady Morgan. Or working with the Fair Folk, as in that telling of Arthurian canon has Lady Morgan descended from the Fae Folk of the British Isles.

And that’s all I have at the moment research wise. I haven’t had time to sit down and finish “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight” in order to move on to the next pieces of Arthuriana on the docket.

Conclusion:

As you can see, I don’t have much in the way of research or experiences yet. Really, this Introduction to the Arthurian Pantheon is just me trying to get my thoughts and early findings down on paper so I can continue forward.

I really can’t wait to learn about and from this very large and very diverse pantheon.

I’m not even sure if I’ll get to everyone—or if this counts as Celtic or Pop Culture paganism! I tag it as Celtic since these stories tend to be leaning more Celtic in nature and its birth in the British Isles.

But I hope you guys enjoyed this introduction into the pantheon and my experiences with it! I’ll make a more comprehensive and scholarly introduction when I have more time, knowledge, and experience under my belt with the pantheon if necessary. For now though, this is where I end the introduction post.

Until next time!

[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

Fic master post

Here's a little master post of all (most of) my existing fic. I'm writing again so I'll update with new ones as I go along :)

On Ao3:

-Long fic:

Steps Toward the Water

Words: 16,161 (5 chapters)

Case fic, set early S11 (but written before S11 came out so canon divergence).

Winter has come early bringing with it the biting chill of the years first frost, there is the hum of electricity in the air and people are going missing. Sam dreams of Jess and faces in the ice. When a young woman named Liz disappears Sam is certain there’s more to the case than first appears. Meanwhile Dean is drawn in by tales of people vanishing on the shores of Coldwater lake, strange wordless songs and a woman standing out on the frozen water. It will take all of Sam’s cleverness, bravery, and perhaps just a smidgen of psychic ability, for him to be able to piece together the cases and bring a lost soul to rest.

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-One shots:

*NEW* Looking for Meaning

Words: 1818

Soulless Sam, s6

Soulless Sam tries to figure out why he still has the Samulet.

*NEW* Digging into the Lore

Words: 2425

Sam/Piper (from 11 x 4 Baby), angst, later seasons Sam's complicated relationship with sex.

He hadn’t come here for this, and if he’s being honest with himself he usually would have smiled politely, said “another time” and then vanished off into the night. Certainly, he never would have initiated. He thinks again about the scent of her perfume, god she’d smelt good. Maybe . . . maybe he needs this. Something . . . uncomplicated. ‘You gotta learn to have fun. Seriously, it's pathetic’. His fingers grip the edge of the table again. Making sure.

"I'm Sam"

Make Something Good Out of It

Words: 1,631

Sam/Ruby, dub-con overtones. Not shippy.

The water feels good, cleansing and cooling, soothing the ache in his head as he lets it run through his hair and over his body. He leans his back against the wall of the shower and slides down the length until he’s sat pressed against the cold tile. There’s a grotty looking flannel laying abandoned on the shower floor to his left and he grabs it up in his hand, scrubbing it harshly over every inch of flesh he can reach, his skin reddening under the friction of the rough cloth. He can still feel the ink, seeping deeper into him. He scrubs harder.

Would you stay, as you are lying there?

Words: 1,343

Sam/Madison, canon divergence, (vaguely) NSFW.

A Sam/Madison slight AU, wherein Sam and Madison get to spend one last night together, even though the outcome is still the same.

Silver and Flames

Words: 1,640

Angst, young Sam.

Sam is bought a knife for his ninth birthday.

Ice and Blood

Words: 1,797

Angst, young Sam, a follow up to Silver and Flames

The story of Sam's first kill.

Home

Words: 929

Sam/Jess

Jess finds out there is more to heaven than just her memories

On Tumblr:

Stamford Letter (young Sam)

These vary in length but are mostly drabbles/prompt-requests. Most don't have real titles so I've given them vaguely descriptive ones lol.

*NEW* Going on a Quest (Trials Sam)

November 2nd 1997 (young Sam)

November 2nd (young Sam)

Reason for Hope

Bones (Young Sam)

Soulless Sam drabble

After the funeral (s3)

Why I'm Leaving

I'm Proud of You (Sam/Jess)

Riot (Sam/Amelia - although its mostly about the dog)

Riot2 (again mostly about Riot but Sam/Amelia)

Loss (Sam/Jess)

There's a Storm Outside (Sam/Jess)

Night (gen, mentions of Sam/Brady, Sam/Jess)

The Nightmare (this one's actually pretty long - young Sam)

Once, when we were kids

First Kiss (Sam/Brady, demisexual Sam)

Sam Poetry master-post

[bebepac]

Substitute Queen (Happy Birthday Queen Walton!)

This is a special edition of Fast Forward for my friend @queenwalton as she enjoys this series I've created a lot and it is her birthday! (Well a day early!)

I'm pretty sure you have been following along with me since I started writing on the fandom a little over a year ago. Thank you for your friendship and support. I hear from you after every chapter I post and I love it. Also thank you for being my trustworthy reader of infinite snippets. I hope you have an absolutely wonderful birthday my friend. 🥰🥰🥰🥰❤❤❤

A/N:  Thanks @dcbbw​ for bouncing some ideas around with me, and giving me a few to make this birthday fic even better.  Thank you girl.  

Summary:  Riley and Liam go on their first vacation alone since the events of Ellie’s kidnapping.  Maxwell and Taylor take care of all the children.  Maxwell throws a “Baby” Beaumont Bash.

Original Post Date: 03/24/21 at 11:55AM EST

The Book:  TRH and Beyond

Pairing: Liam x Riley  / Maxwell x Taylor 

Warnings:  None other than hilarious fluff

Word Count: 2425

Song inspiration for this chapter: Baby Shark (Trap Music Remix) 

I don’t own rights to this hilarious music.  

Liam saw Riley standing  in the study with her back turned to him.  The King of Cordonia shifted seamlessly into stealth mode as he crept silently into the study, surprising his Queen by pouncing on her like a lion, grabbing her and slipping his arms around her waist, and sensually planting a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on her neck.  He gently rubbed himself against her.  

“Take a break for a little while my love.”

He felt her body tense up.

“EEEWWWWW GROSS!!! NOT YOUR WIFE!!!  OOOOH GOD!!!!!!! NOT YOUR WIFE!!! PUT THAT THING AWAY!!!!!!  YOU HAVE FOUR KIDS!?!?!?!?!?  AREN’T YOU GUYS TIRED OF DOING THAT?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?”

Liam quickly recoiled from her.   Liam looked genuinely horrified when she turned to face him.

“I’m so sorry Taylor.  From behind, I swear I couldn’t…I mean I didn’t…..”  

“Bleh!!!! Don’t finish that sentence!!!!!!

Riley walked in the room seeing Taylor and Liam visibly uncomfortable.

“What did I miss?”  

“I need a bath!!!  Your husband thought I was you.  Apparently we look the same from behind.”  

Riley glanced at Taylor.  “I mean…. He’s really not completely wrong Tay.  Now that you had the twins, we really do.”  

Taylor scowled.  

“And that right there is why no one will mistake us for each other from the front.  Your scowl face.”

“Well this is a sufficiently awkward conversation, so I’m going to go, especially after I’ve completely embarrassed myself. Riley when you’re finished, please come by my study.”  Liam still had a flush on his cheeks and ears.

“For real, put that thing away Liam, it’s barely lunch time.”  Taylor grumbled.

“I will be there.”  She winked at him.  

Liam’s smile returned.  

“Can one of you keep it in your pants please?  You two are like horny teenagers.”  

“I’m okay with that.”  They both said in unison smiling at each other.  Liam left the room.

“Are you going away for your wedding anniversary?”

“We probably should, but we have our date nights, and we can always sneak some time alone now that the kids are a little older, now that everyone is potty trained and not on the boob anymore.  God I missed my boobs being mine, and now that they are again, of course they look like a dumpster fire after breastfeeding four kids.”  

“Well that’s one hell of a bra then.”

“Who are you telling? They would be dragging the floor otherwise.”

Taylor laughed.  

“Please don’t do that visual to our body.”

“It is our body right?”  

Riley and Taylor giggled.  

“You two should go away alone.  You two never get adult time… And I don’t mean just for that.  You two apparently get more than enough adult time for that.” 

“Tay, it’s just that we haven’t really been away from the kids.  Anywhere we go, we travel as a family.  I feel safer that way, so does Liam.”  

“Because of me right?”  

“Tay….”

“It is.  The last time you two tried to go on vacation was when I took Ellie, and you haven’t been apart from them a day since.  It’s my fault you two are afraid to be away from your children."

“Taylor, Liam and I have forgiven you for that, a long time ago.  We know that you’re not the same person you once were.”

“Prove it, you two take a trip, and it’s a trip you two desperately deserve. I promise the palace will be still standing when you get back.”

Taylor smiled at Riley.

“Please let me do this for the two of you. It’s been one thing after another, and you guys deserve a vacation. Let me and Max take care of the kids.”

“Tay… you do realize that would be your two barely crawling plus my four.  You two would be taking care of six children.”  

“And your kids are pretty self sufficient.  They can feed themselves.”  

“You’ll need some reinforcements, Tay. For real.  I’ll call Drake and Hana to help.”  

“I really think Max and I can handle it.”

“Tay…”  

“Riley, we got this.”

*^*^*^*^* Taylor and Maxwell *^*^*^*^*

“You volunteered us for WHAT?!?!?!?!?”

“Oh come on Max, they’re just kids.”

“Yeah, and we’ve been lucky to keep the two of ours alive so far.  We’re going to be outnumbered Softie. There’s going to be six of them and two of us. You have put them at an unfair advantage.”  

Taylor laughed.

“This is not a war Maxwell.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a war.”

A week later,  Riley and Liam were preparing to leave for their first vacation alone, since they had children.  

Riley kissed and hugged each child.

“Now you kids behave for Auntie Taylor and Uncle Maxwell.  I’m counting on you Miss Crown Princess for a report when I return. You know you’re first in command Ellie.”

Ellie stood up straight and squared her shoulders.  “I promise Daddy, we’ll all be good.”

Ellie gave a little salute.

Liam gave one back.

“As you were, my princess.”

Riley, still kneeling, smoothed down Liberty’s little curls.  Her little lip was already trembling.  

“Mommy loves you baby.”  She kissed her little cheeks.  

“Are you ready to leave My Love?”  

Riley stood up nodding.   Liam reached out her hand for hers.  

They started to walk towards the SUV.  

“Mama.”  

Liam felt Riley stop.  

“It’s okay My Love we can do this.”  

Riley’s eyes were quickly filling with tears.

Riley resumed her stride.

“Dada?”

The little inflection of a question in Liberty’s voice made Liam stop dead in his tracks. His grip tightening on Riley’s hand.  Liam took a deep shaky breath.

"Don't look back Liam, you know we won't leave if we do."

Bastien and Nico could see how the King and Queen were struggling to leave their children.

“Your Majesties, come this way.”  Bastien called out to them gently.

Both the King and Queen were in tears hearing their youngest burst into tears at the sight of them leaving, as they climbed into  the black SUV.

“It’s okay.  They’ll be fine Riley. They have reinforcements.”

“Taylor wouldn’t let me call Drake or Hana.”  

Liam hit a button on his phone. He put the phone on speaker.

“What’s your location?”  

“Already inside the palace.”  

“Olivia?”  

“And you fully understand the plan?”

“Let your tiny humans drive Taylor and Maxwell insane?”

“NO!!!!”

“I know the plan Liam! Not be seen and keep a watch on them, and only appear if they need help with the children. “

“Yes. Thank you Liv.”  

“I do this because we’re friends Riley.”  

“Liberty has a set of lungs on her, she hasn’t stopped crying since you two left.  I’m sure she’ll be fine.”  

“Thank you Liv.”  

“They’ll be fine, i’ll be watching. Enjoy your vacation already.”  

“Where are we headed? Since you wouldn’t disclose a location to me, I literally packed for everything including plagues and fire rain.”  

“For some fun in the sun on our own private beach.”

“Good thing I packed a bathing suit.”  

“You won’t be needing it.”  

Riley smacked Liam’s arm as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

*^*^*^*^*^* Meanwhile back at the Palace *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*

“C’mon Libby it’s okay.   Mommy and Daddy will be back.”  

Taylor picked her up, rocking her in her arms.  

“Shhhhhh… it’s okay Libby.   Auntie Taylor is here, so is Uncle Max.”

Libby’s cries subsided a little but not significantly.

“Can I try?”  Ellie asked.

Ellie crossed her eyes and made a funny face at Libby causing her to break out into a fit of giggles.  

“We’re evening out the odds.  Three on three, I like those odds better Taylor.  We might actually survive this. They will listen to one of their own.  Ellie is like our super agent spy.”

By the end of day one both Taylor and Maxwell were exhausted, tending to and chasing around six children.  At least their two were relatively easy to catch, as they were barely mobile.

“Why did I think the children being self-sufficient was going to be a good thing?  I’ve never been this tired in my life.”  

“Is this what we have to look forward to when they’re older?”  

"Seems like it."

^*^*^*^* Liam and Riley *^*^*^*

“My Love?”  

“Yes Dear?”  

“You don’t have to cut up my food for me.”  

Riley had absentmindedly cut up Liam’s chicken into very small child bite size pieces. She had also ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead.

“Oh!  I didn’t even realize.”

Liam smiled at her, running his fingers through his hair.  “We’ve been parents for so long, it’s been a long time since you and I have been truly alone.”  

“You know what I want to do after dinner?” Riley inquired.

Liam raised his eyebrow with an intrigued smirk.  

“I think I might have an idea of exactly what you want to do.”  

Liam and Riley went to sleep after dinner.  Both stretched out in the bed.  Both had covers, and no kids arms, legs, feet, or hair  in their face.

Every night was like that Liam and Riley got the most sleep they had, had in years…. Well after other adult activities. Liam had even turned off his alarm living in the moment with Riley.

*^*^* Baby Beaumont Bash *^*^*^*

Taylor was feeding the girls when she heard loud thumping music. Taylor could hear jingling. Taylor glanced up, seeing the chandelier above her head was thumping to the beat of the music. Thank goodness the twins were used to Maxwell's antics, and Lily and Violet were sleeping right through it. She put Violet back in the crib and walked down the hall. The closer she got to the east wing ballroom the music got louder.

Taylor pulled the doors open to the ballroom, smoke bubbled down the hall.

There were multi colored blinking lights, a disco ball spinning from the ceiling and a snack table full of candy, sweets and soda.

Maxwell had a DJ station set up  playing a song on an endless loop, bobbing his head to the music with his headphones on.

And Riley's kids hopped up on kiddie cocaine (aka sugar) dancing and flailing around in what Taylor could only think to describe as a kiddie rave.

"Is that….. a trap remix of baby shark?"

"Heck yeah it is."

And the kids were loving it.

Maxwell let the music keep playing and he had a bottle of champagne in one hand calling Ellie and Adam over to him. He had a sword in his right.

"Adam you hold the bottle."

"You are not giving them champagne Maxwell! They're children!"

"I'm shocked at you Softie. What kind of Uncle do you think I am? It's just sparkling apple cider. Okay Ellie, you get the sword because you're the oldest. And what you want to do is slice just like I'm showing you. Oh, and don't kill your brother, that would be bad."

"I don't think Daddy would let us do this Uncle Maxwell." Ellie said wearily.

"Heck no he wouldn't.  Well not with Maxwell teaching you. If anyone is going to teach the crown princess to slice anything while someone else is holding it, it's going to be me."

Olivia appeared walking out of the shadows of an alcove.

"Have you been here the whole week?"

"Of course! You know Liam and Riley. And these kids are never going to fall asleep, if we don't have them dance the sugar out."

"I've got just the thing.”

 Max cranked up the music.

*^*^*^*^* Liam and Riley *^*^*^*^*

"Liam I miss them."

"We'll be home to see them by noon tomorrow."

"Liam I know you miss them too, log into Crown Cam, so we can see them."

Riley sat next to Liam as he logged into Crown Cam.

As they went to each room they noticed none of the children were in their beds.

"It's past their bedtime."

"Did you really think Max and Taylor would get all kids to bed on time?"

"No but…."

They clicked on each room, until they got to the ballroom on the east wing.

Both gasped at the scene. Liam clicked the button enabling the cameras to pick up sound in the room.

Both looked at each other, seeing their kids wildly dancing and flailing about. Libby was excitedly jumping up and down with a glow stick while Olivia sang on stage.

"Is Olivia really singing and rapping to Let It Go?!?"

Olivia's Rap

Liam nodded, watching the scene for a few more moments before slowly closing his laptop.

"I'm sure there is a perfectly good explanation for all of this."

*^*^*^*^*^* kiddie rave *^*^*^*^*

Taylor danced with the kids while Max continued at his DJ station.

"Olivia can flow, can you believe it Max?!?"

"OLIVIA!!!!! LANGUAGE!!!!!!! THEY'RE CHILDREN!!!!" Maxwell screamed.

"Are you serious with me right now?!? Language?"

Olivia rolled her eyes in complete annoyance.

"Of all the things you've done, LANGUAGE is your hard stop? You gave the crown princess a SWORD to slice a bottle out of her younger brother's hands, and instructed her not to kill him. That's entirely okay, but CURSING is where you draw the line in the sand? Seriously Maxwell?"

Both Taylor and Olivia glared at Maxwell for a few moments in confusion.

"Liv keep going!!! We have to tire them out!!!"

Olivia resumed her rap battle….with herself.

Within an hour it looked like a crime scene in the ballroom. Children were passed out everywhere.  

Taylor picked up a sleeping Ellie, Olivia, grabbed Adam, and Maxwell carried Jaiden and Liberty upstairs to their beds.  

"They need baths, their faces and hands are dirty with crumbs and sweets."

"We'll give them baths in the morning, before Liam and Riley get back." Maxwell was confident they could get it done.

They didn't. They all slept in instead.

When Liam and Riley arrived back at the palace, they didn't know what to expect.

They saw their kids, all lined up wearing yesterday's clothes, dirty faces, and wild chaotic hair, looking like they had their own kiddie walks of shame.  But each child had a huge smile on their face.

Liam walked up to Ellie.

"Your report my Crown Princess?"

"Daddy! I sliced a bottle top off a bottle while Adam held it."

"And I didn't die!" Adam screamed confidently.

"We had fun!" Jaiden exclaimed.

"Daddy did you know Auntie Liv is a gangsta rapper?" Ellie's voice sounded like she was in complete awe.

"Yes My Princess, we saw."

Olivia turned pale, then she knowingly nodded. "I should have known you two would access Crown Cam."

Riley turned to Maxwell.

"So you threw a Beaumont Bash…. for our children?"  Riley asked.

"Of course, gotta train them up right!! Little Blossom!"

"Sure, they're a little dirty, but at least the palace is still standing, what else would you expect from the Substitute Queen?" Taylor commented with a smirk.

Happy birthday! I hope you enjoyed this!

Tagging the comments

[peaceisadirtyword]

Move On (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hi♥️ I don’t even know what is this, to be honest, I started writing it the other day and this came out. It’s not good, it doesn't even make sense, I think. It’s angsty, bad written and awful, but it’s the first thing I was able to write in nearly a month, and as I didn’t post anything these days, I decided to post it. I’ll probably regret it in the morning, so if I delete it don’t be surprised. Sorry. I also worked a bit on Don’t Play With Fire, but... Well, I'll continue with the drabbles tomorrow😅

Warnings: an attempt of angst, mentions of insecurities, my bad writing, I don’t even know what is this I'm sorry 

Words: 2425

gif belongs to @hvitserkk​ 

You sighed in boredom as you took a sip of your drink, looking around the nightclub as you held back another sigh. 

You knew you should have stayed home that night. Everyone seemed to be having so much fun, and you didn't want to ruin everything but you felt so alone...

Your eyes went back to the bar, where your boyfriend stood, leant on one of the stools as he spoke to the blonde girl that was, in some way, responsible for your bitterness. 

Ivar had been distant for weeks. He was having some rough therapy sessions, so you supposed that was the reason why he was acting so weird. He barely called you, and didn't answer your texts -this was normal, Ivar hated texting, but usually when you texted him he called you to talk-, you had stayed at his house a couple of nights, but he didn't even touch you. So different from the long nights full of sex, cuddles and making out sessions you had barely two months ago. 

Your didn't even remember when was the last time he kissed you. 

But now you kind of imagined why. 

Everything had changed when the blonde girl had moved to the apartment next to Ivar and Hvitserk. You remembered how she had came to their apartment as you were having breakfast; with her perfect smile and a soft voice, asking if they had sugar; she just moved the day before and didn't have time to go to the grocery store just yet. Her eyes had lingered on Ivar for too long, but you didn't really give that much importance; you were used to people staring at him. Even if he didn't realize it, Ivar was amazingly handsome; which was the main reason people stared at him, and not his legs. 

What worried you was the look Ivar gave her. He widened his eyes and cleared his throat before introducing himself. That day you had a huge fight; not because of that, but because he got annoyed at you when you proposed to go to the cinema just the two of you. 

Since then, Ivar had invited her everywhere, even in those nights out with his brothers you did every week; and even if you didn't want to be jealous, knowing Ivar could have as many friends as he wanted and he was probably trying to make her feel more comfortable as she just moved in and didn't know anyone. 

But whenever she was close... He changed too much. 

"Hey" Hvitserk sitting next to you interrupted your thoughts "Are you okay?" 

You sighed again but smiled at him and nodded. 

"Just a bit tired" you shrugged "I'm going home, I think" 

"Now?" Hvitserk frowned "It's too late, why don't you wait and come with us? You shouldn't walk alone at this hour" 

"Yeah but..." you looked at them again. Hvitserk followed your gaze and rolled his eyes at his brother "It's a bit boring, right?" 

"I don't like her either" he muttered "She seems... Too nice. But only with Ivar; she barely pays attention to anyone else"

"I mean, we don't know her, she might be the sweetest person in the world" you shook your head "It's Ivar who I'm worried about" 

Hvitserk frowned again. 

"Hey, don't worry about him, okay? Ivar would never do that" 

"Yeah..." you cleared your throat, looking away from them "I hope so" 

"He's not stupid enough to ruin a four year relationship for a girl he just met" he shrugged "Trust me" 

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You looked at your reflection on the mirror. Without your makeup, you felt even worse than before. Your eyes scanned your face, sighing. You had learnt not to compare yourself with other women, but sometimes -like this time- you couldn't help it. 

Ivar had barely talked to you since you left the club. Freydis had came with you, talking sweetly to Ivar and Hvitserk, and even you; but you only answered with 'yes' and 'no', because you knew that you'd be rude if you said something else, and were too tired to argue. 

She had said goodnight with a wide smile, and Ivar had smiled back at her; a smile that left his face as soon as the two of you were all alone in his bedroom. 

It was like he couldn't stand being near you. 

When you entered the bedroom again, he was already in bed, and barely looked at you, focused on his phone. You preferred not to ask who he was talking to. 

Kneeling on his bed, you looked at him biting your lip. You had the feeling he was angry at you, but you didn't remember doing anything to make him mad.

"Ivar" you said his name softly. His deep blue eyes fixed on you "Are you okay?" 

"Yes, why?" He nodded calmly. 

You blinked, confused. Maybe you were imagining everything. Maybe you were exaggerating and nothing had changed, it could be that. 

Right?

You crawled under the covers, dressed on one of Ivar's shirts. His bed was the most comfortable place you had ever slept on. It was warm and soft, but in that moment it felt like the coldest place on Earth. 

You moved closer to him, but Ivar didn't look at you. When you touched his arm softly, he tensed up, but his eyes were still glued to the screen. 

He didn't move, not until you tried to snuggle up next to him, when he sighed in annoyance and moved away. Then you immediately moved away, muttering an apology. 

Then you turned around, and let a couple of tears run down your cheeks before closing your eyes and forcing yourself to sleep. 

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When you woke up, you were alone in bed. Ivar's side was already cold, which meant he had gotten up much earlier than you. You took a deep breath before closing your eyes again and covering your face with the sheets. You absolutely hated fighting with Ivar, especially when he was angry and wouldn't tell you why. 

When you entered the kitchen, Hvitserk was already there, looking at his phone as he ate breakfast. He greeted you with a wink and a smile. 

"Morning" you muttered.

"Good morning, princess" he chuckled "Had a rough night?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes, making him laugh. 

"Where's Ivar?" 

"He went for a walk" he shrugged "He seemed angry, I didn't dare to ask because he was having breakfast and had a knife on his hand"

You rubbed your face tiredly. 

"I don't know what's wrong with him, he's acting so weird... Last night he barely looked at me, but when I asked if he was okay he said yes"

"He's difficult" Hvitserk shook his head "I'm sure it's nothing personal, he's like that with everyone" 

Yeah... But not with me. 

You stole one of his toasts, making him pout and glare at you, but let you eat it and even poured another cup of coffee for you. 

"I should get dressed and leave" you muttered, drinking the coffee quickly and grabbing another toast "I have things to do today"

"Want me to drive you home?" He asked with his mouth full.

"No, thanks, I prefer to walk a bit, to clear up my mind" 

He hummed, nodding his head. You felt his eyes on you as you left the kitchen and walked down the hall to Ivar's bedroom. 

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"And... This is my room" Ivar bit his lip nervously, letting you in. You entered with a wide smile on your lips, excited to see it for the first time. It was full of books, and the king sized bed was covered with a black duvet. Everything in that room screamed Ivar and you loved it. 

"It's really nice" you smiled at him "I like it" 

He blushed and closed the door behind him. 

"It's not much... Most of my stuff is at my parents' house" 

You looked at the bookshelf, reading the titles of the books and frowning every time you saw one in a foreign language. 

"Is this Icelandic?" 

He nodded. 

"Floki and Helga had a house in Iceland, I used to spend the summer holidays in there since I was six" he muttered "I learnt the language, it's the closest to Old Norse" 

"I didn't know you spoke Icelandic" you looked at him in awe "Impressive"

He blushed again. 

"I'd love to go to Iceland" you said, moving to look at the books he had on his desk, next to his laptop "It must be amazing" 

"It is" he nodded "You should come with me next summer, we could go for a couple of weeks" he whispered, almost like he was scared of you hearing it. 

You blushed too, but smiled and approached him again. 

"You haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend and you want us to plan our first holiday together" you giggled, and Ivar's eyes widened. He looked terrified. 

"I..." 

"I'm joking, Ivar" you laughed "Sorry, I could go as your friend too... So, what's your plan? It will rain all day" you pouted "But we can do something else, right?" 

His eyes fixed on you made you nervous.

"Yeah, we could... Do something in here..." He cleared his throat "Netflix?" 

You nodded, making him sigh in relief. 

He gestured towards his bed, and you sat on it as he grabbed his laptop before sitting next to you. 

It was there, laying on his bed and sharing a blanket with him, watching Netflix in silence, both too nervous to even look at each other when he cleared his throat. 

"Y/N" he muttered, making you look at him "I really want you to come to Iceland with me" 

You smiled at him, biting your lip to hide the excitement that made you tremble. 

"I'd love to go to Iceland with you" 

"As my girlfriend" he muttered. 

"As your girlfriend" you answered, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. Ivar hummed and kissed you back. The movie playing on his laptop already forgotten. 

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You entered his bedroom, missing that shy and sweet Ivar that blushed every time you looked at him. Four years later, you felt like everything had changed except for that bedroom. 

You laid on the bed again, unlocking your phone and answering some texts. Torvi had sent the photos all of you had taken together the night before. You scanned your face and frowned, biting your lip. Why suddenly you hated the way you looked? You thought you were already over that. 

You heard the main door closing, and some voices down the hall. Ivar was back, and you locked your phone and kneeled on the bed, ready to face him. His stupid behavior was hurting you more than you thought, and you needed him to stop. 

He looked almost surprised when he saw you. 

"Hi" you muttered.

"Hi" he answered with a sigh, approaching the bed to sit down, grunting softly and grabbing his leg. 

"Are you okay?" You saw him wince and bit your lip. 

"It's just the humidity" he shrugged "Apparently, it will be raining the whole day" 

You nodded, watching him carefully. 

"Ivar... I think we need to talk" you said softly "I don't know what have I done to make you be so angry at me, but I'm sorry, this is killing me I... Please, just talk to me so we can figure this out" 

He rubbed his eyes, nodding.

"You haven't done anything" he cleared his throat "I went for a walk because I needed to think" 

"To think about what?" Your voice trembled a bit. 

Ivar took a deep breath, clenching his jaw before turning to look at you. 

"I think I'm in love with someone else, Y/N" 

A part of you already knew it, even if you didn't want to believe it. But it broke your heart anyway; you felt some tears fall down your cheeks and stood silent. Ivar didn't look at you.

"Since when?" you managed  to whisper.

"I don't know, it just happened..." He finally looked at you "I'm really sorry, Y/N, she..."

"I know who is she" you interrupted him. If he said her name you would start sobbing "Have you... Done anything?" 

"No" he shook his head "We didn't do anything, I swear, I wouldn't do that" 

You nodded, even if knowing he hadn't cheated on you didn't really comfort you in any way. 

"So..." You sniffed "This means..."

"It's over, Y/N" he shrugged "I don't want to hurt you" 

"A bit late for that I think" your voice cracked.

"I'm sorry" he muttered again. 

You stood up, and got dressed as fast as you could, trying to control the tears and with your heart racing. You even felt dizzy. Ivar didn't move. He stood there, sitting with his eyes on the floor, biting his lip and fiddling with his crutch. 

You opened the door. Standing there for a moment looking at him, trying to find something to say. He looked at you again, and this time at least he looked hurt. 

After a couple of seconds, and feeling the tears filling your eyes again, you turned around, leaving the room and closing the door behind you. The sound drowned the small sob you let out. 

Hvitserk was standing on the living room, he frowned. 

"Hey, hey" he tried to hug you but you moved away "What happened, Y/N?" 

"I need to leave, I'm sorry" you muttered. He nodded.

"Okay, do you want me to take you home? It's raining, and it's cold"

You shook your head. 

"Thank you, Hvitty, for everything" you tried to smile, but it looked more like a pout. 

"You don't have to thank me" he smiled softly "Call if you need anything, okay?"

You nodded.

"Bye" you whispered before opening the door. 

Hvitserk was right, it was raining and the cold made you shiver even more as you walked down the street. You felt a strange pressure in your chest, and could barely breathe. Ivar's words replayed on your head again and again. You felt a mix between anger and sadness, your throat burned and the tears barely let you see where you were going. 

Still trembling, you took out your phone and unlocked it. The thought of locking yourself at home all alone scared you. 

You pressed the call icon and tried to control yourself, stopping and leaning onto a wall. 

"Hello?"

"Hi, Alfred" surprisingly, your voice sounded much better than you thought "Are you busy?" 

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Risotto x Fem!reader (Not SFW)

You’ve been teasing Risotto all day and he is sick of it.

We’re starting this blog with a BANG, bitch.

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WARNINGS: Spanking, Biting, Marking, Vibrator on Max, Choking, Teasing (like, a lot), Fingering, Vaginal Sex, nice soothing baths afterwards, cute and cuddle morning Risotto is best Risotto.

Word Count: 2425

Will leave you too sore to walk the next day.

He's 6'8, built like a brick shit house and has the goods to match. Probably 9 1/2 inches, 8 minimum and thicc (just under 2 inches in diameter). Well trimmed, but not groomed. 

Tease him. Go on. I dare you.

This man is the brat-taming king and he WILL tame you.

Risotto corners you in the bathroom when you're about to get in the shower, running his hands all over you, soft and gentle. He lures you into a false sense of security. You feel his lips on your neck turn to a smile. He looks up at you in the mirror one last time, then bites where your neck meets your shoulder as hard as he can.

His arms wrap around you. You're pinned. A high moan escapes your lips as he sucks red into your skin. He waits until he's sure this mark will last before moving to another. He's going to make sure you have a pretty purple collar after tonight.

You whine and moan, squeezing your thighs together to get some sort of friction, some sort of release as his lips and teeth assault your neck. When he notices, he bites down extra hard on your neck, then bends you over the vanity and smacks your ass hard enough for tears to touch the corners of your eyes.

Risotto spreads your legs open so they can't touch and wails his hand down on your cheek once again. He doesn't say it, but the strong hand in the middle of your back tells you not to move. You moan and whimper when you feel his finger float against your now slick folds, then pulls away, not giving you the satisfaction of his touch yet.

"You've been teasing me, (Y/N). You should know better. Haven’t I been kind to you?" He waits for a retort or an answer and slaps you behind when he doesn't get one. You moan and nod your head. "Use your words." He growls in your ear.

"You're right, I should know better."

"And have I been cruel to you?" He squeezes your ass as a threat to make sure you reply.

"No, you've been good, so good to me."

"Then why did you do it? Did you want to show off? Show my squad what they're missing? Did you think you’d get away with not letting me touch you all day? No one gets away with misbehaving; not while I'm here. Now, be a good girl and get on your knees" the last two sentences are whispered in your ear, low and threatening.

He's gonna fuck your throat, right? Right?

He doesn't, actually. He has a better idea, one that won't threaten to make him cum. He spreads your legs a little further and you can feel the cold bathroom floor seeping through you.

"Stay."

See, a few weeks ago, when you were scrolling through your phone, he managed to look over your shoulder. You were looking at vibrators and other stimulating things like that. And yes he did, in fact, see you put that one with the remote into your cart. He'd waited until it came the next week and then hid it in his drawer. When you'd ask if anything came, he'd say no then ask you what you had bought. You'd always said it was just some clothes. Just some clothes. You should know better than to lie to the leader of La Squadra, cara. Risotto always knows.

You hear him unbox something from the other room, unaware of what he has in store. He comes back with a chair and something in his other hand you couldn't quite see.

Risotto sits down, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. He motions for you to stand up. His eyes seem to swallow you as he stares, admiring your lovely form. Then, come here. You carefully walk towards him, wary of what he's hiding.

"Close your eyes." You go to ask what's about to happen, he stops you. "Close them." You can feel your knees shake as you wait for him to touch you. The sound of tape ripping then being placed on something fills your ears. "Safeword?"

"Red."

"Keep going?"

"Green."

"And slow down?"

"Blue." You two had almost picked yellow to match the theme, but it didn't seem to roll off the tongue.

"Good, you'll tell me when I go too far, right?" The concern in his voice sounded genuine.

"Of course," you reply with a smile.

"Let's get started." He tapes the small, yet powerful, vibrator to your clit then orders you to get on your knees again and you wonder where he got the tiny contraption.

He pushes your legs apart with his feet to get you where he wants you. He doesn't move them. As much as he would love to use something else to keep your legs open, spreaders are a little out of his price range and he's never had the time to make one, so he has to improvise.

Risotto curls his hand around your chin, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. He slowly moves it in your mouth, relishing the way you swallow it greedily. He pushes down onto your tongue, holding your mouth open. You whine at the loss of something to suck on.

He's about to press the first button when he thinks of something more sinister. He braces his legs and pushes the last one; the highest it can go. Your whole body jerks up and forward, pushing his thumb further into your mouth. His feet keep you as spread as possible. He watches in sick pleasure as you writhe and twitch. Your hands latch onto his legs for some kind of leverage and he stops the vibrator, chuckling as you moan.

"Too much?" You can't talk with his grip on your chin, so you just nod. He laughs again, low and deep. "Good. Hands off." You open your eyes to plead with him. "You tease me all day, not letting me lay a single finger on you, and now you want mercy? Tch. That won't do."

Risotto’s eyes go dark as he stares down at you. "Hands off." Regretfully, you obey. He pushes the button again and the process repeats. He stops when he needs an answer from you or when you're about to cum. Relishing in the way your moans get higher and louder. When he thinks you've had enough, he turns it down to the power setting, one you can barely feel, and speaks.

"Poor thing. Look at what a mess you've made and you haven't even cum yet. Tch. So desperate. Do you want it? Do you want me?" He lets go of your tongue and leans into your face. "Do you want my cock?"

You nod frantically, leaning forward to brush your lips against his. "Please." He's weak. You learn so quickly. He kisses your lips and removes the vibrator. He gets up and stows the chair in the corner, then takes off his clothes. You've always loved watching him get undressed. You love admiring all his toned muscles clench as you run your hands over them, or the way he relaxes into the bed. You love all his scars and bruises. You'd kiss every single one if he didn't tell you to stay. Or did he, you can't remember.

He comes back to you, completely naked now. He's fully erect. It looks painful. Maybe you should help him. You reach to run your tongue along him when he pulls away.

"Almost forgot something."

You sigh loudly, frustrated and he turns to you again. “Don’t be like that. Unless you want that thing on you again.”

“Now, why would you do that, when I’ve been so good?” He narrows his eyes, then walks towards you, grabs your neck and pulls you to your feet.

“Say that again,” Risotto squeezes his hand on your windpipe. He waits for an answer. “I didn’t think so. Now, turn around.” He lets go of you and watches you carefully turn around, then pins you to the vanity with your arms behind your back.

“I was going to grab the lube and stretch you out properly, but I don’t think you deserve that. I don’t think you deserve this,” he rubs his tip in between your folds. “Shame, you were doing so well, too.”

You were about to call him an asshole but held your tongue. You just wanted to cum so you could think straight and come up with an actual insult. He, of course, wouldn’t let you until he wanted to and even then, it was a toss-up.

The temptation to bend you over and fuck you until you couldn’t walk was great, but Risotto’s resolve was greater. He pulled his dick away, replacing it with his fingers. A long moan slipped through your lips as he rubbed up and down your slick.

He latches onto your tender neck again, covering up any skin that’s poking through the red, biting down whenever you move too much for his liking. His eyes flick up to the mirror to watch your reaction as he slips the first finger in, memorizing the way your eyes flutter back into your head and your mouth goes slack with something finally in you. God, if only you had been good. He would have done anything you asked, but you just had to open your mouth.

One finger grows to two, then three. Your neck is sufficiently red and purple now. He can’t take it anymore.

“Don’t move,” he lets go of your arms and lifts your hips up, aligns himself quickly, then finally gives you what you want.

You both groan when his tip slips through and again as he slowly inches himself in. And then again and again. God, he was heaven. Your toes barely touching the ground added to the thrill.

"Fuck, you ~aah~ feel so ~mmm~ good." Each word is emphasized with a deeper thrust into you. All you can do is mewl. He picks you up and then pins you to the ground, positioning your ass in the air while he hovers over you. "Is this what you wanted, puttana?" He picks up his pace, the tip of his cock hitting what you can only assume is your cervix. "You ~fuck~ wanted to be bent over and reminded where you belong? You wanted your cunt to be filled up with my cock? ~Ah~ troietta sporcacciona. Of course, you wanted to be filled up by your Capo." He slaps your ass, then gropes it.

It doesn't take long for you to come undone once he starts slapping your ass and degrading you. He drags it out by rubbing on your clit, making you twitch and scream.

"Cum already? We're not even done yet." He lifts you up onto his lap and forces you to bounce on his dick until he's close, then he pulls out, jerking himself until he cums on your thighs and floor. You whimper at the loss, wanting to feel your capo fill you to the brim with his release.

"Sorry, dolcezza. Did you want that? Did you want me to cum in your sweet little pussy?" You lean against him and nod your head frantically. He chuckles darkly into your ear. “Oh, mia amata, we're only getting started on your punishment. Now, can you walk or do I need to carry you?"

The next morning:

Risotto wakes up with a strange weight on his chest and a light snoring in his ear. You must have passed out on him and then him not long after. Poor thing, you must be exhausted.

He rubs your back gently, smiling when you sigh and curl into his neck more.

You finally wake up a few minutes later, immediately feeling the consequences of everything you did last night. He laughs when you groan, rolling onto your side delicately and then follow suit, rolling so he faced you.

“Buongiorno, mia bellissima,” he brushes your hair back, admiring the marks on your neck. “You look good with all of these, maybe I should get you a real collar.” You roll your eyes and groan. “Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”

He ignores your groans and gently lifts you out of the bed and into the bathroom, setting you on your feet near the shower. Risotto makes sure you’re able to stand before going to turn the tap on.

When he comes back, he holds you close, freckling your face with kisses as the two of you wait for the bath to fill up. He asks if you need water, or if you wanted bubbles in the bath.

You reach to touch his face when your shoulders and biceps scream. You wince and put your arm down. He smiles and kisses your forehead. Then your temple. Then your cheek, lips, neck (of course being gentle against the deep purple marks he left) until he's kneeling, head resting against your stomach. Your heart flutters a bit and you run your hand through his tangled hair.

Risotto sighs, leaning into your touch and rubbing circles on your hips. he could stay like this forever; stay with you forever.

He looks up at you, smiling, then gets on his feet again, pressing more kisses into your cheeks and forehead. Yeah, he could get used to this.

Afterwards, he lifts you up and into the bath carefully. He massages out any soreness you have, gets you water and anything else you ask for. Uses a soothing cream on your ass as well as anywhere else he thinks he may have gone overboard.

He cuddles you for the entire day and the day after that if his schedule permits it, if not, he tells you to stay home, rest, get your energy back.

Risotto will tell the rest of La Squadra that you had a rough uh... mission, yeah. Yeah, a rough mission and that you’ll probably need some help with getting food and such to which they all agree because these walls are NOT soundproof and they feel bad.

As much as he would love for the rest of La Squadra to see how much you belong to him (ie. the bruise collar on your neck) he knows that he’d never hear the end of it from Melone and Formaggio, so he tells you to wear a turtle neck or scarf if you’re planning on moving from the bed.

Translations:

puttana = slut

troietta sporcacciona = my little slut

Oh, mia amata = Oh, my love

dolcezza = sweetheart

Buongiorno, mia bellissima = Good morning, my beautiful. 

All translations are from here, sorry if it’s a little off. Obviously, I do not speak Italian despite how much I thirst for Italian men.

[chokememrstark]

The Soulmate Sam Never Asked For // Part 4

Ship: Samifer (Sam Winchester / Lucifer)

Words: 2425 (Chapter 4 / 12)

Fic Summary: When Lucifer suddenly fails to come to class, Sam begins to feel absolutely awful. Things get so bad that he seeks the help of a school counselor, only to find out Lucifer had dropped out for an undefined period of time. He gets a hint, however, that it's because of family issues, and in a desperate attempt to stop himself from feeling like he's falling apart, Sam tries to find Lucifer. When he does, however, he finds out much more than he expected.

college!AU, human!AU, soulmates!AU, dysfunctional families, abusive parents, dramatic romance, or romantic drama, your choice, big brother!Lucifer, soulmates hating each other, referenced alcoholism, death and abuse, some violence, and lots of feels, fluff and cuteness, some drama but not too much, lots of bickering, and two damn stubborn soulmates (!!)

Note: My lovely beta reader @brieflymaximumprincess called this a rom-com and even though I don’t believe it is, in my eyes, it does have certain elements of it. This is not the angst you know from me, not at all.

Yes, there is some drama, but there is also a lot of sweet and cute moments, much more than the dramatic ones. I guess you could say I accidentally wrote cute fluff? Because it was not intended, but here we are.

This fic is already completed and will be posted by the regular schedule from now on: Thuesday, Thursday and Saturday! So, enjoy ♥

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 If Sam thought things between Lucifer and him couldn’t get more awkward than before, the following days proved him dead wrong. After their encounter in the toilets even the platonic greetings and farewells stopped, and Lucifer refused to even look at Sam directly or acknowledge his presence at all. Despite wanting to be glad about that - after all it meant he wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore - Sam felt really shitty when he was suddenly faced with this kind of rejection.

 Rejection was a weird word for someone he didn’t even like ignoring him, but it felt exactly like that. Not that he was the kind of person to need constant attention or validation, but it was pretty obvious that Lucifer was giving him the cold shoulder, even when Sam tried to keep up his greetings at first. He quickly stopped his attempts, however, because the cold silence he got in return made him feel like an utter fool. After two days he just sat down quietly and tried to ignore the other next to him.

 Sam might have gotten used to this change of events after a while if it wasn’t for Lucifer suddenly failing to come to class after another week. Sam was confused at first, but as the days passed he began to worry. His anxiety had come back by now, accompanied by an awful nausea, which only worsened his well-being and made it much harder to stay on track. It got so bad that he had to leave one of his lectures early and finally decided to do something about it.

 Since he didn’t know much about Lucifer, other than that he had three brothers and a shitty father, Sam had no idea where to look for him. He decided to go to one of the school’s counselors in the end, it was worth a shot at least as he couldn’t just walk through town and knock on every door by himself. Luckily he was the only one waiting at the moment, as classes were still ongoing, so he didn’t have to sit there for too long. The counselor was a woman named Ellen, who signalled for Sam to sit right away.

 “I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Sam immediately apologized and shifted in his seat. “But I wondered if you could help me with a co-student of mine. He hasn’t been to class in a while and I’m worried.”

 “Of course you’re not disturbing me,” Ellen said with a smile and looked over her papers quickly. “You’re Sam, right? Sam… Winchester?”

 “That’s me, yes,” Sam nodded awkwardly.

 “Well, we don’t usually give out personal information about our students, but maybe I can still help you.”

 “I thought you’d say that, but it’s really important. I know he dropped out for two years already and I worry he might be away for longer again.”

 “Oh!” Ellen’s face showed a slight hint of concern and understanding for a moment, but she collected herself again quickly and sighed. “It’s about Lucifer, am I right?”

 “Yeah?”

 “Yes, Lucifer was actually here last week to talk about this.”

 “And?” Sam didn’t know why this woman couldn't just tell him what was going on, was it that difficult? “What did he say?”

 “Wait a second,” Ellen said and pulled a sheet of paper out from a different pile on her desk. “Ah yes, here. There are some family issues that forced him to take a break, but he will be back soon.”

 “How soon is ‘soon’?” Sam asked confused. “A week? Two? A month?”

 “No time frame, just the note that a family member is hospitalized and needs his support. I’m sorry,” she put the paper back down, looking into Sam’s shocked and pale face. “I wish I could tell you more, but that’s all the information I have.”

 “Alright… thanks…” Sam felt numb when he stood up and walked out of the room.

 Now he felt even worse for his selfish way of thinking. Lucifer had to deal with more than just some anxiety and he sat there, demanding to know when he would come back and being a selfish prick about it. As if Lucifer owed him anything. Instead of going back to class - Sam knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate anyways - he decided to retreat to his room and lay down for a bit. There was no way he could sleep, but he didn’t know what else to do with himself.

 While laying there with his eyes open and staring at the ceiling, Sam began to wonder if he should do anything about the current situation. Of course he couldn’t bring Lucifer back, that was ridiculous and he was needed right now, but maybe he could do something else? Ellen had said something about a hospital, maybe it wasn’t far away and if Lucifer had to take care of a family member, probably his brother, he might be there most of the time. It was a wild thought, considering their relationship - or the lack of it - but it stuck with Sam. He didn’t want to anger Lucifer by just showing up, but now that he knew it was kind of the next logical thought.

 Sam sat up and glanced over to the clock. It was two in the afternoon, so if Lucifer was there he might still catch him. And if not? Well, then he would just get back here and wait for the other to return.

 He grabbed his backpack and phone, calling a taxi while he walked out of his dorm already. It only took a few minutes to arrive luckily and Sam asked the driver to take him to the Universal Medical Center. He figured that this was his best bet. When they drove past a flower shop on their way, Sam instructed the driver to turn around and wait for him while he got inside. If he would find Lucifer he didn’t want to come empty handed, that was rude, so he got a small bouquet of roses and carnations in bright colors and hopped back into the waiting taxi. Maybe he would embarrass himself, but if he did he would just give the flowers to someone else or the nurses and leave again.

 After finally arriving and paying the taxi driver, Sam hesitated a little. Wouldn’t it look very crazy if he just showed up with flowers randomly, without even knowing what had happened or if Lucifer wanted him to? Now that he thought of it, he wasn’t even supposed to know about the reason Lucifer was gone and it made him feel like a stalker when he looked down at the flowers in his hands.

 “If he’s here he’ll understand,” Sam sighed eventually, wishing he could believe his own words. “Or he’ll throw me out and tell me to fuck off.” That was a possibility too, he had to admit that. Eventually, Sam just forced his feet to walk inside, even though he was still nervous as hell. He had made it all the way out here after all, just leaving again without even trying seemed like a pretty cowardly way out.

 “Excuse me?” Sam said quietly when he stood in front of the information desk. The young woman behind the glass turned around and smiled at him.

 “Hello, sir!” she said overly friendly. Sam assumed she was instructed to act like this. “How may I help you?”

 “Well, I’m looking for a patient and wonder if he’s here. I don’t know his name though, I just know it’s a boy, either six or ten?”

 The woman gave him a very weird look, but apparently something made her refrain from telling him goodbye because she actually pulled up the keyboard of her computer.

 “Are you a family member?” she asked, even though it was pretty obvious that he wasn’t. “Do you have any additional information maybe?”

 “I think his brother is visiting him regularly, his name is Lucifer Milton?” Sam asked hopefully with the most friendly smile he had to offer. “He’s a classmate of mine and is missing for a few days, I’ve been told his brother is hospitalized and wanted to pay them a visit.”

 “Well, we have someone that fits your description here,” the woman said and squinted at her screen. “But visitors are strictly limited, I’m afraid. Only family members may visit this patient.”

 Sam’s hope was reduced to a hot stone in his stomach.

 “Is there nothing you can do?” he asked sadly.

 “This is really important for you, isn’t it?” the woman asked and Sam nodded quietly. “Okay, give me a moment.”

 Sam clutched the flowers tighter when she took the phone and waited impatiently.

 “Hello?” she said, listening for a minute before continuing. “Yes, I have a visitor here for you. What? No, no he didn’t tell me his name, he just-”

 “Sam!” Sam quickly said, loud enough for her to hear him. She nodded and continued.

 “Yes, he just said his name is Sam and he… yes, of course. I’ll tell him, thank you.” She hung up and turned back to the waiting boy.

 “Your friend will come over in a bit,” she said, smiling brightly. “You can sit down in the waiting area.”

 “Thank you,” Sam sighed relieved. “That means a lot to me.”

 He walked over to the seats in a corner, but even when he sat down he still felt very awkward and as if he was in the wrong place. So, Lucifer was really here. That was something. And if he came here now and was furious and angry that he just showed up and kept him away from his brother? Sam felt a cold shiver run down his spine at this thought and quickly shook his head in denial. No, Lucifer might not be happy, but he wouldn’t make a scene in here, no way. At least he hoped so.

 A few minutes passed and Sam kept looking over to the elevators, but Lucifer came from a different direction eventually and he didn’t look happy at all when he walked up to him. He was about to say something, probably nothing nice or friendly, when Sam jumped up and stopped him.

 “Before you get mad, I’m sorry,” he quickly said and held out the flowers for him to take. “The counselor told me why you were gone and I wanted to see how you’re doing, nothing more.”

 “How do you even know where I am?” Lucifer asked and raised his brow at Sam before inspecting the flowers in his hands. “I didn’t tell anyone.”

 “She said someone from your family was in a hospital and I just guessed,” Sam answered a bit ashamed and scratched his ear. “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay, that’s all. And, well, give you my best wishes, I guess.”

 Lucifer huffed, but didn’t reply. He nodded at Sam, signaling him to follow and again at the woman behind the info counter to let her know it was okay that he did so. Sam didn’t dare to speak, too intimidated and confused, so he just walked a few feet behind Lucifer through the corridors. When the blond finally stopped in front of a door he turned around with the handle between his fingers.

 “You’ll keep this to yourself, understood?” the blond asked serious and Sam nodded with a stern face.

 “Understood.”

 Lucifer opened the door and Sam followed him into the room. He heard the sounds of machines before seeing much, but where he expected a lot of tubes and wires, he just saw a young boy laying in a bed all by himself. If he wouldn’t know better, Sam would have never guessed this was Lucifer’s brother. The boy was not only dark skinned and had short, black hair, unlike his fair skinned, blond and blue-eyed big brother, but all of his features were completely different too. He had his eyes closed, but when Lucifer shut the door behind them they fluttered open and a smile appeared on his face.

 “Luci?” he asked with a weak voice. His big brother immediately sat back down next to the bed and took one of his hands, in which Sam saw a needle and tubes sticking out.

 “I’m here, don’t worry,” Lucifer said calmly and brushed his brother’s hand gently. “Raphael, this is Sam, a friend of mine.” There it was again, the word ‘friend’. It made Sam feel very conflicted. “He heard you’re feeling sick and wanted to visit you.”

 “That’s so nice of you,” the boy smiled and looked at Sam. The smile the older one returned was very difficult because he could see that the boy was very, very sick.

 “Hey Raphael,” Sam said overly friendly and walked over to Lucifer. “Does your big brother take good care of you?”

 “Always,” Raphael smiled proudly. “Luci always takes care of me.”

 “That’s very sweet of him.” Sam kind of liked the little one and he felt very sad to see him so sick. “I brought you some flowers to cheer you up, do you like flowers?”

 “Yes!” the boy said excited and his smile grew brighter. “They look so pretty! Luci can we put them on the table, please?”

 “Of course, Raph,” Lucifer answered. He got up and walked over to a sink in the corner where he got some water and a vase for the flowers. Sam followed him with his eyes and only now realized that there was someone else in the room too. Hidden almost completely under pillows and blankets, slept an even younger boy.

 “There you go!” Lucifer pulled Sam out of his staring suddenly and he turned back around. “Do they look good here?”

 “Perfect!” Raphael decided and couldn’t take his eyes off the colorful flowers anymore.

 “Raph, I’ll go get something to eat for us, okay? Do you want something special?” Lucifer asked, earning a giggle from his little brother.

 “Pudding! And ice cream!”

 “Of course,” Lucifer chuckled. “I’ll see if I can bribe the nurses. If Gabe wakes up tell him I’ll be back in a few minutes, will you?”

 “Of course, Luci,” Raphael groaned and rolled his eyes. Lucifer nodded, grabbed Sam’s hand and literally pulled the other out of the room again. Sam didn’t know what to make of Lucifer’s behavior, especially when he had acted so differently before, but he followed him without asking any questions - not that he would have had any say in the matter, Lucifer’s grip was tight and the pulling very determined.

[superfluffysupernatural]

How Could You

Part 7: In and Out

Word Count: 2425

Warnings: mild angst, fluff, smut

Summary:  You struggle to manage your feelings for Sam while being respectful of Dean's feelings for you, although his are far more complicated feelings.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post a new chapter! Hope you like it!!

~Rae

If you didn't talk to Dean now, you probably never would. You were too frustrated, too confused. You left your room and went to Dean’s, knocking on his door. He almost immediately answered, opening the door and inviting you in. “I’m sorry for what I said about you,” you told Dean. “But I'm not going to accept your apology for what happened back in the dungeon.” “I can respect that.” Dean nodded. Silence. For a good few minutes. “I meant what I said,” he finally added. “When? About what?” You never knew what he meant anymore. “Back there. About how I thought I was in love with you three years ago.” You snickered. “You were never in love with me. You let me stay with you for two weeks, we went on a hunt, that was it,” you told him. “Not to me. It meant more to me than it did to you. Before you even went to that bar.” “How? Dean, it was two weeks,” you argued. “Yeah, and in those two weeks I took care of you. And I didn't feel so alone, for once in my life. Especially after I had lost my brother,” he retorted. “So just because you took care of me for two weeks made you fall in love with me?” you asked. “No, [Y/N], that's not the point. When I took care of you, I got to see the person you really were. The person outside of hunting. The person you'd be if none of this crap existed. And seeing that made me want to get out. I thought I was in love with you because I was in love with the idea of a normal world.” “Yeah, well, we don't live in a normal world. And we can't get out of this life,” you muttered. “I know that.” “Dean, you're not in love with me,” you said sternly. He didn't say anything. “Dean.” “I don't know how I feel about you, okay? I don't even know if I'm capable of love, honestly. Not that kind, at least. But there is something about you,” he said. “No there's not, Dean. So just get it out of your head. You're not in love with me, okay?” You had to convince him of at least that. Otherwise you wouldn't be able to set any boundaries. “[Y/N]-” “No. Just stop. We are nothing but colleagues. Friends, at the very most. Got it?” You didn't know if you should even mention Sam. Would knowing make him angrier? You were met with more silence again. “Dean!” you tried to grab his attention by raising your voice. “Friends. No benefits, no sappy emotions. Just friends. I need you to understand that.” “I understand the concept, I just don't understand why,” he said. Now you were silent. You could've made any excuse you wanted. Instead what came out of your mouth was the truth. “I think I like Sam.” His face was more confused than anything. “You like Sam? What does that even mean?” You could tell he was playing dumb more to protect himself. “Romantically,” you said. “As in I'm interested in potentially being in a relationship with him.” Now there was anger. “If he’ll have you,” Dean spat, as if it were implausible. “Actually, Dean, he's interested in me too. Sorry that's hard for you to believe,” you snapped back. “What, so you're gonna fuck me then fuck my brother, is that your angle?” Okay, now he was too angry. So angry he was saying things he didn't mean. “Dean, that's not what it's about. The night we spent together was a mistake that never should've been made and you know that.” “No, how do I know that?” Dean questioned. “Because I was drunk!” you yelled. “We were drunk! Neither of us could give consent, Dean! And you think that's okay?! You think that's a good way to start a relationship?! Because I don't. So get over it and stay out of my business.” You stormed out, leaving Dean to think about what you had just said. Now you just had to decide how much time to give Sam. How much time to give yourself. Was it a good idea to just walk right on into his room and act like nothing happened? Would he even let you? Even so, you didn't want to make the mistake of moving too quickly. You didn't want him to feel like Dean, and you didn't want you to feel like he was Dean. ~~~ You were at the bunker waiting for the boys. They wouldn't let you come with them while Dean redid the first trial, and you agreed that it was probably for the best. Not because they were worried anything bad would happen to you, but because it was personal for them, and you respected that. And even after three months, things were still awkward with all three of you in the same place at the same time- so you stayed behind. For the best. But as soon as they walked through that door, Dean looked exhausted. You tried not to worry, that is, until Dean stumbled and fell down the stairs. “Dean!” you shouted, flying out of your chair in the library and running over to the bottom of the stairs. Sam panicked almost as fast as you did, but was careful not to fall himself. “I'm fine,” Dean grunted through his teeth. “No you're not!” you yelled at him. “Don't even try that shit with me,” you muttered as you and Sam lifted him up and carried him to his room. “I take it it worked?” you asked as you helped lay Dean down in bed. “Yeah, it worked,” Sam said. “Guys, I'm fine. Just get out and let me go to sleep,” Dean told you. “You're not fine,” you and Sam said sternly at the same time. “Then let me get some rest. It's not like the two of you aren't gonna talk about me anyway,” Dean argued. “Fine,” Sam replied, and walked out the door. “Dean, what happened?” you asked. “Why is Sam so mad at you?” “Because I won't stop doing the trials, what do you think?” Dean sassed. “Stop acting like you care and run to your new boyfriend.” “Why don't you stop acting like a child because I'm not involved with him?” you retorted. “We're not five. Even if I was in a relationship with him you'd need to get the fuck over it because I honestly don't understand why you're upset anymore. You don't like me like that.” “It's not all about you. Just leave,” Dean said, kicking you out this time. You met Sam back in the kitchen. “He hates me,” you said, sitting at the breakfast table with him. “You're not the only one. It's just the way the trials are making him. Especially since this is the second round,” Sam replied. “Are you sure it's not my fault?” After a short pause you said, “I know it's not all about me, I just… I can't help but feel some kind of resentment from him towards me.” Sam sighed and placed his hands on the table in front of you, and you instinctively reached to hold them. “It's not you. I promise.” He looked into your eyes. “If it were, he'd confront me about it. Trust me.” “Wait… how do you know I told him I liked you?” you asked hesitantly. “Because he told me to stop wasting my time beating around the bush with you just because you guys had drunk sex three years ago. He said you’re an amazing woman and he'd be glad to see us together.” “You're bullshitting me,” you said, and Sam smiled. “He didn't say that.” “You can ask him yourself if you don't believe me. Or maybe you don't believe me because I left out the part where he told me to hit that.” Sam winked. You couldn't help yourself from laughing at that, pulling your hands away gently. “Did he really?” you asked once your giggles had subsided. Sam nodded and stood up, walking around to your side of the table. “Sam…” you started before you realized you didn't know what you wanted to say. “Come on. I want to take you out. Dean’s asleep anyways.” He held out his hand to help you up. “Where are we going?” you asked. “Somewhere we don’t have to talk about Dean,” Sam told you. “I know it sounds horrible, but I’ve worried about him enough today. Anything else at this point is unproductive.” Once you got up, Sam took you out to the garage, where he had caught you daydreaming about the oldies cars. “You're not gonna make fun of me, are you?” you asked suspiciously. Sam chuckled. “No. No, Dean and I made our own little drive-in. Come on, I'll show you.” Sam went to turn on a projector and the two of you sat in the Impala. “No offense, but the Impala’s not as nice as some of these other beauts,” you said. Sam wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him as the movie began. “So what are we watching?” you asked. “Shh. You’ll see,” Sam playfully whispered. “Saaaam,” you whined, turning to face him. After a few seconds he turned to look back at you, and you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, placing your hand on his chest. What started as a soft kiss quickly became a makeout session, and you had no clue what movie was playing because you weren’t paying a lick of attention. After allowing Sam to introduce tongue, you reached up and threaded your fingers through Sam’s hair. He, in turn, wrapped his free arm around your waist and squeezed your hip, eliciting a moan from you. “You tryin’ to get me into bed?” you murmured through the kiss. “Not if you don’t want to,” he murmured back, kissing down your neck. “I just don’t want to move to fast,” you whispered. He pulled back. “[Y/N], it’s been over three months, I think we’re allowed to start an official relationship.” “I know… I know, I’m just… worried about making the same mistake twice,” you admitted. Sam cupped your face in his hand. “Are you really still comparing me to Dean?” He didn’t sound angry, more concerned than anything. “I didn’t mean it that way. I know that you’re nothing like him. I know you and I met under different, although similar circumstances. I also know that we didn’t have drunk sex that first night we hung out at the bar together. And we’ve hung out almost every day, whether it’s hunting or something a little more enjoyable. I know it’s been over three months Sam, and that we’re allowed to start our relationship. I just… I worry. I worry it might not be real, or that it’ll all get ruined…” “You think Lido’s still in your head,” Sam concludes for you. “Not quite. I just have a bad feeling about everything that went down. It was too easy.” “Hey, let’s not worry about that,” Sam tells you, kissing your forehead. “If something comes back up, I’ll be with you to the end. I’m not letting you go that easy. Not like Dean did three years ago.” You smiled, a tear falling from the corner of your eye. “Okay,” you whispered before kissing Sam again. Once you had fooled around long enough that it was clear you wanted to have sex, and after pondering just doing it in Baby, the two of you made your way to Sam’s bedroom. As soon as the door was shut, you yanked Sam’s shirt off, finally getting to see his torso in its unbloodied, uninjured glory. After that you were quick to undress each other on the way to the bed. “Wait, I wanna take my time with you,” Sam said breathlessly once he was on top of you. He kissed down your neck, your collarbone, sternum, abdomen. “Wanna make love to you,” he whispered before dipping his head between your thighs and lapping at your pussy. “Oh, Sam,” you moaned, reaching up to hold onto the headboard, your other hand tangled in his hair. He ate you out slowly, drawing it out and teasing you as long as he could. The buildup became almost too much, and you felt like you were about to explode. “Sam, baby, get up here and make love to me,” you whined, pulling his hair. He smiled devilishly and crawled back up the bed, lining himself up with you. “But I didn't even get to make you come with my mouth,” he teased as you kissed him roughly. “You can do that later, right now I just want to feel you inside of me,” you said through the kiss. You almost immediately felt him pressing against your entrance, silently asking for permission even though you had already given it to him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him inside of you, gasping at the sensation. Sam let out a grunt before slowly moving in and out of you. “You tryin’ to take control baby?” Sam asked as you thrust your hips up to meet his. “When I'm not drunk I like to be an active participant in the bedroom,” you said seductively, rolling the two of you over so that you were on top. Sam smiled and squeezed your hips, holding onto you as you rode him. “I like it.” You leaned down and bit Sam’s lip, slowly increasing the pace of your thrusts. He wrapped his arms around you and held you against him. “Lemme do the work now baby,” he murmured. His embrace made it hard for you to keep doing what you had been doing, so you just let yourself relax against him as he brought himself in and out of you over and over, as deep as he could. “Oh, Sam, I'm gonna…” you felt your orgasm build up inside you for what felt like forever. He pulled himself almost all the way out just to slam back into you one last time, enough to pull your orgasm out of you. He worked you through it, and once you came down from your high it was only a couple more thrusts until he came inside of you. Sam pulled out and relaxed on top of you, chuckling. “What?” you asked. “Hope you're on birth control.” You shook your head.

[hamilsquadsrighthandman-blog]

Games or Sex?

Request: Poly Hamilsquad x Reader Smut! PS please

IT HAS BEEN DONE @onelastfic

Word count: 2425 (I let myself go okay? Hush)

TW: KINKYKINKYKINKYKINKYKINKYKINKYSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT

Hamilton, Mulligan, Lafeyette and Laurens had been playing video games non-stop for the past 72 hours. You had tried everything in your will power to not pull the plug, because it was the final boss battle in Zelda, and you knew how hard it was to beat. Yet sitting there for 72 hours straight, (each having 1 go each once the other died) not sleeping but having small portions of food and water worried you. Cus the only time you saw them like this was when Alex was working his ass off and everyone was too worried about him to eat. After the 1st day you got lonely in bed by yourself, not surrounded by the men you loved. By the 2nd day you were practically depressed. 3rd day in, no attention. It made you needy. So here you are...4th day and your ass was pulled into some skin tight jeans and a cleavage showing shirt. You tried everything else but nothing seemed to work, this was the one stratergy you hadnt tried. Jealousy. James and Jefferson agreed to help you out, only because they were the only people who actually pissed off your group enough to get their attentions away from anything. "So thats it hu?-" Alex took a quick glance at the doorway to see you, Jefferson and Madison laughing and talking casually. The man grew curious but was pulled back into the game when Laurens died and let out a loud groan. Your laugh sounded again but it was more... Erotic? Mulligan looked over now, seeing you with the two men and Jeffersons arm slowly sliding around your waist. "Why dont you come in? The boys are too busy playing Zelda to notice you're both here," You said, loud enough so they heard, yet no one seemed to be in any interest of that. You internally groaned and led the two men to the kitchen, where you almost lost your shit. "Wow, this is fucking low" James started, "Even for Hamilton," Jefferson finished, Linking his hands with James. The sigh that left your lips was filled with sadness as tears began to cloud your vision. James pulled you into a hug as you silently sobbed into their chests, resting your head between their arms.  "I've tried everything... and not even this is working," Eventually defeat overcame you, and you just pulled yourself up onto the island counter and dragging your knees to your forehead. Jefferson quickly made a glass of water while Madison soothingly rubbed your back. Alex yelling a string of curse words sounded from the living room, and it made you feel even more shit. Not only are your lovers ignoring you for a game, but they chose the game over you when you need it the most. "How bout this," Madison started, putting an arm around your shoulders, letting you sip your water. You look up, mascara slightly running down your once pink cheeks. "We go out for the day, ignore the boys," He smiled warmly and put down your cup, allowing you to slip off the counter and onto the tilled floor. Ignore the boys? For how long? "Only for like a few days, like they have done to you," Thomas basically read your mind. "Now go get changed into some decent clothes and we can go," Jefferson flicked your boob slightly, making you giggle and shy away. "I'm going!" You laughed and began to run upstairs, that is when your eyes caught sight of the boys you love. They were there, concentrated on the game instead of loving you. Instead of arguing with the gay couple in the kitchen. Gay? Oh i meant 'Super Bisexual'.

Once you had changed into a nice, comfy (F/C) Hoodie and some blue jeggings, you got your purse and yelled a goodbye to the boys and left. Walking out into the middle of the street with James and Jefferson was weird but you liked it. Slipping in one earphone, you chose the song 'Birds' By Thomas Sander and Dodie Clark. Madison nudged you and nodded, humming the tune slightly. You smile and carry on walking towards the coffee shop.

~~~~SUPER BISEXUAL TIME SKIP A FEW DAYS~~~~

It had been more days than you can count, without the boys even speaking to you. Yet you refused to break, staying as silent as a rock. One day though... that fateful day they finally beat the game and, lone and behold, they immediately rushed to your guys room, yet saw no traces of you. "Where is she?" Herc rubs the back of his head but stops when he hears the front door open and three voices, all familiar. "You are the worst, Burr!" You laugh, hands on hips strutting towards the kitchen and laughing. Yet you stopped, staring at the controllers left on the unit. "T-They finally turned off the game for once?" You ask, eyes filling with tears. "And they.... where are they?" You ask, searching around. "Upstairs maybe?" Theodosia suggested and laughed, cooing Burr gently. "I'll leave them be... They're all probably tired by now," The boys wanted to rush down and embrace you so much but their bodies refused to. They knew you were right and immediately after you said that, the group walked into their bedroom and stripped, crashing down onto the bed.

While you, Burr and Theodosia chatted the subject of love came up. "So (Your Name)..." You looked up from your glass of wine at the woman and gave a loving smile; grabbing a biscuit off of the side. Nodding slightly you took a bite from the biscuit, wiping the crumbs off from the corners of your mouth before turning your attention back to Theodosia. "Yes, my dear Theodosia?" You answered, sipping your wine and tapping it with the ends of your nails. "How have the boys been treating you?" That made you almost choke on your drink. You put the glass down and coughed, biting your lip "Fine," you smile sweetly, trying to not be bitter about any of the gaming incident. Theo and Burr look at each other before shrugging "We should head off now," She smiled and stood up, "We should... Have a good evening (Your name)," Burr nodded and got up as well, grabbing their things. You showed them out and waved at them, closing the door. You had to keep all your will power to not sob there and then. Alex, John, Laf and Herc had stopped playing the game, yet didn't bother to let you know. Maybe you were over thinking this? Maybe... You just sighed and shrugged, walking upstairs slowly. "Jesus..." The girl pulled off her shirt, stretching and walking into the bedroom yet stopped as soon as she walked through the doorway. There, passed out on the bed, were your boyfriends. You chuckled and scoffed, looking over them with a smirk. It seemed they had been waiting but fell asleep, due to their boners poking through their jeans. An idea popped into your head and you smirked more, walking over to the bed and getting on it, sitting at the edge. "Boys?" You ask and watched at they- one by one- wake up, staring at you in all your mischief. "Hey," John said groggily with a smile but then his smile fell as he saw you. All the boys saw you and their faces dropped. While you had stripped, you remembered you wore you lingerie today, just to piss the boys off. It actually came in handy. "Like whatcha see?" You raised an eyebrow and smirked, watching Alex shoot up and try to pull you closer, yet you just grabbed his wrists and pushed him away "No touching," you chuckled "Punishment for leaving me-" Herc whined and sat up fully, pulling off his shirt as he was the most eager. "Eager, aint we?" You crawled over to Herc and sat in his lap, kissing his jaw gently and laying his down again. The boys gathered around, Alex being on your left, Laf on your right and John was behind you. "What did I-" Your punishment was completely ignored as Herc grabbed your hips and John held your wrists up, kissing your neck roughly. "H-Hey!" You cried out, Herc unhooking your bra from behind and lifting up to around your wrists, where John let go of them so he could slip it off. As soon as your bra was off, your hands sunk to Alex's and Laf's crotches, rubbing them to tease. John left a mark on your neck while Herc kissed down your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned quietly, biting your lip so you dont make any noises. Laf bucked his hips, groaning while Alex undid his own pants. You were move off of Hercs lap onto the bed, the boys getting off the bed to get undressed.

You watched the boys undress, pulling off your panties and spreading your legs to get ready, shivering at the new breeze on your warm core. Laf was the first to turn and he smirked "Mon amis, it seems our dear (Your Name) has prepared," Herc had turned, his shirt in his hand and a smirk on his face "Guys?" The other two stopped their small make out session to turn to you, chuckling "Let's get to work," You were scared shitless. The first to take action was Herc, crawling over to you and tying your hands up to the bed post while Alex rummaged through the drawer. John went immediately to work on you, his hand slipping to your nipple and he attached his mouth to yours while Laf made marks all over your neck, one of his hands slowly slipping down your stomach. You made moans, pulling against your restraints. Alex hid the things behind his back and got onto the bed, handing something to Herc which looked like a mask. "This is going to get a bit kinky isnt it?" You joke, but moan louder when John kissed you again and his fingers teased you clit. Herc soon slipped on the mask and chuckled darkly "Let's go," Alex said and smirked, turning up to switch. A soft buzzing noise emitted and you raised an eyebrow, that is until Alex slipped the vibrator between your legs and pushed against your folds gently.  The scream of pleasure you let out was nothing to be joking with. The boys were teasing the fuck out of you and you loved /every/ inch of it.  "FFFFFFUCK!" You screamed again, coming close to the edge already. You bit your  lip so hard that a metallic taste filled your mouth. "Oh baby you enjoying this?" A voice whispered against the shell of your ear and the only noise you could let out was a small squeak and whimper. The more they pressed the more you was poked to the edge "Guys I-" Was all you could say before you came... and hard. The chuckle of someone was heard as you panted and your body shook, trying to come down from your high. "You ready?" Herc asked and placed his hands onto your hip once Alex took away the toy. You nodded and pulled against the restraints as hard as you can to try to touch the man touching you. Hercs tip pressed against your dripping core while the shuffling happened again. Mulligan began to push in making you let out a loud groan of pleasure. "P-Please..." you whimpered softly, leaning up and using one of your hands to undo the blindfold. It slipped around your chest and you moved around Herc, trying to tell him to move. Once he got the geusture he drew his hips back and slammed in, letting out a groan that mixed with your plea. As you looked around at the men you saw Laf was left to himself while Alex and John took care of each other yet watching the two of you. With a smirk, you called Laf over. Lafayette looked up and crawled over and as soon as he was in reach you slipped his member into your mouth, sucking and bobbing your head. "Oh.... (Your name)!" Your moans being made by Herc thrusting into you were covered up from Laf. The pleasure was immense. It was so much that it was almost /too/ much. You loved seeing your boyfriends sweaty and sex driven while they loved seeing you pinned down, begging and pleading for more. The tip of Lafs length hit the back of your throat and you sucked harder while Herc pounded into you, hands grabbing your hips to keep himself stead. Alex and John were doing their own business like Laf and Herc would do sometimes... You all had a system. You were all machines working closer to your orgasms. The coil in your stomach began to turn and tighten like you did around Herc as he angled his hips to go deeper... and Boy did he go deep. The scream you let out began to crack, and you had to pull away from Laf to let it out, however he needed more. Herc could feel the build up in his abdomen as well because his thrusts got a bit sloppier. "Fuck I'm so close..." you both said in unison. "Come on (Your name), come for me," and that is exactly what you did. The coil sprung undone and so did you, feeling the wave of pleasure hit you hard and your orgasm hit harder. You shook and sweated, panted and groaned. The two boys doing their own let out groans as they came as well. Next to come was Herc, pulling out and releasing on your stomach. The only one who didn't was Laf... who you soon rewarded with your mouth around him once again. "Mon ami... I'm so close," he threw his head back and rolled his hips. "(Your name)!" He called out your name when you ran your tongue along the slit and sucked it. The more you did that the more he fell, tumbling into his mind blowing orgasm. When he /did/ come you swallowed it and fell back onto the bed, hands being undone.

"Holy shit..." You panted and grabbed a tissue to clean yourself up while the boys got under the covers. Once you had cleaned up you joined them, snuggling in between Alex and Laurens who were between Herc and Laf "We need to do that more often!" John laughed to which Alex snored. Wow. "I agree... we should," you smiled and wrapped your arms around the small ones waist. "We should," you yawned and closed your eyes, falling deep into sleep.

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Title: Sweet dreams Pairing: HidaEno Prompt: Dreams/Nightmares Word Count:  2425 Summary:  Enomoto and Hidaka are both studying in college and they end up being roommates. Enomoto isn’t too pleased to have a popular straight guy as his roommate at first but soon Hidaka’s charm makes Enomoto to change his mind.

Special thanks to @heartlessfujoshi for helping me out with this one! This is firt fic I’ll ever post in tumblr and I was so nervous and wouldn’t be able to do this without your help ♥

First day at college. I’m sitting in back of classroom because I’m too shy to sit in front row. There were only few people besides me in the classroom. I take my notebook and pencils and then put my bag on floor next to my chair. Alas, I’m even more nervous than usual.

New school, new people, new life. New chances, full of possibilities. And of course, the possibility to fuck up everything again.

I take a deep breath to calm myself down a little and look the clock. Still ten minutes until class starts. I open the front camera on my phone to see how I look.

On screen appears an image of a slightly pale young man who has dark long hair in a ponytail. Olive eyes are framed by glasses. No disturbing pimples on the nose, food around mouth or anything else awkward. Good. It seems like I won’t make myself look like ass on first day. What a relief.

I put my phone away when I hear noises from the corridor. When I move my gaze to the classroom’s door I see a handsome tall guy enter the class. He’s surrounded by group of girls and they are all chattering happily together. Ah, of course a hot guy like him has got friends already. I couldn’t help myself, I was feeling a little envious. I hope that making friends could be that easy for me also, but it wasn’t. It never had been easy…

I turn my gaze away from that guy and his fangirls and focus on watching outside the window to get my thoughts elsewhere. Sigh. What did I think would happen? Being in college wouldn’t change anything. Popular kids would still be popular and nerds like me would never be popular, and even making friends would be a pain. I could only dream about having a chance to hang out with a guy like him.

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After classes I head back to our dorm where I had lived since yesterday evening. Last night I had been there all by myself because my roommate hasn’t moved in yet and now I’m nervous to see what kind of guy I have to share an apartment with. When I step inside, the hallway is full of boxes, and I can hear chattering from the room that is across a hall from my room. But the voice I hear is a woman’s voice? I had thought that there were same sex dorms at our college?

I was just about to knock on my roommate’s door to go introduce myself when that door suddenly opens and the handsome guy from my morning class steps out.

”Hello! You must be my roommate? I’m Hidaka Akira. Nice to meet ya!” he introduces himself energetically and shakes my hand.

“E-Enomoto Tatsuya. Nice to meet you too” I introduce myself and try to show him a pleasant smile as much as possible.

Shit. I don’t like this at all. Out of all people, of course he has to be my roommate. Popular boys make me feel uncomfortable. And somehow, I’m already sure that this guy will be a really annoying roommate.

I peek quickly into Hidaka’s room. Yup. There were two of those girls I had seen earlier today in class. That explained why I had heard a woman voice’s earlier. Ugh. Hopefully Hidaka won’t bring girls to our apartment every damn day. And most importantly; I hope they won’t spend the night here.

”I’ll call you Enomo then!” Hidaka says cheerfully, and pats me on my shoulder.

“The girls are helping me with moving, and we are having a couple of beers. Wanna join us?”

He looks like a happy puppy when he asks me that. It’s actually nice that he asked me to join them. Maybe he wasn’t that bad after all? I look in the direction of girls, and the message they were sending to me with their glares was clear: go away. They didn’t need any more people to compete about Hidaka’s attention.

“Thank you ,but no thanks. I still haven’t unpacked even all of my own stuff” I replied with a polite tone and escaped into my own room as soon as possible.

So annoying. Just the type that annoys me the most. Popular and always surrounded by girls. The type of guy I love and hate the most. Straight and handsome.

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 I was picking jalapenos off from my pizza while Hidaka was judging me with his gaze. Finally he says, with little offense in his voice, “C’mon mate! Don’t be so picky. For once I cooked for us and this is how you are, thanking me for my efforts?”

His comment makes me roll my eyes.

“First: It is not actually cooking that you order pizza for us. Second: I don’t like spicy food.” I defend myself, and continue removing jalapenos.

Hidaka made a deep sigh and I realize that I must have been little too harsh on him. He had tried his best after all and his intentions had been good so why I am being so bitchy to him?

“But thanks for ordering pizza for us. That was a nice surprise.” I said, and smiled to my roommate who returned a big smile.

It has been about a month since we started living together. Against my pessimistic expectations, Hidaka and I have had a fun time living together. Actually, we were getting along almost too well. During this past month I had developed a huge crush on him already. And the fact that Hidaka seemed to want spend time with me didn’t actually help the situation.

Hidaka had been the one who had suggested that we could eat dinner together every night. While we were eating, we usually told to each other how our day had been. It was nice. It gave both of us warm, homelike feelings, I guess. It also gave us a chance to get to know each other little better.

I was usually the one who was cooking (because to be fair: Hidaka is totally hopeless in the kitchen. I had forbid him cooking after I had suffered through two meals cooked by him) and Hidaka did his part by washing dishes. But tonight Hidaka had surprised me by ordering pizza for us. It’s actually really nice of him. He knew that I had a long evening class so he must have figured that I must be tired and little cranky after it and not in the mood for cooking.

“Next time I know not to order pizza with jalapenos on it for you. I didn’t know you don’t like spicy food. I still have lots to learn about you, mate.”

Yeah, for example you don’t know that little thing about me that I am gay. Oh and also that I’m interested in you.

“Well, now you know. And now I know you like spicy stuff so I can put extra chili on your dish from now on if you like.” I say, and take my first bite of my finally jalapeno-free pizza.

”Oh yeah I like hot and spicy. Both food and women.” Hidaka says, and winks his eye.

Sigh. Here he goes again. Talking about women was the most common topic we had while we were eating. Hidaka is always describing his ideal woman, and rating girls in our class and stuff like that. Thank god Hidaka is usually the one who talks so I had avoided all the awkward questions like “what kind of girls you like?” because the answer would be: not any kind of girl. I want to be fucked hard by a hot, tall hetero guy like you.

“By the way, what kind of girls you are into Enomo?”

Are you fucking kidding me? I was just celebrating that you hadn’t asked me that one. Ah, here we go. Time to lie to him and –

“Or… don’t be offended but… are guys more your thing?”

Huh?

Huuuhhh?

D-did he just…?  Shit shit shit. He knows. Panic mode: ON!

I slowly lift my gaze to see how Hidaka’s face looks. I was sure he would be grossed out by the idea that he’s living with a gay guy and ---

Hidaka is smiling.

“You’re gay, right?” He asks, and there is no judgement in his voice at all, so I nod.

“Ok, cool.” Hidaka says, and continues eating his pizza.

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”Enomo…. Hey, Enomo!”

I’m startled awake from deep sleep by the sensation of someone touching my shoulder. I reach to grab my glasses from off the nightstand, and when I had my glasses on my gaze focuses on teary eyed Hidaka, who is standing beside my bed.

“Enomo, I had a terrible nightmare, and now I’m too scared to sleep alone!”

Is he a kid or something? Like really? He is almost an adult. I’m sure he can handle one nightmare and – I was just about to open my mouth to tell Hidaka to go back to his own room when my sleepy brain starts to finally work properly. Hidaka is in my room. In the middle of the night. Wearing only pajama pants. My gaze wanders around Hidaka’s naked torso for a few seconds before I pulled myself together again.

“Come here then.” I say, and tap the place next to me in bed.

Hidaka looks more than happy, and without any hesitation he rolls next to me in bed and under the same blanket.

My heart starts racing like crazy. He is so close to me. I can feel his skin against mine. My hand is shaking a little when I wrap it around Hidaka before I ask, “What kind of nightmare were you having?”

“I was surfing and then suddenly a shark attacked me. I tried to escape it by going to land but that shark was some kind of crazy mutant shark, and it had legs so it started to chase me! I ran as fast as I could, but it still was catching up so I decided to climb up a tree. There were coconuts in the tree and I started to throw those at the shark so I could knock it unconscious, but that fucker ate all coconuts!”

Yup. It is official now. Hidaka Akira is 100% idiot. But an adorable idiot. My idiot.

I give a small peck on Hidaka’s forehead and try to sound even little bit empathic and not to laugh when I say, “No need to fear mutant sharks anymore. I’ll protect you.”

Luckily, it’s so dark in my room that Hidaka can’t see how much I’m blushing to my own words. Damn. Hidaka might have had nightmare but I feel like I’m having the most wonderful dream at this moment. My crush is laying in my arms. I can be so close to him. Touch him.

Hidaka leans even closer to me, closing his eyes and murmurs, “Thanks, mate.”

No, thank you. And thank god. Thank you all possible forces in the world. Thank you for this amazing moment I am having right now.

Hidaka’s breath against my neck feels amazing. I also enjoy having taller guy curled against me far too much, his head resting against my shoulder.

I start to stroke Hidaka’s messy bed hair and I feel his breath starting to become calmer. It seems that he’d fallen asleep again in no time. I, on other hand, won’t be able to sleep at all anymore. I’m way too excited to sleep. I want to enjoy every second of this rare opportunity to have Hidaka in my bed.

Soon I lose track of time because I had been too focused on watching Hidaka’s sleeping face. I’m still stroking his hair slowly and enjoying his warm breath against my skin. Damn. This really is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me. I have to do it - now or never! I pluck up all of my courage and then I press my lips softly against Hidaka’s lips.

After a short kiss I open my eyes and almost have a heart attack. Hidaka’s eyes are open. He isn’t asleep. Oh shit. Shit. I thought he was deep in sleep.

“…Did you just kiss me?” He asks, sounding really sleepy.

I can’t answer. I was too focused panicking inside my head.

Hidaka stands up, and I am sure that he is about to go back to his own room and not talk to me ever again. But instead of doing that, Hidaka soon leans closer to me again, pressing me softly against the mattress, and looks me in the eyes with smirk on his face.

“If you want to kiss me, at least do it properly.”

After saying that Hidaka kisses me. Properly. He sucks my lower lip softly and it makes me feel so good that I moan a little. When I open my mouth, I soon feel Hidaka’s tongue swirling around mine. I wrap my arms around Hidaka when our kiss starts to deepen. He sucks my tongue and bites my lower lip from time to time ,and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. Finally our lips part. I pant heavily, and I’m pretty sure that my face is completely red. Nobody has ever kissed me like that. It felt so great. I wanted more.

I lean forward, and kiss Hidaka again. I hear a soft groan escaping from his lips, and it gives me even more courage. It seems like I’m not the only one who was enjoying of this situation. I could never dream that Hidaka would like to do stuff like this with me? I thought he was totally straight. Maybe he was just being bi-curious? Fuck, who cares. Enjoy the situation now and worry about things like that tomorrow.

We continue kissing each other for a while. My whole body feels hot, and the fact that Hidaka’s hands are touching me here and there doesn’t help the situation. This has to be a dream. Hidaka is holding me like I’m something precious to him. It feels too great.

After our passionate cuddling session, we finally try to sleep again. I feel like the happiest man on earth at this moment. Hidaka, the man I have a huge crush on, has his arms wrapped around me, and he is pressing soft kisses against my neck. Just when I’m about to fall asleep I heard his voice whispering, ”Sweet dreams cutie.”

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by sequence_fairy

Rukia startles, looking up to meet Ichigo's eyes in the mirror. For a long moment, they stare at each other.

“What are you doing?” Rukia hisses when she finally finds her voice.

“Never mind,” Ichigo says, ducking his head to press his mouth to her temple. Her skin still feels the same. Ichigo inhales, hands sliding down until his palms come to rest around the curve of her hips. She still smells the same, like gardenias and ice.

At the party, Ichigo and Rukia sneak away for a moment alone.

Words: 2425, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Infidelity, Pining, Hopeful Ending, fair warning that i have never been off my bullshit, so here we go again

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Found: Kitten

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by saengie

Jungkook just wanted to go home and take a long bath after a hard day at work. He was surprised find a runaway hybrid on his porch, a scared kitten named Jimin who trembled at the sight of Jungkook's hands but was begging for his help.

Words: 2425, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin/Kim Taehyung | V

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Hybrids, Cat Hybrid Park Jimin (BTS), Past Abuse, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, light on the angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut

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Another aspect of long interest to the Buddhists has been the scientific nature of Buddhism. There is a usual claim, and also a pride, among the Buddhists that Buddhism is the most scientific of all religions. An instance of this can be found in the following words of U Chan Htoon, former justice of the Supreme Court of Burma: “In the case of Buddhism………all the modern scientific concepts have been present from the beginning. There is no principle of science, from biological evolution to the General Theory of Relativity, that runs counter to any teaching of Gotama Buddha.”1 “There cannot be any achievement of science, no matter how revolu-tionary, that will ever contradict the teachings of Buddhism.”2 Professor von Glasenapp, an eminent German Indologist, specifies the following Buddhist concepts as unchallenged by modern scientific ideas: the principle of universal order (dhamma); a positivistic denial of eternal substances; the contention that soul or self is an artificial abstraction; the recognition of a plurality of worlds; and the affirmation of the essential similarity between man and animal.3 As Dr. Swearer says in his “Buddhism in Transition”: “There are at least three principal ways in which the assertion of the scientific nature of Buddhism is presented: Buddhism is more scientific than other religions, especially theism (viz., Christianity); there is a general agreement between the approach or method of Buddhism and science; and, science proves or validates particular Buddhist teachings such as the doctrines of rebirth (samsara) and impermanence (anicca).”4 Here, Buddhist meditation becomes the experimental laboratory where the Truth of one’s existence can be proved by intuitive insight, an experience of the individual, each for himself. The concept of impermanence finds its confirmation in Einstein’s field theory of modern physics.

THE ESP Also covered in the field of scientific study of Buddhism is the research on parapsychology, especially the ESP (extrasensory perception), and on the problem of rebirth. The growth of scientific interest in these ancient beliefs was evidenced by the founding of the Society for Psychical Research of London in 2425/1882, the American Society for Psychical Research in 2431/1888, and other similar societies later on in most European countries, especially in the Netherlands, France and Italy where active work has been carried on. Stimulated by the effective work of these societies, a few universities in America and later in Europe have taken up psychical research as a serious subject for study. Parapsychological laboratories or research departments were opened in leading universities such as Harvard, Stanford and Duke Universities in the United States, and the University of Utrecht and Groningen University in the Netherlands. Leading psychologists like William James, William McDougall, C.G. Jung, and Sigmund Freud took an interest in the research. During the period from the 1930s to the 1960s the best-known work was that of Duke University in North Carolina. So far, however, except for hypnotism which is no longer regarded as paranormal, parapsychology has been of comparatively little interest to most professional scientists. But, a few years ago, much excitement was caused among some groups of the Buddhists by the research of psychologists and psychical research institutions working on the problem of remembering past existences. It was Dr. Ian Stevenson of the University of Virginia and Professor Gillbert Rhine of the Parapsychology Institute in Durham, North Carolina, that did much for the progress of study in this field. In Stevenson’s “Twenty Cases Suggestive of Reincarnation,” a study is made of a number of case histories of people who remembered past lives. Joseph Head and L.S. Cranston, in their compiled and edited work “Reincarnation in World Thought,” present an exploration of what great thinkers through the ages have said on the subject, examining the contributions made to the discussion by the World’s religions, philosophies and sciences. Francis Story,1 probably the Buddhist most active in trying to prove the truth of the doctrine of rebirth, wrote a booklet entitled The Case for Rebirth, made an inquiry into the memory of past lives of hundreds of Burmese and Ceylonese citizens, and around the year 2511/1968 made a tour of the United States and Asian countries lecturing on this subject. Finding in the alien-traditioned Western hemisphere their co-believers represented by historic figures such as Pythagoras, Empidocles and Thomas Alva Edison, and their belief supported by scientific study of modern Western scholars, some Buddhists have become convinced that the truth of the doctrine of rebirth has been proved. To the practising Buddhists, however, the ESP is something peripheral. The positive report on it may rouse in some people a stronger belief or a more active interest in Buddhism. But, so far as the essential aspect of Buddhism is concerned, the Buddhists realize that the attainment of the real benefit of Buddhism is dependent on their own efforts and striving, not subject to the scientific verification of the ESP.

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