#woman with an axe… woman with muscles…….. I love her

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Rules - A Joel Miller Drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader Rating: E. Smut is backkkkk baby. Fingering, unprotected p in v, the usual. Word Count: 2829 a/n: Someone destroy the USB before episode 6 premieres or I fear I actually won't make it past next Sunday. Anyway, here's some smut!

“So what’s he like?” you ask, trying your best to sound nonchalant. “You know, when he isn’t being an asshole?” 

Maria follows your line of sight, right to where your gaze is fixed on the two men across the street, chopping up the tree they’d spent the afternoon taking down. “Joel?” she asks, and you know she’s looking at you now, but you don’t acknowledge it, keeping your focus on the flowers you’ve been planting in your front yard. 

You only hum in confirmation. 

“He’s pretty closed off,” she sighs, “but I can’t say that I’d expect anything else. He’s been through it according to Tommy.” 

“We’ve all been through it,” you fire back, perhaps with a bit more venom in your voice than you want. You let out a breath to calm yourself, “I mean, it’s just…he’s…not a bad neighbor so I was just wondering.” 

The woman at your side smiles, letting out a soft laugh as she plants another bulb in the soil. “You should go talk to him,” Maria comments, a suggestion that finally has you staring at her like a deer in the headlights. 

“Why the fuck would I…” 

She raises her eyebrows in question, effectively stopping you. “You know as well as I do how…” she trails off, contemplating her words, “...unwelcoming people in this town can be sometimes.” 

“I know, but…” 

“But what?” she cuts you off again, “you can’t talk to him because of your dumb rule?” 

“It’s not a dumb rule,” you counter, shoving a plant into the ground with a bit more force than necessary. “I think it’s rather smart, actually.” 

Maria laughs again, loud enough this time that it causes Tommy to pause and look in his wife’s direction. There’s love there, in the way he looks at her, the same kind of love that you swore off a long time ago. The kind of love that was scary enough to think about without the outbreak and the constant threat of loss. It’s why you made an oath to yourself to avoid men years ago, a rule that had been easy to follow since a relationship of any kind hadn’t really even crossed your mind until you found a relatively normal life in Jackson.

Or until Joel Miller moved in across the street. 

You’re prepared to argue, conscious of the way your friend stops what she’s doing to turn in your direction, but her voice is soft when she continues. “Do you want my honest opinion?” 

You let out another sigh, already well aware of what she’s going to say, but you nod anyway. 

“You, my friend, need to get laid.” 

As if he can hear your conversation, Joel chooses that moment to slice through a piece of wood with near perfect accuracy, a loud crack sounding from across the street. It’s enough to make you jump, eyes darting back to him, and this time they meet his, both of you freezing. 

Maria chuckles from beside you, already turned back to her work. “I’m just saying you should think about it. He's a good guy, you know,” she continues, as though she needs to add more fuel to the fire. “Tommy wouldn’t have let him in if he wasn’t, blood relation or not.” 

Your eyes are still locked on the man in question, who seemingly forced himself to move on to another thick cut of wood, ax swinging through the air. There’s little you can do to argue with her, though, on either point. Joel’s given you no reason to believe that he isn’t someone you can trust, no matter how quiet or unsocial he might seem, and you can’t deny the dull ache that lingers when you watch the way his muscles move beneath his black t-shirt. 

“Just think about it, okay?” Maria comments again, right before the two of you fall quiet with only the occasional echo of splitting wood filling the silence. 

You know he’s home. 

The light is on in the kitchen, with the soft glow leaking into the living room. Ellie is out somewhere, you know that too, because you saw her leave earlier. 

Not that you’ve been watching or thinking in the slightest about what Maria had said. 

After all, you have a rule, and that rule has a purpose. There’s enough of an opportunity to be hurt in your world without adding a relationship, or even just sex, to the mix, and after all, you’ve been fine this long without someone in your bed, much less him. 

But you also can’t help the way your mind wanders back to that afternoon. To the way you could see the faint sheen of sweat on his brow from across the street. To the sound of his grunt with each swing of the ax. To the way each move he made somehow seemed to make you more desperate for something you've denied yourself for far too long.

Maybe Maria was right. Maybe you do just need to get laid, and maybe this is the perfect opportunity. Joel hasn’t seemed like someone on the hunt for a relationship either, even as women flock to him at The Tipsy Bison. Not that you’ve noticed. 

As you try to pry your eyes away from where they’re locked on his living room window, you see him. He’s changed into a different t-shirt, this one white, and his hair is slicked back from the shower he must’ve taken once he’d finished outside. For a brief moment you wonder if he’s going to go to bed, but then he sits on the couch.

And in the next second, you’ve left yours. 

The walk across the street and up the steps of his porch has your heart beating like you’ve just run a marathon, and you will its pace to slow as you stand in front of his door. You tell yourself you should turn back, follow your rule, go home, and you’ve just about convinced yourself when the door swings open. 

Joel looks understandably surprised to find you in front of him, a guitar in his hand as he stares at you the same way you’re staring back.

“Hi, Joel,” you manage to get out, wringing your hands at your sides. “I was just…Maria said that I should…”

“Maria?” he asks, cutting you off with a gruff voice. 

“Yeah,” you continue, “Maria said that I should come and just, I don’t know, say hello? Welcome you to Jackson?” 

“I’ve been here five months and…” Joel trails off before letting out a huff, one hand running through his curls, which you can now confirm are still damp. He sets down the guitar before continuing, “Tommy told me that I should come over to your house and introduce myself. Get to know people.” 

It takes you aback, and suddenly everything seems to click into place. Maria’s insistence that you plant flowers today, the same day that Tommy happened to insist on taking down the tree in Joel’s front yard. The way she’d been so quick to suggest that you check in on Joel, and the way she met Tommy’s gaze from across the street. An interaction you’d initially read as a simple exchange between two lovers suddenly more clear. 

They’d set you up. 

“I can’t believe them,” you laugh, hands slapping against your thighs as you pace back and forth slightly. “See, this, this is why I don’t do this. Why I have a rule.” 

Joel’s quiet, but the look on his face reads as confused when you finally stop rambling. “What rule?”

You let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand down across your face. “I don’t date. I don’t…get involved with people. I don’t do this,” you explain, your hand swinging back and forth between the two of you as though that will somehow make it all clear. 

It doesn’t. 

“And just what is it that you think this is?” he asks, his hand mirroring your own, "because last I checked I wasn’t necessarily interested either.” 

“Who said I was interested?” 

“You’re here, aren’t you?” he challenges, accompanying his words with a step toward you. “Why?” 

Your breath hitches. “Maria said…” 

Joel shakes his head. “Yeah, and Tommy said the same thing to me. Said that you’ve always been a bit of a loner, that you don’t date, but maybe if I just walked across the street and knocked on your door I’d find something I haven’t thought was possible in the last…” 

He stops, then, cutting himself off as he looks down at you, something shifting, and then he’s turned away, stepping into the living room and leaving you with your thoughts. 

It’s enough to keep you quiet for a moment, your attention focused on his footsteps as they trail back and forth in front of the couch. “I’ve seen you,” you continue eventually, stepping into his house, your voice soft, “with the women.” When he doesn’t respond, you continue as though you need to elaborate further, “at the Bison.” 

“I know damn well where you’ve seen me,” he retorts, swinging around to face you. “And I know you’ve also seen me turn every one of them down.” 

“Why is that?” you can’t help yourself from asking, the words out of your mouth before you can stop them.

Joel crosses the room again to stand right in front of you, closer than before. 

“Because I have rules, too.” 

You don’t stop to consider your next move. In fact, you’re barely conscious of what it is you’re even doing until after your lips are already on his, hands woven into his hair as he cups the back of your head, holding you firmly against him. It’s only when his tongue trails along your lower lip, seeking entrance, that you pull back forcefully. 

“Fuck, wait,” you breathe out, desperately trying to put some space between you in a half-assed attempt at reminding yourself that this is the absolute last thing you should be doing right now. 

He doesn’t push you. He just stands there, staring, breathing just as heavily as you are as you both try to figure out what you’re supposed to do next. What you’ll allow yourself to do next. 

But your body chooses for you. 

The next thing you know, you’re on the couch, trapped between his body and the back of the sofa. His lips never leave yours, devouring you like a man dying of thirst as his hand trails lower. You don’t stop him when his fingers tease the edge of your jeans, and you definitely don’t stop him when they slip beneath the waistline, hot against your skin. 

“How long?” he asks when he lets you come up for air, his lips still marking a path along your jaw. 

“What?” you ask, too focused on the way you’re already arching against him when his fingers find your core to fully comprehend what he’s asking. 

It’s with a breath hot against your neck that he explains, “since someone touched you like this. How long?” 

At first you can’t tell if your lack of response is because of the way he’s moved onto circling your clit or the sudden realization that you’re about to tell Joel Miller that you haven’t been properly fucked in twenty years, but every thought leaves your mind when he pulls back. 

“What the fuck, Joel?” 

“Tell me,” he insists, teeth grazing your collarbone and nipping at the skin there as his fingers trace against your stomach. “How long has it been?” 

“Outbreak Day,” you murmur, hopeful that your response will have him resuming the motion between your legs. Instead, he stops entirely. 

“Outbreak Day? God, baby, no wonder you’re so fucking wet.” 

A groan leaves your lips a moment later when he resumes his mission to make you come on his couch, fingers swirling around your clit as he returns his lips to yours. You battle against one another, your hands roaming across any part of him that you can reach, until you’re left motionless by his fingers teasing your entrance. 

He slips two in easily, your body going rigid as he holds you steady. “Easy now, not yet, baby," he murmurs, letting you adjust. When he starts to move, it’s slow, a steady pace that allows him to learn what each sound that falls from your lips means. The way you whimper when he curls his fingers just right, the catch in your breath when you’re close, and the groan that escapes when he stops, leaving you teetering on the edge of bliss. 

“I fucking swear,” you breath out as he laughs against your neck. “This is why I don’t do this. Easier to just take care of…” you trail off, words lost as he adds a third finger to the mix, pace suddenly faster than before. His lips are hot against your ear as his thumb finds its home against your clit.  “You sure about that?” he whispers just as he finally lets you tip over the edge, your hand tightening against his bicep as he guides you through it, only pulling back when you’re pushing him away, overstimulated.

The world is still a bit black around the edges when you hear the clink of his belt and the pull of fabric, and you’re barely aware of the way you tear at your shirt and push at your own jeans, frantic to rid yourself of them. The haze lingers when he settles between your legs, looking down at you, and the world only clears when you realize he’s staring.

“What?” you ask, voice soft and a bit rough from the strain he’s already put on you tonight. You look down to where his cock hangs heavy and hard between you, and you know now that he does want this just as much as you do. 

“You sure? Because we don’t have to…this doesn’t…” he fumbles over his words, “this doesn’t have to mean anything.” 

You’d had your fair share of one-night stands before the outbreak, and maybe it was the fact that the world you lived in now was very different from the one you lived in then, but you wonder if he can feel it too. The sense that that isn’t what this is. 

That somewhere between his front porch and his couch, both of your rules had been broken, and that neither of you are really sure what to do about it.

Instead, you guide him closer, your hand reaching for his length so you can guide it to your entrance, letting your actions answer his question instead. When he slips inside, it’s in a singular motion, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head. His eyes are shut tightly, enough to make you wonder how long it’s been for him, but then he continues with a precise snap of his hips. 

You thought you remembered how it felt, how this would feel, even after all this time. But as he fucks you into the cushions you start to wonder if you do, because this feels like something else entirely, something you can’t quite explain. 

Joel is grunting against your neck, lips buried into the skin he finds there as each shift of his hips hike yours further up the couch. Your shoulders, and then your back, catch on the arm of the sofa, and you hold on, one arm wrapped around to claw against his back and the other desperately holding to the fabric. You can tell he’s barely hanging on by the way his thrusts grow more erratic. 

“Joel, it’s okay, you can…” 

“You first,” he insists, reaching between you to thumb at your clit again. It’s enough, pleasure sparking in your veins until it settles and you’re clenching around him, just for a moment before he pulls out. You whine at the loss, but he’s quick to replace his cock with his fingers, working you through your orgasm as he wraps his other hand around his length. 

He spills against your stomach seconds later. 

The room is left with just the sound of your heavy breath when you both come down from the high, his fingers slipping once more from your heat as he stands, retrieving his t-shirt from where he’d thrown it to the floor. With a gentle touch, he wipes it across your stomach, cleaning his spend from your skin. 

When he's finished, you start to move. “I should…”

“Stay,” Joel surprises you by saying, and you swear you catch a hint of a smile on his face as he runs his thumb over your lower lip. "You should stay."

Something in the back of your mind triggers an old alarm bell that sounds the warning that this isn't what you do. You don't get involved. You don't do this.

But as he offers his hand to help you stand, gathering your discarded clothes before he leads you to his bed, you wonder if, perhaps, rules are made to be broken.

[deadbaguette]

As a fellow lesbian may I ask for buff women? Maybe one of the Spartan princesses? Or Penthesilea if you have a design for her?

FELLOW BUFF WOMEN ENJOYER I SEE YOU I HEAR YOU ANON!! Giving Clytemnestra muscles is my favourite thing to do❤️ and if I had the creative juices right now I would have absolutely made a Penthesilea design because I love the daughters of Ares😭🙏

If Agamemnon doesn’t want her.. I would gladly take his place 🤭

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ꫂৎ𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒/𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐗 𝐖𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Genre: headcannons

info!☆ Wynorrific, the word of being visually beautiful.. but being horrific at the same times. But reader is a monster in human form, trying to mimick humans for their/her own amusement. Reader goes by they/she & them/her. Sorry if it’s gets confusing.

☆warning: disturbing descriptions & headcannons, the family ignoring how reader is a red flag, a little of crack into this. You have been warned, viewer discretion.

having man eating fem monster into the family.. is crazy. But that’s just the bat-family who can’t help but obsess over this monster who loves to tear into the flesh of humans. The sweet relief of hearing screams gives her them pleasure. Them taking the pleasure of a beautiful woman, but being an abomination to man kind. But Bruce doesn’t care, as long as they make his sons happy.

reader could eating a person’s body, destroying any features that could make them recognizable, and they’ll be like. “Awww they’re hungry…”

don’t give them an axe, she will tear someone’s head open like a busted can.

Once a low level crook accidentally harmed Jason, and they went livid, immediately tackling the crook down and tearing their neck muscle out. Jason could only chuckle in his red hood outfit, “She’s so protective…” while he shoots a guy down without looking.

reader being the type of person to not care for anyone but themself but is literally loved for no reason. That’s the whole thing with the family.

Damian who’s such a little shit, he literally doesn’t know how to approach such a man eater like them… so he brought a dead body to them. What? Can’t a guy make friends with some random monster on earth?

Reader enjoyed the body anyways, he had gained her blessing to not be killed in his sleep.

tim having to get a improved child leash for her. It’s funny, I swear. But it’s so scary.

“Calm down!” He exclaimed trying to hold the monster from tearing into a minion of a villain. The minion sobbed in terror at this.. shadowed face woman that has rows of sharp teeth. Ready to bite into his head and chew his brain like gum.

“Sorry.. she usually isn’t like this.” Tim says with a chuckle as if this was very normal to him. He darkly look at the minion with a grin that doesn’t reach his face. “You must smell very good for her to want to eat you. Would be a shame if I let go of this leash if you don’t give me any information about your boss.

Chomping at the air with harsh gargling noises, it was a disgusting sound as tim just smiled still. “Better get to talking.” Tim loosens his grip a bit. “She’s hungry.”

reader doesn’t even speak, like they are nonverbal. Only making small clicking and crunching sounds from their body and their mouth. But if they were to mimic human language, then their traps to trap people will be lethal

I sometimes headcannon dick to be an officer/detective for a day job. Just imagine how it feels to have people rushing in about their loved ones that died being mauled by something.

oh no! Your husband’s been ripped apart, limb for limb and only his head was left? Well.. too bad. Wonder who could’ve been the culprit. And the culprit is certainly in their little cage, chewing on raw meat.

Damian can trust this abomination won’t eat his pets, because she has shown disinterest into even looking at them. Titus sniffs their feet before barking lightly at the monster. They could only tilt their head and pet the adorable dog.

reader who sticks by wolf in sheep’s clothing. Loving how her human face makes people forget the terrible things she’s done. The no killing rule? Bruce is minding his business, ignoring the crimes of her victims.

reader almost mauling Jason for pulling her back from chowing down on a carcass is something no one wants to see… or know. Cause Jason man handled the monster before their tendrils came out from their back and pinned him down. Thank god Bruce was there to sedate them.

this monster having the most disgusting true form, that even the most nonphased people may even gag and throw up. It’s unsettling….

reader had once used their high heels to stab a guy’s eye in when he tried to follow them. Only to end up missing.

she only uses her tendrils if she needs to apprehend her victims if they are being to hostile or annoying. But she uses them on Damian when he gets too clingy.

Jason mostly using reader for threatening tactics. And it works. WHO wouldn’t be scared of some crazy looking woman who actually shifts her whole body to look mangled and has insanely amount of teeth.

reader being the family’s secret, and if anyone found out and didn’t accept this. They’ll be your supper for later.

Jason who sees her likes for axes, so he bought her a nice pink axe with the sharpest blade of them all. Literally just gets her weapons for Christmas 24/7. Dick also gets her just white dresses, seeing how she likes them.

once showed up to a gala, dressed so nice and preppy, but so elegant at the same time. Sadly, eating someone’s fingers at the gala is not cute.. the monster was banned from galas and had to stay home in a cage til it was over.

Reader who is literally the queen of man eaters. Figuratively and literally. 

and before I go, reader hasn’t eaten the family due to loving the free human meat they get from them. They’re sick, sure. But they’re love sick to keep this monster with them.

[idkyetxoxo]

Cregan Stark - Everyday

Summary - Cregan Stark is the embodiment of power and untamed beauty, a man who commands attention. His wife finds herself utterly consumed by his presence, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her fierce husband. In his arms, restraint is not an option—only surrender.

Pairing - Cregan Stark x reader

Warnings - Sexual content (smut!!)

Word count - 2781

Masterlist for Cregan • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

Anytime I'm alone, I can't help thinking about you. All I want, all I need, honestly, it's just me and you.

My husband is nothing short of a force of nature—a man who commands attention with every step he takes. 

I count myself among the fortunate few, graced by a marriage that most maidens can only dream of. 

The stars had aligned for me, for I had found my match in a man of extraordinary strength and heart.

Cregan Stark—he was no mere man. He was a vision of raw power and untamed beauty. 

His presence alone could steal the breath from your lungs. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes that seemed to hold the weight of the world, he was everything I had ever desired and more. 

A fierce warrior, a devoted lord, and a husband who made my heart race with a single glance.

One morning, as I strolled lazily through the snow-dusted courtyard of Winterfell, I was interrupted by a sight that made my pulse quicken. 

There, in the far corner of the yard, was my husband—shirtless, a rarity in this bitter cold. 

I stopped dead in my tracks, mesmerized. His muscular frame glistened with beads of sweat, his movements powerful and controlled as he chopped wood with effortless precision.

I watched, captivated, my heart thudding in my chest. The sight of him, so commanding and yet so intimate in his labour, was nothing short of intoxicating. 

The snowflakes that fell around us seemed to pause, the whole world holding its breath as I admired the magnificent man before me.

Unable to tear my eyes away, I took a step forward, crossing my arms over my chest as I bit my lip, trying to reign in the desire that surged within me. 

"Dear husband?" I called, my voice barely above a whisper, a playful edge to it.

He paused mid-swing, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. A slow, confident smile spread across his face, the kind of smile that could melt stone. 

His broad chest expanded as he took a breath, his muscles flexing as he leaned casually on the massive axe he held, as if the task at hand were no challenge at all.

"Yes, my love?" he asked, his voice rich with warmth, the corners of his mouth still tugging upward.

I couldn't hide the way my eyes wandered, tracing the outline of his chest, the faint glisten of sweat on his skin, the strength in his arms that could easily break wood—or any obstacle that came between him and those he loved. 

"Why have you taken up such a task yourself?" I asked though I knew full well the answer was likely less about necessity and more about the sheer force of his will.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with one hand, still holding the axe in the other, and shrugged nonchalantly. 

"A mere distraction, my sweet," he replied with a gleam in his eye, effortlessly splitting a log in half, the wood yielding to his strength as if it were nothing more than kindling.

"A distraction?" I teased, unable to suppress the playful glint in my eyes. "Or an opportunity to look so... ravishing?" The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them, and I felt the heat of my own words burn in my cheeks.

His brows arched in that way of his, the one that told me he was intrigued—and perhaps a little pleased with my flattery. 

He tilted his head slightly, studying me with that same intensity that made me feel like the only woman in the world.

"Ah, you flatter me, my love," he said, his smile deepening as he set the axe down, clearly aware of the effect he had on me. 

And I, utterly lost in him, couldn't help but relish the feeling of being so completely captivated by the man I had married.

The evening had descended upon Winterfell, cloaking the castle in a deep, silvery night. A chill had taken hold of the air, but inside the great hall, the fire burned bright and warm. 

The room had been filled with lords and advisors, their voices heavy with matters of war and strategy. 

Yet, amid the debates and discussions, there was only one man who commanded the room without ever raising his voice: Cregan Stark.

My husband stood at the head of the table, the very embodiment of authority and strength. His posture was straight, his presence magnetic. 

Every lord, every noble in that room, hung on his every word. Cregan's dark eyes flickered with a sharpness that cut through the noise, and when he spoke, his voice was like the rumble of thunder—low, powerful, and impossible to ignore. 

He was the Lord of Winterfell, and every inch of him bore the weight of that title with ease. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty in his command. His power was undeniable.

I watched him from the far side of the room, mesmerized by how effortlessly he dominated the space, how easily he commanded respect. His every movement was deliberate, his every glance a reminder of the fire and resolve that burned within him. 

His presence radiated strength, and in that moment, I was overwhelmed by the sheer force of his masculinity. He was magnificent, fierce, ravishing, and yet entirely at ease with himself.

When the last of the lords had filed out of the room, their steps echoing off the stone walls, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from him. 

He stood still at the head of the table, his broad shoulders squared, his posture as proud and powerful as a wolf in the wild. 

The way he stood, so effortlessly commanding and unyielding, made my heart race.

As the heavy wooden doors creaked closed behind the last of the lords, I knew it was my moment. I crossed the room quickly, my footsteps light, almost hurried, as if I couldn't wait another moment. 

Reaching the door, I locked it with a soft click, my pulse quickening as I turned to face him.

Cregan was already looking at me, his brow slightly furrowed in a question. He hadn't moved from his spot, his gaze steady, but there was a flicker of curiosity in those dark eyes. 

His expression was unreadable as if he were waiting for me to make the next move.

I stood there for a heartbeat, the air between us thick with unspoken words. I could feel the heat of the fire on my back, but all I could see was him—my fierce, beautiful husband. 

He was still dressed in his dark furs, the black of his cloak flowing over his broad shoulders, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breath. 

He was the very image of strength, of power, and of a man who had conquered not just lands, but hearts—mine included.

I swallowed my voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. "Cregan..." His name fell from my lips like a prayer, as if it held all the reverence and awe I felt for him.

His lips curled into that familiar, knowing smile—the smile that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. The smile that made my heart skip a beat.

"You seem... eager, my love," he remarked, his deep voice low and almost teasing.

I couldn't help but laugh softly, but it was a sound filled with longing, a sound that came from somewhere deep within. I took a step toward him, my eyes never leaving his. 

"How could I not be?" I replied, my voice thick with desire, my chest tightening with the magnetic pull he always had over me. 

"After watching you command a room full of lords, so fierce and so...ravishing." I paused, the words tasting sweet on my tongue, and then added, "You are something else entirely, Cregan Stark."

He chuckled a low sound that reverberated through me, making my knees feel weak. His gaze softened just a fraction, though the power he exuded never wavered. 

"Is that so?" he asked, taking a slow step toward me, the power of his presence like a wave crashing over me.

My breath hitched in my chest as I felt the distance between us close. I could see the glint of amusement in his eyes, but there was something more—a deep, smouldering heat that burned just beneath the surface. 

He was just as affected by this moment as I was, even if he tried to hide it.

By the time he reached me, my knees felt like they might give way, and still, he hadn't touched me. I ached for it, for him.

I reached out, my fingers brushing the furs of his cloak, feeling the strength of him beneath my touch. 

"You've made me lose all sense of restraint," I whispered, my voice barely audible, yet laden with yearning. I took another step toward him, and now there was no space left between us. 

And then, there was no distance left—my body was pressed up against his, my skin alight with the feel of him. 

His heat seared through the layers between us, and I wanted to strip them all away, feel the raw intensity of him against me, inside me.

Cregan's eyes darkened, and for a moment, I could see the battle in him—between the man of duty and the man who was all mine. 

But before I could speak, before I could beg for more, he moved, his hand gently cupping my face as he leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. 

The kiss was slow, deliberate, and impossibly deep. It spoke of everything we'd kept buried, of the wild, untamed hunger that had been simmering between us all along.

In that moment, I knew. There was no resisting him. Not now, not ever. 

This man—this fierce, ravishing, untamable force of nature—had consumed me. He had captured my heart, my body, and my soul. 

And I would let him take it all.

"I need you," I murmured against his lips, already tearing away the layers of fabric between us, my hands shaking with the desperation that had been building all day. "I need you so bad."

His voice was a dark rasp when he finally responded, the words sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. "Well, my sweet, I'm in no position to deny you."

In one swift motion, he lifted me effortlessly, his strength making my breath catch in my throat. 

He laid me across the dark wood of the table behind us, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a possessiveness that made my pulse race. "Not now. Not ever."

"Good," I gasped, my chest rising and falling with every breath as he began to kiss his way down my body, his mouth leaving fire in its wake.

My hands roamed over his torso, seeking the hard, aching length of him. When I found it, I stroked him slowly, the sensation sending a soft moan from his lips that echoed in my very soul.

"Please," I whimpered, my voice trembling with need, my eyes never leaving his as I begged for more.

He nodded, his breath shallow, his expression a mixture of control and the primal need that mirrored my own. 

He positioned himself at my entrance, and the moment he entered me, I felt it—a flood of satisfaction, of relief, of pure, unadulterated pleasure that washed through every fibre of my being.

The rhythm he set was savage, the power of his thrusts unrelenting. Each movement was a slow burn of bliss, a relentless pleasure that stole my breath, that made me ache for more. 

The way he filled me, the way he moved in and out of me with such force, was nothing short of divine.

Loud moans tumbled from my lips as his hips slammed against mine, filling me completely before pulling out entirely, only to do it all over again. 

Each thrust, each pulse, was pure ecstasy. I felt as though I was floating, lost in the waves of sensation, consumed by him.

Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes, the pleasure so intense it threatened to overtake me. He saw them, his gaze softening just for a moment before he spoke, his voice low, rough with need.

"Am I hurting you, or can you take it like that, love?" His words were like fire, fanning the flames that already raged inside me.

I nodded quickly, unable to trust my voice, unable to do anything but surrender.

"Please," I finally managed, the word barely a whisper as I clung to him. "Don't stop."

And he didn't.

The world around me seemed to fade away as he continued to move inside me, each stroke sending shocks of pleasure through my entire body until everything blurred into one overwhelming, scorching sensation. 

My legs trembled beneath me, unable to keep steady, and I gripped the edge of the table for support, but there was no escape from him, from the power he wielded over me.

He was unrelenting, his thrusts precise, building me higher and higher, teasing me with the promise of something even more. 

Each time he withdrew, I felt a pang of longing, a desperate need to feel him deep inside me again, to be filled, consumed. But then he would return to me, faster, harder, taking me to places I didn't even know existed. 

My body was on fire, wracked with pleasure, each motion of his hips drawing me closer to the edge.

"Don't hold back, love," he whispered, his voice dark with desire, pulling me closer, his hand sliding between us to trace delicate circles over my swollen, aching clit. 

The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I couldn't hold back the desperate moan that escaped my lips.

"Please, please..." I whimpered, my mind lost in the haze of sensation, my body trembling violently.

"Let go, my sweet," he growled, his own breath ragged as he felt the change in me, as I began to unravel under his touch. "I've got you."

And then, just as I thought I might shatter into a million pieces, he pushed me over the edge. A wave of pure, unadulterated bliss crashed through me, my back arching violently as the pleasure consumed every inch of me. 

My body trembled uncontrollably, my legs spasming, my entire being lit up in a way I had never known.

I couldn't stop the cries that spilt from my lips as the climax ripped through me, leaving me breathless, every muscle in my body twitching as the world spun around me. 

His name fell from my mouth in a breathless whisper, my body shaking beneath his touch, consumed by a heat that left me utterly undone.

He didn't stop, didn't give me a moment to recover before he was right there with me again, pushing me further, making me feel things I could hardly comprehend. 

I was dizzy, disoriented, and yet he made me crave more, made me beg for everything he had to give.

When I finally came down from the dizzying high, my body still trembling, I felt like I couldn't stand. 

My legs were weak, shaking beneath me, and I knew there was no way I could move without him. His arms wrapped around me, lifting me gently, as if I were something fragile, something precious, and it only made me feel even more vulnerable, more exposed, more entirely his.

He held me as though I were the only thing that mattered, his touch softening, but the heat in his gaze never wavered. 

I was overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened, and in that moment, I was completely, utterly grateful. 

Grateful that someone like him—someone so beautifully, exquisitely perfect—was mine.

I leaned against him, unable to steady myself, my heart still racing. He kissed my forehead tenderly, his lips warm against my skin. 

"You are incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So beautiful."

I looked up at him, my chest full of wonder, and I felt a soft smile tug at my lips. I couldn't even find the words to express how I felt—how overwhelmingly, impossibly thankful I was for this. 

For him. That he, the man who had taken me to the heights of pleasure, who had made me feel more alive than I ever had before, was here with me.

"You're everything," I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of everything I couldn't say. 

And in that moment, I knew I would give him every part of me—my heart, my body, my soul—because he had already taken me beyond anything I could ever have dreamed of. 

And he wasn't stopping. Neither was I.

He giving me that good shit that make me not quit, that good shit. Oh, he give it to me, everyday, everyday, everyday.

A/n - This is lowkey feral but like the song—the concept—it's too perfect...the minute the idea formed in my head I basc dropped EVERYTHING to write this so yw xx

Cregan tag list - @veesuguru

[pricesprincess]

fem reader + oc kids + angst + ex! husband simon

You stood under the soft porch light that bathed you in a warm, soft, golden glow that highlighted the look of disappointment that graced your features. Simon was home, late, again, and your kids were already asleep in bed by the time he showed up to your house.

"Here to see the girls." His voice was sullen, void of any emotion.

It pained you to see the man you loved once upon a time like this. "They're sleeping. I can't do this with you, Simon, not tonight."

Your words were like a knife carving up his heart, shredding the muscle in ribbons that tangled over his ribcage, leaving a bloody mess that he could feel pulsing like a fresh wound, flesh ripped open and bones gleaming under the harsh light of his own actions.

Simon stepped forward, his hands itching to reach out, but he knew you would only slap his hands away. "Can I come see 'em tomorrow? I can take 'em to school." He asked, his throat bobbing.

"No. I can't stand the disappointment on their face because you don't show up, and when you do, you smell like beer. Stop wallowing and better yourself." You slipped back inside without another word, like a ghost, leaving him to stand there on the porch, empty and aching.

So, he did.

Every day Simon texted you about the girls, asking for updates, pictures, anything to show that he was serious, and the questions about your day were dangerous because they reminded you of the family you once had. Simon had become his nickname each time he came back, a ghost of the man you had married and knew.

The girls, Analise, seven, and Simone, five. Both are spitting images of their daddy with highlights of your physical features, but not many.

"This weekend is the Daddy and Daughter dance. Do you think Daddy will be here to pick me up?" Analise asked, her eyes a blend of trepidation and hopefulness that made your stomach heave.

She was young, too young to understand the heartbreak of having a missing father figure, and you tried to shield her from Simon's shadowy grave that seems to keep him rooted six feet under.

Your hand smoothed down her hair as you paused packing the lunch boxes. "How about we call him tonight and ask?" You suggested hoping that he would answer. Analise smiled and nodded, running off to her bedroom to finish getting ready for school.

Simone, who could never see her daddy in a bad light, sat at the table swinging her little legs. "I want to go to the dance!" she told you with a toothy grin as she colored in her favorite coloring book.

"I think he could take both of you; wouldn't that be fun?" You asked, not wanting to see the disappointment in their eyes when Simon didn't show up, and you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

But, honestly, you weren't sure if you could, not with his current track record.

After you dropped the girls off at school, you swung by his mechanic shop; the smell of oil and sounds of his employees shouting at each other, some hooting and hollering while the others stayed quiet.

"Mrs. Riley." A younger man named Sam greeted you at the front door that he opened for you. He was dressed in coveralls that he unzipped and tied the sleeves around his waist, and streaks of oil on his face.

"Sam. You know that's not my last name anymore. Where is Simon?" You asked him with a polite smile as you stepped inside the shop.

He kept his smile plastered on his face and gestured to the back office, watching as you walked away, your shoulders squared and head held high. This was for your girls sake, you reminded yourself.

Out of habit, you turned the doorknob and stepped into his office to be greeted with the scene of a woman pressed against him, her lips melded against his and her hands curled in the front of her shirt.

Your whole world tilted for a moment, and you stared, blinking for several seconds. He wasn't your husband anymore, but there was still a betrayal that hit you like an axe chopping wood. It was hot and immediate, the burning behind your eyes as you jerked the door shut.

With your head down now, you hurried through the shop, ignoring the calls of your name from the worried workers. Even when Simon called out for you, it all faded to nothing as you pushed the doors open and hurried for your car in an effort to gather your thoughts alone and get to work to think this whole thing over.

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

I liked how wholesome the ending of Dad’s friend Nat getting R pregnant 🥹. Should do a follow up where Nat and R run away together, maybe to somewhere in Russia

(Un)pleasant surprise pt.2

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fem!reader x dads!bestfriend!Nat

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: After telling your father about your pregnancy, things don’t go as planned, so your girlfriend steals you away

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pure fluff, teaser to smut

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

𝐀/𝐍: I normally don’t do part 2 but I just love these two so I couldn’t pass. (This was in my inbox for months now)

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

“Baby” you whined upon being woken up yet another time by your crying little one. “Don’t worry darling I’m already on it” Natasha mumbled slipping our of your shared king sized bed to take our new born into her arms. Seeing you and your daughter, Victoria, together made your heart melt. She hushed the little girl gently cradling her from side to side.

Rolled onto your back admiring the woman of your dreams in the gentle sun of the morning hours. “She’s perfect” Nat mumbled still in an awe of having a little her around. She couldn’t believe her luck in her age she already befriend the thought of never having an offspring herself. Her smile only got wider when the baby grew more tired again eventually falling asleep against her chest.

She settled down again next to you the head of your daughter still at your chest. “She looks just like you” She stated and you sat up again whispering to not wake Victoria up. “Oh please” you laughed “she’s only a couple of months old she just looks like a baby” Nat disagreed pulling you closer to her. “Absolutely not bunny, she might be small but she already has your eyes” She kissed your forehead and you asked yourself if you would ever grow tired of having her around.

If someone had told you a year ago that you’d find your peace in the middle of the woods in Russia, you would’ve thought someone had murdered and buried you there. But no you soon realised thar there was no better past time activity than to watch you toned girlfriend chop wood. Watching how her muscles flex when she sung the axe, watching her sweat in her wifebeater while you sat at the porch with a cup of tea in hands.

Officially you were reported missing in the states, after telling your father about your pregnancy he was furious. He tretend to beat Natasha up if she ever even thought about coming close to you ever again. He didn’t understand your love, he thought Natasha had pressured you into sleeping with her and it made you sick. She was the woman you loved, the mother of your first born baby, the person you loved the most. So when one day she approached you after a long day of arguing with your father you didn’t think twice before agreeing to leave it all behind with you.

“Don’t you have something to do or are you going to gawk the whole day at me” She asked in a teasing tone her hands sliding over the handle of the axe. “Mhm” you hum taking another sip of the mint tea in your hands “just cooking for tonight and that’s it. So I still have enough time to admire you” She chuckled at your response before going back to chopping the wood.

“Tastes delicious” Natasha hummed upon licking over the spoon she had previously dipped into the stew. “It’s not done yet” You huffed in a faked annoyance “but I can’t wait to taste it jus like I can’t wait to taste you” she grinned and got behind me kissing up my neck which forced a small whimper from my throat. “Nat the food is gonna burn” you warned her only to be silenced by her lips on yours.

“Let it” she mumbled against you sweet lips before pushing you up on the kitchen counter. How how you loved her.

:)

[sugoi-writes]

Can I be 🦇 anon? For some reason I’ve always been obsessed with the flexing part of an arm? I don’t know the technical term but I can’t see Demon Al doing this as much as his human counterpart would sooooooooo human Alastor with his sweetheart who has never EVER soon for him like woman usually do I mean he has ladies fainting LMAOA HOWEVER one day when he’s cutting idk wood or something she sees his arm flex she’s like a puddle I mean full fangirling giggling and screaming and he’s like huh??? Until he realizes and then boom from then on he’s flexing any time he can to pull a scream from her

🦇Anon? Love it! I'm a big fan of bats! This ask was too adorable. I just KNEW I could cook something up!

It does get a liiiiittle suggestive in parts, but otherwise stays perfectly appropriate! FEAST, my dearies!!!

"Love? The fire is going out! We'll need more firewood!" You call from inside. You make your way to the door, your top half hovering just outside as you searched for your darling beau. You've always enjoyed your time with him at his family's cabin, a piece of his inheritance that was used quite often. And, of course, it was highly appreciated by the both of you.

Your eyes dart about until you heard a distinct CHOP, eyes finding Alastor with his axe buried into an old tree stump. His smile widens when he sees you, wiping the sweat from his brow. You feel your pulse race, surprised to see his bare chest gleaming in the sunlight. The humid, thick air that permeated in the South could not be helped, and so, Alastor worked without a shirt on. Even with this simple and understandable notion, you found yourself fond of (and shocked by) the rare sight. You try to make your face pleasantly neutral and wave, trying to save face.

"No worries, dear. 'Already mending that problem!"

You chuckle, leaning fully into the door frame as Alastor positions a new log to cleave through. The Summer was good for one thing, you reasoned; seeing Alastor's chest, bared for only you to see, heaving steadily as he worked. Better yet, you could practically feel the gaze he gave back to you, his knowing smile making you beam every time you saw it. While you weren't like most others, not being overly doting or frivolous about his appearance, you still appreciated and treasured it deeply.

When Alastor returned to his work, your eyes fixated on his hands, then his arms. Indeed, you were very familiar with how powerful they were. They did wonders for and to you. But then: you see a flex. A jut and shift of his bicep has your mouth watering lecherously. As his grip relaxed on the axe, his body bending down to grab another log, you watched the muscles in his arm relax and re-fire. This set of motions repeated for a time, much to your enjoyment. As an extra treat, sometimes a vein in his neck would pop out at the same time his forearms and triceps strained, making your pupils bloom and shrink with hunger.

It was, without a doubt, an extremely alluring sight. Each time the axe raised over his head, your eyes followed, forcing you to stiffle a nervous chuckle. God, he was too beautiful for his own good. He was too strong for you to handle, and far too beautiful to be a called simple, minimalist man. His body was the work of a master craftsman, thank God.

As another piece of firewood was cut, you covered you mouth, stifling a squeal as he brought a towel to his forehead, huffing from his efforts. When he heard your little noises, he turned to you, his smile drooping slightly," Anything the matter, dear?" You were quick to shrink back, waving his concern off with a nervous laugh.

"Ha-ha, NO! No, I'm fine! Don't worry about me! I-I'll start working on dinner, okay?" Alastor doesn't seem convinced, squinting in your direction. His glasses were cast aside earlier, in fear they may fall off and become a victim of his labor," If you say so, dear. I'll be inside in a moment to help with the potatoes, mon cherie." You nod and turn to go inside, your face still boiling hot as you try to distract yourself. Your body starts to go through the motions, chopping veggies that were freshly harvested to use in your stew. You try to focus on the task at hand, your mind lingering on images of Alastor's physique. You had failed at your task stupendously. You felt no remorse!

You couldn't help but squirm at the mental images: veins and muscles shifting from physical effort. That devilishly handsome smile and toned body... it made your heart race! You wondered what his arms must've looked like when he was hovering above you... Your grip was tightening as you chopped the veggies faster, your safety disregarded. You giggle to yourself, eyes closing momentarily to focus on the pleasant thought of Alastor caging you with his muscular arms until--

"FUCK-- shit!"

No sooner did you wail was Alastor at the door, slamming it open," What happened??? What did--"

Alastor's eyes were wide, pupils shrunken to mere pinpricks as he took in your form. You held your bleeding finger, huffing.

"I-It's fine, it's fine! I'm fine!" You reassure, grabbing a handtowel to press to your wound. Alastor strode over to you, tongue clicking at your carelessness. As he went to put his axe down, your eyes caught his arms again, yelping as you turn away hastily. Your sudden movement left your partner clueless.

Alastor pauses again, a brow raising," My love, what's gotten into you? You've never been this careless before..."

You shuddered as Alastor came behind you, hands resting on the counter on either side of your hips," Are you sure you're quite alright?"

He leaned in to kiss your cheek, coaxing you into looking his way. You began yelping again, your mouth slamming shut as you tear your eyes away from his body. Alastor grumbles, slightly annoyed with your silence," Sweetheart, I can't help you if you don't use your words--"

One hand snatches you by the hip, spinning you quickly around while the other takes your wounded hand.

You eyes are blown wide, unable to make eye contact as they stare down at Alastor's arms," I-Im fine, really just-- just got lost in my thoughts! I promise!"

Between Al's proximity, his partial nudity, and those arms trapping you, you felt like your face blazed hotter than the fucking Sun. Alastor seemed to catch on, watching as your legs squeezed, shifting your weight uncomfortably. He leans closer to you, the muscles in his torso expanding and contracting with his movements. You sigh shakily, stifling a blissful squeak. Ahh. So it was him that was causing you to fret...

Alastor began to chuckle slowly at first, before laughing heartily. You stammered as a large hand came to your shoulder to steady himself, your lips blubbering pathetically. He was laughing fairly hard, causing his abdominals to flex and seize (a sight too delicious to behold). You were whining, on the verge of squealing as you weakly pushed against him again.

"A-Alastor, if you don't back up, I just might NOT be okay!!!" Alastor couldn't help himself, working himself into short bursts of stitches as he calms down, eyes watering.

"Ohhh, dearest... honestly, was I really that distracting to you?" His voice was low and flirtatious as you felt yourself being pressed into the counter, his hips holding you in place. You nearly shrieked as Alastor's hands gripped the counter harshly, knuckles white. Your mouth fell agape with a silent moan as the muscles in his upper arms and pecs stirred once more. You push against him once more, feeling as though you would pop like a balloon.

"A-Al, this isn't cute!!! Stop it, please!" You practically whine as Alastor just leaned, kissing your bright, heated cheeks.

"Well, I suppose I could go chop more wood, if the space could offer you some reprieve..."

You gasp as your chin is pulled forward, forcing you to make eye contact with him. If you weren't in your prime, you'd fear having a stroke at the sight of his almond colored eyes staring back into yours with a tumultuous energy.

"But, I think we both know you'd prefer that I stay rii~iiight here, don't you?" He teased, his lips dangerously close to your own. Your own lips quivered at the relentless pestering, your eyes struggling to make contact again," W-Well, I-- you know I-- uugghhh, if you keep teasing me, dinner is going to be late!!!"

"That's fiiiine by me!" Alastor says in a sing-song tone, and to your horror, you are lifted and placed onto the counter with minimal effort. Your eyes become transfixed on him, unable to clench your legs closed. Alastor knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn't going to let you off the hook so easily. Your partner moved to be between your thighs, his voice a husky gravel; his tone was JUST loud enough for you to process.

"How about we start with dessert first, hmm~?"

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Yards and Family

This is an epilogue to If The World Ends We Go Together and its honestly a piece on reader shamelessly ogling at Jihoon while he works at the soil.

Jihoon x female reader

Disclaimer: Mention of Minghao, mention of Luna (Park Sunyoung) and Victoria (Song Qian) of F(x) having a relationship so homophobics dni, Minghao is mentioned as a donor for Sunyoung and Qian, Sunyoung and Qian have a son with Minghao's Korean name (Myungho), Reader and Sunyoung have aphasia, Reader ogling at Jihoon's muscles.

"xxx" is sign language

...

Seeing Jihoon work on the yard was divine, you loved the precise movement of his arms as Jihoon planted some small trees and sowed some seeds in your new garden, seeing the sweat beads on his skin and how his hair looked after sweating and being under the sun was truly something else.

You seriously needed to stop ogling at him, it was not good for your health.

However it was easier said than done and you kept looking at him when you suddenly felt someone elbowing your ribs making you gasp, and turning around you were not surprised to see it was Sunyoung who was wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

“Don’t bother me” you quickly told her as you scoffed, not meeting her eyes while mentally tracing Jihoon’s flexing biceps as he was digging more earth to plant the tree.

“I didn’t even say anything” Sunyoung replied as she chuckled.

“You implied it” you signed and turned back to see Jihoon…

But then Sunyoung stood in front of you blocking your view of Jihoon which made you frown at her.

“Don’t you have a wife and son to bother already?” you retorted as you didn’t see Qian here, the woman Sunyoung had fallen in love, married and now shared a son with.

Your eyes returned to Jihoon getting down to gently place the tree on the soil and refill the gap again.

“Yes” Sunyoung snickered as she sat down again but this time in front of you “but right now Qian and Myungho are blissfully asleep so I decided to spend my energy teasing you over Jihoon.

Truly, some things never changed.

“Lucky me I guess, but you should be with your miracle baby instead of bothering me” You said rolling your eyes.

“He will learn from me how fun it is to bother you” Sunyoung snickered once again as she wiggled her eyebrows and her fingers were flowing indicating she really was enjoying this.

In that moment Jihoon walked towards you both, his right hand holding his axe resting its weight over his shoulder. You couldn’t help but shiver at the image which made Sunyoung snicker and you in return glared at her.

“What are you two doing” Jihoon asked once he got close to you and dropped his axe in the soil.

“Admiring the view”

“Talking about you”

You really wanted glares to be able to burn people in this moment but Sunyoung was truly glad your glare could not do anything.

“I hope you are being kind to me Sunyoung” Jihoon told her as he sat next to your left side and intertwined his hand with yours.

“Of course I am, Jihoon, you know me” you internally scoffed as even Sunyoung snickered at her own comment.

“Either way, I have news for both of you which I did not want to share with only your wife here”

Now, that had your attention.

“What is it?”

“Qian and I are gonna have another baby” Sunyoung beamed “And Minghao has agreed to once again be our donor”

-That’s great Sunyoung- Jihoon congratulated her with a soft voice

“It is, and I have the suspicion there is more to it, isn’t it?” you questioned to which Sunyoung nodded

“And there is more, you are right” Sunyoung exhaled as she looked at her lap to then look at you again.

“We want you to be the godparents to our children”

“Really?” you were stunned by her choice, it was astounding.

“Yes, you two are my best friends, and Qian loves you both too, so we thought there is no one else who we would want”

“It’s an honor Sunyoung, truly” you replied

“And we thank Qian and you, we will gladly be their godparents” Jihoon continued as your hands were intertwined.

...

Hours later as Jihoon and you were laying down on your bed with your left hands intertwined and playing with your rings you were truly happy as you had never felt so much peace and joy before.

“I love you Jihoon”

Jihoon’s eyes were staring at you with so much mirth and love.

“I’m glad I get to be with you now, I didn’t want to risk ourselves before and I don’t regret it, I’m glad we are together now.”

“Me too, I would not change it either” his lips ghosted and then locked yours.

There was no better moment than now.

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x fem! Oc

"Red, my dearest, don't cut your hair like that." Hecate had walked in on a 17 year old Red, sitting begrudgingly at her vanity chair and was about to snil a whole chunk of hair off, probably because she was frustrated at it.

"Go away Hecate."

"Mh, sure, after you've given me those scissors, or else my head'll be the next one rolling." She joked, something that was strictly forbidden.

"What would you like me to do princess?" Red held up her hair in a half up half down, which she had been trying to do for a while now, but it just wouldn't sit right.

"There, no need to cut it all of, it takes longer to grow lost things back than it does to cut it off." She smiled at Red through the mirror, patting her shoulders and staring at her for a bit as she did her makeup.

"Creep."

"I'm allowed to stare at you kid, you've grown so much Red, it's weird how much you're like your mom." Red scoffed, hooding up her tube of mascara as if it was her mom's scepter and mocking her accent.

"Off with their heads!" Hecate laughed, the same loud and warm laugh that's been in every good memory Red has ever had.

"Exactly like that kiddo, just add a bit more black to your eyeshadow and you'd be a carbon copy!" She stopped laughing and looked at Red suspiciously.

"Well, i'd say your tutoring session is already done, but apparently Maddox had forgotten to give you some homework." Red frowned in confusion, what the fuck was that old lady on about?

Maddox landed on the couch she had but in the corner of her room, waving at them through the mirror with some papers.

"Good morning my Hecate!" The woman smiled at him, patting Red's shoulder once again before turning around and leaving.

"Gods, she's changed so much." Maddox reminisced about his past memories of the witch, not realising that Red had turned around in her chair.

"Has she really changed that much?"

"Mhm, there used to be a time where she was engaged... not that she'll ever be able to have a love life anymore though, so I wouldn't dwell on it too much." He shrugged, handing her the papers and quickly rushing out before she could ask more.

"Stupid Maddox and his shitty cliffhangers."

-

Red wasn't going to tell anyone that Maddox's words had intrigued her, so she obviously also didn't tell anybody that she was 'lurking' around in the court magician's quarters, even though it was her home sk it wasn't considered lurking, it felt as if she was, because she had never been in this hall before.

Much like how the queen had a hall of portraits of past rulers, the court magicians had a similar hall, with their engagements, accomplishments and marriages depicted on a plaque under their portrait.

When she had finally gotten through the endless sea of bright purple blue hair, and her eyes landed on Hecate's face, she searched the portrait for anything first.

She had an axe swung across her shoulder, the same muscled build, mostly same clothing, the hearts on her trousers were shades of pink, not red... weird, especially when the hearts on her shoulders kept their pink.

Her eyes trialed over her portrait, she saw a mass of bodies piled up behind her, making up the entirety of the back of it, but just far enough that you won't spot it when you first look.

"What the fuck..." she breathlessly muttered, leaning closer as she distinguished the bodies of human beings, including massive giants and sea creatures.

"Oh wow, she's a fucking monster, good to know." Red rolled her eyes, then went on to read the plaque.

"Hecate Spades and her weapon: the princess of Hearts, engaged to Queen Bridget Hearts- WHAT?!" Red's eyed widened, leaning closer and rubbing over the plaque as she saw her mother's name.

"Yeah, that was such a long time of my life, i'f wish it upon my worst enemy... but y'know, don't have any anymore." Hecate shrugged, as if she hadn't just scared the life out of the girl she considered a daughter.

"What?"

"YOU NEARLY MARRIED MY MOTHER?!" Hecate nodded, looking down at the princess with a smile.

"Mhm, definitely almost did." She shrugged, "but, someone has to carry on the court's magician line, and i'm not sure how that would work if we merged with the royal line." Red suspiciously eyed her, that was not the real reason for the break up.

"Then where is your heir then? Mh?" Hecate smirked at her.

"You." Red choked, then saw Hecate laughing and slapped her.

"Hey! Not funny!" Hecate stopped laughing, staring at Red for a while, seemingly out of it before she nudged her arm.

"Hellooooo?"

"Right, actually, i'm training my niece for it, she's my father's sister's son's daughter, she had a high affinity in magic, and if she gets my magic when I pass, she might be up to par with me." She looked down at the plaque, eyes zeroing in on the queen Bridget of Hearts part, if she ever found out, she'd have no niece to teach.

"Let's leave before she finds us here-."

"Red. What are you doing here." The queen herself had left her throne room purely to find her daughter, now that was rare.

Hecate stiffened up, which Red noticed, and pushed the girl to her daughter, standing in front of her portrait with a matching grin.

"What'cha think? Do I still look as amazing as 2 decades ago?" She put her hands on her side and puffed up her chest, Red let out a giggle at it, and Hecate looked at her with soft eyes, remembering more and more of her Bridget the longer she spend with her.

"You look utterly stupid, stop this nonsense at once." Speaking of the woman, she was staring straight into Hecate's eyes, who smiled at her.

"Will do so, my queen." She bowed, disappearing into nothing in less than a second.

"Hey, mom? Were you ever engaged-..." Red trialed off with a frown, looking at the plaque, where once stood engaged to to Queen Bridget of Hearts' now laid a blank spot.

"Why are you spouting such nonsense, out of this hall! Now! And I better not find you snooping here again! I bet Hecate put you up to this, didn't she?!"

-

"Can I see the princess of Hearts?" Red had been begging Hecate for a few weeks now, and was officially hanging off of her leg to try persuade her.

"Okay! If you stop... whatever this is?" Hecate groaned out, stopping in front of Red's quarters, where she was supposed to drop her off.

"You are not small enough to do that anymore!" Red smirked as she stood up, crossing her arms as she stood before her heart shaped doors.

"Show me!" Hecate pulled out a mirror with a cheeky grin, Red glared at her.

"Okay! Okay! Calm it kid..." She trialed off, gesturing with her hand, and then the axe was there, giant pink heart and all.

"Here you go." She held it out to the princess, whose former titleholder it was named after.

"Is it named after... you know?" She spoke softly, as if trying to preserve the magic the weapon held in her eyes.

"Your mom? Yeah, but my cover up story is that she has a heart and it's my princess." Red rolled her eyes once more at the lame coverup.

"Don't roll your eyes at me young lady!"

"It's too late to go back from being the fun uncle Hecate!" Red teased, her arms slowly starting to tremble from the weight of the axe.

"I'll hold her for you, i'll place her down in your room so you can inspect her all you want." She had to get out of there before Red reminded her too much of Bridget.

"Yeah sure, what kind of stone is that?"

"A lover's secret, ironically enough."

"That's so corny."

-

"I can go back in time and see how Hecate looked for myself now?! I've always wanted to see how she defeated that giant seamonster!" Maddox snatched the watch out of her hands.

"No Hecate related trips until you're older! Promised?" Red hiffed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot on the ground.

"All right! I won't go on any Hecate related trips in the near future!" Maddox nodded, relieved.

"Also, I have the Princess of Hearts in my room right now, you wanna go check it out?" Maddox shook his head yes wildly.

-

"-invited to join Auradon Prep." Red saw Hecate's features sour from besides her mother, who looked shocked for a while.

"We accept!" Even Hecate seemed surprised, and she was never surprised at anything her mother did.

"Wait what?"

"You shall go to Auradon Prep! Now go and pak your bags!"

"Did my mom just grow a heart?" Red frowned as she asked Maddox, who also seemed confused.

"And dress in something respectable! For once try not looking like Hecate..." Red shrugged, that was a compliment in her books.

"Okay so half a heart, i'm gonna go ask Hecate why she looked so sour! Bye!"

"Why did you look so sour?" Red popped up in Hecate's office through the hidden door behind one of the paintings, Hecate staring at where she popped up long after she had jumped down.

"Mh?" She snapped out of her memory of having to catch Bridget from when she tried to come in through there, swallowing the knot in her throat for later.

"Why'd you look so sour?"

"I went to Auradon Prep..."

"HUH?!"

"It wasn't called that yet stupid, sit down somewhere, I'll tell you a story about your mom that not many know, only like... three people are left." Red quickly plopped down onto the comfortable chair she had Hecate place close to her desk in a corner.

"Tell!"

"Okay, so, it used to be called Merlin's academy, because, of course, Merlin was the big man there." Red nodded, urging her to continue.

"And my dad was a douchebag, so he said I could 't join Bridget there unless I defeated an entire army, which I did by the way! And then when I finally got there Bridget didn't recognise me. Blah blah blah, almost a year later, family day, her parents show up-."

"Mom had parents? She didn't just... spawn?"

"Shut up kid. -and they revealed that I was her childhood best friend, she was all shocked like what?? Oh my good gracious heavens how did I not recognise you?!"

"She cussed like that?"

"It's not about that?!" Red sighed and rolled her eyes.

"The end, not happily ever after because we eventually broke up after like... 7 years." She let that information sink in.

"You guys were in a relationship until I was like...5?"

"I think it's more 6? Who cares, we're both shit at math, which is why you need to find yourself a girl who's good at counting stuff because we're both fucking bad at it, and I already found a girl like that but it didn't work out for me but it will for you!" the princess rolled her eyes, leaning back in the chair.

"You wanna help pack?"

"Hell yeah!"

-

"Don't forget to brush your teeth every morning and evening, and then don't forget to do your skincare, you never know when you might end up in a picture that they might post, having pimples when that happens is so fucking annoying." Red slapped Hecate's hands away, who was fussing over her even though she was supposed to put her luggage into her dorm.

"Hecate?" A blue haired woman was looking at them, and Hecate grinned at her, the girl standing next to the blue haired woman staring wide eyed at the woman.

"Ella! I'm not really allowed to talk to you... is this Chloe? She's way prettier in person! Where'd she get all that from?" Red awkwardly stood next to her, trying to leave but instead being kept there by Hecate, who gave her a shove into the direction of Chloe, who was freaking out about the fact that thee Hecate Spades was standing in front of her.

"Well obviously from me."

"Mh... not sure, i'm way prettier."

"Hecate... we're adults now, we're better than this."

"You might be, i'm still not over the fact that you threw that rock at my forehead, I think I even have a scar! Look!" She held up her hair and leaned her forehead closer, Ella laughed and slapped her arm.

"Oh my god! You normally would've punched me... has royalty pressure changed you?" Ella looked away from her.

"It did? That's not good-...."

Red zoned back in on the girl now holding her hands.

"Hi!i'm Chloe? You must be Red! My new roomie!" Red witheld a grimace, instead slowly nodding.

"Yeah... sure."

-

"Bridget, don't." Hecate spoke up before the queen could say what she wanted to, but she only gave her a glare and stood up to pronounce war onto Auradon, throwing her cards up.

Hecate sighed as she stood up, holding out her hand for Red, who slowly shook her head as she looked up at the woman who had essentially raised her.

"I don't want to die, please don't let me die." She heard Hecate whisper into the breeze, empowered only by hope and her own strength that it might reach someone's ears.

"I don't want to kill, I'm not good for anything else, please don't do this." It was really Hecate, Red watched as her mouth moved, only whispers coming out that she could only half hear.

"Please don't make me use her."

-

"Sweetheart!" Bridget smiled as Hecate walked into the courtyard, Red's eyes widening as she saw the stray blood splatters on the bottom of her trousers.

That certainly explained why they're red now  -it didn't, but maybe???-

"Princess!" Hecate grinned, rushing towards Bridget and picking her up to spin her around, pecking her lips several times.

"Hey! Big lady! Let the princess down!" Ella kicked Hecate's shins, the girl glaring down at her as she held Bridget close.

"Shut up Ella. I got you this!" She smiled as she fished a small bag out of her pocket, presenting it tk Bridget like it was priceless, carefully setting her down.

"Is this?" Bridget gasped, eyes wide.

"I saw one of them on my way back from fishing for those fish you wanted, I got a few of its teeth and grinded it to the powder for you! Also I put an anti stink spell on the fish... why do you need them though?" Bridget smiled, placing a finger to her lips.

"Secret!"

"Awwwww!" Ella kicked her again. "Hey little ant girl! Stop that!"

"Sunfish!"

"Dwarf!"

As the two continued exchanging insults, Red and Chloe glanced at each other.

What the fuck.

-

Well, they stopped the prank, ish? And headed back, but they ended up still not back, instead they were in a very specific room in the Hearts castle, the Queen's, it seemed like they weren't there in person, more like their conscious was.

"Bridget? Where are you?" Hecate called out into the room as she walked in, walking through the two girls.

"I'm here, no need to be sk worried." Bridget giggled, looked at Hecate from the bathroom doorpost.

"Are we interrupting something?"

"Shhhhh."

"Why sre your eyes red? What happened? Do I need to-?"

"Kill someone?" Bridget finished with a frown, looking down at the floor.

Hecate kneeled down in front of her to be in her line of sight, holding her knees and placing her chin on her stomach.

"what's wrong?" A tear fell onto her forehead, Hecate didn't stop looking up at the no-darker pink haired woman, who's hands were shaking as they gripped onto her light pink sleeping gown.

"Why do you always kill everything?"

Red's eyes widened, the Hecate she knew had begged her not to have her kill, not to die, not to use her most prideful weapon, this was a whole other Hecate.

"I'd burn the world down for you, my queen." Chloe Awwed, Red hit her for it.

"I don't want you to burn the world for me, I want you to be here with me and watch the world flourish, not burn, I don't want to hurt the world anymore than I have to." Hecate kept silent, she knew what this meant.

"I won't kill for you anymore, I can swear on my life-."

"Don't do that, you'll just kill yourself, that's not what I want, I don't want the world to burn, but all you do is set it ablaze further. I don't want that." Hecate's eyes began to water, leaning back a bit so the can look down and lean with her head against her.

"Just say it."

"What're they talking about?" Chloe whispered to Chloe, who had walked closer to hear their hushed conversation, as if the whole world was in this room, as if their whole paradise was about to crumble within these walls, nowhere further.

"Shut up Chloe."

"I don't think this engagement is a good idea.... We're not right for each other." Hecate's tears finally hit the hardwood floors, Bridget slowly combing her fingers through her hair.

"Don't do this, don't do this to me." The queen's tears fell onto Hecate's hair, slowly rolling off or sticking in between the ruffled strands.

"I have to, I can't let everything burn for us, it's not who I am."

"And I respect that! I don't need to set it all ablaze for you! I can just.... Not do that! I'll watch everything grow with you! I'll watch Red grow up and be just like you! Please don't-." She stopped talking abruptly, slumping down and sitting on her knees completely slouched.

"We'll watch her grow up, just not together."

Red hadn't noticed her own tears until Chloe was stood next to her, gently holding her hand and leaning against her.

"It's allright, you can cry about it." Red let a soft sob escape her lips, hiding her face in Chloe's shoulder and crying as Hecate slowly stood up and exited, leaving Bridget, who fell on top of her bed and sobbed into the pillows.

-

"Red! My daughter!" Bridget held open her arms for her daughter, who hesitated a bit before accepting the hug.

"Where's Hecate?" She felt her mother tense a bit under her, but she didn't see it otherwise, and she was greeted by a warm hand on her back.

"Wassup kid, i'm happy you're going to attend almost the same school as us! We had such a good time here..." Red glanced at Chloe, who was next to her, both in silent understanding that yes, that was a really sad tone.

"You'll find friends in no time!" Bridget smiled brightly, hugging her again.

"The castle will feel incredibly empty without my little felon."

"Well maybe it will be easier to clean up without you influencing her every move." Hecate jokingly crossed her arms, turning away from them slightly.

"Stop it you crybaby!" Red grinned out, grabbing Hecate and pulling her into the hug, cautiously eyeing her as she stared at her mother with soft, lovesick eyes.

"How about I show you guys where your pictures are, they still have them, you know." Ella nudged Hecate, who dragged both Chloe and Red with, Bridget trying to stop them.

"Come on princess!" Bridget stuttered in her step, eyes widening as she nearly got sucked into a memory of the three of them running around, her usually after the two others, who were wrecking havoc, and always with the same two sentences being thrown at her by Hecate and Ella.

"Yeah! Let's go!" Ella grabbed Bridget's wrist and dragged her with, leading the group towards the wall filled with pictures.

"Oh! Castlecoming! You two were announced cutest couple!" Ella excitedly pointed out, her finger pointing towards the two, wrpaped up in a loving embrace, Bridget in a beautiful light pink ballgown, and Hecate in a matching white suit, with a light pink blouse.

"Always matcht the lady." Hecate shrugged it outt with a proud grin, "also helps if the lady doesn't give me dead rats."

"You know, i'm thinking about kicking your shins again, i'm wearing pointy heels!"

Bridget watched as her family ran around again, and even though she had never wanted to see the world burn, she'd have loved to watch this flourish with Hecate by her side.

[howlingaround]

Nobody asked how many lives Kitty has left, so i made a comic about it

For added effect: you should be able to time this to the 2015 version of the Zenigata March (bc thats what i did in my head)

Additional notes:

1 is mousetrap

2 is lightning bolt, and i couldnt figure out how to draw a cat skeleton, so itsmyfault the joke doesnt land

3 is refernce to the short film The Trident, which is the backstory to how Puss shot himself out of a cannon

4 is refence to a deleted scene from the first trailer! Im gonna delete it as well an have a piano drop on kitty bc thats funnier

5, 6 and 7 where just my way of doing something even dumber than Puss

Other ideas i had but didnt do :

Kitty singing And I Will Always Love You in a bar and getting an axe thrown at her (a bit too brutal and not funny enough)

Indiana Jones style stone chase (too long)

Choking on a fur ball thingy (looks weird to draw)

Gazpacho woman and muscle man are the ones in the bar as well as the guy Puss stole espresso from⁷

[voidsentprinces]

Join FFXIV we got:

Fuckable Monster Gods, Yandere General, SUCH DEVASTATION, Malevolent Breadloaf, Hate Fuck Philosophy between Church's Money Illiterate Doomslayer and the Heretical Dragon fuckers, Bestest Boy, Butch Scholar with an axe, France with hot single elves, Lesbian Gunslingers, Manwhore of Astrology, his love rival and the asexual woman who has no clue, Inner Feral State, his legal partner and their adopted daughter, Murder Bimbo, his angry red head and their sadistic feral viceroy with her himbo henchman, Hopeless Romantic who gets bullied, his very heterosexual tribe of male only warriors, the apeshit warlock stealing his women while being transpiritual and a shepherd wife, frat boy emperor, Iroh Samurai and the sickest ninja woman ever, Your Own Personal Catboy, his eligible straightforward daughter who is also captain the guard, THE HIMBO FAMILY complete with bomb throwing cat girl, adoptive mechanical nonbinary child, and psychotic hard line temper mother, entire village of rabbit woman, the most love struck catboy outside the Crystarium and his religious group, an entire kingdom of nonbinary fae folk and their they/them King, the Ghosts of Christmas Past as well the Ghost of Christmas Present with his talking dog, THE TRUEST BESTEST BOY and his robot companion, the Dragon Father and his brood of angsty teenagers, Genocidal Tsundere Emperor, his grandson no-nonsense Emperor and the pretty boy handsome girl of ancient times, the hero worshiping companion of eld who doesn't remember you BUT YOU CAN FIX HIM!, a entire continent of nerds ripe for the punching, an entire continent of geeks ripe for picking on you and your companions including their leader SCIENCE WIFE, SUCH DEVASTATON's extended family who will remain perfect if you don't touch that fucking side quest, an entire moon of bunny people not to be confused with the village of rabbit women but while we're talking about rabbit people have this stoic and handy rabbit man and his VERY ENTHUSIASTIC TRANS LION FRIEND! Did we mention you get a punchy very enthusiastic woman clad in red? Drop by Ala Mhigo she is always happy to help you punch things! Also while you're there meet the main soldier you're deprogramming from the Garlean Cult he likes giving buuz to people and has this...Great Dane vibe, I don't know how else to describe it. Got a moment? Meet your adoptive family, a knife daughter and her hammer girlfriend, a sword daughter and her scholarly brother, an entire orphanage out of both Ul'dah AND Idyllshire, and a berb daughter who almost ended the entire universe because she COUDLNT STOP FEELING!!!!!!!!!! Also meet more monsters for you to fuck Flayed Demon, MUSCLE GODDESS, Cowabunga, grumpy fire man, and Knight in Shining Identity Theft, and their friend nonbinary lass who can kill AND EAT! There is, of course, also...adoptive fathers in partnership with you and knife daughter, wine aunt of a thousand Fire IVs, a cantankerous short lad, scholar woman who is getting into art, Tataru the Most Powerful and Important Character in the game and therefore the only one I shall refer to by name here, THE HORNIEST WOMAN IN ALL OF FICTION, two Roegadyn brothers, a fabulous elezen healer and her exasperated sister, the adoptive mother and legendary dancer AND bartender, an equally exasperated woman who just convinced her patriarch to retire from adventuring, a short Sultana, an oblivious Seedseer, and the greatest admiral to grace this franchise, General Father and his son from the Shire, the inventor with a heart of gold, his companions, their stern manager, and the gremlin man who is here to make the inventor eat his shirt while laughing. AND THATS JUST THE PEOPLE IN THE MAIN STORYLINE.

So join FFXIV today.

[whiteraven87]

Driven by Love: Rebirth from the Ashes - 8. Pleasant Views

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The Unstoppable Series - Masterlist

Part 3: Driven by Love. Rebirth from the Ashes

Prologue

Nightmares

For Her, I'd Do Anything

Shared Nights

I Thought It Was the End

Scars

Say it again

Pleasant Views

Oh My God

Together

A Shared Trip

The Boss's Girl

I'm Back

She's mine [18+]

The Fight Continues

I Bloomed

Something's Going On

No Brakes

City of Sin [18+]

Title Defense [18+]

FIA Gala

Home and Christmas

Just Us [18+]

A Dream I Don't Want to Wake Up From

Return to Scotland

The Woman Who Blossoms

Return to the Paddock

Media Circus

Total Domination

Marathon

The Limits of Restraint [18+]

The Unexpected Guest

Fear of Loss

The Truth I Didn't Want to Say

I Won't Let You Go

A Promise I Couldn't Keep

The Truth I Couldn't Tell Her

The Last Evening

The Darkest Day of my life

Epilogue

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Warnings: slow burn, age gap (23 years), woman racing in F1, boss/driver relationship, sex scenes,

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8. Pleasant Views

POV Miriell

The day was warm, and the air smelled of the forest and freshly cut bark. I sat on the wooden steps of the porch, holding a cup of now-cold coffee, though I had completely forgotten about it. My attention was fixed on one thing.

Or rather, one man.

Toto was chopping wood.

He did it with natural ease, without rushing, but with the precision I had always seen in him—whether he was managing an F1 team or standing in our clearing with an axe in hand.

Every movement was sure, the muscles in his arms and back tensing with each strike, and the shirt he wore clung slightly to his body, accentuating his silhouette. He was completely different from the Toto the world knew��always elegant, impeccable, dressed in perfectly tailored suits.

And now?

Jeans, an old T-shirt, and bare feet on the grass.

I couldn't look away.

I bit my lip, feeling warmth spread through my body. It was irrational—I knew him, I had seen him in every possible situation. But here, in this everyday simplicity, there was something that made me feel... more.

A strange kind of tension.

I had let myself watch for too long because at one point, Toto stopped. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm and lifted his gaze straight to me.

My heart pounded harder. His lips curled into that mischievous half-smile that always appeared when he knew he had caught me.

Embarrassed, I averted my gaze, suddenly pretending my nails were the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Do you like what you see?" I heard his voice, warm, slightly rough.

I closed my eyes for a split second. Of course, he had noticed.

I heard footsteps on the grass, and moments later, I felt him sit beside me on the steps. He smelled of wood, earth, and something that was always distinctly his—a subtle mix of lavender and sandalwood.

"I wasn't looking at you" I lied, but I could feel the heat on my cheeks.

"No?" There was amusement in his voice.

"I was just... observing."

Toto chuckled softly and leaned in slightly.

"Miriell..." His voice was lower, softer. "You know you could've just walked up and told me you liked it?"

I looked at him, meeting his gaze—full of affection, but also amusement.

"I never said I liked it."

He raised an eyebrow.

"And yet, you're blushing."

"It's the sun..." I started, but I knew he saw right through me.

His smile widened before he reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"My brave Miriell" he whispered, lifting my hand to his lips and brushing it with a kiss.

I shivered slightly, but this time, there wasn't a trace of fear in me.

There was only warmth.

Warmth and the realization that I loved this man more than I ever thought I was capable of loving anyone.

***

We ran through the forest, following a path we knew well. The morning air was crisp, scented with damp earth and pine needles, and the only sounds were the rhythmic beat of our footsteps and our quickened breaths.

Toto ran right beside me, matching my pace, though I knew perfectly well he could be much faster. He always did that—never leaving me behind, always running with me.

We stopped for a moment to catch our breath. I placed my hands on my knees, trying to steady my pulse, while Toto let out a quiet laugh.

"What?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"Nothing. You just look tired, and we're not even done yet."

"Very funny. May I remind you that I'm the professional athlete here?"

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. "Then recovering shouldn't be a problem for you."

Before I could respond, I felt his hand on my cheek.

Surprised, I inhaled sharply, but before I could react, his lips touched mine.

There was no rush. No warning.

Only warmth, peace, and something that made my heart stop its frantic rhythm for just a moment.

Toto pulled back just a few centimeters, looking into my eyes.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself" he whispered with a smile.

"You don't have to" I answered, pulling him closer.

***

Living together, we prepared meals together every day. With varying results. Neither of us was a master of the kitchen, and on top of that, we were both stubborn, but we always had a good time.

"No, not like that! Toto, you're going to ruin it!"

"How can you ruin cutting a tomato?"

"You can if you're chopping it like a lumberjack instead of someone who actually wants to eat it later!"

Toto let out a theatrical sigh, set the knife down, and I rolled my eyes before stepping closer and taking over the cutting.

"See? This is how you do it."

"Aha. So, slower and more precisely?"

"Exactly."

"In that case, you should be the one doing the cooking."

"Toto!"

He laughed, and before I could react, he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.

"You have tomato on your nose" he said in a serious tone, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Yeah, right."

"Really"

I felt his thumb on the tip of my nose, and before I could protest, he pressed a quick kiss there, then burst into laughter.

"Toto Wolff, if you don't step away right now..."

"Or what?"

"You'll get a tomato in the face."

"You wouldn't dare."

I picked up a piece of tomato, locking eyes with him.

"Try me."

Loki, sensing the playful mood, started jumping around us, wagging his tail and barking happily.

"See? He also thinks you should let it go."

"Loki can be bribed. You probably gave him a piece of ham earlier."

Toto smiled innocently.

"Maybe."

"Cheater."

"But your cheater."

I couldn't help it—I laughed, leaning into him, and he wrapped me tightly in his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

***

We were climbing the peak where, just a few months earlier, we had watched the New Year's Eve fireworks. Back then, the snow crunched beneath our boots; now, the ground was soft from the summer rain.

We sat side by side on a rock, gazing at the view that had once been the backdrop for the New Year's lights.

"Do you remember that night?" I asked softly.

"How could I forget?"

"I already loved you then."

Toto turned to me, and I felt his hand find mine.

"I loved you too."

We looked at each other for a moment before Toto leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss.

It was different from the others. Deeper, more certain.

I kissed him back with the same certainty—because I knew I had nothing left to fear.

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NEXT -> 9. Oh My God

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"I put my armor on, show you how strong I am."

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4. Brotherly Love

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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Word Count: 1k

The following morning, Eira got up as usual and prepared her basket with fresh supplies before starting her day. She hadn’t slept through the night, her mind endlessly replaying the moment on the docks. But she’d made it to the morning, and she accepted all the favor the gods would grant her. 

Maybe they hadn’t abandoned her after all.

Throwing her furs over her shoulders, she left for Liv’s. She kept her eyes down as she navigated Kattegat’s busy streets, only raising them to greet someone when they called out to her. With every step toward the longhouse, dread pooled in Eira’s stomach. She feared a Ragnarsson would appear behind her and embed an axe in her spine, though she didn’t know which of the two.

Then, out of nowhere, a voice pierced the air. “Eira!”

The blood drained from her face and she froze, her heart hammering in her chest. Her mind raced, and her first instinct was to turn and run, but then she remembered her decision not to fight her death. She tried to swallow the panic rising in her throat as her body went stiff, waiting for the inevitable. 

But then she heard a light giggle followed by the sound of small feet skidding across the snow. Eira’s body relaxed just slightly, but not entirely, as she turned slowly toward the sound. A little girl appeared behind a snow-covered barrel, her eyes wide with excitement. 

“Eira!” the girl repeated, running toward her. “Eira, look! I can run now!”

She couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips as she knelt to embrace the child, tucking the unruly curls back into the six-year-old’s hood. “Hello, Runa. I’m so glad you’re feeling better. I told you it wouldn’t take long for that leg to heal! ”

“You did!” Runa nodded enthusiastically, her snaggle-toothed smile on full display until it dropped into a pout. ”But Mother said I cannot climb any more trees.”

Eira chuckled. “Well, you did break your leg last time, so your mother is probably right, huh?”

“Yeah,” she replied, sticking out her lips dramatically. “I guess.”

With a quick smile, she scampered off toward her father who spoke to a nearby merchant at his market booth. He hoisted Runa onto his shoulders as he continued talking, sparing Eira a kind nod from across the road. She’d grown to love the family over the months she’d looked after Runa, and she occasionally joined them for supper. The remaining walk to Liv’s house passed in a blur, and she hurriedly knocked when she arrived. 

“Liv! It’s Eira.”

She grimaced as a muffled commotion came through the door. What had Liv gotten herself into, now? But before she could ask, the door swung open, revealing the woman’s smiling face. 

“Hello, dear.”

Eira worriedly scanned the road for soldiers once more as she stepped into the house. The smell of sickness no longer wafted in the air, and Liv’s pallor cheeks gained most of their color back.

“How are you feeling?”

Liv eased herself down in the chair beside Eira’s with a grunt. “Much better. You don’t have anything for old age, do you?”

“Sadly not,” Eira grinned, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Silence hung in the air as Liv’s eyes traveled over Eira. She saw her tense muscles, the worry etched on her face. 

“What has happened now?”

Eira sighed. “I fear I have done something that will cost me my life.“

Liv’s brows furrowed as she leaned towards her. “What have you done? Spit it out.”

Hesitating, Eira dropped her gaze to her hands, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her cloak. She didn’t know where to begin. “I…confronted Hvitserk Ragnarsson,” she admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “At the docks last night.”

“What did you say?”

“I asked him why he was doing this to his people,” Eira said softly, half proud, half angry at herself. “And told him he was just like Ivar.”

Liv’s lips parted slightly, blankly staring at her. Then, to the blonde’s surprise, the old woman began to chuckle. The sound was soft at first but quickly grew louder, filling the small house. 

“Liv,” Eira cried, her brows drawing together. “Why are you laughing? Do you not understand the danger I am in?”

“Oh, I understand, Eira,” Liv replied, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye as her laughter subsided. “But gods help me, you’ve got more courage in you than anyone I’ve met in years. Standing up to a Ragnarsson? Saying all that to his face? You’ve got the spirit of a shieldmaiden, you do.”

“This isn’t a joke!” Eira exclaimed. “I could have signed my own death warrant. If Ivar hears of this-”

“But he hasn’t, has he?” Liv interrupted as her tone dropped its mirth and grew more serious. She leaned forward, gazing into Eira’s eyes. “You’re still here breathing and worrying over it. And if Hvitserk was going to run to his brother or kill you himself, don’t you think he would have done it by now?”

There was an inkling of truth in Liv’s words, even if Eira didn’t want to believe it. She hadn’t considered that. The hours she’d spent in dread, waiting for soldiers to tear down her door, suddenly seemed…unnecessary. But why hadn’t Hvitserk told Ivar? What had stopped him?

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I don’t trust him. None of them. They’re all the same.”

Liv tilted her head slightly, her expression softening. “Do you really think that? Ivar’s men would have cut you down for speaking out of turn, but Hvitserk didn’t, did he? Perhaps he’s not as much like his brother as you think.”

Eira frowned, unwilling to let go of her notions about the man. “That doesn’t absolve him of his part in this,” she said. “In what they’ve done to Kattegat.”

“No,” Liv nodded. “But perhaps it means there’s more to him than what you see…or want to see.”

“But how could anyone stand with someone so terrible, so…evil?” 

Liv’s wrinkled hand lifted slowly to Eira’s cheek as a sad smile tugged at her lips. “What would you do for a brother, hmm? What would you have done for Vali?”

Eira didn’t hesitate, tears burning in her eyes. “I would’ve done anything.”

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the emperor, the high priestess, the moon, the wheel of fortune, temperance, the tower, the moon, the world for both therése and sabri!

thanks for the ask ghost!! <3 [ask game] once again immediately under the cut bc long

The Emperor: What does Rook's leadership style look like?

Answered here! But I’ll past it here too anyway

Sabri: Sabri tries to be methodical, emphasis on try. She can’t be methodical no matter how much she tries. She’s very impulsive and she improvises so much. This little mourn watcher nerd has muscles and 0 fighting experiences outside of undead, she will hit things with axes very hard, and hopes everyone else can understand what she thinks. She does yell out some like. SUGGESTIONS? ‘TAASH HIT THE OGRE’ ‘DAVRIN GET THE UGLY ONE’ ‘NEVE ICE THE ELF’

Therése: Therése leads like the way you would expect the average. Senior Grey Warden. Note she is NOT. Therése knows how a battlefield works, she's actually good at improvising in that sense. (Sorry Sabri. Therése just has more leading experience.) She's also relatively better at checking in with the team, she knows how to act like a leader. She knows how to attend to people with personal conflict like you would expect her to. (Kind of think Duncan. duncan's long lost daughter. this is a lie she was born way after he died)

The High Priestess: Which does Rook obey more: their head or their heart?

Sabri: Definitely her heart. She tries to lead with her head but oftentimes it’s just. A losing battle. This bitch cannot for the life of her ignore her heart. She’s pretty impulsive which clashes with what people expect of her often, like this face is the face of a cutie patootie who is a grade A student and never skipped class ever- she’d think with her head right? No, she's very driven by emotions. She may be very intelligent but her heart is bigger still

Therése: Head for sure. She’s used to her heart being relatively interested in more criminal acts. Like the last time she listened to her heart she committed arson, she truly tries to obey her head more because she’s very scared of following her heart. She wants to be logical, think, she wants her impulse control bigger than it actually is. So that being said, she follows her head while gritting her teeth. 

The Tower: How does Rook respond to unexpected catastrophe?

Sabri: Badly. If something doesn’t go how Sabri’s planned out in her head to like an extreme she gets super fucking stressed. She kind of just starts having a silent little panic and improvising the fuck out of whatever situation she is in now. She likes to think she's good at hiding her stress (she is not)

Therése: Therése is relatively calm on the outside. Having pretty much the same panic and everything that Sabri has but much better at hiding it.

The Wheel of Fortune: Describe an interesting character moment for your Rook. What made this moment stand out to you?

Answered some here too! But I have more so dont even worry!!!!!!!!

Sabri: Maybe when Shathann died. Obviously it was wrecking to see the person she loves in such pain, seeing Taash actively grief their mother, trying to get her out despite it all. Having to be the rational one to tell them they can't take their mom with them. That they need to go. It just really fucks with Sabri because she knows that if she wouldn't be able to do this herself. She doesn't know her own mother, but just for a chance to talk to her she'd drag her mother from the deepest depth of the deep roads. She hates not being able to comfort Taash after the fact either. this woman wants to fix everything immediately and when she can't she stresses a bit! it's sexy!

Therése: Am I mean if i say Davrin's death? I'm still going to say it. They were best friends, honestly. Like she was close to him already just on principle of him as a person, but man having another Warden around felt so comforting to her. That was a man who understood her, who understood that feeling of blight, the feeling of being in a world where blight is now literally everywhere. They talked endlessly about how maybe, the both of them were worth more than a sacrifice to the world. Wardens could be more than that. Davrin could be more.

And then fucking sacrifices himself anyway. It makes Therése angry! sad! guilty! She feels guilty for sending him out to lead the other team! She's going to blame herself for that one a while

Temperance: What does Rook do to deal with the stress of their situation?

Sabri: Sabri writes a lot. If she has things like down and documented about what they all did that day, even outside of like fighting the Gods, she can kind of rationalise things in her brain. it can literally be

Made breakfast with Bel + Neve

Good morning kiss from Taash (There are many hearts doodled beside this sentence)

Gave pets to Assan

Did stretches with Dav

Killed a three headed archdemon

Coffee + tea with Lucanis + Emmrich

Therése: Therése punches things. She works out a lot to just. not think about it. A lot of wrestling with Taash and Davrin. Even a little bit with Harding once she doesn't get lyrium poisoned whenever they touch.

The Moon: How does Rook's past impact their values? Does their past come with any biases or blind spots they have to account for?

Sabri: Oh definitely. She has blind spots to most like. Social interaction. Look she's not bad at being social, but recruiting people to your cause when you've been in the necropolis for (checks note) 27 years before Varric went 'hey kid come with me' she does not socialize well!!! she misses the wisps and she thinks burning corpses is weird!!! Also she's not Great at fighting alive people in the beginning for sure. Whole different array of weakness and strengths those mfs have (those mfs being. alive people)

Therése: Therése in spite of it all believes grey wardens are supposed to be heroes. Anyone that stands in the way of her warden-y business either gets fists or words shoved down their throat because she's busy with her warden-y business and you are interrupting her. She also goes out of her way to like. Help people a lot more because of this line of thinking, but small things. (Helping an older lady in Hossberg with ingredients for soup, helping taking care of Gus in Arlathan, helping Hal haul in fish in Minrathous..)

The World: What does happily-ever-after look like for Rook? Is it attainable, or just wishful thinking?

Sabri: Oh man Sabri would love to just. Live in Nevarra. Not the Necropolis necessarily, she's always a Watcher hashtag ride or die but she'd love to just live in Cumberland with Taash and spend days just. Living a domestic life. I don't the two of them would do this necessarily, I feel like they'd still be on the road a lot. But you know... she'd like to. Maybe when they're both a bit older.

Therése: COTTAGE IN FERELDEN IS CONFIRMED THIS IS LITERALLY ALL SHE WANTS. SHE WANTS TO LIVE IN A LITTLE COTTAGE WITH HER WIFE LACE HARDING

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Malar (a VanMozhi ficlet)

A/N: Inspired by my love for Jayam Ravi and those eyes of his OOF (feel free to imagine a younger JR in this fic as well haha). Would love to hear your thoughts in the replies!! 

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There was no way around it. 

Ever since they had all come back from Nagapattinam…her Ilavarasan had been different. 

The days where he’d barely acknowledged her presence - where she’d melted into the walls when he walked by and he didn’t even notice that she was there in the first place - were long gone. Now, she could hardly remember the last time they were in the same room together and she didn’t feel him…watching her. 

In the mandhiram, for example - as she stood next to him, desperately trying to ignore the heat of his body so close to hers. Vanathi could feel his eyes on her, watching her as she fervently tried to keep her attention on the prayers. 

And even today - in the garden, as she and Kundavai and the other maidens lay amongst the flowers, plucking and weaving garlands of jasmine and chrysanthemums, she could feel the warmth of his gaze on her as he and Vanthiyar meandered by. When she made the mistake of looking up at him, catching his eyes with her own…she could barely hold his glance for more than a second before dropping her eyes - but not before she saw his lips curve into a sly little smile. 

It was a struggle, but Vanathi kept her mouth shut until the other maidens had left to their duties.

“Akka?”

“Hmm?” 

“Ponniyin Selvan…” At the mention of her brother, Kundavai swung her head around sharply, eyes searching Vanathi’s face with interest.

“Yes? What about him?”

“W-why does he look at me so…why does he look at me like that?”

By the time Vanathi had finished stammering out her question, Kundavai had leaned back onto her arms, watching Vanathi with a knowing smirk curling her lips. 

“That’s my brother’s way of showing us that we need to get the two of you married off immediately - before…” Kundavai trailed off. 

“Before what, Akka?”

For the first time - ever, Vanathi secretly thought to herself - she looked on as her Akka flushed, hints of red and heat suffusing her cheeks, and murmured, almost under her breath, “certain things happen, kanne...I don’t know all of it either, but…” Kundavai stopped short, shaking her head. “That’s neither here nor there,” she declared, prim and firm yet again. And this time, she looked Vanathi straight on in the face, eyes warm with affection and amusement. “You and my brother shall find out - together.”

Vanathi would never admit it aloud, but deep within her…she knew what Kundavai meant. Her Arasan loved her. She was finally sure of that, had been sure of it since he became her Yaanai Paagan once again in Nagapattinam. But now that he was sure in her affection and she in his…he wanted more. He wanted to possess her, have her in the most primal way a man could a woman. He wanted her. 

And Vanathi was slowly starting to awaken to the fact that…she might just want him back in that way too. Maybe that would explain the little thrill that ran through her whenever she saw those golden muscles of his, rippling as he hefted those heavy swords and axes like they weighed nothing. Why she wanted to tangle her fingers in that thick, curling hair of his; why that self-assured smirk of his sometimes sent arrows of fire hissing through her veins.

Now, it was Vanathi’s turn to shake herself back to reality, sheepishly realizing that she’d faded off into a daydream in front of her Akka herself. But Kundavai just laughed at her, reaching out to fondly pinch her cheek. 

“He’ll be yours, kanne - soon.”

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It was a gorgeous twilight, and a gorgeous evening ceremony on the water, but Arulmozhi was slowly - and very surely - reaching the end of his rope. 

He liked to think that many of the things said about him were true - he worked hard, day in, day out to be the level-headed, calm, righteous man he needed to be for his people.

But everyone seemed to forget one crucial little fact.

The same fiery blood that ran through impetuous Sundara Chozhar’s veins, that ran through hot-headed Aditha Karikalan - ran through Arulmozhi Varman too. 

Arulmozhi only let that side of him out on rare occasions - on the battlefield, or when there was an injustice that couldn’t be corrected in any way other than force. But now, as he watched Vanathi - his Vanathi - twirling in front of him - her slender curves, the burnished bronze of her skin, set off by the milky white of the jasmine in her hair, all gleaming in the golden light…Arulmozhi burned.

As she made her way closer and closer to him, the cloying scents of jasmine, sandalwood, musk all clouded his mind to the point where he could think of one thing and one thing only - what it would be like to clasp her in his arms… to set his mouth to that velvet skin and make those plush lips of hers fall open - just for him.

So this time, when she trembled, swaying in front of him, Arulmozhi caught her up in his arms, holding his uyirin uyire against him - and he did.

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For as long as she lived, Vanathi knew that she would never forget the feeling of the first press of her lord’s lips to her skin. 

Nor the wet heat of his mouth, soothing the scratchy sting of his beard as he traced tendrils of fire down the slope of her neck.

Nor the cold metal of his rings dragging over the sensitive curve of her waist as he pressed her body to arch against the warm weight of his bulky frame…

Vanathi felt herself descending into madness at his hands. 

“Natha,” she called out softly, the word slipping off her tongue so naturally - and Vanathi couldn’t even regret it seeing how her Arasan’s eyes flicked up, darkening in response. “This- this is dangerous.”

“Why is it dangerous,” he rasped out, pressing her only more firmly into him, “for me to lay siege to what’s mine?”

And to that, Vanathi had no answer - for she was his. Her eyes slid shut as she relaxed into him, and she felt her lord’s lips curve into an answering smile against her skin.

Her akka was right - they really did need to get married.

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The Gym Membership - Part 36 (Crosshair)

Summary: Layla spends time with the girls; while the guys continue their axe throwing.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

It took me a little long to edit this part, simply because I got caught up watching a movie. LOL. I know shameful.

Anyhew, enjoy.

Love oo

Warnings: Liquor, intoxication (please enjoy responsibly and do not drink and handle weaponry of any kind. These are fictional characters, if they hurt someone, I can just backspace. There's no backspace in real life), axe throwing discussions, drinking, innuendo, discussions of objectifying male bodies (the girls discussing their husbands/boyfriends), discussions of feelings, feelings of guilt. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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Rob spun the axe in his hand, before throwing it at the target. This was his and Crosshair’s tenth match; and right now the score was 9:1, mainly because Crosshair felt the guy should’ve at least won one. 

With each loss, Rob was getting more and more agitated while Crosshair kept taunting him, it was childish. Honestly, I was shocked to see these two acting like a couple of children. After a while, I walked over to the girls who were sitting at one of the tables drinking beer, eating some fries and nachos.

I sat beside Mel, popping in one of the fries from the table. I ordered a drink from the waitress, as I glanced around the table, enjoying the fact that everyone here was here for only one reason, to celebrate Avery’s accomplishments. 

“Having fun Layla?” Mel asked as she took a sip of some proper beer, now that she was no longer breastfeeding Violet and Iris was comfortable enough to be with a babysitter that wasn’t family, not to mention it’d been a while since she and Wrecker had a night out. She was trying her best  not to get too drunk, but watching Wrecker’s muscles flex, as he tossed the axe against the target, was making it very difficult not to just let her inhibitions go completely reckless. 

“I was until those two started acting like fools.” I motioned over my shoulder, to the two just in their own world. “Regardless, I’m glad everyone’s here for Avery.”

Mel reached over and rubbed Layla’s back, stroking her hair, “Of course, sweetie. We’ll always turn up for you and for Avery.”

“You know …” Zai motioned her hand, swaying it a little, she was a tiny bit tipsy. “When you get two men interested in the same woman, you’re going to have childish rivalry” she smirked as she popped a fry into her mouth, followed by another shot of tequila. “Am I wrong, ladies?” She directed the question to Mel, Sofie, and Layla; the three simply nodded as they each took a sip of their beer.

“I’m sure you’re wrong. Crosshair has disliked me for a long time, and I’ve certainly given him enough reasons to hate me. I mean we are just now on speaking terms, and … okay, yes things have gotten better. We are talking and texting more, but … that doesn’t necessarily mean … you know … I mean he was married to my sister. You’re way off base.” I clarified, waving my hand aside as I drank down my whiskey in one gulp, too nervous and too mortified my feelings may have seeped through. I motioned to the waitress ordering a refill, I needed another one to calm down my racing heart, the last thing I needed was for them to misunderstand our relationship. Plus, she was clearly drunk, and not thinking clearly. 

“Hmmm. Well, if you’re so sure, then can you explain why he keeps glancing over here to see if you’re paying attention?” Sofie teased as she took a sip of her drink. 

I glanced over my shoulder to see Crosshair’s eyes focused on his target, even from where I sat, I could tell they were penetrating and fully engrossed in his task. His muscles flexed under his shirt as he moved his arms, his biceps bulging from the slight movement. His jaw shifting ever so slightly as he chewed his toothpick, swishing it from one side to the other as he grinned a self-satisfying smirk at Rob. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull my eyes away, as I took note of how his long fingers gripped the handle of the axe, how his forefinger and middle finger straightened completely as he released the axe from his hand, and slowly curled into his palm. 

“Seems like something caught your eye, or maybe someone?” Mel chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows, her lips pulling into the warmest and most comforting smile I’d seen in a long time. I don’t know how to explain it, but she felt like family to me already. “Hey, I don’t blame you, Crosshair is a very attractive man, with a heart of gold. However, not that I’m disparaging against Cross, but have you seen my man, Wrecker’s arms?” She turned and was not ashamed to be ogling her husband, as she pointed out her favourite parts, “I mean look at how my man’s arms ripple with every movement. Look at that back, ”

“Easy Mel, don’t want to see you drool.” 

“Shut up, Zai. Like you’re not watching Hunter with eagle eyes, and admiring his own form.” Mel laughed as she glanced over to Zai, her cheeks and ears turning a deep pink, while Zai’s smiling pout and blush adorned her own features.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t. Just saying no one needs to see you drool. Plus,” Zai turned her head to admire her own man, “look how his hair falls perfectly every time he shifts, the way his stance brings out his thick thighs, and his tapered waist …” She couldn’t help chewing her thumbnail as she eyed Hunter up and down. 

“I think Mel’s not the only one who needs a napkin” Sofie giggled as she handed a napkin to each of the girls.

“Well, I’m sure you’re keeping your eye on Echo too, right?” I teased, enjoying how friendly they were amongst themselves. It was enjoyable to find women that didn’t judge me, didn’t make me feel less than I should’ve simply because I was pretty, or because I wasn’t like other women who enjoyed gossiping or trying to meddle.

“Of course, look at the way he moves …” Sofie’s eyes focused fully on Echo, as they shone with pure joy, “He moves with purpose, elegance, and determination; and not just when he’s standing there throwing an axe; when he’s dancing he’s the most graceful dancer I’ve ever seen.” 

“Are we talking vertical or horizontal dancing?” Zai teased, laughing as she took another swig of her beer. 

Sofie hid her face behind her glass, laughing, as Mel and Zai continued to tease her nonstop about Echo, as my eyes fell back over to Crosshair, watching as he and Rob had fallen into  some sort of heated debate. 

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