#very sorry about stomping those flowers

[papier-ciseaux]

Guardener was my favorite boss

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Three for One 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: How are these getting longer lol

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Love you all. Take care. 💖

If you thought the darkness was torturous, the light proves to be worse. You look at your surroundings. It’s eerie. A room curated for one. For you.

The white fluffy stool in front of a matching vanity. A picture of a woman in white sitting in a meadow, flowers all around and a stream flowing through the lush field. A vanity painted with flowers, the night tables matching; the bedspread under you similar woven with pansies. The trim at the top of the wall is pink petals on white and a soft rug under the foot of the bed.

It’s all very cute but deranged. You’d love to have all this and more but you’d rather your apartment. If the price is those three men then you’d rather a gutter. Most importantly, you want your dog.

You can’t even make your demands. The walls can’t give you what you want. You doubt your captors will either but you can try. You can wear them down. You can be nice sure, you prefer that, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be your own brand of evil.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. The noise needles in your ears and you hear the mechanism click. You raise your head to watch the door open and the one with the beard enters. Alan, Arnold? Ugh, you don’t care.

He doesn’t break the threshold. He crosses his arms and stares at you. A ripple in his forehead underlines his thoughts.

“I’m going to bring you out but you have to be good,” he says.

You close your eyes and drop your head. You fill your chest and let out a blasting wail. He grunts and stomps to the bed. He grabs your shoulders, shaking you until you nearly swallow your tongue. You bite the tip as he sits you up and you’re forced to face him.

“No, no more of that. Or you don’t get your first present.”

“I don’t want any of your presents,” you sneer.

“This one, I think you do,” he intones, “I’m asking you to give me a chance. Let me show you that this isn’t just for us. This is about you, honey.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” you hiss, “why can’t you just let me go?”

He shakes his head, “it’s too late for that.”

“I won’t behave. I swear, I’m going to scream–” you inhale and he quickly covers your mouth, his other hand coming around the back of your skull. 

He hushes you as his blue eyes darken, “honey, I’m being nice right now, so you need to go along with this. If you don’t…” he pauses and looks over his shoulder, “I don’t know what they’ll do.”

You furrow your brow. Getting out of this room is one step closer to escape. You can be good. For now.

You let the tension leave your body and soften your expression. He senses it and slowly slides his hand away from your mouth. You flick your lashes, putting on your best pout.

“Okay, Alan, I’ll be good,” you avow.

His brow tweaks and his cheek ticks. His nostrils flare as his chest rise and falls, “it’s Andy.”

“Right, I’m sorry, I’m really freaked out,” you show your teeth sheepishly, “that other guy… he hurt me.”

“Which one?” He asks.

“Er… stache guy.”

“I’ll talk to him,” he huffs, “can I untie you?”

“Yeah.”

“No, honey, I’m asking,” he looks you straight in the face, “you’re not going to try anything, right?”

“I can be good,” you squirm, “my wrists hurt.”

“Alright.”

He lays you back and rolls you over. He pulls the tape away from your arms, then your ankles. You think of the trick from the van. You know his weak spot but it’s too soon for that. Timing, it all comes down to the right opportunity.

“Let’s go,” he takes your hand and helps you up.

You get to your feet and let him lead you out. His large hand clings to yours as he pulls you after him like a child. As you go into the hall, you examine every inch of the place. He takes you into the front room, a low din that in any other circumstance would be cozy.

It looks like any other living room. A sectional and an armchair, an artificial fireplace set into the wall, a mantel trimmed in tinsel, a rich carpet spread over the dark hardwood, and shelves of books along with a television mounted to the wall. The tree in the corner stands bare over a red velvet skirt.

“We can decorate the tree tonight and see if Santa leaves anything for tomorrow.”

You hold back a scoff, “um, I know Santa isn’t real.”

He chuckles, “it’s a joke.”

“Is this the surprise?” You deflate. Sounds like work to you. Of course, your apartment is too small for a proper tree but you’re less than excited for a pastime you always longed for.

“No, not the only one,” he lets you go as you tug on your hand. “Honey, we did this all for you.”

You turn on him, “I didn’t ask you too.”

“Hey, hey, why are you acting like this? You’re such a sweet girl.”

You swallow tightly and hear beeping again. Then a clamour that includes a scramble, some scraping and the thump of a door against something else. You try to see past Andy as you feel cold air rush in from outside. You want to race past him but he’d be on you in a moment.

You hear a familiar growl before another voice wafts in from the entryway.

“Ah, he bit me. Again!” One man says.

“You think I’m having fun at the ass end?” The other retorts.

“Woah, oh, shit–”

There’s a duller thump and you hear claws and paws on the floor. Your heart leaps and you look around Alan– Andy as you hear the heavy breaths bounding towards you. 

“Ernie!” You squeal as the Saint Bernard lumbers in, furtively searching before he spots you. “Ernie, my boy. Oh, baby boy.”

He nearly knocks over Andy as he barrels into your arms. You hug him around the neck and inhale the scent of his fur. His collar tinkles and let his warmth ease your fear. You were so worried about him, more than even yourself.

“You said it was a puppy,” the bare-faced man snarls as he shakes his hand.

“I didn’t know…” Andy says.

“He is a puppy,” you insist.

“Who let the pussycat out?” The mustachioed creep asks.

Your eyes shoot darts in his direction and his hand shields his pants, almost instinctively. Ernie drags his large rough tongue up your cheek. He was scared too but now you have each other.

“Surprise,” Andy says, “so now, honey, you’re going to be good, right?”

You look at him and chew your lip. His eyes fall to Ernie and you put your arm in front of the dog. He doesn’t need to put his threat into words.

“Shit, I’m bleeding. That thing got shots?” Scarf asks.

“What about the girl? She got me good,” Mustache snickers.

“No, but maybe I should get checked now,” you snip.

“Woa-ho!” Mr. Caterpillar exclaims, “she’s got a mouth.”

“Honey,” Andy warns, “we’re being good, right?”

You huff and nod.

“So, apologise.”

“What?” You burst out, “he–” You stop and look between all three men. You have Ernie but you’re more worried about him getting hurt than knowing he’d hurt them in an instant. Even then, he has his head low, a steady rumble brewing in him.

“That thing needs to calm down,” the naked faced one whines, still cradling his hand.

“He’s confused,” you defend your son, “okay? And I’m sorry, er, dude, I’m sure you don’t have any communicable diseases.”

“The fuck? Disease– Alright,” the man steps forward, “that’s it. First she bites me, then she kicks me in the dick and now–”

“Lloyd,” Andy puts his hand up, “no. We’re all just getting used to each other. You’re not exactly easy to be around yourself.”

“Fuck that, I’m funny,” the fuzzy lipped man, Lloyd, argues.

“Everyone just quit,” Andy demands, “alright? Did you get the food?”

“Food?” The bare-faced man shrugs out of his jacket, “what food?”

“For the dog? I told you–” Andy begins.

“Ah, shit, knew we forgot something,” Lloyd chuckles, “he’ll be fine. He can eat chicken, can’t he?”

“He has a sensitive tummy,” you say.

“Jesus,” the third man grumbles as he hangs his scarf over his coat. “I’m not going back. It’s late.”

“Can he have rice? Carrots?” Andy suggests.

“I guess, I don’t know if he’ll eat 'em,” you look at Ernie as his deep brown eyes meet yours. You pet his head to keep him calm. He doesn’t like these men any more than you do.

“Fine,” Andy huffs, “go get the decorations,” he orders the others.

“Why don’t you get the decorations?” Lloyd sneers.

“She needs to change,” Andy explains.

“Like we can’t help her,” the other man challenges.

“I don’t often agree with him, but he’s right. We’ll get her changed.”

You grimace as your eyes ping pong at the back and forth of their conversation. This isn’t good. You don’t enjoy being talked about like you’re not there.

“How about I get myself changed?” You offer.

The men turn to you. None of them seem impressed. A sudden peel of thunder fills the room and you look at Ernie. His bark echoes in your ears.

“Shut that thing up,” Lloyd snaps.

“He’s quiet,” you say, “he was just saying the same about you.”

“Really?” He goes to take another step forward and the other man stops him, “Ransom, let me go.”

“I’ll take her, you two go get the decorations,” he says.

Andy frames his hips and sighs, “fine. We all know the plan. Let’s stick to it.”

You want to raise your hand and clarify that you do not, in fact, know the plan but you suspect you’re not a part of the collective. You keep your hand on Ernie and gulp. He nuzzles your hip.

You bend and pet behind his ear, “it’s okay.” It’s not. You move to face him, “sit,” you raise your voice, “stay. I’ll be right back.”

As you stand, the dog obeys. He’s a gentle giant, at least with you. You pat his head and turn away. The men watch you.

“That thing listens?” The one they called Ransom asks.

“He can.”

“Come on,” he beckons you with two fingers, a smirk ghosting on his lips.

“This is bullshit,” Lloyd mutters as Andy approaches him.

“We can keep talking all night,” Andy pats his shoulder, “or get things moving.”

“Whatever,” the man smooths his mustache.

You reluctantly move towards the third man, the one with no personality grown out on his lip or jaw. A baby face if you ever saw one. The way he leers makes you uncomfortable. He smells like Armani.

“Not smiling now, are you?” He says under his breath as he ushers you down the hall.

He points you into that same bedroom. You stop just inside and he shoulders past you with a grumble. You watch him go to the wardrobe and open it. You look between him and the door. You could make it.

You wait a few seconds as he pushes hangers over the bar. You take a step. He doesn’t notice. Another and he’s bitching about colours. You didn’t think men were that picky. You get right in the frame of the door and back out. He looks around the open wardrobe.

“Bye,” you wave and pull the door shut.

You know he’s probably swearing at you but you can’t hear him. You hold onto the handle and hit the little lock icon in the corner of the keypad. The deadbolt rolls into place.

This is it. You edge out to the living room. You don’t see anybody. Ernie sits where you left him, sniffing the air. He sees you and perks up. You wave him over and he lifts his rump, taking careful steps across the room.

You grab his collar and take him with you to the front door. You twist the handle, it doesn’t budge. You flip the lock over it, still nothing. You don’t know what to do. What the hell?

You search around you. The windows are barred, you can’t get out that way. There’s a small box right beside the door. You flip it open to reveal another keypad. Fuck.

“And where are we going, pussy cat?” The question nips your ears as a plastic ornament pings off the wall beside you. You spin and face the mustachioed menace. 

“You know, I just need some fresh air.”

Ernie growls and puts himself between you and the man, keeping the distance with his body. He prowls around, snout low as he paces back and forth. Lloyd steps closer and the dog mirrors him.

“Call that thing off,” he demands.

“Why would I do that?” You challenge.

“Well I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if I made him stop,” he opens and closes his fist.

“You wouldn’t hurt a puppy–”

“I’ll do what needs to be done,” he tilts his head.

“Ernie,” you call the dog, “quiet. Sit.”

The dog lets out a wispy boof but listens. He flops his butt down and glares at the man. You put your hands up and step forward.

“You’re mean. How can you threaten an innocent dog?”

“He drooled on my Jimmy Choo’s,” he says, “come on,” he grabs you by the back of the neck, “let’s go get the dumbass out.”

Ernie barks as you whimper. You flutter your hand at him as Lloyd’s fingertips pinch into your tendons, “Ern, it’s okay, I’m okay. Stay.”

He must hear the panic. He remains, restlessly shifting his front paws. You march beside the man back to the hallway. You reach to touch his arm and he only squeezes harder.

“Shouldn’t blame you for trying,” he says, “but I will.”

[alonetimelover]

pairing: Harry Styles x tennis player!reader

summary: sometimes it is not meant to work out, no matter how much you and everyone else want it to. or is it?

a/n: so before wimbledon ended (before Iga lost her quarterfinal), I made this. its like fiction within fiction, ya know?

masterlist (with more tennis player!reader)

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twitter

i love harry and yn | babiesharry

guys... just a quick thought. we haven't seen any pics of yn and harry together for a whole month. there are no interactions online, and there are no acknowledgements during concerts or after matches.

do we think its the, you know, end?

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lot tour 23 | aliceeeee

it is a little bit confusing. in the latest interview yn, when asked about listening to music before a match, she answered only with Taylor (before she also was saying Harry)

so that's it...

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saw harry in vienna | lovingharry

harry is also not as bubbly as he made us used to see him, last night he wasn't even doing all the stomps during satellite, no funny dances or backbends...

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yn is the best | lovingtennisyn

let's not speculate about them and just support our idols. yn has a very difficult tournament before herself and harry is almost done with touring. best we can do is applaud them for their work, their private lives shouldn't be our concern

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harry my love | byebyenyc

i fear the worst... yn is in london and none interaction with Harry, his family, or friends? it is not an accident

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY AFTER CATCHNING A FANMADE BRACELET ON STAGE TONIGHT!

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lanastyles IT WAS MINE!!!!!

⤷ hArrysbtch omg! what were the charms??

⤷ lanastyles i did harrys and yn's names with flowers and hearts! but i don't think he really liked it

⤷ harrysmoustache oh no, why do you think so?

⤷ lanastyles after he read what was on them, he showed it into his trousers' pocket

⤷ ynsmybestie no no no no no, the rumours are getting more true with each day

harrysfan84 i love him, man

harryswift he knows that speak now tv is coming, he dressed for the occasion!

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harrylot

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harrylot "I don't think that anyone is perfect. you meet a lot of people during your lifetime, never knowing which one is gonna turn up being your person. huh? im sorry I cannot hear you. give it up for Lorine!" HARRY INTERACTING WITH A FAN TONIGHT

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harryshoee i saw multiple videos from this interaction and the fan was soooo loud. he just didn't want to answer the question

⤷ ynshands what did they ask him?

⤷ harryshoee i believe it was "have you met your person?" and people around the fan screaming yn's name

harryupdates guys, don't assume anything based on one interaction

ynsmybestie that is concerning, but maybe he just doesn't want to be so public about it?

⤷ ynandhmyparents they were literally making out in the park in London and kissing on TV after yn won French Open. they didn't care, why would they now?

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yntennisfan

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yntennisfan GUYS, I AM STRESSED OUT

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yntennisfan UPDATE: SHE DEFENDED THOSE MATCH POINTS!!! WE HAVE TIE-BREAK!!!

yntennisfan UPDATE: GUYS, SHES SERVING FOR A MATCH

yntennisfan SHE FUCKING WON THIS MATCH !!!!!

ynupdates i had five heart attacks during this match

harryupdates she's so good at coming back to her good game!

ynshands AMAZING! I couldn't watch and just listened to the commentary on the radio. they were going crazy!

ynsmybestie she's unbelievable! sooo good

hArrysbtch i love tennis

harrysmoustache she's playing so differently to what she made us used to see

⤷ ynsmybestie i fear its because of that possible breakup

⤷ harrysfan83 harry didn't upload anything about the match like he used to, and he knows how grass is yn's the least favourite surface to play on

⤷ ynupdates can you guys just be happy about her win and stop bringing her relationship back up? thank you.

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enews

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enews No. 1s in the tennis World - YN YSN and Carlos Alcaraz were spotted enjoying each other companies after YN's winning match in Wimbledon. YN has dated Harry Styles for almost three years before they broke up just a month ago. Moving on so quickly? More pictures in our link in bio.

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ynupdates they are friends! can't they have a meal together?

ynsmybestie how i love you people ruining friendships... pathetic

ynshands celebrating her win can't only mean dating, you know?

harrysmoustache sooo, they really broke up? 💔

⤷ hArrysbtch nothing is confirmed, let's just wait

⤷ hArrysbtch yes, I am delusional

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ynupdates

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ynupdates YN VIA HER IG STORY...

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ynsmybestie nonononononono not them, please god no

ynshands jesus, even my breakup didn't hurt me as much as this one

hArrysbtch im a child of this divorce

harryupdates let's give them space to be

harryshoee no, my parents. please let it not be true. please.

ynswiftie guys, maybe she's just celebrating a Spek Now TV release?

⤷ ynsmybestie couldn't she do it with enchanted???

ynandcarlos well, Carlos has a tan skin too

⤷ ynshands oh shut up, respectfully

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harryupdates

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harryupdates I MET HARRY IN LONDON JUST NOW. do you think he's attending wembley final today?

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ynupdates you finally met him? congratulations darling!

ynupdates and I think he's attending. why would he come back from spain to london?

hArrysbtch he better attends and stop all those ridiculous rumours (yes, i am delusional)

harrysmoustache he looks so good, he can't be single (yes, i am delusional)

harryshoee yn crocheted that hat, i know it (yes, iam delusional)

⤷ ynupdates well, yn does know how to crochet so it is possible

harrysfan63 i also met him today!!!

⤷ harryupdates did you ask him about Wimbledon?

⤷ harrysfan63 yes! he just said "what's that?" with a smirk

⤷ harrysbtch this fucker, he's playing us

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY VIA HIS IG STORY. HE DIDN'T DELETE IT AFTER FIVE MINUTES. EVEN AFTER THIRTY.

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ynupdates the world is healing

hArrysbtch thank you, harry. thank you, my man. I can still sing to london boy and think about you both

harrysmoustache so, they still together?

ynsmybestie thank fucking God!!!!!!! my parents are still together!

harryshoee my bitches are back!!!

ynandhmyparents i can still shamelessly use my username hehheh

user492 it would be hilarious later getting to know that they are, in fact, not back together

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yntennisfan

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yntennisfan GUYSSSSSSS WTF WTF WTF. THIS IS YN'S REACTION TO PEOPLE CHEERING AFTER SHE ADMITTED SHE IS ENGAGED!!!!

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yntennisfan it basically went like this: after winning the Wimbledon final yn was giving an interview. during it one of the fans screamed "MARRY ME, YN" and after a little laugh that the audience had yn responded with "I'M ALREADY ENGAGED, ACTUALLY"

yntennisfan the way people screamed!!!!! and then they showed smirking harry!!! does anyone have a picture??

ynupdates she is engaged... she won Wimbledon... oh god

harryupdates engaged... woah

hArrysbtch THE WORLD HEALED

harrysmoustache harry is engaged, do you hear it people?

ynsmybestie love is real, yn won her least comfortable tournament, god is a woman. yes.

harryshoee couldn't imagine a better partner for harry. she is so sweet and cute. they're perfect.

ynshands eat shit you haters that believed in every little rumour

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harrystyles

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harrystyles good morning, wimbledon champion fiancée

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yourinstagram hiiii, fiancé

harryupdates how do I react when Harry is posting his partner on main????

ynupdates THEE CHAMPION

hArrysbtch PARENTS

⤷ yourinstagram harrystyles first child is here

⤷ harrystyles that's... fast

⤷ hArrysbtch guys, WTHFKSJEBJDE

annetwist beautiful, beautiful girl ❤️

ynsmybestie still processing the win and engagement and you're killing me with this post, harry. thank you.

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram my waves meet your shore, ever and evermore

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harrystyles well, it was enchanting to meet you

ynupdates i can't get used to them using taylor's lyrics to express their love for each other

taylorswift Congratulations on the Wimbledon win and your engagement! You are welcome at any of the concerts. Just text me the date you're available!

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harryupdates congratulations!!!!

hArrysbtch mum, dad

[tarrynightss]

Human Quaritch sfw & nsfw headcanons

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x Fem!reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, SMUT

A/N: sorry I have daddy issues. This is only the tip of the iceberg tbh

SFW

Heard ‘rise and grind’ once and now says it every morning while flexing in the morning.

Takes those boomer staring down at the camera selfies and thinks he looks hot as shit. Will text them to you and say ‘thinking of you 😉’. or ‘another beautiful day💪🏻☀️’.

Says old people shit like “back in my day…”

Absolute flirt but more emotionally constipated than a toddler. His confession amounts to him saying “I like you… like in a romantic way, and all that.”. After you say you feel the same, he’ll fist bump you in the shoulder, wink and walk away. Extremely romantic.

Because he’s not exactly good with his words, Miles expresses his love to you by bringing you gifts. A flower or plant you said looked pretty, clothing or something else you’ve mentioned wanting in the past. He’ll try to giftwrap it sometimes but it looks awful, the paper torn and wrinkled all over.

Snores LOUD. No matter what you try to lessen it, it won’t work. You’ll have to stomp him with your foot at least two times to disturb him enough for the snoring to stop for an hour.

Loves having you sit in his lap and wrapping his arms around you. It’s his favorite way to show affection. He’ll kiss your neck and just rest his nose against the back of your head while he works.

NSFW

Miles is VERY touchy, constantly groping at your ass, hips and even breasts when no one’s looking. You are just too sexy for him keep his hands off of you, and he often ends up grinding his bulge against you to tease you even more.

Adres him by his rank or sir in bed, and his eyes will roll back. He’s very much into dominating, and you using these titles plays right into it. He’ll smear the tip of his cock over your lips after you just blew him, staring down at you with a smirk. “What do we say?” he urges and you smile. “Thank you, colonel.”. “That’s right, good girl.”

Mirror sex. This man loves watching both himself and you while you fuck. His eyes will be focused on the way he pounds into you from behind, one hand on your throat, the muscles in his arms flexing and bulging. You might’ve rolled your eyes at his narcissism if his hard thrusts allowed your brain any thoughts.

Taking care of his kids? Meh. Making them? Hell yeah. Miles has a massive breeding kink. He enjoys stuffing all yours holes with his cum and smearing it over your body, but filling up your cunt is a whole other fantasy. He’ll push his cum back in with his fingers afterwards, trailing kisses over your stomach and breasts as he whispers dirty praises at you. “You take my cum so well, such a good slut.” “You’ll look so fucking hot pregnant.”

He definitely has a high sex drive, especially for his age. He needs to relief himself at least once a day, jerking off in his room if you cannot join him. He’s not a porn videos kind of guy, preferring the old fashioned way of looking at a picture. Trying to convince you to not only take a nude photo but also to PRINT IT OUT is a long journey.

Talking about age, his partner being a bit younger is definitely a big plus. Someone in their twenties or thirties is already young to him, and he enjoys the sense of taboo around it. Stroke his cock and tell him “you like that? Dirty old man.” And he’ll sport the biggest shit-eating grin out there.

*cough cough* most of these basically count for Recom quaritch as well

[ataraxiaspainting]

Fly Me to the Moon.

Yan Jingliu x F Reader.

Synopsis: “You looked at me like I was made of stardust, and told me that even the moon above us could not compare to the brightness in my eyes.”

Warnings: Yandere themes, violence, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 1k.

i’m so sorry if i’m wrong about xianzhou landscapes lol…

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The Xianzhou Luofu’s eclipses are as rare as someone who can walk on water.

Moons come and go across the Flagships’ skies as they make their way throughout the galaxy, and so do the suns. They all change from pink to red to gray, and none of them stay for long. Unlike what the Abundance teaches its creations, life has its way of teaching that nothing lasts forever. Permanence is but a fantasy and only those who are blind fools seek out such a blasphemous dream.

But if it is a blind fool you must be to see her whole for the first time, you will gladly be one.

You met just a fragment of her oh so long ago, under the very covered sun that was oh so rare. You dared not to look away from her as she moved towards you like clockwork, her sword dragging across flowered ground. The moon was white, and so were the blossoms. So was her hair, which looked like a bundle of shooting stars. She didn’t smile, but she didn’t frown either. An expression as neutral as water.

She had a black blindfold over her eyes that had the sign of a crescent moon.

To you, she was brighter than the eclipse above.

You two moved together in a circle, a cautious waltz, but also an enticed one. Curiosity.

“You are a Cloud Knight, aren’t you?” She asked. The grip on her blade’s handle loosened just slightly. “I can tell by the spear you hold.”

You nodded, and a chuckle quieter than the gentlest wind escaped her lips.

You took a step backward as she took one forward. It was not out of fear but at the very least well-meant care—a dance crafted from years of training under daylight and starlight.

…

Now, hundreds of moons later, you take a step backward as she now takes three forward. Fear controls you like a puppet as you point your spear, which has by this point been remodeled and repaired from many battles with the Abominations of the Abundance. Daylight and starlight become one with the same snow-white eclipse in the sky.

She is smiling. Her sword no longer glides along sprouted soil, but a stone path painted with the blood of your fellow soldiers. Her blindfold is off, her eyes the very image of a hollow, depraved husk. Mara.

She does not chuckle when your hands shake, but rather she loudly laughs.

It is the farthest thing from gentle.

…

Jingliu has many presences, but none of them last for very long. Some stay for a week at most without issue, but those are rare and so far distanced from one another. She lets you leave, most days, to go buy tea from the market or to go sit down and feed the birds or to let you practice aiming your weapon at the training dummy she placed outside your living quarters. 

When she first brought you here, she told you that you are free to duel her whenever you wish. Win, she said, and you can leave whenever you wish too.

The only thing is you can never manage to even touch her.

The uncharted areas around the cottage she acquired for both of you are dark, and the only places where there is light are the ones that have straight and narrow paths, paths to the few places Jingliu allows you to go unsupervised. Or is the definition of unsupervised in Jingliu’s world is to have you watched from a few kilometers back?

You cannot tell. Nor do you want to know the answer, because you know the truth will stomp on your hope like it was a lowly insect.

You also don’t walk alone at night for reasons like those. You cannot see anything, only hear and think.

You cannot see Jingliu if she is watching you from behind.

Even though she swears on her honor that she does not follow you closely.

You can hear Jingliu’s breathing though, how desperate she can sound, or how calm she can sound. It all depends on what moon shines through the brightest.

…

Meals with Jingliu are always the same.

No matter what her mood is at that particular moment, she always stares at you from across the table.

Sometimes her hair is well-kept, on days when she is happier and more active in her self-care. Sometimes she bats her eyes at you. Sometimes she seems to stare past you, to the unlit fireplace or the vase of flowers near the entrance door. Her stares can turn into glares in an instant, or her glares can turn into loving gazes. You wish most days that she wouldn’t be so distant, but you don’t want her to be suffocating with her affection either.

You just want the best of both worlds. An eclipse.

“How is it?”

Your attention is abruptly captured. Her gaze appears slightly less serene yet intensifies, while yours remains filled with doubt. Your hand ceases the motion of guiding the fork towards your mouth, descending listlessly onto the table.

“Is something the matter, [First]?” Genuine confusion on both of your parts.

“...N-No.” As you lower your gaze and gently shut your eyelids, your whole body quivers uncontrollably, leaving you powerless over its movements. “It’s good.”

“Are you sure?” Your gaze evades her as if being controlled by a small prey animal’s instinct. Your heart races, as if on the verge of a sudden collapse. “You can tell me if something is wrong with the food.”

Your fingers interlock with such force that you fear they might leave imprints on your skin.

“No, no… it’s good, really.”

She tilts her head. “You aren’t eating, though.” You hear the sound of a chair being dragged, a sure sign that she is standing up. “You can be truthful with me, dearest. I won’t be upset.”

Gazing out the window, you offer no response. The sound of her sigh reaches your ears, yet your focus lies elsewhere. A single leaf gracefully twirls upon the surface of the nearby pond, without a care in the world. You hope it will not drown.

[thlayli-ra]

Ficlet~

I'm so nervous leading into Bad Blood, as much as I'm so here for Punkintyre, I could use some fluff

Drew/Sheamus ....(wouldn't say no to Wade being around either)

Treat: Remembering the littlest of things — activities they like and dislike, favourite brands of stationery, go-to ice cream flavour, choice of popcorn

I'm sorry I didn't get this one out to you in time for Bad Blood but hopefully it can help with the healing process (Also, apologies, I went really self-indulgent with this one 😅)

Treat - 'Remembering the Littlest of Things'

Characters - Drew McIntyre, Sheamus, Wade Barett

Rating - Teen and up

Warnings - Typical sports banter

An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman walked into a bar.

That... sounds like the start of a joke, but honestly, it isn't. Wade Barrett, Sheamus and Drew McIntyre were heading out to their usual joint, one of those tacky ye olde English pubs that could sometimes be found if you dared to venture into the more touristy parts of the city. It didn't quite hit the same as the pubs back home in the UK and Ireland, but the owner, Big Jim*, was an ex-pat so the place had some genuine charm about it that came close enough.

Also, it was the only place in the entire US that showed the Six Nations every year so it was either there or stay at home, and at least at the pub there would be some form of atmosphere. Also Big Jim really liked his unusual patrons. 'There's never any trouble when you three are about,' he'd said once, and they had to agree, mainly because whenever any trouble did brew, they were the first ones to leap into action and put a stop to it.

It was week three of the rugby tournament, and a tense clash was looming (particularly for the throuple.) Scotland V Ireland! Normally Drew and Sheamus were as sweet and loving as can be, but when it came time for their home nations to butt heads, things could get a little... well, competitive. Ireland, as per usual, were on a winning streak and had their eyes set on a grand slam, while Scotland, by some miracle, had not fluffed up their chances in the first two weeks and were aiming for the same, or at the very least, the Triple Crown.

(England was playing Italy the next day so nobody particularly cared about that. Sorry, Wade. And sorry, Italy!)

Things were running smoothly up to the point the players came out of the tunnel and onto the pitch. The drinks were lined up on the table (Wade, the neutral, got the first round) and the national anthems began to play. Ireland, being the visitors, went first and Sheamus got up onto his chair, hand on his heart to belt out the rallying tune of 'Ireland's Call'. Drew, not to be outdone, stood up to sing along with 'Flower of Scotland', encouraging the rest of the bar's patrons to join in the added chants during the chorus;

'And stood against them ('GAINST WHO?)

Proud Edward's Army (WANKERS!)'

(Again, sorry Wade!)

But then the whistle blew, the game was kicked-off and soon the nastiness began to creep in.

'There's no way that was a knock-on!'

'Penalty! Penalty!'

'HAHA! We're slaughtering yer boys up front, fella!'

'Pass it! Pass it to him, ye dobber!'

'Forward! Hah!'

'HE GOT IT DOWN, REF! ARE YE BLIND!'

'It was held up!'

'NO IT WISNAE!'

And just as the pressure erupted on the pitch with a brawl between an Irish prop and a Scottish second row, Drew and Sheamus got up and squared up to one another too.

'Woah there,' Wade jumped in between them to separate them both. 'Come on chaps, we're all mates here, right?'

Well, the last thing anybody needed at that point in time was an Englishman of all things stepping in and the pair immediately directed their wrath at Wade who cringed away with his palms raised. Sheamus snorted at Drew who glared in return before turning their backs on each other and stomping off to opposite ends of the pub. Wade sighed and sat back down at the now empty table.

But as the half-time whistle blowed and the pundits began to dissect the first forty minutes of the game, the two men began to calm down and regret their rash actions. Sport had a way of raising the blood pressure like few other things could, especially when there was something on the line, but they had let their emotions get out of hand.

So they each began to plan and scheme, Wade watching both of his boyfriends warily as they scuttled about the place, sometimes heading to the bar to speak to Big Jim, until finally they both sheepishly approached the table with their hands behind their backs.

Drew, the softest of the three, apologised first. 'I'm sorry for getting all riled up Sheamo,' he dipped his head with shame. 'I just get... very jittery whenever Scotland play, but that's not an excuse, so here...' and he brought out a platter from behind his back. Immediately Sheamus' eyes grew to the size of dinnerplates. 'I know how much ye love those pickled onions on the bar, and I mind you telling us how yer maw used to put them on a cocktail stick with pineapple and cheese so I asked Big Jim to cut up some cheese and find some cocktail sticks for ye. He didn't have any pineapple but he asked Debs to nip out and buy a tin and, well... here you go.' He placed the lovingly crafted platter on the table in front of the Irishman who eyed it in wonder.

'T'ank ye,' he hushed out. 'I can't believe ye even remember that story about my ma.' He took in a breath to compose himself then straightened up. 'I got you something too.' He placed a bowl of hot french fries in front of him, topped with a type of dark brown sauce. This time, it was Drew's turn to looked stunned. 'Ye know how you said you once went on a night out in Edinburgh and tried chippie chips with salt n' sauce and loved it so much ye converted to it for life and everybody in Glasgow called you a traitor for not liking salt and vinegar? Well, Big Jim and I tried to concoct something similar with brown sauce and vinegar. It took a few attempts to get it right - Debs was our taste-tester and she said the fifth one was the closest so...'

'Wow...' Drew scratched the back of his neck, a little blush forming on his cheeks. 'That's... really kind of you.'

They both locked eyes, somehow understanding the other and slowly turned to face the final member of their throuple. 'Uh, Wade...'

'Oh no, what?' The Englishman looked nervous.

'I also asked Big Jim to make you this,' Sheamus said, placing down yet another plate. 'Fruit scone with jam and cream. They didn't have quite enough cream so Debs made some more. I insisted they put the jam first then the cream second, just how you like it.'

'It's not just how I like it, that's just how it should be,' Wade argued, playfully. 'Anyone who has cream first is just plain wrong!'

'And I asked them to make you this,' Drew put down another plate. 'Cornish pasty, with the crust doing down the side, not on the top.'

'Well, yes, of course or else it's not a Cornish pasty!' Wade lightly protested, making Drew chuckle.

'I know, I know. Big Jim had Debs check them in the freezer beforehand to make sure.'

'You two are the sweetest,' Wade chuckled. 'And here,' he pushed two glasses forward,' I got the next round. 'Guinness for Sheamo (and yes, I made Big Jim wait for the head to form properly) and an alcohol free ginger beer for Drew with no ice.'

'Awww, you shouldn't have!' They sat down and accepted their drinks gladly.

'So...' Drew drummed his large fingers on the table, looking at each of their specially prepared plates in turn, 'are we all forgiven?'

Wade and Sheamus hummed, making a silly display of thinking hard but eventually smiled widely. The throuple wrapped their arms around one another in a huge bear hug, their petty difference put aside just in time to watch the final moments of the second half.

'I don't even know what the score is anymore,' Drew noted, tucking into his fries.

'What does it matter?' Sheamus shrugged, spiking a pickled onion with a cocktail stick.

'Poor Debs,' Wade sighed. 'All that hard work she put in. We need to leave her a huge tip.'

'Yeah, and Big Jim,' Drew agreed. 'After all he did cook up some pasties for me, and even made a platter that wasn't on the menu.'

'And he helped me invent a new sauce recipe,' Sheamus added. 'And even made a fresh scone when he got the jam/cream sequence wrong the first time round.'

'Um... lads.' They looked over to Wade who seemed a bit unsettled. 'Did Big Jim really go to all that effort just for the three of us?' All three pairs of hands froze inches from their mouths and all three pairs of eyes glanced across to the bar where the older man smiled broadly and threw a thumbs up at them all.

'Oh...' Drew whispered. 'That's a bit...'

'Creepy,' Wade finished off for him.

'He must really like having us as regulars,' Sheamus said.

'Maybe it's time we look for another pub,' Drew leant in and whispered.

'Except we have two more weeks of the Six Nations and no other place in town is showing it,' Sheamus pointed out.

'Ok, ok, fine!' Wade chimed in. 'We come back here for the last two weeks then never again. Agreed.'

'Agreed.'

'And we're never going to fall out over something as stupid as sports again? Right?'

'Right!'

'And hey, look,' Drew said, pointing to the screen. 'Now, we can all enjoy watching Wales getting gubbed by France!'

'YAAAAASSSSSSSS!'

And all three stood up, arm-in-arm to belt out 'La Marseillaise'. (Sorry, Wales!)

*Big Jim is a nod to Jim Hamilton, a favourite ex-rugby player of mine (yes, he's tall with dark hair, a beard and tattoos - I am aware I have a type!HAHA!)

(Also the home-made brown sauce was disgusting but Drew ate it all anyway ❤️)

[lahazywriter]

Meet and Greet (Reboot Wally x reader)

Inspired heavily by the TikTok made by @bloodrediscream. Love your work!!!

The convention center was vibrant as ever. People in costumes, food stalls, art booths and even meet and greets. My eyes got lost in all the banners advertising the meet ups for different celebrities, artists, and creators, while my smile grew wider as I recognized a few names that I didn't see last time I checked the schedules. I felt an aggressive pull on my hand dragging me back to reality. My smile faded as I saw the annoyed look on his face.

If he's going to have an attitude all day why did he join me. I fought back the urge to roll my eyes and continued forward. "This is amazing! So many of my favorite creators are here!" I looked up at my boyfriend hoping to rub off some of my excitement on him.

He just looked down at me and shrugged, his face remaining annoyed. I released a heavy sigh and pulled my hand away from his. "I think I'm going to explore on my own. We can meet back up in a couple hours," I held up my phone while walking away. "Just text me, when you're ready."

I spent the next hour perusing the aisles of all the different booths. There were so many ideas in one spot it would take me the entire week to go through everything. Even with that much time I still have doubts that I'd get through all of it. I felt a vibration in my pocket and took out my phone. I had 3 missed calls and 17 messages. I didn't hold back the eye roll and set my phone to 'Do Not Disturb' after sending a message of where I was.

The crowd for this Meet and Greet was insane. There were girls screaming, some crying, all were hourding the lines to the booth. My curiosity got the best of me as I joined the line wanting to see what all this commotion was about.

To my surprise the line was moving smoothly. It didn't take long until I could read the banner that said Welcome Home, each letter having it's own color. The name sounded familiar, I remember reading about a reboot of it happening a little while back. I recalled babysitting for my boyfriend's siblings and how they'd beg for me to put this show on. I racked my brain to remember any specific episode but nothing was coming to mind.

"NEXT" the loud voice shook me to my core. My thought bubble was abruptly popped as I stumbled to move forward. I looked at the security guard as he ushered me to go past the velvet rope he had undone. I felt panic erupt inside me. When did I get to the front? Who am I even meeting? I don't have anything for them to sign.

I tried to calm myself down with deep breathes as I moved closer to the table. My calming methods were immediately ruined as I looked at the man at the booth. I felt blush warm up my cheeks. He was devishly handsome, I couldn't blame the girls I saw earlier. He had messy blue hair, that had been done up in an old hair style. His rsmile was sweet but his eyes…those are a different story. For some reason I felt as if he was looking directly through me, reading my thoughts, trying to uncover my soul. It sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I laughed off my nervousness and tried to avoid his eyes. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"Hello neighbor! Thank you for coming to the meet and greet! Do you have something for me to sign?" He sounded tired. His delivery was perfect almost as if he just started the day and his energy was at it's peak, but I could feel the exhaustion behind it.

"You look tired."

"Excuse me?"

My eyes widen at my mistake, I felt my face flush and grow warm. I wanted to rip out my voice box and stomp on it so I could never speak again. Instead the word vomit began.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking and a thought slipped through. You look wonderful, not exhausted. Very handsome. Just great, perfection even. Oh you have pictures, can I have one?" I picked one of the photos off the table, and handed it to him. He signed it quickly before giving me a smile bright enough to grow flowers. "I hope your day is going well…Wally."

He chuckled before responding. "Of course it is, I get to meet all my wonderful supporters and fans." He held out his hand for me to shake and I did so.

"Well, to be honest. I've never actually watched your show."

"Oh?" Wally stopped moving his hand and looked at me with confusion. I felt my hands start to get clammy. I tried to gently pull my hand away but Wally held it firmly.

"B-but I am definitely a fan and will be binge watching it as soon as I get home. Thank you for time!" I finished shaking his hand and waved before leaving the booth. I wanted to die from embarrassment. Why did I even go up there? I've never even sat down and watched his show in it's entiretity. I ran a hand through my hair to calm my never ending thoughts. I looked at the picture of himself that he signed.

"Show me your smile" - Wally Darling

His signature was perfection, I wouldn't believe he didn't just copy and paste it 1000 times over if I didn't see him sign it right in front of me. Did I smile at all when I went up there or did I just stand there like a fool? Wait. Why did I care? I have a boyfriend. Oh shit I have a boyfriend. I pulled out my phone, over 30 missed calls. I immediately called him back. He picked up on the first ring, and started yelling at me through the speakers, why didn't I answer him, why was I ignoring him, blah blah blah. I held my heavy sigh back and told him where I was. He responded by hanging up the phone. I looked at the ended call for moment before putting it back in my pocket, I guess that means he was coming to me.

There was more fangirling happening, as a bunch of girls started forming a circle around who I can only assume to be Wally. I looked over there and he appeared to be singing and dancing to Shakira. I almost burst out into laughter, at how good it was. Guess there's a pretty good reason why he's on television. It was a cute sight. I sighed and looked at my autographed photo again. Wally Darling. Show you my smile? I looked up from my picture to see where he had gone, and found him in the middle of a crowd. I looked at the picture again before looking back up. To my surprise, he was already looking at me. His eyes were half lidded and as piercing as ever. The cold shiver came back as he looked at me. At least I thought he was. Without realising I followed the command on my autograph and gave him a smile, or his general direction at least.

I shook my head at my delusions and began to walk away to find my boyfriend. At least I can say I met THE Wally Darling. I see my boyfriend hanging around the booth selling drinks when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and see Mr. Darling himself standing before me. I gave him a wave and a confused look.

"Uh hi? Did your meet and greet end?"

"No, but I forgot to add something to your autograph. Couldn't let you get away without it."

"Oh. I didn't realise." I handed him back the photo trying not to linger on the idea of our fingers brushing against each other. I watch as he quickly scribbles something in one of the corners. He doesn't hand the photo back and instead he gives me a sly grin.

"So are you single? Did you come here by yourself?" He looks at me with those same piercing eyes. I wanted to say yes really badly. Which is awful. I mentally slapped myself to restart my thinking process. It took me a moment to answer but by the time I could string together a sentence, my boyfriend had already found me. He put a hand on my shoulder and tried to look as intimidating as possible. I rolled my eyes and shrugged his hand off my shoulder. I looked at Wally with an apologetic smile.

"No, I'm not."

Wally didn't respond, his gaze was on my boyfriend. It felt sinister like he was trying to kill him with a look. I mentally laughed at the idea. I'm just overthinking things. I nudged my boyfriend in the side, so he would stop this dick sizing contest. Wally finally tore his gaze from my boyfriend and looked at me with a smile. He handed me my photo, it had one of the corners folded in. He gave me a quick wink before turning on his heel and heading back to his booth. I turned around and noticed my boyfriend had went back to the drinking booth. I started to walk over to him, and unfolded the corner of my autograph. My internal thermometer broke as I saw the 10 digit number followed by xo. I folded the entire photo and put it into my pocket.

"That was some meet and greet."

[eventinelysplayground]

Wake The Blacksmith

Kinktober Day 6: Voice Kink|Discipline/Punishment

Pairing: Clavis x Female Reader

This fic was fun for me to write, I haven't written much with Clavis yet but there's so much you can do with him. The title of the fic is a play on the last line of Robin Hood Men in Tights. Clavis has gone to far this time and you decide to punish him for it. CW: light bondage and teasing. This fic is NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 1805.

Clavis stood in front of the desk in your room looking over some paperwork when he heard the door very faintly open and shut. He knew it was coming in and that you were trying not to be noticed, no doubt you had planned something to get back at him for what happened earlier. Briefly he thought about turning around and ruining your plan but at the last minute he pushed the idea aside, what's the worst that could happen after all?

Your footsteps were exceptionally light and they stopped almost right behind him and he heard you take a steadying breath followed by the sound of something metal. It took him only a few seconds to recognize the noise as handcuffs and his eyebrow perked up.

Well now, just what are you planning to do with those my lovely fiancee? Not that it really matters, I'll have them off in no time. Oh well, I can be generous and let you think you've won this one for now.

Still with his back to you he felt the metal touch his wrists followed by the clicking sound as you shut them.

“My my, what is this for my lovely fiance?”

“You know very well what this is for!”

“Hahaha of course I do! You're feeling jealous that your darling Clavis has been spending so much time away from you and want to keep me fro-”

“I was having tea with the Princess!”

“I see, you're sad I broke my promise to use my traps only on you. To be fair I hadn't planned for that one to go off at that exact moment.”

“Clavis!”

You huffed and stomped your foot giving him what you no doubt thought was an admonishing stare; but alas you looked to cute even mad for him to take you seriously.

“There were flowers and confetti everywhere, I was so embarrassed!”

“I'm sorry my darling love, but from what I heard Princess Mirelle found it amusing once she recovered from the shock.”

“That's not the point! You deserve to be punished for what you did.”

“I assume that's why I'm wearing these.”

Clavis raised his hands a little, making the chain rattle.

“Yes, I'm not going to let you get away with it this time.”

You set your lips in a hard line and your cheeks were flushed. Clavis laughed internally delighted at the situation and the attention.

“Well since you're so serious, I'm ready to see just what punishment you have in store for me my lovely lover.”

Clavis lowered his voice almost purring at you. Normally he could smooth over the worst of your ire by showering you with love but…

“Oh no you don't, not today.”

Apparently you were more resolved than normal, or more angry with him, either way he found it amusing. He laughed out loud as you placed your hands on his chest and gave him a shove making him fall back into the desk chair. He was still laughing as you stepped away from him and studied him for a moment before nodding your head.

“Is your plan to lecture me? Or perhaps leave me here to think about what I've done and repent?”

“No! My plan…my plan is…”

Clavis tilted his head in curiosity. Your earlier bravado and anger seemed to subside in an instant and the red flush of anger on your cheeks was very quickly being replaced by a pink one that traveled up to your ears.

Just what are you up to my lovely fiance?

He watched you shake your head and let out the breath you had been holding as you squeezed your hands into fists.

“For you to have to sit there and not be able to touch me.”

Well…that's not what I was expecting, though it would explain the handcuffs. What exactly is she thinking about doing though? Regardless this is delightful and I should play along just a bit longer.

“That does sound like quite the punishment, depending on exactly what you do.”

Clavis grinned impishly at you as he waited for a reply but none came. Instead you reached for the top button of your blouse and slowly undid it, then the next and the next.

Oh my, it seems my darling little rabbit intends to give me a show. This certainly is a punishment, or it would be for somebody not as skilled as I am.

Clavis kept his eyes on you as his hands fumbled behind his back. He deftly retrieved his lockpick from his sleeve and went to go about undoing the handcuffs.

What??

Clavis' face fell only for a moment but you apparently still noticed as you let out a giggle.

“Those are a special pair of handcuffs, metal's been melted into the keyhole so you won't be able to get them off. Well not without the help of a blacksmith at least."

Clavis' eyes widened in disbelief.

“Where did you…”

“Prince Keith gave them to me, he wasn't too happy with what happened to his sister either.”

Clavis was still coming to terms with the reality of being unable to free himself when you reached the last button on your blouse. He watched you slowly pull it off one shoulder at a time then letting it slip from your arms. He could feel his cock starting to throb and grow already and he grit his teeth.

“Come my lovely fiance, do you really want to do this?”

He watched as you nodded a coquettish smile on your face.

“I'm certain.”

Damn it. What was Keith doing with something like this anyways! It will be fine…

Clavis' thoughts came to a halt as you slowly tugged on the top lace of your corset. Carefully and painfully slowly you undid each corset lace until it hung loosely off your shoulders. Clavis' eyes were burning with lust and focused on your every movement. You shrugged your shoulders out of the corset dropping it to the floor before you sat on the edge of the bed and hiked up your skirt. Clavis swallowed hard as he watched your delicate fingers teasingly roll down one stocking then the other exposing your beautiful legs.

Clavis followed you with his eyes as you walked over to him, your stockings still in your hands. You stood as far away as you could from him and began leaning towards him. He was desperate to feel you but instead of kissing him you quickly crouched down and wrapped one of your stockings around his ankle. He jerked the other away from you before you could tie it to the chair as well.

“That's fine, this will still keep you in here.”

Clavis glared at you as you stood back up and moved away from him again.

“My lovely fiance, you certainly have become quite naughty. Where did you learn such behavior?”

“From my darling lover of course.”

Clavis sighed realizing he was beat, this time at least, and he helplessly watched as you removed the rest of your clothing. His cock straining against the buttons of his pants desperate to be released. This had already been enough for him but unfortunately you weren't finished with him yet.

Once you were naked you walked over to the bed and lifted one leg onto the bed. You bent over and slowly ran your fingertips up along your leg. Clavis growled and went to move but you had tied his one ankle surprisingly tight and he was pulled back onto the chair.

He watched as you repeated the arousing yet torturing sight with the other leg, this time when you reached the top instead of just stopping you let the fingers he could see move along and graze your sensitive spot and he bit his lip. His cock was twitching and straining even more against his pants and he wanted nothing more than to touch you and make love to you. As he bit his lip in frustration you turned to face him running your hands under your hair and letting it fall around you before bringing your hands down to your sides slowly caressing them.

Clavis was almost rabid as he watched your hands moving along your body wishing they were his. Just as he thought he couldn't take anymore you stopped and he let out a low groan as he shifted on the chair trying to find any relief from the discomfort of his cock being unjustly contained. He saw you smile as you crouched down and began to crawl across the floor towards him.

This is not, you can't, I won't survive it!

“Stop right there my lovely fiance.”

But you didn't stop, you just smiled even more. You reached his lap and brought your lips to his bulge kissing it before undoing his pants and setting it free and taking it into your mouth.

Clavis groaned, the feel of your lips tight around his cock making him want to touch you and pleasure you even more. He watched as you bobbed up and down his length while your tongue ran along his tip.

“When I get ngh out of these…”

Clavis said nothing more as his eyes closed and he felt himself about to cum. You had picked up on it as well and gripped him around the base as you went faster. Not long after he thrust his hips as he unloaded his thick cum in your mouth. He watched the way your throat moved as you swallowed every last bit of it down before licking his cock clean and putting it back into his pants. He thought surely now you would at least let him kiss you but you just stood up and walked away from him back to your clothes and began to dress.

“Very funny my love, now untie me and come her so I-”

“No.”

“No?”

I swear when I get free…

“This isn't fun any more, now quickly-”

“It wasn't supposed to be fun, it's a punishment, remember?”

My my she's grown quite devious, I'd be proud if I hadn't been on the receiving end. Not that I'm going to tell her that of course.

Clavis watched half-heartedly as you left the room and only vaguely heard you wish him goodnight. After all, he was too busy coming up with a plan to get you back for this most creative punishment.

A few hours later the door to the bedroom opened but it wasn't you that came in, it was Cyran and Clavis greeted him with a strained and twisted smile.

“Be a dear Cyran, wake the blacksmith will you.”

Cyran said nothing instead he just let out a sigh and sent up a silent prayer for his lady as he shut the door and walked off to carry out his master's request.

Tag List: @queengiuliettafirstlady, @nightghoul381, @nani-nani-nani.

[gravemations]

Just an Illusion DOAI OC Paul Fic

*memory processes active, replaying memory* 

Red lights flicker above, Paul is in the holding area in the labs again. A place that he was awfully familiar with, where he was waiting for another of those forsaken tests, he always hated them. 

He didn't like how the scientist would poke and prod  him but he knew he was sick for a long time and you are doing this job as a caretaker as payment for his treatment. 

He knew he was still sick, he could really feel his body for a long time. Didn't help that he didn't remember much, None of them really gave him a straight explanation for what he had thought. 

Some said that he survived a house fire that disfigured him, others said it was Veldigun sickness but it was really the same answer, it didn't help that his background was also muddled and did not have access to his own file. 

“You really believe they still have your best intentions in mind? what has it been, 1-2 months and still no answers.“ 

A very familiar voice drifted into his mind, one that he dreaded for months ever since he first started working here. 

“ You again??! Why can't you just leave me alone for once.“

Paul  stomped around the room in anger at hearing that voice again, he thought it had left this time. 

A transparent blue figure appeared in front of him, Its hair was a mess with leaves and sticks in it, its jumper ripped and covered in red marks with a green patch on their left arm with a yellow flower that was turning black.   

Its face was covered by a mark of red with only green eyes showing in front of it, Paul was familiar with this figure. Just an illusion that the foundation produced, he has been told to ignore these but this one was particularly loud and he had a hard time trying to ignore it. 

It frowned hovering in front of him, looking right into his eyes. 

“ Not answering again, come on Paul you're smarter than this. Why are you not questioning anything that's going on here?“ 

“I'm not questioning anything, I'll just get into more trouble than I already am. I am not on good terms with the foundation at the moment thanks to you, so now kindly dissipate like the worthless illusion you are.“

Paul waves off the figure like he always does, he knows that he is not even meant to acknowledge it at all. 

The ghostly figure seems to be bothered with comment and crosses its arms in a defensive pose, till it suddenly gains a cheeky green across its face. 

“Oh just an illusion you say?? Can just an illusion do this?“

As it said this Paul's arm starts to move on its own without his input and punches a hole into the wall.  

“WHAT IN THE!??? OK OK, just stop.“

Paul freaks about as he loses control of his arm for a second before regaining control, checking his hard for damage. 

Lucky for him, his hand was fine not even feeling it like usual, Did it always feel so sharp?. 

“Did you really have to do that?“

Paul staring daggers at it. 

The figure floats around him and it laughs a tiny bit. 

“Weird that didn't hurt you huh? But yeah sorry about that. It was just to prove my point. I knew that it wouldn't hurt you. I did not intend on breaking the wall, You're stronger than you look .“  

“Okay fine you proved your point, you're not just an illusion. So what do you want from me?“

He grumbles, he is dealing with something more extreme than he first anticipated. 

“Oh I don't want anything from you, I'm here to help you. This place is not safe for you, they want to keep you locked up to see how you tick. I'm just here to remind you who you really are, Paul.“

It said sincerely for once. 

Paul begins to ask what it meant by that before the sound of metal doors opening and the sound of a quicken pace enter from the hall, there appears a tired Dr Finch catching his breath at the doorway. 

He stands there catching his breath before approaching Paul with an angry look on his face. 

“#56 What on earth are you doing? Do you know how much it is to fix a hole in the wall? I'll have to report this.“

Finch responds to Paul as he guides him out of the room for testing. 

*memory ended*

Everything then fades to black as a shade of blue covers Paul's eyes, As he begins to process the room he is in. He can feel minor damage to the back of his head even though it is not painful.

Paul felt disoriented as he looked around the room, The floor was dirt and uneven. The walls around him were clearly tin and old tools and chemicals were around. Paul came to the conclusion that he was in an old shed. 

He tried to get up but he realized he was tied to an old wooden chair, he thought about trying to wriggle out of it before hearing voices just outside. 

“Do you really have to keep that thing in my shed, what if it gets out?“

A gruff voice with a bit of a southern accent could be heard sharing its concerns. 

“It's okay Simon, the caretaker is not going to get out and besides if it does I'm pretty sure Clyde can huddle it. It's just one caretaker. We just need information for the raid and then we can deal with it.“

A different voice comforted the others concerns, This voice was younger and lacked a clearer accent but Paul could tell exactly who this was.   

Paul felt the dread building as the door opened to revive a human of slender frame,with messy brown hair with faded bleached sides wearing a green flannel and a purple patch with a yellow flower on their right. 

He felt a sense of panic, defeat but also strangely relief as standing before him The Eastridge Traitor “Alex Williams.“

Alex approached Paul with caution with that damn Demon right behind him, He had never seen it up close and now he wishes he didn't. Those Yellow eyes staring right into him, not ever looking away. Staring at him with curiosity and malice. 

Not before long Alex decided to speak up. 

“I hope you don't mind but we have some questions for you?“

[anemonelovesfiction]

Kinktober 4- Choking/ Spanking

Avatar! Jake Sully x Human! Fem Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Smut bro. MDNI or I’ll block you.

So there is a special someone I wanted to dedicate this for getting her blog back! I hope you can read and enjoy on your own time My Love 🌙 ❤️ @pandoraslxna

Sul’Eyanos is not something that is in Na’Vi vocabulary but something I had actually come up with… it means the binding of three souls, aka three soulmates. I did it when I was writing a shifting script for myself to be in a relationship with both Jake and Neytiri because I couldn’t break them up 🫣

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Word count: 6k words (sorry I got carried away but I included both choking AND spankies 🤭)

One of the strangest things about being on Pandora, was the fact that I had been born amongst them as a total surprise, sure my parents knew they were expecting, but I was an accident. We lived in an already confined space, but I’d always been a good listener, making sure I appeased my parents and wasn’t much of a nuisance, taking interest in what they called ‘work’ and going along with it. I found myself sticking beside Max’s side, which is how I knew that there was a new batch of scientists arriving, I was thirteen around the time that Jake and Norm had arrived on the planet.

I’d felt drawn to the ex-marine, for some reason, stunning half the staff when I’d bothered making an effort into saying hello to him, his smile spreading on his lips as I seemed to talk to him normally, not bending down or in his face. I was often shy in nature and never bothered speaking unless spoken to and that had been out of character for me.

I had been very close with my mother, but she had developed cancer in her brain, dying about three weeks prior to the next batch’s arrival, so I’d mostly been with my dad -who already buried himself in his work to forget about mom- and Max, who’d claimed he’d seen me reading a lot of medical books, taking me under his wing and teaching me everything he knew. Although Max was a scientist, he doubled as a Doctor for the humans, and somewhat of a medic for the Avatar’s as well. Since he’d taken me under his wing I’d been joined at the hip, essentially becoming a Doctor alongside him without the official title.

There had been very few things I had done on purpose within those three months since Jake’s arrival. One of them having been conspiring with Max and Trudy on how to sneak the trio out of the jail cell they were being held in, Max telling me he had to go with them and entrusted the care of the other humans and Avatars to me- a thirteen year old with no medical degree, taking care of adults- one of them having just given birth about three days ago.

Another thing I’d done on purpose was making sure that the other scientists hadn’t caught on that I had been without Max and attempted to make it seem like everything had been alright, until Paz had bumped into me and asked where Max was since she claimed she needed to be given a green pass to start working again, it had been about ten minutes since we had broken the others from their cell and my heart was beating erratically at the woman before me. She cut her losses with me and struggled to keep a steady gait while attempting to stomp away, knowing I had to place a couple of stitches on her tears after her son’s delivery.

Max appears not even a second later telling me Jake needed us to stay on the inside and be his lookouts in case any other thing happened. Another thing I had blindly agreed to and purposely done, I was a kid, I’d do anything for the people I’d grown to call my friends, even though I knew thats not how the real world worked.

But one of the things I hadn’t done on purpose was the crush that developed from having found it easy to talk to the ex-marine, I felt like an idiot for feeling as if I had been getting any kind of special treatment from him. Even when he’d always take the time to show me the pretty flowers that grew in the forest whenever he’d managed to sneak me out alongside Grace. Pointing out the many different kinds that grew in clusters while Grace and Norm took samples a couple miles away from hells gate and still very far from the Omatikaya. During the small period between him getting accepted as one of the people and before the war.

I did find him attractive in either form, but I should have known better than to let that shit stay in my head, knowing that there was no way he would feel the same for a thirteen year old. And I was proven right when I’d overheard him talking to Norm and Max at one point and stating that Neytiri was pregnant. I’d obviously had to congratulate him alongside the other men and I did feel happy to know he had finally seemed to have found his purpose, but I had cried so much that night. Taking it upon myself to follow in my fathers footsteps and drowning myself in my work and slowly detaching any kind of relationship I had developed with him, barely speaking to Norm unless it involved work, and not needing Max to hover over my shoulder anymore.

But that was fifteen years ago, I’m twenty-eight now, the same age Jake was when he’d given up his human life and permanently passed through the eye of Eywa, truly becoming a Na’vi and having woke up in his blue body, burying the body he’d once inhabited. I could feel a pull toward him any time I’d see him come in through hells gate but always pulled myself away from any room he had entered or pretended to act busy, I didn’t need to put myself through the same depressed puppy love I had when I was younger.

“Hey there stranger.”

My head snaps up at the sudden familiar baritone voice I’d taken to avoid any time I could, removing the one earbud that had been in my ear as I took my late night leisurely walk to give myself a break before diving my head back into my books, back already stiff as I turn around slowly, praying it was just my imagination. I just stupidly stared up at him.

“After all this time and you’re still quiet, huh?” He lowers his body as he squats on his toes and meets my height, I take a step back to give him his personal space so he doesn’t feel like I was invading it and he eyes me warily.

“Do I smell?” He jokes with a glimmer in his eyes and a half smile, showing his pointed canines, thats right, I have to act like I’m not losing my shit or going to embarrass myself.

“Sorry, just a bit tired. Was there something I could do for you?” I asked and watch him lift a brow and eye me warily.

“C’mon, kid, you treat me like you don’t know me.” Another playful smile but I internally grimace at the nickname, Kid, thats all he’d ever see me as and I thin my lips without meaning to and nod my head a big and turn to place the earbud on the stack of books I’d come back with.

“Life has changed the both of us, I knew you a long time ago and you have changed, you may as well be a stranger to me.” I shrug lightly but force a smile to imply that I had been joking. “What brings you in, shouldn’t you be off doing Olo’eyktan duties?” I attempt to redeem myself by adding the bit of sass I used to have for him, but I could tell by the flash in his eyes he knew I was putting on an act.

“I wanna show you somethin’.” He tilts his head back as if also asking me to go with him somewhere and I knew I had to decline. I was practically in love with a man I met as a child even though I knew he had been married and he had children, I knew nothing would happen if I decided to oblige and head out with him, but I knew I had to stay here for my own sanity.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” I stated firmly and felt some pride blossoming through me.

“You have something more interesting going on in here?” He asks simply, taking a glance around the lab as if trying to understand what I had found worthy of my attention at that moment, eyes coming back to meet mine.

“Well it’s not interesting but-“ This had been my first mistake.

“Then lets go.” He urges but remains on his toes and watching me intently.

“It’s my job-“ Second mistake.

“ The humans that stayed don’t work for the RDA and you aren’t your father.” He stated and my face falls at that comment.

When the RDA had arrived with General Frances Ardmore, they had essentially told all of the staff that they could have been arrested for treason, since my father had gone through everything on Earth, they had a file on him as well as every human Scientist and Doctor that remained on this planet. Had they voluntarily come back and assisted the RDA they would be dropped of said charges and receive the full time pay and compensation for ‘doing the right thing’. I’d grown upset at this statement but was reminded by Max and Norm that I had been born on Pandora and no record had ever been kept on me on Earth, they didn’t know of my existence and I was free to choose whatever it was I wanted, so I chose to stay. Unbeknownst to me, my father decided to leave as if everything he’d ever worked for had meant nothing, like abandoning me was the better option, another one of the reasons I buried myself in my work so I wouldn’t be reminded of how easy it was for him to betray the humans and myself.

“It’s still my job to find remedies to cure anyone who gets sick.” My third mistake was to attempt to keep this conversation going and I watch him roll his eyes.

“Who gets sick on Pandora anymore, if anything you could always learn from Mo’at, lets go.” He’d asked nicely before but this sounded more demanding. I hesitantly look back at the stack of books I had brought to read. To be fair, I’d read these books several times and I wasn’t looking forward to reading them again or adding notes onto my notes. My eyes glide over to his before I sigh.

“Fine, where are we going?” I asked him and see his smile grow before standing tall again, extending his comically large hand over toward me, and I take it as he turns and starts walking.

“You won’t need a mask.” He continues walking just a bit further before reaching a closed door in which you needed badge access to get through, but I was never really bothered walking anywhere I didn’t need to be and was pretty sure my badge wouldn’t slide the doors open, but he turns to take it and scans it in, and I watch the doors part, a circular room in front of us encased in glass.

My eyes widen slightly to take in the room, there are floor-to-ceiling windows where the curvature was, noticing most of the mountain we were encased in covering about five foot off the floor, the rest of it uncovered and showing the night sky above, the stars shining beautifully. I had no idea this place existed beyond the doors and hearing the whirr of the mechanics of the door shutting again.

“What is this place?” I asked and felt myself stepping closer to the glass, placing my hands on the window in awe, staring up at the sky and feeling like a little nerd all over again.

“It connected to the old observatory when this building was still a part of Hell’s Gate. Crazy how it fit perfectly in here.” I could see his body come into view from my peripheral and he’s gazing up at the stars, like he’s trying to find one, before smiling and pointing it out, although its hard to tell which one he’s looking at.

“Do you see that pale yellow star off in the distance, it has three blue ones around it.” He specifies and I let my eyes wander and actually manage to see the star he’d been talking about, all three stars shared a different hue of the color but the pale yellow shone brightly against it.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Thats where I come from.” He stated proudly, almost nostalgically.

“Do you miss it?” I asked while allowing my eyes to stare at the stars in the sky, many of them were white, very few were blue, and only one was that pale yellow color. A small insignificant dot in the sky suddenly bringing on more meaning to my life.

“No, I found my place here.”

“I’m sure you feel accepted here more than you did on Earth.”

“Sure I did, it’s not every day you’re welcomed by the thirteen year old who is said to be shy by every crew member, only to realize she had a crush on the cripple.” He lightly pushes my shoulder, the beautiful expanse of space now being long forgotten as my widened eyes turn to meet his.

“You knew?” I had been too focused on avoiding him after a while and felt that it had been enough distance to make it seem like I’d outgrown him, as if he were a phase in my life I was no longer interested in. Far too invested in his answer to allow myself to blush or feel any shame from it, what he didn’t need to know is that I still felt this way, even now in his blue body.

“It wasn’t hard to decipher.” He shrugs while speaking and I could feel the embarrassment settle as I hunch my shoulders at the ick I could feel crawling up my body.

“I’m sorry.” I stated rather sourly, my eyes finding a deep interest in the floor below me, this was starting to get awkward and I needed to leave, I should have known the night was going to be spoiled by my own feelings.

“I should probably go,” I pointed back over my shoulder and turned pretty quick not bothering to meet his eyes. I was hoping he wasn’t as observant as he had been before and wouldn’t notice that the feeling persisted on my end, the last thing I needed was to be teased about how I’d felt about a mated man, but if he were to see through it, would he see my attempts at staying away from him and the respect I had for Neytiri and his children? Would he see that I willingly avoid him at all costs?

“So she was right.” His voice rings out and snaps me out of my thoughts, his big hand had wrapped around my bicep to stop me from walking further, and my head whipped around to stare at him.

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Just when I think I know everything about the Na’Vi and have found my understanding in their culture, there always seems to be something added on to it and more customs I had been unaware of. One of them was the binding of three souls, something Neytiri told me is quite rare, she had been open at explaining that she only taught me the basics while teaching me her ways, but since I had been Olo’eyktan now, I must know of everything in order to properly fulfill my duties.

She explained the binding of the three souls, better known as Sul’Eyanos, is a pull from someone toward an already mated pair, something that is initiated by Eywa when she feels the three are compatible and better off together. She had stated she often found herself checking in on Y/n to see where the younger woman had been and if she didn’t see her anywhere she’d feel sadness. Neytiri could tell that the human was attracted to me from the moment she had met her, mentioned that Y/n had purposely avoided me, but harbored those feelings deep inside.

“Who was right?” Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I could tell she’d been embarrassed by the situation, tears weren’t exactly threatening to escape but her eyes had become glossy, and it felt like the puzzle piece had finally snapped into the right place. Without another word I’m quick to pull at her arm to turn her back to face me, release my hold on her, and place my hand on her lower back as I squat on my toes, bringing her even closer and connecting our lips.

I remember when I first kissed Neytiri, I could feel a warmth rapidly spreading through my body, a primal need to face plant her on the forest floor and fuck her had guided me to doing just that, not that she had minded, that same urge surging through my body at this moment. I could feel her tiny hands push against my chest and I’d backed away from her even though I hadn’t wanted to.

“Wait, you’re mated, what are you doing, what would Neytiri think?” I could see the panic settling on her face, her gaze downcast and I knew she’d attempt to slide out of my grasp at any moment.

“Hey, hey, look at me-“ I use my hand as gently as I can to caress her cheek, making her refocus on me, feeling pride at managing to get her to look back up, smiling gently.

“This was her idea.” I admit and watch her shock resurface. “We were given the opportunity to have a third mate, Eywa has chosen you for us, but we don’t want to force it on you.”

The confusion starts changing into hurt as her eyes fill up with tears, some already falling onto her cheeks, I could only watch as she starts to frantically pull herself away from my hold, her small cries reaching my ears and my own chest starting to feel heavy. I did not intend for her to cry and had no idea how to calm her at the moment, but I knew the second she’d get out of my grasp it would be game-over, she’d work overtime in avoiding us and refuse to be near us.

“Babygirl, stop it.” I huffed but she listens, slumping over and letting her tears fall like a river, I sigh and work on swiping them with my thumb. “I know you think this might be a prank or some stupid shit like that, but it’s not.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, but this is-“

I didn’t bother waiting for her to finish her words and placed my lips over hers once more, one hand on her cheek and the other on the back of her head to hold her steady, but also to prevent her from pulling away this time. Her smaller hands had pressed against my chest and applied pressure to steady herself, never pushing harder to get me off of her, but the primal urge surges through me again and the need to claim her was making my head feel stuffy.

I swipe my tongue over her bottom lip while sliding the hand that had been on her head down toward the back of her neck to cradle it, the hand on her cheek sliding down toward the small of her back to pull her closer.

“Mmph-“ I’m assuming she tried to say something but wasn’t protesting much when I shoved my tongue in her mouth. I could taste the fruit she’d been eating earlier and remember Max saying she had been obsessed with yovo when she was younger, I could tell from the taste she still had been, swiping my tongue over hers and feeling it go limp, allowing me to do whatever I pleased.

I could feel myself pulling her body closer against mine, glad I’d managed to build up my endurance for this pose while tending to my own children, thankful I had the use of my legs again. My ears flicker at the sound she’d made and feel a craving to want to hear it again, tongue and lips disconnecting from hers and quickly kissing along her neck, ensuring my fangs were dragging alongside her skin and hearing her breath come out in short pants.

“Jake~” She whines, the hands that had been on my chest showing my just how much she was enjoying it as her nails dug into my skin.

“I can smell you babygirl, oh fuck, can’t keep myself off you.” I grunt out as my hands were quick to tug on her shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off, catching her open her eyes and nodding frantically, sliding it off and attaching my mouth back on her neck, kissing down her chest.

“Are you sure we should-“

“Yes.” I groan as I felt the weight of her chest in the palms of my hands, looking back up at her angelic face. “We go as far as you want, hmm.” I hummed to catch her attention and she meets my eyes with a nod.

“I want to, but-“

“Then we will.” I stated while simultaneously running my thumbs across her nipples and hearing her gasp lightly, her face turning downward to look at my hands encasing her chest, planting myself on my knee’s and covering her body with mine and placing one of her breast in my mouth, flicking the nipple with my mouth and teasing the other one with my hand. Feeling her tiny hands grab onto my scalp to keep my face cradled in her arms and chest.

“Jake~” She moans lightly as I switch between her breasts, ensuring I plant a kiss between them before placing the other in my mouth, the other one being rolled between my pointer finger and thumb, gently pushing her down on the cold metal floor. A small hiss leaving her lips as her back comes into contact with it.

I’d knelt myself down on the floor, sliding myself between her legs, scooting close enough to have the backs of her thighs meet my shoulders as I got myself settled in, hearing a slight squeak as my hands grab her ass to slightly lift her, resisting my urge to take her at this moment and groaning at her scent.

“You done any of this before?” I asked and see her bite her lip, nervously looking away and nodding her head, feeling relief flood through me, knowing I wouldn’t hurt her and she’d be used to some stretch.

“Good.” I bring my mouth to kiss her exposed thigh, the skirt she’d been wearing wasn’t covering much from this angle, but that was a reward, I had to work my way toward it. My arms had wrapped themselves around them, the tips of my fingers gently squeezing the inner thigh and pulling them apart as I kissed, licked, and nipped at them. Hearing her breath hitch as I got closer, she’d been subtly moving her hips over, hearing a groan of frustration once I switched over to the other thigh and repeating the process.

“For the love of Eywa-“ She huffs and brings her head up and this had been the first time I’d ever seen the fire blazing in her eyes, nipping the skin just right while staring at her, her head falling back down.

“You wanna finish that thought?” I ask as my head feels dizzy from being this close to her clothed cunt and wanting to devour her.

“No-“ She mutters weakly, her head shaking, and eyes closed tightly. I take it upon myself to nuzzle my nose on her clothed cunt, skirt having been thrown on her belly carelessly, eyes closing and a loud groan emitting from my throat as I take the first sniff straight from the source, my cock hardening fully.

“Fuck.” I stated loudly, taking in another sniff, my head feeling dizzy as the logical part of my consciousness was getting muted, my primal urges surfacing as my finger hooks toward the side of her underwear, and swiping it to the side, her scent and leaking cunt making me groan, not bothering to check in with her before my face is shoved into her sweet petals, tongue pulling her lips apart and finally tasting her.

“Fuck-“ Her breathy gasp follows along the slightest thrust of her hips, I squeeze my hold on her thighs slightly tongue starting to work in overdrive for two reasons, to get to taste her deliciousness and to be able to hear her moan.

“Oh fuck!” She gasps while panting, hands finding comfort in my hair and holding on for dear life, the slightest of tugging toward where she wanted me had my logic slipping further, not caring if her thighs were attempting to close around my head and wanting to drown myself in her scent.

“Stop fuckin’ moving, babygirl.” I protested, feeling the cool breeze hitting my face wherever her juices decided to stick, knowing it had ran past my lips, her eyes shooting open and ready to say something. But I slid my finger into her cunt and all that comes out is a choked moan, head falling back to the floor.

“Please, please use another.” She begs silently, eyes slightly open, head lolled to the side just to look at me, my pride swelling since she had refused to lift her head.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” I oblige and place another finger in her warmth hearing her draw in another gasp and broken moan as I did so.

“Talk to me.” I stop all thrusting and keep my fingers buried inside her, my cock straining against my loincloth, but refusing to continue until she tells me if she’d fine or if I’m hurting her.

“Feels like a dick- just your fingers, please move, move now.” She rambles in hushed whispers that I barely catch as the sound of the blood traveling impossibly fast through my body- mostly down South- is roaring loudly in my ears. I slowly work on drawing my fingers back out of her cunt and slide them back in, hearing her first loud moan. Soaking up the sound with my ears turned toward her, wanting to not waste any of this experience.

“You won’t be left unsatisfied again, babygirl, I can promise you that.” I grunt and find myself captivated to pull my wet fingers out of her cunt, her whines rippling through my brain, telling me to get back to work, but I just had to take her clothes off. Tapping her hips with one of my wet fingers and feeling her understand my command right as I settle on my knees, the heels of her feet settling on the floor once more to lift her hips, finally taking off her skirt and underwear in one swoop, her bottom falling back onto the floor beneath her, legs spreading greedily to welcome me back into my spot.

“Hands and knees,” I stated as I untied my loincloth, dick springing upward and she freezes, looking at it as if she’d never seen one before.

“Thats huge.” Her eyes appear widened, mouth slightly open as she stares at it.

“Thought you said you’ve done this before.” I smirk with my teasing tone, some clarity returning back to me.

“With another human- is that going to fit?” I can hear the worry in her voice, and take the time to stroke her cheek again, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, connecting our foreheads.

“I’ll make it fit, babygirl, get in position.”

She nods before placing her knee’s on the floor with her hands bent at an angle, pushing her ass in the air as if presenting herself to me and I groan at the sight, taking the fingers I’d previously shoved in her cunt and do it again, exploring her from the new angle and hearing her moans return louder this time.

“Fuck, you look delicious.” I mutter through my lips as I focus on thrusting my fingers into her sopping cunt and not wanting to fight against my own urges, and finally giving into them.

_________

A stinging sensation spread like wildfire on my bottom, but his fingers continuing their ministrations were driving me wild, a loud moan escaped my lips when another slap is reverberating in the empty room, my cunt instinctively squeezing on his thick fingers. With only two of his fingers in I felt like I was getting fucked, humans must be pretty small in comparison to Na’Vi.

A third slap was done to distract me from the third finger being inserted, the stretch was absolutely welcomed, his thrusts having slowed down a bit to help me accommodate for the extra digit but my hips were starting to meet his thrusts as I pushed myself back onto his hands.

“Your pussy is such a greedy thing, yeah? Rocking back to meet my fingers like the hungry cock-slut you are.” Another slap resonates within the semi-circular room, not bothering to respond verbally as my moans and whimpers were telling him everything he needed to know. He slips his fingers out and I can hear him grunt, turning my head back and biting my lip as I see him rubbing his slick covered hand over his cock, eyes locked with mine.

“You ready?”

“Fuck me.” I mumble under my breath at his cockiness, his lazy smile cut off by a whimper and that catches my attention.

“I will.” Fuck me indeed. He places his left hand on my hip while continuing to stroke himself as he lines up to me.

“I hope I stretched you out enough.” He whispers and I can feel the head of his cock slip in, the sting that I’d only felt when losing my virginity starting up again and I suck in a breath.

“Fuck babygirl, don’t clamp down like that-“ Jake grunts and sneaks the hand covered in my juices snaking around my hip, placing a large finger on my bud, heavily rubbing the nervous tissue and I buck my hips at the feeling, taking more of him in.

“Thats it,” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he keeps the same pace, taking the time to slide the head of his cock in and out cautiously, if I could think without my horny brain I’d be bursting at the seams at his realization and quick thinking.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, such a good girl for me, huh?” He asks rhetorically.

“Yes~” I moan out and slide myself further down his shaft, taking in the pleasure of him paying attention to my sensitive clit once more, feeling used to the head and craving more, but he was right about one thing, I don’t think I’d be unsatisfied anymore.

“You should see what I see,” His hand abandons my clit and another slap, this time a wet spot left from his fingers cooling down the stinging cheek right as he draws himself out and shoves himself all the way in, the breath getting knocked out of my lungs at that moment.

“Move, move, move, move, move-“ I chant toward him, needing to feel that friction again, not caring if the slightest sting was there, wanting to feel the way his head and shaft glide in so smoothly that it sets all my nerves on fire, another wet smack on my ass as he obliges, repeating the movement.

“Jake, please, again-“ I pant as I say those words and feel another smack on the opposite cheek, releasing a frustrated moan as he stays still, I can feel his arms leave my hips and I whine at the loss, a thud implying they’d been placed in front of me due to his size.

“Hush ya’ mouth, kid,” He comments in my ear, straining his voice as he attempts to thrust slowly, dropping some of the weight of his chest into my back to prevent me from moving my hips back.

“I don’t wanna hold back, please, just go at your pace, I don’t care, please.” I moan between words, I didn’t care if I couldn’t walk from the mind blowing dick he was giving me, I just needed to come.

“Shut up, babygirl.”

I feel a hand circle around my neck from his position, his thumb and fingers squeezing gently at my neck as he says that and I could feel a flutter in my pussy, heat pooling down my lower belly, and I felt a deep desire to be filled with his come.

“You like being choked hmm I can feel your sweet cunt squeezing my cock.” His voice is driven my lust that I didn’t think this was the same man talking to me earlier. “I’ve wanted to take care of this sweet pussy for a while now, watch it swallow my cock, hear you beg for it.” Jake pauses and I felt the orgasm that had been approaching stop with his movement.

“Beg.”

“Please let me come, I was so close, please-“

“Mm, you could do better than that, you did so good for your colleague last week, do I need to repeat the words you told him?”

I could feel my pussy drench in juices as he stated that. I’d heard the sound of someone closing the door right after I’d almost reached an orgasm with Jensen but he told me I was just imagining everything- of course right after he’d gotten to come and left me high and dry- I had to finish myself off in my room, I wonder if he-

“Shame you had to finish yourself off, but that won’t happen again, just beg.”

“In the-“ I pant as I feel the heat on my face “-nicest way possible, I don’t wanna walk after.” I stated with a gasp as he picks up his speed.

“S’what I fuckin’ thought.” He mutters in my ear and squeezes the sides of my neck once more, I believed he’d already been going as fast as possible, only to feel him lift me from my neck as he settled myself on his knees, making sure my thighs were spread over his knee’s, still squeezing my neck.

The shock of him lifting me, settling me on his lap, and thrusting his hips at lightning speed had my orgasm approaching faster than it had been when he was moving at a turtles pace. I could feel my thighs shaking at the feel of the head of his dick rubbing every spot inside I had no idea existed. My feet hadn’t exactly been touching the ground, but I could feel them ghosting over the floor with every thrust, the idea of being manhandled like this turned me on so much.

“Jake, I’m coming, I’m-“ I didn’t have time to finish the sentence as he squeezes the side of my neck and reaches over his other hand to rub my clit, speeding the process along nicely and making my orgasm crash over me.

The words he’d been saying were incoherent at the time, but I did feel warmth, everywhere. He’d wrapped his hands around my chest, the other on my hip to keep me steady, and another type of stretch was filling my pussy, his cock buried deep in me as he comes inside, most of it being dumped out due to it’s limited space.

“Holy fucking shit.” I stated tiredly, thighs still shaking as I manage to slowly bring myself out of my orgasmic mind-fuck. Mind suddenly reeling back and realizing what we’d done. “Holy fucking shit-“ I repeated in a different tone.

“You are ours, babygirl, you don’t need to freak out. It was her idea, remember?” He stated while kissing my temple and I could feel my heart rate picking up.

“I’m still scared to face her now. I fucked her husband.”

“She is also your wife.”

“But does she want to be-“

“Would I be here getting you off if she didn’t want to?”

[levi501ackerman]

Steel Heart Chapter 12: Sapphires

Hange x Reader Chapter Index Masterlist AO3

Megan's Note: I'm back from vacation and I have about 10 days until fall semester starts! I plan on nonstop writing<3 I'm so excited for whats to come. Angst, Action and Smut! Posted: 8/17/24

Word Count: 4.1k

As you walked with Dame Hange Zoe in the tall field, it was hard to stomach Zeke’s face. It was hard to stomach that Zeke was the traitor. How could Zeke be the traitor? He had been protecting you since he came to Levi’s camp with the letter from Commander Erwin.

You thought of the day when the Marleyan Cult’s mutts attacked the knights and you on the way to Karanese District. After Beauty stumbled over a horse, you and Levi flew off her back. You were left in the grass helpless while the knights were fighting the vicious dogs. You remembered Zeke guarded you with his body. Zeke put himself in between you and three mutts. He was risking his own life to protect yours.

Unlike the Marleyan Cultists in the Karanese District, Zeke had not been capturing you or taking you away from the knights. A tinge of sympathy for Zeke captivated your thoughts. Was Levi going to kill him? 

“Hange . . . Levi’s not going to kill Zeke, right?” The pause before Hange’s reply put you on edge. A foreboding feeling rose in you. If Zeke was the traitor, how can we tell who to trust? You missed Sir Zacharius and wished he was healthy so you could be with him. He was vetted through Fairy Godmother Christa and Ymir.

“Levi’s just going to ask Zeke a few questions.”

“He was beating Zeke!”

“Princess Y/N, getting you safely to Mitras Castle is the goal.” You groaned at Hange’s words and stomped your foot. There was a pang of frustration when you noticed tears in your eyes. 

“I don’t want to do this! I don’t want to marry Prince Marco. I want my life back! I want to feel safe again!” Another wave of embarrassment overcame you as you realized Hange probably thought you were childish for lashing out your thoughts. If you acted like this in front of Levi, you he would call you a brat. “UGH!” You plopped yourself on the ground and covered your face with your hands.

Hange’s presence came next to you, and you felt a hand on your back.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Just know I will always keep you safe. You are safe with me until my very last breath. You must feel scared and overwhelmed—”  

“No! I’m sorry for acting like a brat,” you said bitterly, now feeling annoyed with yourself for how you acted. “I don’t know how to explain this . . . but Hange, you’re just very . . . accepting. I feel like . . . like I don't have to be on my best behavior around you . . . like I . . . I don't know how to explain it . . .” You trailed off. For the few times you talked to Hange, they actually talked to you. Being around Hange made you forget about the Marleyan Cult hunting you. 

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Princess! You are not a brat.” You emerged from the hands that were hiding yourself to see Hange giving you a friendly smile. A supportive smile. A cute smile. “Cheer up, darling! You don’t want our pet bunny to meet her mom all upset, do ya?”

“No,” you shook your head. Hange stood tall and then offered you a hand. Your frustration melted away as you hopped onto your feet. Something about Hange’s smile makes you want to be around them more.

“Let’s not think about the cult, Levi or Zeke . . . have you thought about a name for our pet bunny?” Hange was scanning the field of grass. 

“No, I can’t think of a human name to name it. I know you said no names like Fluffy or Cutie, but those are cute names for a rabbit!” There were dead grass pieces and tiny yellow flowers by your feet. The sun in the west sky went behind a white, puffy cloud. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but feel worried about Zeke. 

To you, Zeke was like every other knight. Protective, helpful, and he laid down his life for you. The night when a ward of the Marleyan Cult appeared in front of the Karanese District Headquarters, Zeke helped you escape the burning building with the help of some of Levi’s late comrades. You still didn’t know how the headquarters caught fire or who killed Commander Lobov. Levi thought the traitor killed Commander Lobov, but did Zeke ever personally meet Commander Lobov? He was part of the group of knights that went to eat . . . You figured Zeke didn’t need to personally know Commander Lobov to kill him, but what was his reason for doing so?

“What about Daisy or Luna?”

“Cute names, but I’m not feeling it,” you blankly stared ahead. Even if you saw a bunny, you were not in the mindset to catch it.

“Hmm.”

Your stomach grumbled and Hange’s stew was on your mind. It really was delicious and filling. It was a shorter day of travel, but you felt more tired and hungry. A cloud of smoke was coming from the camp. You hoped the knights were beginning to get dinner prepared. You could barely distinguish the knights moving around the camp from the distance.

“Hange? Do you think we can start heading back?” You pointed in the direction of the smoke. Hange bit the inside of their cheek as they noticed the smoke. After several moments of internally debating whether to head back, Hange agreed.

“ . . . Sure,”

“Do you know what we are going to eat tonight?”

“I’m not making dinner tonight, but I know there’s some beef that we can eat, rice, roasted vegetables—of course . . .”

“Can you tell me more bunny facts?” Hange lit up. They suddenly got a pep in their step.

“Of course I can! Did I already tell you about their vision?”

“No!”

“Then I’ll tell you now! Rabbits have great peripheral vision! They can see nearly three hundred and sixty degrees. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see what’s behind you? Like having eyes in the back of your head?”

“Like Levi!”

During dinner, you sat next to Levi, who was eyeing Zeke. He was tied against the tree and blood was sticking to his beard. Three knights were standing around the tree guarding him. A tinge of sympathy spread through your chest. Being next to Captain Levi’s distrusting gaze made you not question whether Zeke was the traitor. Only why? Why did he protect you if he was the traitor? 

Earlier, you were hungry and wanted food after a long day. Now your appetite disappeared while being near Zeke’s slacked and beaten body tied to the tree. Did Levi get more information out of Zeke? You forced yourself to eat the rice, beef, and roasted vegetables. Levi had been making you eat nearly two servings of meals, and with Zeke tied to a tree nearby, it was hard to finish the first plate. You wondered if Zeke would have a meal, but it seemed unlikely due to Levi’s scowl toward him. 

Dinner was quiet, and there was a sense of awkwardness as if the knights were hesitant to speak in front of Zeke. The crackling of fire and the scrapes of silverware against the plates were heard through the camp. Knights faintly whispered to each other. Across the camp, Dame Hange spoke to one of the knights from their squad. You wished they were next to you talking to you. You knew Hange would add a light-hearted energy during dinner.  

Across the campfire, you saw Eren glaring at Zeke, and you remembered he was his half-brother. Though Eren mentioned they were not close, Zeke being a traitor, might have added another wedge between them. There was no distinct way to tell the difference between a member of the Marleyan Cult and a non-cultist. 

“Levi? How did you know Zeke was the traitor? How did you know he was from the Marleyan Cult? Was there a tattoo, or did his accent slip, indicating he was from the cult?” Levi looked at his cup filled with steaming tea. He swirled it and thoughtfully paused. The pause was strained and mindful yet with an admitting cluelessness. 

“There are no good or bad people—only people with beliefs and those against the beliefs. The Marleyan Cult believes you are the chosen one—the key to their ultimate weapon. Then there’s us who believe you are worth living a long life as Queen. If you were born on the other side, you might have believed some other girl is worth sacrificing on their quarter birthday.” 

The following mouthfuls of food were hard to swallow. Levi was lenient on the second plate as long as you finished the first. Later, Levi brought you your nightly cup filled with steaming tea and crushed sleeping pills. You drank the warm tea, and after a while, you started feeling lethargic. 

As the dark twilight sky cast over the camp, Eren and two other knights took the next rotation of guarding Zeke. Before walking toward yours and Hange’s shared tent, you glanced at Zeke one last time—the traitor. A sickening thought came to you; you realized Zeke would have to sleep tied to the tree. Do traitors deserve this? Because people are not for your cause . . . do they deserve inhumane treatment? Zeke—

It clicked.

Maybe all at once.

But a thought was planted in your mind, and it sprouted. 

Zeke exposed you at the Karanese Headquarters when Zeke, Oluo, Eld, and Gunther were helping you reach the stables. 

Were your thoughts betraying you? 

When a knight charging into battle knocked you onto the wet cobblestone, Zeke encouraged you to continue to the stables. He roared your name. 

Did he have to? 

Zeke yelled in front of the Marleyan Cult members, “Princess Y/N! Run!”

Did he mean to?

He made sure the ward attacking Karanese District heard him. Zeke made sure that the cult members knew you were the Princess. After Zeke screamed your title and your name, the cultists turned their attention to you. They captured you and tried to take you. Your heart sank at the connection. While blinking back tears, you felt Zeke's disgusted betrayal, and then your confusion started to fade away. 

You clenched your jaw as you entered your tent. Hange’s candle was lit on the table, but Hange was not in the tent. They were still helping some knights pack what they could before the morning. Tomorrow was the day when you and the group of knights were going to travel through Stohess District. 

You grabbed your nightgown from your cloth bag and changed. The nights felt like they were getting colder. Zeke stayed on your mind as you crawled into your bed roll and closed your eyes. The blanket was pulled up to your chin and you still shivered.

Another sickening realization occurred as you tried to fall asleep. Your eyelids were heavy and your body was tired, but your restless thoughts kept you awake.

The malicious mutts would not have attacked if you and the knights had not traveled toward the Karanese District. If you had not gone to the Karanese District, then a ward of the Marleyan Cult would not have attacked the Karanese Headquarters. How did all those cult members know you were there?

It was planned . . .

You turned over in your bedroll, feeling frustrated that your brain would not turn off. You wanted not to care anymore, but the grapevine of thoughts wouldn’t stop. 

The only reason Levi’s group of knights traveled to Karanese District was because Commander Erwin sent a letter to Captain Levi stating that Trost had a ward of the Marleyan Cult in the city. You recalled Jean, Connie, and Levi discussing the matters of how Commander Erwin reached the Trost District ‘quickly’. You remembered how cautious Levi was about sending messengers off because Levi said he was unsure they were delivered. Another thought occurred: you overheard Hange tell Levi that they were in Trost District where they were supposed to meet with Levi and his group of knights . . .

But according to Commander Erwin’s letter—that was delivered by Zeke—the Marleyan Cult was in Trost. Which is where Dame Hange was with their group of knights . . . You also remembered Hange questioning why Commander Erwin would leave the Castle as if it was highly unlikely for him to do so. With the trust and the length of time Captain Levi and Dame Hange had known each other, you concluded they would believe each other over anyone else. 

Though you heard the last part of their conversation in the tent, they must have shared more information that led to Levi piecing together that Zeke is the traitor.

Did Zeke plan on leading the group of knights to Karanese District so that the Marleyan Cult could potentially capture you?

Wait.

Did Zeke know there were going to be the Marleyan’s mutts attacking you, him, and the other knights? What would have happened if the mutts possibly attacked and killed you?

You sat up in your bedroll.

You remembered when a man yelled at other cult members not to hurt you because you had to be healthy for the ritual. Could that be why Zeke shielded you with himself from the mutts the day when the dogs were attacking?

As Hange entered the tent, one last thought made you want to throw up. It made you freeze in your bedroll. You swallowed and felt a drop of sweat slide down your temple. It is true . . . Zeke is the traitor . . . because on that day. That day when the hounds lunged at the knights, the horses, and you . . . even when Zeke was between you and three dogs . . . 

The mutts never attacked Zeke. 

“Princess, you should be asleep by now,” Hange whispered. You exhaled and slowly laid back into your bedroll. The weight of the realization on your mind and the heaviness of the truth. The acceptance of the truth. 

You closed your eyes and did not want to converse with Hange. Though there was a sense of relief that Hange was near you, they would protect you if Zeke broke free and attempted to do anything malicious. You knew Hange would keep you safe.

Hange blew out the candle in the tent and you opened your eyes to Hange walking to the bedroll next to yours. The night before with Hange in the tent, it was more light-hearted, talking about bunnies and them showing you their book. Now, it was heavily clouded with thoughts of Zeke’s betrayal. Were there other traitors—

As Hange undressed themselves, you saw their back muscles again. The tent's darkness masked your rudeness of staring, but you couldn’t look away. With the cold, you had no idea how Hange slept in only underwear; you noticed they weren’t wearing clothes the night before either. Maybe it was because they didn’t like the feeling of the collar of shirts tight around their neck as they shifted in their sleep. You sympathized with your dislike of your nightgown twisting around your body while you shifted in your sleep. Hange removed their eye patch and glasses and crawled into their bedroll. 

Fairy Godmothers Christa and Ymir would not answer certain questions you had about your body or romance. They taught you more important things, but they were also your guardians and maybe those topics are meant for others, like friends. Maybe Hange would answer why you wanted to look at their body. Their muscles. You were only curious . . . 

The morning ride to Stohess District came too soon. It felt like you didn’t get enough sleep. Your head pounded when Hange woke you up. The daylight was too bright while you packed your bedroll and cloth bag. Even an hour after waking up, your headache remained. The day would be long because the plan was to not stop in Stohess but get supplies and hand Zeke over to the guards in the headquarters.

As you held onto Levi’s waist, you closed your eyes and rested your cheek on his shoulder. Levi kept shimmying his shoulder, trying to keep you awake. The sun shone down on you and the heat added to your fatigue. 

“Levi . . . let me rest, please. I didn’t sleep well last night,” you begged.

“You drank all the tea, right?”

“Yeah, I just couldn’t stop thinking about Zeke . . .”

“You won’t need to think about him ever again. He’ll be put in a cell and guarded in Stohess.” The sound of horse hooves galloping on the ground filled your ears. The outer gate of Stohess was closer and the village outside of the gate was growing bigger in sight. 

“I also had the longest dream . . . it was weird and I only remember parts of it,” you said and Levi paused for a moment. “It felt like I didn’t sleep at all . . .”

“What was your dream about?”

“I fell through a hole and ended up in a strange place and I had to figure out how to get back to my real life. I met strange people that felt . . . familiar. That’s all I remember.”

“Honestly, I had a weird dream last night too,” Levi said quietly and you stared ahead, waiting for Levi to continue. He did not seem like a person to be interested in or care about dreams. “I had a dream someone turned into a swan and I couldn’t save them.”

“A swan?!” You laughed and smiled. As stoic as Levi was, he was like you, a person who had weird dreams.

“A swan.” 

Stohess District did not look like Shiganshina or Karanese District. The street was made of concrete, unlike cobblestone. The architecture was different as well. The district didn’t look like a village but a city. Homes looked like buildings with neatly organized layouts, and tall Italian cypress trees were planted perfectly to complement the view.

There were strips of land with healthy green grass that the citizens didn’t walk on. It was like it was for show. The grass was not overgrown like the grass you have seen between the districts. It was short, healthy, and well-kept. 

The citizens of Stohess District didn’t look like Shiganshina or Karanese district citizens, either. Their clothes looked cleaner and better fitting as if they didn’t wear hand-me-downs from older siblings. Stohess citizens wore clothes that looked fitted to them, classier and cleaner. They also had a sense of style. The citizens had accessories to express style, not for convenience. 

As you and the group of knights rode through the clean streets, the citizens did not call out to the knights. You caught a few whispers from the citizens, unlike in the Karanese District, where they heckled the knights. 

The citizens were not as in awe or interested in the group of knights or you as if they often saw knights in the city. You recalled when Hange said they were in Stohess District before heading to Trost to meet with Levi’s group. 

The Stohess District Headquarters building was large and had a dome at the top. It was gated like the Headquarters in Karanese District. Knight Commander Dame Hange rode ahead of the formation. They were the first to enter the steel gates and led the group to the entrance. Twice as many knights as Karanese were guarding the yard of the Stohess District Headquarters. Knowing there were plenty of guards if anything happened gave you a sense of comfort.

The knights on the horses pulling the supply wagon rode toward the front and stopped at the entrance near Hange. A few knights came out of the building and you saw Hange talking to them. You noticed Hange was gesturing with their hands a lot and it seemed like they met the person before.

When Beauty came to a halt, Levi jumped off her and helped you down. Behind you, Jean was getting off his horse and pulling off a blindfolded, gagged, and tied-up Zeke Yeager. Eren and Connie also jumped off their horses, and they strode over to Zeke's side.

“Supply team, follow Sannes to collect the shields! The rest stay with the horses!” Hange ordered, walking through the group of knights. The knights saluted Hange, and a group of knights followed Sannes through the entrance of the Stohess Headquarters. 

“You’re staying with Hange while we take Zeke into a cell,” Levi said into your ear. You nodded at Levi, not minding being with Hange. Levi walked to the knights and Zeke and then you strolled over to Hange. 

“Hi, Hange,” you caught up with Hange’s walk. You haven’t spoken with them since they woke you up and there was a realization that you missed their presence. “I’m going to stay with you while Levi’s taking care of Zeke . . .”

“Ew, I’m going to have to put up with you?” Hange playfully said and scrunched their nose, feigning disgust. You slapped the armor covering their bicep.

“I’m not gross! More like I’m going to have to put up with you, Dame Hange,” You smiled and locked with Hange’s brown eye behind their glasses. Waiting for their reaction and then suddenly—

“Boop,” they poked your rib through your cloak and the clothes Hange lent you. They turned on their heels, heading toward the entrance of the Stohess District Headquarters. 

“Yeah, yeah, and I’m the ten-year-old,” you said, following after them. When you entered the door, you didn’t take in the surroundings of the headquarters' interior. You were too focused on provoking a reaction from Hange. You poked Hange’s armor, and they kept walking. Then you knocked on Hange’s armor, and the deep steel noise rang through the hall you walked through. They kept walking. You gave up when you realized the supply team knights holding heater-shaped shields were staring. Then Hange turned and poked your nose.

“Boop.”

“Ugh!”

Hange approached the man they had been talking to earlier. He was holding a clipboard and counting all the shields leaving the room. As you drew closer, he looked over his clipboard and glanced at you, then Hange. 

“I can give thirty-five fireproof sapphire and steel shields, fifteen bows, three hundred arrows, and the last-minute six-inch dagger you requested,” Sannes said. He was an older man, and his patience looked thin. His face killed the playful mood you felt around Hange. You stayed still, trying to look presentable. 

“Thank you, Djel Sannes—it was a pleasure working with you,” Hange said. They held their hand out for him, and he didn’t shake it. You furrowed your eyebrows at his unpleasant attitude and demeanor. 

“Only did it because Knight Commander Nile Dawk headed off to Mitras Castle, leaving me to handle his work,” Sannes said flatly. 

“And we are grateful for your diligent and hasty work,” Hange said, and Sannes eyed you. He stared at you then back at Hange. Sannes had a suspicious look on his face like he was figuring out who you were.

“What is your name?” He asked slowly and you glanced at Hange before replying.

“My name is Y/N . . .” Sannes continued to stare at you then he hummed softly. 

“Princess Y/N?” You nodded. Then Sannes lowered his clipboard to his side, not taking his eyes off of you. “I’m sorry about your mother.” You furrowed your eyebrows and then glanced at Hange to see if they understood what Sannes meant. Though his face was apathetic, there was an underlying sound of pity.

“Uh, thank you—wait why?”

“You haven’t heard?” Hange was already looking at you, and they were confused too. “Your mother has fallen quite ill . . . the Queen is on her deathbed.”

Your body was petrified, and you felt confused. You knew you were supposed to care, yet there was little to no sorrow. The Queen—who was your mother—was someone you had never met before. Fairy Godmothers Christa and Ymir didn’t mention your mother or father much, only that they were the Rulers of the Walls. Christa and Ymir were more like parents to you. You haven’t spent much time wondering about the Queen and her King. Then you figured . . . you did want to meet the people who gave birth to you . . .

“Thank you for telling me . . .” Sannes didn’t salute you or kneel; instead he nodded. 

“Dame Hange. When they're done, tell your men to head to the dining hall to collect food and more supplies.” Sannes walked past you and Hange. You glanced at Hange and then shrugged at their sympathetic look. 

“I’m sorry about your mother, Princess.”

“I’m fine, Hange. I didn’t know her,” your eyes darted away from them and then they wrapped their arms around you. They stroke your back, and for a moment, you forgot to hug back. Then you wrapped your arms around Hange’s waist. 

“Cheer up, darling! I have something that will get your mind off your troubles.”

“What . . . ?”

“I have a little gift for you.”

next chapter: Chapter 13: Two Swans

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[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Wreck shit, Rulan!

You're the only one with the social power to do so and I am so mad on behalf of all of you!

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Oh, fuck off.

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OMG, THE WAY I WOULD JUST LET HER!

I have no patience for this. I had one manipulator try to pull this on me. He was dating my (former) best friend and the whole relationship was a shameful disgrace. When she finally came to her senses and dumped him, his stupid ass started calling ME because she had blocked him, telling me how he would kill himself and how he had already swallowed a bunch of pills because he couldn't live without her 🙄🙄 He, of course, called again the next day, very much still alive and obnoxious as ever, and my first question to him was, "Why are you still alive? The next time I hear about you, you had better be DEAD!" He never called again. Smh.

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I see everyone's point.

I too am starting to like Rulan more and more and she hasn't even done any maturing yet.

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LMAOOOOO

Yesssssss, Momo! Go for the jugular!

I'm so sorry for every word of disrespect I've uttered your way! I'd absolutely take you as my teacher, even if it means learning tea brewing and flower arranging (neither of which I can actually do, lol, so classes would actually be beneficial)!

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But here you are speaking anyway 🙄

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The logic of this is going waaaaaaay over my head.

It may be because my own brother was already an adult when I was born and I was raised as practically an only child so I don't fully understand sibling relationships, but if I was repeatedly punished and beaten because of my asshole sister? What mending affections! I WOULD TAKE THE RESENTMENT TO MY GRAVE.

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OMG SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP

On an unrelated note, I read the entirety of 2ha MULTIPLE TIMES and never reviled Song Qiutong as much as I revile her now that I actually get to see that sort of behaviour in action. I can only imagine the rage of someone who had more exposure to c-dramas and this particular character archetype.

Props to Meatbun for stomping her.

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LMAOOOO, Momo, I love you!!

MADAM, I BOW BEFORE YOUR WISDOM!

Please forgive my prior arrogance and ignorance 🙏🙏

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Shut up, you liar.

You haven't stood up for her in however many years it's already been, if it wasn't for Granny, who knows what would have become of her?

You only ever stand up for your own dick.

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Good girl, Minglan.

Mourn the father you should have had and put no stock in this useless one 🙄

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Go, Big Madam, go!!

But I doubt she will get a single strike in before her idiot husband comes in to stop her.

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OF COURSE HE FUCKING IS.

Unfortunately, there is no authority short of the Emperor himself that can punish him.

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You certainly are one big giant nothing in her eyes.

I bet she rues coming to your house and bearing three children for you every single day of her life.

Loser.

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LOL, Minglan is the only one who will end up transcribing the poem.

Those other two are fast asleep already!

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Are you implying that your conscience is clear?

LMAOOOOOO, please stop, I will laugh myself into an early grave 🤣🤣

[justfangirlstuffs]

Imagine DLA reader forcing moon and Monty getting along and the reader just forces monty to give moon flowers thinking it would be sweet while moon and sun is just trying to progress the whole thing

This got away from me a little bit, but it was fun to write.

A side adventure for my Little Assistant fic. Very Monty heavy. Like way more than I was expecting.

Making Amends

You x Monty (bonding)

It was one of those days when Elliot invited you as a tag-a-long for his maintenance duties. Only, this time he seemed to have an ulterior motive. He explained to your mom that he needed to help repair Montgomery Gator's room and that Monty seemed to be more behaved when there were kids around. Your mom was understandably concerned, but you assured her that you met Monty once before and he treated you fine.

“Sun, are you okay if I go help Elliot for a bit?” you asked him.

Sun sighed dramatically, placing a hand on his forehead in a very woe-is-me pose. “I suppose I'll survive. My little assistant abandoning me in my waning hours when I am most bereft and in need.”

“Cool, I knew you'd understand,” you said, giving him the thumbs up and turning to walk away. Sun made a squawk of surprise and you snickered, turning back and giving him a hug around his middle. “I'll spend a little extra time on your post-shift wipe-down to make it up to you. How does that sound?”

He rubbed your head through your uniform cap. “That sounds delightful. Have fun, Starshine.”

You went with Elliot to Rockstar Row, and you noticed immediately that Monty's curtains were drawn. Again. This was a regular occurrence you were noticing. You winced when you heard a large bang coming from inside the room.

Elliot rubbed his neck, sweating pinballs. “If anything happens, get behind me or leave the room as fast as you can, alright?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

Elliot led you to the door of Monty's green room. He knocked, then called out, “Monty, I'm coming in!” and then used his badge to open the door. This wasn't your first visit to Monty's room, nor was it the first time you'd caught Monty in the middle of 'blowing off steam' as he had called it. Even still, seeing a bulky animatronic gator standing in the middle of a scene of destruction was not the most comforting of sights.

As soon as the door opened, Monty's head jerked towards the two of you. “Howdy there, Monty,” Elliot greeted, using a very cordial tone that contradicted his earlier tension.

A low growl rumbled from Monty and though he was wearing shades, you saw his snout twitch lower so that his face was more directed at you peeking out from behind the handyman. “You brought a kid? Autograph sessions are over.”

“They're my friend's kid. They're just here to observe,” Elliot explained, keeping his tone measured.

Monty glared at you, his face leaning in an inch or two before suddenly drawing back. “Wait a second, I remember you.”

“I remember you too,” you answered, daring to step out from behind Elliot's figure. “Thanks again, by the way.”

Monty glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn't do nuthin',” he mumbled.

Elliot breathed out a sigh of utter relief. “Alright, welp, I'm just gonna assess the damages. Don't mind me.”

He began wandering the green room, taking note of what was broken and needed to be replaced. Monty shot him a glare but made to move to stop him. It was clear though that the gator was barely tolerating the man's presence.

You edged up to Monty and he stiffened looking down at you. “You don't like people In your room, do you?”

Monty snorted, a hissing sound strongly reminiscent of the noises you'd hear in his gator golf attraction. “Would you enjoy people just letting themselves into your space uninvited?”

You shook your head, feeling guilty. “Sorry... and sorry again about the time before.”

Monty wordlessly turned and stomped over to the couch which was definitely gonna need replacing. The green upholstery had been shredded and the insides were littered around the place. Even so, Monty sat down on it and looked at you. “Well? Don't just stand there gawkin'. Have a seat.”

“Oh, okay,” you said and shuffled over to the couch, sitting down on one of the cushions that wasn't completely mangled. You noticed Elliot was keeping a close eye on you between his note-taking. “So, bad day?”

“What?” Monty asked, looking at you.

It was hard not to be intimidated by the teeth, but you did your best not to think about how sharp they might be. “Did you have a bad day?” you asked, gesturing to the room. “You obviously were blowing off some steam. You wanna talk about it?”

“No!” Monty barked.

“Okay, sorry,” you mumbled, picking at a wad of couch stuffing that was poking out right beside you.

An awkward silence followed for a few beats, only filled by the shuffling of Elliot's shoes as he tried to navigate through the debris. In that time, Monty's crossed his legs, uncrossed them, and then crossed them again. It was like he couldn't get comfortable. He let out another snorting hiss that made you jump a little.

“I was hosting a birthday party, and I brought out the cake. But then the parents start yelling at me that it was the wrong cake. Like it's my fault. I don't make the cakes I just deliver what's given to me, you know?”

You nodded emphatically, letting him know he had your full attention.

“So, this parent is screaming at me that I ruined the kid's birthday party, and the kid starts crying, and all the other kids start screaming because they want cake. And I'm trying to tell this woman to just let me go get a different cake and then one of the kids throws their soda and gets it all over me. Then in walks Mister Congeniality himself...”

“I'm sorry, who?” you asked.

“Who else? Freddy Fazbear.” His hands curled into fists as he says the name. “He just walks up to the parents and apologizes for the inconvenience and basically hijacks the entire party and tells me to leave so I can go clean up and relax. Can you believe that?”

“I mean, yeah, people totally suck sometimes,” you murmured. “Oh, sorry. I'm not supposed to use that word, right?”

Monty snorted. “I don't care. Do you know how many curses I hear in a single day?”

Okay, so he didn't have an anti-swear protocol like Sun and Moon. Neat. “But it sounds like Freddy was just trying to be helpful?”

“I never asked for his help. Him coming in there and taking over, it's like he thinks I can't handle a simple birthday party.”

“Do you like handling birthday parties?”

“What does THAT matter?” Monty asked you. “It don't matter if I like 'em or not, it's part of my job.” He rubbed at his shoulder. “'Sides... I don't mind entertaining kids. Kids are fine, and birthdays are important to 'em. It wasn't even my fault the party was ruined and I wasn't even given a chance to fix it.” Monty hunched forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Now that he was finished venting, he just seemed tired.

You waited for a few beats before asking, “You need a hug?”

Monty's head jerked to look at you. “What?”

“Sunny always gives me hugs when I'm feeling down. He says hugs are magical and make people feel better and that everyone needs a hug once in a while.”

“That sounds like something he would say.” Based on Monty's tone, he was not saying it as a compliment.

Immediately feeling defensive on Sun's behalf, you puffed yourself up. “Sunny is my best friend and I will fight you.”

Monty stared down at you for a beat and snorted, his hand patting your head, surprisingly gentle for his bulk. “You're alright, kid.” He at his shoulder again, glancing away. “I don't need a hug... but if you were wanting one, then... I guess I could humor you.”

You grinned and took him up on the offer, leaning over and hugging him around the torso. Unlike Sun and Moon, you could not get your hands full around him for how bulky he was. However, one of his hands patted your back and you swore you felt his body relax under your touch. You could faintly hear the hum of his inner workings, though it sounded different from the noises you were used to hearing from Sun and Moon.

“Hey, kiddo. Come along, I gotta go grab some equipment to start cleaning up this mess,” Elliot called out.

“I wanna stay with Monty,” you said, before glancing up at the gator. “Er, if that's okay with you?”

You couldn't fully tell, but you thought he looked a little surprised behind his shades. “Yeah, fine by me.”

“Okay.” Elliot looked a little apprehensive, however, glancing between the pair of you, he relented. “I'll be back in a jiffy.” Then he exited the room.

Once he was gone, Monty made a grumbling noise, like clearing his throat. “So, uh, kid... since I did you a favor, think you could do me one?”

You looked up at him. “I thought you said, and I quote 'I didn't do nuthin'.” You only waited for a beat to let that joke hang before saying, “I'm kidding. What do you need?”

“I feel like after what happened, Moon's been avoiding me. I think he's mad about... you know, and since you're so chummy with them, thought maybe you could put in a good word?”

“Why not give him a gift to show your sorry,” you suggested. “Like flowers. Used to, whenever my mom was upset, my dad would bring her flowers or something and they usually made up.”

“Where am I supposed to get flowers?” he asked you pointedly.

“Hmm, okay. Well, why not draw them? Sun and Moon love getting art.”

Monty scratched at his hair. “I... don't really know what flowers look like. Haven't really seen many of 'em around here.”

“I can help with that!” you answered brightly, now fully on board with helping Monty make a gift for Moon.

From your Bonnie backpack -which you took almost everywhere with you- you pulled out some paper and markers. You saw Monty eyeing your backpack and wondered if that was still a sore subject for him.

“Life with the band treating you okay?” you asked tentatively.

“Fine,” he muttered, but you sensed it was not 'fine'.

“I can't say I know what you're going through, but I know what it's like to be the new kid, and I know what it's like to be put somewhere you don't wanna be. It really sucks, and you hate it cuz like, you didn't choose this so why are you getting punished for it? But... sometimes... things end up working out, and then it's not so bad.” You noticed he was staring at you and you flushed, quickly shaking your head. “Sorry, I know I talk too much sometimes.”

“S'fine,” Monty murmured. He awkwardly picked up one of your markers between his claws. “So... um... what flowers should I draw?”

You spent the next hour helping Monty draw a variety of flowers, along with a short apology note. Elliot was in and out with another staff member, doing cleaning while you worked. At one point, when it was just you and Monty, you heard Sun's voice coming from your watch.

“Starshine, are you almost done?”

“Yeah, I'll be back soon,” you answered. Looking up at Monty, you said, “I can take this to Moon if you want.”

“I'll come with you,” Monty said, getting up from the couch. “I'd rather it be in person from me, ya know?”

“I get that.” You shoved your stuff back into your bag and shouldered it. “Are you allowed to leave Rockstar row?'

“Under certain conditions, like escorting a kid back to their parent.”

So, when Elliot came back, you let him know Monty would be taking you back to the daycare. He seemed rather enthused about this, maybe because it meant he and the other staff member could clean without worrying about getting in Monty's way. On the way, you made small talk, asking Monty about things he enjoyed doing in his free time. You learned he actually did enjoy mini golf and asked you if you've ever played at his golf course. You admitted you tried a couple times, but the sound effects were so scary and jarring that you had a hard time focusing on golfing, but the overall design was really neat. Monty then offered you should come golfing when he was hosting and he'd make it not so scary. It was a nice gesture, you felt.

When you arrived back at the daycare, Sun was there to welcome you with open arms. “Oh, I missed you,” he cooed, snuggling you in his arms.

You giggled. “I wasn't gone for that long.”

“It felt like an eternity,” he bemoaned. Shifting you to one arm, he raised the other in a friendly wave. “Hey there, Montgomery! Thank you for bringing our Starshine back to us.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Monty grumbled, clutching the handmade card in his hand. “I got something for ya to give to Moon.”

“Wait, you gotta read it,” you told him.

“Now?” Monty demanded.

“Yes! Moon will hear it, right?” you asked Sun.

“He sure will.”

Monty grumbled but opened the card carefully so as not to tear it. “To Moon, sorry 'bout what happened. Please take these flowers, and this joke: What do you...” He paused, groaning.

“Come on,” you urged gently.

He let out a low, hissing sigh, but he continued. “What do you call an alligator with a compass?”

“I don't know, Monty,” Moon said from your watch. “What?”

“A... navi-gator.”

Sun made a few snorting giggles before breaking down into full-on hysterics, clutching you tightly so that he didn't accidentally drop you. Monty, for his part, looked so thoroughly not amused. “What a delightful joke!” Sun walked over, plucking the card from Monty's hands. “This is definitely going up on the wall.”

“That ain't necessary,” Monty said gruffly.

“Oh, I insist!” Sun said cheerfully. “Consider all forgiven, Monty.”

“Agreed,” Moon said from the watch. “I'll swing by your room later tonight.”

Monty seemed a little relieved to hear this. “Great. I mean, fine. If you want. I don't care.” There was an awkward pause before he said, “I gotta go.” Then he turned and exited the daycare.

“He's such a nice fellow,” Sun commented.

“He is,” you agreed.

Your mom, who had been relaxing at her desk watching the whole thing, sighed. “I love working here.”

[undbtlone]

An open letter.

Dear Everyone,

I met until now, I possibly can’t send a personal message to everyone so here I am writing an open letter (after 3 whole years) dedicated to all of you.

Let me start by thanking you for calling me your friend, even though none of you know what the meaning of that word… all you give me is a Hindi translation of that word. Nonetheless, I appreciate you mentioning me as a ‘Dost’, but you sure didn’t act like one when I was desperate not to be alone. Anyway, I’m grateful that you all gave me a life lesson. Thanks for being amazing role models that inspired me to do what I will do next.

 At the same time… I developed a hating bone in my body, it's not your fault, and I’m truly sorry if you feel I’m targeting you… no that’s not my intention…I have dirt on all of you and theoretically, all of you can’t be wrong right? And if I’m finding that I don’t like the things you all say, then if my math is correct… it's me who’s at fault! So… I apologies for even coming in contact with you. Lately, everything is not honey and roses for me so… my bad if I’m sounding unreasonable to you but hear me out, okay? Because where I’m standing these things started making sense a long ago. I may be mistaken just like you guys are mistaken between the definition of accomplice and “Dost” (trust me, technically, both mean entirely different things).

 Listen, maybe… maybe you guys get spooked after reading this but trust me you all lost me back in march and actually, I’m so proud of myself that I made it this far, so I don’t need any texts or calls and home visits now, because when I wanted it, I didn’t get it and now there will be no one to receive them. No, I’m not vanishing, actually I was never there in your life, even though you were all there in my mind when we first met. So, I’m just packing my stuff and getting out of the place where I don’t belong. Well, there’s no convincing me about “Hey! You’re valuable to us, don’t go…” nah man… everything has been said and done, I’ve made up my mind and to be very honest and I don’t want to break your heart, but I don’t believe anyone now because you guys never gave me anything to believe in, most of you sold me lies when I was craving for sympathy.

 I pity myself for being fooled by almost every one of you when you said I’m the best human or I’m your favorite… oh wait maybe I didn’t hear you clearly or misjudged what you trying to say or you said, ‘best tool’ or ‘favorite commodity’ and the latter words got muted by my stupid smooth brain. So yeah…you were giving me clear messages and it was me that misinterpreted it… oops…the I don’t hate you, no hard feelings from my side I’m giving you clean chit in my court, but you guys need to make some minor improvements and major upgrades if you want to ensure you want to raise some nice kids (just an advice).

But the thing here is… everything my perpetrator said, everything that I feared once, manifested itself into my reality. And yeah, it’s a final message from my side to all the people I know, because on my side of the river, someone unapologetically ran a bulldozer over my orchid field and now everything just smells like dead flowers. My current life is a trainwreck will be an understatement, my life got caught up in a mudslide and that mudslide closed the only way out of this misery. I don’t regret taking this decision, for I’m tired dude.

Someone deliberately shattered my peace into so many minute pieces that I immediately knew that my own mortal hands couldn't gather and arrange it… I needed all the help I can possibly get.

That’s why I cried in voice notes, on calls, and begged for assistance… but what I got was reality checks… I don’t regret pleading for help, I pleaded in front of those who kept stomping my inner child, I knelt in front of you to put me out of this misery. My complaint stopped but the seeds they sowed, the seeds of grief, anger and frustration sprouted and kept engulfing me. So, here’s the ultimate reality check, death is not the end, sometimes it’s an option…

- Yours one and wonly

Chaitanya 

[sunstone-smiles]

Relax, You Barbarian!

A/N: Aaaah! My first Fire Emblem Engage fic is finally here! This is based on Alfred and Céline’s B support conversation and their adorable sibling relationship in general! (I love the Firene siblings so much). I think this fic came out very cute, if I do say so myself, Lol. I hope you enjoy!

Series: Fire Emblem Engage

Characters: Alfred and Céline

Word count: 1,598

Summary: When Alfred makes a task harder on himself again because he jumped to using his muscles as a solution, Céline takes a playful course of action to get her barbaric brother to relax!

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Mornings at the Somniel are always filled with tranquility. The blossoming sun dyes the sky pink and a breeze strolls through the air. Early risers are already out and about to take morning walks or to get a start on their day, but the usual tranquility is broken by a furious Princess Céline storming into the Somniel’s Café Terrace. She’s wearing her casual, white teatime garb dress that hangs above her knees, adorned with lime and tangerine colored frills at the bottom and lime colored bows at the hips to match.

“Alfred! There you are!” Céline shouts at the Firene prince, her brother. Fortunately, no one was on cooking duty yet behind the café’s counter, nor were any of her other allies resting at the tables or couches.  

“Hey! Morning Céline!” the prince in question looks up from his task of unpacking a crate full of fruit. Oranges, apples, and peaches are organized into piles on the table in front of him. Plenty more wooden crates are stacked behind him. He’s attired in his casual floral regalia, which consists of his white dress shirt with embroidered gold stripes, square-ended black tie, and black pants—all topped off with a small flower sharing the color of sunrise resting in his breast pocket. “Do you need me for something?” he asks his sibling.

“As a matter of fact, I do!” the princess stomps closer. Her long, sunny hair bounces with every step. She crosses her arms in an accusative way. “Mind telling me why those in the orchard were praising you for your so-called ‘feats of strength’ when I walked by them this morning?”

“Ooh, that! I was just helping them move some crates of freshly harvested fruit from the orchard to the kitchen,” Alfred gestures towards the stack of crates behind him that are nearly taller than he is.

Céline scowls. She has a feeling that there’s more to his story. “And did you strain yourself while doing so?”

“Strain myself? Ha ha, don’t be silly Céline,” he speaks while organizing the fruit. “I’ll admit that the crates were a little heavy, but it was nothing a little muscle couldn’t do! So I picked them up and carried them all here at once so I didn’t have to make multiple trips!”

“You what?!” Céline roars after processing his words twice to make sure she heard him correctly. “Alfred! That is the exact opposite of not straining yourself!” She slaps a palm to her forehead. “If they were so heavy, why didn’t you just use something like a wheelbarrow to make the task easier on yourself?”

“Oooooh, you’re right! I could have done that, ha ha. Whoops.” Alfred shrugs. “Oh well, it never hurts to get an extra workout in!” the Firene prince flexes an arm forward with confidence.

“But it can hurt you, Alfred!” Céline thunders back at him. “Resorting to more physical labor than necessary to solve a problem is downright barbaric behavior! We’ve discussed this before!”

“I know, I know,” Alfred holds up his hands to calm the frustration bubbling in his sister, “That I’m a prince and need to act more like one. Tell you what, the next time I have to move something heavy in one trip, I’ll use a wheelbarrow to make it easier. Does that sound like a plan?”

Céline’s inner teapot of anger comes to a boil and spews out furious steam. “Once again, you have completely missed the point!” she throws down her balled up fists near her hips. “What you need is to relax!”

“I’m sorry, Céline! But I can’t help it! You know that it always tickles me to be able to help my friends and allies, especially if it requires my muscles to do the job.” The prince returns to his task of unpacking the crate of fruit on the table.

Céline growls at him like an agitated wolf pup, until her face flashes with realization. She blinks while thinking about her brother’s particular choice of words in his previous sentence. Her scowl turns into a toothy smirk.

“Oh really?” Céline emphasizes the last syllable, like a teasing warning of what she’ll say next. “Tickles you, you say? Well, then I guess you wouldn’t mind if I returned the favor.” She saunters closer towards his back with her fingers positioned in the air like claws, “Take this, Alfred!”

With no hesitation, Céline darts her hands forward and squeezes Alfred’s sides.

“AHH!” Alfred releases a high-pitched squeal and stumbles back from the table, which is immediately followed by a chain reaction of uncontrollable giggles spilling from his mouth.

“Céheheheheheline!” Alfred wraps his arms around himself to avoid Céline’s tickle attack to his sides.

“If you wont let yourself relax, then I’ll just have to force you to!” Céline smiles, all her previous anger subsiding.

“Buhuhuhuhut Céheheline!” Alfred wriggles in her hold, trying to keep his balance. His body bends forward the more she keeps digging into the fabric of his dress shirt. “Ihhihit tihihihickles!” the prince reasons through his wiggly giggles.

“That’s the whole point, Alfred,” Céline teases her sibling. Her brother may be physically strong, but Céline is well aware that his strength weakens while being caught by his sibling’s playful tickles.

“Now, roll over and accept your fate!” the Firene princess exclaims and digs a hand into his stomach.

Alfred yelps and nearly doubles over with another burst of laughter. “Wahahahait!” he twists around and gently grabs on to his little sister’s wrist to try and tug her hands away. “Nohohohot the tuhuhuhummy!” 

Céline fights back, however, only gaining further access to his ticklish middle. Alfred leans back in an attempt to distance himself from his sister's wiggling fingers, still holding on to her wrists. Unable to keep his balance any longer though, Alfred topples to the ground. Céline giggles and jumps down after him, not letting her brother a single moment to escape from his joyous, giggly state. 

Alfred squeaks as Céline crawls her fingers to his ribs and underarms. A cheery expression lights up her brother’s face as he delightfully kicks his legs and throws his arms across his chest like a shield to protect his torso that Céline finds a way to break through. His blonde, golden retriever-like, hair sways as he shakes his head in giggly elation and his tie slides off the center of his body in each direction he squirms. Unlike his usual ways to solve a problem, Alfred can’t muscle his way through this one and instead melts under Céline’s tickles with laughter that radiates positivity like pure drops of sunlight.

“Have you had enough yet, you barbarian?” Céline grins above him.

“Nehehehever!” Alfred refuses, playing along with the game.

“Well, then it seems like I have to take drastic measures.” Céline returns to his tummy and Alfred squeaks again with an outpour of giggles as she untucks and slips her hands under his shirt to scratch at his skin, while at the same time lifting up his shirt to expose his belly.

“Prepare yourself, Alfred! You asked for this!” Céline sharply inhales to fill her lungs with air and puff out her cheeks.

Alfred’s emerald green eyes widen and he sharply inhales a gasp of his own. “Oh no! Céline! Wait, wait, wait–!!!” But the prince is cut off by his own screams of laughter when Céline swings her head down and blows a big, tickly raspberry right on his belly. Alfred kicks his legs frantically on the floor and playfully shoves at Céline’s head to move the Firene tickle monster away from his middle. On top of the tickly raspberries, Céline’s hair glides along the top of his stomach, only adding onto the tickles being delivered by her attack. Ignoring his attempts at defense, Céline takes another deep breath and plants another raspberry on his belly already bouncing with laughter.

Alfred throws his head back and arches his spine as Céline alternates from raspberries to fingers at his tummy. “Céheheheline!!! Nohoho-hahahaha!”

Alfred rolls over onto his side, but Céline tilts him back towards her to blow an additional raspberry on his stomach. Alfred tosses his head back again and cackles. Céline giggles at her brother’s reaction, allowing both Firene siblings to share a laugh alongside each other.

“OKAY! Céheheheline! No more! Nohoho mohohore plehehease! Hahaha!”

The princess chuckles and pulls her hands away to let her brother rest. Alfred sprawls out on the tiled flooring, like a pressed flower flattened to a page of a book, as he regains oxygen into his lungs.

Helping her brother out, Céline pulls Alfred’s shirt down to cover his belly, then gently pats him on the stomach. “You alright, Alfred?”

“Yeah,” Alfred replies with a few residual giggles. “Phew! That felt like a workout.”

“You were completely defeated by my tickle attack and yet you’re still thinking about workouts?” Céline shakes her head. “Haven’t you learned anything?”

Alfred puts an arm behind his head and looks up at her with a warm smile.

“I learned that I still have an amazing sister.”

Céline blinks in surprise, but her expression softens when those words touch her heart. She gives another poke to Alfred’s side.

“Hehey!” the prince jolts with another giggle, “What was that for?”

“For changing the subject.” Céline pauses to smile back at him, “And for being my barbaric, but wonderful brother.”

Alfred chuckles and Céline lends him a hand back to his feet. Afterwards, the princess offers to help her brother unpack the rest of the crates. Alfred gladly takes the offer. A little assistance from his sibling is always appreciated.

[blubushie]

Woah I just read what happened and stuff, that was really intense! I hope you’re feeling better! (And that I’m not making things worse by bringing it up again)

Whenever I’m feeling bad and stuff I like to pick some flowers and make them into stickers! Dandelions are coming into bloom again so I’ve been making those :D it’s really easy and fun! First you gotta pick your flowers and cut them so that they’re as flat as possible,, or don’t! If you don’t they tend to be a little more funky and unpredictable which is pretty fun. Then you gotta get a book to place them in, I try to get them in as soon as possible so that the color stays way longer! Make sure to keep them separate or else they’ll fuse together and you’ll get a big amalgamation of flowers. If you’re impatient like me, stomp on the book until they’re flat! Or just press them normally that too. Then grab some wax paper and some packing tape. It’s real simple, you just put the packing tape on the wax paper, then put down your flowers, and then some packing tape over them :D and viola or something you got some stickers 👍👍👍 they last a really long time too! I’ve had some for about 3 years now and they still haven’t lost their color!

Sorry for the massive info dump I am just very excited about flower stickers and thought it would be nice to share!! Also dandelions are very awesome plants,, pretty much every part of them is edible and they’re fucking everywhere lmao. I’m gonna make a salad with them tomorrow! hope you have a good night B)) or day! or some other mysterious time,, like,,,,,,,,, 3pm. The most mysterious of times.

You're not making things worse!

I pick flowers and dry bushels of them to make the van smell nice. My favourite is Prostanthera species, aka Mintbushes. Another one is Emu Bush, which is a traditional medicine and supposed to ward off evil spirits so I keep it around the van as well (I burned my last bushel before I dropped off my van in Sydney).

Sometimes I use my heavier books (mostly old zoology/botany/medicine books) to press flowers but I've never tried making stickers of them so I'll give it a burl! There's some California poppies up on the property so I'll try it with those!