#yet he gives everything up in an instant to do what's right fully believing it will fuck him over for life

[slverblood]

Give up on making gifs for now. Will say tho that the only wizards who get a pass with Aylin after everything she's been through are Rolan, Gale, and wizard Tav / durge.

[luimagines]

hey hey! it’s been awhile

could i please ask for a continuation to the wars soulmate au?

-🫓

Sure thing buddy! :)

Masterlist

Part 1

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Now- you pitch yourself off a cliff. That's what.

You stand up abruptly- breaking the tension before it can fully form and run out of the room.

This is mortifying.

This is not what you wanted to learn today even if it still makes sense given what Sky had told you about how the soulmate stones worked. Of course Warrior was your soulmate. Had to be. It's not like it would have been one in a bajillion chance at ever meeting him.

And what does it say for when all of this is over?

You do abandon your friends and family for the sake of following him? You can't ask him to follow you. He's too important. Too many people are depending on him for him to simply go with you and live whatever simple life you had to offer.

Is this the end then? Are you still doomed? You doubt you would be able to move on from this even if you were never going to be together.

"Hold it!" Someone grabs your arm.

You scream and jump, trying to tear your arm away but it's Warrior.

Of course it's Warrior.

"What?" You ask with you heart in your throat. "Don't make this harder than it has to be. Please!"

He stills and instantly lets you go. Whatever words he had on his tongue die in an instant and you have the ever subtle feeling that perhaps you shouldn't have said that. Could this get any worse?

Warrior takes a deep breath, bravely meeting your eyes. "I'm sorry."

Why must you tempt the universe? How much more must you pay for your hubris?

Your jaw drops and your stand there stunned. "Wait-"

"I just..." Warrior starts again, cutting you off. "I'm sorry. I'm probably not your first choice." -Oh my god- "I know that my past has more baggage than it's worth." -What have you done?- "But I thought... The stones were honest though, right?"

He looks so hopeful. Had he actually wanted something from you? With you? You sudden get cotton mouth. You can't speak. Your brain flat lines there are no thoughts for you to grab onto.

"Right?" He echoes his previous question, wanting confirmation. "Even... if that was incredibly embarrassing, it was true, wasn't it?"

Somehow you nod.

Warrior lets out a shuddering breath. "Oh... Oh, ok... good. Uh- I mean. I'm... I'm glad that you.. um... Look, I really like you." He says, biting the bullet. "Like... really really like you. I wasn't- I didn't want to seem like I was coming on too strong and the guys give me a hard time enough as it is. But if this is true... If you like me too, do you think...?"

You feel like you need to sit down again. you're only saving grace is that you're outside where no one seemed to have followed you. "...You... like me?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" He flushes, the tips of his ears burning a bright red. "I had thought you believed I was just a joke."

"Funny." You choke on the word. "That couldn't have been further from the truth."

"What is the truth?" Warrior stress, boldly closing the distance between you again. His blushing features don't help him stay stoic and cool like he would have hoped.

You gulp. You don't have the words. This is both agonizingly slow and much too fast for you to handle. Why couldn't he just read your mind and- Wait. The stones.

Double wait.

You're close to each other. The stone would be silent. Cursed be the need to communication!

You take his hand instead and hold it tight. "I think... we both already know the truth."

You kiss his knuckles before you can second guess yourself. His hands are smoother and softer than you would have thought. He wasn't wearing his hand guards yet, still in his casual wear.

The effect of your kiss on Warrior was another delightfully bright blush all over his face, down to his neck and beyond. "I.... I see."

"Do you?" You whisper, feeling like a fish out of water. Everything about this feels raw and sensitive. One wrong move and everything would blow up.

"I think so." Warrior leans in, kissing your cheek. "Better?"

You suddenly feel like you can breathe again. "Much better."

[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

Waking up in a hospital bed was not something you thought you would do in a very long time. The hospital smell, the fabric that makes up the gowns, the obnoxious sounds from the many machines that crowd the room, it was all something that you’d wanted to avoid for a long time. And yet, here you were. Your eyes droopy and hair messy, laying in a hospital bed.

“For someone who just came back from surgery, you look great.”

Rolling your eyes, you flipped the channel again. Hitoshi and Izuku had been waiting for you to get back, every time you opened your eyes they were there. You couldn’t decide if it was annoying or comforting.

“Yeah whatever, get me a pudding dickwad.”

Izuku laughed as Hitoshi stuck his tongue out at you, but left the room to get what you asked for anyways. You laid your head back, sighing deeply. The last 24 hours had been the most eventful 24 hours in a long time, and you never really had the time to sit down and process. In a way, you’re more warn out by the festival and that argument with Katsuki than the surgery that had to clean up the mess that was the inside of your body.

When you first woke up, you weren’t entirely conscious, still going in and out of consciousness. All you could see and hear was Hitoshi and Izuku talking to the doctors, hearing words such as “alcohol” and “blood.” At one point your friends saw that you were trying to wake up and they rushed to your side, feeling a hand push back your hair while another held your right hand. You really wish you could hear what they were saying, but everything was so muffled and bright. It was like being underwater with a spotlight being shined on you.

The second time you woke, and stayed awake, was after the surgery. You were tired, and grumpy, refusing to use full sentences with Izuku and Hitoshi once you were fully aware of the situation. However, these are the people that know you best, and it didn’t take them very long to break you.

When they did, you had successfully broke down sobbing, both of them practically jumping onto the bed to hold you. It had been so long since you’ve cried like that, but after the previous day of pain and stress there was no better way to let it go. You told them everything, from the pains you were getting all the way to your fight with Katsuki. They both nodded along, claiming that Katsuki had told them about the fight that night after you had been taken away in the ambulance. It had taken you a while to recover, and your heavy sobbing did worry the nurses, but you settled down eventually. After that, you noticed that your friends had sent you plenty of “get well” presents, and Shoto was on FaceTime for way too long.

Opening your eyes, you sat back up before turning to look at Izuku in the chair next to you. You couldn’t believe that the both of them stayed the night with you, just like last year. It felt all to eerily similar to last year, just, without the passing out after an argument part.

“What is it n/n? Are you still hurting? Tell me where.”

Izuku was by your side in an instant, pushing on your ribcage and watching your face for discomfort. However, your facial expression was simply a straight face and you gently pulled his hands away. He noticed the mood quickly and sat in front of you, giving you those famous doe eyes of his.

“I was such a bitch to him, Zu.”

You sat criss cross, refusing to make eye contact with the man who sat in front of you. You knew if you looked at him you would start crying again, and the swelling around your eyes just went down.

Taking another breath, you spoke again.

“I drunkenly made out with a stranger at a party, and ended up creating this whole…relationship with him! We called almost every night, texted each other everything, went out into the town together…and the whole time…I was lying to myself.”

“Lying to yourself about what, y/n?”

There was a pause after Izuku closed his mouth, and you were still looking away from him. The two of you sat there, the noises from machines around you and the TV being the only sound filling the room. You could feel Izuku’s stare, he’s always been known to have a weirdly intimate stare, his eyes being able to speak for him.

You opened your mouth to talk again, before finding you didn’t know what else to say. Izuku noticed and cupped your hands in his, and gently spoke up.

“Y/n, you knew you had feelings for him since your first day on the job,” he chuckled, making you look up at him with glaring eyes. His face softened, but the smile was still there.

Before he could speak again, Hitoshi returned with the pudding with a raised eyebrow.

“Are we having another break down?”

Izuku thinned his lips as you flipped off your best friend, but he ignored both of you and sat down next to you on the bed. He handed you the pudding and threw an arm around you, Izuku’s hands still holding your free hand.

“No, just talking,” Izuku glared at Hitoshi who threw his free hand up in defense. He looked back at you and let your hand go so you could eat your pudding, then continued to talk.

“You haven’t been lying to yourself, you’re not that type of person. You and I both know you were a hundred percent aware of your feelings, and I’m sure that’s all you could think about it. You just decided not to act on them because you were scared to mess up all the hard work you put into recovering from a pretty traumatizing event.”

As you ate your pudding you melted into the bed some more, not liking the feeling of both of your best friends staring at you. Not to mention talking about your love life made you want to pass out again so you didn’t have to be conscious for this. Maybe if you just closed your eyes…

“Do I think you lead him on? I hate to say it, but yes.”

Surprised with his words, you glanced up at him. He was looking at you, a serious expression on his face.

“There were so many different ways you could have dealt with the situation, but just because you did that doesn’t mean you’re a ‘bitch’ or deserved to be yelled at like that.”

You looked away again, but found yourself thinking over these past months. He wasn’t wrong. You liked Katsuki in not-so platonic way, put so much energy and effort into him but still called him a friend. It wasn’t right, and just like Katsuki said, you are a coward. You knew about your feelings towards the blond but you were just too scared to act on them, you were terrified something bad would happen if you did.

Surprisingly, Hitoshi was the one who spoke up again. which was probably the works of Izuku’s weird eye contact language

“You were scared, and you’re still scared. Shitty things happened to you, not just the car accident but all of your fucked up relationships too. No one is blaming you for not dating this guy, no matter how much you drooled over him.”

You smacked his chest, but Hitoshi just chuckled and continued.

“You don’t even have to date him now if you’re not ready, that’s okay. But you do have to apologize to him and explain the situation. Just talk to him, I’m more than certain he wants to talk things out too.”

More silence, but at least this one was a comfortable one since your friends were done speaking. Now, you just had to sit and think about all of this, process it.

You worked so hard to build your life back up. Your confidence, strength, mental and physical health. The idea of being in a serious relationship scared the shit out of you, not wanting to have another person worried about you. You wanted that independence, wanted to prove to yourself that you could take care of yourself, that you didn’t need someone breathing down your neck. You wanted to be strong, worthy of Katsuki’s love and care.

But, now that you think about that, it’s so stupid.

You were so worried about being a burden to all of your loved ones, that you didn’t even notice that you were drowning in yourself. Your friends, Katsuki, they wanted to be there for you. You aren’t needy, and just because they help you doesn’t mean you’re not independent or strong. They love you just as much you love them, and you should embrace them.

You love your friends.

You love Katsuki.

Your eyes widen when you take the last bite of your pudding.

You’re in love with Bakugou Katsuki.

“Oh my god,” you groan, running a hand down your face.

Izuku and Hitoshi pipe up at your response, Hitoshi raising an amused eyebrow while Izuku’s eyebrows furrow in concern.

“I’m in love with fucking Bakugou Katsuki.”

When you look back at your friends, there are two very different people looking at you. Izuku, is looking knowingly at you, with a gentle smile. Hitoshi however, your best friend, is looking at you trying not to laugh.

Groaning again, you lay back in your bed, eyes looking up at the ceiling. You feel Hitoshi leave your side and walk over to the other side of you while Izuku moves further up to replace Hitoshi’s spot.

“Okay, I have to say it,” Hitoshi sits down on the chair next to your bed as you and Izuku look at Hitoshi’s questioningly.

“Out of all the guys, him? Really? I mean I know he’s a model but there’s no way-“

Instead of letting your so-called-friend continue, you shut him up quickly with a pillow to the face. Izuku immediately burst out in laughter at the action, and you couldn’t help but giggle yourself after seeing Hitoshi’s reaction.

All this is shit you’ve gone through is scary, and in a way the future is even more terrifying. But right now, even after having surgery, you’ve never felt more secure. You have the worlds best friends, and you’re in love with Bakugou Katsuki. Now when you’re scared, you don’t have to feel weak for asking for help, you’re going to let the people who care about you, love you.

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

soon you’ll get better

RAHHHHH

that’s all i have to say, good day.

no seriously i rlly have nothing more to say😭😭😭 i rlly don’t think i should do fun facts, and even if i should idk if i can….also it’s like 11:53 as i’m writing this so imma just chop chop so it counts 😁😁😁

love ya!

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[yandereocs]

What would a scenario be like where Yandere Villain Bonnie, Obedient Bonnie, Zack, Royalty Bonnie, and Forgotten Bonnie find their soulmate in a reader who is, above all, a god of chaos. This reader has the ability to distort reality and control various forms of mystical energy, capable of fulfilling the deepest desires of their yanderes. The bond between them is so strong that, being soulmates, they are incapable of harming each other. (It would also be cool for the reader to give Zack powers and take Obedient Bonnie out of slavery)

* THIS IS PROBABLY THE MOST INSANE REQUEST YET HAHA

* Villain is already familiar with chaos magic. She gave chaos magic to her right hand man, after all. But she's never seen anything of this level. It kinda pisses her off a little. She's supposed to be the most powerful person! Not you! But when she hears about the whole "fulfilling desires" thing, she perks up a little. What she wants is a world without horrible people. No murderers, predators, things like that. A world of peace. If you can make that happen for her, she'll let the whole "God of Chaos" thing slide. And you do. In an instant her dream world comes true. She couldn't believe it. Now that her goal has been met, she doesn't really need to play the 'villain' role anymore. It's not an idea she's used to. But the idea of getting to relax with her soulmate in her ideal world...it gives her a chance to let down her walls. Not fully, of course. She's still ticked off about your power, and a little afraid. It's been a long time since she's been the weaker one. She may not be able to physically hurt you, but she becomes more overbearing than ever. Always watching you, keeping you locked up with her. Trying to find a way to get rid of your magic. She's determined to regain control.

* Obedient though you were messing around at first. A God of Chaos? There's no way. Not even hybrids got close to that level of magic. So imagine her surprise when her collar disappears from her neck and she can't find her owner. Honestly, her surprise is more of a bad reaction. She kinda freaks out. If you could do that with a snap of your fingers, what could you do to her? She imagines the worst. But as you assure her over and over that you would never dream of hurting her, that you CAN'T hurt her, and you just want to use your powers for GOOD, she calms down. At least a little. You gently walk her through your actions as you manipulate reality to get rid of the horrible slavery system she's been trapped in and as you create a new home for the two of you, away from everything. Recovery is hard. Her trauma affects her every day life and she feels like she isn't good enough for a literal god. She's clingier than ever, never wanting you to leave her sight for fear of you leaving and finding someone better. No matter how many times you assure her that you two are soulmates, she never feels enough.

* Zack was startled when he woke up one day with magic. He didn't understand it at first. He wasn't supposed to be able to use magic! But you, his sweet darling, explain everything. You had kept it a secret at first, not wanting to make his insecurities around magic worse. But you couldn't help it. He was your soulmate! And no matter how hard he tried, he always seemed so sad about his lack of magic. At first, Zack felt a little betrayed that you kept such a big secret from him. Did you not trust him? But he quickly got over it. He has magic now! He can learn all the spells and tricks his family has passed down for generations! He was ecstatic. He couldn't stop smothering you in hugs and kisses. He ended up whisking you away to a more secluded home so you two could talk more in detail about your powers, and so his stream of affections towards you wouldn't be interrupted. He's never felt so happy before. He spent most of the romantic getaway gushing about you and keeping you latched to his side in bed as he kissed every available part of your body. He just loved you so, so much. And now thanks to the gift you've given him, he'll make sure to keep you and his people safe and happy.

* Royalty didn't exactly like the idea of you being more powerful than her. She hates feeling weak and helpless. Not that you would ever purposefully do anything to make her feel like that, but just your mere existence sets her off a little. She's the queen, she needs to be the most powerful! How else is she supposed to make her kingdom strong? To have her kingdom flourish? To have her subjects know they're safe? You reassure her that you could easily make all that happen for her with just a snap of your fingers. After a lot of tweaking with the execution of Royalty's wishes (and a lot of snapping) you finally managed to satisfy her. She finally had a kingdom she felt like she - and her brother - could be proud of. Although she isn't happy about the power differences, there's no denying what you've done for her. And soulmates sound amazing to her. So she'll make you a ruler alongside her, watching over the kingdom and it's citizens while using your power to make sure everything stays absolutely perfect.

* Forgotten has seen a lot during her time in the void. All she can do it watch, after all. But she's never seen anything like this before. You just appeared in front of her one day. Oh-so casually gazing over her broken, transparent form. She's never even seen you before but just from looking at you for the first time she feels her heart race. As you go on to explain the whole soulmates and God of Chaos thing, Forgotten starts forming an idea in her head. Sure, you could easily warp time and space to bring her back to life, but she doesn't really want that. All she wants from you is to make the void less mind numbing and boring, and to give her a physical body. And, of course, you obliged immediately. The first thing she does is pull you into a tight hug, squeezing you as if she was scared you'd disappear right in front of her eyes. She's been alone for so long in the darkness. And now she has you. Her savior. Forgotten is usually a pretty calm yandere but she gets overbearing pretty quickly. She can't let you leave her sight. She finally got what she wanted and she's so scared it'll all go away. She's happily content to stay here in the void with you, away from everyone else, your attention unable to be stolen away.

[pttucker]

He realized that, if he were to get to the end of all the scenarios, he needed to kill off his emotions, that he must not live his life. And so, he decided to become not 'Yoo Joonghyuk', but the 'Regressor', instead. The fourth time, fifth… The timelines that he might've had experienced, but a certain someone's unexpected words stopped him from regressing again. – Being able to regress at any time is the same as having no meaning in 'dying' anymore. However, there being no meaning in dying is the same thing as the value of living disappearing, too. – Yoo Joonghyuk, you need to wake up. What I'm saying here is that, don't mistakenly believe that things will get better by repeating them over and over again. That was why Yoo Joonghyuk chose not to regress. He gave up on several new 'lives' where he could've started off from a higher vantage point while possessing more useful information than before.

The Yoo Joonghyuk of the 3rd turn knew all those information of the future he hadn't yet lived already. 『Han Sooyoung – Records of the 1863rd turn (First)』 『Han Sooyoung – Records of the 1863rd turn (Last)』 It was all thanks to the records from the 1863rd turn in the distant future that he might have gotten to experience if he lived as the story originally intended for him.

[Demon King of… Sal… va… tion!] Indeed, he'd have left this place were it not for those words. Yoo Joonghyuk hesitated for a little bit, before approaching the half-open cocoon. Michael, still not fully alive yet, lay in a defenseless sleep inside the shell.

Yoo Joonghyuk faced off against the gaze falling from the sky and spoke. "…I've told you this before, haven't I? I shall be the one to kill Kim Dokja. Stop your unnecessary actions." The sky didn't say anything else in return. Yoo Joonghyuk sheathed his sword and his steps hurried after the trail of fragments scattered around the forest.

Unfortunately, even before I could fully open my mouth, someone else's voice interrupted me. "His goal is to see the end of a certain insignificant story." Icy-cold rage thickly permeated that voice. And I knew that voice better than anyone.

I'm getting such weird vibes from these.

Like, I do think that Joonghyuk is angry and upset. He's thinking about all of the information that would have made everyone's lives easier, would have made his life easier, if Dokja had shared everything right from the beginning (or as soon as he safely could without constellations spying on them), is thinking about the fact that it's all rightfully his information taken from his story and he would have eventually learned it if he'd allowed himself to regress and get better and better. He'd have been able to experience those things rather than Dokja getting a free pass and just reading about them and living them safely in his head.

But he's also thinking about how he decided to kill off his emotions and lose himself entirely to regression, and Dokja made him, Yoo Joonghyuk, not the Regressor, live again. Which is generally something that most people would consider to be a good thing???

And him killing Michael feels really strange. Like it says that he hesitated for a little bit, like he was thinking something over, and then he killed him and made this big show of saying it's because Dokja's death belongs to him? idk, "hesitation" doesn't really seem to fit Joonghyuk's personality, especially not angry Joonghyuk. In fact, everything in the entire novel has pointed to the exact opposite.

Like, the dude threw Dokja off a bridge into a monster within five minutes of meeting him, killed Sooyoung's avatar immediately after deciding she wasn't giving him the answers he wanted, has killed pretty much every other person the instant their death suited his goals, not to mention 1863rd Joonghyuk also immediately attempted to kill Dokja...

I might be overly hopeful and naive but I'm more getting the vibe that he's trying to stop Michael from coming after Dokja again as a form of protection and is lying to Eden about his motives to keep them away for now.

But at the same time he really does seem like he's seething over Dokja having secretly stolen his life from him. Especially when we think back on all the times Joonghyuk was willing to sacrifice himself to save Dokja because he thought Dokja was the one to save the world...and now he knows it's because Dokja was basically stealing his spot in the novel.

So... idk.

[justmoreocs-writing]

‘She’ll pull through,’ Alfred said firmly, resting a grounding hand on Teddy’s shoulder.

The young man, for once, tensed at the contact. He was grateful for his uncle, for everything he’d done for them, but right now he didn’t need that compassion. He needed A.J.’s indifference, needed her coolness at almost every situation. He needed her to sneer at him for worrying, even if she didn’t really mean it; he needed the balance that her personality offered to his. Not just because then it would mean she wasn’t injured, but because that’s what they had always done for each other.

‘She shouldn’t have to,’ Teddy said softly. He felt a stress headache building behind his eyes. Sleep lingered at the corners of his awareness and yet he refused to give in to it. Refused to rest when he still didn’t know how his little sister was. ‘I should’ve protected her.’

‘This was in no way your fault, Teddy,’ Alfred said firmly, allowing his hand to fall away from Teddy’s shoulder.

He was quiet as he carefully sat in the next chair over; Teddy wanted to fill the silence, and yet he couldn’t quite find the words. Rambling felt as though it were the wrong thing to do in the situation, and letting the guilt take over was something A.J. would have moaned at him for. Turning the conversation onto how Dick was also wasn’t a viable solution. So Teddy remained steadfastly silent as well, even though it ate away at him.

‘You know, your mother was very similar to Amy when she was younger,’ Alfred admitted softly. ‘Loyal. Determined. A little bit reckless.’

Teddy scoffed. ‘Doesn’t actually surprise me. She always was a bit like that though, I guess.’

‘Yes, I suppose she was.’

Silence settled uneasily between them, hanging there heavily in a way it never had done before. The memory of his mother, of how she’d run into danger to protect others, was so starkly familiar to what he’d seen A.J. and his friends do so often, it had been impossible not to draw parallels. Every time they did it, Teddy worried that it might be the last time he saw them. It didn’t matter that he trusted Lucius’s technology in the suits; trusted his own enhancements on them as well.

And after what happened to A.J.... There was no way the ghosts would leave him alone.

The door to A.J.’s room was pushed open, and the two men were up in an instant. Teddy felt his heart hammering against his chest, but deep down he truly believed A.J. would pull through it, like Alfred had said. Because no matter what, he refused to fully believe that the worst had happened. After all, that had always been A.J.’s job.

[arcxnumvitae]

Consequences || Part 1

The king sat before him in his guest room in an almost cruel mockery of a cordial guest visit. As if this were merely a normal house call to sip tea and gossip and not as if Aodh had just possibly ruined everything, on top of maybe starting a war with another land or two. The king looked at weary as he felt. 

“Of course you, the deal maker, will remember the ordeal even after the deal had been broken. And I, having broken free of the spell while in the midst of it, and possibly due to my connection with Seelie, can remember what has transpired as well.” King Camhlaidh’s fingers curled around the handle of his cup of tea as if to lift it and take a drink, but soon the tea was forgotten as he lapsed into thought one more. It was the fifth time he had done so, and the tea had long since grown cold. 

Aodh had not even touched his cup.

“From what I can tell of the servants and guards I have seen so far, none seem to remember the event. A few have complained about an odd dream and ‘deja vu’, a mortal term I believe, but it looks as if any oddities is being chalked up to the world of fiction. Of course,” he heaved a heavy sigh, “we do not know if that fact will be the same for some of the...main players.” Aodh flinched.

Alastair. Eilidh. ...Aislan. They would all hate him, and rightly so. They had been made puppets, forced to act in a play that would seem as if he had been the one drawing the strings, and all for what? A woman that he thought he had loved? The guilt that churned inside of him was as bitter as the blackest of coffees, and to make matters worse Aodh felt the threat of hot tears blurring his vision. As if this entire mess wasn’t bad enough, now he was blinking back tears in front of that accursed king who, even more infuriatingly, suddenly seemed too preoccupied with staring out of the window as if he had noticed something far more interesting in the front of the house.

As Aodh took the awkwardly given excuse to wipe his eyes, the king’s intentionally “disinterested” expression suddenly shifted to something more urgent.

“Eilidh...and that man.” In an instant, King Camhlaidh rose from the table and Aodh followed suit, feeling dread curdling in his gut. Eilidh was there, and with her lover in tow. Of course they would remember. And now, whatever punishment they threw at him, he would take with no complaints.

The sound of her approaching was akin to a storm as it grew closer, devouring all in its path and stopping for none, the confused voices of the king’s guards outside within the mix. The moment his wife threw open the doors to the room, Camhlaidh stepped forward with his hands held out peacefully.

“Now, Eilidh, I understand fully that you are upset, but we should all take a moment to--”

TWHACK. 

The sound of her punch echoed solidly throughout the space and Aodh stumbled backwards with the force of the blow, his cheek throbbing in pain where her fist had connected, stunned and yet not surprised. The punch hurt, but what hurt even worse was the expression on her face as the king stepped between them in an attempt to calm her down.

“How dare you?” Yet her eyes remained past the king, focused solely on him. “HOW DARE YOU?!” 

Everything seemed to happen in a moment after that.

Beyond the king and Eilidh, Aodh saw her lover approaching with murder in his golden eyes. Long, deadly claws slid from his fingers, and as he began to rush forward, Aodh dully realized that the man intended to run him through then and there. The king seemed to notice as well, and panic entered the ruler’s gaze as plants sprung up from the ground below, reaching towards the man in an attempt to halt his assault? Would they reach him in time? ...There was no telling, and, well, he had already decided that he would accept whatever punishment they saw fit to give hadn’t he? Be it a punch or his life they required...he would not attempt to fight it. 

Right as Aodh’s lids fluttered closed in acceptance of his fate, in that small moment that seemed to stretch for an eternity, the temperature seemed to plummet without warning. Aodh was almost sure it  must have been the icy chill of death welcoming him, but when his eyes finally cracked open he found that he had not been stabbed through the heart by the man. 

Instead, a giant spike of ice had cut off the vampire’s approach, jutting up from the ground to shield Aodh. The temperature in the room continued to fall, and the fae’s breath misted in front of him. Confusion rose, the king had never been able to summon ice before, and by the king’s own startled expression it was clear that the ice had not been of his own doing. But when movement by the still open door caught his gaze and he realized the source of the ice and cold. 

The name left his lips unbidden, the first word he had spoken that entire encounter ghosting out with another curl of icy breath.

“Aislan...”

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Dwarrowtober 2022 Day 13: Prayer- Fili Durin x OC

Fili Durin x Aurora Goodchild

Description: Aurora has only ever prayed three times in her life. Once when she was eight, another when her father passed and one more time when Fili’s life was hanging by a thread.

Word Count: 1.2k

Hobbits didn’t really believe in deities. Gods and things like that were never really on their mind and they most definitely weren’t the religious type. Aurora, despite the fact that she’d grown up around Dwarves, had grown up the same way as every other one.

That, however, didn’t mean she didn’t pray. Now, it was very rare, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t happen. In her life, Aurora had really only prayed three times.

The first time was when she’d broken her arm and hit her head after falling from a high tree. She was out in an instant but she could remember being in incredible pain, borderline excruciating to an eight year old. Her mother took her to Oin, who she knew to be a healer. The old Dwarf healed her to the best of his abilities but because she was so young, the hit to her head put her in a coma that would likely last for at least a few days.

Mentally, she’d woken up, and yet she couldn’t physically move. But she could still hear everything. Based on the sound of water running she could tell that she was back home, which sat by a river. She could also hear her mother Lavina talking, though she didn’t know who she was talking to as the other person never answered her. It sounded like she was begging whoever it was she spoke to. It was a mumble, but she could make out a few words.

“Oh Aule…”

“Merciful Aule…”

“Please just heal her…”

“I humbly beg of you…”

“Please Aule…”

Aurora didn’t fully understand until her father walked into the room asking her if she was praying again. Praying? She didn’t even know the word, let alone understood what it meant. It wouldn’t be until she woke up that she understood, but in that moment of unsureness she decided to follow her mother’s words. She didn’t add anything, just repeated them. And then just a day later she was able to move. After that she’d mostly forgotten about it, only remembering long enough to ask her mother about it before she moved on.

Aurora was a bit older the next time she prayed. It was when her father was on his deathbed. There wasn’t much anyone could do as he was just old and suffering several complications that came with aging. The best they could do was ease his passing as much as he could. As she sat by her father’s bedside she remembered her mother praying and decided to give it a shot.

It felt odd seemingly talking to no one. It felt much different than saying it in her head, and she still talked to Aule as if she were an old friend rather than a deity just to make it more comfortable. She spoke about what she hoped for out of this exchange: peace for her father. She all but begged for it. Leuda Goodchild was a good person throughout his life, he deserved that much.

And it worked. Leuda passed peacefully in his sleep with his wife and daughter by his bedside wishing him a goodbye. Words couldn’t describe how relieved she felt to know that he wasn’t in pain at all before he passed. It helped her heal.

The last time she prayed was around the Battle of the Five Armies. Well, technically it was two separate times so it was her third and fourth. She ended up praying twice in a span of a few hours, but it was about the same thing so she just counted it.

The first time she prayed was right at the end of the battle. Everyone left alive was trying to catch their breath and process all that they’d just seen and done. Aurora, meanwhile, was scouring the battlefield for Fili. She had absolutely no idea where she was, and the last time she saw him was right after the Company burst out of Erebor ready to fight. According to Dain he had followed his brother, uncle, Dwalin and Bellarose up to the hilltop where Azog’s wooden machine was but that was the last that the Ironhills King had seen of any of them.

Aurora felt helpless. She debated on going after them to find him, but she logically understood that it’d be no use, especially if they end up coming back down here anyway. If they were still alive, that is. Oh, how she hoped they were still alive. She had no idea what she’d do if she lost any of them.

She felt her knees give out at the mere thought. Having no idea what to do, she eventually did the first thing that came to mind: she prayed. Once again she found herself begging Aule that they would all still be alive.

And, once again, her prayers came to fruition. Just as she finished her prayer she heard fapping from above. Three of the Great Eagles, who’d come to aid them in battle, flew down and landed in front of Erebor. She couldn’t see anything until the Eagles took flight again. Thorin, Fili, Kili and Bellarose laid on the ground, all looking lifeless and pale, while Dwalin and Bilbo were crouched beside them. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as she ran over to them with the rest of the Company behind her. Thankfully, any thoughts of the worst vanished when Rosemary uttered two words.

“They’re alive!”

Bellarose’s injuries ended up being the least serious as she’d just received a head injury aside from a slice to the back, and she was okay after two days. Thorin, Fili and Kili were a different story unfortunately. Fili had likely been beaten into submission by Azog so it would be easier to hold him still then was stabbed through the abdomen. Kili, aside from the usual injuries that came with fighting, had been stabbed through the chest, which punctured his lung and filled it with blood. Thorin had the most difficult injuries by far; he had been stabbed through the heart by Azog before he managed to finally kill the Orc.

Rosemary did the best she could in healing them, pulling out all the stops her magic could offer. Yet, it was still a fifty/fifty shot on whether any of them would pull through. Was this how her mother felt when she’d hit her head? If that was the case Aurora would have to apologize to her with a big bottle of wine and a massage. That’s when Aurora ended up praying again. This time around she prayed to Aule, Eru, and any other deity and/or go out there that would listen to her. She prayed with any strength and passion that she had, begging and even crying to them to let all three of them live.

And, just like every time she’d prayed before, it happened. Kili awoke first, which both made her happy and gave her hope for Fili and Thorin. The day that Fili woke up had been the best day of her life. She couldn’t believe that just speaking to someone who wasn’t physically there could give so many miracles. Aurora was never really religious and had only prayed a few times in her life, but she was happy that she did because it meant that her Fili was still alive.

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

‘You like me more than you like them, right?’ Bernie’s voice was soft, and yet the words captured Lotty’s attention in an instant. Her brows furrowed and she turned to face him. His attention was on the small book in his hands, his notes on all things ghost related; she’d seen the sketches hidden amongst the writing, seen the newspaper articles he’d crammed in there as well. ‘Right?’

A sarcastic retort worked its way up Lotty’s throat, but she didn’t have the heart to give it voice. Instead, she put down the iron shavings she’d been inspecting and looked at him fully. After everything she’d done, he was still there. He was still trying to make her understand that there was nothing terrible in the school. She didn’t believe it, but she appreciated the attempts anyway.

‘Why would anyone like them?’ she asked, folding her arms tightly around herself. ‘You know they’re dicks, right?’ Bernie gasped, but she knew it wasn’t at the insult. Everyone was in awe of the little group of legacies, of the people who had never lived outside their training. ‘Not everyone is enamoured with titles you know, Bernie.’

His shoulders slumped with relief. ‘I just… I thought you might go with them.’

She scoffed. ‘What, because they smiled at me once?’

He shrugged, but she could see the doubt flickering behind his eyes. Rage bubbled inside her. How could anyone do something that might make him think like that? Bernie was one of the best people she knew. He didn’t deserve that. Not one bit.

Lotty steeled herself and closed the distance between them. She placed a firm hand on his shoulder, gave it a squeeze. ‘You’re the best person I know, Bernie,’ she admitted, forcing herself not to flee from this moment, forcing herself to look him in the eye so he might realise just how sincere the words were. ‘I like you more than pretty much everyone.’

[jojo0039]

*Summer Heat* The Phantom Part 1

Jo wakes up to sirens down the road. She's laying on one of the benches with her head on JJ's lap. His arm is wrapped around her while he's clicking his zippo lighter. "Did you sleep at all Jay?" she whispers so she doesn't wake Pope and Kie. JJ shakes his head. "I couldn't sleep. It's ok though you needed to sleep." he tells her. She moves her head up so she's laying her head on his chest. "This whole thing has gotten so messed up." she says. "I know Jo. I am so worried about John B man." Jo looks up at him. "I know I am too. This shit is so fucked up." She watches as JJ stands up and walks over to the back patio door. She stands up and follows him. She grabs his hand to get his attention. "Everything is gonna work out." she tells him. "How do you know?" he asks her in a broken voice. She gives him a small smile. "We just have to believe that everything is gonna work out. Plus John B has us to make sure that it does." Jo assures him. "How can you stay so positive after everything we've been through?" JJ asks in astonishment. He bends down and kisses her. She kisses him back and wraps her arms around his shoulders. "You're amazing." he whispers. She blushes and gives him a small smile. They break apart when Pope walks over to them and looks horrible. "Are they still patrolling?" he asks them. Jo sighs and nods her head. "Yea they just drove past like 5 minutes ago." she says. "Good that means they haven't caught him yet." Pope says. "Let's hope." JJ comments. "You know, we were in that car too. They're probably looking for us also." Kie says as she comes to stand with them. Pope glances at her awkwardly. Jo and JJ share a look. "Well if we're gonna be outlaws, we may as well help John B." Pope states firmly. "So we find him before they do?" JJ asks. Pope reaches into JJ's bag and grabs the keys to his bike. "Where are you going?" Jo asks him. "I'm gonna go get gas for the boat." Pope tells them curtly. He heads for the door. "Be careful." Kie says softly to him. Pope looks at her for a second before he turns his head away from her and looks toward JJ and Jo. "Meet me at the dock at 3 you guys. Don't be late." Pope tells them before he walks out the door. Jo glances at Kie and sees that she's upset. Kie gets up and follows Pope out the door. "What is your problem?" they hear Kie shout to Pope. "Should we-?" Jo points to the door. "We wouldn't be us if we didn't." JJ wraps his arm around her waist as they follow Kie outside. They stand by the door as Kie tries to talk to Pope. He keeps reeving the engine so he can't hear her. They watch as he peels off leaving Kie standing there. Jo pulls away from JJ and walks down the steps to Kie. She offers her a sad smile as she pulls her into a hug. "Come on." Jo starts to pull Kie back inside. They all see a helicopter flying overhead. Jo sees the SBI letters on the side. "Oh my God. This isn't good." she states. ************************ Once they walk back inside, Jo pulls Kie into the back bathroom. "Are you okay?" Jo asks her. Kie nods her head. "Pope told me he was in love with me last night." she reveals. "What? When did he do that?" Jo asks. "Right after you took off around the house. He told me that he has been in love with me for a while." Kie says. "I take it, you didn't say it back." Jo comments. "What could I say? We were trying to get to Sarah and he just drops this on me. I haven't even fully got to process it yet! He hasn't given me time to think. And he's so upset thinking it's an instant rejection and I never wanted to hurt his feelings." Kie says as she tries not to cry. Jo pulls her into a hug. "I know you never meant to hurt him." Jo comforts. "He means a lot to me! He's one of my best friends! I haven't even thought of him like that or any of the boys like that." Jo nods her head. "I know. It's Pope, he won't stay mad long. His ego got hurt, but he'll calm down and you guys will talk and it'll be okay." Jo calmly replies. Kie gives her a small smile. "You're right. He'll calm down eventually." Jo nods her head. "We just have to worry about getting John B out of here." Jo goes to leave the bathroom, but Kie doesn't follow her. "I saw you." Jo turns around with a confused look. "What?" Jo asks. "I saw you with Rafe last night. Why didn't you push him away when he kissed you?" Kie asks. Jo doesn't know what to say. "I- I- he just caught me by surprise. I didn't know he was gonna kiss me." she tells Kie. "You can't still have feelings for him! He's the reason John B is on the run!" Kie lectures. "I know-" Kie cuts her off. "He's a murderer-" " I know." "After everything that he has done to us, you shouldn't want anything to do with him!" "I know Kie!" Kiara shuts up and just stares at Jo. Jo sighs in frustration. "I know okay. I know that Rafe is an unstable person and I'm not defending him whatsoever. You haven't said what I haven't told myself a million times these last few weeks. He was my first everything, and he wasn't always like this." Jo wipes some tears off of her face. "I've been trying to move on from him and sometimes he makes it really hard to. But I know that I have to not only for obvious reasons, but because of JJ. We're starting something and I really wanna see where it goes. I care about him so much. It's not fair to him that I still have Rafe hanging on." Jo cries to her best friend. Kie quickly pulls Jo into a hug. "It's gonna be okay. I'll be here for you and help you figure out your love life after we get John B off the island." Jo wipes the tears and clears her throat. "You're completely right. I shouldn't even let this get to me." Jo comments and stands up. "Hey, you're always the strong one and there for everyone else. It's okay to let someone else be there for you." Kie tells her. "I love you." Jo smiles. "I love you too. Pogues for life." Kie states. "Pogues for life." Kie and Jo do their pogue handshake. "Now let's go out there before JJ starts looking for us." Kie says. "You go. I'll be out in a minute." Kie nods and walks out of the bathroom. Jo turns back towards the mirror and cleans her face up so it doesn't show that she has been crying. *************************** Jo walks back out to the lobby of the restaurant. JJ and Kie are putting some food in boxes. "Are you alright?" JJ asks her watching her carefully. She gives him a small smile. "I'm good. Everything just caught up to me. I needed a moment." She says as she grabs another box. "Is this gonna be enough food for them?" Kie asks as they each load up a box of food. "It's gonna have to be. I mean it'll be good for a couple of weeks, that's all they really need." JJ says as they grab the boxes. They walk outside to load the jeep. "Where the hell have you been?" They look up to see Jo's dad and Anna, Kiara's mom. "Dad? What are you doing here?" Jo asks. "Kiara's parents called me. I thought we talked about this. This behavior is completely uncalled for. Go get in the truck now." he demands of his daughter. "We were all up half the night, scared to death looking for you guys." Anna tells them. "Were you even gonna say anything to us?" Buzz asks. "Dad, I'm not getting in the truck!" Jo argues. "I'm telling you now mom." Kie argues with her mom. "Yes you are! Do you not understand the severity of this situation right now! You're gonna be an accessory to a murderer!" Buzz yells at them. "I told you already John B didn't do this!" Jo argues. "What the hell are you guys doing?" Anna asks them. "I'm sorry Mrs. Anna, Mr. M but we really have to go." JJ says to them as he closes the back latch of the jeep. "You guys aren't going anywhere! You are in so much trouble." Buzz lectures. "I'm sorry dad. I love you but John B needs us." Jo pushes past her dad as JJ gets in the passenger seat. Anna tries to pull Kie away from the car. "There is a storm coming! This is not safe!" Anna yells at her daughter. Buzz grabs Jo's arm. "You are not going." Jo yanks her arm out of his grasp. "John B needs me! I dont turn my back on my best friends like you do!" She accuses her dad. She feels slightly guilty after seeing the look on his face. "These pogues are criminals Kiara! You girls are gonna get shot!" Anna yells through the window at her daughter. Jo starts the car. "Get out of the car now! There is a storm coming!" Buzz tries to open the door. "I'm sorry dad, John B needs me!" Jo peels out of the parking lot. "Damn it!" Buzz shouts in anger. Jo drives the car to JJ's house. She parks the car in the front yard. She reaches over and grabs JJ's hand. "I can come in with you. You know I will." she tells him. He shakes his head. "This will only take a minute. Plus I dont want you to have to see him." JJ tells her. "You know I don't care about that." she responds. "I'll be right back." He opens the door and walks into the house. The girls sit in silence until JJ comes back out. He swings the key around on his finger. "See, easy peasy." he tells her with a small smile. ***************************** Jo pulls into the garage where the boat is being housed. They get out and JJ unlocks the door and opens it up. They see the boat sitting there. "There she be, hey girl." JJ speaks softly to the boat. "A 1983 Formula 402 SR1." JJ grabs Jo's hand and pulls her closer to the boat with him. She gives him a look of amusement. "This is the Phantom. I want my two girls to get acquainted with each other." JJ winks at her. She smiles with a shake of her head. "The first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under 16 hours. She's 40 years old you guys! And still the fastest thing that Kildare has ever seen." He speaks about the boat with pure love. "Why are you speaking nicer to the boat than you do me." Jo jokes with a laugh. "I'm introducing my two girls to each other." JJ tells her as she makes an amused face the entire time. "It's kinda a junker." Kie states. JJ gives her a deadpan look. "Really? She's right there Kie, she can hear you. Let's just put it this way. You two would not be smoking weed right now if she never existed." Jo shakes her head. "Come on, let's get this latched up." They hear a motorbike approaching. "Finally Pope." Kie mumbles. Jo walks closer to the door but stops with a gasp when she meets Rafe. Her eyes widen. "Rafe? What are you doing here?" She asks as she backs up slowly. "Hey, sweetheart. I missed you baby." Rafe comments before he whistles and Barry appears from the other side. Barry cocks a gun and points it at JJ. Before she can do anything Rafe grabs her around her waist and pulls her tightly against him. "You just stay right here with me. I won't let him hurt you." He whispers in her ear. She struggles against his grip. "Let me go Rafe now!" Rafe just tightens his grip. "See, don't think I forgot about me and you on the side of the road." Barry says to JJ. "I'm here because I want my mother fucking money!" Barry shouts in JJ's face before he punches him. "JJ! Rafe let me go now!" Jo continues to struggle in Rafe's grip. Barry punches JJ again. "Where's my money?!" Kie jumps on Barry's back. "Stop it! Leave him alone!" Barry throws Kie off of him and she hits her head on the boat. "Kie!" Rafe wraps his hand around Jo's jaw and makes her watch Barry hit JJ. "This doesn't have to happen this way. Look and see what's happening to your boy. Just tell us where John B is and Barry will let him go." Rafe whispers in her ear. "We don't know where he is!" Jo tells them. She struggles against his grip. She yanks her head back and headbutts him. "Fuck!" He quickly releases her. Kie stands back up. "We know what you did Rafe! You shot Peterkin! Do you really think Jo wants anything to do with you after that?" Kie shouts in his face. "I really wish you didn't say that." Rafe says calmly before he wraps his hand around Kiara's throat. Jo rushes forward and tries to pull his hand off of her. "Let go of her Rafe! Stop!" Rafe pushes her away from him. Barry is still kicking and hitting JJ. "Rafe please!" Pope sneaks up behind them and hits Rafe in the back with a pipe. "Get away from them!" he shouts. Rafe turns around and swings at Pope. He punches him, and Pope lands a punch on him back. Rafe swings again and misses. Pope punches him hard making him sway. Pope continues to punch him. "Pope stop!" "Pope he's had enough!" "Pope stop it!" Pope grabs a rope and wraps his neck around it and pulls. Jo's eyes meet Rafe's widened ones as he struggles to breathe. "Pope, stop he can't breathe!" JJ pulls Pope away as Rafe falls to the ground as he regains his breath. "We have to get out of here!" Kie and JJ start latching up the boat to the jeep. Jo drops down to her knees and puts her fingers on Rafe's throat checking for major injuries. Rafe's eyes meet hers as he struggles to breathe. "Stay off the cut, and stay the fuck away from Joanna you piece of shit!" Pope tells Rafe, before he pulls Jo up. Rafe's eyes never leave Jo's as she runs to the jeep.

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Naruto Series: Boruto, Inheritor Of The Will Of The Uchiha! by Giddy Madara

Anime » Naruto Rated: T, English, Adventure & Suspense, Sasuke U., Itachi U., Madara U., Boruto U., Words: 6k+, Favs: 14, Follows: 10, Published: Oct 7, 2016 Updated: Oct 28, 2016

1Chapter 1: A Sakura In A Sea Of Grass

Author's notes: Hellou. This series will basically be my attempt at guessing what will be happening in the mysterious kawaki arc of the new naruto generations. and will be using the Naruto Mythology for it. This will be a weekly thing, in case you're interested. Maybe I'll publish more if I can . Anyways, I hope you'll like it, and hope you will give me some feedback so that I can continue to improve.Oh, and also, I will be using 'Dattebasa' for Boruto's speech quirk. I just like it better than 'you know' or 'believe it'. Oh, and another thing, is this how you're supposed to do the author's notes? I really didn't know how so I just did it like this, but I guess it is essentially the same thing. But I just want to know in case it could bother someone, and also, I just want to become more familiarized with the way everything works here. Sorry for this been too long. Again, I hope you like what I've written.

Side by side, master and student...

"Master?" Boruto requested permission from Sasuke to engage him in conversation as both of them continued to go further into the great, bright-green open fields before them.

"What is it?" Sasuke asked without taking his eyes off of his current view. He wanted to fully familiarize himself with the area, and have a plan set and ready to go prior to the imminent assault of their foes. He wasn't concerned about the enemy, but it was a habit of him to not leave anything up to chance. No matter the opponent, or situatuation at hand.

Boruto was the same. The low chakra signatures he'd felt following them gave him little to worry about.

He didn't even have to think it over. He had complete and total confidence that half of what he was capable of would be more than enough to easily overpower whomever was behind those vivid, yet cold shades of chakra skulking in the distance.

In fact, part of the reason why he wanted to start a conversation with his master, was to merely kill some until their stalkers, as he saw them, revealed themselves.

"How did you…" Boruto said thoughtfully, before slowly beginning to take on a sly appearance. He was already anticipating what would be of his master once he heard what he had prepared for them to talk about. And he was in the best possible spot to see this transpire, too. Because, unlike his master's right profile, the left side of his eternally stoic face would not have lengthy, pitch black hair to hide the emotional showcase, which Boruto was sure, it would shortly turn into.

"How did you fell in love with aunt Sakura, dattebasa?" Boruto deliberately asked as he turned all his attentions to Sasuke.

Sasuke was always ready for battle at any moment… he just wasn't and would never be ready to talk about that, as shown by how rapidly the entire portion of his left eye had expanded in shock.

Nonetheless, he kept his view forward. No longer devising the next step of his engineous plan, no. He had just finished with that. But, nervous of giving any sign of vulnerability to Boruto, and in turn, give his, annoyingly smart, student enough reason to start picking at his brain.

"This is no time for heart-to-hearts!" Sasuke noted, somewhat annoyed, but mostly flustered. He was in a hurry to get Boruto's mind away from the subject.

However, Sasuke instantly realized accomplishing this would be no easy task.

For an instant, he had glimpsed over to his right with the corner of his eye. And his right eye, being the master at seeing through emotion that it was, had seen a great deal of desire in Boruto to continue with that conversation.

"Focus!" Sasuke demanded Boruto, feeling his face already beginning to melt.

"They could be here at any moment!..." Sasuke warned Boruto as he aggressively turned to him. Sasuke's sudden motion had momentarily uncovered the left side of his face, giving Boruto enough time to gaze into his Rinnegan, before his marter's straight hair swung back into place, and concealed his left eye once more.

Sasuke had hoped the activation of his Rinnegan would've been enough to convince Boruto of his fabrication regarding the short time remaining before their enemy's arrival, and in turn shut his curious mouth.

Sasuke had contemplated activating his Sharingan instead, as he thought it could have also been enough to make his lie convincing. But, as previously stated, Sasuke liked to take no chances, specially when it came to getting rid of that subject.

"Master," Boruto began, an extremely unimpressed look on his face. "What are you doing?..."

Sasuke gulped, terrified. He could already tell that Boruto had found him out. His lie had been his only defense against the full summoning of that subject, but now, such discovery had basically assured that that subject would be talked about. That is, of course, unless he came up with a lie much better than the one he'd just told. But, that was proving to be an unusually difficult task for him.

"Master, you know that I'm a sensory type… They're nowhere near us. In fact, I can't even sense them anymore… I think they might've gotten scared, and ran off, dattebasa." Explained Boruto, with an annoyingly bored tone of voice, to Sasuke's ever growing embarrassment.

Suddenly, Boruto took on a full smile and joyous demeanor.

Anytime Boruto was about to talk about anything regarding his kid sister he couldn't help himself from feeling anything but extreme happiness. Such feeling was something his little sister could always invoke in him, and which had remained in him, even after she had been gone.

"But, if you don't believe me, I can use the eye my little sister gave me to confirm their location." Boruto offered Sasuke as he used his finger to repeatedly tapped his closed right eye… right in the middle of the scar that stretched across his eyelid down to his cheek.

Then, just as suddenly as Boruto's smile had appeared, his eyebrows dropped, changing his expression from that of one which expressed sheer joy to an exaggeratedly judgemental, though playful glare.

"But... I don't have to do that… Do I?..." Tauntingly, Boruto inquired, as he observed how Sasuke's cheeks had reached a red tone capable of rivaling the one of Sarada's Sharingan. But,without being impartial, he couldn't decide which one was the reddest just yet. This was the first time he had seen his master's face be anything more than pale, and therefore, he could not fairly compare it to the red of Sarada's hateful eyes, which he knew all too well.

"Why do you want to know?!" Demanded Sasuke, angrily staring at Boruto, trying to mask his embarrassment.

Sasuke wasn't even trying to get away from the subject anymore. Not that he didn't want to… But he just couldn't think straight anymore about anything. Sakura's rose hair was constantly invading his every thought, right before the image of her kind smile completely took up all the space in his mind, and made him forget what he was thinking of.

Boruto's face relaxed until only a slight smile remained, which he then turned to the green fields.

The sight of Boruto's smile had brought Sasuke instant serenity. Mostly to his face, but also in his being. He had Naruto's same dumb smile. It was the same dumb smile he had hated so much in the past, but which he had come to appreciate ever since. Since it always reminded him of all the good things that had happened in his life.

"My resolve…" Boruto began, as if pleased with the pair of words he had just pronounced.

"It grows stronger the more I become aware of what it is I'm fighting for. And… It makes it easier to fight for it as well, dattebasa.

So," Said Boruto, stretching that 'o' as much as he could, before resuming. "Each time I have the opportunity to find out more about the precious things that lie in the village, such as your and aunt Sakura's love, I take advantage of it to further my resolve." Boruto explained.

Boruto then turned to Sasuke, seeming somewhat guilty, but still, without losing that liveliness of his. "I know that is a bit selfish of me, but… Uhh… Ahh..." Boruto struggled to explain his thoughts, to Sasuke's amusement.

"I mean, you did tell me, 'A ninja is what its village needs him to be.' Does that mean, me being selfish is fine as long as it serves the village? No that doesn't sound right, dattebasa… Ummm…"

"Fine." Calmly, Sasuke stated, and confused, Boruto turned to his master, seeking clarification.

"Huh?" Boruto asked.

Though, it had been a long time since Sasuke had accepted Boruto for who he was, he had never stopped hoping that Boruto would inherit his father's will. He had seen glimpses of it in a few occasions, but it had never quite been the same. Sasuke knew that Boruto had a strong will within him, but it had never taken full form and was different from Naruto's, and Boruto's latest words just seemed to confirm that.

Nonetheless, Sasuke believed in Boruto, as well as in himself to help Boruto in his journey.

Sasuke let out the biggest breath of his life, and then returned his sight to the vast greens ahead of him, readying himself to tell Boruto the tale of how he fell in love with Sakura.

Just as he was about to begin, Sasuke's senses were struck by great surprise. His mouth was now ajar, and though only one of them could be seen, both his eyes were about to pop out of his eye sockets. It seemed to be the sign of great danger coming, but then, all of that surprise began rapidly accumulating on the center of his face until it all eventually turned into a slight chuckle.

"Lord second… It appears you were right. Love does cause madness within the Uchiha…" Thought Sasuke as he musingly observed a lone cherry blossom leaf carelessly dancing just slightly aloft the sea of green, tick spikes known as grass.

Madness. He could find no other explanation for what he'd just seen. Even though it was their season to grow, Sasuke had not seen any cherry trees for miles. And the possibility of the single leaf having found its way from a far away place seemed way too far fetched for him. And so, as unreasonable as it sounded to him, the madness caused by love became his only reasonable explanation to the current location of that beautiful flower.

Sasuke continued to observe as the leaf, barley and clumsily, continued to avoid the green sea's surface until it finally landed on top of a single tattered leaf of grass.

The sight of this caused Sasuke's eyes to shut halfway, as once more, like in so many past occasions, Sasuke began to melancholically reflect on all the suffering Sakura had gone through in the past as she continued to care for him against reason.

And then… Sasuke smiled. He was finally ready to tell Boruto the story of how he fell in love with Sakura.

2: Sasuke's Love, Part 1

Author's notes: Hey! This is the second chapter of this series. Not much to say. Just hope you'll like and will give me some feedback so that I can continue to improve. Oh! And if anyone might be interested I'll be posting the next part tomorrow.

"First of all, I didn't fall in love with her… She made me fall in love with her. Forced me, actually..." Sasuke casually explained as Sakura's rose hair made him lose track of his thoughts, once again.

Having received a response much different from the one he was expecting, Boruto nervously smirked, worried the rest of the story would follow the same candid tone of his master's opening line.

Having grasped a hold of his thoughts, Sasuke continued."I used to not care for her in the slightest. For no reason and without knowing me at all, she would repeatedly declare her love for me. But, the only reason why she cared about me, or even paid any sort of attention to me, was because she thought I was 'cool'. And for that, I hated her. In my eyes, she was someone who didn't understand what true love was, and who treated it like a game she had to win."

Boruto's left eye had been continuously twitching with irritation due to the disappointment he had felt at the casualty with which his master was making his love confession

"Then, we got placed in team seven along with your father, and…" Boruto's twitching stopped midway, hopeful his master would finally mention some of what he had expected to hear.

"It just got worse from there." Sasuke continued as did Boruto's eye twitching.

"She always wanted to be around me for no other reason than to be around me. It was extremely annoying. I would often make that clear to her. But, that just made her try harder." Sasuke smiled, amused by the memories of Sakura's approaches.

"And since she was almost always around me… she eventually started to see me hurt. Those moments were what made me realize she truly loved me." Boruto's eye immediately ceased its twitching, and instantly widened. He was stunned by what he'd just heard.

Every time I was in pain, whether it was physical…" Sasuke's mind instantly transported him to a blurry sight of Sakura crying over his bloody body covered in long, sharp needles.

"... Or emotional…" Sasuke's mind shifted from setting once more. This time, he could see himself sitting in a hospital bed, reflecting on his lack of strength as he continued to ignore Sakura's attempts to cheer him up.

"She was always there.

Instead of running away to avoid feeling the same pain I felt, she… stayed."

Boruto's eye returned to its original state, and then slightly shut as he turned his sight to the floor. Boruto was no longer in shock. It all made perfect sense to him. Love being conveyed by one's willingness to feel the pain of those one cares for… Boruto saw truth in that. That's why he'd suddenly fallen in mood. He had never considered himself to be someone willing to endure the pain. Rather, he thought of himself as someone who had had no choice but to endure the pain that had come his way. He had never been prepared for the pain he'd experienced so far, and was sure he would never be ready for the pain that was sure to come. And for that, he thought himself a brat.

"Just like she had no reason to love me, she had no reason to want to share my pain. That's what I thought. It didn't make any sense to me. But then, I realized... my failure to understand her reason to choose to suffer was so because I had not seen such display for me from anyone in so long. She was the same as my older brother… Always with me... always looking after me…"

Boruto's previous thoughts were immediately replaced by curiosity. It was the same curiosity that was invoked in him whenever his master mentioned his older brother.

"There it is, again…" Boruto thought as he returned his attentions to his master.

The way with which his master had talked about his brother, the killer of the Uchiha… it was the same tone with which he always spoke with. That's what estranged Boruto so much. There were no signs of anger. Not even a slight change in tone. Whenever this happened, Boruto was always given the first impression that his master did not hold any terrible resentment towards his brother, but he would quickly dismiss that idea as an implausibility, just as he'd done now. Instead, he would replace it with the more believable and likely scenario that after so much time, his master had moved past his pain.

"But, due to that, I was always reminded of my brother whenever I saw her. I had finally come to care for her, but the rage I was reminded of every time I saw her always overwhelmed any pleasant feelings she caused in me.

Not just Sakura… team seven… they were all a reminder of what I had lost. I focused on that instead of what I had. And finally, rage, and the desire for vengeance became all I could think of.

One night, I left the village, and then headed for the darkest path. She followed, like always...

She was willing to sacrifice her life for me, but I couldn't let her do that. I had intended to come back to her and team seven once I made my revenge a reality. I thought that was what I was going to do, but as I kept moving further into the darkness, I lost sight of that. Finally, revenge truly became everything I had.

I grew so detached from them, that when we finally met again after so long, I no longer recognized them as friends. I saw them as nothing but obstacles in the way of my goal. It-" Sasuke was stopped mid sentence by Boruto.

"Uncle… you don't have to say anymore… datte-dattebasa." Explained Boruto, both eyes closed now, trying his hardest to keep himself from crying in front of his master. Even though his master had maintained the same emotionless expression for most of his speech, Boruto thought there was no way his master wasn't hurting as he continued to talk about those heartbreaking chapters from his past.

Boruto shut his eyes even harder. Crying started to seem like the only way to make that suffocating pressure on his chest go away. Again, like so many times before, Boruto had not been ready for pain he couldn't help feeling, and was simply trying to manage it.

Boruto turned the entirety of his face in Sasuke's direction. "I know you always cared for them." Commented Boruto, an immense smile on his face.

Boruto had figured that if he acted as if he was happy, then he would feel happy, at least until they were ambushed, and his mind was forced to concentrate on that instead of the emotional ride he was going through. That's what he had figured would happen, anyways. However, a river had emerged from each of Boruto's eyes as he broke into tears in front of his master. Realizing this, Boruto didn't make any further attempt at hiding his feelings. His master had already seen him, so he figured there was no point in trying to conceal his feelings anymore. Though, he did turn his head away from his master. He found it weird to face someone when crying. .

"It's fine. It doesn't hurt anymore." Sasuke explained, both eyes closed and a smile directed to Boruto.

Still with that smile, Sasuke turned to the sky, trying to remember where he'd left off.

Sasuke's words had only further saddened Boruto. Boruto assumed his previous assumption to be correct and that, like his dad, his master had gone through so much pain to the point of being immune to it.

"Will I be the same?..." Boruto melancholically reflected as he wiped the left over tears hanging on to his eyes only for more to emerge.

"Anyways, it was much like a restart." Sasuke continued.

"Again, I was a kid, acting 'cool', and once more, Sakura became someone whom, I believed, loved me for no reason, and whom I hated because of that.

But she continued to love me, no matter how much pain I kept causing her.

Over…" Sasuke saw himself in front of Sakura, his right hand enveloped in the lightning produced by his Chidori, closing in to her heart.

"… And over…" Now a kunai on hand, he was tearing through the fabric of the lone red jacket protecting Sakura's heart.

"... And over." His hand alone had reached Sakura's heart, and crushed it as he listened to her pleas for him to stop following the dark path he had been following.

"She never stopped loving." Upon saying those words, an image of Sakura smiling kindly at him took over all the space in his mind.

Boruto observed as his master did something with his face he had never seen him do before.

Sasuke's right eyebrow had risen, and the right corner of his mouth had reached heights Boruto had never seen it reach before. And then, his dark eye began to shine as did his perfect teeth. Boruto thought his master had formed a smile comparable to that of his dad's. He still couldn't see the left side of his master's face, but Boruto figured it had to be the equal opposite of his right profile.

His stoic expression back, Sasuke turned to face Boruto.

"Ignoring her had become harder. And after you father defeated me, I just couldn't ignore her anymore.

After that, every time I saw her, I felt this sensation, and I knew what it meant. I knew because, it was something that I used to feel." Sasuke instantly envisioned all the people important to him.

"It was something I felt whenever I was close to someone I loved.

I was mistaken when I told you, she forced me to love her. In reality, she's still forcing me to. Love is something which you never stop feeling. Otherwise, it's just another memory from the past which doesn't have any effect on you anymore." Right after Sasuke concluded, he offered Boruto another slight smile, which Boruto returned.

Moments later, the five taints of chakra Boruto had earlier sensed had reappeared, and were becoming easier for Boruto to perceive. Boruto instantly took on an expression ready for battle.

"Boruto." Sasuke mentioned with the same expression Boruto bared.

Unlike Boruto, Sasuke could not sense the chakra of his enemies. But after having taken part in so many battles, Sasuke had acquired the ability to notice any sort of change in his surroundings. He could feel it. A chaotic power getting bigger.

Sasuke turned to Boruto, and Boruto replied with a slight nod. Afterwards, Boruto slightly turned his head. Just enough for his eye to be in plain view of his master's right eye.

Immediately, Sasuke slightly fastened his right eye.

His right eye now reflecting his heart, Sasuke sought to make the reflection stronger, and widened his eye as much as he could. His Sharingan responded by commencing a rapid counter-clockwise rotation. The strong shades of red and black began to mix, and the slightly softer red of the veins on his eye began to make their way to his volatile pupil until a unique hexagram pattern appeared in the epicenter of his eye.

"Mangekyou Sharingan: Tsukuyomi!" Sasuke exclaimed in his mind as he concentrated his visual prowess on Boruto's eye.

Not a second later… "Got it." Said Boruto.

And not another second later, Boruto swiftly began turning his entire body towards Sasuke, his firm palm leading the way, heading straight for Sasuke's swinging katana.

Just like the last time he'd suddenly turned to face Boruto, Sasuke's hair had again swung over to the side, and uncovered his Rinnegan.

Sasuke widened his left eye, causing his pitch black pupil to contract before expanding back to its original size.

Just as Boruto's palm and Sasuke's katana were about to clash, both destructive forces disappeared from the other's path.

3: Sasuke's Love, Part 2

Hello! This is the second part of this chapter as the title might suggest. The latter parts should be ready by next week, again, in case anyone might be interested. As always, if you can, help me improve with some feedback. Bye!

Boruto was longer facing his master, nor Sasuke his student. Both of them found themselves a few feet ahead of where they'd previously stood a split second ago. A new face was before them.

"The power of the Rineggan, huh?" The man in fron of Boruto thought at the sight of Boruto's face having suddenly taken the place of Sasuke's back.

For a while now, Boruto had known that the fellow ninja who'd been following them were clear adversaries. He'd just figure they wanted something more substantial than just killing them. Nonetheless, Boruto quickly realized that was not the case. The fury in the face of his sinister-looking adversary immediately let him know his adversary disliked him for some reason. And then was the overwhelming amount of chakra behind the punch his adversary had thrown in the direction of his face. Boruto figured such power would've been enough to turn any flat surface into the perfect terrain for a small valley. This realization let Boruto know his adversary really didn't like him.

Sasuke's situation was slightly different from Boruto's, as he was no longer facing any fashion statement. Sasuke had already slashed at the view in front of him, and had not connected with anything that wasn't the warm spring air. His stylish foe had already anticipated the attack and dropped to the ground like lizard to avoid his decapitation. Having immediately realized this, and his enemy's incoming counterattack, as well as a second foe approaching from his right, Sasuke redirected his sword downwards, where the both legs of his first enemy were looking to sweep him off of his feet. With his whole body, Sasuke followed the motion of his katana.

Meanwhile, Boruto had managed to stop his adversary's attack by undoing his palm and clasping hands with him.

Once more, Sasuke's foe had instantaneously realized Sasuke's intentions, and had instinctively split his legs apart. Sasuke's enemy didn't yet wish for any part of his body to feel any part of the sharp blade.

Boruto's own second foe was already on the move. Boruto was aware of this. However, he'd made a slight miscalculation in his strategic position, and his angle wasn't quite the appropriate one to stop her. Boruto figured it he'd enlist the help from his first adversary.

Sasuke had missed his first mark as the blade of his katana passed through the space between his foe's legs, and adhered to the ground. Sasuke had never really expected to hit his first target. However, he had had all the intentions to strike his second foe, and was overly confident that he would not miss.

No longer considering the sword to be a threat, Sasuke's enemy was finally convinced to stop avoiding it, and split it in two. That desire just grew greater upon seeing how Sasuke was now mid air, using the handle of his katana as a foothold for his right, and only, hand to swing his body to the right.

Yet again, Sasuke's enemy had been quick to the uptake, but slow to anticipate Sasuke's future plans. Hoping to make up for that weakness, he increased the speed at which his right foot was heading for Sasuke's blade, looking to rob Sasuke of his foothold, or rather, handhold, and thwart his future, though increasingly present, plans.

A few tenths of a second back, Boruto had done with right hand as he'd previously done with his left, and quickly formed a palm rushing with chakra, which he then promptly propelled in the direction of his adversary. And just as Boruto had expected, his first adversary had slapped away his attack.

Boruto made no effort to stop the momentum of his hand, and begin a counterattack. Instead, he allowed his entire right arm to be carried by that momentum, and into the path of his second adversary. His hand was now in the perfect strategic position to be permanently stopped. Boruto's second adversary noticed this, and sought to take advantage of it.

Boruto felt a rather small, though immensely strong hand grabbing hold of his forearm. Boruto did the same and grabbed hold of her arm, though unlike her, he did it much more gently.

Buruto noticed how the left fist of his first adversary was already some three inches away from the side of his face. And, he also noticed how his second adversary's leg was one inch away from crashing against his back. Boruto realized he would not make it in time, and prepared for impact. He knew he'd managed to reduce their power enough to not kill him. But that did not have him at peace. He knew he would not die, but he also knew not dying meant hurting. And the blows he was about to be forced to endure seemed like they would still hurt a hell of alot.

Sasuke's situation was now completely different from Boruto's. His second attacker had also arrived, but Sasuke had never intended to welcome him with a the same holding of arms Boruto had received his own second foe with.

Sasuke's second foe had barely managed to get a good look of Sasuke's dark hair floating in the air before he felt his chest caving in.

His first kick having connected, Sasuke immediately followed up with his unused left foot to smash into his second enemy's face.

Boruto was in a lot of pain. His spine felt like it was melting, and the side of his face felt no pain, as all the pain it could have felt from his first enemy's punch had been transferred to his brain.

"What is this?!" The woman said with difficulty, unable to move her leg away from Boruto's back, or move at all.

Boruto began turning his face to his first attacker. Though, he did it with understandable difficulty as his enemy's punch firmly remained on his right cheek.

Meanwhile, Sasuke hadn't had much time to observe how further away he'd kicked his second attacker. He'd wanted to be prepared for an immediate response to a possible counter attack from his second foe, but his Mangekyou had earlier detected an attack from his first foe, which had now become an immediate threat. Sasuke chose to prepare for that instead.

Sasuke's first enemy observed how the blade was rapidly enveloped in ferociously ticking lighting. At the sight of this, he smiled. He was happy with himself. Just like he'd thought a hundredth of a second ago, he'd somehow correctly guessed Sasuke's future, now present, move.

Boruto's first adversary took what he was seeing as a sign of exceeding anger, but as the number of pulsating veins on the side of Boruto's face became more, he realized Boruto was not demonstrating great anger. This became exceedingly obvious to him upon seeing the smirk Boruto was displaying just below his entirely white right eye.

"I'll tell you." Boruto began answering the question his second adversary had previously posed. His adversaries did not need an answer. Their leader had warned them about this. And in their confidence, they had overlooked the abilities of Boruto of the Gentle Fist.

Sasuke observed as his opponent's foot made contact with the edge of his sword.

After the blinding explosion that came from the impact dissipated, Sasuke was able to distinguish many, sharp pieces of lightning enveloped iron, flying through the air.

Having accomplished his first goal, Sasuke's foe passed his right hand over to his left side, and firmly planted it on the fresh ground, placing his body on a complete, intricate stop. Sasuke had already let go of the handle of his, now nonexistent, katana, preparing to contain his enemy's next attack.

By simply closing his left hand, Sasuke's foe had accumulated immense amounts of chakra on it. Power, which he then directed upwards, towards his enemy's annoyingly cool face, as he saw it.

Sasuke observed as the potency behind his foe's rising punch started to arise his entire body.

"It's the…" Boruto began the second part of his answer as he forced the paralyzed hand of his enemy into helping him form the Ram hand seal.

"Wind Style: Pressure Damage Control..." Boruto casually explained, and as soon as he did, his surroundings became engulfed in a white dome of violently rotating air.

Centimeters off of the ground, Sasuke did the opposite as his foe, and opened his right palm. Though the gesture was different, it had had the same effect in invoking vasts amount of chakra in an instant. Sasuke threw his palm directly towards his enemy's risen fist.

Upon impact, the huge amounts of chakra from both caused the surface of the surrounding area to slightly cave in out of the sheer power.

Just as Sasuke had calculated, his chakra had slightly overpowered his enemy's, and caused his punch to bounce off of his hand.

Immediately, Sasuke bent his arm, and then swiftly moved half a step closer to his foe. His elbow stroke the center of the, annoyingly smug, face of his first foe, as Sasuke saw him, sending him crashing back against the ground until he was stopped by the treeline surrounding the fields.

Without the need to turn his sight in that direction, Boruto observed as the missing shade of chakra he'd earlier seen, finally joined the fight.

The peculiar green taint was some meters above his master, and getting closer to him.

So far, their adversaries had attacked just as his master had envisioned. And so, Boruto already knew what to do at this point.

It was finally time to make use of his second adversary. In an instant, Boruto shortened the distance between his attacker's hand and his own, until he was finally holding her hand, which he then quickly and easily directed into helping him form the Ox hand seal.

"Wind Style: Oscillation Control!" Boruto shouted, and the dome surrounding him became thinner and smaller in range.

Barely visible circular blades made of pure, high pressured air began to emerge from the white dome of air at high speeds in the directions of his master's first two adversaries as they made their way back to the battle area.

"Majestic Flying Swing!" Sasuke heard a female voice cracking out from above him.

Sasuke turned his sight in the direction of the shout, and saw a slim shadow with extremely long hair, slicing down on him with an equally long leg.

Initially, Sasuke had not contemplated paying any sort of attention to his third, and fifth total, enemy. But he had also not contemplated for the enemy to reveal her location so willingly.

Sasuke's first two foes continued to avoid the invisible blades constantly crashing around them, but Sasuke was not minding them. He had his attentions on his third foe. He didn't know why, but that red headed girl reminded him of someone, and the solving of that mystery was something he wanted to indulge in, but which he knew he had no time for.

Then, Sasuke noticed how her hair suddenly began waving to the left. Suddenly, the woman crossed her arms in front of her, as if trying to protect from something invisble, before she completely disappeared from Sasuke's view.

Boruto used his Byakugan to follow the fifth adversary total until his wind had dropped her off at one of the random trees behind the far away treeline.

Having momentarily dealt with the final adversary, and still keeping at bay both of his master's adversaries, Boruto figured he should permanently deal with his own two adversaries next to him.

Boruto let go of his first adversary's hand, and immediately stretched out his arm up to the sky. Then, right after, he let go of the hand of his second adversary and placed it up to his heart as he extended his middle and index finger and left the remainder of his digits resting on his palm.

The dome of air that had been surrounding Boruto had turned into an screeching, circular vortex.

Unable to control the entirety of the massive body of air, thin streams of air had escaped from the vortex and had already mowed most of the grass around the volatile cylinder.

No longer trying to avoid near-invisible blades, but completely invisible needles of air, Sasuke's foes had begun to make their way to the treeline, hoping to obtain a better cover.

Boruto placed an open palm in front of the chest of each of his immobile adversaries. Boruto lifted his left foot and began turning his body over to his right as he faintly retracted both palms from chests of his adversaries.

Half a spin complete, Boruto planted his foot back on the ground, and at the same time propelled both palms forward.

Having felt the strike, and in turn no longer feeling any sort of control over their bodies, both of Boruto's adversaries fell backwards, into the vortex they'd been centimeters away from the whole time. They were immediately sucked into its rotation. The continuous stream of sharp air made them instantly, though painfully travel the entire length of the vortex until they reached the top and were spat out back into the field.

"Master…" Boruto called out for Sasuke as he moved closer towards him, rapidly waving signs as he did.

Sasuke already knew why Boruto was calling out for him, as they'd previously discussed it a moment before their battle in the world of Tsukuyomi.

"Monkey, Bird, Dog, Ram." Sasuke's spelled out with his hand, and then took a deep breath.

Having waved the signs, and with Boruto on his sights, Sasuke placed his hand up to his mouth, and commenced the single, powerful blow. "Fire Style: Flame Whirlwind Jutsu!" Sasuke exclaimed.

The first speck of fire that emerged from Sasuke's mouth had quickly turned into a great spiral of fire that continued to expand as it continued to be drawn in into the white vortex surrounding Boruto.

His hands clasped together, Boruto was ready.

The wild orange fire had completely enveloped the vortex like a snake wrapping itself around a branch until the branch could no longer be seen, just the snake, and in this case, just the fire.

In awe, watched the fifth foe. "Beautiful... " She thought.

After a few moments of struggling to control the millions of oscillations revolving around him, Boruto breath out in relief as he unclasped his hands.

With his right hand, Boruto reached for the sky. The timbers of fire that had been floating around the eye of the vortex began to concentrate in an unstable, bright-yellow sphere hovering above the palm of his hand.

Boruto suddenly brought down his hand and intercepted it with his left hand, which he then wrapped around his wrist.

With his vision, Boruto had instantly located his enemies hiding in the treeline.

"Lock… on …" Boruto muttered as he continued to observe all three remaining enemies at the same time.

"Scorch Style: Kagutsuchi!" Boruto furiously yelled out as he looked down at the sphere he was holding in his hand. He no longer considered the remaining three to be his adversaries. They had become enemies. He'd given them every chance to stop and leave them be, but they had stayed, he knew they were now preparing for a second assault. They had pushed him, and caused for the evil inside him to come out. He hated them for doing that. He now wanted them dead.

Sasuke observed as the great body of fire began to open like a blooming flower with three petals.

The petals opened further, allowing Sasuke to gaze again at Boruto's spiky yellow hair raising in the air.

Next thing he saw was that spark of will he had seen Boruto display so many times before. He could see Boruto breaking his own limits as he painfully tried to overcome his own restraints with his sheer will. And then, saw him overcome those restraints, again ... Again, with a roar to the skies

[lokai-fi]

First of Many

Ateez Head Canon - The first time he says he loves you

:) sobbing over Hongjoong and Yunho :)

~Masterlist~

Hongjoong

are we surprised?

it’s in his studio

you’re leaning against his desk with his headphones on listening to his latest piece

while he’s watching you is when he realizes

you’ve been there through it all

all the highs and lows

through the laughter and the tears

everything

once the song is over and you pull the headphones off he’s pulling you into his lap

he’s slightly overwhelmed by the sudden realization 

but the way you kiss him makes his heart settle and beat faster at the same time

He says it the moment you start to pull away 

“I love you” spoken onto your lips before he dives in for another kiss

Seonghwa

you’re opening the curtains in his room while he’s just admiring you from the bed

you’re talking but he’s too lost in your early morning glow to understand what you’re saying

it’s only when you turn around and question his cheeky smile do you get your answer

“I love you” just spills from his lips

and he’s up and in front of you in an instant

listing out all the reasons he loves you between kisses

Yunho

curled up in bed together

no amount of blankets or pillows could quite match the comfort that Yunho gives 

he’s got you wrapped in this arms

an old disney classic playing softly in the background 

but the two of you are just so content 

you hear him sigh as you start to drift off

smiling at the gentleness of his lips on your forehead

You hear the softest “I love you” 

followed by another kiss

he’s already asleep by the time you fully recognize what he’s said but that’s okay

you can return the sentiment in the morning

Yeosang

he’s known for a long time that he’s loved you

he’s been trying to find the right moment to tell you but it’s hard

because every moment with you feels like the perfect moment

but he’s always held back because what if there was a better moment?

you two will be doing the dishes one night and you’ll know something’s up

Yeosang’s just too quiet this evening

You’ll ask if everything’s okay 

He’ll say no and fumble around for a bit before he grabs your shoulders so you can face him

He’s said it a million different ways in his head but none of them feel good enough

“I just want you to know that I love you more than anything.”

San

i firmly believe San will just be so content and comfortable around you that he genuinely hasn’t realized that he hasn’t told you he loves you 

he thinks it all the time and his friends are convinced he’s already told you with how he talks about you

hell, you’re saved in his phone as ‘My Love’ with a stupid amount of heart emojis

so when he does say it for the first times it’s so casual

like you handed him his coat and he’s all

“Thanks babe, I love you!”

yet he’s so surprised when you’re so surprised

Mingi

wanted to be careful about when he said it

more so because he wanted to make sure it was right

and that he was 100% certain

and the moment he decides he’s sure

the man radiates confidence 

which also means that the moment you open the door Mingi just blurts it out

not even a hello

just, “I love you, so much”

it might be a surprise but don’t leave him hanging for too long

Wooyoung

you two have been playing the ‘I really really like you’ game for a while now

everyone’s sick of your shit

just confess already

but you two are in it for the long haul, one of you is bound to break first

...

it’s Wooyoung

you had come over because he wasn’t feeling good and now you’re cooking him his favorite food?

he thinks you’re an absolute angel

wraps his arms around your waist and watches what your making with his chin on your shoulder

just mutters out, “I love you, you know”

you know, you know very well

Jongho

RO-MAN-TIC

say it for the people in the back

Jongho has been planning this moment out since the thought popped into his head that he loved you

Roses, dinner at your favorite restaurant, that one dress you’d been admiring for months

oh yes, this man goes all out for you

because he knows you’ll ask what all this is for 

he’ll take your hand and give you a quick kiss

letting you know it’s “Just because I love you”

[genshin-no-simp]

Diluc x Reader (Smut)

Pairing: Diluc x You/Reader (Female Reader)

Sexual content below the cut.

Warnings: reader is horny.

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Softs pants escaped your lips as you rubbed your bare pussy against Diluc's clothed leg. Diluc's right arm rested on the top of the couch that he was sitting on, his left resting at his side as he watched you, his eyes dipped to your bare chest as he watched as played with your own breast, pinching and rubbing your nipple. But it wasn't good enough, you wanted his hand on you, touching you, playing with you.

"D-Diluc, please touch me." You moaned out as the friction of his pants edged you on, as you pinched your nipple harder. Diluc hummed in response.

"I don't think that's necessary, I don't want to interrupt. Besides I'd much watch you touch yourself." He smirked. You whined softly.

"T-then let me suck your fingers." You bit your lip. You were enjoying this a bit too much, the feeling of his pants against your slick, throbbing pussy. His trousers long since stained with your juices. But Diluc didn't mind, in fact he found it really erotic. Just like the faces you were making just from humping his leg and playing with your own tit. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to push you down and fuck you till sunrise, but he wanted to test your limits, he wanted to know how needy he could make you. He wanted to make you cry and beg him to fuck you, to fill up with his dick. His dick that you craved all the time.

Diluc obliged to your request lifting his gloved hand that was resting by his side. You licked your lips as you held his wrist pulling his hand closer. You opened your mouth and softly bit on one of his gloved fingers slowly pulling it off. Diluc watched you very closely. Taking in every feature, every breath you took. You did this to all his fingers until you held the glove in your mouth. You dropped it to the side, your stomach began to flutter as you licked between his forefinger and middle finger. Diluc's breath caught in his throat despite his calm demeanor. He watched as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his forefinger before taking it into your mouth. His pants were becoming unbearably tight, but he knew you weren't going to last much longer. You sucked on his finger as you looked at him. Your gaze dark with lust and want. Want for him and only him. He knew you would never look at any other person like this. He let out a soft hum of approval. You pulled his finger from your mouth only to take it back in along with his middle finger. You sucked on both his fingers, gliding your tongue between his fingers, thoroughly coating them with your saliva. Diluc felt his dick twitch, it wanted the same attention. He wanted you to coat his dick with your saliva as you choked on his thick girth. He wanted to fill your mouth with his seed, watch as you struggled to swallow it all. He swore if he continued to think about it, it would make him cum so he focused his attention back to you. He noticed that you had stopped grinding against his leg. He lifted his leg up reminding you of the state you were in. You moaned around his fingers your eyes widening slightly.

"Keep going baby girl, if you can cum from humping my leg, I'll give you something better to suck." His deep voice reverberated through your body to your core, as he shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth. You moaned as your eyes lidded slightly as you continued to look into his eyes. You knew what he meant and you wanted it, badly. You picked up where you left off. You lifted your hips slightly, before bringing them back down onto his leg. You let out other moan around his fingers. You rubbed your pussy harder and faster against his leg, letting out continuous moans. Diluc added his ring finger into your mouth. You immediately began giving it the same treatment as the others. You sucked in deeply, your saliva dripping down the corners of your lips. Diluc could tell you were close, really close.

"Keep going baby girl, you're nearly there," he coaxed you on, "let it all out," he thrust his fingers deeper into your mouth, which sent you over the edge. Your back arched as you let out a gargled moan as you came heavily on Diluc's trousers. Diluc removed his fingers from your mouth a thick string of saliva connecting your tongue to his fingers as your body shook from your first orgasm for the night.

"I don't think you need me to fuck you, do you? You did a good job all by yourself." He smirked to himself, licking his fingers that you had previous sucked on, lapping up the saliva that was left. You shook your head.

"No, no, I-I need you, just because I came from that doesn't mean I don't want you to fuck me. I need you inside me." You panted, your eyes welling up slightly. Diluc smirked hearing your honest feelings.

"Is that so? Well I did promise you something didn't I?" He tilted his head to the side with a lustful look in his eyes. He was waiting for this part, and he was going to enjoy it. You licked your lips in anticipation as you looked down to see the large bulge in his pants. Slowly you slide down his leg, your pussy rubbing against his knee as you went down, a sultry moan escaped your mouth. Diluc held back a moan himself. He's never seen you so horny before, but he loved it, but he hasn't seen anything yet. Finally on your knees, you moved between his legs, you slid your hands up his legs, rubbing the inside of his thighs. Leaning in you placed a kiss on his clothed erection. Diluc let out a heavy breath, sticking your tongue out you pressed it against his bulge, you could taste his precum.

"Its seems you enjoyed me riding your leg more than you let on." You purred wrapping your mouth around him. Diluc groaned as his arm that was resting on the couch finally moving, his hand tangled into your hair. You sucked on him while looking up at him innocently, as if you weren't giving him a blowjob through his trousers. He looked down at you with dark red eyes. Shivers went down your spine as you looked into his eyes, you could feel your juices dripping down your thigh and onto the carpet. His chest heaved as his mind was swimming. He couldn't believe you had the audacity to look at him so innocently while you did what were you doing. He was going to have to punish you, but first he would let you have this moment. He'll let you have your way....for now. Diluc let out a shaky moan he could feel the knot in his stomach forming. You lifted your head away from him.

"I don't want you cumming anywhere except my mouth." You swiftly undid his belt and unzipped his pants. You pulled his pants and boxers down taking them fully off dropping it behind you and out the way. Diluc groaned with relief, tilting his head back. In the next instant he threw his head forward moaning as his grip tightened in your hair. You had taken him into your mouth, pressing your tongue against his vein, sucking on the tip.

"Fuck." Diluc usually never swore, he had an image to keep up after all. But when he was alone with you, while you were getting down and dirty, he would let his inner beast out. Despite being a pyro user he found himself becoming hot, with his free hand he loosened his tie and undid the buttons on his dress shirt, the cool air hit his chest, and he hummed in approval. You watched everything as your pussy throbbed so badly. You wanted him to touch you so fucking badly, you squeezed your thighs together tightly as you bobbed your head lower. Even though his mind was hazy with pleasure he noticed how you squeezed your legs shut. He wanted you to open them so he moved his foot between your legs rubbing it against you.

"Your only sucking me off, yet look how wet you are." You moaned against his dick as he rubbed his foot against your pussy. You couldn't help but grind against his foot. You didn't have a foot fetist or anything but you craved to be touched. He chucked deeply, rubbing his foot in time with your grinding. You moaned around him bobbing your head quicker. Hollowing out your cheeks you sucked deeply, you felt Diluc's dick twitch your mouth, he let out a deep throaty moan as he came in your mouth, he pressed his foot harder against you and you choked on a moan as you were swallowing his seed, as you came for the second time, this time on his foot. You removed your mouth from him and licked your lips clean while looking up at you.

"What a dirty girl you are, first my leg, now my foot, where else are you going to cum?" He chuckled, watching your face go red.

"On your dick hopefully." You breathed out. Diluc smirked.

"Then get up here baby girl." He said as he motioned you to him with his finger. As if in a trance you stood up shakily and sat on his lap, feeling him pushing against you. You moaned and brought yourself down onto him.

"O-oh~ Diluc~" you moaned out quite loudly, sensitive from your previous two orgasms. Diluc groaned at the feeling of your tight pussy around him.

"You're so tight baby." His hands rested on your hips holding you tightly.

"No-ooh. You're just-ah so b-ig~" you moaned between words, wrapping your arms around his neck. Diluc couldn't stop the grin that appeared on his face.

"Is that so?" He thrust his hips upwards into you. You felt him rub against that spot that drove you crazy. You could only nod in response. His grip on your hips tightened as he lifted your hips up and pushing you back down, pushing all the way inside you, pressing against your g-spot. You threw your head back, letting out one of the loudest moans tonight. Your fingers dove into his hair as you undid the tie that was keeping it up.

"Oooh~ T-there." You brought your hips down to meet his thrusts. His dick hitting your spot harder. You couldn't help but cry out. You could feel the familiar knot bubble in your stomach. Your walls clenched around him, and Diluc knew you were close. And so was he. He bounced you quicker, his fingers digging deeply into your hips, definitely going to leave marks. He latched his mouth against your throat just above your collar bone, your weak spot. Your moans echoed in the room as you came once again. Feeling your walls convulse around him, he let out a low growl as he came inside you. You moaned feeling his hot seed fill you up.

He removed his mouth from your neck looking up at your flushed hazy face. You looked back at him and smiled softly resting your forehead against his. Diluc returned your smile in kind and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body, though he did not pull out of you. Your breasts pushed against his half exposed his chest. He felt your hardened nipples against his chest. Diluc licked the corner of his lip, reaching up to cup your cheek. You leaned your head into his touch. Slowly he brought you closer kissing you gently on the lips. You happily kissed him back. You wouldn't expect it but his lips were softer than they looked. His hand that was on your cheek slid to the back on your neck pulling you in deeper, your mouth parted slightly as his tongue slid into your mouth. Your tongues danced and played with each other. Slowly the kiss got more and more heated. His other hand rested on your butt, groping and squeezing it. You hummed softly your hips bucking slightly and you realized Diluc was still inside you. You were so used to the feeling of being full you had forgotten that it wasn't normal. Slowly you began to rock your hips back and forth. Diluc let out a soft moan into the kiss, his hips rocking into yours. Breaking the kiss he looked into your eyes.

"It seems your still not satisfied baby." His hand on your ass travelled further down, teasing your other hole. You shuddered.

"Well that's okay, because I wasn't done with you anyway." He smirked, his eyes lightening up dangerously. And you realized this was going to be a long, long night.

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You panted heavily as you laid on your back, arms above your head, legs spread wide, Diluc's cum leaking out of both your holes. Not to mention how it covered your thighs and stomach. Love bites and finger prints littered your entire body. Tears of pure pleasure stained your cheeks. He had thoroughly wrecked you.

"Ah, baby you look so good like this. Completely fucked out." He cooed lifting your leg up to kiss your knee. He gently rubbed it as kissed your leg, he slipped his free hand into your swollen cum drenched pussy. You throat hoarse and dry from your screams of pleasure, you let out a strangled moan.

"D-Diluc," you whimpered, "n-no more." Your eyes welled up quickly from being over sensitive and over stimulated.

"Then say the safe word." He spread his fingers inside you, stretching you wide. You bit your lip keeping quiet.

"Then I'll continue."

[watchmegetobsessed]

Good morning - Harry Styles

a/n: oh wow look at me, double posting, can’t stop won’t stop. anyway, here is this lil birthday smut i wrote today, totally not while working, that would be unacceptable *cough cough*.... whatevs, enjoy and let me know what you though!

warning: it’s a smut, straight up, morning blowie for the bday boy

word count: 1.7k

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The warm morning Sun peeks through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the half open curtains giving the rays a free pass into the hazy bedroom that’s filled with warmth, sleep and little snores coming from one particular birthday boy who is turning twenty-seven today.

Harry lies on his back, one hand on his bare chest, the other one sprawled out to the side, his lower arm hidden under the pillow your head is resting on. Your legs are tangled with his long ones, one hand on his stomach, the other one tugged under your head.

You wake slowly, with each drawn breath, gradually sensing your surroundings. The rays of sunshine on your back where the sheets are not covering you, Harry’s soft puffs and snores you’ve grown to adore so much, it’s now hard to sleep without them. The touch of his soft skin under your balm and his hairy legs tangled with yours, locking them together, anchoring you to him even in his sleep.

Blinking a few times you get used to the brightness as your eyes fall on the man beside you, sleeping so peacefully. You give yourself a few minutes to adore the line of his forehead, the bridge of his nose, the curves of his lips and his chiseled jawline that’s just screaming to be touched.

You sigh, feeling so lucky and gifted to have him as the first thing to see in the mornings, his presence makes sure your day starts perfectly.

Harry hums in his sleep, his arm that’s under your pillow curls until he is scooping you closer to his side and you gladly move to lie against him, running your hand up on his chest you trace the cross pendant that lies between his chest muscles.

“Mmm,” he hums again at your touch and for a moment you think he is awake, but when you look up at his pretty face, his eyes are still wired shut, lips slightly parted. You smile at how easily he reacts to your touch even when he is asleep.

With your wandering eyes, you take in every tiny detail of his perfect body, every piece of art that’s tattooed into his skin forever, every curve, muscle and blemish, you just can’t get enough of him. And today, you are ready to cherish him more than usual. Today is his day, it’s all about your love for him and to show how happy you are that he chose to spend another year of his life with you. You still remember his last birthday at the beginning of your relationship. You were still testing the waters with each other, not entirely cozied up to each other just yet, you just knew you wanted to be together.

Now a year later, you can’t be more sure about wanting to spend the rest of your life with him, share everything with him and love him every day that you have on this planet.

Your hand slowly makes its way down his chest, gently caressing his tummy, grazing your nails softly on the lines of his fern tattoos until your fingertips reach the elastic band of his boxers. Glancing up you see that he is still sleeping and a devilish smile tugs on your lips, knowing how you want to wake your man up on his birthday.

As your palm slides further down his body, you cup his cock through the fabric of his boxers, rubbing him gently and sensually to wake his nerves up down there. His reaction is almost instant. When you slip your hand under the band he is already half hard, ready for whatever you have in your mind. You give him a few gentle strokes just to make sure his body knows your intentions before you pull your hand back. You push yourself up from your lying position and throw a leg over his waist, getting on top of him and leaning forward you put your hands to his stomach for support, your lips meeting his perfectly cut jawline as you start peppering his warm skin with chaste kisses everywhere you go. You watch his face and see that his eyelids start to move, finally opening when you’re kissing along his collarbone, down his chest.

“Mornin’,” you smile at him as his hands instantly come up to your waist. To add to the experience, you gently rock your hips, rubbing yourself against him, feeling his growing bulge push against your core.

“Oh my, good mornin’ to you as well, my love,” he smirks, closing back his eyes, lying underneath you, letting you do anything you want with him.

Your lips travel down his chest, across his tummy and you kiss every leaf of his fern tattoos before you move to the very bottom of his stomach.

“Have you slept well, birthday boy?” you ask with a coy smile when his eyes open again, fixed on you as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

“Yeah. But waking up has been especially good,” he chuckles, his morning voice doing things to you without him even touching you.

“Thought you’d like your first birthday surprise as early as possible,” you grin and tug down his boxers. He buckles his hips up a bit so you can easily get rid of the clothing item, throwing it to the side.

“So thoughtful of yo—Ah!” he moans when you place a soft kiss to his pink head, hands sliding down his erected length before you grip the base and bring it up from his stomach. He is so hard and ready just for you, it waters your mouth.

“You think you’ll like my gift?” you tease him, gently pumping him, taking your time with every movement you make.

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” he breathes out, his eyelids are still heave from his sleep, but he can’t take his eyes off of you as you settle between his legs.

“I hope so,” you smirk before licking up his whole length, a whimper erupting from his pink lips. Keeping one hand on his base you bring your other one to play with his balls, knowing well it always drives him crazy. Your lips are not even on him, yet he is already moaning your name. He brings his hands to you, collecting your hair in his palm so he can see your face perfectly.

You wet your lips, give his head another sloppy kiss before you wrap your lips around him and start pushing your head down on his cock, his dick filling up your mouth just right as he cries your name out at the sensation.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes out, one hand holding your hair, the other one gripping the sheets beside him.

You start bobbing your head, going up and down his erection, taking him in as much as you can every time you go down, covering the rest with your hand, gently pumping his base. He is so big, your eyes start to water when his head pushes against the back of your throat and you thank all higher forces you’re not one to gag easily.

“Y/N, fuck! You’re killing me,” he growls, unable to hold still, his hips start to meet with your head movements, pushing himself even deeper into your warm mouth. You come up for air, moving your hand up and down his length as you make eye-contact with him. His green eyes are filled with bliss and adoration, he always looks at you like you’re the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. You take a few breaths before going down again, determined to take his whole length into your mouth at least once. So you shut your eyes and try to focus as you push your head down, his cock sliding into your mouth again, but this time you go deep. He fills your mouth completely, the head already down your throat as your nose meets his pubic bone and you keep him there for a second before coming up.

“Oh fuck! You take me so well, baby. You’re fucking amazing,” he whimpers, unable to contain himself. His chest is heaving, his whole body buzzes with his excitement so you decide to go deep again.

You take another deep breath and push your head down, nose pressing against his pelvis once, twice and even a third time before you detach yourself from him.

“Holy shit I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack,” he breathes out and you can’t push your smile down as you go back to bobbing your head like in the beginning, picking your pace up a little as you know he is close to his orgasm.

“Yes, fuck! Just like that, baby. You are doing so good,” he encourages, moaning your name as you keep sucking him off, one hand pumping on his base, the other one massaging his balls to throw him over the edge completely. “I’m gonna c-cum, fuck! You feel amazing!”

You make sure to suck on him harder when your lips slide up on his length, giving him some extra sensation before his cock twitches in your hold and he cums into your mouth, his pleasure spurting into the back of your throat.

“Baby, oh my God! I love you so fucking much,” he whimpers, his words coming out all rushed and melted together.

You let go of him with a popping sound, swallowing without a second thought as you give him a few more pumps, making sure he has ridden his orgasm out fully.

“Holy fuck!” he pants, rubbing his face with his hands, clearly awake now. You lick him off, making sure he is as clean as he can be before you climb up him, cuddling to his side with a proud smirk on your face.

“So, did you like your surprise?” you ask, though you already know the answer.

“You kidding me? I fucking loved it. You and your wonderful mouth, I can’t believe you,” he chuckles softly, pressing his lips against you, kissing you as a thank you.

“Happy birthday, H,” you smile against his lips, pecking them a few more times before pulling back.

“Twenty-seven feels fucking fantastic so far,” he sighs, holding you tight to his side as you giggle into his shoulder.

[whetstonefires]

heavier than a mountain, lighter than a feather

[my take on @misskirby's not-prompt about obi-wan beating palpatine to death with an office chair]

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Obi-Wan had once touched the cold-burning edge of the Dark Side to give himself the extra edge he needed to cut down the Sith who had cut down his Master. He had fought with rage pushing him, he had fought with all the fear that Qui-Gon lay expiring on the reactor floor, that he might yet win and find himself seconds too late to bring the emergency med-treatment necessary to survive a lightsaber to the chest.

(Not that it had mattered; all he’d gotten from his desperate, hasty win was a few seconds of farewell bereft of comfort, and the burden of Anakin hung around his neck, and oh, he wished his padawan was not a burden. There had been no option but to take him and thus taking him must have been right, but no one should take on a student they did not feel ready for, and he had.)

If he had fought that way this time, he would have lost.

The Sith Master would have done what the apprentice could not, and twisted the Dark Side within him as it rose, and snared him in it, so he could not find his way back to the Light, and used that grip to bear him down with Sidious’ greater power, because the Sith said the Force will free me but it was the way of the Dark to place one will over another by pure force, so even what narrow freedom there was on the dark path was offered to one alone. Even in the best case, he would have been overwhelmed too heavily to fight for more than long enough to finish him.

Perhaps he would not have been killed. Perhaps he would have been kept alive to be used as leverage against Anakin. But assuredly he would not have been able to win.

Obi-wan however had what he would have thought of, if he had allowed himself to think about it, a trick for using his attachments and the desire not to lose them as fuel without reaching into the destabilizing, consuming whirlwind of the Dark Side. It was a dangerous, stupid trick, really, at least the way he used it, although Obi-wan thought of that way as fundamental to being a good Jedi, which would have explained a great deal about him if anyone had known.

The trick was this: it was easy to push yourself to where your limits should have been and beyond using your attachment to a person, without falling into the hungry selfishness of the Dark Side, if you simply did not intend to survive.

When he was thirteen, he had tried to persuade Qui-Gon Jinn, who had not yet been his Master, to use the bomb in his recently fitted slave-collar to blow open a door, killing Obi-wan but allowing him complete the mission, which was not Obi-wan’s mission

It was not difficult to return to that place, that space in himself where serenity came easy because soon there would be nothing left to go wrong or to lose—Anakin had made it difficult, for a long time; Anakin he was obliged to raise and train. Anakin who needed him.

All his obligation to the war and the Council and all the men under his command had not pinned him to himself the way his duty to Anakin had, and—knighting him had been helpful. It had been a relief, to finally cast off that weight. There is no death, there is the Force was much easier to believe of oneself than of those one grieved, and some weeks Obi-wan breathed it in and out with every breath, and there was no fear.

He knew several things, as he entered the Senate through an entrance that was technically, perhaps, a window. One that did not open, at that. That the Chancellor had some kind of failsafe embedded in the GAR’s brains. That the Chancellor was a Sith Lord. That the Chancellor had been using his access to Anakin all these years to hurt his Padawan.

That if he took the time to assemble the rest of the Council and try to stage this as a proper arrest, word would have time to reach Palpatine of Obi-wan having been publicly informed, because Maul was the least subtle sentient Obi-wan had ever had the misfortune of meeting more than once, and that if Palpatine knew the jig was up he would use his fail-safe.

So Obi-wan needed to do this alone.

It was possible, of course, that it wouldn’t be difficult. Sidious was a creature of stealth and insinuation. He spent most hours of his life maintaining a posture of harmlessness. When could he have found the time to do regular lightsaber drills, let alone practice live combat?

But Maul probably feared the man for a reason. So Obi-wan was going to do this as quickly as possible, but he wasn’t going to be hasty.

Spring the trap.

He’d closed himself down in the Force before he got near the Senate building, jumping through the hole he’d sliced into the window with only his physical strength and no Jedi edge, and only when he got near the Chancellor’s office did he reopen his senses just a thread, to make sure there was no one in there meeting with Palpatine whom he needed to keep alive. The Force didn’t slam into him with a warning, which would have to be confirmation enough.

Obi-wan yanked the door open, hurled five primed thermal detonators in the direction of the great ship-like slab of an occupied desk, slammed the ornate portal shut again, and threw himself to the ground at the foot of the wall, as far away as he could get, head tucked under his arms. He was fairly sure he’d seen Mas Amedda in there, standing beside the desk as the Chancellor in his thronelike chair raised his head with a gratifyingly startled look on his face.

Pity. The Vice-Chancellor could probably have explained so much of what had been going on behind the scenes, all this time.

The blast left the office door half-shattered, belching smoke, but Obi-wan escaped with just one splinter, not terribly large, in the back of one calf. His robes and boots had absorbed the rest of the shrapnel that had made it that far. He tugged it out as he got up—no time to do anything more, it wasn’t bleeding much. He drew a deep breath of half-clean corridor air and dashed into the opaque ruin that had been the Chancellor’s office, senses fully unfurled now that the time for stealth was over. Though in the interest of not being an irresistible target, he did not ignite his lightsaber just yet.

The Force guided him through the smoke, and he brought his sword to light even as he swung it through the murk.

It stopped, humming, against a bar of red light that hissed into being at the last instant, and that felt equally inevitable.

“You.” Sheev Palpatine’s face looked like a Sith Lord’s now, twisted with hate and lit red from below. And, gratifyingly, somewhat scorched. His hair had sizzled from the heat, and his left arm seemed to have something at least mildly wrong with it. Obi-wan hoped the explosions had affected at least one of his legs, as well, since his own maneuverability was cut by the shard of door to the calf.

“Me indeed, Chancellor,” he said, taking advantage of his two-handed grip to bear down against the block with extra force. Palpatine bore up admirably, but as his snarl tightened it was clear that it was not without cost. “Or should I say, Lord Sidious?”

The smoke was starting to thin, leaking away out of the shattered room. Sidious was still behind his ruined desk with its weakly sparking console, which seemed to have taken much of the impact for him—he was standing, anyway, sadly. Mas Amedda’s corpse, on the far end of the desk from the one Obi-wan had circumnavigated, was one of the things that was still smoking. Most of the brocade and other decorative fabric in the room must have been thoroughly treated with fire-retardant, but he had not been.

“I thought you might have learned my true name,” Palpatine said, far too complacently for someone whose long deception had been uncovered and who was staving off death one-handed. “But what brought you racing here in such haste?”

“Well, you see, they used to call me Sith-killer because of Maul, and since that’s been proven regrettably in error, I thought I had better—” Sidious tried to fling him back against the opposite wall with a sharp jerk of his wounded hand, and Obi-wan had to push back with the whole of his will and stance to slide back only a few feet.

This had freed their lightsabers, though, and Sidious chopped low with a terrible speed. Obi-wan leapt clear, knowing the blood soaking into the pale fabric of his pants was betraying the weakness in his leg—Anakin had had a point, he admitted grudgingly, about black hiding all kinds of stains.

For better and for worse.

He tried to catch Sidious with an overhead slash while he was up, to keep that red lightsaber busy for the most part, and when it was intercepted used the force of that impact to somersault back in a momentary return to his master’s old Ataru style—not too far, though, at all costs he must prevent the Sith Master’s escape.

Sidious wouldn’t need to get far, just to a room with a working holo transmitter, to destroy everything.

He flung himself back in.

Palpatine sidestepped his next attack, parried another, stepped back with the third. His single arm was telling against him, and while he was regrettably fast his movements were stiff enough that he had clearly taken at least one other hurt. Probably somewhere in the right hip. Obi-wan stayed on the offensive—it was how he’d beaten Maul, after all, though he was at pains to avoid overreaching to the point of recreating Anakin’s loss to Dooku.

His attacks did more damage to the sparking desk, bisected the thronelike monstrosity of a chair, which turned out under all the gilt, padding, and chromium to be mostly of durasteel, got close enough to put additional charred rents in Palpatine’s ornate sleeves. Nearly a minute had passed since he threw those detonators, and Sidious was still alive. Too long.

“Really,” said the politician, dropping his stance to one that would allow him to parry more from the shoulder, his first hint of fatigue. His style was not quite Makashi even as he adapted to the one-handed approach that was clearly not his preference, but there were some notes to it that rang so strongly of Dooku they could come from nowhere else. “What do you hope to achieve?”

“You won’t have Anakin,” Obi-wan said, the plot that had been in retrospect laid so horribly bare with just a few sentences from Maul, supported by a few more from some of their most trusted troopers, put together with a hundred hints and oddities and he should have guessed on his own.

Sidious grinned, the amiable wrinkles of his face lying deeper and more correct, somehow, in this attitude of wild, infinite gloating. “Possessiveness, Master Jedi?”

“No,” said Obi-wan, and it was true because he had given Anakin up, given everything up before he came here. He was holding onto nothing, he was an object in free-fall but not falling, because he was at exactly the right place and momentum at the outer edge of a gravity well that would let him remain at a constant height.

Orbits degraded, given time, if not carefully maintained. And if they were disrupted sharply enough it meant a violent, flaming spiral down into explosive doom, or sometimes out into the fathomless dark. This was not a true, secure serenity like a Jedi should strive for. But it would serve. For today, it would serve.

He fell on Sidious again in a flurry of blows, pushing his physical advantage, but although the Chancellor was clearly straining to keep up this defense, his stamina continued to fail to run out or even noticeably decline, as though he had learned to subsist on some constant well of the Force alone.

Probably he had, because it was welling up out of him, filling the room, an endless pit of the Dark that had lain concealed like a trap under pinned canvas and scattered leaves all this time. He was drawing heavily upon the Dark Side now and that wasn’t precisely goodbut it was promising.

He was beginning to develop something that was not quite optimism or confidence but approached both by the time the progress of the humming, crashing process of the duel took them past the far end of the desk, back into sight of what had been Mas Amedda. Palpatine angled his next fractional retreat toward the corps, away from the cracked and blackened windows, avoiding the treacherous footing of a shattered vase that had probably been a valuable antique.

Obi-wan tried to take advantage of the change in angle in the next rapid, whirring clash of lightsabers.

Unlike every other time they had crossed blades this duel, Sidious simply—shut his off in the moment before contact.

Obi-wan had committed a little too much of his weight to the blow to abort it entirely. Sidious ducked away from the remainder with a sinuous grace even as he activated his weapon again, now on the inside of Obi-wan’s guard—trakata, executed with terrible excellence.

The need for the dodge was the trakata maneuver’s great weakness, and gave Obi-wan time to avoid the worst of the stroke, but even still the red lightsaber clipped him across the wrist—not a clean sweep slicing off the hand entire, but a glancing blow, that seared through the skin and flesh and took a significant bite out of the ulna.

Obi-wan didn’t try to repress his strangled scream, and Sidious leaned into it in the Force, pressing at the pain, stoking it and encouraging it to drag him down into the Dark, where he would be the Sith Master’s plaything. He was smirking now, more deeply and honestly than ever, a laugh rising into his mouth, for if Master Kenobi had had a slight edge in their fight with two hands to one, with the Jedi’s primary weapon-hand incapacitated, the Sith would surely dominate.

In that moment, Obi-wan moved to rebalance the odds. His blue lightsaber chopped down—not onto Sidious’ flesh, which it was clear he guarded with the preternatural awareness of a being whose own self was as valuable as all the Galaxy else, but to sheer through the emitter end of the crimson lightsaber.

It spat and burst but, unfortunately, tragically failed to explode.

As Sidious raised his eyes from the ruined weapon looking like he might explode in its place out of pure outrage, Obi-wan brought his sword back up to go for the decapitating blow now that the Sith had no weapon to block with, but in that moment Sidious’ burnt and broken hand jabbed up, and shot a gout of lightning into his face.

His back arced so violently it threw him off his feet, and it was all Obi-wan could do to keep hold of his lightsaber in his good hand and deactivate it as he went down, to avoid doing himself a worse injury than Sidious had yet managed. The lightning followed him down, scouring its way from just beside his left eye down every nerve ending he had in a screaming, jerking chorus of pain.

The deep lightsaber burn on his right wrist somehow hurt more now than it had to receive, but the force of his constant convulsions kept him from screaming again.

Then it stopped. He had no idea how long it had been, and wondered if Palpatine had become too fatigued to keep up the electrocution. There had to be a limit to how long he could maintain that kind of power output. His chest was heaving, trying with animal need to make up for lost oxygen. Smoke and the scent of dead Chagrian weighed down his sensory world, since his eyes declined to open and most of his body would only say pain.

The whisper of expensive Senate slippers crunched toward him over the rubble of the ruined office with a surefootedness that no one would have expected of the elderly Chancellor. At least he was still here; Obi-wan had angered him enough to bother sticking around to kill him rather than running off to activate the troops.

Or maybe he was confident he could spin this whole event to his benefit—Obi-wan had destroyed the security cameras that would have recorded his Sith activities, after all. Maybe he would say Master Kenobi had been tragically killed defending him from the dreadful Sith Lord. Maybe he would ask Anakin to become his constant protector in Obi-wan’s memory. Anakin would do it.

He was struggling to turn his lightsaber back on and raise it, though getting it between him and the next round of lightning seemed unlikely when he was exposed in a supine position, when Palpatine kicked it. Kicked his hand, actually, so hard at least one bone cracked and the lightsaber went flying.

This weapon is your life.

“Should I summon it back and use it to kill you?” Palpatine murmured, with a deadly, vicious good humor that suggested he knew very well Obi-wan had no backup coming, that the only interruption they could expect would be Commander Fox and his men in red, here to protect the Chancellor. “Or should I step on your throat until you breathe your last? Or should I keep you alive and put you on trial, and drag the name of the Jedi in the mud through you, so that when your Order falls it will be your name that the Galaxy uses to call the killing just?”

Horror twisted in Obi-wan’s chest and Palpatine chuckled, a whispering foul sound that still resembled his polite politician’s laughter. “Yes, very good. I’ll make young Skywalker believe you tried to kill me out of pride and greed and because you despised him, until he curses your memory. Everything that happens now will be your doing.”

The rage and the fear that he had left behind when he entered were flaming up now in Obi-wan, the orbit deteriorating, the gravitational pull of abandoning them and letting the Order down and ruining everything and too little, too proud, the same hopeless arrogant padawan and of that terrible, world-tearing no dragging him down to shatter in fire against them, like he had on Naboo all those years ago but so much more utterly and irrevocably and--this wasn’t all him.

He sucked in his breath, shaking through teeth still clenched too convulsively tight to pull apart for a witty retort to all that poison, and melted away inside himself.

Over him, Sidious frowned, feeling the Jedi escape his grip in the Force. “Are you dying already, Master Kenobi?”

He thought Sidious had mentioned summoning his lightsaber through the Force to encourage him to try it. It wouldn’t be impossible. He knew the feel of it in the Force like he did few other things in the Galaxy; he didn’t need sight to reach for it.

But it was too small, and too far away, and his senses were too scorched and blasted by that awful lightning. Long before his weapon could make it to his hand, Sidious could kill him, even with no working lightsaber of his own. He couldn’t win that way, or even (that far lesser goal) live.

Instead, Obi-wan grabbed for the closest large object he knew to look for that wasn’t a corpse: the sliced-loose upper half of that baroque monstrosity of a desk-chair, conveniently bulky and only a few long steps away, just behind the desk he’d fallen from behind.

It came, and in coming swept Palpatine’s legs from under him, knocking him not quite sprawling, and then the curve of it had smacked into Obi-wan’s outstretched left palm, jolting the broken bone which did not matter in the slightest, and he rolled up onto his knees, graceless but fast, the slab of steel and leather still moving with the momentum that had dragged it to him, and clobbered the sitting-up Sith Lord across the face with it.

One of Obi-wan’s many faults was his tendency to take a vicious glee in striking low his enemies, but he did not think he had ever taken quite the joy from any beautifully executed maneuver that he did from watching Palpatine knocked to the floor by a slab of office chair. Obi-wan lunged after him, not bothering with niceties like getting to his feet, and brought the chair-slab down on his face again, this time with the strength of both arms—his right hand was mostly numb but for hurting, only the thumb and forefinger would move at all, and it was very weak, but none of that interfered with placing his whole forearm against the upholstery and slamming the searing-hot, bare metal inner side down.

There was a crunch, probably nose, and then instead of diminishing the awful seething presence of the Dark Side rose like a hurricane, and Obi-wan felt his throat close as from a powerful phantom hand, cutting off all breathing.

This caused him not an instant’s hesitation, because he had come here fully intending to die.

He raised the sheered-off slice of chair, adjusted the angle so the sharp edge where he’d cut the durasteel was pointing down, and aimed for the throat.

The ensuing explosion threw him after his lightsaber, and he knew nothing after hitting the wall.

[natswritingz]

Sexting next door / Sam x Reader

Note : This is my first fic in I don’t know how long, I tried my hardest so I really hope at least someone can enjoy this lol, also might be typos!

Words : 2.4k

Warnings : Sexting, exchanging pictures, dirty dirty talking, talk of oral/penetration/dry humping, swearing, lots of stuff.

The last week had been occupied with a hunt which ended with the three of you searching the woods for an old cemetery, laying all the buried souls to rest. Working with the Winchesters made the gigs easier. You found some joy in their presence, especially around Sammy.

You guys obviously had crushed on eachother, Sammy made the most moves while you took them as innocent jokes. You just didn't want to complicate anything for anyone.

You all had just got back to the motel, while the brothers shared a room like always, you got your own right next door. Your phone sat next to you as you pried off your dirt caked boots, hidden graveyards were something else. The device chimed with Sams assigned ringtone, you grabbed it in eagerness.

"You get settled in?"

You smiled at the text, he knew how to make you feel special even if it's a simple check in. You struggled with a response that sounded natural, typing then deleting, you finally wrote one and went with it.

"Yeah, just got the boots off lol"

"Are you getting anything good on the tv?"

"Nope, nothing"

That was a lie, you haven't even looked at the tv yet, but he didn't know that. You began unbuttoning your grimy top, feeling the cool air nip at your skin while the material still hung on your shoulders. You bit your lip as you typed another text to follow your previous one.

"Finally getting out of these clothes too"

You locked your phone quickly with embarrassment, you couldn't believe what you just sent. He was your friend, but the entire day he had been constantly flirting which made the temptation even harder to resist. The phone chimed after what felt like ages.

"Me too, I was able to get the shower first"

You read the text through squinted eyes, terrified to read his response with fully opened eyes. Your mind trailed to the image of him without anything on, the warm water running down his toned body, it made your heart race.

"Just about to get in"

You nervously pulled at your lip while intently watching the screen.

"Maybe I should hop in too, hot water sounds amazing right now"

"Do it, I'll keep you company ;)"

The wink confirmed it. He was leaving an opening for you to accept or decline before pursuing anything more.

"I'm taking off my clothes right now, what are you doing?"

"Turning the shower on, already undressed"

"I wish I could see that"

He opened it and hasn't responded in a while, you completely fucked it up. You cursed at yourself before seeing the tiny text bubble come up and disappear a few times until one finally came in.

"I wish I could see you take off those jeans, I could not stop staring at your ass today. All I wanted to do was pounce on you, you've been all I could think of."

You gulped at his message, this was would be your first time sexting, you were already loving it. You felt yourself getting excited at his message, reading it over and over. You pulled your shirt off the rest of the way.

"You were looking? That's very unprofessional of you, Sammy. If only I knew, I would've been 'accidentally' grinding against you all day."

Both of your tones suddenly changed, it wasn't the laid back no-period texts you normally exchanged, it was dirty and intriguing. You couldn't wait for him to respond.

"If you had done that, I don't think I would've been able to control myself."

"What would you have done? I would've loved to feel you press against my ass, I'm clenching my thighs just thinking about it."

"I would've pulled you into the nearest room and commanded you to grind against me until you came in your pretty panties."

You groaned at the thought, Sammy made dry humping sound hot, he could probably make any sexual act sound compelling.

"How do you know what panties I wear?"

You found yourself completely wrapped in texting back and forth you forgot about your plans to shower. Deciding to get comfortable, you leaned back onto the comforter. You were invested in where this was going, a shower could wait, unlike this.

"I've done your laundry and seen you in your undergarments before. I think I pretty much know everything about you, Y/N."

"I'm imaging my lace covered pussy grinding against your bulge covered by your boxers. It would feel so good to have you rub against me. I'd be soaking through my panties you could definitely see it dampening both our cloths."

You wanted to get dirtier so you tested the water, you wrote the first thing you thought of. It may have been a little too forward but your lust clouded all rational thinking.

"Jesus. My imagination might not be doing this scenario justice, I think we'd have to try it out next time we see eachother."

The elation in you grew with each suggestion.

"And when will that be?"

"If you keep it up, soon. Have you stripped yet?"

Sam was a great dom, he wanted everything to be in his control and you couldn't help but like it. You could trust him with control.

"I've been so busy with our little daydreams, I forgot I was even going to shower. Laying in bed still partially clothed."

"Take your pants off now, then give your ass a nice spank for me. Make it sting."

You followed his orders, placing the phone to your side as you lifted your hips to remove the jeans. You held the phone again as you flipped, now laying on your stomach, you used your free hand to rub on your cheek before giving it a sharp smack.

"Both are done, I'm thinking this might leave a mark?"

You raised your phone in a rush of confidence, snapping a photo of your ass and the handprint that reddened with time, attaching it to your message, and sending it without any hesitation. The mark was not as big as Sam could do and you dearly wished it was his hand instead.

"Fucking hell Y/N, I was not expecting that. You're making me want to come over right now to fuck you senseless."

"What do I do next? Still have my panties and bra on."

"Take your bra off baby girl, play with your nipples till they're both hard. Pinch them, flick them, be rough with it."

It was easy for you to follow his words, you found yourself loving his demands and dominance, you could keep following them for hours. You held yourself up with an elbow, you pinched the tip hard between your fingertips, rolling them slightly for more stimulation. You moaned with each uncoordinated flick.

"They're feeling so sensitive now."

You attached another picture, your tits in frame with your now erect and red nipples. After his reaction with the last one, you wanted to get more from him.

"So so perfect. Picture I'm there, sucking and biting on them. My warm breath fanning your soft skin. I want to make you feel good."

"You're making me feel good right now, I can't believe we're actually doing this."

"We can stop whenever you get uncomfortable, I want you to be good with all of this."

His message made you smile through the lust, he really did care about you. It wasn't the most ideal timing, but you could easily get worked back up again with his skills.

"Sorry, never wanna stop this <3"

You shook your head with a small laugh as you flirted.

"Good, me neither. You still have your panties on like a good girl?"

"Haven't taken them off yet, you haven't told me to."

"Sounds like someone's enjoying being bossed around, huh? What if I told you to suck me off, would you do it?"

"I'd let you throat fuck me. I want to gasp for my breath when you finally pull from my mouth."

"Your lips look perfect for my cock, I want to see them wrapped around me as I thrust into your mouth."

"I want you to be as rough as you can, Sammy."

You flipped over to your back once again, your hand dipping into your undies, rubbing soft circles over your clit as you awaited another message. You wanted to invite him over that instant but you had to resist the urge, sexting was fun and a good first step for the two of you.

"I've finally entered the shower, I'm stroking myself to the pictures you sent me. Kinda hard keeping the phone dry."

You laughed a little to yourself at the end of his message.

"Your turn?"

Not that your heart hadn't been pounding the entire time, your recent text made it even faster. You bit your lip in anticipation, you couldn't lie to yourself, you've always wondered what he was packing. And just like that, you revived a picture. Your jaw clenched at his size and width, you weren't entirely sure you'd be able to fit him if you ever got to doing this stuff in person. It was hot and impressive.

"How am I going to fit all of you? I don't think any amount of wetness would prepare me for you."

"We'll make it fit princess, I wanna see your warm pussy stretch around me. Fuuuck, I want you so bad Y/N."

"I want you bad too, maybe our next session can be face to face. I can't imagine how you'll make me feel when I have your hands on me instead of my own."

"You touching yourself right now? I don't remember telling you to stop playing with your tits."

"I couldn't take it anymore, I was aching for some relief."

That was true, your pussy throbbed for attention to the point it hurt to not touch yourself. No one else had this affect over you, making you soak through your lace like nothing.

"Fine, you can touch yourself as long as you don't cum until I allow you, and take it easy, I want you to enjoy this."

"Yes, Sammy."

You slowed down, rubbing slow circles on your aroused clit. Everything was heightened and sensitive, what was he doing to you?

"I'm touching myself, paced instead of rushed. I wish this was your hand. Not gonna lie, I constantly think of how good your large hands would feel on my body."

"Where?"

His response was immediate after he quickly read your message, considering what he told you just a little ago, you knew he was getting off to your little conversation.

"On my ass, in my pussy, around my throat. Even you holding my hands above my head or behind my back sounds like a pleasure. I want you to touch and explore every part of me."

The typing bubble appeared just as it did when he responded to every other text, this time you cut off his response with another one of your own, you wanted to get him really worked up.

"For future reference, I'd probably cum instantly with your tongue on my clit and your fingers in me as deep as they'd go."

You weren't a newbie when it came to sex, you knew what you wanted in the bedroom. Being a hunter and constantly hopping town to town, you had your occasional one night stand to release the stress that came with your job.

"Oh really? You want me buried in you while tasting you all at once? I can do that for you princess, I've been wanting to taste you. I'd eat you out till you came on my tongue then I'd make you kiss me, deep."

"You already know I'd return the favor."

You referred back to your message you sent not long ago about going down on him.

"We haven't even talked about getting to the main act and you've got me almost cumming. I had to slow my pace in order to not finish."

You smirked at his reply, biting your lip with a small groan as you still touched yourself. You were hoping you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

"Let's get onto the main act then. How'd you want to fuck me?"

"I can think of a few ways... But I most definitely want to see myself slide in and out of you. I want to enjoy every bit."

"Maybe my hands holding onto the back of my thighs while laying on my back? Everything would be on display."

"I could put your legs up on my shoulders and get really deep in you. Wouldn't that feel good?"

"I'd be seeing stars. And I would not be able to walk afterwards. Feeling you brush against my cervix repeatedly with your big cock, you're gonna fill me so good."

"Y/N you're gonna make me cum. Speed up."

With his permission, you started to rub faster. You moaned loudly, forgetting about anyone else in the seedy motel.

"Fuck, keep moaning."

You blushed in embarrassment, he could hear you from their rooms bathroom which definitely meant Dean could hear you, the strangers on the opposite side didn't concern you. You allowed yourself to moan with each lap, not holding back the cries. You went on for a minute before diverting your attention back to the phone.

"Imagine how much louder I'd be with you inside me."

"I've been thinking about all the noises you'd be making the entire time. You sound so hot. Are you close?"

"Yeah Sammy, I'm almost there."

Your breathing pattern became rapid and harsh, small wines escaping your lips as you played yourself to perfection.

"Beg for permission to cum."

You groaned at his response.

"Please let me cum, please Sam, I'm not sure I can hold it."

It was hard enough holding back your release but even harder to beg with one hand.

"You can cum baby, just cause you've been so good."

Your body released the tension, the relief rolling in as you came in your panties, finally. It hit you hard, your hips shaking as you moaned louder than earlier. You couldn't deny it, you never orgasmed like that when you were doing it solo.

"I couldn't help but finish to your moans"

His response was like his usual ones, not so formal and more playful. You could get used to seeing both sides regularly.

"We should do this more often, or try it in person, either one"

"I am 100% on board with that"

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