#we are so thick in the head as a nation it's embarrassing

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Jacinta Price talking about how a 'no' vote made it clear that Australians are refuting the idea that we're a racist country . .. . read the fucking room, the outcome of this vote only PROVES we're a racist country

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1000th Post - My Prince

Your kingdom had been at battle for ten years now, starting when you were but a child, you didn't know why or how it started, but the war with the neighbouring kingdom had been long and bloody. The enemy had cut swathes of land apart until they were finally at your door.

A general entered the throne room, where you stood as the last member of the royal family left in the kingdom. Your mother had fled to her home nation, your father cut down in battle, sisters had gone with marriages elsewhere or with your mother.

You, the crown prince, remained. You held your head high as you were surrounded by the filthy animals that had taken your land.

These wolf warriors, as they were known in their own kingdom, with their foul Lupine Lord were not justified in what they did, in battling your people over false claims.

You snarled and snapped when they came too close, but otherwise didn't move. You were their captive already, they had no right to touch you.

Then, their King entered. They all fell onto one knee as he swept into the room.

His dark eyes drank you in, and he approached you without fear, markings along his face indicative of his fur markings when he transformed. It was an unsightly thought, that a man could shift his skin into that of an animal's.

He showed no fear as he drew close to you, taking hold of your face in one of his large, calloused hands. You thrashed and tried to hit him, but he took hold of your hand when you tried to strike him.

"You will be my bride, and we will end this war now. No more blood need be shed because your people are pelt hunters." He commanded. You felt your blood drain from your face. Forced marriage? Yes, it would save your people, but you didn't want to be his bed warmer...

He growled lowly, and you felt yourself whine in response, his hand tightening around your throat.

"We will be married now, in the way of my people, meaning you'll be bound to me. We will have a public ceremony later." He instructed, and the warriors and generals around you whistled and hooted in their lewd, filthy joy as their king pushed you towards the throne, your father's throne, the throne that would have been yours.

They'd all watch as he took your virginity right there. You kicked as he tugged at your trousers, exposing your cunt to the cool air of the room.

The watchers howled with excitement. The king grinned wolfishly, not having known you were able to bear his children. He wouldn't even need to make the effort to prep you. You thrashed in his grip as he gripped your hair and bent you over the arm of the throne, your hands gripping at the other arm to prevent your face being smashed against the wood as he began to rub at your cocklet, the sensation of pleasure making you gasp and arch up instinctively, not expecting such a feeling to be caused by someone else. It felt different to when you rubbed yourself in the darkest hours of the night.

He then brushed something large and hot against your thigh, smearing wetness against you as you began to fight again.

Then, his thick, hot cockhead pressed into your untouched cunt, sheathing every last inch into you without waiting for your body to adjust to the invasion. You cried out as the tip kissed something deep inside of you, and as the king began to move inside of you, leaning down to huff against your throat.

"You're so fucking tight, my prince. You're going to bear me a whole litter of pups, and you're going to love it. I can tell already, your cunt is so desperate that you're dripping with need already." He taunted, before humping into you roughly, the soldiers jeering, some of them rubbing their cocks as they watched you.

The sounds being forced out of your slutty body embarrassed you, because you sounded so desperate for the way the king was using you. He was pressing against everything inside of you, and your traitorous body was loving it. You could feel something building inside of you as he continued drilling you.

Something began to swell at the base of his cock when it pressed into your cunt. Your eyes went wide as you realised the rumours that their cocks were wolfish... were entirely true. And you were going to hang off of his knot like a common bitch.

You began to fight again, trying to break free, which just made him moan and growl against you, and his cock throb and feel bigger as he pounded you harder.

"That's it, fight back, makes you go so tight on my cock." He taunted, before something inside of you gave way, and your whole body tightened up as you came on his thick, invading cock, which in turn caused his knot to be pressed deep inside of you and swell up, locking his cock inside of you, the tip pressed against something deep within - your cervix - as he began to pump you full of his thick, hot cum, spurt after spurt of his potent seed ensuring that you'd bear his heirs.

The kingdom was taken.

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·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊having a “innocent” reputation, but Yoongi ruins it by fucking you in the backseat of his car.

TAGS — corruption kink, idol-verse, mentions of mama 2018, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, choking (not a lot, but def there), dirty talk, YOONGI GOT A FILTHY MOUTH, messy sex :( , car sex, little bit of a blow job in the beginning, oc is cute, yoongi is possessive

WORD COUNT — 1.3 k

You weren't supposed to be out this late into the night, your dorms had a very strict rule and if your managers saw you sneaking out this late you'd be so dead. Was it worth it? Kind of.. Yoongi made up for it anyways.

"I wonder how your groupmates.. the fans, everyone else will react to you, looking so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock... sucking cock like a seasoned whore." Yoongi mumbles slowly, eyes hooded and gaze lazy as he guides your head up and down.

The pace is lazy and slow, obscene slurping noises fill the empty car. Your knees ache from kneeling for so long. Yoongi yanks your head back and stares down at your pretty face, "Look at you, you sure it isn't your first time baby? Fuck, look at you drooling all over my cock. And it's all for me too baby." He purrs out as he leans down to pat your cheek.

You whine quietly and lean into his touch, "Yoongi, please," you shift side to side, cunt aching and throbbing for his cock.

"Ask nicely baby, then I might just consider giving it to you." He sits back, hands letting go of you as he eyes you expectantly.

You chew on your bottom lip and stare up at him through glassy eyes, "Please Yoongi I need you so badly, 'm so wet for you, need you here," You shyly say, climbing up his body and sitting in his lap as you guide one of his hands down between your soft thighs, " 'm dripping for you."

He licks his lips lecherously, a triumphant grin on his face because this was the "nation's sweetheart", the idol everyone believed to be soft and pure, and right now, she was about to sit on his cock like the desperate little whore she was.

"Go on then baby, pull my cock out." Yoongi says in a husky tone, throat rumbling in approval when he sees your small hands shakily reach down to pull him out.

You flush under his intense gaze, shyly peeking up through your lashes every few seconds for his approval. You can feel the rest of his cock strain through his boxers.

"Yoongi?" You softly say.

He lifts his hips up to help you, watching you take his boxers with you as you slide them down above his knees. His cock slaps against his stomach and he hisses when it comes into contact with the fabric of his shirt.

"Go on, show me how pretty you look bouncing on my cock." Yoongi smirks lazily, "By the time I'm done with you with baby.. you're gonna be begging for more."

You timidly reach down to push your panties aside and reach for his cock. It throbs weakly in your hand, precum weeping from the tip as you guide the head towards your pussy. You nearly drool when he brushes past your folds, tip kissing your aching little hole.

"Go down baby, nice and slow." Yoongi murmurs, "No need to get impatient, we got all the time in the world."

You slip him inside with a low sigh, licking your lips hungrily as you slowly push down until your seated on his lap. His thick cock pushes past your walls, hitting that sweet spot inside of you and sending shivers down your spine.

"Yoongi." You whine quietly, body shuddering and hands reaching for his shoulders.

His hands immediately gravitate towards your hips, massaging them gently as he stares up at your face. "What? Giving up already baby? I thought I taught you better than that." He makes a noise of disapproval and disappointment.

"No- I can.. I can do it," you rush out in embarrassment, " 's too much is all." You pout.

"Then get to it."

.

"Mm..! mm!" You bounce hurriedly in his lap, facing the front of the car with your back to Yoongi.

Your hands rest on his knees as you use them for balance and support whilst you bounce on his cock. Soft grunts escape from yoongi, his eyes set on where your pussy swallows up his cock as it disappears inside.

His cock is coated in your slick, glistening just a little under the dim lighting in the car. Your pussy makes these cute little squelching noises and your ass bounces back on his thighs. It makes Yoongi groan at the sight, internally grateful he was the only person who would ever see you like this.

"There you go," Yoongi moans out, "ride me just like that."

You're spurred on by his words, bouncing faster in his lap and leaning forward just a tiny bit to get a good angle. The sounds of your ass making contact with his thighs is obscene, slick dribbles here and there and it makes the slide much more messier and slippery. Yoongi doesn't seem to mind the mess that's sliding down his cock and balls, dripping on to the expensive leather.

"I should make you clean the mess you're making baby, after all this didn't cost me a tiny amount." He muses and brings his hands down to smack against your ass cheeks, "Such a messy girl you are," he purrs quietly, "made just for me weren't you? I knew it from the day I saw you sitting so pretty in your little dress in Hong Kong." He murmurs.

You bite your lip shyly, melting as he brought up what was exactly four years ago at the very award show you first met Yoongi at. "I made you into what you are today baby, don't forget that." Of course you couldn't forget. He had taken your virginity, taught you how to please him and gave you so much pleasure you ended up fucked out every single time.

"So remember this next time you ever think about letting someone have what's mine," he's suddenly upright and his arms are wrapped around you tightly. He held you by your throat with one hand and he gives it a squeeze, "I fucked your little pussy first." He whispers in your ear.

You mewl in pleasure, back arching as he begins plowing you from below. His balls smack upwards against your clit causing pleasurable little stings here and there from the slaps. Your eyes slip shut as garbled little moans escape your lips here and there. Yoongi doesn't let up and speeds up if it's even possible at this point.

"Y-Yoongi..!" You breathily cry out, he's hitting your spot so good it renders you silent and unable to talk, a load of gibberish only comes out.

He growls in your ear and lets your throat go in favor of cupping your tit and giving it a squeeze while his other hand lands between your thighs and rubs at your clit. His fingers move back and forth on the sensitive little bud as he sets a punishing pace. His cock and fingers combined send you hurdling towards your orgasm.

"C-Cum..! I'm gonna..!" You whimper loudly, tears running down your cheeks as your pussy clamps down around his cock.

Yoongi hisses from the tightness around his cock, he doesn't let up and continues to fuck you at a brutal pace. His grip falters just a little. "Shit, you're gripping me so tight baby, gonna fill you up. You want that don't you? Gonna send you back to your dorm with cum dripping down your thighs." He purrs.

You choke on a moan and arch your back in pleasure, "Cum in me, please I want it," you beg softly despite your throat being a little scratchy from the moaning.

Yoongi moans low, hips stuttering in his movements before he finally cums deep inside of you. His cock throbs weakly, he continues rolling his hips slowly to ride out his orgasm. "Shit, did so well for me baby." He whispers hoarsely, reclining on the seat and staring at your slumped over form, "C'mon baby, show me." He pats your ass.

You weakly lift your hips on, standing on shaky legs as you bend over and reach behind you to spread your cheeks for him. Surely enough, as his soft cock slips out, his cum starts dripping out and running down your ruined little pussy. He lets out a low whistle of appreciation, pushing some of his cum back inside of you.

"We're not done here just yet baby."

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Viking Blood

December 28:  Heater/Sunrise and Sleepover (Nick Amaro x F!reader)

(From the winter prompts found here)

CW:  Named nationality; burgeoning love; fluff; no editing whatsoever.

Word Count:  972

AN:  Requested by anon!

It’s like Murphy’s Law:  just when New York City is going through its coldest snap in a decade, the furnace in Nick Amaro’s house decides to die.

Any other time, he’d suffer through it.  He lives alone in the house now that Maria and Zara have moved to D.C., so he only has to worry about himself.  Any other time, he’d wrap himself in layers and tough it out until morning when a repair person can come.

It’s dangerously cold though.  The space heaters he has barely touch the cold, and he moves them into the basement anyway to try and salvage the pipes, to keep them from bursting.

There’s no other alternative, then.  He calls his partner.  You’ve always had his back, and you’ve always extended the offer for anything he needs.

Tonight, on the coldest night of the year in New York City, what he needs is a warm bed.  Or at least a warm apartment.

-----

He gets the former, not the latter.

“Look, the couch is comfortable but it’s cold as hell in here,” you explain.  You rub the back of your neck, apologetic.  Embarrassed, maybe.  

“So?”

“So it’s better if we bunk up for the night.  That okay with you?”

“We’ve shared a bed before.  Remember when we were stuck in Newark?”

You grin at him.  “Yeah, asshole, and you complained to everyone that I snored.”

“You did snore.”

You huff at him.  Cross your arms.  “Didn’t.”

“Snored like a bear.  Snored like a muscle car.  Snored like—”

“You’re being awfully rude to the only person standing between you and hypothermia, buddy,” you interject, your grin turning sly.  “Unless you want to call Munch.  I bet he’s a champion cuddler.”

Nick holds up his hands in surrender.  “Alright, fine.  You didn’t snore.  You sleep like a dainty little princess.”

“Damn straight, guapo.”  You chuck him on the shoulder, then tilt your head in the direction of your bedroom.  “Get cleaned up.  Make yourself at home.”

-----

Make yourself at home.

He doesn’t, not really, not at first.  At home, he sprawls in his bed, but in your bed, he tries to be respectful.  Keeps to his side, keeps his arms and legs to himself.

But fuck if it isn’t still cold, even with your apartment building’s functional furnace.  Even with the small space heater you have set in the bedroom to help supplement the heat.  Even in his flannel pajama pants, Henley shirt, thick socks.  There’s a thick layer of frost on your window.  The wind outside shrieks, howls.  It makes the night seem even darker and colder.

He can’t help himself when he shivers.  Every shift in bed presses him against a new cold spot, and it takes all of his strength to not let his teeth chatter together.

You, though?  You seem…okay.  

You also notice his shivering.

“Want me to cuddle with you?” you ask.

He turns his head in the darkness, can just make out the shape of you beside him.  “How are you not cold?”

“Oh, I am.  Just not as cold as you.”

“Still…”

“C’mere.”  He feels you shift beside him, then feels your hand on him.  Turning him towards you, and then the warm embrace of your arms around him.  You rub his back briskly, then tuck the covers more firmly around him.  Hardly a manly moment for him, but Nick finds he doesn’t mind being babied a little bit, at least by you.  Of relinquishing control and letting you gently manhandle him to warm him up.

It does the trick.  Within a moment, his shivering stops, and a moment after that, the final bit of chill leaves his bones.  Between the two of you—you the warmer one—the bed is a cozy little haven on the coldest night in Nick’s recent memory.

“Better?” you ask, and you drop your voice low because he’s right there, but it comes out unintentionally sultry, nearly sexy.  

“Yeah,” he replies, and his near-whisper sounds sultry too.

“Why are we talking to each other like we’re phone sex line operators?” you ask in that same low, sexy voice, and it startles a laugh out of him, which makes you chuckle too.

He doesn’t answer, but he asks (in a more normal tone, he hopes), “why aren’t you colder?”

“Genetics.  My grandma was from Norway.”

Nick smiles in the darkness.  “So you’re built for this sort of weather.”

“It’s the Viking blood.”

He reaches out, wraps a comfortable arm around you and pulls you closer.  “I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Anytime, partner.”

-----

Nick survives the night.  He wakes up once in the dead of night to use the bathroom, and it’s torture to pull himself from the cocoon of your bed.  He dashes to the bathroom, shivering the whole time, then dashes back to your bedroom, practically diving under the covers.

He doesn’t wake you, but the way you reach for him in your sleep, the displeased grumble you make until you have your arms back around him…it makes something tight go loose and lax in his chest, an unfurling that’s been threatening for a long while now.

When you start to snore a moment later, he only smiles and holds you a little tighter.

When he falls asleep, the last cognizant thought is how lucky he is to have found a warm place to stay for the night, in the arms of his partner and closest friend.

And when he wakes before you in the morning, the rosy sunrise casting your sleep-rumpled features in a soft light, his first thought is how lucky he is to have found a warm place to land after his divorce, because he recognizes the unfurling in his chest finally—the first sign of spring, of warmer weather.  The beginning thaw brought on by love.

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31 December 2011 | 06:51

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A soft yawn escapes you before you lean on him, resting your head on his shoulder. Oikawa, wrapped in a thick blanket in addition to his winter coat, walks up behind you two, taking his place on Iwaizumi’s left side.

“You don’t get to yawn,” Oikawa chastizes you, voice thick with sleep and a hint of playfulness. “This was your idea in the first place.”

“Maybe so, but you agreed to come along,” you lilt, leaning forward to get a better look at Oikawa. He sticks his tongue out in response, narrowly dodging Iwaizumi’s fist.

“No fair, Iwa-chan! You’re nicer to her than you are to me!”

“I thought we came here to watch the last sunrise of the year, not to waste time bickering,” Iwaizumi complains, though he doesn’t mind the light squabble.

“We did, Iwa-chan,” you say through your yawn. “Can’t you feel it? The change?”

He turns to look at you, noticing the hope that bubbles beneath the warmth of your eyes. You meet his gaze briefly, though the second that you do seems to last a lifetime. There’s something about you that makes him feel achingly alive. Something he wants to explore, something he wants to cherish.

Your fingers graze his hand, sending a jolt of electricity through him, one that’s exacerbated by the shy manner in which you look away, almost embarrassed by such familiarity. Cute. Almost as though you haven’t made time for him at least three times a month since you slipped your number into his hand, as though you haven’t brightened his days with a simple text.

“This year is gonna be great,” you say. “Even for you, Crappykawa. We’re all gonna work hard and we’re gonna make it to Tokyo.”

Oikawa whines at your use of Iwaizumi’s nickname, whines at the chuckle that ripples through his friend. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“Mean to you? I just told you that you’re gonna make it to nationals this year!”

“Did you have to call me crappy, though?”

You don’t answer, attention pulled to the sky before you. That cold winter grey is overpowered by the sun, bringing light hues of blues, pinks, and purples into view. He feels it—the change that you asked about. He wonders whether that’s the only change that 2012 promises.

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bro what if drunk peter made out with one of the avengers one night but then the next morning he doesnt remember who???? and they were all roommates????

-not h i cant believe youd think its h

Dude what if-

Water, tylenol, and Bucky's miracle might have been enough to ease his hangover, but it did absolutely nothing for the embarrassment that churned his stomach.

"Gotta drink the whole thing, kiddo," Bucky encouraged. He tipped his own glass back and chugged the remains of something thick and yellow-green. Peter looked at his lips and he tried to remember. Was it him? Bucky was warm and strong and that's what he remember. Strong arms? A metal arm? Dammit, he couldn't tell. It was so foggy.

"You alright, Pete?"

"Yeah, just uh..." he laughed awkwardly. Bucky smiled. "Well, bottoms up. Steves cooking'll gag you if you haven't recovered by the time he gets up."

"Ha ha." Steve came in from behind him and smacked his ass. Bucky only laughed and gave it back to him. Peter watched his hand as he pulled open the refrigerator. Was that the hand that had squeezed his ass? Encouraged his clumsy rutting to his hip?

"Crazy night, huh?" Steve said as he turned around.

"Yeah..." Peter agreed, but he had no idea what to say beyond that. How did he ask without asking?

"Morning, kid," Tony came into the kitchen and ruffled his hair. Same as every morning. He looked grumpy and hung over. Bucky put a glass of the yellow stuff in his hands and tossed it back with a grateful half smile. He wiped his his mouth dry. "How'd everyone sleep?"

Facial hair? Did he remember facial hair? Tony was probably an expert kisser and whoever it was really knew what they were doing. It could have been, but...

Natasha joined the group next. Her eyes were dark, but she the most lively besides Steve who never seemed to get hungover. Was it her? Soft hair, soft lips, he remembered that, but any of them could have been soft just like any of them could have had the strong arms that had picked him up and set him on their lap.

Peter groaned and put his head down on the counter. Clint and Bruce wandered in while everyone chatted. Thor and Sam would probably stay passed out for a while, they didn't usually bother getting up after a big night. He was pretty sure Loki had made an appearance last night, but there was no telling whose bed he was in until they carried breakfast back for him. Vision and Wanda were definitely still in bed if he hadn't come out to fetch her coffee yet.

"You okay, Peter?" Bruce put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He shook his head. No, he wasn't okay. He was freaking out. He probably humiliated himself soppy kissing a national treasure and he didn't even know which one.

"Listen we all have our drunken regrets," Clint offered.

Tony scoffed. "Speak for yourself."

"Yeah, Tony only does life destroying things while sober," Steve teased.

"What's to regret? We had a great night, made some interesting memories," Bucky said.

Peter groaned again. "I don't remember, that's the problem." It was quiet for a moment. Tony was the first to laugh. Peter lifted his head and glared at them all. "It's not okay- it's horrible! I had the best night of my life and I don't even know who I was making out with!"

The laughing stopped. A look was shared around the room, but Peter couldn't decipher it. "Let's jog your memory," Tony said. He walked around the counter and leaned down. Peter couldn't stare, blinking and confused, as Tony bent and kissed him. His face burned. Everyone was watching and this was far from innocent. Tony kissed like they were making love and it made him shiver down into his toes. He pulled away, smirking, only for Bucky to step in and kiss him. He was only more confused, but he had no complaints. Wherever this was going, he was happy to follow.

"Already?" Loki grumbled somewhere across the room. "I was waiting for coffee and here you all are playing pass the spider again. When's my turn?"

Peter froze.

Oh.

All of them. He'd made out with all of them. All. Of. The. Avengers.

"You okay?" Natasha squeezed his shoulder and Bucky gave him some space.

Peter swallowed. "Can we uh- I... um..."

Steve laughed. "We'll make sure you remember this time."

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Shades Ch.16

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Faith Culver (Vampire!OFC)

WC 2421

Warnings: mentions of blood but in a vampy way Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

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A couple days later and there was a solid knock at the front door. Walter got up from the couch, heading over and looking out through the peephole, seeing the man standing on the doorstep. He could see the leather ball cap the guy was wearing as well as a tidy dark beard, but everything else was obscured by the brim of the cap. Turning back the locks, he opened the door, leaning against it.

“May I help you?” He asked and the guy looked him over with pale blue eyes.

“You must be the new guy.” He said with a thick Texan accent and held out his hand, “Jacoby Barnes, call me Jake.” “Walter Marshall.” He said, shaking his hand. “Come on in.”

“Thank you, kindly.” He said and moved past Walter as he stepped aside, walking into the house as Faith came up from the back.

“Hey, Jake.” She said and they met in the middle, Jake pulling her into a one-armed hug.

“Hey, darlin’, how’re you holdin’ up?” He asked and she made a noise, “Yeah, I feel ya.”

“You get everything handled with your job?” She asked as she pulled away.

“Collared and delivered this morning, check’s already gettin’ processed for deposit.” Jake said.

“Faith told me you’re a bounty hunter?” Walter asked and he turned to look at him with a nod.

“Ain’t as glamorous as the TV shows like to put it, but it pays the bills.”

“Walter is a Lieutenant with the local police force.” Faith said and Jacoby gave him an interested look.

“What department?” He asked.

“Homicide, but I’ve worked with SWAT.” He said and Jacoby nodded.

“Not bad, not bad at all.” He said, “Okay, well, I wish this was just a social call, but it ain’t. Doll, I got your assortment right here.” He set down the backpack he had on his shoulder on the kitchen island and pulled out a cooler, unclipping it and sliding it open. “Got a range of types for you, I prefer O Pos personally, but we’ll see what you like.”

“Different blood types have different tastes?” Walter asked and Jacoby nodded without looking at him, not at all surprised at the question.

“And before you ask, Walter, you taste like raspberry dark chocolate.” Faith said and Jacoby snorted.

“I was going to ask when we were in private, but good to know.” Walter said with a small, embarrassed smile. “Question, though. For you, Jake.”

“Shoot.”

“Where do you get the blood?”

“Donation centers across the country.” Jacoby said, “There’ll be blood drives every so often if stock runs low. People come in and donate, thinking it’s going to hospitals and clinics. Shady? Yeah, kinda, but they are savin’ lives in a way, just not the way they thought. They get their fifty bucks and a cookie, and we get a reliable food source. There’ll always be ones like Quintus who will prefer it from the source, so to speak, but as a whole we try to lessen the impact we have on whatever community we’re in.”

“Ones like Quintus who leave bodies behind, what do you guys do? Is there…some kind of police force or governing body?” Walter asked but Jacoby shook his head.

“Nothin’ organized. We’re not a nation within a nation, we’re private citizens just like everyone else. Do we have those who are more influential than others? Yeah, but that’s true for humans, too. If we come across ones like the fuckhead, there’s an unspoken law to put them down as quickly and quietly as possible.” Jacoby said and turned to Faith, “Speakin’ of, doll. You want me to take care of him for you? I keep silver bullets just for this occasion.”

“I appreciate the offer, Jake, I really do, but I need to do this myself. He’s been haunting me for way too long.”

“Yeah, and if anyone has cause to kill the fuckhead, it’s definitely you.” Jacoby said.

“So you know what he did to her.” Walter said and Jacoby nodded, turning back to the cooler.

“I know enough to know it was bad.” He said, “When Faith came rollin’ into the town I was Sheriff of alone, I asked her why she wasn’t with her maker. New vamps should be for the first hundred years or so, to get taught the ropes. I wasn’t because mine was dead, but Faith told me what Quintus had done, to her and to Sean, what the first group who found her had done to her. Luckily, those assholes got what was comin’ to’em.” Walter gave Faith a questioning look and she shrugged.

“That second group I told you about? The one I was with before I came over on the boat? When there’s a nest of ones like Quintus, others are encouraged to hunt them down, take care of them. That’s what happened. They found me there, saw what had been going on, and got me out of there after killing all the others. They helped me, helped me process what had happened to me and everything after, and what I was now.” Faith said, “They showed me how to live with what I am and how to survive.”

“What should have happened to begin with. Not the nightmare it was.” Jacoby said, “What Quintus did was…” He shook his head, “This is supposed to be a gift, the person is supposed to want it, to ask for it, not have it forced on them.”

“Remember when I first came into town, and you pulled me into the station?” Faith asked, an amused smile on her face. “You kept asking me all these questions and I just…”

“Kept giving me that blank stare?” Jacoby finished with a laugh. “And then you would say something and it just didn’t translate?”

“Keep in mind, Walter, we were speaking English, it’s just that our accents were so thick at the time we couldn’t understand a damn word the other person was saying.” Faith said.

“Almost had to out myself to one of my deputies just to get a damn translator in there.” Jacoby said, “We were able to get it sorted by writing it out, though.”

“And right before I left for Port City, I had the saloon, and that cattle rustler kept giving me and my girls problems.” Faith said and Jacoby laughed.

“I was all set and ready to toss him in a cell, let him think about his life choices, but this one damn near breaks his arm and literally kicked his ass out the door.” Jacoby said and she snorted, giving a shrug.

“He touched one of my girls.” She said and looked over at Walter, noticing how he had gone serious as they were reminiscing. "I'll be right back, Jake."

"No problem, doll." Jacoby said and she went over to Walter, taking his hand and pulling him down the hall to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, you." She said, going to him and laying her hands on his chest. "You've gone all green eyed and broody again."

"You two have history, I get that." Walter said.

"We've known each other for over a hundred twenty years now." Faith said, "We have actual history, but you're wondering what kind of history it is."

"He calls you pet names and drops everything to help you." Walter said and she sighed, going over to the door to open it only so much as to stick her head out.

"Hey, Jake? Question for ya."

"Hit me, darlin."

"Have you ever wanted to sleep with me?"

"No, ma'am."

"And we've never done that ever, correct?"

"Not to my extensive knowledge." Jacoby said.

"Thanks, Jake."

"No problem." She shut the door again and gave him a look.

"Better?" She asked and he sighed, pulling her against his chest with an arm around her shoulders.

"I know I'm being foolish." Walter said, "You've been around a long time, I should expect you to have friends and acquaintances who're like you, and yes, some of them will be male."

"But you are the one I'm with, and you are the one I want." Faith said, "I don't want anyone else but you."

"Faith, I know we haven't been together officially for very long, but I…I can see myself falling in love with you. One day."

"Me too." She said and he pressed his lips to her forehead. “You want to stay in here while I try what Jake brought? Knowing him, it's not at all disguised.”

“I’ll see how I feel.” He said and she nodded. Jacoby was organizing what looked like medical blood bags on the kitchen island when they came back out and Walter scowled slightly as he saw them.

“Told you.” Faith said, “No tact.”

“I can’t be carrying around heavy glass bottles like you.” Jacoby said, “I move around too much.”

“I know, I know. They’re still like a macabre Capri Sun.” Faith said and Jacoby snorted.

“Well, start sippin’ and let me know what you think.”

Walter watched quietly as she tried the different blood types, sipping from the bags through the IV tube like, yes, a macabre Capri Sun. There was a couple she was indifferent about, a couple she flat-out didn’t like, but he watched the pleased smile come over her face as she sipped at one.

“I think we found a winner.” Jacoby said.

“Raspberry dark chocolate.” She said and Jacoby looked at the bag.

“O Negative, universal donor. Not a bad choice.” He said.

“As much as I like it, I’d rather I keep associating the taste with Walter, if you don’t mind.”

“Makes sense.” Jacoby said and Walter snorted, shaking his head slightly. In the end, she settled on A Positive, which she said tasted like grilled eel, smokey and delicate.

“Huh, always tasted like bourbon to me.” Jacoby said and she shrugged.

“You know the types taste different for each of us.”

“So blood doesn’t taste like blood to you guys?” Walter asked and Jacoby shook his head.

“Somethin’ about gettin’ Turned changes how our brain translates the taste, makes it taste like food or alcohol. Probably so we actually like having to drink it.” Jacoby said.

“Faith, what does animal blood taste like?” Walter asked, “To you, I mean.”

“Pig is bitter, cow, well unsurprisingly, cow tastes like steak or roast beef, and sheep is slightly sour and a little gamey.”

“Blech.” Jacoby said, pulling a face, “I’ll drink cow’s blood in a pinch because it tastes the same for me, but I’ll stick with my O Pos, thank you.”

“I keep bottles of cow in the fridge if you want to take some with you.”

“I’m fine, darlin’, but thank you.”

“Can I…” Walter paused and they looked at him, “Can I ask something that may seem a little…invasive? Feel free not to answer if it is.”

“Shoot.” Jacoby said.

“What does the blood of other vampires taste like to you?” Walter asked and they both got very quiet. “Again, feel free not to answer.”

“No, it’s fine.” Faith said, “It’s less a taste and more a feeling. It tastes like…home, like comfort. It all depends on the relationship to the vampire in question, of course. Quintus would probably taste downright poisonous to me, but if say, Jake here opened a vein for me, it would be more of a positive taste.”

“There was an accident, not long after Faith came into town, an ornery bull got loose and I caught a horn. Ripped a hole in me. Docs at the time couldn’t do much and they weren’t optimistic about my chances. The only reason why I wasn’t killed almost instantly is because I drank mostly human blood. Faith saved my life, allowed me to take from her and heal. She tasted like…comfort, like she said. Comfort mixed with…whiskey, oddly enough.” Jacoby said and she snorted, pushing at his shoulder.

“For a vampire to take from another vampire is the ultimate show of trust.” Faith said, “Nests will take from each other to strengthen their bonds. I wasn’t…doing so great when I was found by that second group, I was nearly starved to death. One of them helped me, even though she didn’t know me.”

“She?” Walter asked.

“Elizabeth.” Faith said, “I’m still in touch with her, she’s living somewhere in Europe now. The others, they…they figured with everything I had gone through, that I would be more comfortable around another woman, at least in the beginning. They were right, but that was still a rough first decade.”

"Heavy conversations aside, Faith." Jacoby said, "I brought a few of each kind, should hold you over until your own shipment comes in."

"Thanks, Jake." She said and he separated out the bags of A Positive, packing up the ones she didn't choose. He dug out his wallet when he was done, pulling out a card and handing it to her.

"This is the company I get mine from, drop my name and they'll give you a discount, I've been a customer of theirs since they started." He said she looked at the card, giving him a nod. "Well, it's been fun, but I have to hit the road. Got a job lined up in the state over and that bail jumper ain't gonna collar himself."

"Sure you can't stay a little while longer?" Faith asked, "Maybe stop by the bar tonight?"

"Wish I could, doll, I really do." He said and pulled her into another hug. "Don't be a stranger and let me know how things turn out with Quintus."

"How about this, if I don't take care of him and he leaves town, he's all yours." Faith said and Jacoby nodded, pulling away from her. 

"I can accept those terms. You don't kill the fuckhead and it's open season." He said and she gave him a small, crooked smile.

"I'll walk you out."  She said and they went to the door after Jacoby put the cooler back in the backpack, zipping it up and hefting it onto his shoulder.

"Walter," Jacoby said, stopping by him. "It was nice to meet you." He held his hand out and Walter took it, shaking it solidly. "I'd say take care of her, but we both know how that's going to turn out."

"She can take care of herself." Walter said with a shrug, a small, somewhat proud smile pulling at his lips and Jacoby nodded, the same kind of smiling pulling at his.

[writeblrfantasy]

THE SUN EMPIRE CHARACTER INTROS: Consort Celosia

pronouns: he/him

gender and sexuality: cis man, polyamorous bisexual

nationality: orcian

aesthetics: glitter on the floor, the crackle of magic, blues and blacks, shadows, a twinkle in the eye and a devious grin

job: husband to the great queen emperor, also spymaster and head of minor courtly affairs

“Oh, he still calls you Highness?” Celosia calls, a grin in his voice. “Do you want to make a bet on how quickly that will change?”

Addiran scowls. “Shut up. You’re embarrassing me and him.”

“Tis my job. You started it, anyway.”

Addiran shakes his head. “I’m going to miss you, brother. Why couldn’t you have been at that farewell dinner last night? The mass goodbyes seemed easier to stomach.”

Celosia throws his arms up, sleeves falling down and exposing his famous tattoos—thick lines of ink wrapping around both his arms. “Well, excuse me for one of us doing their duty when they’re supposed to.”

“Bastard. Bring it here.” Addiran takes Celosia in his arms, closing his eyes and absorbing the warmth, the inexplicable comfort Celosia brings wherever he goes.

Celosia’s voice interrupts the peace. “Good lord, it’s not like you’re going to the gallows. Why are you so grim?”

Addiran shrugs and pulls back, more vulnerable than he wants to admit. “Not sure when I’m going to see you again.”

Celosia smiles and slaps his back. “You will. You’re always saying you want a break from me and my ridiculousness, why—I bet in a few days’ time you’ll be thanking the heavens for the gift they have bestowed upon you.”

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[zhongrin]

Finally I finished it part 2 of stripper Zhongli and I hope you enjoy it's a long one

Previously on 'Stripper' Zhongli

"I-I will b-be your mate"

"Good now rest once you open your eyes we will be in your new home where we WILL consummate to be as one"

~~~~~~skipping to you waking up after blacking out~~~~~~

Waking up in an unfamiliar room laying in a bed made of silk and plush pillows, getting up from the bed you walked to the window looking out you saw a nation shrouded in a endless night sky with a blood red moon admiring the view you did not notice a certain someone come up behind you

"Beautiful is it not but not as nearly as beautiful as you my darling"

Frightened by the sudden arms wrapped around you and deep smooth voice in your ear you let out a tiny squeak the voice chuckled at your reaction

"Relax my dear it is only I Morax your beloved mate and do you like my no our home, our nation"

Relaxing slightly in his hold you asked

"Just who are you exactly and why were you in the mortal realm for what reason"

"Since you asked I am Morax crown prince of the demon realm and as to why I was in the mortal realm let's get back to bed then I'll explain"

Leading you back to the bed he began

"I was looking for a mate my dear some demons mate with other demons for benefits and others mate with mortals either for their own pleasure or love which is quite rare but not uncommon"

"But that doesn't explain as to why you were in a strip club if you were looking for a mate"

"Perhaps you've forgotten that I told you I was an incubus before you passed out but that's not the answer you were looking for is it"

Nodding your head as you looked at him and now that you looked at him closely you notice that he has horns and a serpent like tail along with glowing markings etched onto his body but what caught your attention the most was his eyes it was entirely black save for his irises which was gold snapping out of your little daze once you heard a chuckle

"Like what you see my jewel"

Looking away with a blush on your cheeks and muttering something about maybe I do after being caught staring so openly

"A-anyway please continue explaining why you were in that club"

Morax found your embarrassment amusing and wish to tease you some more but that will have to wait just a little bit more

"Alright I'll stop for now but as I was saying I had been searching for a mate for many years now and it's when I decided to settle down in your little town for a short time before moving on and the day you came to the strip club was my last day staying there but when I saw you I knew I had to have you as my mate because demons have a special way of finding their mate and it's by their scent and what's even better was that you are one of the rare mortals that can take a very strong demonic aphrodisiac without consequences is amazing to any demon who finds out and you are perfect for me such a rare beauty I found in such a small town too"

To say you were speechless was an understatement to think that Morax a sex demon was looking for his one true mate and from what you can gather only a demons one true mate can satiate their lust and you can't deny the ache you feel between your legs and you definitely can tell how you're getting to Morax just by the scent of your arousal

"My treasure do you remember the last thing I said before you pass out"

Shaking your head to indicate a no

"Well then I did say we will consummate to be come one once you've woken from your slumber and I'm only holding back from consummating our union is if I have your consent to do so"

A silence fall between the both of you with sexual tension thick enough it's suffocating, nodding your head and in a soft voice you said

"Please mark me as yours, your mate"

And within a flash you're pinned to the bed clothes ripped to shreds

"Fair warning once I start I won't stop until you're throughly marked and bred"

Kissing you with such intense passionate lust it leaves your lips swollen and bruised, leaving more lingering kisses down your neck biting sucking as many marks as possible down to your collarbone, chest, stomach and thighs slowly but sensually licking his way up to your dripping wet cunt

"So wet for me just by me kissing and licking your body perhaps are you sensitive to teasings or is it that you just wanted me to fuck you from the very beginning"

"N-no I just-"

A whorish moan left your lips when he sucked on your clit harshly

"Let me hear all your pretty little sounds and don't you dare try to hide them or you'll be punished"

With that said he dived right back to sucking, licking and fingering your cunt enjoying your taste like it's the first meal he had in years which was true mind you because the amount of sexual energy he had before wasn't even enough to satisfy his hunger it did little to nothing.

"So delicious let me have more and more I'm going to eat you until you fucking squirt all over my face down my chin soak the fucking bed if you have too fuck"

Morax growled out too lost in that dizzying lust becoming more and more feral

"F-fuck Morax I'm gonna c-cum please let me cum please please~~" you whined out begging for your release

"That's right fucking beg me to cum let me hear you beg"

"Morax please I wanna cum please let me cum I'm your good girl, your slut so pleaseee let me cum"

"Fucking cum for me cum on my tongue let me taste all of you mhmm"

"Fuck cumming I'm ahh"

Letting out high pitched moans as you cum soaking morax's face

"That's it fuck mhmm you taste so fucking good mhm now give me another"

"I-I can't to s-sensitive"

"You can and you will"

And that went on to eight more orgasms and on the tenth orgasm did he final stop his blissful assault on your poor sensitive cunt

You felt a familiar coil tightening itself but you know this coil, this orgasm was different from the rest

"W-wait m-morax stop it feels weird s-stop it feels like I'm gonna pee"

"Fucking do it I don't care fuck *growls*"

Morax's increased his pace faster licking,sucking and fingering you more ravenously making that coil snap

"N-no Morax-ahh mhmm" covering your mouth and sounds from the intense pleasure washing over you causing you to squirt all over Morax's face and bed just like he wanted but you made the mistake of covering your lewd moans from him

"Oh fuck that's what I want you fucking squirting all over my face fuck mhmm yes but I recall tell you not to hide your pretty little sounds from me and you did just that so I believe a punishment should do no"

"No I didn't mean to oh fuck-" a wet sounding slap echoed out from Morax slapping your cunt

"Hmm perhaps slapping your pretty pussy as punishment would do yes now be a good girl and take your punishment"

He continued to slap your pussy eleven more times until your pussy is all puffy and swollen

"Look at you drooling with tears in your eyes did you like your punishment that much such a masochistic mate I have soaking my palm in just a couple of slaps to that pussy of yours hmm" nodding your head mindlessly still sensitive from the previous orgasm plus the slaps to your pussy and now he's rubbing his cock against your puffy folds coating himself in your slick but his cock oh his cock have ridges lining the underside spiraling out to the tip and a knot at the base fuck it's so big

"So wet just for me f-fuck" sliding his cock into your wet cunt and the ridges of his cock rubbing every single pleasurable soft that you never knew of

"So tight even after all that preparing I did f-fuck"

"A-ahh~ so deep t-too much I can't"

"You can and you will take it all even my knot fucking take it" he growled out bottoming out balls deep inside of you

"T-too much f-fuck~ so deep please~ fuck" you babbled already cock drunk

"You fucking feel and see that fucking bulge in your tummy yeah already a cock drunk whore who's place is to worship my cock and become my cum dumpster"

Pressing down on the bulge and rubbing your clit in tight circles to feel your gummy walls tighten around his cock

"Yes fuck~ I'm your cock whore, your cum slut who's only purpose is to be bred by you fuck~"

Smirking he said "That's right your purpose is to be bred by me to be used for my own pleasure such a good slut for me"

Pulling out and thrusting back in harder and fast intending to fuck you so dumb that you even think let alone speak but his name and nonsensical babble of more and please

"M-morax wanna...wanna cum please~"

Picking up his pace even more

"Cum with me.. fucking cum on my cock"

"Cumming cum-ahhh"

"That's it fuck cum fuck fuck fuck.. cumming too fuck"

Spilling his thick creamy load inside you stilling for but a moment, feeling so full of cum and cock

"Oh no darling don't think we're finished you still have to take my knot and that's when we'll completely become one *chuckles*"

Slowly thursting into you making you feel every inch, every ridge of his cock and slowly forcing his knot into you

"N-no more please too much s-still sensitive please"

"Now now my treasure I know you can take *thrusts entire knot inside* it fuck~"

"A-ahh mhmm so full~"

"There you go I knew you could take my knot like a good whore"

Morax waited for you to adjust to the feeling of his knot knowing the stretch will hurt only for a bit, Morax thursts slowly but deeply hitting your cervix each time

"It's ok such a good girl for me just let me make sweet passionate love to you my precious mate, my one and only"

And true to his words Morax made sweet love to you scenting, caressing, kissingand marking every part of your body not letting a single inch of your body untouched making promises of filling you up with his cum and put a baby in you his heir, make you a mommy many times over so the palace is always full of children run about

"My mate I'm g-gonna cum, gonna fill you up to the brim with my cum"

"Gonna make you a mommy many times over yeah so the palace is always filled with our children yeah"

"I'm going to flood your womb with my cum so your always pregnant"

"I'm never going to leave you unsatisfied what you want you will get no matter what it is"

And with those promises he flooded your womb with cum stuffing you to the brim

"I love you my darling mate, my crown princess, my one and only love"

I love you Morax my love, my crown prince, my mate"

Drifting to sleep in each other's embrace whispering words of love and promises.

i need to

i need to sit down-

[the-firebird69]

Experience this $12 Million 92' Viking Sportfish!

This is the company we acquired and they didn't build many after taking it over about 5 years ago. They more or less stopped production and people are happy for it. We're going to start production up again. He's a very nice boats his phone is about 80 ft long and the beam is 23 ft and it is a very nice fishing vessel for sport fishing and recreation and it is luxury and is built correctly and it has a metal hole and a stick thick and it has emergency flotation and everything in it and this guy John and even Lord did not deserve to even have touched the name it is a wonderful vessel and it runs nice and smooth it has very powerful engines and people are embarrassed that they let him buy it other companies are like that too even Chrysler and he bought Pontiac and he ruined it and he is going to go down and we want people to come forward and doing it's tiring it's taking too damn long he needs to go down we need people to come forward and want to get rid of them and really we're trying to stop him permanently this watchman movie is taking forever to start and he goes to westboro and he's trying to find a place to stay so he goes to his old house and he's trying to attack the people who are shadowing him and it's his people and her son says maybe the guys who disassembled you and really they did mess with his spouse and his head and his neck and maybe they'll show up if you go there said I left I don't know I wasn't there cuz I saw some guys yelling at me. That's true too and error witnesses who saw it and told him and he still says stupid s*** but he's a liar and he knows who it is

Thor Freya

What a wonderful ship it sounds great we both love it

Hera Zues yes if I got one I'd have to use it for some purpose and I think we would make a fleet and help countries need and they would be on the priority list of it be helped first and we should start doing it for these fools or screwing around with everything and they hear me

I'm going to start it now we own the company and we can do what we want it makes ships up to a half mile and he's talking about Africa and Nations like Africa and we're going to help

Olympus

Olympus

[hikertrashprincess]

FT Day 1

1/2/24

We arrived at the Oasis Visitor Center and slept. In the morning I woke up at 6 and was surprised to see another thru hiker, Peg Leg, who was heading south on the East Coast Trail. In the early morning hours I could not comprehend the concept of walking south and kept asking her what she meant. I later connected with her on instagram and we both felt like weirdos after the encounter, so at least I wasn’t alone in that. Very cool to meet someone who had walked all the way from Canada (and also continuing south to Key West!). She alleviated a lot of my worries by letting me know the swamp didn’t go above knee deep.

I spent some time bird watching and seeing alligators! There were so many cool birds, including a bright pink one called rosceatic spoonbill.

We got backcountry permits at the visitor center and looked at the exhibit on alligator wrestling. I asked the ranger if they had the cord I need to charge my headlamp and she sarcastically said “ no we don’t have any of that important hiking stuff.” Not sure how a ranger at the beginning of a national scenic trail has never heard of power banks and multi-day hiking trips but I just felt embarrassed. Another ranger did offer to mail my postcard for me though, so that was nice.

I had to ask about an unfamiliar animal on the “local animals” board- a skunk ape. Apparently it’s the local version of Bigfoot which made me even more excited to get out into the backwoods. My biggest apprehension was that the visitor center had a pond teeming with alligators. There had to be 10 alligators in a 30x200 ft pond. I imagined in a few hours I would be walking through a pond like this past swimming alligators and started to regret my decisions. Luckily the rest of the day showed those fears were unfounded.

We started off into the swamp, which was some do the most unique hiking I’ve ever done. Limestone rocks shaped like puzzle pieces full of large holes covered the ground. These stood alone or covered with thick, clay-like mud or 1 inch-1 foot of water. In the murky water every step was a mystery. Would you sink into the thick mud and struggle to pull your foot out? Would you slip on the slick mud and try to catch yourself as all your body weight suddenly shifted to the left? Fall into a hole in the limestone? Plunge into a divot in the mud? Step on a rock for one blissful solid step? It was physically and mentally exhausting. The cypress trees, flying egrets,and savannahs were gorgeous. It looked like another world, surely another continent at least.

Morpheus fell into one of the mud divots and broke his trekking pole. He was amazing agile enough to continue without a pole. I was amazed as I continued falling into the swamp and watched him gracefully move through it. It was more exhausting for him though because he would sink into the mud more and every step took more effort. I nearly lost my shoes into the mud when I got into a particularly sticky patch of mud and had to dig them out with my hands.

We were excited to get to a campsite with a picnic table for a short break. There was a couple there. The guy was a Michigan fan and it was very fun to be able to tell him that they had won the Rose Bowl while he’d been camped out in the swamp.

The mileage markers on the trail were… unique. Not a single one seemed to be accurate. We had stopped at 7 mile camp. 10 mile camp was 2 miles away but 13 mile camp was 9 miles away.

We decided to stop at Ten Mile Camp, and were joined by Jamie and his group- another adult and some teen boys- we assumed either a church group or a family- Buggy and Time Crunch. Wanderer stopped by to say but I could tell we would not be on pace to see him again. Two guys rolled into camp after we went to bed. There was a gorgeous sunset and we went to sleep.

[safereturndoubtful]

Day 82 - to Col de Serra (1384 metres)

By the time I’d lazed around with the next chapter of Crawford’s book on Borders (a wonderful section about Hadrian’s Wall) the clear skies had darkened. I looked up from my book and was shaken into action.

First stop was the epicerie to pick up some bread, a slice of cranberry flan and a strong local beer. Roja waited outside as ever, and these days, is even tolerant of the resident cat. He has embarrassed me several times in this regard before..

There was just about a view of Puy Mary spectacular peak directly ahead as we headed up the pass, and the conical and conspicuous Puy Griou to the east, though by the time we got to the pass, Peyrol, at 1589 metres, all had disappeared, and we were enveloped in cloud. At least the rain kept off.

I had in mind a longer circuit than we actually undertook. Conditions weren’t great, the steep rock coming off Puy Mary was slippery in places, to which my hip doesn’t respond well. I was keen to do the narrow ridge, the Brèche de Roland, but decided against it for now. That can join the ever-lengthening list of routes to undertake once bionic.

I’ve seen such ‘warning’ or ‘prudence’ signs many times in Europe when approaching something challenging. I always compare it to the UK where, despite quite frequent debates, we choose not to warn anyone. Think of Crib Goch, Y Gribin, the Càrn Mòr Dearg Arête, Striding and Swirral Edges for examples.

The track was quite busy, mainly with trail runners. It seems this is a very popular area for the sport, with the National team training here this last week. I chatted to a few, one was a guy guiding a group, another just a couple of women out for the morning. I also chatted to a young Australian woman and her partner, who was French. They live in Perth, but travel to France each year. Incredibly, this, just the simple ascent of Puy Mary, was her first ever mountain hike, which might explain why they were as slow as me. Roja and I hike on mountains every day, sometimes more often than that, and it serves to remember that many people must lead their whole lives without going anywhere near a mountain.

I was out for a couple of hours, and just as we returned to the van the rain started with ferocity. We drove slowly down to Col de Serra, only ten kilometres, at 1384 metres, and found an excellent place to stay at the (closed) visitor’s centre car park, and settled in for a long lunch, and some sport.

At 6:30 pm the rain eased enough to step outside, and we wandered an hour or so on a grassy ridge with a gentle ascent, encountering some wild horses, friendly as ever. These are Cheval d’Auvergne, used to the rugged terrain and the weather. Easily identifiable by their thick, often blonde, mane. After the heavy rain of the afternoon the rising mist and cloud conjured up a special atmosphere.

There are a couple of other vans here only, usually on a weekend in May, the place would be much busier.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 46 DAENERYS V (pages 472-483)

Dany takes 'eat your heart out' to a whole new pre-natal-vitamin-diet level, then, some prophecy is dropped and so is Viserys when he finally crosses the line in public.

-

If she choked on the blood or retched up the flesh, the omens were less favorable; the child might be stillborn, or come forth weak, deformed, or female.

Is there a polite way to say 'get wrecked'?

When their lord husbands died and a new khal took his place at the front of his riders, with a new khaleesi mounted beside him, they were sent here, to reign over the vast Dothraki nation. Even the mightiest of khals bowed to the wisdom and authority of the dosh khaleen.

... but baby girls are bad, the Dothraki stan grannies only.

Irri said the lake had no bottom, but Dany felt soft mud squishing between her toes as she pushed through the tall reeds.

Okay, babe, but that's the shore area, further into the lake might full on just drop out and go down. Some great videos of lakes like that online, water so clear you can see the bottom and you think, 'oh, ten meters down, tops' but no that's a hundred meters down. Couple of places in the ocean that do it too, nice sandy beaches ten meters into the water and then sudden the group just drops.

Then her huge khal took her by the hips and lifted her into the air, as he might lift a child.

You are a child.

"The stallion is the khal of khals promised in ancient prophecy, child. He will unite the Dothraki into a single khalasar and ride to the ends of the earth, or so it was promised. All the people of the world will be his herd."

Big yikes, mighty fine red flag you got there buddy. Like... you get how that's just not feasible right? and also that that would involve so much rape and enslavement? You get that when they say 'Stallion who Mounts the World' they mean 'conqueror who's going to fuck everyone over'? Let me guess, Dany is the real 'Stallion' who Mounts the World? Her choosing not to join the dosh khaleen and instead going on her tour of the east is the beginning of the Stallion Mounting the World.

Because we all know Rhaego is stillborn... and a lizard baby.

Dany: bro, stahp, you're being an embarrassment, also don't spill blood here, that's super cursed.

She's forgotten she spilled his blood in this city hasn't she? We all know it was self defense, but it still happened.

The sound Viserys Targaryen made when that hideous iron helmet covered his face was like nothing human. His feet hammered a frantic beat against the dirt floor, slowed, stopped. Thick globs of molten gold dripped down onto his chest, setting the scarlet silk to smoldering... yet no drop of blood was spilled. He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon.

'Curiously calm,' yeah that'd be the trauma response. Looks like you rolled disassociation with a side dish of compartmentalization. We just saw a similar case in the process of breaking down, so ... you're not going to have fun with that.

But also: holy crap, that is so much worse than the show. I mean, I know it shouldn't be because it's basically the same thing, but, somehow his head being stuck in the pot with the molten gold is just worse than having it poured on top?

[sumeru-academy]

Library of alexandria.

synopsis: ganyu tries to confess her love for you in the form of writing, but it seems a certain fox has other plans.

character(s): yae miko, ganyu. (love rivalry)

warning(s): cameos of klee, ayato, and ayaka; you have to know what among us is.

note(s): female reader, no use of y/n, there’s a section on here that is representative of an irl interaction that i had with mod angel and my sister—it’s very specific so you can gloss over it.

hi angel :) i’m your secret dodoco. this is very much not within my writing style but i tried very hard i promise!!

⎯⎯mod alice 🦋

And then she turned, her eyes holding such softness towards me that I couldn’t believe I could ever receive such love. 

Even after millenniums, she was the only grace that made me human. 

“Oh… Oh, hi…!”

You looked up from the stack of parchments on your desk at the sound of the voice, only for your eyes to fixate on someone you would have never expected to see in Inazuma City. 

“Ganyu?” you named. “Fancy seeing you here!” 

“Likewise, though I really didn’t expect to run into you…!” she sheepishly grinned. As a wild blush formed on her cheeks, she seemed to fidget with something in her hands—a thick stack of papers, likely official documents, or even a draft of a book. Ganyu did not seem like the type to write up drafts of novels based on what you knew of her; however, you were standing in a publishing house, after all. 

In hopes to ease her awkwardness, you answered, “I work here, actually. I’m an editor for Inazuma’s Yae Publishing House.”

“Oh! You do? Miko… never mentioned that to me,” Ganyu fidgeted. She immediately thought back to the invitation letter that the pink fox had sent to her. When she traveled all the way from Liyue to Inazuma, she knew you resided in the nation; But she really didn’t expect to see you here, of all places. 

“You know Miko?” you slightly gasped. “I would’ve never guessed that you two were acquainted.”

As you finished your words, you patted the edge of the table, motioning towards the set of chairs right in front of your desk. Ganyu quickly took a seat, and then set her stack of papers down—however, it seemed the moment she realized you were able to see them, her hands immediately raced to take them back. 

You decided not to question it. 

“We’re longtime friends, actually!” Ganyu told you as she clutched her loose papers tight against her chest. “We knew each other many, many years ago.” She fidgeted around for another moment, the tips of her fingers rubbing against the papers as she tried to muster up something more to say. “Oh, and…” she began again, “I’m actually here to see her today…?” 

“Oh!” You clasped your hands together, dropping your own paperworks from your hand. “Miko is actually not here today.” 

“Ah…”

“But, I happen to be going to her current location in a few minutes, so perhaps you’d like to accompany me?”

Her eyes lit up at the offer. She’s been wanting to be alone with you ever since you left your short stay at Liyue Harbor. Without another thought, she hastily nodded her head and followed your every step. 

When we walked side-by-side, I felt my heart race. My entire head was screaming at me to hold her hand. 

“We’re here!”

“A shrine?” 

“The Narukami Shrine,” you corrected with a smile, slinging a plastic bag over your shoulder.  

Ganyu had been eyeing that bag all morning—you picked it up before the both of you made the trip here, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was inside such a large, lumpy bag. She supposed she shouldn’t be so nosy, though. After all, you had been excellent at ignoring the papers she had been clutching all day. 

Archons, she’d be so embarrassed if you found out what they were before she was ready. 

“Oh, right!” Ganyu recalled. “Miko is the head shrine maiden.” 

“And the owner of the Yae Publishing House,” you added. 

“So she’s your boss?” 

“Mhmm.” 

The two of you walked side-by-side into the area. There weren’t many people here, as usual—mostly shrine maidens and a few people who were saying short prayers before leaving. Ganyu stayed quiet as she observed the unfamiliar area, choosing to lag behind you for a bit since she didn’t want to seem like she was intruding. 

Pale pink petals floating amidst the wind were so much more beautiful compared to the hard rocks of Liyue, in her opinion. Even the roaring heights above each stony mountain could not give her a peaceful view such as this, and she could not help but think you looked so perfect standing here in the middle of it. 

If only she could take you on a date here, maybe even confess her feelings… Or would that be considered too blasphemous considering the location? 

“There they are!” you suddenly exclaimed. Without warning, you grabbed Ganyu’s wrist and pulled her towards a man with light blue hair that was leaning against the stair railings. 

After assuming this was one of the people you were looking for at the shrine (other than Miko, of course; but that was for herself), Ganyu questions, “How did you know they were here?” 

“Oh, they’re always here on Saturday mornings right before they go out for bubble tea,” you waved off rather dismissively. 

Is bubble tea that important for them to travel so far for it?! Ganyu thought. 

“Ayato!”

The blue haired man, who seemed to be staring off into space earlier, perked up at the sound of your call. Ganyu wasn’t sure why, but she immediately didn’t like this man named Ayato. 

“Oh?” the man voiced once his eyes landed on your approaching figure. “What brings you all the way here?” 

“I got something for you!” you told him, swinging the large plastic bag you held off your shoulders. 

So that’s what that is for? Ganyu felt the warmth of your hand leave her own as you began to reach for something in the bag, and she could not help but feel a little jealous… 

“Ta-da!” 

In your hands was a rather large plush: a smiling bunny, with a pink hood over its ears and around its head. You were smiling in pride at the stuffed toy, and Ayato gasped in what seemed to be both shock and excitement. 

“You actually bought it?!” he said with a large grin on his face. He pushed his body off the railing before coming closer to you, and then hugging the plush that you handed to him. “I can’t believe you—and how did you even get one so big? How much was this, let me pay you back!” 

“Haha,” you laughed with gritted teeth. “Don’t ask about the price.” 

As horror etched on Ayato’s face, Ganyu panicked a bit. Plushies were something you only gave to people you liked, right?! And you got one for this man, so did that mean you were already taken— 

“And I got one for your sister, too!” 

Oh. Nevermind. 

You pulled out another large plush, successfully emptying the bag. It seemed those were the only two things the bag carried, so Ganyu now felt a little embarrassed for being so curious about it. 

Ayato’s face contorted immediately when you showed off the other plush. 

“W… what… What is that…?” Ayato looked rather confused—and even sort of disgusted—as you held up the plush for Ayaka. His eyes seemed to travel along the pink curves of the plush’s body, from its rather large visors, to what seemed to be a backpack on its back. 

You gasped, “You’ve never seen these before, Ayato?” And when you looked around, you saw that both Ayato and Ganyu were shaking their heads. “Well, it’s an—” 

“AMONGUS!!” 

Everyone turned towards Ayaka, who positively gasped when she saw the pink crewmate plush in your hands. 

“Is that for me?!” she asked you with excited eyes. And when you nodded, she gasped once more, squealing out an elongated, “Thank you!” She wrapped the plush in her arms almost immediately, and even seemed to hold it quite gently. 

“An… Among Us?” Ayato slowly repeated what his sister previously yelled. 

“Amogus,” she corrected. 

“Amongus,” you agreed. 

Ayato squinted his eyes in heavy confusion at what both you and his sister were talking about. Was it some new game younger people played in their free time? Did Ayaka not tell him about it yet? Perhaps he was just getting too old. 

“Well,” he hummed, leaning on one leg and crossing his arms. “I don’t think I like these… Amongi.”

Your hand immediately flew up to your mouth to stop your laughter. 

Ayaka argued, “I think the plural term is Amonguses.”

“That sounds terrible.” 

“You sound terrible.”

You could only laugh harder as the siblings continued to bicker amongst themselves, even beginning to hit each other’s arms in the middle of the public shrine. Ganyu could only watch awkwardly at the exchange, but luckily, you tapped her arm to pull her away from the discourse. 

It seemed like this happens quite often. But nevertheless, Ganyu decided to just completely disregard the two siblings. She allowed you to pull her towards a little stand—one that had a box with a slip of paper sticking out. 

“What is this?” the half-adeptus asked. 

“A fortune stand!”

You then gestured for her to draw one, and when she did—

The clouds disperse, revealing the moon in the sky. Whoever draws this slip will receive great fortune. With clarity in your heart, what you wish for will come true. Things will go your way today, whether there is something you wish to accomplish… or someone you wish to meet. Now is the time to act.

Your lucky object for the day: Everburning Flaming Flower Stamen. The heat of a Flaming Flower comes from the fire in its heart. The reason everything will go your way is because your heart knows the path to take.

“Now is the time to act…” 

Ganyu gulped. 

Should she really? It was definitely advisable, that’s for sure. But to actually confess her feelings to you—right now. 

You only accompanied her all the way here to look for Miko since the half-adeptus was looking for her, but she had no idea what would happen after that. Seeing you was only a bonus, and there was no guarantee that you would have another moment alone together like this. 

However, would it still be considered blasphemous or profane if she did it right here, right in the heart of the Narukami Shrine? 

“That plush looks so ugly!” 

“Hey, don’t talk about Charles like that!” 

“You named it Charles?!”

Nonsense. Those two Kamisato siblings were literally still arguing off to the side, even after she drew her fortune slip and all. If anything, whatever they were doing was far more embarrassing than the idea of quietly confessing to you. 

Alright. She can do this, then. 

“Hey…” 

“Hm? What’s wrong, Ganyu?” you questioned her, noticing how her hands began to visibly tremble. And so you grabbed them, soothing both with careful caresses from your thumb as an attempt to calm her shaking. “Did you get a bad fortune? It’s alright, we can always hang it over he—” 

“No, no, it’s not that!” she quickly denied, pulling you back into place. Her shoulders hunched so she looked so small, and she inched closer so she could mumble. “I… I just…”

You listened intently, awaiting her response. It seemed she would just have to suck up her courage and spit it out. 

“I wanted to tell you that—”

“Oh my… Ganyu, my beloved friend!” 

The both of you turned towards the new voice—or, more like a voice that was all-too-familiar to both your ears. There stood Yae Miko, your boss and Ganyu’s old acquaintance. Of course, Ganyu knew she was going to come sooner or later; that was what you escorted her here for, after all. But the half-adeptus didn’t think her old friend would cut her off so brutally. 

“Had I known you would come here early, I would’ve already prepared fresh Sea Ganoderma for you,” Miko pouted as she finally stood in front of you two. She sighed in disappointment at herself, though you seemed to pick up on her playfulness better than your half-adeptus companion had. 

“No, it’s no worries at all!” Ganyu was quick to assure, “It’s already an honor to see you after so long!” 

Miko dramatically gasped, “You mean you walked all this way to find me?” She looked absolutely horrified, though falsely. “How horrible of me as your Inazuman hostess—I was even the one to tell you to meet me at the Publishing House!” 

It was frankly quite weird to you to see both women interact with each other, especially since you did not expect them to know one another at all. Alas, you would just have to get used to it, even if their personalities clashing together seemed like a total disaster in your eyes. 

“Allow me, my good friend,” Miko continued, “to take what you came here for right off your hands!”

Before Ganyu could even question or protest, Miko snatched the hefty stack of papers from her hands. She held up a few sheets between her fingertips, displaying them up rather publicly so she could scan their contents. This caused immediate panic to rise in the half-adeptus’s face; And you still had not a clue of what these papers contained, though it seemed that Ganyu preferred to keep its contents private between her and Miko. 

“Miko, don’t—!” 

“Oooh… Your handwriting is so neat and lovely! Perfectly expected from a secretary,” the pink haired woman marveled. “Oh, this”—she finally turned to speak to you—“have you read this yet, my darling?” 

“Those…” you told her. “No, I haven’t.” 

“Miko, I really don’t want her to—!”

“What a grave shame!” Miko whined as if you just spoke of something absolutely disappointing. “You need to read it, I feel it will be right up your alley!” 

“Ah, but if Ganyu is not comfortable…” 

Ganyu cut in rather loudly, “I will be!” And then she squeaked, probably realizing she was being too passionate. In a lower voice, she said to you, “When these drafts are all edited and published in a few days, I’ll be comfortable—I want you to read it!” 

Oh, so it’s actually a book. 

Ganyu wrote a book. 

And she came all the way here to get it edited and published under the Yae Publishing House. 

“Aw, how sweet!” Miko gasped at her old friend. Then, she turned to you. “See, that’s why I took up this offer—this story is so cute, you know. I just had to get my hands on it.” She stared down at the papers in amusement, a slight smirk upon her lips. “And that is also why, as Ganyu’s dear friend, I decided to edit and publish it personally for her.”

“That’s so kind of you!” you exclaimed. “And I’d love to read it once it’s out!” 

Ganyu chuckled nervously, “Yeah I… I really hope you enjoy and… understand it…”

“Say, let’s all go get lunch at Uyuu Restaurant,” Miko suggested with a smile. “I have another client I need to meet over there shortly. But I want to make up for my lack of hospitality, so I’ll treat you both to celebrate remeeting friends, and for new relationships.”

She doesn't think she expected it to turn out like this. 

What was supposed to be a simple lunch had you three in a private room, with Miko’s arm slung right over around your waist so temptingly. She was laughing cutely near your ear, occasionally feeding you and tapping her other arm atop your thigh. 

However, far too close in proximity for Ganyu’s tastes. 

She sat alone on her side of the table, opposite to you and Miko, who were sitting next to each other. Miko had such easy access to you, and all Ganyu could do was watch. 

Well, Ganyu wasn’t technically “alone” on her side of the table. Right next to her sat a little girl with a cute red hat and dress—clearly not any representation of Inazuman fashion, however. She was from Mondstadt, and her name was Klee. Though, Ganyu wondered why a kid this small was even Miko’s client, anyways? 

"Oh my Archons, you—!" Miko burst into laughter at whatever you said. "You're always so amusing to me, you know. I should take you out on dates like these more often!"

Dates like these...

“Oh man,” Klee piped up, “that joke wasn’t even funny!”

Ganyu let out a heavy sigh, feeling like a third wheel… Fourth. Fourth wheel. Though, she couldn't even blame you at all. Clearly, there was too much on your plate with Miko constantly attached to your hip. And yet Ganyu still sat there, wondering about ways to cut in so she can still somehow talk to you. 

Speaking of talking, were you and Miko always this close? She didn't expect it, really. In fact, she didn’t even think you two knew each other.

“Come on, you have to try this!” Miko prodded, her body leaning right onto you and her chopsticks hovering over your mouth. “The fried tofu from this restaurant is the best—none compare to it. Come onnn, open your mouth for me, please?” 

This lovey-dovey act was throwing Ganyu terribly off. Miko actually read her drafted book, right? 

“It’s pretty good!” you admitted through chews and a hand over your mouth. “A lot better than Kiminami Restaurant’s fried tofu, actually?” 

“See?” Miko hummed. It was simple, but the way you ate from Miko’s chopsticks was driving Ganyu insane. Had Miko no shame, when she was literally sitting right in front of you both? Ganyu continued to eat quietly, trying not to feel jealous as much as she could. 

“I actually need to cut my stay short,” you suddenly mentioned, catching both Ganyu and Miko’s attention. “There’s still work I have to finish at the Publishing House.”

Miko pouted “Aw, can’t you stay?” She tugged on your arm, hoping to somehow look cute enough to convince you to stay for more time. “I’m sure your work wouldn’t mind if you were away for a little while longer…” 

“Miko… You’re my boss.”

“Oh, right!” she laughed, and you deadpanned. “Okay, then off you go!”

With a short parting, you quickly left from the restaurant (effectively leaving the two adults [not Klee] with the meal bill) and made your way back to the Publishing House. 

Ganyu and Miko were now left alone, though the half-adeptus wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, especially with the red Mondstadt child here. On one hand, she was thrilled to get almost-alone time with her old friend. On the other hand, this old friend just spent the past half hour ignoring her in favor of flirting with you. 

And Miko read the drafts of her book. She knew about her feelings for you. 

“So,” Ganyu quietly began. But since it was only the three of them now, Miko heard her meek voice. “About my book…”

“Ah, yes, your book!” Miko clasped her hands together, finally turning her full attention to the blue haired secretary in front of her. “So I’ve already read the whole draft, and I loved it! I can’t wait to work with you to edit and publish it.” 

“That’s good to hear!” Ganyu grinned. “And, um… Were you able to understand the sort of… representation I was going for…? Who the characters are, I mean…”

Miko playfully scoffed, “No worries, my dear friend, Ganyu. Your story makes your little crush on her quite clear! And I must admit, she is someone special to me, too.” Ganyu couldn’t help but narrow her eyes—her companion said that with such sincerity, but also an underlying sound of mischief. “It touches my heart, you know,” Miko continued, “that you even made the story revolve around your love for her!”

“Huh?” Klee perked up. “Miss Blue Hair wrote a book as well?” 

“I—”

“Yes, she does!” Miko answered excitedly. “It’s a slow-burn romance between a foreign traveler and a workaholic secretary from the latter’s point of view—she falls in love with the foreigner so fast, and it finishes with a grand confession scene where she accepts the secretary’s feelings! Doesn’t that sound so cute, my child? There are tons of cute scenes littered in between, too! And Miss Ganyu here wrote all of them!”

“Oh…!” Ganyu immediately blushed. “Yeah, I’m actually… pretty embarrassed about writing that! But I’m glad you understand me enough to pick up on it, Miko.” 

She held sincerity in her voice. It was a little too easy. 

“Of course! I mean, what are friends for?” the fox envoy laughed dismissively. “Now, after this, I’ll be editing your story to perfection, and we can get this published to perfection. Alright, dear?”

Klee gasped, “Aww, that’s so cute and so sweet! Can Klee read it when it’s published? And, and–! And can I make a gift for all the packaging boxes?!”

“Of course you can, child!” Miko accepted kindly. 

Ganyu swore she felt her heart warm. “Thank you both so much!” she exclaimed. “I really hope she’ll like it…”

“Oh, don’t worry. She will.”

Ganyu frequently spent her days in Inazuma with you after that, mustering up the courage to even talk to you at all. But she was here in a whole new nation with her most beloved person, so why shouldn’t she? 

And, you were so kind enough to even offer her a tour of not only Inazuma City, but a large part of Narukami Island itself. She felt bad—truly, the worry of intruding in your personal time made her a bit anxious. But she couldn’t help but be selfish now that she experienced relishing in alone time with you. 

The time you spent together in Liyue was nothing but fleeting. You were only there for such a short time; And for a business trip, too. Something about a legendary author that needed a bit of extra help before getting his works to Inazuma’s Publishing House—Ganyu didn’t quite catch all the details. 

But she fell for you nevertheless, like some dumb, young love—though, she wasn’t quite young anymore. 

And yet, the luminous glow of Chinju Forest made her feel like she was in some childish fairytale again. The way the blue light cuddles with your skin like the way she wished she could do the same with you. A moment of quiet and serenity was one she could not get in the heart of Inazuma City; But here, alone with you, she could breathe. 

Amidst the surrealness, you asked quietly, “How much longer are you in Inazuma?” 

The restriction of volume made it difficult for her to tell what you were feeling. Were you quiet because of the surroundings… 

Or because you were sad she’ll leave? 

“Two days,” she answered, trying to level her own voice as much as she could. She was already such a quiet person, but she still feared she was being too loud against the running water down the creek of the forest. “Tomorrow, my book gets published. And then the next day, I leave.” 

She watched your face closely as she spoke those words, wondering if she could find any indication of a reaction. Would it be terrible of her to admit that she wanted you to feel sorrowful? That she wanted you to tell her to stay? Perhaps she was too needy for your affection, and perhaps she wrote you too unrealistic in her book. 

“I see,” was all you said. 

You then lowered yourself, moving to sit down on the cool grass right in front of the small creak. Ganyu soon followed, feeling quite awkward that she was the only one standing. Why must she be so anxious in front of you? 

“Your hair,” you pointed out. And when she turned, she saw your eyes fixated on the strands of her hair.

At least, that’s what she assumed. She hoped it wasn’t her horns. You’d probably think they look weird, wouldn’t you? 

“My hair?” 

“The light blue really glows under this light,” you told her. “It’s really pretty.” 

Ganyu immediately froze in embarrassment, her hands flying straight up to cover her face. Had you no shame in saying such a thing? Sure, you probably meant it in an artistic way with colors and whatnot, but she took it to heart. You called her pretty. Oh, Archons. 

Seeing her immediate reaction, you assumed the worst and quickly apologized, “Sorry, sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No!” she squeaked. And as a result, Ganyu’s hands then flew to cover her mouth. Oh dear, that was such a loud noise she made. “I… I’m really flattered actually. Thank you so much…!” 

Oh Gods, she was definitely so loud—she hoped you didn’t mind. Luckily, you didn’t comment on it, instead turning to dip your hand against the moving water. It was so clear. Ganyu could see how pretty your fingers moved against the running current. 

“And… um…” Ganyu perked up again. Why did she have to be so embarrassing? Ah, she should’ve just kept her mouth shut, but there was no turning back now. “I think your hair is really pretty, too. Not even just under this lighting, but in general.” 

She had the locks of your hair memorized in her brain, even how trivial that information was. But it was one of the many features that made her fall for you; and she couldn’t help but describe exactly why she liked it in her book. The way it lifted in the wind, or the way it flowed whenever you turned—the image would always be so vivid in her mind. 

You chuckled just a bit, “Thank you, Ganyu.” 

The half adeptus only smiled in response, though she figured you couldn’t even see it—your attention was still focused on the creek in front. But she was content with that. Content, as long as you still stayed by her, sitting alone here in Chinju Forest. 

“Publishing day!” the fox envoy sang in your ear. You were in the middle of editing a document, and so the sound of her voice completely caught you off guard. 

That, or it was the way that both of her arms suddenly snaked around your shoulders from behind. You got this treatment from her a lot, and yet you still froze at such affections. She was quite the touchy one, though what kind of woman would reject advances from the ever-so tempting Yae Miko? 

“For Ganyu’s book?” you asked, then she nodded onto your shoulder. She laid on it quite comfortably from behind your seated form, staring down onto the papers you were working on. Her hands dangled in front of you, and her chest pressed against the back of your seat. 

“She’s excited for you to read it.” 

“I know.” 

“Would you believe me if I said that I was even more excited for you to read it? More than her?” 

You shivered from how light her voice had gotten, as well as the feeling of her breath hitting your ear. If she was implying something, then you were clueless. Why would she be more excited for you to read Ganyu’s book? It wasn’t even her own. 

Perhaps she was just very supportive of her friend.

At least, that’s what you told yourself to believe. 

“I guess I can see it,” you answered her simply. “You’re quite passionate.” And very dramatic, but you didn’t say that aloud. 

She hummed near your ear in response, seeming to find your answer acceptable. Then she untangled herself from you. She moved back from your body until she was fully standing again before planting her hands down on your shoulders from behind. 

“Most of the department is out today, busy printing the final copies of the books.” She told you that rather informatively, somehow completely dropping her flirty tone from earlier. It was like she acted as if she was your employer—which, in actuality, she was. “But since you’re Ganyu and my little favorite, I’ll let you wait until the reveal, does that sound good?” “Thank you for the special treatment, ma’am.” 

“With pleasure!” 

Breathless, I confessed to you. I sputtered out nonsense I had no control over, and yet all you did was look at me with the brightest smile I had ever seen on you. 

Last page… And, done.

You filled your editing quota for today meaning you could finally leave work. 

Grabbing your coat from the edge of your desk, you threw it on, expecting a chilly evening. You hoped they hadn’t begun selling Ganyu’s book yet—you didn’t want to miss it. Miko had told you that it would up on the shelves at sundown, and luckily, you happened to finish today just as the sun began to set. 

But outside already awaited you Miko and… Ganyu. 

“Well, well, look who’s finally done with work,” Miko chuckled. She then nodded her head towards Ganyu, who suddenly looked incredibly nervous as she approached you. 

“Um, I have a gift for you…” 

And before you could even say a word, she shoved a book in front of you, and you were quick to assume that it was a copy of her newly published book. Though, you figured as an editor for the Publishing House, you would’ve gotten a free or discounted copy of it anyways…? 

“This is the very first copy that was printed of my book!” she told you, bowing her head down. You couldn’t tell if it was in shame, embarrassment, or some form of unnecessary respect. 

You looked down at the book in your hands, then back towards her. “But, shouldn’t you get the first copy? You’re the author, after all.” 

“No, no!” Gnayu denied with a quick wave of her hands. “I actually”—she turned away—“wrote it for you, and that’s why I really wanted you to read it…” 

Well, there was no way that her words didn’t warm your heart. She was so sweet to do something like this, and so suddenly, too. So this is the book she’s been hiding from your eyes? The book she traveled all the way from Liyue to Inazuma to publish? Just for you, someone she met so briefly? 

Now, you could only wonder what the book was about. Turning it around to see the description on the back, you read aloud: 

“Young girl steps foot in a foreign land only to catch the eyes of… the grand Kitsune Guuji?! Join our main protagonist as she gets accustomed to her new life in a new land. But will she survive when the terribly seductive and gorgeous Kitsune Guuji tries to win her heart by hiring her as her new editor—”

“Wait, wait what?!” Ganyu shrieked. “That… That’s not—!”

“Surprise!” said Miko with a hearty laugh. She moved her fingers in front of her lips as she joyously grinned, “My dear friend Ganyu was so kind to write a book about us, and our love!”

You were so confused. 

“Miko, that’s not what I wrote at all!” Ganyu exclaimed, turning frantically to her friend. Friend…

“Oh?” the fox envoy gasped. “Well, that’s probably because I edited it! Y’know, like I said I would!” 

“You—” Ganyu was at a complete loss for words. Did… did someone she trusted fully as her kind friend just write over her book? A book she was going to use as a confession?! And, to make things worse, she even self-inserted herself over Ganyu’s own character in the story. How painfully cruel. “You’ve… You’ve quite the ego—!” 

“Ego? Oh, why do you look so mad my dearest old friend?” Miko questioned, and you couldn’t quite tell if she was purposely trying to piss Ganyu off or not. “All I did was help you like a good friend!” 

“But this wasn’t the story I had written at all!” 

Miko grinned, “Is it really not?” 

“No, I was supposed to use my original story idea to confess my feelings for—” 

“MISS MIKO!! MISS GANYU!!” 

Klee. 

Using the kid’s intervention to her advantage, Miko immediately ignored Ganyu’s infuriated face in favor of turning her attention to Klee. “Oh, hello child!” she greeted. “What brings you back to the Publishing House so soon? Are you here to see Miss Ganyu’s new book?” 

“Yep!” Klee nodded happily. “And I am also here to tell you that Klee finished putting gift bags in each of the packaging boxes!” 

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you, darling Klee!” Miko aww’ed. “Can you show them to us?”

“Of course!” Klee yelled. “Actually, they should be going off any second now!!” 

Miko confusedly laughed, “Hah… Going… off…?” 

BOOM. 

“Bombs!!”—in the most joyous tone ever. 

Miko’s eyes widened immediately, and she turned around, only to see—

“The Publishing House is on fire!” she gasped. And immediately, she rushed to go get help. After all, she didn’t want her precious building and books to burn down! 

“Klee made special bombs for each of the packages!” Klee said quite proudly despite the building in front of them quite literally being… On fire. “Like, care packages, I guess!” Her laugh was terribly adorable. 

Emphasis on terrible. 

Actually, Ganyu wasn’t quite sure whether she should be in a panicked state right now…

…Or a happy one. 

Those cursed, dreaded books were now all gone—Thank Archons! 

With a sudden wave of passion and uncanny confidence taking over, she raised her arm, and hurled it into the Publishing House—right into the fires that were destroying everything. And finally, the last book was gone. 

Like a knight in shining armor, she suddenly turned to you, and got down on one knee. Taking one of your hands despite the clear wave of panic on your face. She confessed. 

“I’ve been in love with you for the past year now!” 

“Ganyu, good lord! Now is not the time for th—”

Before she could even finish, one of Klee’s bombs rolled right onto Ganyu’s feet. 

Well. 

You ran off. Ganyu did not. 

“Is this considered a rejection…”

[spencerreidsconverse]

Bets With a Vegas Boy

summary: When Spencer and Reader make a bet with high stakes, their stubborn sides show, but when a consulting officer has his eyes on reader, Spencer has to step in.

word count: 4.9k

warnings: SMUT (breeding kink, daddy kink, a bit of degradation, semipublic sex,) unrequited flirting, criminal minds style violence, suggested cannibalism, reader has multiple tattoos

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: This took me forever to finish as I was on vacation! I hope you all enjoy it!

“Y/N, have you ever met Reid? You’re supposed to be smart, why would you willingly sign up for this?” You scoffed at JJ’s words. When Penelope Garcia is involved it seems that no news traveled slowly, proven by the entire BAU’s new knowledge of the bet you had made with boy genius after bickering about which of you was more clingy. “JJ, you really underestimate me that much?” She shook her head in disbelief “You know that’s not it, but come on Y/N! Seriously, he’s banned from every casino in Vegas! Why would you bet against that?” “JJ, he was banned because he can count cards. It’s not like we’re playing Black Jack for christ’s sake!” She weighed the idea for a moment and you could see the wheels turning in her head. “Okay that’s true, but still. He’s the most stubborn man I’ve ever met. I seriously hope whatever he has in mind for your forfeit isn’t as bad as yours.” You laughed, imaging Spencer in the predicament you were positive he would be in the thick of by the end of the week.

“I think he’d look good with one, you don’t agree?” JJ rolled her eyes as you both made your way out of the elevator towards the glass doors. “That’s not my point Y/N, don’t you think it’s a little harsh? I mean he’s not like you, how do you know he’d even want one?” You smirked, remembering the first time you’d met Dr. Spencer Reid. You had been brought on to the team a few short years ago after an implemented policy that required an even amount of field agents so there were partners for every investigation. You thought it was a bit condescending, requiring the most brilliant minds in the nation to follow the buddy system, but it gave you a job and for that you were thankful. It had its perks though, one of which being your immediate pairing with Reid. You were as young as him and not far behind in brilliance. What you lacked in eidetic memory and forgein language fluency, you more than made up for in marksmanship and street smarts. You and Reid got along fine, even if it was a bit tense at first. He was thoroughly convinced he didn’t need a babysitter.

“I’m a grown man! Why would I need to be watched every second of the day? The last thing we need is a liability.” you remembered the words like it was yesterday. You had been approaching him from behind, and overheard his rant. “Well, technically since we’re the same age, I’d hardly consider myself a babysitter. Would you trust your child’s care with someone their age?” Spencer had turned himself around so fast he’d almost fallen off the desk he was perched atop. “Y-you must be Agent Y/N! It’s uh nice to meet you?” He cringed at the tone of his voice, and you burst out with giggles before shaking your head. “Don’t worry Dr. Reid, I understand it must be a difficult situation for you. I mean, if I were the resident genius I wouldn’t take too kindly to the idea of being shown up either.” The dark-skinned woman who had previously been engaging him in his sour mood let out a surprised chuckle and you watched his face turn from embarrassment to shock and finally settle on disbelief. “Wh- Excuse me?” You felt your stomach begin to cramp as his reaction made you laugh further and you clutched your files against your chest. You fought to catch your breath for a few seconds before regaining your composure. “Excuse my reaction, Dr. Reid but I couldn’t resist. No hard feelings?” He nodded mutely and you saw a soft smile crack through his mock stern expression. You turned to introduce yourself to the woman next to him, Tara Lewis. You made small talk for a few more minutes while Reid scribbled away at his desk before Emily called all of you to the round table with a case.

Nerves had struck you then, and you stood frozen instead of joining Tara in her stride. “Y/N, everything okay?” You jumped slightly as you heard Reid’s voice from behind you. “Oh! Yes, sorry!” You moved out of his way, trying your best not to stumble over an empty desk and failing miserably. He stretched his hands out and caught you, much to your embarrassment. “Are you sure you’re okay? Are you feeling ill?” You shook your head quickly. “No! No, I'm fine, really.” He looked into your eyes and you tried to ignore the sparks you felt deep in your chest. “Y/N you’re working with profilers now, lying that poorly will never work around here.” His joke succeeded in its attempt to lighten the mood and you let out a soft laugh despite your anxiety. “I’m just a little nervous I guess. I didn’t expect to have a case so soon.” He nodded and his thumb absentmindedly rubbed soothing circles on your sleeve. “I understand. We all felt that way at first. I won’t say it’s easy, but we’re all here to support you. Take a few deep breaths.” You did as he instructed and you felt your nerves ease as he consoled you. “That’s better. Besides, what could you have to worry about? You have the best partner here.” You laughed, and he released your arm. “I’ll meet you in there.” and with that he left you standing there trying to lock down the feelings he had just arisen in you. “Nice Y/N, crush on your partner first thing. What a great start.” you muttered to yourself

A few moments later you joined the rest of the team at the table and quickly reviewed the case, before lifting off 45 minutes later to a small town in Georgia. Everything felt like a whirlwind and you did your best to keep up. True to what Spencer had said, the team helped you get your bearings and by the end of the night you were making great strides along with the rest of them. It was near midnight when Emily dismissed you all to the hotel a few blocks away to get a few hours of rest. You were thankful, having poorly attempted to drown your tiredness with watery coffee from the small pot at the station, and you made your way to the hotel as swiftly as you could manage. When you were all gathered in the lobby, Emily handed out the keycards and it quickly dawned on you how the room assignments would work. You tried to shake off the thought and prayed that the night would go quickly. It made sense to just put the partners together, it made keeping track of everyone easier and allowed for quick communication between the team. You told yourself all the reasons it was logical as you made your way up to your room.

Spencer left you to your thoughts, but he could see how hard you were focusing. He unlocked the door and the lights switched on as you both made your way towards your beds. You heard him ask you something, and turned awkwardly to face him “Sorry, what’d you say?” He looked at you, a mix of amusement and concern on his face. “I asked if you wanted to shower first. Are you okay?” “Oh! Yeah, thanks. I’m okay, just thinking about the case.” You hoped you had lied better this time and were relieved that he seemed to buy it. “Just try to shut your mind off of it for now, I know it’s hard. Trust me, you’ll feel much better when you’re refreshed.” You nodded at his words and pulled some pajamas out of your go-bag. “Thanks Spencer. I’ll try not to take too long.” He shrugged you off “No worries, take your time.” You shut yourself behind the door and tried to shake the feelings out of your head. “Get a grip Y/N. You’re being crazy.” You scolded yourself before showering. You hurried despite Spencer’s insistence and quickly made your way out of the shower to dry yourself off. You applied lotion to your ink-covered skin and slipped on your shorts and t-shirt before drying your hair as fast as you could and making your way out of the bathroom. You dropped your folded clothes on top of your bag, alerting Spencer that you were done.

“That was fast, you really didn’t have to-” his words died in his throat as he looked up from the file in his lap and caught sight of your legs, covered in the intricate artwork that stretched across the skin. You tried to ignore his watchful gaze. “It’s no problem! I wanted to save you some hot water.” He thanked you quietly and made his way to the bathroom hurriedly, trying not to look at you again. You tried to fall asleep but you couldn’t get him out of your head. A few more minutes passed and he made his way over to his bed, trying to will the awkward tension out of the room. You both eventually managed to fall asleep without speaking another word.

The tension continued to grow over the next few months and the rest of the team were getting sick of watching you two dance around each other. You both denied any advances, shot down the chance to go out on any of the numerous blind dates members of the team offered to set up, and chose instead to trade glances across the bullpen and divulge your personal lives over breakroom lunches. Eventually, they made plans for a team outing and convinced you both to attend. Penelope made reservations at a nice restaurant, announcing that everyone just had to try their food. That night however, you showed up to Spencer waiting awkwardly at a table for two in the back corner with a sour face. “Where’s the rest of the team?” You asked him, taking the seat across from him. “Apparently they’ve all had to cancel. Luckily, the reservation was for two.” His eyes narrowed in suspicion and you made a mental note to scold Garcia. “Well, since we’re here I’m happy to eat. I’m starving.” Spencer’s eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly, agreeing with you.  After an evening of great food and better wine, the rest was history, and you found yourself thanking Garcia the next day instead. You and Spencer had been dating for just over two years now, though he’d be able to count it down to the second you’d showed up looking angelic at the restaurant that night. You both complimented each other perfectly and you had a relationship stronger than either of you could have dreamed of.

“Hello?? Y/N are you even listening to me?” JJ’s words and nudge against your shoulder brought you back to present day and you snapped your eyes back to her face. “Yes! Sorry JJ I was just thinking… Anyways, we’ve talked about it before. He loves all of mine, and he’s talked about getting one. He’s just afraid of the pain, and too indecisive to choose what he wants.” You blushed softly as you thought about the many nights spent in your shared bed, Spencer tracing the black lines with his fingertips. He adored them and thought they made you especially unique, not to mention he found them extremely sexy. He favored the black sun on your ribcage, shaded to perfection. Even when you were clothed he would run his hand along the fabric that covered the piece.

“Well still, if you do happen to win, I can’t imagine he’ll go along with it.” You smirked and shook your head. “We’ll see about that JJ.” You both sat at your desks, and began to work through your piles of paperwork. You were thankful there was no case that needed your immediate attention, but paperwork always made you feel like a nap by the time lunch came around. You pushed yourself away from your desk, and stood to find yourself nearly chest to chest with your boyfriend who had stood at the same time. “Oh, sorry Spence. I just need coffee.” You maneuvered your way around him, missing the way he would usually grab your hips to aid you. He followed you to the break room and you poured him a cup as well leaving plenty of room for sugar. Instead of handing it to him with a quick peck on the cheek however, you left it on the counter to be picked up. “You really think you can go a week without touching me?” You heard his voice from the doorway. “It’s already been 3 days.” You said uninterestedly with a shrug, and he eyed you suspiciously. “Okay fine, no. I just think I can go longer than you can.” You finally admitted, smirking back at him.

He grabbed the mug from the counter, adding several teaspoons of sugar before taking a sip. “We’ll see about that. You’re the one that’s always curling yourself around me.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh yeah, like you hate it. You’re the one that’s always rubbing my back and holding my hand under tables. Even when we’re on the metro home you’ve got your hand in mine.” He narrowed his eyes at you and stuck his tongue out, making you chuckle. “Very mature Dr. Reid. I can’t wait to win.” He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by Luke who stuck his head in to alert you both of the new case you’d be working. You let out a long sigh. “So much for paperwork.” The three of you made your way to the round table and sat, Spencer curling his hand into a fist to keep himself from subconsciously reaching over to place his hand on your leg.

“So, we are assisting in a local case this time, with Washington state PD about a string of murders in the homeless community. However, there’s been hefty construction in their field office so they will be joining us here.” Penelope quickly took the lead after Emily’s announcement and filled you all in about the details. She ran through the few details the local PD managed to uncover on their own and the team had only managed a few minutes of brainstorming when a group of police officers made their way through the glass doors of the BAU. There were only a handful of officers which surprised all of you, and Emily led the rest of you out of the conference room, beelining her way to the chief. “Hello, Landon. It’s nice to see you again.” She shook his hand briefly. “Likewise Emily, though I wish it was under different circumstances.” “As do I. I’m sorry for the miscommunication, I was under the impression that your entire force would be joining us. Is that not the case?” The chief, Landon Bridges you now knew him as, shook his head. “We knew you had a pretty tight space and we have a lot of members. I brought a few people from each department and figured it’d be easiest to fill everyone else in periodically. We didn’t want to overflow your space and leave no room to work.” Emily nodded and rested her hand on his shoulder. “I appreciate the thought, thank you. This is the rest of my team. SSAs Jennifer Jareau, Luke Alves, Matt Simmons, David Rossi, Y/N Y/L/N, Drs Spencer Reid and Tara Lewis, and our technical analyst Penelope Garcia.” You all gestured as Emily quickly introduced you, and a short time later you were all acquainted and working throughout the bullpen. You and Spencer were just beginning to start the geographical profile when one of the Washington police officers, Kline, made his way over to you. “Pardon me agents, do you need any help?” You looked up from your section of the grid lines and smiled at him which he returned brightly, but before you could answer, Spencer dismissed him. Kline’s face fell slightly but he nodded and made his way over to where Tara and Luke were reviewing the last known areas of the victims.

You turned and stared at Spencer in disbelief. He looked up after a few seconds, feeling your eyes burning a hole through the top of his head. “Yes?” You glared at him harder, before railing into him in a hushed tone “Don’t ‘yes?’ me. That was insanely rude. They’re here to help us! Quit acting all high and mighty.” He stared back at you and you saw the stubbornness light up his eyes. “Why should I? We could solve this case twice as fast without them getting in the way.” He knew he was talking too loud, and was more than aware of Kline who was staring at his back with  a sour look resting on his face. “Spencer! I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to fix it. You’re being an ass.” He rolled his eyes and you both let out a sigh before looking back down at the maps covering the desktop beneath you.

A few hours passed before you and Spencer finished the geographical profile, and you gestured Kline over to ask him a few questions about the area you’d narrowed down. Spencer noticed he had made his way to your side and bit his lip to keep himself silent. “Officer Kline, can you tell me anything about this area of the block? It seems like a lot of our victims were last seen in this area.” He eyed the map where red ink stained the paper and pondered for a few seconds. “Well, there’s not much out there really. A few older shops and some construction to the east” he gestured to the empty spot of land on the map “but nothing of real interest. We don’t usually get calls for the homeless population over here either. There’s not really much shelter so they don’t usually go towards this way” Your brow furrowed and you nodded, thanking him but before he could get another word in Spencer piped up. “Kline, if the homeless population doesn’t “Go that way” he mocked the officer in front of you, and Kline tensed up in response “then why are they all disappearing from the area? Does that make sense to you?”

Kline struggled to respond and you glared at Spencer before assuring Kline there was no need for him to pay Spencer any mind, excusing his behavior with a rambling about late nights and too little coffee. Kline walked away and you stared Spencer down for several seconds before making your way towards the main group to deliver the geographic profile, leaving Spencer to sulk. You continued to avoid Spencer until you were sent out to investigate the block you sectioned off with Emily and JJ. You opted to drive which left Spencer in the passenger seat, fuming at your silent treatment and JJ and Emily trying to fight the tension in the SUV to no avail.

You parked the SUV a few blocks away and the four of you walked the rest of the way to avoid raising too much suspicion. You were standing in the center of the unsubs hot zone when you noticed a line of people clustered in front of one of the more rundown buildings. The building had wide front windows that had been taped over with brown paper, as well as the glass doors. You and Spencer approached the group warily, trying to get closer to see the poorly written signs on the door.

“DISCOUNT MEAT - PRE-COOKED”

“12pm-12am”

You gestured Emily and JJ over and the four of you quickly aimed to disperse the crowd much to their displeasure. After several minutes of arguing and multiple badge flashes you managed to succeed and stood outside the door ready to investigate once the owner opened his doors. Fifteen minutes had passed without any sign of movement from the inside and Spencer began to shift anxiously, causing you to do the same. A few more seconds passed and you heard the locks on the door click, reaching your hand around to rest on your holster automatically. As soon as the door opened, Emily pushed through holding her badge and announcing the reason for your investigation.

The shop owner immediately demanded you leave and not return unless you had a warrant. “Actually, because this is no longer a registered business it becomes property of the town and therefore is subject to any kind of local or national investigation under Property law 14, sections 3a-3f go more in depth about the issue if you feel the need to verify.” Spencer explained the situation while sifting through the counter drawers, leaving the man to sit in silent rage while Emily and JJ questioned him. You bent over to fiddle with a padlock on a hollowed bench seat on the far wall and pulled one of the pins out of your hair to pick it. A few seconds of tampering later, the lock gave way with a satisfying click and you pulled the bench open. A rancid smell hit your nose and stomach before you could process what you were seeing. Body parts were wrapped in butcher's paper and poorly taped, and you fought to keep your breakfast down as you slammed the bench shut. Emily then stood the man up and cuffed him, while reciting the miranda rights. JJ followed her out and you followed her quickly, trying and failing to erase the memory from your mind.

Back at the office, the rest of the team and several of the officers had already begun processing the unsubs case and there was little left to be done by the time you returned. You filled out your files and quickly wrote out your account of the incident before heading to the breakroom for a cup of coffee. You pulled your mug down from the shelf and pressed your favorite individual pod into the machine and pressed the button to let it run. You were digging in the fridge for your creamer when a deep voice startled you

“Little late for coffee isn’t it?” You turned swiftly to find Kline standing in the doorway and you let out a small sigh. “When you work like we do, it’s never too late for coffee” You smiled and made your cup to your taste, taking a long sip. You expected Kline to just grab what he wanted and leave, but instead he continued to make awkward conversation despite you going so far as to begin scrolling through your phone. “So, that Spencer guy is really a piece of work huh?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and instead remained focused on your screen, telling yourself that he just didn’t get the chance to see the good side of Spencer like everyone else there had. “He’s really not a bad guy, he’s just had a long day. We all have.” Kline nodded but moved closer to you, so close that you could smell his headache-inducing cologne. “I’m just saying, if I had the opportunity to work with you every day, I wouldn’t waste my time arguing with you. I’d treat you right.”

You shifted uncomfortably, praying he would pick up on your uneasiness and back off but instead he moved to corner you against the counter. You tried to excuse yourself but your voice caught in your throat.

“Kline, I really overestimated you. I figured even a man as dimwitted as yourself would be able to tell when a woman isn’t interested but here we are.” Your head snapped up towards the doorway where Spencer was standing. Kline turned around and prepared himself to tell your boyfriend off when he froze. Spencer had the look in his eye that sent chills down your spine and made it very aware to Kline that there was no use fighting. He quickly left the room and you and Spencer held eye contact for several seconds before he spoke again “Meet me in the storage room at the end of the hall in 2 minutes.” His voice made your legs feel weak and you nodded, dumping the contents of your mug down the drain, keeping your pace in check as you slipped into the hallway.

You had barely unlatched the door when Spencer pushed it the rest of the way open and you felt yourself being dragged into the dimly lit space. You barely had time to let out a surprised squeak when you felt his lips against your throat, turning your noise into one of pleasure. His kisses quickly turned sharp, applying the expertly rehearsed amount of pressure to avoid marks but to still send shockwaves of heat to your core. “Spence” his name left your lips in a whine while he busied himself unbuttoning your blouse. “Spencer, you just lost the bet.” You felt a smirk grow across your face that disappeared as he hiked your skirt up to your hips while rubbing your clit through your panties. “Fuck the bet, Y/N. I’m sick of seeing you walk around here clueless. You know I’ve been all over Kline’s ass, little girl?” His voice dropped lower and he lifted you up to push you against the wall. “It’s because he couldn’t stop looking at yours.” You let out a moan as he pushed your panties to the side, slipping two of his fingers into you.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet. Did me getting all protective of you turn you on? You like making daddy jealous?” You shook your head as well as you could manage, trying to keep your volume in check. “Answer me pet, or you’re not gonna get daddy’s cock in you like I know you’re desperate for.” You whimpered at his words  “No! I-I wasn’t trying to make you jealous daddy I swear!” You stuttered as he began to spread you further with his fingers. He smiled against the exposed skin of your chest before removing his fingers. “That’s my good girl. You ready for daddy?” You nodded as he fiddled with his belt buckle, moaning in anticipation as he released his cock from his slacks. You bit your lip as he ran the tip over your folds, sucking in a harsh breath as he pushed himself deep inside you. He let you adjust for a moment while he sucked at your neck again. “Daddy, please move. Please, I need you.” He let his hips move, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming you forward into the wall again. You let out a moan as he thrusted in and out of you. You felt like your skin was on fire, the lack of touch over the past days made everything more intense.

A few more minutes passed and you felt yourself growing dangerously close to the edge. “Spence I’m gonna cum” you felt his pace grow even more rapid and he circled your clit with his thumb. “I’m gonna cum inside you angel. I’m gonna fill you up with my kid. You want that huh? Want everyone to know that you belong to me, don’t you?” You moaned at his words “God yes, please daddy. Please cum inside me!” You felt his hips stutter under you and a familiar warmth as you finally climaxed. Your toes curled and your head fell back against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

“God Y/N that was amazing.” You let out a soft whimper as he pulled out of you and lowered you back down to your feet. He kissed you, pulling you closer than before. “I love you Spencer. Only you.” He touched the tip of his nose to yours and returned your words, while you both caught your breath. A few minutes later you both exited the closet, and tried to smoothly make your way back to your desks. Washington PD had finished the bureau required paperwork and had already left so things were much quieter.

You had just sat down when JJ looked up from her computer. “So Spence, whatcha gonna get?” His head snapped up and your cheeks flushed. “Wh-What?” he managed to stutter out. “From the diner? Garcia said she would run out and get dinner.” You both let out simultaneous sighs of relief and told her what you wanted, settling in for a long night.

The next weekend you had free, you found yourselves in one of your favorite spots. The low pitched buzzing added to Spencer’s anxiety as he tried to divert his focus to the bright neon signs. You held his hand, stroking it with your thumb as you waited for your tattoo artist and best friend, Vannessa, to finish Spencer’s design. You tried to distract him but before long she called you back to the table and you heard his breathing quicken. You helped him get settled on the table while Vannessa applied the stencil. She adjusted it until Spencer and you both approved and then she started. Spencer tightened his grip on your hand as she traced the lines while you murmured words of encouragement in his ear. Half an hour later, she was running Spencer through the after care process while wrapping his forearm up. You paid her and made your way out of the shop after thanking her.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, you watched as Spencer carefully maneuvered his way into the car, fastening his seatbelt and resting his arm against the door. The streetlight shining through his window highlighted his forearm perfectly, revealing the perfectly mimicked shape of a shaded black sun.

[stardust948]

Hi, I hope you're doing well. This is the anon who asked for the language barrier prompt. It was so cute! Would you mind writing a sequel to that? With Katara and Zuko aged up to teens/young adults? Thank you!

Zuko shifted from side to side as the guide drone on. Although he was excited to finally go to Ba Sing Se University, he hated orientation. It was long and boring filled with a bunch of people with forced smiles. Zuko already knew his way around campus. He did plenty of research before applying. This whole process was a waste of time. Zuko sighed for the millionth time, wanting nothing but this all-day tour to end.

“Time to split up into pairs.” the guide announced brightly. “Maybe you’ll meet your new lifelong friend! Or even your future spouse!”  

‘Yeah right.’ Zuko thought bitterly.

He was about to sneak off when a girl beside him introduced herself.

“Hi my name is Katara. Guess we’re partners.”

She had a thick Water tongue accent but Zuko could still understand her. He mulled over the name. It sounded so familiar.

“Yeah. I’m Zuko.”

Something he couldn’t quite place crossed her face.

“Have I met you before? I feel like I have.”

“Me too. Weird right?”

“Maybe we knew each other in a past life.” Katara let out a light laugh then muttered in Water Tongue. “I think I’d remember someone this hot though.”

Zuko’s stomach futtered.

“I think I’d remember someone as beautiful as you too.” He returned in Water Tongue.

Katara let out an embarrassed yelp as Zuko laughed.

“Tui and La…” Katara covered her face to hide her flush. “I’m never going to live this down.”

Zuko laughed again though he felt a little guilty for embarrassing her.

“You wanna get out of here?”

Katara flashed him a playful smile. "Absolutely."

When the guide wasn’t looking, the two sneaked away from the group. They wandered campus, talking like they were old friends.

“What made you decide to learn Water Tongue?” Katara asked.

The Water Tribes and Fire Nation had bad blood throughout history. Despite being in a time of peace, there was still tension lingering. Most did not bother to learn the native language of the other, opting to communicate in the common language instead.  

“It’s kind of a long story.” Zuko rubbed his head but smiled fondly at the memory. “When I was little, I used to sneak away from my aunts’ vacation home to play on the beach alone. One day I met a girl from the Water Tribes and spent the whole day playing with her. We couldn’t understand each other but it was one of the best days of my life. I decided to learn Water Tongue afterwards.”

Katara gasped. “That’s where I know you!”

“What?”

“The beach was by Sunrise Hotel right? We played catch with your red and white beach ball and built a sandcastle but it got washed away so we built another one.”

Zuko’s eyes widened. “It is you!”

They hugged and laughed. What were the odds they’d meet again? Was it fate or destiny? Zuko had no idea neither did he care. One thing he was sure of was he was not going to lose Katara again.  

~*~

Thanks for the ask! I'm glad you enjoyed the first prompt 😊

First part