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soullessdianthus · 2 years

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hi so I saw that you write for tangerine and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind writing an older tangerine x younger fem reader (age gap) where they're both assassins but have bad blood however spicy smut ensues?

sorry if this is too much!

Author's note: Sorry, this took so long, but I'm currently moving out and it has been a mess. Anyways, here's a piece where you met the citrus brothers on a mission (after competing for a while), but the outcome was something you didn't expect at all. Something that won't be easily forgotten. Bon apetit.

Warnings: swearing, violence (canon typical), age gap?, choking 😳, smutty smut

Word count: 6.5k oops

P.S.: I checked it two times, might fix few grammar/spelling mistakes in next few days.

A cloudless night sky shimmered above your head, when you firmly closed the car doors behind you. Making sure the bottom of the evening dress wasn’t stuck in the vehicle, you carefully turned around and then took a step back onto the pavement. You smiled politely as the Uber driver started a new route, leaving you in front of a grand, neoclassicist building.

That night a sort of a charity gala was being hosted there, but everyone knew what kind of business was really going on under all that sugar coated image. Unselfish aid - well, not really in the twenty-first century. At least not by the filthy rich people.

But that evening, they were all there and you had to blend in. That was your role to play. The job, commissioned by your boss, was supposed to be quite easy. An old style theft of some jewelry, a sapphire of sorts. Not the most vulnerable or the biggest jewel in the word, but your commissioner insisted on this specific one. So to speak, your competition was thin.

In the great hall, a courtroom for a banquet, people were gathered. Young waiters and waitresses sneaking between the guests, dancing on their tiptoes almost. Last summer it was your job to collect an order and bring it as fast as you could to the customer at your local, prestigious restaurant.

Besides some bizzare and sometimes even brutal contracts, you continued to live a simple, student life. Taking a summer job or tutoring a highschooler, for example. But it began to happen less frequently than ever before, as your life began to change.

Ever since you met that annoying, British man from a different agency. And his equally odd brother.

Walking up the staircase to the ground floor, you collected the long dress with a cut on the left side, exposing your bare leg to the passers by. If it was an event held by the royal family, you would’ve been kicked out long ago. But happily it wasn’t.

After leaving your cloak in the foyer of the hotel, you slowly headed towards the room, where the main events were supposed to be held. And people had already gathered there.

You felt just like an actress (silly of you) - starring in an action movie, with all the thrill of a crime looming in the air. For a moment you forgot about all of the blood on your hands. Metaphorically, of course. You could not erase those sins. It was a path you could not just abandon.

One of the waiters, almost your peer, tried to persuade you to try some champagne from his silver tray. But you politely declined with a simple gesture of hand. Parents taught you well, not to drink while at work.

You continued to walk around the patio, carefully examining and remembering the surroundings. Playing a part of this higher society, you nodded a few times to the strangers passing by, exerting a sham of knowing each other. And until now, you hadn’t spotted anyone from your branch. No familiar faces. “Good, very good” you thought.

Your boss told you beforehand there shouldn’t be any competition with the jewel that night. And the boss was always right.

Almost.

─ Oh Goodness! Such a beautiful dress, my dear ─ exclaimed the elder lady, gripping on her purse through the white gloves. ─ Tell me, sweetheart, who designed it? Where did you get it?

─ That’s very kind of you, ma’am. ─ Your lips curled in a cheerful smile, while approaching the two older ladies, standing near the cocktail table. ─ But I’m afraid I cannot help you. You see, this is my mother’s dress, when she was my age. It's a vintage piece.

─ Oh, that’s very lovely, keeping the traditions from generation to generation. I wish my son would wear his father’s cufflinks from time to time. ─ The second lady interfered, after finishing her glass of champagne.

─ Have you been to the rooftop yet? ─ She changed the subject quicker than you could even proceed.

─ No, I haven’t, ma’am. Is there something worth bothering about? ─ You asked her, still keeping that cheerful smile on your young face.

Your “colleagues” would insult you (or rather joke about you) with many things about your age or experience, but even though you were barely half their age, you knew how to get people to fall under your charm.

─ Of course you should see it! They have lovely gardens there, quite exotic. One of the best ones in the whole of London.

─ Then, shall we go there then? ─ You proposed to the nice ladies, straightening your knees.

─ Only if we’re not boring you to death, dear.

─ There is plenty of time until the main event begins, I’d like to see something other than the ground floor.

In the company of two lovely, but strangely intriguing, old women you traveled to the top of the building to see the flowers they were so excited about. And after a short walk with them you had to agree that the garden was quite interesting. Even for such a layman you were about the flowers.

But the night was cold and you had to excuse your company at the rooftop, as you left your coat at the foyer. The cut of the dress made it even worse - your shoulders were showing, shivering because of the cold air. Besides, you had a job to do.

You entered the elevator and began to go back down, only to be stopped by someone from the outside on the tenth (or was it eleventh?) floor.

Something was off. You couldn’t tell why, but you knew someone was coming. Behind those metal doors. The tension was building up, until the gates opened silently to the sides, exposing two well dressed men, now standing in front of you.

─ Well, look who it is. ─ Said the man with a thick mustache above his upper lip, placing his hands inside the pockets of his trousers.

─ See? I told you, mate. Wouldn’t have mistaken her with someone else.

─ Excuse me, gentlemen. ─ Your response was quick. There was no time or need for a confrontation with those guys. Again. So you tried to force your way out of that elevator, but the taller, dark skinned man grabbed you by your arms and pushed back inside the metal box heading down.

No, you didn’t have a gun. It wasn’t “that” kind of job with the jewel. You didn’t need a gun, because nobody was supposed to die. Besides, it was too loud for a place like that.

You tried to pass again, by pushing him away, but the damn golem wouldn’t move. So you swiftly hit under the man's ribs and swung to strike again. But he foresaw this and gripped your fist, pushing you inside the box.

Brothers stepped inside and you found yourself locked without an exit.

─ Gentlemen ─ the brunette repeated mockingly with a little giggle ─ she's sweet. She really is.

─ Are you looking for trouble? ─ Tightening a grip on your baggie, you slightly narrowed your brows. These two happened to appear in the middle of your last few commissions, putting your plans into ruins, so naturally, you were pissed to see them again.

“Putting the plan into ruins” was the most subtle description you could give to what they've done. You always fulfilled your contracts, but the way you planned to do so. On your terms. But those two happened to show up in the middle of a plan, make a lot of noise and run off.

The elevator started to go down again.

─ Do you, love? ─ He snapped back, taking a step towards you.

─ What are you doing here? ─ You asked a bit irritated, by the dismissive tone of his voice.

─ Another day, another contract. ─ Lemon, the portly one, interrupted as you and his brother didn’t mean to end the staring contest.

─ What is your contract, to be exact? So we won’t disturb each other.

─ Whoa, whoa, slow down, girl ─ Tangerine slightly waved with his hand flat, golden rings shimmering around his fingers ─ you think we’re gonna answer to you, after what happened lately in Budapest? Do you recall that, sweetheart?

─ It was Vienna. ─ You corrected him, tension slowly leaving your muscles. There was no sign of an upcoming fight. If they were here to kill specifically you, they would have done that already. There wouldn’t be a time for small talk like such.

The number on a panel above the buttons changed to the third floor. You were almost there. In a moment you will be able to get away from them and focus on your tonight's mission.

─ Ah, Vienna. Right, right.

─ Well, that wasn’t my fault, you two ─ your finger pointed at brothers ─ were sloppy and messed up your part. I just finished my own contract.

Well, it wouldn’t have happened, if you weren’t on plain fuckin’ sight and did not interrupt the adults doing their fuckin’ job. - Lemon gestured with his hands, getting visibly annoyed by your denial.

Well, you just told them the truth, they fucked up last time. It wasn’t your doing. Well, not that particular time, not in Vienna.

─ I’m sorry, “adults”? That’s what you call yourself? ─ You needed a clarification, did you miss heard? Was he making fun of you somehow?

─ Don’t fuck with us, kid.

─ Oh, fuck off, Lemon. ─ You answered irritably as the doors opened, welcoming you three to the ground floor. A line of impatient guests waited until you left the cabin.

Lemon’s choice of words angered you. Yes, you were very young for such a profession, but your age did not determine your abilities. For some time you had a mentor, who taught you well. And your actions were excellent proof of that.

Finally getting out of the elevator, you took advantage of the situation - happening to be in a crowded place. You swiftly passed them all, leaving brothers behind. While blending in with the other guests on the patio, you took a glimpse over your shoulder. For a brief moment your eyes locked with Tangerine’s blue irises.

Your heart froze when he traced your path. You had to disappear, quickly.

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You found yourself staring through the massive window, viewing the busy street during night time. Heavy raindrops were dripping from a glass wall onto a windowsill.

Thoughts corrupted you so much that you had to shake your head slightly, trying to get back into your senses. You stood in one place for too long, what clearly angered your inner perfectionism. But why were you distracted? It rarely happened since your very first few missions.

Happily for you it didn’t last too long and all preparations have been done by that time. Now you just had to wait for the auctions to begin, so you could start the operation.

The jewel was being kept on a sort of exposition in one of the lobbies - a small room, next to the patio (one of few actually). Two security cameras, which you’ve already plugged to a remote to loop their image when needed and only two bodyguards walking around the area.

You sneaked to the hotel earlier that week, disguised as a waitress, so you could take a look at the surroundings and disturb some vires in CCTV around that place.

After all, your boss gave you a few decent tips, but the executive part was on your side.

Your legs kept the same pace as before - firm, but not fast. Confident, but not attention seeking. Although your ankles began to feel numb after those hours in heels.

And then, out of bloom, while you were passing the corridor leading to the bathrooms, you felt a strong grip tightening around your arm. Mysterious force dragged you to the resting area (just in front of the toilets), while you stumbled upon your own legs and dropped the little baggie on the floor.

─ Christ! ─ You hissed, when you finally found your balance again. Not a single living soul was around besides you and Tangerine. The British man was still holding your arm, standing between you and the pathway to the patio. ─ Let go.

─ Not so quick, sunshine. We should talk first, you know.

─ Oh, we’ve already talked, big man. Time is nagging, I have to go.

Your free hand immediately swung at his right ribs, covered by white, evening chemise and a beautiful jacket from the tailor. There was no intention to start a fight, but he was stubborn and you were afraid of the shortage of time. So the punch was supposed to be a warning.

As your fist met with his ribcage, the brunette bent a bit in half and loosen the grip on your arm. And as the opportunity occured, you started to walk away.

Only when you turned your back at him, Tangerine took a step forward and entangled his both hands around your waist and throat. The second placement worried you more.

How could you let that happen? Turning your back away? “How stupid!” you scolded yourself.

He pulled you backwards so hard that you bumped your back into his torso and chest. A silent sigh escaped your mouth as he spread his ringed fingers on your windpipe.

The jewelry was cold just like the air outside the hotel, making your skin twitch.

Tangerine was taller than you. He was also older and more advanced than you. Which really made you uneasy. If he only wanted to, he could be a serious threat.

─ Tsk, that wasn’t nice. Listen, we really need to know, what the fuck you’re doin’ here tonight, sweetheart.

─ Why are you so persistent? ─ You asked him, annoyed at the fact he kept his hand tightly not only on your throat, but also your waist, tugging you close to him. You also let your accent slip out, because of it.

Desperate you tried to yank away from the big man. You really wanted to get out of that situation as fast as possible, because it made you blush. The fact you liked the way he held you.

This time your both arms were absolutely free. So gathering some force in one of your elbows, you stabbed him in his stomach. The first one wasn’t fully successful so you continued to hammer his torso until he’d finally free you.

There was a brief moment, when his hands loosen up and you turned around to face him. He swung his right fist near your head, which now was - a serious threat.

You backed away a few steps - keeping the distance, but he followed your trace, throwing his fists a few more times. His bright eyes had a mysterious and distracting charm in them.

You continued to back away, but the distance between you two suddenly reduced, so you swung your right knee at his thigh, near the groin. Unfortunately, he was able to block the hit, grasping on your uncovered leg. He tossed it in his hand, almost playfully, locking your thigh between his elbow.

And then he charged at you, forcing you to back away even faster, until your back met with the stone wall. His other hand found itself on your exposed neck one more time, pinning your body down.

Being “cornered” and left with little choices, you pulled out a dagger out from the garter. It was the right time to do so.

─ Why are you so feisty, huh? ─ Tangerine said calmly, correcting his grip on your leg. ─ I really don’t want to punch a woman, for fuck sake.

─ Pardon me, I’ve been taught so.

─ Oh, but you still have a lot to learn, honey. Now tell me, will you ─ his eyes loomed inside yours, searching for sympathy ─ what’s your fuckin’ target.

─ On three, then we both say. Seems fair.

─ You’re not the one to negotiate, sunshine, considering I have a hand on your pretty neck. And a thigh of yours. ─ He added after looking up and down at you like a piece of goose meat.

─ But I have a knife pointed at your kidney, so what will it be? Equals?

There was silence for a short moment between you and Tangerine. For a very brief moment, but the escalating tension made it impossible for you to keep looking him straight in the eyes.

God bless, he lowered his head down, turning it slightly to the sides - meaning Tangerine gave in the further argument.

─ You never disappoint me, love ─ the man giggled, making his mustache twitch. ─ Fuck it. On three, you ready?

─ One. ─ You started counting, still being highly alerted of your surroundings. Of him. ─ Two. Three.

─ Birdwhistle. ─ He chanted a surname unknown to you.

─ Stuart’s Sapphire.

You both exclaimed at the same time, tension instantly leaving your bodies. That evening your paths weren’t crossed.

─ Jesus Christ ─ brunette man cursed, while releasing the air from his lungs ─ couldn’t you just say that earlier?

Tangerine let go of your exposed neck and led your leg carefully back to the floor. Now that you stood firm on the ground, you fixed the material of your dress and hid the dagger back under the garter.

─ Well, couldn’t you clarify earlier, that you and your brother are not here to assassinate me or my mission? After violently reminding me about Vienna?

─ Why would I? I kinda enjoy your company, sweetheart. Never fails to entertain. ─ The British man said, handing you the bag you’ve dropped.

─ How splendid. Thanks.

“I’m not sure if Lemon could say the same about my fellowship” you thought.

Only when you two wanted to leave the resting area, the bathroom door swung open and the old lady emerged from the inside. Your heart froze for a second.

─ Oh, Miss Caldwell! ─ Exclaimed the short lady, who discussed the matter of flowers with you earlier. The surname was fake of course. ─ Aren’t you going for the main event? It’s about to start.

─ We’ve been just heading there, but I needed to re-do my hair. You know how it is, ma’am ─ you smiled cheerfully, getting right back into your role. ─ Have you met my fiance August, Mistress Dolores?

You falsely presented Tangerine, before she could even ask about it. This way, the old lady wouldn’t have much time to overthink his persona.

Without even hesitating, the brunette gently shook her hand. He jumped straight into the fake personality you just gave him. Tangerine got so much into playing his part of a fiance, that he even put his left hand around your waist, resting it on your hip.

And for a moment you felt the same way as when your bodies were entangled together in a scuffle minutes before. You felt too comfortable around him - he was your competitor for fuck’s sake.

─ Then we shall go back. I wouldn’t want to miss such an opportunity. ─ Tangerine encouraged you to move forward, slowly leading to the great hall. He exposed his free elbow in your direction, inviting you to take it. So you did.

─ You’ll have to excuse me, I have to go into that crowd and find my husband, first ─ Mr. Dolores explained, as she got visibly worried. ─ Before he gets lost. Again.

─ Understably, ma’am.

And just like she appeared out of nowhere, she blended in the colorful and extravagant crowd of guests.

─ So ─ Tangerine cleared his throat ─ we’re playin’ in one team, darlin’? No more scuffles?

While finishing, he looked at you with his eyes made of ice and a manner you could no longer describe. He still kept his hand on your hip, leading you during your walk together. It irritated you a bit and you wondered - was he always acting this cocky?

─ You and your brother do what you have to do and I’ll stick to my stuff. Everyone gets what they want. Seems cool, right, Mr. Bond? ─ You jokingly addressed him. Turning your head, you caught him staring at you, which sent some shivers down your spine.

─ Seems cool. We’ll finally have some pleasant memories together, won’t we, love?

You sent him a quick, cheeky smile, before leaving him behind.

Brunette Britishman brought his hands to himself, placing them in his pockets as you walked away from him. It was high time to pursue tonight's commissions. The auctions had started and Mr. Birdwhistle was about to pass out drunk. He had to find Lemon fast, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you in that evening dress.

Oh, that fucking dress. It almost made him go insane.

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She patiently waited.

Waited until the bodyguards would get bored with keeping an eye on some blue jewel that nobody came to see. One of them decided to go on a break, leaving only one man on the post. The universe has blessed you.

Now it was a matter of minutes. You had to remove the other guy from the camera’s lens. So while heading to the lobby with the exhibition, you lit up a cigarette and inhaled it a single time. Then threw it into the nearest bin and waited until the other rubbish caught the flames.

Only when you saw the smoke coming out of the metal container did you continue the plan. Acting a bit lost and concerned.

─ Is anyone here, hello? ─ You started asking for help, almost approaching your final destination. And there he was, a bodyguard leaving his post. ─ Oh, God gracious! I think there is a small fire in that bin. Can you help that, sir?

The man said nothing but regardless, he went to see what caused the smoke. During that time you’ve managed to loop the image, so you wouldn’t be seen on the CCTV. By the time you stepped in, the security was gone - probably went for the fire-extinguisher.

You’ve already put gloves on (not to leave any fingertips) and started to unlock the glass cabinet. When it finally popped open, you grabbed the jewel from the little, red pillow and replaced it with the cheaper replica from your baggie.

Then you quickly positioned it at the exhibition, locked it up and removed your gloves. Everything was looking fine, so you decided to leave. The security guy was coughing on the white fog that put out the fire you started. Little pyromaniac.

You stood in one place, waiting for him to finish, so he would think you stayed there all this time. That you hadn’t just got into the lobby, he was supposed to look after.

─ So we don’t need firefighters after all ─ you giggled, passing by him. ─ Should I inform someone?

─ That won’t be necessary, ma’am. Thank you.

You proceed to leave the area, to go back to the main hall, where almost everyone gathered. Only when you turned around the corner, you recovered the cameras to its original state.

The commission was almost completed. Now you just had to deliver it within 48 hours to the messenger or something like this. And when it’s done, you’ll finally have some white wine.

You passed through the whole crowd of excited people and found yourself near the roofed part of the patio, when you turned around to take a look at the scene - at the valuable and collectable items they were selling off. Suddenly you bumped into someone, while continuing to walk and not looking forward.

─ I’m so sorry. ─ You started to apologize just before realizing who you just bumped into.

─ Don’t be, love. It’s always nice to see you. ─ Tangerine’s smile was highlighted by the movement of his mustache, when his hand locked you close to him.

─ Very funny. Is it done?

There was no time for him to answer as the scream for a far filled the whole room. The lead person of the auctions stopped, while the gathered people began to speculate.

─ Oh, I see.

─ Lemon’s already outside and I have to disappear too ─ Tangerine looked around nervously, which was uncommon for him. But by squeezing your arms he brought you closer and placed a short kiss on your cheek. ─ Take care, sunshine.

You stood there mortified as he merged with the disturbed guests of the hotel. The place he had just kissed pleasantly burned and your cheeks blushed. “What was that? A fucking farewell?” you also wondered if he was toying with you.

And then, out of bloom, something made you check your baggie. Which was slightly opened as it turned out. Not panicking yet (but almost), you started to search for it. But only found out that Britishman in fact stole your sapphire, leaving a piece of paper instead.

─ Bastard!

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You wandered across the sixth floor searching for room number “610”, because a note the Britishman left in your bag suggested you to search exactly here. Your feet hurt more than ever. With every step, the heels dug into the carpet flooring and your chafed heel felt like burning.

But your suffering was awarded the second you’ve noticed silver, a three digit number on the door - 610.

You stopped upon the frame and knocked a few times, not realizing those knocks put together made a cheerful melody. While waiting for something to happen, you couldn’t decide how to manage the situation - to be mad and feisty or to turn it all into a joke.

But when he finally appeared in the doorframe, all your anger was gone. There was something else instead.

─ Lovely, I was wondering if you’d come. ─ Tangerine moved aside. His hand politely pointed to the inside, welcoming you. An invitation you didn’t reject.

─ You have stolen something from me.

─ Oh yes ─ brunette closed the door behind your back and proceeded to head to the counter nearby. Then he handed you a small, navy crystal. ─ Here you go, love.

You turned it around with your fingers, searching for any marks or cracks indicating it’s fake. But you hadn’t found any.

─ That’s all? You just… gave it back to me?

─ Yeah, sorry about that, love. I’ve some ongoing kleptomaniac issues.

Brunette man stood in front of you, in the middle of the hotel room. His jacket was lying folded in half on a seat back. No creases could be seen.

His chemise, on the other hand, was slightly opened, exposing his collarbone and partially his chest. The new vest fitted him perfectly.

─ I see. You’re off duty or is your brother waiting outside?

─ Lemon? Nah, he left. My brother wanted to sleep somewhere else.

─ Somewhere he hadn’t killed someone, hm?

─ Exactly.

─ But you don’t mind.

─ Not really, no ─ Tangerine took a deep breath out. ─ Listen, darlin’, you clearly want to ask me something that is bothering you ─ you opened your lips to intervene, but the Britishman was quicker. ─ You’d leave otherwise. You won back your little jewel, didn’t you?

“Fair point, Mr. Bond” you thought to yourself “then why am I still here?”. You placed the bag on the closest cabinet, tightly securing it before that.

─ Since we’re both finished tonight ─ you started the sentence, calmly and carefully collecting your thoughts ─ what was that?

─ What?

─ The patio? After you’ve put your sticky hands in my bag?

Quite suddenly the man cupped your face with both of his hands. Moment later he placed a long kiss on your lips, this time directly on them. You’ve expected his mustache to irritate you, but the outcome was quite the opposite. You’ve never melted like that through the kiss.

You knew you desired more, but afraid to let go, you turned your head away to the side, breaking the kiss.

─ Stop treating me like some… pet or something. Jesus, Tangerine.

─ A fuckin’ what? ─ An older man could not hold his short laugh back, while his hands lowered onto your shoulders.

─ You’re having a laugh, huh? You all do.

─ No one’s laughin’ at you, sweetheart. And if they do, I’m gonna smash their fuckin’ noses into bloody mush. Because I like you, darlin’. I really do. ─ The Britishman was dead serious, when he put his whole hand against your chest. Christ’s sake, his hand was so warm.

─ I thought you despised me.

─ Despise you? Why would I, eh?

─ I don’t know, I’m being annoying sometimes?

─ Yeah, well, sometimes. Only when you’re teasing me like this, princess.

You gripped both sides of his vest, pulling him closer into a kiss. Both of you hungirly searched for each other's lips, taking only a short breaks in between.

His long fingers traveled across your sides and its curves. Tangerine’s hands grinded on your hips, crumpling the material of your evening dress.

─ Would you mind, stayin’ here for tonight? ─ He asked you, caressing the outline of your jaw with his right hand.

─ But only for tonight.

You weren’t prepared for him to grab your thighs at their tops, inviting you to wrap your legs around his hips. He held you close and tight, when your shoes fell off your heels onto the carpet floor.

As the Britishman slowly made his way to the closest cabinet near the wall, you continued to leave a trace of kisses from his cheeks until the earlobe. Few hours ago, you wouldn’t even imagine - that now you were entangled around Tangerine’s body.

He placed you carefully on the edge of counter’s top. While the brunette stood close between your legs, he swiftly took off his vest and just threw it behind him. With no folding. God, he was desperate.

Tangerine places his hand on the inner side of your thigh, but before he went further, he locked his blue eyes with yours. Wordlessly he asked you for permission. And you gave him another long, passionate kiss as an answer.

─ Ladies first, eh?

His slender fingers slipped through your panties and dipped deeper between the folds. His gentle touch made you slightly twitch. But not in an unpleasant way, more in relief.

─ Show me, sunshine ─ he said calmly, nibbing on the skin of your neck ─ how to touch you. Show me.

One of your hands left the cabinet’s edge and you placed it above his palm and knuckles, so you could guide his two fingers. You guided him a few slow motions around the clit that already made you gasp.

After a while he caught on and continued on his own, while you clutched on his white chemise, poking out the trousers. Brunette’s other hand secured your hip, while he showered you in kisses - his facial hair tickling your skin.

Even though he caged you with his body, you’ve never felt so safe around anybody. Never.

─ Like this, y-yes. ─ You encouraged him.

Few minutes later, you were so close to an edge. Your whole body relaxed and you couldn’t hide the little moans no more. Tangerine guessed you were close to your high. He placed his other hand on the side of your face (covering almost all of it), bringing your head to his forehead. Your hair was now messy, but it didn’t matter.

─ I’ve desired you long before Vienna, love.

─ I know. ─ You almost stuttered saying that, as you’ve finally reached your beautiful climax.

You took in a few sharp breaths, when you crossed your sighs again. All this time he kept his hand on your face in a comforting manner. And you acknowledged that he was smiling under that mustache. No more grumpy Britishman.

Both of you waited a moment, giving you the time to come down from the high, as your dingling from the edge legs were shaking. But when you were feeling alright again, he helped you get on the ground.

You grabbed his hand and led towards the other part of the hotel room. By the way, checking if the curtains were closed. You stopped at the edge of the bed, turning around to face him.

Slowly you unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, exposing his torso to you. A golden necklace swung between his collarbones and a few tattoos, you didn’t know about, were undiscovered.

He patiently waited there, letting you walk around him and explore his body with your fingertips. But he grew impatient, as a growl escaped his lips. You combed his dark brown hair, before coming back where you initially stood. Then you started to undo his matching trousers.

Tangerine vividly slid them off along his socks and shoes. His already half hardened cock was visible under the boxers’ material.

─ Sweet Jesus, now it’s my turn, love. ─ He said, eagerly looking at you. Brunette turned you around and unzipped the dress that tempted him so much. You let it slide past your ankles.

Lack of coverage exposed a garter with a dagger still in it.

─ We won’t need that, won’t we, darlin’? ─ Older man took it out and threw it aside. Tangerine stepped even closer to you, as you tried to take off your underwear. He followed your movements with his boxers. ─ Come ‘ere.

No more invitations were needed. He welcomed you with open arms. You tucked your hair behind an ear, while you were almost swallowed by his eager kisses. Then, he once again lifted you up, so you just sat on his hips and he made his way to the bed.

The man placed you gently onto the soft sheets and quickly climbed over you. He placed his hands on both sides of your head, resting on his forearms, so he could lean closer to you.

─ Fuckin’ hell, you’re so delicious ─ Tangerine asked, right after nibbling on your hardened nipples. ─ You okay, love?

─ Very much.

Your hand found a way up the base of his neck. Once again you ran through his curly hair with your fingers. He smelled like whiskey and wood’s smoke.

─ I’m glad to hear that, sweetheart. ─ He positioned himself and with determined, but not violent movement he buried his length within your cunt.

It wasn’t painful, you were already wet from the foreplay, but the feeling of stretching made you gasp. You clenched on his arm as he started to thrust his hips against your pelvis.

─ You’re so beautiful, you know?

─ Oh God ─ you moaned shamefully, when he shifted his position - I am?

─ Yeah ─ Tangerine’s weight was on top of you (his form perfectly fitting to your body), but you didn’t mind. As long as he was close to you, holding your tight. ─ Especially when you make those lil noises.

The man continued to thrust against you, letting some growls escape his own lips. The sensation of your warm and welcoming womanhood, made him closer to his pleasure. So you squeezed his biceps, letting him know you wanted to change position.

He was moving freely, following the movements of your body. He comfortably half sat, his back resting on the pillow. While still joined together in an act of pleasure, you straddled him which only pushed his cock deeper inside you.

You made that obvious by tilting a little bit forward. Not mentioning you opened your mouth.

─ You alright, love? ─ He asked to make sure.

─ Mhm. ─ You muttered, enhancing your position atop of him.

Your legs felt like jellies, from the overstimulation beforehand and from the things you wanted to do to him. Your hands rested on his broad and bit hairy chest.

─ Left you speechless, hun?

─ Now it’s my turn, lover boy ─ you explained, when you’ve finally got used to his length buried inside your walls. ─ Let me make you happy.

Tangerine placed his hands on your hips, supporting your position. He already knew what you intended. And only after you sat on your heels, you started to ride him.

His facial expression quickly changed when you moved just the way he needed it. You quite quickly found the pace to go with and started to enjoy yourself too.

Louder moans escaped your pretty mouth as you continued to ride a “cowboy”.

─ Oh fuck, yes ─ he stuttered loudly, his right hand blindly searching for your bouncing breast. ─ Like this, yes.

You continued to sway your hips against him, as you two grew closer together. He leaned forward, holding you tight. Tangerine’s and your breaths became shorter and shallower. You wished that night could last forever.

You once again gained your climax thanks to that man, who followed you right after, buckling his hips for more. Your thighs shivered uncontrollably and your wet cunt clenched around his cock milking it dry. Tangerine unintentionally harsly gripped on your hips, leaving little marks indicating - you’re his.

In the moment of your biggest pleasure you whined his real name, not the alias. And it really moved him. Deeply.

─ Good girl ─ brunette praised you, while you brushed his now ruined hair back. ─ You alright, love?

─ Quite alright, can’t you see? ─ You jokingly said almost breathlessly.

─ I see quite fuckin’ fine, thanks, hun. Now, come ‘ere. Come.

The Britishman guided you to come back down, supporting your forearms so you could lean onto him. You were gracious for his help as you could barely feel your tired legs.

He stayed in a half sitting position, while you lied down on your side. His strong arm invited you to different type of affection, so you cuddled up to his side and rested your head on his chest. His heart was still beating uncommonly fast.

Brunette held you close to him, so your body heat kept you warm. Meanwhile all of this Tangerine pulled the sheets on you both, covering the naked bodies.

─ I really enjoyed myself tonight ─ you stated, when you finally collected yourself. ─ Thank you.

─ Oh, you fuckin’ did, yeah ─ Tangerine smiled through his thick mustache, you could tell that. ─ But I did too. Yeah, it’s been a fuckin’ ride with you.

Britishman continued to caress his soft hand with rings against the skin of your arm that was sticking out from the sheets.

─ Oh, sweetheart, I am so sorry for…

─ Don’t worry about that ─ you interrupted him with a cheerful smile, knowing what he wanted to say. ─ I think I might actually like you after all, Tangerine.

The confession made you blush immediately. And even more when you looked up at him and realized he was watching you all this time. His other hand cupped your cheek again and his facial expression became a bit more serious than before.

─ I want you to be mine, darlin’. Mine.

─ I’m already yours, silly bastard.

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #reader insert #request

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spacetravels · 2 years

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hello! so i absolutely LOVED that mermaid au huntlow comic you drew; i was wondering if you had any more headcanons/ideas/world building/art for that au that you’d be willing to share?? i’m just a sucker for mer!aus AND huntlow, and yours was pretty much the first/only one i came across and i have a mighty need for that combo 🥹🥰

ps. i’m in sO MUCH LOVE with your art style aaaahhh 🥹🥹🥰🥰✨✨✨

wahh thank you 🥺💖 !! the au idea itself was the prompt i got for the valentines event, but i latched onto it so excitedly cuz i’ve been dying for AGES to figure out a huntlow merm AU so i am super grateful to my giftee LOL i do have some ideas about it :]

here’s my initial design sketches for hunter & willow tho so this isn’t All Text

but my major ideas are like. willow’s an ecologist with kind of fantastical dreams of proving the existence of mermaids cause when she was a child she nearly drowned but was saved by what she believes is a mermaid, so it’s been a lowkey obsessive hunt for proof while conducting research for her uni thesis lol

meanswhile hunter’s a mermaid prince and is often out on scouts (both of his own insistence and the convenience of keeping him out of his uncle’s way) because he’s too curious for his own good…! very much ariel-esque in wanting to explore the surface/see what’s out in the world but is confined by like . the expectation that he’ll take over the throne someday. he doesn’t want that tho he wants to live his own life…

uhhh they meet by accident the first time cuz hunter got too bold seeing a human and it was like. pointing spider-man meme. the comic i drew is their technical second meeting, where they finally speak to each other hehe…

other things: willow’s staying at a lighthouse with longtime penpal luz, who’s been trying to find proof of mermaids for ages (they met on an online forum after willow was rescued and have shot theories back n forth ever since)

amity & gus are mermaids in the high court—gus is hunter’s advisor and closest friend, amity is hunter’s academic rival but in a fun friendly way and writes humanfic based on books that have made their way to the mer realm

is hunter the mermaid who saved willow and thus sparked their mutual interest in each other’s existence? 😳? is water wet? who knows—

#amanda answers #huntlow #thank uuui for asking heh heh

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Raven, helloooo i’m doing a runaround tumblr to showcase my admiration for my favorite writers on tumblr, and you get one~!

Can I just start off by saying you're incredibly insightful and intelligent?? Your ability to grasp onto character qualities and understand each of them is incredible! Your characterization is always on point. I'd think you are a script writer from the original! I love coming across any of your theories on a character, analysis which always seem canon, or your writings! Romantic or just daily shenanigans between characters all of it is so amazing!! I love each of them! Your writing style is so smooth and fun to read! Its both detailed and telling, but also shown and displayed with the characters actions. You give them life and I love that!

You're also so incredibly patient with your audience! Your willingness to learn is also endearing and I think in general you're a really good person I enjoy seeing come up! Your content is very re-readable in my opinion and I think your blog is wonderful aesthetic wise too! It gives a sense of curiosity and liveliness. Also I adore your oc too~ I love seeing the content of her!

To conclude, I really enjoy seeing any and all of your content and keep up the wonderful work <3 be sure to take breaks as well!

For some context, I recieved this ask towards the tail end of TWST’s third anniversary (around March 18th). Back then, I was very stressed between writing Sebek’s birthday one-shot, alt!dorm headcanons, and general irl business… so the timing of this ask was coincidentally perfect 🥺 It was a nice little pick-me-up to help me through that mentally demanding period, so I’m really thankful that it came when it did!! (If I seem a little more emotional than usual, that’s why 😅)

The next thing I want to say is thank you very much for the highly detailed feedback!! 🙏 I appreciate it when my readers let me know what they think of my work—and while I’ll always like seeing a “good job” or a “you write well”, it’s the very explicit feedback that I enjoy the most. “You did a good job with X! You wrote this well!” It lets me know what specifically my strengths are, and gives me ideas on how to improve in the future or where I may be lacking or not as strong.

I’m glad that you like my works (creative writing, theories, analyses) so much!! TWST has become my hyperfixation these last few years, so I’m grateful that I have a space where I can just shout about it and overanalyze it to heck and back. It feels so therapeutic to be able to share this passion with others!

dhscuwxnks It’s an honor to be told that my stuff seems canon or that it makes you think I’m actually a writer on the dev team 😭 I feel like it’s usually hard for fans to see how much time and effort content creators put into their craft; they just see the end product, consume it, and then wait for the next product to come out only to repeat the cycle. It’s really nice to know that people notice all the work I put in to tru and capture the essence of the TWST characters and their canon. I basically try to wiggle into their mind spaces 😳

We hold TWST near and dear to our hearts, and I want to have others experience that same fondness when they read my works. The smiles and the sobs we’ve had with the NRC boys are universal experiences; I’m glad that I’m able to share such a thing with my readers. I think people sometimes underestimate just how much forms of art can touch us at our very cores; they can be so memorable that someone reading your fic or looking at your art can remember exactly where they were when they first consumed your work. Creations can leave an impact on the world and the people who look upon it!

Sometimes I’ve been told I’m too patient 😂 but I’m relieved that it seems like my patience is seen as a virtue?? I’m used to giving advice and being the voice of reason to others, so I guess that extended into my fandom life. If people find that useful, then I’m happy to be of help and that I didn’t step on any toes! I want my words to guide others into making determinations that feel are right to them, not tell them how they “should” feel or think.

I like to learn because I realize there’s a lot I don’t know. Just as I give knowledge and advice, I’d also like to receive it 🎵 If I think about it… the patience makes me one part Trey, and the curiosity and willingness to learn makes me one part Lilia?

Not gonna lie, I’m still struggling to find that “perfect” blog theme for me… but I’m happy that you also like the little technical things like how the blog is laid out and looks. (I’m very invested in my blog’s theming and Alice in Wonderland motifs!! 💪)

I’m also working on getting more comfortable with sharing content of my OC 🥲 I’ve mentioned this before, but I feel guilty when I mention Miss Raven because some part of me realizes that most people are here for general TWST stuff, not her. Even though this is my blog and I can do whatever I want with it, this still makes me feel like I’m somehow being selfish… which I know is a ridiculous way of thinking, so I’m trying to combat it!!

Once again, thank you for this valuable feedback, I hope you didn’t mind me rambling 🥺 I’ll definitely be looking back on this to reflect!! And I’ll try to take breaks, but no promises in case I can’t keep it—

#notes from the writing raven #feedback for the writing raven

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First off your Crave series is so good I love your writing style and how you write every character 💯

I can't help, but wonder what would happen if Clara ended up falling for William's bunny. 😳

OH MY GOD,, first of all THANKK YOU ANON youre so sweet <3 BUT OH MY GOD

the only way i can see that ending is like in COMPLETE disaster LOLL

will isn't shy about how much he hates his ex, at least behind closed doors. He credits her as a large part of why his life was "ruined". They met in college and Clara accidentally got pregnant with Michael right before them two graduated. So what William thought was gonna be just a free-for-all after school ended up being a dad to a kid he hated with a wife he hated even more. Even though Clara didn't do anything wrong, William was like,, convinced she did it on purpose to ruin his life

THAT BEING SAID, we all know that will loves his bunny very much. maybe a little too much,, but i'm not gonna get into that here loll. He feels threatened by any little thing that might come between you and him, and likes to be in control of everything

So if somehow Clara were to have eyes for his bunny (not that I think she ever would, but in this hypothetical situation), i just,,, i can't see anyone getting out of the situation unscathed. Like, both physically and mentally.

If you thought he was obsessed with you before OHHHHHHH BOY. you wouldn't even know the half of it.

youd be stuck between a rock and a hard place, they'd both be so sweet and loving with you. Clara just seems so genuine about it, but william is just so charming, its hard to say no to either one of them.

But can i just say,, poor Michael man LOLLLL

#IM SRY IF THIS WASNT WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR ANON #feel free to send in another ask if you want!! if i didnt talk abt smth you wanted me to #but POOR MICHAEL MAN HES BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH #FREE HIM #yall seem to really like clara tho lolll #NOT THAT THATS BAD #ITS JUST CUTE TO SEE

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racfoam · 1 year

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Hi rac! Recently I found out that Tolstoy's war and peace is 580k words or something and checked nynn's word count it's 360k and we are still at Harriet's summer before 5th year. So I am kinda rooting and hoping that nynn thoroughly squash war and peace in word count. No pressure though I just thought at the word pace you are going by the time Harriet's in her 6th year and eventually fall in love with voldemort you will exceed 580k.

Maybe if you exceed 580k I'll try to read war and peace again. last time I tried I gave up after 10 pages which I sometimes find hard to believe because I read your fic in a day.

So I just want to say you are a great writer. Hope you have a great weekend

Hello!

Oh, I have not read Tolstoy's War and Peace, and woow, it has 580k words? 😳 Of a book?! That must be about more than 800 pages depending on the format.

Hang on, you read nynn in a day? You are superhuman, my friend.

Awww, that is flattering that you hope nynn surpasses it. I am hoping that by 580k they'll finally kiss but I’m probably wrong. Ah, do you remember when I said it will only be 5 chapters of summer arc before Harry gets to Hogwarts.

Haha, good times.

Speaking of literature, I know I devoured Crime and Punishment in high school. Nobody could get through it, but I just couldn't stop reading. Of course, I only started reading it 3 days before the deadline, haha 😅 so I didn’t finish the last 50 pages but read the summary of the ending. I came back to it after the exam bcs I just had to know the details ie read the paragraphs. I think the way I write was very influenced by the literature I read in those high school years of my life.

I love when books have descriptions regarding action sequences, the surrounding, symbolism, psychology of the character and etc which are highly found in Russian and Norwegian literature. For Norwegian I only read Jo Nesbo's Snowman but I loved all the detailed descriptions of the city...

So I think Russian & Norwegian novels from back then are my favourite, as well as Jane Austen. They definitely influenced my writing style, which is why I wrote so much for nynn. Even now when I look back, I'm amazed by my own vocabulary and how I weaved sentences, the tension, the descriptions, Harry’s emotions...

Sometimes I can't believe I wrote nynn... I felt like I was in some sort of writing trance as people call it. I am very proud of it.

Regarding how you read nynn faster compared to War and Peace, I believe holding the attention of the reader depends on multiple factors, and it really depends on what an individual likes in literature and novels.

I shall continue working hard on nynn (hasn't worked on nynn in a full month) I have most of the chapters’ events planned out in bulletpoints, I just gotta write them. Hopefully, I get lucky and wrap up the entire nynn within the next six chapters and then onto the sequel that is the official 5th Year at Hogwarts.

You all have no idea how much I have in store for you for 5th Year. OOTP is very fun, add soulmate drama to it... (chef's kiss)

Thank you for this wonderful message 💖💖💖, and I hope you can get through Tolstoy, but if not, don’t force yourself. There are online summaries/quotes for a reason.

Maybe I'll give Tolstoy's War and Peace a peek...

Sending love! 💖💖❤️❤️

P.S. I have seen your ask regarding Harry & Nagini I just have no snippets of them but I will answer it when I do write a snippet.

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 2 years

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Genderbent Sal

Request for sexy genderbend Moreau. How different would she be in bed as opposed to regular Moreau? Any specific kinks? (Water sports?)

Okay but reader riding Sal's strap sitting on her lap...

Cuddling with Sal that turns from her kissing your neck to biting all over you until you beg for her touch. Please.

No thoughts, only Sal smirking up at you from between your legs and biting your thigh while sliding a vibrator inside of you.

Okay but Sal just grazing her teeth over your neck and shoulders while she holds you from behind as you bathe in the reservoir together on a summer night.

Some depravity for Sal >> So imagine.. her coming up behind you... hands roaming over your body ... lips on your skin... wanting nothing more than to you make you moan for her...

Imagine getting Sal to beg. That's it. Just her being all flushed, biting her lip, before gasping a little "Please, luv..." You're welcome.

SAL. TAKING ME FROM BEHIND. DOGGY STYLE, WITH HER TENTACLES INSIDE OF ME, WITH ONE OF MY ARMS STRETCHED OUT ON THE BED AND HER HAND ON THAT WRIST. WITH A HINT OF DEGRADATION.

So imagine being asleep after Sal wrecked you and the fish babe waking up from a bad dream and feeling... Really insecure

Feral Sal art with with an added snippet.

Hate Sex snippet battle - (1)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (2)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (3)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (4)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (5)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (6)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (7)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (8)

Is it possible to request some soft sex with Sal?

Hi! Im not sure if you write the reader as a trans woman, but I was wondering if maybe you could write something about the reader coming out to fem Sal and Sal being really reassuring?

... Metal Band Drummer Sal. All sweaty, outfit baring her arms, hair flying around her as she shouts in joy. You're welcome.

And afterwards, shower sex. In the very public shower of the studio where people could walk in any second.

So you see Sal for the first time in the town right.. tall *ahem* muscular.. and fucking stunning 👀 and she sees you staring... that smirk growing wide on her face as she makes her way over to you...😳 *fans self*

Okay, I'm an enby and I just got top surgery and I... Well, could you write the first time Sal is allowed to touch the chest again? Like soft kisses and her telling me I look good, and perhaps a bit of her primal side coming through? 👀

Aye, so. Sal doesn't give oral bec of her teeth right? So what if she got special covers for her teeth so she wouldn't have to worry about them?

It is said that a picture says more than a 1000 words .. so my dear friend ... what is happening between Sal and reader here ?? 👀👀👀

Hey! Have you seen classyfruits new nswf art of Sal on Twitter? If so what thoughts do you have about it? 👀

I want Sal to throw me on to the bed, put her legs on either side of my head, framing me.. ordering me to look at her while she is going to touch herself..😳

Sal spanking the Reader. But also making sure she tells them how good they're taking it. And calling them naughty still.

Okay, so. Imagine the Lords are having a dance with the village on one of the bigger celebration days and Sal is just sitting there, alone with a drink, and the villagers are too appalled by her to speak to her (which is why she hates it, but still tries to enjoy herself by listening to the music.) Which is when you notice her gorgeous smile and decice to fuck it... and go over and ask her for a dance. (Which ends in one of the most incredible, funny, passionate nights you've ever had.)

We haven't seen Sal's strap in awhile 👀

Okay, but having Sal tied up under you and absolutely worshipping and praising her. Leaving marks on on her abs. Kissing her breasts. Nibbling her arm muscles. Nipping on her inner thighs... And she tries not to, but ends up begging for you to touch her properly. I'm 😫💕💦

So.. say you meet Sal while out on Halloween night. You're both dressed up and flirt a bit.. which maybe leads some kissing 👀

OH GOD JUST IMAGINE KNOCKING AT THE RESERVOIR HOUSE DOOR AFTER THAT HALLOWEEN NIGHT AND WHEN SAL OPENS YOU GO "TRICK OR TREAT"

So like, say Sal's tentacles are around one inch thick a piece.. how many do you think she could fit in you to sufficiently stuff you? 👀👀👀👀 For science 👀

Sal taking reader from behind as they're bent over somewhere. With a (big) strap. And a tiny bit of degradation.

Sleeping as the little spoon in Sal's arms. And you get some nice dreams and wake up but you're in that utterly teasing mood so you grind your ass against Sal.

telling Sal to be a good girl and touch herself while riding her thigh. That's it that's the ask.

Sex with Sal against the wall of a changing room in a clothing store. Having to be silent while her fingers take you. Her other hand clasped onto your mouth while she murmurs things into your ear that get you even wetter for her.

Just thinking about Sal from the fic, wearing her leather jacket in bed and masturbating, sending her a photo to get her riled up. Just waiting for her to get back and show me what she thought of it 👀🤤

.... sucking Trans!Sal during a meeting with the other lords, under the table and hearing her try to keep her composure while you make her cum. And then wait until she's ready again only to start over again.

Okay, but Sal waiting for you on the evening of the 24th, wrapped in ribbon Shibari with a little (or big) christmas hat on her cock. "Early present fer ye, luv."

So. Sal is Shark Lady. Sal is Trans. Sharks have two cocks. SO WHAT IF. And if she was shy about it, at least a little, with a new lover who she is really, REALLY into.

Due to me having to spend the evening in the presence of one fucking sexist, gross, lying douchebag of a dude, could I please ask for headcanons of how Sal would deal with one. Please.

The reader, ever the good partner, brings transfemme Sal her first skirt. Sal is in the bathroom changing for a while and reader starts to get nervous-what if they messed up?

Sal Sleepover snippet battle

Sal Sleepover snippet battle - (2)

P-piggy back ride? 🥺 By Sal? 🥺 Now imma need that. Maybe Reader hurt her foot or so. Witty banter and softness, please? 🥺

Okay, but. Sal's first time with a really small, shy bean. Who's worried that her 8 inches won't fit

Um. So. You know- So. Two cock Sal. Making out with her and feeling her get hard, please? Grinding on her? With a bit of dirty talk?

Ahh those Sal asks! The shower one and the transfem Sal answer got me: 😩😩💦💦💦 i need her to take me hard any way possible!! Sjdkgkgkf!!

While at two-cock Sal, please just write something for her completely wrecking me. Thanks.

Sal and Reader being the bestest of friends and lightheartedly "scamming" Restaurants by pretending to get engaged. It only becomes more and more of a problem as they fall for each other.

Merwitch Genderbent Sal AU with a pirate enby Reader

Sal getting a call from Miranda while Reader is riding her, and reader ends up not stopping? 😏

if you're accepting prompts... i havent been able to get the thought out of my head of giving sal a bj and her getting lost in the moment and fucking the readers face a little. btw the way you write her is top tier, just immaculate.

This fic is a follow up to this ask here -

A Pirate Captain Sal AU with a bratty Reader 👀Includes spanking, blowjobs, a hearty size kink and two cock Sal (ahem)

Ahem.. Christmas smut with a hot shark lady, anyone? 👀

#masterlist #sal #resident evil village #re8 fanfiction #re8 headcanons #genderbent sal #genderbent sal x reader #re8 asks

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lost-in-sokovia · 2 years

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Okay, I'm very dramatic and I can't pick just a few of your fics that are my favorite so I'm going watchmojo style and doing a top ten list. So buckle up, babe. 💞

(disclaimer: I love literally everything you write? so this is just what comes to the top of my head when I think about my personal favorites lol)

still here - this is one of those pieces that I can't read incredibly often unless I feel like getting all up in my feels. but the way you can tap into the emotions in such a heavy piece and make the sadness all worth the read is fantastic.

auggie mine - this shit. again, I don't read it super often because it breaks my goddamn heart but I just...it's such a wonderful example of how emotive your writing is.

don't cry, daddy - I can't express how much this one makes me felt when I first read it and how much it makes me feel when I read it now. it encompasses everything that I adore about Joby and Annie's dynamic and I think it'll always be so special to me.

warm leather - this one is peak comfort for me. like I know that I requested it lmao but it's just...it hits different. like this one scenario is literally an absolute dream for me and you wrote it so perfectly.

not our time - I still remember you sending snippets of this one and I was just losing my mind the entire time. like this was the one that convinced me...damn. Joby Taylor could possible handle being a dad again. now look at where we are dsfjhkdsk 😳

hold me while i hold you - I know I just keep citing angst but for real, god, this one gets me all the time and I will always think of private presley by peach pit whenever I read it.

bear hug - this is also peak comfort. I need Joby to be my big softie and this fulfills that delusion for me always. <3

pretty boy - what right do you have making me think of kissing Edward's pudgy tummy? hmm???? I can't believe this. the audacity. the way I think of this one so often is downright concerning.

thank you and goodnight - the way that this is the fic that introduced us to Annie? it's iconic and it's a fic that informed how I see her character now. like the visual of little Annie with her headphones? it's perfect and I love it.

don't let go - I still love this one but it hits so different when you call my current husband Johnny Wilcox's performance a "stupid little show" but truly it just reminds me of all of our Jay/Johnny talks and, for that, it is special.

WATCHMOJO STYLE HFHDHDH YEAH

okay literally some of these are my favorites too, we literally have such similar thoughts🥺 this makes me smile though i love hearing everything you have to say everyday all the time. especially when you comment on my stuff, it’s so important and special to me🥺

i love you so much, thank you my darling love🤍

#btw soph #andromeda✨

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stepswowdsen · 1 year

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Idate (WATGBS AU) Doodle WIPs

We are cooking!!!

This is our WATGBS AU’s version of Idate, a buff DILF dad. He wears blue eyeliner and earrings, has scars, and orca markings/patterns more realistic to actual IRL orcas.

Oh yeah, I wanted him to have a big coat cape jacket that hangs off his shoulders (like some of my faves, Douman, Hibari, and Xanxus)

How I draw Idate is what I imagine him to look like in our AU ^^

(Though I’ll fix the orca markings whenever I refine the sketch, since it’s still a rough sketch right now)

I made Idate themed after the black sun in our AU, and Tatsu is themed after the moon. And Tatsu has pink/red eyeliner and star and moon earrings. So after he meets Tatsu, he starts wearing blue eyeliner and star and black sun earrings to match with her <3 🖤🤍❤️

I quickly scribbled the earrings, but I think it’s also neat if Idate’s black sun earrings also look like a vortex... A void/abyss. I’m not sure what colour to make the earrings... It’s ok as yellow, but I’m also wondering if I should limit the amount of colours used in his colour palette. Silver or white could also work

Me and my black sun faves!!! ☀️🖤🐈‍⬛️

(Points at Douman, Judar, Idate)

If you ask, “Did you guys seriously make an entire ass fantasy world based off a character that shows up a grand total of 3 times in the OG WATGBS as short cameos, and the rest of your sea creatura faves”

Answer: Yes!

In the OG WATGBS, Funa-verse Idate is a violent orca that goes around on strolls, acting solely for his own pleasure to entertainment himself, based off the orca-like behaviour of playing with food by tormenting other sea creatures.

In our WATGBS AU, Idate is the Lord of the Underworld. His character theme is “Void/Emptiness.” He has Void powers and can create voids. He’s the evil protag of our AU. We created a whole story for him and the other WATGBS AU charas. (99% of our WATGBS AU is just lore that my friends and I made up <3)

And it’s so fun to write for an evil meow meow mf protag 🤭

Friend: Sen's Idate is so fucking hot 😳🖤

Me: Waaaah thank you!!! My only [art] goal in life is to be able to make my faves look hot

I strive to make my cat cots look hot!!! If my cats look simpable in my art style, then my job is a success

My masc faves are all my cat sons to me, so for me, “hot” is “Omg SO pretty” as aesthetic attractions

As usual, some rambles are under the cut

I did a colour edit last year of Idate’s OG art to match closer to what I imagined for our WATGBS AU’s Idate, and balanced the colours for my own drawings. When I do colour edits, I pick the colours based on what I think looks good. They help serve as colour guides for future drawings.

I love using cool colours like cool blue (teal is really nice for colouring black hair) and cool purple to colour black/monochrome colour schemes ^^

Friend 2: Oml, seriously thank you for fixing the colours and skin tones on Funa's designs, among tons of other things

It always bothered me, why the fuck are her charas all pale like paper bro??? LIKE THEY'RE LITERALLY PAPER

Me: Yeah the colours are so bland and dull in Funa’s version bruhh and Idate’s orca tail markings (flank patch and saddle patch) being missing in his design bothered me so much wtf

Source: Emma Luck, marine biologist

Cats and orcas are my fave animals <3 Orcas because of this god forsaken AU LMAO /pos /endearing

I love our AU with all my heart

So I love looking into orcas as a hobbyist, and made changes to Idate’s design accordingly

And yeah, Idate is one of the only charas where the white skin still “works” since he’s descended from a demon and has a black/white monochrome colour scheme, but it’s so weird, it makes the charas look like paper

Like if only a few charas had it, ok fine but IT’S LITERALLY EVERYONE ADSKLSDKLLDSKL

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hoedameron · 3 years

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always the spn novels at the scene of the crime

#angel book club #book: tus #not even gonna bother to show y’all how many time’s cas is mentioned because there are ZERO results my heart is BROKEN #now it’s gonna be even MORE of a struggle to read this…pero I might find renewed vigor bc it’s written by a new author #wonder what her writing style will be like 😳#yvonne navarro do NOT let us down

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larrydoinglaundry · 2 years

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omg omg I just finished love is a word, you gave it a name and I'm absolutely freaking out omg thank you for writing it and I am SO looking forward to the epilogue.

sooo can you recommend me other age difference fics?

Hi!

First of all thank you so much! I'm so happy you enjoyed it so much <3

And but of course! 👀 I already have one age difference rec made here. Please check it out, it has some amazing works!

I'll add a few in this ask. Read tags of each work to avoid triggers and things you don't like. The fics are in no particular order. I tagged the authors that I know on tumblr! Sorry I missed so many :(

First off, my fic that you mentioned, for anyone interested.

love is a word, you gave it a name (158K, E) @larrydoinglaundry

After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria's bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

Now onto the rest...

The Nation's Sweetheart (77K, E)

In limped a graceful giant; slim bodied but broad shouldered with thick thighs. Harry's hair was a little wild where it had grown out of it's usually boyish short style.

For some reason Louis' fingers flexed, as if wanting to course through the flicks in the bottom of his rich brown hair.

It had been curly once. Louis had seen pictures of him innocent with wide green eyes and a wider, bright white, toothy grin. Everything about him screamed privilege.

Louis wondered if he knew he'd only taken this job to stop him losing his flat.

Note: I think Louis is only 28 in this and Harry is early twenties, so not much of a big difference! But it's tagged as age difference, and that's how I originally found it.

You rock hard (I rock steady) (4K, E)

"I'm yours, daddy. But tonight, you're mine." Harry leaned even closer, letting his warm breath hit directly over Louis' mouth. "Cause now I'm in charge," Harry said with a devious smirk.

And Louis knew he was fucked

Note: Power Bottom Harry! Read the tags. Harry's only 17, Louis is 26.

Rescue me from my destiny (35K, E)

Louis is just tired. He's lonely and doesn't feel like there's any hope of finding someone genuine in this life.

Note: Cis girl Harry!

Swoon baby, starry nights (14K, E)

Harry posts pictures of himself on Tumblr. Louis takes notice.

Note: Harry is 20, Louis is 25, so again, not much of a difference, but I found it from the tag ages ago! Sexy sexting.

I was in my car, you were touching yourself (1K, E) @homosociallyyours

Harry starts thinking about the attractive stranger driving beside her as she's getting off on a long road trip. Turns out she's good enough to think about Louis while she's touching herself.

Note: Girl Direction! Silver Fox Louis! Short but burning hot😳

Anything to make you happy (2K, Not rated)

It wasn't a secret how Harry liked to make everyone in his neighbourhood happy. He would bake cookies, play with the kids and do whatever they all want to make their day productive and to add a bit of happiness. He liked to say that he was the reason behind their smile. With this attitude and high empathy towards everyone, Harry was everyone's favourite neighbour. The twenty-one-year-old man couldn't be happier than treating everyone with so much care and kindness.

As everyone in the neighbourhood loved him so much and appreciated his soft side of doing everything for others, some of them were rooting for more, to get a bit more care from Harry and there was no doubt that Harry would be wholeheartedly doing as they say.

Even if it's just tonight (26K, E)

Louis and Harry happen to switch their suitcases in the airport's bathroom and it's possibly the best mistake Harry has ever made.

Haven (35K, M)

"I take it you’re not a new student?”

“What?” Harry mumbles, caught up in the way his eyes are quite literally sparkling in the light. “Oh—No. Not a student.”

“Are you a sub?” Louis asks.

Harry clenches his hands into fists, holding them behind his back as he stumbles a bit. “I don’t, uh—I mean. I’ve never really gotten a chance to be a true sub, you know? My ex-partners were always scared they’d hurt me. But, like—If I trusted someone a lot, and if we used a, a safeword. And talked about, you know, boundaries, then—Yes, yeah, I-I’m a sub.”

Louis’ eyes are so wide, his cheeks puffing out in the effort to not burst into laughter.

“Oh shit, oh my god,” Harry whispers. “You meant—Oh god."

I wanna thrill you tonight (10K, E)

"What does that have to do with my being a virgin?"

"Virgin blood is the sweetest of all."

Or the one where Louis is a vampire, and things don't go as expected.

That's what I'm there for (46K, E)

Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

Say Something (105K, E) by @kingsofeverything

At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating. When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity. It’s the only use he has for an Alpha in his life.

Twenty-eight-year-old Alpha Louis Tomlinson aims to change that.

Happy reading!!! Remember to leave kudos and a comment even if the author is seemingly inactive.

#my fic recs #age difference

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Between The Bloodshed Drabble | ‘thief’

‘Can I ask for a btb drabble? Just something short und cute... oc stealing some clothes from them and them wondering where all their clothes went only to find them in oc room😳’

A/N: This was really funny to write because BTB’s OC is seen as someone so tough. But she’s secretly soft for the boys HAHAHAHA. I know you wanted something short but I’m not sure if this is TOO short, apologies!!

“Hyung, I know you took it.” Jungkook growled in annoyance.

“In case you haven’t noticed, my dear Jungkookie. We aren’t exactly the same size and style. I go for fashion while you go for... slop.” Jimin scoffed, turning back to the table where he was playing cards with Taehyung and Yoongi. He grabbed his drink, taking a sip from it.

“If it’s slop, then return it!” Jungkook pointed an accusing finger that the elder. Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance while Taehyung snickered. The maknae turned to him.

“You took it, didn’t you?” He glared.

“Why would I? I have dozens of clothes, more than you. Why would I want to take your sweatshirt?” Taehyung chuckled, raising an eyebrow at his cards.

“Fold.” Yoongi threw his cards down, cursing under his breath. He held the top of his whiskey glass, giving it a swirl to let the ice cube melt with the liquid. Jungkook sighed, falling onto the next chair.

“It’s just a sweatshirt, I have no idea why you’re so bothered by it missing. Just buy another one.” Yoongi said.

“It’s new, hyung. I haven’t even got a chance to wear it yet! And I waited so long for it to arrive from Italy. I know it’s always one of these two hyungs that take my things just to spite me.” Jungkook glared at the two. The two turned to the maknae with a synchronised shrug. Taehyung shuffled the cards and began giving them out.

“You in?” He asked.

“Fine.” Jungkook turned to the table. There were soon shrieks and the light patter of footsteps.

“Ah! Namjoon, stop chasing me.” The 4 heard your giggles echoing through the mansion, them all breaking out into an affectionate smile. Compared to you, Namjoon’s heavy footsteps stomped against the ground.

“Then come here so I’ll stop chasing you!” He laughed in reply.

“No!” All 4 heads turned to see you running down. As you ran past the boys playing cards, you smiled and waved. They returned the action and laughed.

“Don’t make her fall, Namjoon ah.” Yoongi cautioned. Namjoon just ran after you. The moment after both of you disappeared down the other corridor, they heard you scream.

“Noooooo!” They all burst out laughing, knowing Namjoon caught you.

“Hey... Kook, did you see what (y/n) was wearing?” Jimin suddenly asked after the laughter had died down. Yoongi and Taehyung turned to the youngest in confusion while Jungkook frowned slightly, tilting his head before he finally realised and his eyes widened.

The boys had all come back from work to see you asleep on the couch. You wore either Namjoon or Yoongi’s large ‘Fear of God’ shirt. Jin scooped you up in his arms.

“Hmm?” You stirred awake to see yourself being carried up the stairs.

“Hello, jagi.” Jin smiled.

“You’re all back from work.” You yawned while they let out a collective hum. You leaned into Jin’s broad chest tiredly.

“Baby, where are your pants?” Jungkook asked. In your sleepy stupor, you didn’t really understand his question. It took a few seconds of processing with Hoseok lightly touching your bare calf.

“Oh... The shirt was so big... Wearing pants or bottoms was too warm. But don’t worry, the shirt covers everything.” You let out another yawn. The boys brought you to your room with the intention of getting you pants. They didn’t like that anyone else could possibly see you just walking around the house in an oversized shirt.

“Woah.” Taehyung said as he stood in front of your closet.

“It’s fine, guys. I’m going to sleep anyway, I can just find pants when I wake up.” You chuckled, rubbing your eyes.

“She’s a serial thief.” You realised the boys were no longer around you. Instead, they stood in your closet, huddled together, looking around the more or less filled space.

“What?” You shuffled over.

“So this is where my leather jacket disappeared to.” Yoongi noted, grasping the material. The initials ‘MYG’ was stitched on the sleeve so there was no doubt that this was his, the very one that disappeared from his closet.

“Hey. Don’t touch. I’m wearing that.” You slapped his hands away.

“What?! That’s mine. My name is literally sewn onto the sleeve.” Yoongi took it out to show you the light grey stitching on the sleeve. You just shrugged. Hoseok was holding up a few hats, all of which also belonged to him originally. Taehyung pulled a coat out.

“I finally found my coat!” Just to verify that it was his, he opened it and looked at the inner lining. It was definitely his, he specifically chose this lining when he had this coat tailored.

“Explain.” The boys all faced you.

“There’s nothing to explain. Your clothes are nice and I wear them. They smell like you... If you don’t like it, I can just return them.” You tried to play this off as coolly as you thought your could, not wanting to give yourself away.

“Awww.” Jimin hugged you tightly, kissing your temple. That was the end of it, your cheeks flushed a deep red.

“Just take it all back.” You waved them off.

“We’ll take some back, the others we’ll leave for you. But if you ever want to borrow clothes, you’re more than welcome to.” Namjoon patted your head with a chuckle.

“Yeah. You’re our woman. If wearing our clothes remind you of us, we’ll be more than happy to give our clothes to you, jagi. Who knows, it may do us a favour and ward off other man trying to steal you from us.” Jin laughed and the others nodded their heads in agreement. You rolled your eyes, they could be so possessive at times.

“Plus, you look so good in my shirt.” Yoongi smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Stop.” You blushed as you buried your head against his chest.

“Yoongi hyung is right, you do look good. But maybe next time, wear my shirt so you can smell like me too.” Jungkook hugged you from the back, planting kisses against the back of your neck.

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saturnsorbits · 3 years

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Hi I stumbled upon your blog from reading one of your reviews and they are so well crafted and eloquent I’m amazed every time I read one! I’ve read a few of the fics you’ve left reviews on and I haven’t been disappointed in the slightest but I was wondering if you have a top fics recommendation list? Or maybe your top 5 favorite writers here that I could check out? If you’re comfortable that is! No pressure. I just trust your judgement and would love to read from your absolute favorites.

Thank you if you do and have a happy holiday.

Hey!

Oh my, I’m SO glad you like my little comments! And the fact you trust my judgement? I’m - 😳 I think that might be the best thing anyone has ever said to me.

Honestly, there are so many amazing writers here that I think it would be literally impossible to put together a list of my favourite fics! I do have a fic rec tag though: #saturnsuggests that is absolutely FULL of S-tier content - which is probably a good place to start?

I have the same problem with writers, there’s SO many incredible ones to choose from, but off the top of my head, here’s who I’m thinking about atm:

!This is by NO means an exhaustive list! -> It goes without saying that these writers produce 18+ content and all warnings/boundaries should be respected etc, etc. <-

✖️ @/kingkatsuki -> Okay, so Jo has this way of writing that is alluring to a fault. She can make anything, ANYTHING, attractive in her works: the power she wields is honestly a little frightening. But, she doesn’t stop there, no. Jo can weave plot through her pieces like a mastermind, dropping in character and content like it’s nothing. She can bring you to your knees AND give you a new kink and she’ll do it all in the same damn fic.

Quick Recs: 1. Live Show [Parts 1-5] (Bakugo), 2. Spectrophilia (Bakugo).

✖️ @/mindninjax -> Marquie’s emotional exploration in her work is second to fucking none. Her writing is often achingly raw and contains a beautiful depth of emotion. There is no shying away where Marquie is concerned and I have unending respect for the way she will turn a character inside out and force them to bare their soul to her audience. She also writes one of my absolute favourite ‘Reader’ inserts!

Quick Recs: 1. Heaven on Earth [Parts 1 & 2] (Bakugo), 2. What Once was Mine (Bakugo/Kirishima).

✖️ @/mintmatcha -> I am deeply, deeply in love with Mint’s form and style. They have a way of weaving this beautiful sense of grounding reality into all of their works while still making them some of the funniest, warmest, hottest things I’ve ever read. It’s some of the best new-age dirty realism I’ve read honestly, and their all-rounded in their talent, mastering: angst, fluff and smut in their works.

Quick Recs: 1. Playground (Fukunaga), 2. Grumpy (Ukai).

✖️ @/littlesponge-fics -> Little Sponge will peel you out of reality, up-end your world and toss you into a completely new state of being. I’m in awe of their world building and the effortless way they inject characters into these new spaces, while doing both their character and the plot the upmost justice possible. Their sense of pace is flawless, always, and each fic is an absolute treasure trove of tiny details.

Quick Recs: 1. Dead Salvation [Parts 1 - 3] (Bakugo), 2. Total Disregard [Parts 1 -3] (Bakugo/Kirishima).

I hope this was kind of what you where looking for? Honestly, I wish I could just cc: in nearly every writer on this site because there’s so much amazing content out there, it’s astounding!

Hope you had a good holiday season too, Anon 💕

(Note: I haven’t tagged anyone bc I’m a huge wimp and don’t want to bother anyone, but if any of the writers mentioned here come across this and don’t want to mentioned just let me know! The last thing I want to do is step on anyones toes or cause upset!)

#saturnspeaks #There's so many amazing writers on here it makes my head spin sometimes...

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suck-on-a-fire-ball · 2 years

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Hi! I am flooding you with more asks! 😊❤️ Just remember to rest, so you don't get burnt out! 😳

Here is my letter to my fave mage: Anders. It is perhaps a weird one. I hope you don't mind!

Dear Anders,

Thank you for your replies on She-Ra. 😊 Glimmer is an interesting character. Look forward to one heck of a ride with her. 😊

There is something related to magic that I have been wondering about. Alright, there are many things. But I'll attempt to stick to this one theme right now.😉 It is actually a whole bunch of questions, and they are perhaps a bit... weird. I hope you don't mind!

I'll jump right into it. Here's the thing: where I live, there are some artificially created beings/things/constructs; Machines with the ability to think, reason and make calculations. They are (supposedly) not sentient. Yet. Some are made in the image of people, but they can't quite pass as living beings. At least not as far as I know... They are used for dangerous or heavy labour, for entertainment, healthcare, making complicated calculations... I have always been fascinated with these beings, and how they may affect our society. But there is always a risk that we are creating a slave race. I don't have to tell you how horrible people can be to one another, as well as animals, and to beings that we created ourselves...? This could get Very Ugly.

So, this is partly why I am interested in knowing about constructs in other societies. From what I understand, there are constructs where you live, too? Golems, VarTerals (Hm, how do I spell that?), and such? My questions are about VarTerals (there is that pesky word again!). Here we go: Were they made using magic? Are they sentient? If so, where does that consciousness come from? Did they somehow affix a spirit to it? Or a soul? Can one communicate with a VarTeral? And do they somehow fix themselves when broken?

I can't help feeling sorry for them. Their mission is to protect some cave at all costs, for a reason that someone else made up, and they can't choose to just... you know, scamper off. And here they are, minding their own business, doing... er... something. Suddenly, here come a bunch of strangers with their clanging weapons. "Oh, bugger!" mutters the poor construct to themself. "They are attacking again. Must be Tuesday. Has anyone seen my other leg? Just a second, dear enemies, I just have to find my..."

That wasn't depressing at all. 😳 Sorry about that!

I hope you are doing well. Please be careful and keep avoiding the living tin buckets!

Friendly regards (and a few purrs from one of our cats 😉),

AidanTheCryptid

An envelope arrives to you. Its wax seal has the Amell Crest on it, but it is nothing more but a safety measure. Inside, a letter is written with curved, beautiful letters, but with a handwriting that is uneven in size, spacing and even style (though it remains pretty). You can tell some of the writing was rushed, as if someone’s thoughts were moving quicker than their hand could write…

Hello AidanTheCryptid,

It’s a pleasure to hear you from again, and it’s great to hear that my rambling thoughts from last time was to your satisfaction!

I have to confess, this was a very interesting letter to read as I never shy away from research (at least not now, there was a time I was more into other forms of entertainment, so to speak!). There are machines…? I once saw magic move statues like they were alive. And another time I saw trees become sentient… Although using the word ‘sentient’ might be an overstatement as they were just attacking myself and my fellow Wardens rather... mindlessly. But this? Fascinating!

I have a million questions for you regarding those ‘machines’ your society creates… but I will try to focus on your questions instead!

The varterral is a creature which Hawke seems to always bring us into contact with. Despite these encounters leaving us with nothing but bruises that have bruises of their own, they at least have spurred me into researching this creature already – which means I can for sure help answer your questions! At least… I will try my best with the knowledge I have acquired. Gaining knowledge on them, you see, is not the easiest. There’s very little out there accessible to those outside the Dalish.

They are said to have been a creation made by the elven god Dirthamen (I’m happy this is a letter as Merrill will always tease me about my pronunciation of elven names). According to Merrill, they were created with the sole purpose of protecting elven knowledge. Dirthamen saw a great dragon attacking his favourite mountain (I believe it was), and using the nature around him such as rock, vines and trees, Dirthamen created the first varterral. This was days before Arlathan, which in more common terms means it was centuries ago, if not longer. Since that time, they have pledged themselves to the purpose of protecting elven knowledge, often residing in caves or forests. Any non-elves will be attacked, which means the Dalish have free roam of whatever knowledge is being protected.

Although I haven't been able to determine whether they are just spiders with high territorial instincts, one cannot deny the fact that the Dalish clan currently residing near Kirkwall seems to be in good relations with the creature. On top of this, Hawke has had us kill this creature multiple times, but it still revives. From what I saw once, its body is purely formed out of magic, but then the question remains how they reproduce… which I can’t answer with real facts. Considering they are bound by magic to protect a certain place or loot, I have a feeling this particular magic somehow indeed binds a spirit, as you have suggested, into a shape which we recognize as the varterral, only for it to mindlessly remain in our world to protect. This is highly advanced magic. Though, if I may say so without Merrill’s head growing two sizes bigger, the Dalish thrive in advanced magic.

As an aside, whenever we are near the creature, Justice feels… different. As if there is something within that varterral that he reacts to… or perhaps there is something familiar that he feels. What that means, though, I can't tell you and I also have no clue what type of spell resides within them for their dead bodies to be resurrected again. ANd I won't be able to tell you without dissecting the creature, but considering its size I cannot bring it back to Kirkwall, nor can I stay in Dalish territory without overstaying my welcome as a human – and I would never want to make anyone uncomfortable like that. Despite my status as mage, I am still privileged in terms of race and I do not wish to take advantage of that privilege.

The world is filled with inequality...

Whether they are sentient or not, I highly doubt it. Something within the magic that creates them simply pushes them into being mindless like Golems… although, on the subject of Golems, I did hear a fascinating story from a dear friend of mine you might recognize as the Hero of Ferelden. Apparently, Golems don't run on random sprits picked from the fade by magic, but the spirits of genuine Dwarves that once lived. After so long, their minds simply… left them as they remained bound and subjugated to someone else’s will – a chilling story if I’ve ever heard one, and one I hope never happens to mages...

Could the same be for the varterrals? Ancient elven people who willingly gave up their bodies and souls to serve a purpose of protection…? Who knows. Either way, asking this varterral whether he is sentient or not is out of the question! He’ll just attack immediately.

Now… I feel I’ve rambled quite a bit. I have my research on the creature right here next to me, and yet instead of using it as a framework to properly answer your questions, I just rambled along. It can be difficult controlling my mind when I get onto a subject I like!

And yes… their lives do sound rather depressing… Well, last time we fought it, the creature managed to knock Fenris on his ass which was amusing (and that was literal, not a euphemism for hurting him badly!). Hopefully it found it just as amusing.

I hope this was somewhat informing to you and that I somehow managed to answer your questions after all!

Take care of your health, and stay safe Don’t hesitate to contact me again

Yours sincerely, Anders

I miss having a cat of my own! Cherish it!

#Letter from DA Characters #Dragon age #Anders #varterall #elven lore #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK #this was a delight to write XD #I just imagined him sitting there at a desk #super hyped to get to nerd out about research #and forgetting to check that he's actually answering your questions XD #you made Anders very happy!#and I loved your letter #dont worry about it being long!!#I'm open to most anything!

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