#transformers victory jean

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Transformers Victory (Manga)✌️🤖

Star Saber being the best giant robo dad to his little human son Jean 🥰🤭

I love how Star Sabor just finds Jean one day and is like: “Guess I’m a dad now” 🤷‍♂️

The anime has a lot of adorable moments between Jean and the rest of the transformers team, but especially with his dad.

Watch the anime here: (only in japanese with english subtitles)

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Very silly those guys.

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Today is a good day, and tomorrow will be better.

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Dragon riders

Tags: smut, httyd au, eventual smut, bit angst, dragons, female reader

I hope you all enjoyed :))) please, I apologize I am bad at smut and english isnt my first mother tongue.

The scene for reader flying with their dragon was inspired by hiccup and toothless testing his flying thing.

If you prefer at ao3 read here

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The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable as they clapped and roared in support of their favorite racers. Dragon riders, each showcasing their unique beasts, soared through the air, skillfully maneuvering their dragons as they chased after a flock of sheep. The fluffy creatures sported ink markings on their pristine white fur, each number indicating their value in the competition—5, 3, 2, and so on.

Among the frantic chase, one sheep stood out from the rest: a large black sheep that commanded attention with its striking appearance. This formidable contender quickly became the key to victory, and it was clear that capturing the black sheep would score the most points and ultimately determine the winner of the thrilling game.

However, no one has yet released the black sheep from its confines.

The racers are adorned with an array of vivid, colorful paints spreading across their faces, arms, and shoulders, transforming their appearance into a vibrant canvas of expression. The bright hues—swirling reds, electric blues, and sunny yellows—reflect their excitement and anticipation for the thrilling competition that lies ahead. This lively display not only enhances their spirit but also adds to the festive atmosphere, making it clear that the game is not just a contest of speed, but also a celebration of creativity and camaraderie.

Eren and the others sprinted across the lush green field, their hearts racing with adrenaline as they chased after the flock of sheep. With their nets poised, they expertly maneuvered to corner the unsuspecting animals, deftly guiding them into their designated holes, where each sheep would be safely contained. On the opposite side of the field, the scoreboard tallied the numbers, reflecting the competitive spirit of the game as they added to their growing counts.

With their rivalry blazing with passion, Eren and Jean launched a barrage of insults, their voices rising above the thrilling mayhem. Their fierce rivalry drove every attack and retort, enhancing the exciting ambiance of the impending race.

“I can beat you with my higher scores, Yeager!” Jean shouted, a confident smirk plastered across his face as he took aim with his dragon, its crimson scales shimmering in the sunlight.

With a swift command, he urged his fiery dragon forward, its massive wings beating against the air, creating a gust that whipped around them. The dragon lunged, its sharp spikes glinting menacingly, ready to jab at Eren's majestic beast. Eren was caught off guard, and he steered his away quickly.

Eren’s dragon, a magnificent beast adorned with shimmering scales that reflected the sunlight like a thousand tiny mirrors, let out a low, rumbling grunt of displeasure. Its piercing emerald eyes narrowed into a fierce glare directed squarely at Jean. In an impressive display of power, the dragon flicked its massive tail, sending a gust of wind sweeping through the air.

Then, with a deep, resonant roar, it unleashed a swirling torrent of fiery breath that enveloped Jean in a warm embrace of flames. Instead of fear, Jean erupted into laughter, unaffected by the scorching display.

"Playing the bigger person today, are we, Jaeger?" Jean let out a teasing laugh, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he cast a sideways glance at Jaeger. He turned his attention back to the flock of sheep ahead.

He dove deeper into the dense thicket of sheep numbered 8, the sheer joy of the chase evident on his face. However, Eren, with his exceptional dragon-wrangling skills and the beast’s remarkable agility, quickly maneuvered his dragon with precision. In a matter of moments, he effortlessly snagged the elusive prize from the field, prompting a string of colorful curses from Jean that echoed across the landscape.

“Ah, these two never stop, do they?” Armin chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face.

Armin patted his colorful dragon, a lovely dragon whose scales glistened in the warm sunlight and had a glittering yellow appearance. Its large, round eyes gleamed with distinct delight, displaying a naive eagerness that was infectious. He prodded his dragon forward with gentle, comforting words, directing it to go gracefully and precisely in the direction of the number three sheep grazing nearby.

“Yeah! Those two knuckleheads are going to ruin the atmosphere entirely!” Connie chimed in, shaking his head in mock dismay. Beside him, Sasha nodded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she glanced at the twin-headed dragon they owned.

The creature was a whirlwind of playful energy, its two heads each vying for attention and affection, radiating a sense of spontaneity that echoed its owners’ spirited personalities.

"Kick Eren's butt later, Mikasa!" Sasha encourages.

Mikasa nodded, "Hm. I will."

In the front row of the lively field, Erwin Smith sat comfortably, his gaze fixed intently on the game unfolding before him. Flanked by his companions, Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoë, the trio formed an intriguing dynamic. Erwin, with his characteristic calm demeanor, was fully absorbed in the action, a smile occasionally breaking through his serious facade as he appreciated the skills on display. Hange, ever the enthusiastic observer, was animatedly discussing plays and strategies, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

In stark contrast, Levi sat between them, his expression a mix of frustration and distraction. His usual sharp focus was wavering, as he seemed less interested in the game and more preoccupied with something weighing on his mind. The atmosphere around them was charged with energy, yet Levi’s tense posture hinted that the game was not capturing his attention like it did for Erwin and Hange.

Levi spent the entire day feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. As a captain, he found himself constantly mediating disputes among the other Vikings, dealing with the complaints that arose from their reckless interactions. It seemed that everyone was vying for power or recognition, and Levi had to ensure that order was maintained within the ranks. On top of that, he had to reprimand those who neglected their dragons, creatures that demanded respect and care in return for their loyalty.

Adding to his mounting discontent, Levi felt he had been pulled into a ridiculous game—a competition among the Vikings that he deemed unworthy of his time and energy. Yet, he understood the importance of his presence in this chaotic environment, where his leadership was crucial. The responsibilities weighed heavily on him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had far more important things to focus on than this incessant bickering.

Not only that, but your absence is keenly felt. You're supposed to be out there competing alongside other racers. He had searched your workshop meticulously, and with a sinking feeling, realized you were nowhere to be found. As someone who loves you deeply, he wishes you would communicate where you're going. That way, he could plan his visits around your activities.

He understands your passion for testing new skills with your dragon, but your habit of darting off without a word often frustrates him. The thought of you disappearing into the horizon without informing anyone makes him feel a mix of admiration for your adventurous spirit and irritation at being left in the dark. He can't help but contemplate just how mad he would be if he couldn't find you when he needed you most.

One of his deepest concerns is your well-being; he is constantly plagued by the thought of something unfortunate happening to you. This anxiety was particularly acute during that harrowing incident when you were captured by other Vikings. Despite his desperate attempts to rescue you, he felt powerless as he watched the chaos unfold, wishing he could have saved you from their clutches. The memory of that day haunts him, fueling his determination to protect you at all costs.

After this game concludes, he vowed to himself that he would seek you out and reprimand you.

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You soared through the sky, the powerful roar of your dragon's wings sliced through the air, sending a ripple of sound that echoed far below the shimmering surface of the sea was alive with activity as sea dragons leaped and dove, glimmering scales catching the sunlight as they moved gracefully beneath the waves.

You urged your dragon to go higher, the warm rays of the sun bathing you in golden light while fluffy white clouds drifted lazily around you. The exhilarating rush of the wind whipped through your hair, and the world below seemed to stretch infinitely in every direction, creating a breathtaking panorama that filled your heart with awe and adventure.

As you gradually sat upright and shifted your stance, the warmth of your dragon's scales beneath your fingers offered a soothing contrast to the chilly morning air. However, the deep rumble it emitted, akin to a disgruntled grunt, pierced the quiet of dawn, capturing your focus.

"Relax! It will be fine," You chuckle. "We've tried this before, and we'll try again. Ready?"

Your dragon offered a gentle nod. As you both tilted and tumbled gracefully through the vast expanse of the sky, the world below morphed into a mesmerizing blur of azure waves and glistening whitecaps. The salty breeze whipped through your hair, wrapping you in a thrilling embrace of freedom.

Overwhelmed by the sheer bliss of the moment, a burst of pure happiness escaped you, transforming into a joyful giggle that danced in harmony with the exhilarating rush of the wind. Each swoop and dive sent your heart racing, filling your soul with a sense of adventure that felt as endless as the horizon before you.

You stole a glance sideways at your dragon, whose warm, expressive eyes sparkled playfully beneath the intricate carvings of your mask. It responded with a broad, toothy grin, revealing rows of gleaming teeth, while its long, sinuous tongue playfully flicked out, a gesture filled with affection.

Accompanying this display was a deep, rumbling sound, akin to a contented purr, reverberating in your chest and filling the air with a sense of shared joy and exhilaration.

As you both spiraled closer to the shimmering expanse of the sea below, a rush of exhilaration surged through you. The sunlight danced on the water’s surface, reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors that mirrored your excitement. With a swift press of a button on your suit, you felt a gentle hum as the hidden wings beneath your arms sprang to life.

They unfurled dramatically, stretching wide with a powerful swoosh, their sleek contours catching the crisp ocean breeze. Instantly, the world around you transformed as the wind filled the wings, propelling you upwards and outwards, away from the dizzying descent and towards the open sky.

Your dragon followed suit, its vast wings unfurling in perfect harmony with yours. The rhythmic beat of its powerful wings created a soothing cadence. As you broke free from the cloud cover, the brilliant blue sky stretched out endlessly around you, and a rush of warm wind swept past, filling you with a sense of freedom and adventure. Together, you and your dragon danced among the heavens, your spirits entwined in this majestic flight.

You soared forward through the crisp air, your heart swelling with pride in your craftsmanship. These years of dedication and hard work honed your skills, and you felt a sense of accomplishment like never before. The gleaming surface of your creation reflected the sunlight, a testament to the countless hours you had poured into perfecting every detail. You couldn't wait to share this achievement with Levi, just as you always were.

"This is amazing!" you exclaimed with joy, your eyes sparkling as you took in the breathtaking landscape around you. However, your excitement quickly turned to alarm as you noticed a cluster of jagged rocks blocking your path, nestled within a narrow gap just ahead. Panic surged through you, and instinctively, you called out to your dragon, its name echoing in the air.

In response, your dragon's powerful wings beat furiously, propelling it forward with remarkable speed. Flames burst forth from its mouth, a brilliant stream of fire that struck the rocks, blasting them away and creating a wider passage. Within moments, your dragon soared forward, enveloping you in its warm, protective embrace, a shield against any danger that lay ahead.

The two of you stumbled through the dense underbrush, branches scratching at your skin as you careened down the slope. With a sudden jolt, you and your dragon tumbled to the ground, landing in a heap on the rocky terrain.

Gasping for breath, you pushed yourself out from beneath your dragon's protective body, the warmth of its scales still radiating around you. As you both regained your footing, your eyes were drawn toward the towering cliffs ahead. Just then, with a loud creak and a resounding thud, a massive section of rock gave way, crashing into the churning sea below.

"Well, that was close!" you exclaim, glancing up ahead to take in the breathtaking view before you. A vast expanse of trees stretches out, their leaves shimmering in the warm, golden light of the sun, casting a tranquil glow over the landscape. With a sense of relief and joy, you remove your mask, breathing in the fresh, crisp air that carries the earthy scent of pine and wildflowers.

As you stand there, a smile spreads across your face, the beauty of this new land igniting a spark of adventure within you. This is not just another discovery; it’s a moment to be cherished and marked upon your map, an exciting addition to your journey that promises untold stories and possible new dragons waiting to be explored.

You knelt down on the soft, earthy ground, carefully unfurling your map and spreading it out before you. The creases in the parchment smoothed slightly as the wind caught the edges. Beside you, your dragon, sniffed the air with an alert curiosity, its piercing eyes watching you closely as if gauging your well-being.

“I’m okay, bud,” you said softly, offering a reassuring smile as you reached out to pet the dragon beneath its chin. Your fingers brushed against its textured scales, warm and vibrant. The moment your touch made contact, it let out a deep, rumbling purr, a sound that vibrated through the air, reflecting its contentment and relief at your unscathed state.

Just then, as a chilling roar echoed through the air like thunder, you and your companion instinctively looked up to behold a magnificent dragon descending from the sky. Its scales shimmered in hues of emerald and obsidian, and the spikes adorning its back glinted menacingly in the sunlight. The creature's wings unfurled majestically, casting an imposing shadow that enveloped the ground below.

It exuded an aura of authority as if it ruled the skies and the land beneath it with unquestioned power. Recognizing the familiar figure soaring toward you, a smile brightened your face as you waved enthusiastically. "Levi! How did you find me here?" you called out, your heart racing with excitement and curiosity.

Levi leaped from the back of his dragon, the ground trembling beneath him as his heavy boots pounded against the earth. He stormed towards you, his expression a mix of worry and frustration. With an intense grip, he seized the hem of your suit, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at you.

"Where the hell have you been?!" he exclaimed,"I searched for you everywhere!" The urgency in his tone underscored the worry that lingered behind his anger, revealing just how much your absence had affected him.

“Flying with my dragon? How did you find me here?" You repeat the last question, adopting a tone of feigned innocence, careful not to provoke him any further.

Yet his expression now conveys a weighty seriousness that he seldom reveals, indicating that the veil of deceit he usually wears has slipped away. Gone is the mask of indifference; instead, a stark vulnerability pairs with an intensity that both unsettles and captivates you. The shift in his demeanor stirs a tumultuous blend of guilt and fear deep within, as you brace for the storm of emotions that threatens to erupt.

“I found you when I heard rocks crashing into the sea!” he exclaims, his voice a mix of concern and exasperation. “I thought you were in danger or that other Vikings had captured you. You’re reckless and a fool for not telling me where you were going!”

His sneer is accompanied by a twitch in his eyes, He squints his eyes, narrowing them as he carefully inspects you for any signs of injury or distress. The concern etched on his face reveals his deep care for your well-being. After a moment of scrutiny, he relaxes, realizing you are unharmed, and a faint sigh of relief escapes his lips and let's you go.

"Levi, I’m sorry, I—" You attempted to express your feelings, but he cut you off gently, raising his hand. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, He is fully aware of the inner turmoil building up inside him, a storm of anger and frustration that threatens to erupt at any moment.

Despite this, he is determined to keep his emotions in check, knowing that such an outburst could frighten you away. He values your presence and is committed to maintaining a calm demeanor, even as he grapples with the intensity of his feelings. He knew he had to inform the others after the game that he had pressing matters to attend to—namely, you.

With determination, he poured over the intricately marked map you had created, tracing your routes with meticulous precision. His fingers moved slowly along the colorful lines, ensuring that he understood every land you had discovered. Each mark held significance, and he wanted to guarantee that you were safe in those uncharted territories. The urge to find you and bring you back to safety overshadowed everything else, driving his focus as he mentally plotted the locations you’d visited.

"Save it for later when we come back," Levi says, his voice steady as he gestures toward your dragon, urging you to mount without further discussion. "Keep your mouth shut."

With a resigned sigh and pocketed your map, you roll your wings back into place beneath your arms, feeling the familiar weight of the leathery appendages settle against your sides. Climbing onto your dragon's back, you grip the straps tightly, your heart racing as you follow Levi, who leads the way on his own majestic beast. His dragon casts you a sidelong glance, a low snort escaping its nostrils, radiating a sense of dominance and control before it turns its gaze away, leaving you feeling small and uneasy.

The air is thick with an uncomfortable silence as you make your way home. The only sounds are the rhythmic beating of dragon wings and the distant rustle of the wind through the trees below. Each flap sends vibrations through your body, a stark reminder of the journey ahead and the unspoken tension that lingers between you and Levi.

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Levi's intense gaze bore into you as he paced the dimly lit room, his boots thudding against the wooden floor with each agitated step. His jaw was clenched so tightly it seemed like it could shatter, and the faint twitch of his eye betrayed the storm of emotions swirling within him.

"If you are captured by those other Vikings once more, what would you do?" He yelled, his voice laced with wrath. "You're being pursued, and you have the audacity to simply flee without informing me? “

The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with the unspoken worry and protectiveness he felt for you.

Levi calls your name, breaking the tense silence that had settled around you, and you flinch at the sound. With your head hanging low, a heavyweight seems to press down on your shoulders. Your fists clench tightly at your sides, the nails digging into your palms, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within.

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to control the feelings that are rising inside of you, your heart pounding as you muster the strength to answer. There are many unspoken words in the air, and every moment seems magnified and full with suspense.

You stood here resembling a child who just received a reprimand from their nagging mother.

"Well?!" Levi's frustration was palpable as he glared at you, his brows furrowing deeply. Just before the shout erupted from his lips, he halted, clenching his jaw tightly.

A flicker of understanding crossed his face as he bit his tongue, suppressing the urge to unleash his anger. Taking a steadying breath, he softened his expression and called your name again, his tone now gentle and measured, like a calm breeze contrasting with the storm that had been brewing moments before.

"Please, talk to me," Levi says softly as he steps closer, his eyes filled with concern. His fingertips brush against your cheek with a tender touch, sending a warm sensation through you. "You have to understand, I am really worried about you." His voice trembles slightly, revealing the depth of his emotions as he tries to reach you. The dim light casts gentle shadows on his face, emphasizing the worry etched on his forehead.

"You know how it is with me. Whenever the urge to try something new hits, I tend to dive right in without informing you. It's like an irresistible impulse, and I apologize for that. Even though you’ve reminded me more than once, I still find it hard to heed your words.”

You murmur, your gaze fixed on the ground, unable to meet his eyes. In response, Levi gently places his hand under your chin, lifting it with a tender touch, guiding your gaze up to finally meet his steady, reassuring eyes.

"As your lover and your Captain, it's important for me to know where you are at all times. There have been moments when I’ve felt an ache of loneliness while you were away, and that frustration weighs heavily on my heart. You know I carry many responsibilities as well, and the thought of something happening to you like last time haunts me. I was powerless then, unable to protect you when you needed me most." He gently sighs, his fingers caressing your chin with tenderness.

"Please, I would be willing to set aside any duty or obligation I have to come after you and ensure your safety. Do you truly understand how much you mean to me?"

You nodded softly, surrendering to the moment, and closed your eyes. A rush of warmth enveloped you as you felt his lips gently graze yours, a tender connection that sent shivers down your spine. He cradled your cheeks with his hands, his thumbs stroking your skin delicately, as if afraid to break the spell of intimacy between you.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with his gaze, a mix of longing and affection that made your heart flutter. With a sense of shared vulnerability, you both pressed your foreheads together, savoring the intimacy of the moment, feeling the world around you fade away.

"Sorry," you whisper, your voice barely audible as a wave of regret washes over you. Levi reaches out, his warm hand enveloping yours, his thumb gently soothingly stroking your knuckles.

His gaze holds a mixture of understanding and compassion. "I am a fool," you confess, the weight of the words heavy in the air between you. The soft glow of the fading light casts a gentle warmth around you, amplifying the vulnerability of the moment.

"Is fine, my dear, is fine," Levi murmurs softly, his voice a gentle whisper that barely breaks the silence between you. He leans in closer, capturing your lips once more with a fervent kiss, deep and consuming as if he wants to pour all his feelings into that single moment.

His arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you closer, as if to shield you from the world outside. The warmth of his body radiates against yours, and for a fleeting second, time stands still, drowning out all worries.

With a tender gaze, he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. "Just promise me that this time, you'll let me know where you’re going," he adds, a subtle plea woven into his words.

You nodded again. In an unexpected surge of energy, he pulled away momentarily, then scooped you up effortlessly into his arms, cradling you in a bridal carry. His warm breath brushed against your cheek as he carried you up the staircase, the wooden steps creaking softly beneath your weight. He nudged the bedroom door open with his hip, the hinges squeaking in protest, and gently laid you onto the plush comforter of the bed.

As he resumed kissing you, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours. His hands moved with purpose, skillfully unbuttoning your suit with a mix of urgency and tenderness. The fabric slid off your shoulders, pooling around you, while he lowered your pants down your legs, savoring the moment as he revealed more of you to him. Every touch ignited a fire between you, the atmosphere thick with an electric tension that held the promise of passion.

"I'm going to release my frustration on you, so be ready." You let out a playful snort, and a small smile creeps onto Levi's lips. He leans in closer, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he attacks your collarbone, kissing and sucking gently with his tender lips. His hand slides down patiently, exploring your curves before finally finding your soaking wet folds.

His fingers skillfully found their way inside you, moving in a rhythmic in-and-out motion, gradually building intensity as he matched his pace to your breathing. With each caress, his lips found their way to your nipple, where his tongue swirled delicately as if savoring every moment. Your body responded instinctively, twitches of pleasure coursing through you.

"Levi," you moaned, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. You looked up at him, your heart racing as he pressed his lips against yours once more, this kiss more intense and passionate. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, igniting a fire within you.

He pulls his fingers away from your folds, and they now cradle your breasts softly and gently in circles as he pinches your nipple.

"Levi, take off your clothes—it's only fair that if I'm naked, you should be too." You shoot him a sharp glare, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, while he simply chuckles in response, an amused glint dancing in his eyes. The room feels charged with tension, the playful intimacy of the moment hanging in the air like a challenge.

"Patient," he murmured, a teasing intent in his voice. With deliberate slowness, he pulled away just enough to give you a moment's breath before lowering himself. His hands grasped your thighs, gently spreading your legs wider as he settled onto his knees before you. "You're so impatient, dear."

His face nestled between your folds, warmth radiating from his mouth as he began to explore. He sucked and licked with an expert touch, his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit, savoring every taste.

You moaned softly as you clutched his tousled hair, your fingers tangling in the strands as you urged him on. Each gentle thrust of your hips complemented the rhythm of his expert ministrations, feeling his warm lips as they suckled and licked at your sensitive folds.

You bit down on your lower lip, eyes fluttering shut, completely immersed in the waves of pleasure cascading over you. A low chuckle escaped from Levi as he lavished your clit with a teasing kiss.

He pauses, drawing back slightly to gaze at you with his adoring eyes, each glance filled with a warmth that wraps around you like a comforting blanket. His appreciation for your body is palpable; he seems to study every curve and contour with reverence, as if you were a goddess descended from the heavens.

The way he looks at you reflects a deep admiration, a celebration of your beauty that makes you feel cherished and adored. Every moment spent under his gaze makes you aware of the love and devotion he holds for you, turning your presence into something divine in his eyes.

You playfully nudged him between his legs, a hint of frustration creeping in as he paused for a moment, leaving you feeling hollow and disappointed. "Come on, are you really going to leave me like this after you got me all worked up?" you exclaimed, shooting him a glare that was more teasing than angry.

He chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curling in amusement at your impatience. Levi shook his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes, before leaning to kiss you again.

"Sorry, I was lost in thought." Levi smiles and you huff.

"Lost. Yeah, right."

Finally, he sheds his clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the side of the bed, revealing his bare skin. As you take in his nudeness, you notice his broad chest, each muscle defined and gleaming in the soft light of the room.

The battle scars crisscrossing his torso tell stories of battles fought and won, each mark a testament to his resilience. Instead of finding them off-putting, you feel a rush of attraction; the scars only enhance his rugged charm. He exudes a raw masculinity that makes your heart race, stirring a deeper desire within you. It’s exhilarating to know that this formidable Captain is not just a warrior, but also your lover. In this moment, you realize there’s nothing more you could ever want.

Levi steadies himself as he lifts your legs gently over his shoulders, his eyes glinting with a mix of desire and mischief. He teases his thick shaft, running it up and down your soft folds, a playful smirk crossing his lips. Slowly, he pushes into you, a shaky moan escaping his throat, accompanied by a soft hiss as he feels the warmth enveloping his engorged cock. His eyes flutter shut, savoring the exquisite sensation, and he bites his lips.

"God, you're so incredibly wet. So wet for me," he murmurs your name softly, his breath warm against your ear. As he moves his hips against yours, it's a slow, deliberate rhythm that creates a tantalizing connection between you. He’s careful not to rush, wanting to savor this moment of intimacy. Each gentle thrust is filled with an affectionate urgency, reflecting his desire to make you feel everything first — the warmth, the closeness, the electric spark that dances between you.

"You said you'll release your frustration on me," you remind him softly, your fingers stroking his cheek gently.

"Not yet, love," he replies, his voice low and steady, holding an underlying promise. "I want to be gentle at first." He leans down and kisses your palm, sending a shiver through you as your hand trails down to his broad chest. You jolt slightly as his movements pick up speed inside of you, a mix of anticipation and pleasure coursing through your body.

Just as you begin to adjust, he pulls away, creating a tantalizing pause filled with lingering tension. Then, in one swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, the sheets cool against your skin. Without hesitation, he thrusts back into you, his body pressing against yours with an exhilarating force.

Oh he really released his frustration as he said.

You moaned softly as he quickened his pace, thrusting deeper with every powerful movement of his hips. Each motion was raw and unrestrained, a testament to the pent-up frustration he had been holding back. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, harmonizing with your breathy moans, while the bed creaked rhythmically beneath you.

Levi's strong hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin, leaving behind an imprint of his.

As Levi thrusts deeper and harder, you can feel your body responding, tightening around him with each intense movement. The sensation overwhelms you, leaving you breathless as you struggle to form words, desperately trying to let him know just how close you are to the edge. Meanwhile, Levi is lost in his own rhythm, intent on breaking through your defenses. You see the determination in his eyes, knowing he’s pushing you to your limits, wanting to leave you so blissfully spent that the thought of walking for days feels like a distant memory.

At that moment, gazing into his face, you understand that this is more than just physical pleasure—it's an unspoken connection. His responsibilities weigh heavily on him, and you realize that being a supportive partner means embracing these moments of release. Your role as his lover is more than just about intimacy; it’s about giving him a safe space to express his frustrations. You willingly surrender to him, knowing that your understanding and intimacy provide him the solace at your best.

"I'm so close; I can't hold it much longer; I'll cum inside you, okay?" Levi says his voice husky with desire. You nod in response, your heart racing. Suddenly, he bites down gently on your shoulder, a thrilling contrast of pain and pleasure. As he spills his thick warmth deep inside you, a wave of heat washes over you, intensifying the sensation. You gasp, your breath hitching in your throat as a moan escapes your lips, amplifying the intimacy.

He gently pulls away, and you slowly sit up, the warmth of his body still lingering on your skin. But before you can fully separate, Levi wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest. He presses a tender kiss to your temple, and his breath is soft against your ear as he whispers, "Thank you."

Startled, you turn your head to look at him, curiosity flashing in your eyes. "For what?" you ask, your brow furrowing slightly.

He offers a playful grin, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, as he leans in to kiss you again. "Nothing," he replies, though the weight of unspoken words hangs in the air between you.

He wants to express the depth of his love for you, conveying just how much you captivate him and drive him to the brink of madness. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, you stir in him, his affection remains unwavering. However, he struggles with the idea of openly displaying too much affection. Underneath his rugged exterior lies a flicker of fear; he worries that showing vulnerability might make him appear weak, like an emotional Viking wrestling with his feelings for you.

As the silence lingers between you, he breaks it, a hesitant smile creeping onto his face. "Can you show me your latest craft?" he asks, curiosity lighting up his eyes. He recalls the glimpses he caught of your intricate wings, peeking out from beneath your arms earlier.

Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you reply, "Do I?! Yes, yes, but only after I’ve had a chance to rest my body, you know how it is." You cast him a knowing glance, a playful smirk dancing on your lips, and he huffs in mock exasperation, rolling his eyes at your teasing.

"Is not that painful?"

Just then, as you and Levi lounged comfortably in bed, the tranquil silence was interrupted by a low grunt followed by a deep, rumbling purr. You both turned your heads toward the window, your dragon and his dragon, peered in with eyes full of worry and concern. It was clear they were anxious, wondering if the two of you had somehow harm each other.

A shared laugh erupted between you as you exchanged glances, shaking your heads in amusement. "They really think we are hurt," Levi grunted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

You chuckled softly in response, your body still feeling the aftermath, "Do you think they'd been watching us?"

Levi cringes, "Maybe they'd heard the noises, but please, no, I think they don't. Hope not!"

[jeffhardyjams]

“against the ropes” ❦

- jeff hardy x reader

(𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 - 6.0k +)

Description : Y/N joins the Hardy Boyz as a fierce and stylish tag partner against their rivals Edge, Christian, and Lita. With her ever-changing hair and fiery attitude, Y/N quickly catches Jeff Hardy's eye. As enemies turn to lovers, their chemistry ignites both in and out of the ring. After a spectacular victory, Jeff invites Y/N to celebrate with shots at the bar. The night heats up with flirty banter, a steamy makeout session in Jeff's car, and a promise of more to come.

imagine : ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

WWF RAW 4.7.2003

MATCH ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

The locker room was filled with the familiar scent of sweat, adrenaline, and a hint of cheap cologne that wafted in from the corridor. The air was thick with anticipation; tonight was the night Y/N would make her debut as a tag partner for the Hardy Boyz against Edge, Christian, and Lita. It was a big deal, and she was determined to make an impression.

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, her hands deftly applying a fresh layer of electric blue dye to her hair, transforming her locks into a vibrant statement piece that matched her bold personality. A smile crept onto her lips as she thought about the night ahead. She wore a fitted black tank top that clung to her frame, paired with ripped jeans that highlighted her form, and combat boots that gave her an air of rebellious confidence.

“Damn, Y/N, you’re going to steal the show,” Lita remarked, walking into the room with a smirk, her own style a perfect blend of edgy and feminine, reminiscent of the wrestlers they both admired.

“Just trying to keep up with you, Lita,” Y/N teased, applying the final touches to her makeup. “But I think I might give Jeff a run for his money tonight too.” Her smile turned mischievous, knowing full well that the Hardy Boy, with his infamous charm and captivating blue eyes, was undeniably attractive. They’d always had a rivalry, woven with tension and playful banter, and tonight felt like it could change everything.

Then footsteps to the locker room, Lita looks over to Y/N and she decides to open the door to —

“Damn, I can't believe you're the one we're teaming with," Jeff Hardy smirked, leaning against the locker room doorframe, his signature colorful hair falling across his forehead. He looked you up and down, his eyes lingering a little longer than necessary. "Do you actually think you can keep up with me and Matt?"

“Oh please. If anyone can keep up with you, it’s me,” you shot back, crossing your arms and tapping your foot defiantly on the cold floor. You had always shared a competitive relationship with Jeff, filled with banter and rivalry—a subtle, unacknowledged attraction simmered below the surface.

Matt, then walked in adjusting his boots, chuckled. “Careful, Jeff. You don’t want to get burned by that fire. She has a point.”

“Whatever, I’d just like to see her try,” Jeff said, a cocky grin spreading across his face. He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “You better not mess up out there; I’m counting on you not to embarrass us.”

“I’d say the same to you, Hardy,” you shot back, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “But I know you have a thing for the spotlight. Just try to keep it together, okay?”

Your eyes met his, a silent challenge passing between you–a spark igniting a familiar tension.

The arena was alive, chants resonating through the air as the preparations for the match grew underway. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement as she stepped onto the entrance ramp, greeted by the roaring crowd. The Hardyz’ music blared, and she quickly joined Matt and Jeff in the ring.

“Hey, don't screw this up, alright?” Jeff quipped, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned closer, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

“Please, if anyone’s going to screw up, it's going to be you,” she shot back, a smirk plastered on her face. There was an undeniable chemistry in their banter, an electric charge that crackled between them, even as rivals.

They fought hard against Edge and Christian, each moment bringing them closer to victory. Y/N, with aerial skills that rivaled the best, leaped from the ropes, executing a flawless moonsault that brought the crowd to its feet. When the referee counted to three, it felt euphoric—she had secured the win.

POST MATCH BUZZ ˚༺☆༻*

The adrenaline still pumping through her veins, Y/N rushed backstage, the beats of her entrance music echoing in her ears. As she entered the locker room, she found Jeff leaning against the wall, a grin spread across his face.

“That was fucking incredible,” he said, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “I didn’t expect you to pull that off so seamlessly.”

“Did you doubt me?” Y/N challenged, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. She stepped closer, feeling the closeness intensify the energy around them.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, biting his lip as he searched her eyes. “But I’m impressed. You’re one hell of a fighter.”

Lita walked in, her expression brightening at the sight. “That was fucking great but I’m so done! We should celebrate this win at the bar. How about a few shots?”

“Hell yeah babe.” Y/N replied eagerly, her heart racing as she exchanged mocking glances with Jeff.

GETTING CUTE W LITA ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Y/N and Lita spent a good chunk of time getting ready for the bar, rummaging through outfits. They opted for something flirtatious yet edgy—short, tight dresses with fishnet sleeves that highlighted their toned bodies, ready to turn heads.

“Let’s ride together,” Lita said, adjusting her top one last time before stepping out of the locker room, her excitement contagious.

“You got it,” Y/N replied, feeling an exhilarating mix of nerves and eagerness as they hopped into Lita’s car, the music blaring through the speakers.

TIME FOR THE BAR ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

As they arrived at the bar, the atmosphere shifted. The dimly lit ambiance paired with the rhythmic beats created an intoxicating energy that matched their buzzing enthusiasm. Y/N quickly spotted Jeff and Matt at the bar, their laid-back demeanor contrasting with the night’s excitement.

“Shots!” Lita called as they approached, earning wide grins from the boys.

“Hell yes,” Y/N cheered, and the night began with laughter and a series of shots that blurred the lines between competition and camaraderie.

POOL & POOLSIDE CHATS ꩜ .ᐟ

After a while, they made their way to the pool tables, engaging in playful matches, the stakes as high as the drinks. Lita leaned against the table, a teasing grin plastered on her face. “Come on, let’s see what you’re made of, Y/N!”

“Just watch and learn,” Y/N replied, confidence dripping from her voice as she made her shot impeccably.

Jeff watched her intently, his interest piqued. “Nice shot. I bet you can’t do that again.”

“Wanna make it interesting? Loser has to buy the next round,” Y/N challenged, her eyes glinting with playful competition.

“Fine, but be prepared to lose,” Jeff countered, stepping closer, his body practically brushing against hers.

The tension between them grew thick as the night wore on, and soon Y/N decided to take a smoke break outside. The night air was cool against her skin, and she leaned against the wall, relishing the moment.

INTO THE NIGHT ♱

Unsurprisingly, Jeff followed her outside, a curious look on his face. “You really needed a smoke after all those shots, huh?” he teased.

“It’s called balance, Jeff. You should try it sometime,” she retorted, taking a slow drag from her cigarette, her gaze playful yet intense.

“I’m fucking with you. You got a light?” he said, peering intently at her, his own body language mirroring the tension.

“Yeah. Of course” she shot back, grabbing a lighter from her purse. She lit the cigarette as the flame rose on Jeff’s face. Her smile flirtatious and inviting, the air thick with unspoken words.

“Let’s talk in the car,” he suggested, and a rush of anticipation shot through her.

THE CAR CONFESSION ☆

As they reached Jeff’s car, the mood shifted from playful to intimate. He dared to open the door for her, a gentlemanly act that made her heart flutter—the bold one was always the hardest to resist.

Once inside, an electric silence enveloped them. Jeff looked at her, his gaze devouring every detail of her face. “You’ve changed a lot since the last time we went head-to-head,” he murmured, evident intrigue in his eyes.

Y/N smirked, leaning closer. “And you’ve been a pain in my ass since day one. Think you can handle me?”

“That’s what I’m hoping to find out,” he replied, his voice low and throaty, the space between them closing in.

It happened in a flash. Their lips collided, an explosion of pent-up attraction bursting forth; it was heated and passionate, igniting the air around them. She gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other.

The kiss deepened, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her onto his lap. Her heart raced as she intertwined her fingers in his hair, feeling the heat radiating from him, the chemistry undeniable.

“Damn, you really know how to put up a fight, don’t you?” he gasped between kisses, the words sending shivers down Y/N's spine.

“Just wait till you see what I can really do,” she teased breathlessly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.

“Show me,” he dared, their lips brushing together again as they continued their heated makeout session, the world outside fading into nothingness.

As the heat began to simmer down, reality started creeping in, and Y/N pulled back slightly, catching her breath. “Well, this certainly wasn’t the celebration I expected,” she joked, a playful grin lighting up her face.

“Trust me, it was better than anything I could have anticipated,” he replied, his voice still thick with desire.

“Guess I’m going to be a pain in your ass for a while,” she teased, settling back into the passenger seat.

“Bring it on,” he smirked, confident and ready for whatever came next.

---

[ripstefano]

Napoleon's Artillery

Napoleon Bonaparte played a key role in reforming the artillery of the Revolutionary French Army, transforming it into one of its most effective arms. Drawing on the innovations of earlier artillery theorists like Jean-Baptiste Gribeauval, Napoleon emphasized mobility, standardized calibers, and improved organization. He streamlined logistics by reducing the number of cannon types, allowing for faster production, easier maintenance, and more efficient resupply. Under his influence, artillery was no longer merely a support arm but became central to battlefield strategy—often massed and moved rapidly to break enemy lines or defend key positions. These reforms allowed French artillery to deliver devastating barrages with unprecedented speed and coordination, helping to secure many of Napoleon’s early victories.

From "Napoleon's Artillery"

[threewaywithdelusion]

If AFTG was set in the world of The Hunger Games:

Allison is from District 1. She’s a career from the district that makes luxury goods and it explains why her parents are so image-obsessed. Her district-partner, Seth, died in her arms during her games. Many of the Ravens are from 1 or the other Career districts, 2 and 4.

Kevin and Riko are from 2. Two is the darling pet of the Capitol and they’re “brothers” who win consecutive years (they’re Cashmere and Gloss, but from 2). The Moriyamas were a Capitol family who got stuck in 2 when the borders closed (they moved in the opposite direction as the Plinth family). Kayleigh Day was the victor of the first Hunger Games (or maybe the 10th? Maybe she’s this world’s Lucy Gray, who accidentally transformed the Games for years to come and who disappeared mysteriously). The Moriyamas took in Kevin when Kayleigh died, which is how Kevin and Riko grew up as “brothers.”

Renee is from District Three, breeding ground for technology and rebels. The Capitolites love her because she’s a good girl, a model victor. She also makes concessions to Capitol fashion in a way most other victors don’t (rainbow hair). But it’s all a façade to hide her aid to the rebellion. Laila could also be from Three, which is why she has mysterious connections even though she’s not a Career. She’s tied to the rebel network from birth because her father is neck-deep in the plot.

Jean and Elodie are from District 4. A Career district, but not as highly valued as 1 and 2. Jean goes to the Games at 16 and emerges victorious. Elodie is reaped two years later, when Jean, 18 and a Victor, can do nothing to stop it. He cannot help her escape his fate. He mentors her and he watches her die.

Cat’s from 6, transportation. Her family runs a mechanic’s shop and Cat drives an illegal motorcycle as a kid.

Matt is from District 7, lumber, which is why he’s so strong.

Andrew, Aaron, Nicky, and Katelyn are all from District 8, textiles. I imagine this is a district with a lot of child labour in factories and which is pretty poor. The only one of the four of them to go to the Games is Andrew. Aaron’s name was the one reaped. Andrew didn’t even volunteer. He just marched up there, claiming to be Aaron and has been living as his twin ever since. Andrew Minyard is the youngest victor to ever win the Games (he tied Riko for winning at 14, but Riko was almost 15 while Andrew was barely 14, and Riko had never gotten over Andrew "stealing" his achievement).

Neil is from District 10, livestock. His father is The Butcher in more ways than one. His father was a Peacekeeper who stayed in District 10 past his initial assignment and became a sort of hitman, taking orders from the Capitol and local authorities alike and killing for fun whenever he got bored. Jack is also from District 10, the year after Neil, and having to mentor him is making Neil reconsider taking up his father’s career.

Dan is from 11, agriculture and the first district to join 12 in the rebellion. She was an upset victory, because no one expected the girl from 11 to ever win anything. She grew up in the poorest part of town and, like girls from the Seam in 12, had to turn to sex work to survive. She’s a really good mentor and she often volunteers to mentor 12 when they need a someone, which means she mentors Robin alongside Andrew.

Robin is from 12. Twelve never had a victor (or has no living ones) the year Robin is reaped and someone from another district gets assigned to them. Andrew is Robin’s mentor, even though they’re from different districts.

Jeremy is from the Capitol. He’s not a victor, because he would never be reaped. He comes from a prestigious Capitol family, one that didn’t even turn to cannibalism or sympathize with the rebels during the Dark Days. But he’s the Sejanus Plinth black sheep of his family and he’s entirely opposed to the Hunger Games — he joins the rebels as an inside man.

Others:

Given the gender situation in Panem, Cody’s either from 12 (and Covey) or 1. Either way, their gender is looked at with complete bewilderment in the very binary games, but is viewed as either a weird cultural aspect of the the Covey or something that’s just “the latest fad” in 1. If Cameron Winters also exists, then they have to be from 1.

***

The Mentors:

Tetsuji mentors 2. Maybe he’s eventually hired as a Gamemaker, but maybe the main branch of the Moriyamas family never left the Capitol and it’s Kengo/Ichirou who are Gamemakers.

Wymack is either a mentor in 8 (Andrew) or 11 (Dan). He knocked Kayleigh Day up on her victory tour and never found out about Kevin’s existence, until the day Kevin volunteered for the Hunger Games. He doesn't know he's Kevin's father until after the rebellion starts.

Rhemann is a mentor in Three and is a rebel (this world's Beetee).

***

Kathy Ferdinand is Caesar Flickerman.

***

Victors by year:

60: Drake Spear (18)

61: Thea (18)

62: A male career, age 18, to balance out all the younger winners from non-career districts on this list. Grayson Johnson maybe.

63: Renee Walker (15)

64: Riko Moriyama (14)

65: Kevin Day (15)

66: Allison Reynolds (17). Seth Gordon (17) is her district-partner, but he dies.

67: Dan Wilds (17)

68: "Aaron" Minyard (14)

69: Laila Dermott (16)

70: Matt Boyd (18)

71: Jean Moreau (16) -- Zane goes in this year too, becomes an ally to Jean because Jean's a Career and he wants to join the Career Pack, then tries to kill Jean in his sleep.

72: Neil Josten (17)

73: Catalina Alvarez (18)

74: Robin Cross (14) and Elodie Moreau (13) are both reaped. Both die. Jean, Andrew, and Dan are their mentors and grow closer. Jean stops trying to be good after Elodie dies and throws his lot in with the rebels. The Mockingjay is... Lucas Johnson? Cody Winters? Or maybe Robin shouldn't die and should be the Mockingjay instead, with Andrew as her Haymitch.

75, Quarter Quell: Final ages for everyone the year of the 75th Hunger Games: Drake (33), Thea (32), Renee (27), Riko (25), Kevin (25), Allison (26), Dan (25), Andrew (21), Laila (22), Matt (23), Jean (20), Neil (20), Cat (20). Robin, if she's alive, (15).

[th3-gr3at-capt4in]

🂱𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃🂱

☞︎︎︎ ℝ- 𝕄𝔸𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼 ☞︎︎︎ 𝙼 𝚡 𝙼 (𝚄𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍)

☞︎︎ 𝕋𝕎: 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 ☞︎︎ 1.0𝚔 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 @veiled-lil-lamb @ask-declanwilsons

𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍.

- 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝

Life was like a carousell, it had ups and downs since the first ray of sun dared to peak from the never ending darkness of the universe.

It sprouted on baby rocky planets who were once filled to the brim from sentient beings. They evolved and reproduced, created and destroyed by the law of the strongest. They perished under their own weight but they also managed to lift it and transform it into something beautiful. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆.

Love was the seed of life, a concept too complicated to be understood by the lesser life forms but simple enough to make them stay together for the rest of their lives. They walked together, they breathed the same air and they made home together.

Simple yet fulfilling dreams coming from the corners of their mind.

It remained deep and hidden for centuries and millennia, waiting to peak again after smelling its other half. It peaked and looked and sometimes it dared to come out fully.

Every being yearns for its presence. Every human being yearns for love but they are different. Their twisted minds now wanted to swim in gold and futile things after looking at love and judging it was too secondary to be considered important enough to give it attention.

But it was always there. The humans simply forgot about it. They wanted more and so they created weapons, armies and left deaths behind.

It was true but not entirely. Two soldiers looked at eachother one time, one fatal time.

The bond forged in the battlefield was much more than a simple “brothers in arms”, it was a vow to never get your battle buddy killed.

They looked at eachother, the one with the black jeans looked in those deep irises. They held many secrets.

They both hald to hold a post, a position worth the lives of many. Everything came down in an instant. As the sun scorched their skins, bullets broke and shattered everywhere. Explosions and dreadful silence kept them company. One mag after another, their position became compromised.

They danced between different positions to give the enemy the illusion of fighting two souls that were too thin to be moved or spotted.

These two souls fought together and grew up together on the field. They knew the others' tastes and movements, their very essence. That knowledge became something more powerful when they ended up caring for the other man on many occasions.

They lifted their spirits up drinking fine bourbon when given the chance, their hands clinked with the glasses in the name of victory. Their mouths brushed against each other or just gave a peck on the forehead when deserved.

They claimed those acts were mere courtesy, just there to alleviate the pain and to let known the presence of the other.

Love was prohibited among the ranks, they said it could fog up your judgement. That was true.

Yet they did not care. Trenches were their house, rocks were their chairs and adrenaline was the puppy they always brought around.

Eyes were their warmth, the one in the black jeans looked at them, ever so full of dulled life. And those deep colors surrounding the irises, now the black jeans were left in some part of the humid floor. He felt the other's hands, strong and capable of lifting the world and putting it between them.

His friend said he could do that and in an instant he felt those fingers carving softness in his stoic expression. His pupils widened, not for fear but for something else.

Soon they were stripped away and returned to the scarred flesh, they continued to make paths for the rivers full of affection. His mask was left behind, his mouth agape and his pointy canines perking from the fleshy cave.

Full of adorations his movements were. Full of life, something he yearned to see in his comrade. Something he lost long ago and wanted to know how he looked before.

He ran a hand on his chest, the center beating calmly. He spread palm wanting to take what he could and never letting it go. The other allowed him.

Those strong shoulders were a testimony of sins and blood committed for a life other man could only imagine. He was sorry as he explored all the torso, he could try to help him in some way but all those prays fell to deaf ears

Lust was the reason behind his movements, adoration was the one guiding them. His hand stopped right before the band on the tactical pants. The happy trail faintly adorned his toned chest and disappeared.

He was silent. They both were but soon the atmosphere changed.

Backs connected in a moment of shared passion. Deep thoughts coming alive by the sheer need of understanding the other was alive. They were alive and they proclaimed it by calling the others' names with breathless whimpers.

The stronger one bit the others’ neck, telling him to let go of any worry and to allow him to give him a moment of peace.

They thought they lost themselves in the fogs of war, broken up by the overwhelming amount of enemies.

“𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞” “𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫” “𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬”

Those were the promises shared as a sacred vow. They were never meant to survive this inferno but at last love peaked from its hideout and decided to take the reins.

Their breathing was erratic and their hearts thrashed to feel others’. Their blood was mixed and now staining proudly their mouths and chests.

Hands got intertwined between the thin strands of chapped hair, barely being able to get a good grip. Now silence fell and in the distance echoed the screams of mortars and clashing tanks.

Soldiers screamed and yelled something about retreating but they did not budge. They sought peace, a peaceful life that could come to life after this deployment.

They were both getting old. Crow feet crowned their eyes and silver gave a shade of moonlight to their heads. They looked at eachother and just as that they agreed silently to end this once and for all.

Love wagged its tail and trotted happily around them as they dressed up again and ran back to their safe haven. Their future shared home.

[cry-ptidd]

Very curious on Laura’s mommy and siblings, is there anything you can share?

I absolutely can!

Laura's mother is called Anne (her maiden surname being Charbonnier). She and Jean married in 1735, both aged around 25, and had ten nine children.

Physically, the first thing that had come to mind when I imagined her design was curly blonde hair and a long swan neck. Anne's build is quite tall and slender despite her age and number of pregnancies, and she has some noticeable birthmarks. Laura inherited her mom's diamond-shaped face and curly hair, as opposed to her dad's nose, freckles and complexion.

Anne was a headstrong and hardworking woman, with a strong loyalty to her husband despite his sour reputation. Laura was her first and eldest daughter, and both the pregnancy and birth were difficult for Anne, who nearly died in labor. However, miraculously, both her and her baby survived and made full recoveries. Thus, Jean baptized their daughter "Laura", to celebrate their little victory.

Laura was, as I said before, Jean's favorite child for that reason, and the fact that she was obedient and as headstrong as her mother solidified that fact. Anne saw it as privileging Laura, who also bothered her a bit because of her disinterest in marriage and her very outspoken faith, and so paid more attention to her other children and left Laura for her husband to take care of. Anne wasn't a bad mother and did her best, but she did emotionally neglect and/or lash out at Laura often, with an added touch of buried resentment due to the difficult birth.

When Laura got afflicted with her situation, Anne was so shocked she didn't speak to anyone for a week and worked her hands raw at chores to distract herself. She didn't go visit Laura, afraid of how painful it would be. An underlying guilt will follow her for the rest of her life, and her usual stern expression melted into one that appeared constantly worried or downcast after Laura's disappearance. Her husband, just as pained by the whole thing, silently forbade her and their children from speaking about Laura; it was a sour spot that the other villagers never brought up either due to the family's grief.

As for the Chastel children, here's their names directly from Wikipedia. I am NOT drawing all these guys.

There was rivalry between all of them, though it was never really serious and mostly just the product of their upbringing. Laura got along with her sisters better despite their lack of common interests, but also didn't overtly have problems with her brothers. As the oldest, Laura was the one reeling them in and often babysitting, always bringing them out of trouble. Her brothers would grow to feel protective of her in their teenhood, and constantly try to find her a man much to her annoyance. Jean forbade them from going to see her when she got bitten, mostly due to the pain of the transformation causing Laura to have to be constantly restrained.

After Laura's disappearance, the family dynamic started to turn sour, with a constant air of not addressing the elephant in the room. Some of the siblings left the town completely, while a few others turned out not so great; most ended up with normal lives, trying to move on from the tragedy that occurred. No mention of Laura would be spoken, as they all decided that talking about it would be too painful, especially considering the lack of answers they all have - and that Jean refuses to give.

[sendpseuds]

“Christ, Spencer’s still exists!?”

It has been many years since Obi-Wan has found himself at the mall, and if it weren’t for fear of incurring the wrath of his ex-wife, he’s fairly certain he never would have returned to this godforsaken place.

“You know what Spencer’s is?” 

Korkie’s voice is incredulous, arms crossed over his chest, staring up at Obi-Wan with his mother’s arched eyebrow like his father can’t possibly have knowledge about anything even mildly fun or cool.

Obi-Wan wants to roll his eyes.

Instead, he digs his nails into his palm.

Before you I was fun.

Before you I was cool.

“Of course I do,” he replies with a haughty huff, trying to swallow the defensive feeling in his throat, “When I was your age we would actually hang out at the mall.”

Korkie laughs.

Not kindly.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan feels even less cool than he had a moment before.

“You know,” Korkie muses as they near the novelty shop in question, his voice settling to a low note Obi-Wan isn’t sure he’s heard the boy hit before, finally settling into all the terrible changes and challenges of being a teenager, “Mom never lets me go in there—”

Translation: Here’s your chance to be the fun parent. The cool parent. 

It’s the oldest trick in the book, and frankly, he expects more from his own son, but they’ve got a long terrible day of ex-wife-mandated back-to-school shopping ahead of them and Obi-Wan thinks he’d rather start the nightmare with a smiling teen than a sulking one.

“I am curious,” Obi-Wan says, completely bypassing the comment about Satine. If he’s taking his son into what is, essentially, every teenager’s first sex shop, he’s at least going to make it his idea, “I wonder how much has changed.”

The excited smile on Korkie’s face looks a whole lot like victory.

“You can’t tell your mother.”

“Never,” Korkie promises before rushing ahead and into the dimly lit store.

Somehow, decades later, this place looks exactly the same. 

Dark.

Disorganized.

Debaucherous.

So very dark.

The front of the shop is littered with graphic t-shirts and novelty items — party games, gag gifts, and kitschy decor — the merchandise growing more and more adult the further back the display is. Obi-Wan is sure there are fuzzy handcuffs and dildos back by the Playboy posters and lava lamps but he remembers what it was like to be a teenage boy and Korkie’s going to learn about all of it sooner or later.

[And Satine is certainly not going to teach him about it if the boy’s recounting of her almost horrifyingly clinical sex talk is anything to go by.]

Korkie runs his hand over the orange owl on a black Hooter’s shirt and now, Obi-Wan does roll his eyes.

When the boy looks up, the mischievous smile on his face immediately transforms into a seething scowl.

He’s getting quite good at that look.

He looks so much like his mother.

“Don’t follow me, Dad!” Korkie bites out, scoffing loudly when Obi-Wan holds his hands up in surrender, turning on his heal and disappearing behind a shelf of alien-themed housewares.

“Yeah, Dad,” an unfamiliar voice says from somewhere behind him, the man’s tone low and teasing, “Leave him alone.”

Obi-Wan turns and finds himself pinned in place by eyes as blue as the Bad Bitch neon hanging beside him.

The beautiful young man standing behind the counter is wrapped all in black, ripped jeans slung low on his hips, plain black t-shirt beneath a leather harness, the sort Obi-Wan has never seen anyone wear outside of a porno and certainly never in public. Dyed black hair is growing out blonde at the roots and there’s a scar through the eyebrow that isn’t pierced and the way his stunning smile only grows makes something stir in the pit of Obi-Wan’s stomach.

I used to be cool.

I used to wear risky clothing and a ring in my ear.

I used to pop pills and smoke cigarettes.

I used to be young and hot.

Now, I’m just Dad.

“Well, that’s a surprise,” the stunning creature working at Spencer’s says, his voice lower than it was a moment ago, those wild blue eyes unabashedly tracing up and down Obi-Wan’s body with an amused grin, placing both his hands flat on the counter and hinging forward at the hips, arching his spine in a way that makes Obi-Wan sway forward, his eyes falling to a pair of perfect pink lips, imagining the metal piercing hard and cold between his teeth as they part to speak.

“I think I’d rather call you Daddy.”

[part two][part three]

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Mr. Fix It

For a man who refuses to don a hat unless he’s in uniform, Steven J. McGarrett sure wears a lot of them. A decorated Navy SEAL, leader of the governor’s task force, expert pilot, sport pro, amateur (although he’d argue with you on that) mechanic, occasional ukulele player, son, brother, friend, uncle, husband, dog dad, and now race car-bed-putter-together. The man’s talents clearly know no bounds.

Leaning against the doorway of Charlie’s bedroom in Danny’s house, you can’t help but admire the view before you. Your husband has traded in his usual cargo pants and t-shirt for a pair of form fitting jeans that hug his lower half in all the right places and a plaid button up that shows off his muscular back and arms. A tool belt is slung low across his hips, and a few dirty jokes featuring the hammer and screwdriver tucked into their designated slots pop into your head unbidden. Steve slides the pencil out from behind his ear to make a mark on the wood, then grips the writing implement between his teeth to free up his hands. That draws your attention to the scruff currently dotting his cheeks and the sexy patch of gray along his chin that’s been steadily growing with every birthday that passes. He bends over to fit two pieces of the bed frame together, and your promise to Danny to not fool around in his house is suddenly dangerously close to being broken.

Passing Steve on your way to collect more wallpaper, you gather two handfuls of denim in a firm squeeze and appreciatively murmur, “Nice ass, stud.”

Your husband lets out an amused grunt, straightening up to his full height and tucking the pencil back in its rightful spot before turning to you with one eyebrow raised. “What was that, you cheeky little brat? Huh? You objectifying me again?”

“I said,” you emphasize as you climb the ladder with your next few feet of racing stripe wallpaper, “that’s a nice brass stud!”

“Yeah, okay,” Steve says, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Hey, lemme ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“You think Danno could fit in this bed, too?”

You turn to your husband, trying and failing to bite back your laughter. “You’re objectively the worst. And I’m telling him you said-”

Steve’s phone ringing interrupts your threat, and he brandishes his cell with a playful grin. “Speak of the Jersey devil.” He answers the phone, the smile melting off his face at whatever he’s hearing on the other end. After a few tense moments, he ends the call and then walks up to you on the ladder with a sigh.

“Duty calls?” you ask knowingly.

“Sorry, baby,” he pouts, leaning up to kiss you three times for I love you.

“Don’t get hurt, Steve!” you call to his retreating form down the hallway, getting a confident, “I won’t!” in response.

“I’m serious,” you yell louder as his footsteps grow quieter. “You’ve reached your allotted hospital visits for the month!”

__________

Later that night, you find yourself in the same position as this morning at the entrance to Charlie’s room, this time admiring the way the space has transformed into a little boy’s dream and enjoying the Indy 500 animatedly playing out before you.

“…and the crowd goes wild,” your husband declares, whisper-yelling cheers as Charlie grins proudly beside him. Steve tucks a victorious Charlie into bed before smoothing the little tyke’s hair down and pressing his lips to his forehead with a quiet, “I love you, buddy.” He joins you in the doorway, and your heart swells at Charlie’s voice sleepily calling out, “Goodnight, Uncle Steve! Goodnight, Auntie!”

“Goodnight, bubba, we love you,” you respond softly, flicking off the light switch and leaving only the glowing CHARLIE’S ROOM on the opposite wall as a nightlight. 

“Hey, race you in the morning?” Steve asks, head tilted in question. Charlie nods enthusiastically and his uncle reciprocates his excitement with a resounding, “Boom.”

Steve pulls the door shut behind you, and as you make your way down the hallway, you wrap your arms around his waist and lean into his solid form. “Should we make one?”

Your husband looks down at you, one eyebrow raised, and squeezes your hip. “You want a little race car bed, too?”

“Steve-” you groan, but he carries on with, “I mean, sure, but I’ll smoke your ass every time, babe.”

Laughing, you grip his face in one hand and smush his cheeks together until his nose scrunches up from a smile. “No, you doofus,” you correct him, “I meant should we start trying? Make a mini you?”

Steve’s eyes shine with adoration, and he shifts your hand to his mouth to press kisses against your palm. “You want to have a baby?”

“I think being a daddy would suit you well, Commander,” you purr, trailing your fingers down the sliver of skin peeking between the open buttons of his plaid shirt.

“That turn you on?” your husband teases in turn, taking note of the glint in your eye.

“I mean…” You trail off, looking up at him with a suggestive smirk. Using the collar of his shirt as leverage, you tug him closer and confess, “Uncle Steve with his kiddos is a hottie, don’t get me wrong, but Daddy Steve? One baby tucked up in each of those arms?” Your hands glide along his muscular biceps and you let out a hum of appreciation.

Steve’s eyes go wide, and he stills your wandering hands. “Woah there, two? At the same time?”

“Well, we can’t have one of your biceps getting bigger than the other,” you clarify. “You’d look dumb.”

“Oh, of course, of course,” he acquiesces, nodding. “You really want twins?”

“Steve,” you tut. “Don’t tell me the big bad Navy SEAL is afraid of dealing with two tiny humans.”

“I’m not afraid, I’m just, y’know- one is- is a lot already. Joanie could be a handful, so think about two of ‘em, two at the same time would be-”

“Hey,” you cut off his rambling, pulling him down to your level for a sound kiss. “How ‘bout we go home and get some practice in, and we’ll talk more about this tomorrow?” Steve’s hands glide down your body until they settle on your backside with a firm grip, and you take that as a yes. Pressing your lips to his again, you murmur, “Sound like a plan, McGarrett?”

He fixes you with a devilish grin in response. “Hooyah.”

__________

[A/N: I 👏🏽 love 👏🏽 this 👏🏽 man 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 My McGarrett obsession is somehow reaching dangerous new heights sos 🥵 And the thought of Daddy™️ as a daddy? Jesus take the wheel]

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY: Grim Tales

Calling of the Witchblade

Jaune and Sage waited outside the Rose-Xiao Long house wearing their costumes. Sage wore a dark blue suit and had prop pistol attached to his waist. Jaune, meanwhile, was dressed as a barbarian, complete with a black headband, leather boots and furred loincloth. Sage giggled slightly as he saw him shiver.

Sage: See, this is why I told you that going shirtless was a bad idea.

Jaune: I'm not cold, I'm just nervous. I've never met a girlfriend's parents before. What do I even say?

Sage: Dude, relax. I've already met Mr Xiao Long and Miss Rose before and they're totally cool. I'm sure they'll love you. Well, if you aren't too much like yourself.

Jaune: *deadpan look* Gee, thanks. *rings doorbell*

Sage/Jaune: Trick or treat!

The door opened and inside stood Yang and Ruby. Yang wore a stylish yellow dress, black waist ribbon, black stockings, yellow boots and a witch's hat. Ruby was dressed as a werewolf, with red fake wolf ears and tail, red paws and red furred boots. They looked at their boyfriends and smirked delightfully.

Yang: Looks it's treats for us.

Ruby: Yep! *playful growl*

Jaune: *blushes* H-Hi Ruby, happy birthday. *hugs her*

Sage: *small laugh* Hey there, babe. *kisses Yang*

Taiyang: Ah, so the boys have finally arrived.

Taiyang walked into the hallway holding 3 large pumpkins. He had grey zombie facepaint and wore a ripped shirt and jeans.

Sage: Great to see you again, Mr Xiao Long.

Jaune: Um, nice to meet you sir. I'm Jaune. Jaune Arc.

Taiyang: Pleasure. *shakes Jaune's hand* Oooh, quite a grip.

Yang: Hey day, you need a hand with those pumpkins?

Taiyang: It's all good, sweetheart. Besides, you better save those hands for the Carving Contest.

Yang: Aw yeah! You're so going down this year! *points at Tai*

Ruby: Has anyone heard from mom yet?

Yang: Beats me. She's never this late.

Taiyang: She probably got held up at work. It's probably nothing.

* * *

[City of Vale- Murk District]

Summer Rose wandered into a dingy, slimey alleyway. On her right hand was a silver bracelet with a ruby at the center and it faintly glowed as she continued walking.

Summer: You'd better show yourself. It's my daughter's birthday and I do NOT intend on being late!

Low growling could be heard from all corners and 3 Beowolves peered from the shadows. Summer's bracelet glowes brighter and her red leather jacket and black jeans transformed into scarlet armour that exposed most of her voluptuous body. The Beowolves snarled and lunged towards her. Summer smirked and made quick work of them. She threw several punches and kicks at the Grimm, sending them flying across the alleyway. They gave pained moans before crumbling to ash.

Summer: Was that it? Give me a break.

Her short lived victory was interrupted by a loud roar coming from behind her. She turned around to see an Ursa raising its claw. She managed to block the attack just in time, yet was still knocked back slightly. Summer regained compsure and a long blade protruded from her right arm. The Ursa roared fiercely and got on all fours. They stared at each other intensely before making the charge.

SLASH!!!

A chunk of the Ursa's arm was torn off and it toppled over. Summer turned and leaped onto its stomach and stabbed it in the neck. Black blood seeped out and, like its Beowolf bretheren, the Ursa crumbled to ash. Summer transformed back to her street clothes and left the alleyway.

Summer: What a waste of time. I spent hours trying to search for clues and all I get are low-level Grimm.

Suddenly, the caws of crows filled the air and Summer looked up to find a murder of them flying above her.

Summer: Hmph. What the hell do you want, Qrow?

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Out December 2023 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

❤️ Caught in a Bad Fauxmance by Elle Gonzalez Rose 🧡 Heartstopper #5 by Alice Oseman 💛 This Cursed Light by Emily Thiede 💚 All The Hidden Paths by Foz Meadows 💙 Vampires of Eden: Book One by Karla Nikole 💜 Not My Type by Joe Satoria ❤️ Storm in Her Heart by KC Luck 🧡 Eternal Embrace by Luna Lawson 💛 A River of Golden Bones by A.K. Mulford 💙 Tomb of Heart and Shadow by Cara N. Delaney 💜 Through the Embers Volume 2 by Adriana Sargent 🌈 Lucero by Maya Motayne

❤️ The Poison Paradox by Hadley Field & Felix Green 🧡 Second Chances in New Port Stephen: A Novel by TJ Alexander 💛 Matrimonial Merriment by Nicky James 💚 Under the Christmas Tree by Jacqueline Ramsden 💙 Every Beat of Her Heart by KC Richardson 💜 The Memories of Marlie Rose by Morgan Lee Miller ❤️ Playing with Matches by Georgia Beers 🧡 Always Only You by Chloe Liese 💛 Fire in the Sky by Radclyffe and Julie Cannon 💙 Nuclear Sunrise by Jo Carthage 💜 The Naked Dancer by Emme C. Taylor 🌈 Resurrections by Ada Hoffmann

❤️ Destiny’s Women by Morgan Elliott 🧡 Framed by Kate Merrill 💛 The Spoil of Beasts by Gregory Ashe 💚 Catered All the Way by Annabeth Albert 💙 A Cynic’s Christmas Conundrum by L.M. Bennett 💜 Yours for the Taking by Gabrielle Korn ❤️ One Swipe Away by Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue 🧡 The Gentlemen’s Club by A.V. Shener 💛 A Death at the Dionysus Club by Melissa Scott and Amy Griswold 💙 Secrets of the Soul by Holly Oliver 💜 Like They Do in the Movies by Nan Campbell 🌈 Limelight by Gun Brooke

❤️ Heart First by S.B. Barnes 🧡 Grave Consequences by Sandra Barret 💛 Haunted by Myth by Barbara Ann Wright 💚 Invisible by Anna Larner 💙 The Murders at Sugar Mill Farm by Ronica Black 💜 Coasting and Crashing by Ana Hartnett ❤️ Fairest by K.S. Trenten 🧡 A City of Abundant Opportunity by Howard Leonard 💛 The Dark Side of MIdnight by Erin Wade 💙 Mending Bones by Merlina Garance 💜 Transform by Connal Braginsky & Sean Ian O’Meidhir 🌈 The Apple Diary by Gerri Hill

❤️ TruLove by Nicole Pyland 🧡 Structural Support by Sloan Spencer 💛 Whiskey War by Stacy Lynn Miller 💚 Overkill by Lou Wilham 💙 Heart of Outcasts by Nicole Silver 💜 In the Shadow of Victory by J. E. Leak ❤️ Just Like Her by Fiona Zedde 🧡 Gingerbread: Claus For Christmas by Miski Harris 💛 Lies are Forever by C. Jean Downer 💙 The Boys in the Club by M.T. Pope 💜 Lasting Light (Metal & Magic) by Michelle Frost 🌈 Tell No Tales by Edie Montreux

❤️ Radio Silence by Alice Oseman 🧡 Even Though We're Adults Vol. 7 by Takako Shimura 💛 The Accidental Bite by Michelle St. Wolf 💚 Mated to the Demons by Taylor Schafer 💙 Someday Away by Sara Elisabeth 💜 Gatherdawn Luminia Duet Volume 1 by Lee Colgin ❤️ Curse of Dawn by Richard Amos 🧡 Healing the Twin by Nora Phoenix 💛 Ride Me by KD Ellis 💙 How to Bang a Vampire by Joe Satoria 💜 Cthulhu for Christmas by Meghan Maslow 🌈 Prestige by Toni Reeb

❤️ Don't Look Down by Jessica Ann 🧡 Winter and the Wolves by Chris Storm and Kinkaid Knight 💛 Hat Trick by Ajay Daniel 💚 Starborn Husbands: Return to the Pleiades by S. Legend 💙 Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume by Vawn Cassidy 💜 Practice for Toby by Amy Bellows ❤️ The Siren's Song by Crista Crown 🧡 Hers to Hunt K.J. Devoir

[emkayewrites]

These two pictures inspired one of the chapters of my Lukola fanfiction called 'Curtain Fall'...

Here's a sneak preview:

17th June 2022 – Brockenhurst (UK)

Everything about The Pig exuded charming British elegance. Nestled in the heart of the historic New Forest National Park, the homely country manor served as a five-star hotel with an acclaimed restaurant. It was a favourite weekend escape for city dwellers who were attracted to it for its natural beauty; from free-roaming local horses to ancient woodlands that were perfect for long walks.

It was a place particularly revered for offering the finest of traditional English dining without excessive pretension. The dining rooms had a rustic, cosy charm, featuring open fires and mismatched antique furniture.

Nicola and Luke sat opposite each other at a farmhouse-style table in a private dining room called the Green Room that was reserved for special guests. A Victorian-style fireplace and floor-to-ceiling conservatory doors opened onto a private garden terrace. Before them lay a half-eaten feast: salads with organic vegetables from the estate's garden, freshly baked bread with warm butter, a plate of oyster mushroom pappardelle for her, and a sourdough pizza for him.

They had been invited to this countryside retreat for the weekend courtesy of the production team. This was their first day and they had been greeted with a prepared lunch. He sat there in a slightly over-sized salmon button-down shirt and jeans. In contrast, she was dressed in a little more sophistication. She wore a dark tapestry mini dress with tie shoulders that cinched in her waist in a way she hoped would be flattering.

"You know, when Jess told me we should get bonding, she mentioned doing it over a coffee. This is a little more than a coffee." Nicola laughed, trying to shake the awkwardness off herself. She was used to spending time with Luke but this setting felt different. It felt intimate.

"It's on brand though." Luke replied, nodding at their surroundings. He was not wrong. This could be a room straight from Bridgerton.

She reached out and touched the green wall panels.

"What do you reckon this is – Farrow and Ball?" She quizzed.

"What's that?"

"You haven't heard of Farrow and Ball?"

He shrugged in an I don't know what to tell you sort of way.

"Well, that surprises me. Maybe you're not as posh as I think you are." She teased. "It's very posh paint, with pretentious names like Elephant's Fanny and Leopard's Arse."

He laughed. "OK, that's quite enough. You need to stop calling me posh. People might start believing you and expecting things from me."

"Anything east of Dublin is posh," she retorted, making him laugh again.

This is what she thrived on: banter. Their friendship was based on her dry wit and sarcasm. Making him or anyone else on set laugh was a small victory for her.  She was trying hard not to think about having to switch gears and drop the humour she wore as armour.

She had not wanted to admit it, but sitting across from him now, it was harder to deny: he was absolutely beautiful. To make matters worse, he was kind too.

Why couldn't the love interest be someone with a hideous personality in real life? She found herself wandering.

She was barely out of her reverie when he reached out and wrapped his hand around hers, guiding it gently away from the wall and in front of his face, inches from his lips. He took a deep breath, and his blue eyes bore into her own.

Oh God, that was his Colin face.

You can read more here:

[toexpectamagicalmeaning]

The girl clasps her hands together, as if in prayer, her eyes squeezing shut as the incantation escapes her lips as it has so many times in the past.

Shimmering velvet blue dotted with glimmering stars engulfs her, drawing the attention of a handful of civilians. It's not a problem, necessarily; though she was nowhere near as enamored by crowds as her fellow team senior, the Magical Girl of Happiness, living life lauded as a heroine did mean their team garnered quite a bit of fame, and certain especially pressing battles required they transform in front of the mundane anyway. But that wasn't important now, was it?

"Karma, guide my sword." The stars surrounding her descend onto her sundress and blazer, making them glow brightly. Her dark jean blazer glows a pastel blue, almost white, as the back expands out and the sleeves retract, becoming soft frills, transforming into a translucent white shawl.

In contrast, the stars on her pale azure sundress settle onto the skirt's bottom, extending it to the floor and covering her once plain blue flats as they shifted into navy blue kitten heels, lines like those on a constellation map crisscrossing over the buckles.

The dress turns as dark as the night sky, even cycling from sky to night blue like a time lapse from morning to midnight, slowly fading to a dark gray as it reached her upper body, a small turtleneck cropping up at the top. An ebony spade blossoms on the dress' sternum.

"Chivalry, craft my shield." Her arms and legs lengthen, figure maturing in general, though the eagle eyed would notice the way it exacerbated her somewhat uncanny body shape. Her lanky limbs and torso become almost emaciated in how thin she grows, the tips of her fingers sharpening to points. She grows from relatively average, if tall, for a late middle school student to towering over even a normal adult, yet not growing thicker in places to compensate.

The black of a moonless night creeps up from her fingertips and fades away half way up her upper arms. A hard, matte shell of the same deep black engulfs the side of her face as she winces, a line of horns erupting from it.

"Victory, await my arrival." The small band keeping her hair in its side plait bursts into a microcosm of radiance, almost like a miniature galaxy, letting it loose. The luminous energy settles into her shoulder length hair and extends it; were it to simply hang down, it would easily reach at least the back of her shins, but it flows in the air as if backed by a constant breeze, or drifting in zero gravity.

Her light blue locks, much like her dress, darken into a facsimile of the night sky, stars and constellations lighting up in her hair before the tips fade into black, a particularly bright cluster of stars forming into a small white diadem topped with three spades, a larger one between two smaller ones.

"No villain shall pierce the hearts of the innocent so long as I am standing." As the final touch, a single tear escapes her remaining eye, settling into her cheek as a cold, black teardrop shape.

"In the name of love and justice! Here comes Magical Girl!"

Bright white lines connect the stars above her like a constellation, outlining a navy blur handle that she snatches out of the air as many more begin to hover around her. The blade is long, thin, and steely gray from the handle and fades to pitch-dark at the tip.

Fully transformed and well-armed, the Magical Girl of Justice bounds out of the alley she found herself in, in hot pursuit of the sludge monster.

"Woah, who's that Hero? I've never seen her before."

"She's so pretty! But what happened to her face and arms?"

"Dude, come on, don't be an ass..."

"What even is her Quirk?"

The murmurs of wonder fill her with a warm nostalgia as she begins to glow and glimmer from within. Though, she can't help but take note of a few discrepancies in what they were saying... They didn't recognize her, oddly enough, though considering she didn't recognize where she was either, perhaps that was less strange than it should have been. And Heroes... Quirks... They sound important. That is something that could be left for later, though. She isn't as obsessed with hunting villains like her kouhai, the Magical Girls of Love and Courage, Love especially, but any protector worth their salt knew that they couldn't simply be left to run amok.

Teleportation is a simple spell that all her sisters know, and though she can't simply teleport to the vile villain without knowing where he was, she can teleport to a building to get a better vantage point. The swords floating around her thrust into the ground as she's overtaken by bright white light, the last she hears in the street being cries of awe and frantic speculation.

Regrettably, the moment that she lands on top of the highest building, she notices the fiend slip into the sewers. The girl frowns, faint prickles of despair frustration nipping at her heart. There was no way she'd be able to fit inside a sewer, a lesson she and her sisters had learned so many years ago... The Magical Girl of Love had had an awfully rose tinted view of such a waste tinted area from all the cartoons she had watched. Thank goodness for magic and its nigh infinite uses, including but not limited to cleaning oneself far deeper than any regular shower. Not that the pink Magical Girl hadn't spent quite a while in the shower later regardless, crying and wailing about how gross she felt the whole time...

The thought makes her heart melt and freeze all at once, like permafrost. Despair oozes from nostalgia like an open wound, the memory of what happened tainted by the memory of what would come. For a split second, the spade on her chest becomes checkered, then striped, before reverting. A breath in, a breath out, and she settles. There's nothing to be done. There never is. She is never enough. She can never do anything.

She looks around from the building's top, searching for other villains to fight, but spots them getting into fights with other people in brightly colored uniforms. These people... Heroes, most likely, have things under control. She can't help but smile slightly at the sight of other defenders of the weak and innocent. She's too far to see specifics in most cases, but it's hard to miss flares of fire, gusts of wind, people soaring through the air, or a woman growing to the size of a building. Said woman happens to look towards the girl standing atop another building, and though she likely wouldn't have spotted her, it's enough of a reminder that she doesn't have to be transformed at the moment.

One final scan around the area reveals a library nearby, and if there were anything to do now, it would be to learn about the world she's in right now. Everything seemed too... Clean for The City, even for a District's Nest, an area personally presided over by the mega-corporations that were The Wings of The World. There were no signs of the Backstreets, either, the anarchic slums that every District devolved into outside the eyes of its Wing.

The Magical Girl teleports into an alleyway near her destination and undoes her transformation, only realizing what she had done after the fact.

"I... Untransformed...?" When was the last time she'd done that? More and more questions piling up... Though, that's not something she could look up in a library, necessarily.

Either way, she strolls into the library, filled with books (though not as many as The Library she had come from; no normal library could ever match The Director's magnum opus) and starting to fill with students fresh out of class for the day.

What to look into for now?

[The Magical Girl of Justice is open for asks!]

[The top two results will be researched, but you can only vote for one option (blame Tumblr's poll settings, I suppose). In the event the "something else" option wins, I will make another, shorter poll with all distinct suggestions (or umbrella options for particularly narrow ones) and have you vote on those.]

[starwarsmum]

Dickinette Feb day 9 at last

@maribat-calendar-events

After two weeks of daily calls, mostly threatening, Marinette was sorely tempted to change her number. But whenever she thought about the number of things she would have to update, not to mention the people, she held off. 

And then she had claimed friendship with his little brother, trying to get through to a kid she thought was doing something reckless and he renewed his promise that he was going to get back to her - one way or another.

She sighed as she locked up after getting home, a long day having put her through more of the same. Things were getting tedious, and she needed a break in her abduction cases so she had decided to throw caution to the wind and start a hunt during her evenings.

So after night fell properly, and she had finished a call with her parents, she slipped running shoes on and a thick jacket. She slipped a beanie on to keep her hair firmly away from any grabbing hands should something happen and her defence kit.

The first few struggles she broke up were muggings and, though she tried to detain the culprits, the victims often ran before she could get them to stick around. And without someone to press charges it would only keep them busy for a couple of hours.

Whenever she came across a street kid, she offered them small amounts of cash, or gave them her work card for if they needed help. It was hard work, but it gave her the rush of knowing she was helping at a basic level. It even reminded her of being Ladybug to an extent.

But she couldn't deny the excitement that pulsed through her when she heard a kid shouting and two gruff voices making threats. With a burst of speed, she threw herself into the alley the noise was coming from and launched herself at one of the two bigger masses.

The fight was a blur and she took a couple of glancing blows to her back, but she fought like she'd been taught by Kagami - you don't give them a second to think and you aim for the soft spots. So when she was standing victoriously over the pair, she pulled out her zip ties and secured their wrists quickly.

When she turned back, she hadn't expected the kid to still be standing there so she did a small double take. And then she blinked and had to look again because, although he was wearing very dirty clothes, a hoodie and jeans that had frayed around the knees, he was familiar. But even his shoes were worn thin and covered in filth, which confused her.

“Damian?” Marinette said, astonished. Of all the people she had expected to run into that evening, this had to be the least probable. “What are you doing out here this late at night? Did you lose a family member or something?”

“...no,” Damian said. He refused to look her in the eye, arms crossed and pouting off to the side. Marinette sighed and pulled her phone out.

“Okay, well, since I pulled you out of a sticky situation, you have three options,” she said, keeping her voice firm. “And only because I like you, we're not going to discuss a fourth unless you won't cooperate. So number one, you call a responsible adult to come and collect you and I wait here with you until they get here. 

“Option two, I call someone to come get you, which will take longer because the only number I have is Dick's and-” her voice caught in her throat for a second and she swallowed hard. “Anyway, it'll take a while. Option three, we head to my place, which is half an hour's walk that way, grab my motorbike and take you home on that.”

“Tt, and if I refuse? I'm not some naive, useless faun,” he snapped, glaring at her. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that Damian had just had a potentially scary encounter, even if he didn't want to admit it. 

“Option four is I call a cop buddy to come pick up these bozos and get them to take you in with them,” she said, holding her ground when he glared up at her. “Damian, I know you're capable. I also know your family is supposed to have a guardian bat that gets you out of these situations, so you're probably not worried about what could happen. So if you won't listen for you, will you, please, do this for me.”

“Why would I do anything for you?” He muttered mulishly, but Marinette could see a red tint to his ears. 

“Because I thought we were becoming friends,” she said softly. Glancing at the men tied up on the ground to make sure they were still incapacitated, she dropped to one knee to look up at him. “So please, call someone to pick you up, okay?”

“Tt, fine,” he grouched, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief and called for a pick up while Damian called for Alfred.

“What were you even doing out here?” She asked at last. She pulled her beanie off and tried to cool down while they waited. 

“Taking walks was something I would do with Richard,” he said quietly, and Marinette's heart went to him. “And evening was the only guaranteed time that we would have together. I had hoped his relocation would be temporary but…”

“Time's moving on,” Marinette added, just as quietly. She looked at the entrance to the alleyway without seeing it. She knew it couldn't be the whole story, because of how he was dressed, but she wasn't about to call him a liar. And she was sure what he said was true too, and knew how he felt. “He'll come back.”

“Yes, he will,” Damian said fiercely, eyes glittering as he looked up resolutely at Marinette. She smiled and ruffled his hair, grateful for the encouragement.

They spent the rest of the time in silence until, somehow, Alfred appeared before the police and whisked Damian away.

_ _ _

The plan to help Marinette was simple: if they could find information about the abduction cases without disrupting her life and dragging her into the vigilante circle, they should. So they were planning to dress Damian up as a street kid and let him wander around near Crime Alley for a few hours.

Dick had been following Damian from the rooftops for an hour, and they didn't seem to be getting any closer to the people abducting teens. They'd known it was a long shot, most of the abductees being older teens, and Damian looked younger even than the twelve years he was.

But then their luck changed and two gruff looking men were chasing Damian into an alley. Dick followed closely, hoping to keep up with however they transported the kids when someone barrelled in from the entrance to the alleyway. Whoever it was, they were small and brutal, fists flying and an almost lethal efficiency in their putdowns.

Damian looked stunned, Dick assumed partially because the person was so good at fighting and partially because…someone in Gotham? Helping? It wasn't unheard of, but it wasn't likely. Dick bit his lip, debating whether he should drop in and end this when the person pulled zip ties out of a pocket and tied the thugs up.

And then he heard her speak and all of the air rushed out of him. The pang of longing that hit him was so severe he thought he'd caught a stray bullet from somewhere. He gripped the edge of the roof to keep himself from leaping down recklessly. 

Months ago he'd jokingly wondered how Damian and Marinette would interact without him there. And now he had a front row seat through Damian's earpiece and he hung on every word exchanged. His heart squeezed when she talked about him, wanting nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and promise to never leave again.