#yike im rusty

[thecapodomme]

THE MUSE 🎨🖌️

Paired Up: DOM! Trevante Rhodes As Zyair Malloy x SUB! Black Fem/Plus size Reader!

Background Music/ Song Inspired by @kittehkwrites

Word Count: 4,390 (Yikes, but not counting the lyrics)

WARNINGS: Mature Audiences: 18+, Minors DNI -(HEAVY Daddy kink, BDSM, SMUT, SMUT, MORE SMUT! PROFANITY!, Established Relationship, , Some use of AAVE, The N word, light Bondage, Breeding kink, Tease and Denial, Wax play ,Choking, Grabbing, Hair Pulling, spanking, Praise, Smacking of the face ,Fingering (F), unprotected sex , A BIT OF A LONG READ, Some grammatical errors because IDK WTF i'm doing! (Capo say sike..Right now. lol But Im deadass) ... and all over Nastiness. Did I miss anything?

DISCLAIMERS:

-DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK.

-DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Synopsis: In the glitzy world of art and indulgence, Zyair and Y/N reign as the epitome of a power couple, their magnetic connection sizzling with untamed desire. Their love story ignites from the ashes of Zyair's artistic stagnation, sparked by the fateful encounter at a decadent sex party. From that moment, their lives intertwine, fueled by passion and creativity, leaving behind a trail of whispered rumors and envious glances.

As their anniversary dawns, Zyair prepares for his long-awaited art show, his first since meeting Y/N. Yet, his thoughts stray not to the gallery's pristine walls but to the allure of his beloved, whose presence electrifies every inch of his being. The clock ticks away as Zyair's anticipation grows, his yearning for Y/N eclipsing all other distractions as he finally comes home.

But time slips away in the tender embrace of their love, their passion threatening to consume them whole. As the hours blur into a haze of whispered promises and heated caresses, Zyair and Y/N find themselves ensnared in each other's arms, oblivious to the outside world. They are late for the grand affair, yet in the realm of their intimacy, time holds no dominion.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @notapradagurl7 @henneseyhoe @browngirldominion @melaninpov @hwadam-stories @spaceslutsworld @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @skvrpion @westside-rot @tvchi @kittehkwrites @kindofaintrovert @lostgalaxies

A/N: first off ... I'M RUSTY OK. Also I'm a bit upset because my older brother was like "who writes fan fics anymore they're so passé." 🥹 I said am I not a writer? Did I not get a journalism degree? Did my teachers not push me to do this and saw something? He didn't have anything to say back. But anyway! Is this self indulgent? YES. Are you still going to enjoy it? YES! BRAIN ROT....? YEAH IM GLITCHIN'! Be easy this is my first Fan fic/Smut I'm nervous. I love yall! It's real nasty because... I want him to do this to all of us! Do you hear me?! Slight delay because I was transfixed with the dialogue. I was really trying to get the essence of Zyair. If this gets positive feedback There may be a Prologue, a part 2 , and a part 3 if y'all feelin' this! Like, comment, reblog.... if your heart so desires! 🫶🏽

It's been four years since Zyair's trial, and it was his first art show since then. Mea was long gone and probably still with her pinhead ass husband, and to think he really wanted to like her. He was breathing new life into his art, his name was cleared, and he was getting into his first real relationship. He found his ONE.

 Touring London and France during the summer months. His nights were long, and his days were short. You missed him whenever you hung up from talking with him all night or if he sent you a cute text. You knew he was premiering his new pieces from home tonight, and anything was possible with you on his arm.

Daddy: I'll be home later than usual. The show starts soon. Be dressed, be ready, and wear those heels I like. I'll come to collect you. You've been such a good girl. I can't wait to see you! This tour has been hectic.

You: Yes, Sir! I miss you more. Come home to me. ❤️🥺

Daddy: That's my Big Girl. I'm on the way. 

You gently placed your phone beside the claw foot bathtub on the vanity chair you'd drug over. The plush afghan carpet ruffled as you moved it to where you wanted it. The master bathroom on the first floor was spacious yet cozy.

An open shower in the back is made of dark marble and granite, and Zyair's closet is off to the left, surrounded by suits, ties, and his wardrobe. Although the loft was Gargantuan, unlike most places in Chicago, it had a makeshift industrial vibe that made it mysterious enough, you thought to yourself.

'It really needs a woman's touch.'

Drums and soft piano flooded your ears from the huge vinyl and Bluetooth sound system; you rifled through Zyairs' music collection all day. It was impressive, spanning from 70s soul to 90s R&B, which was very prized to his heart and his favorite genre. As you prepare to get ready as instructed by the love of your life, it always helps soothe your soul and set the mood for a night in the city.

You peeled out of your I murdered my husband's robes, Pinned up your waist-length Goddess locs, and began to run a bubble bath. Candles illuminated the floor, glinting your umber skin into the floor-length mirror beside the vanity.

You carefully sluiced a toe into the roaring torrent to test its temperature. With a satisfied grin, you plunged into its warmth and shut off the water; the suds were cloud-like and steamy, clinging to every part of you, and the scent of damask roses filled the air. Toni's contralto caressed you.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Baby...

Relaxation couldn't even begin to explain the euphoria encircling you. You've bagged the hottest artist in Chicago, are engaged to be married, and have much to look forward to as you start life with Zyair.

You hum along with the song as you grab your pink African exfoliating net, scrubbing from top to bottom. Occasionally, you slump your hand out to hold your phone in case he calls, or any texts from his art assistant flash across your dimly lit iPhone 15.

Head Bopping along to the beat and your legs kicking water onto the floor as you half danced in the tub. You were so bewitched by your daydreaming and bathtub concert that you couldn't hear a pin drop.

Arriving into the lot and slowly turning the corner, shined chrome and black wheels approached the entrance and parked, with a thud from the door to the Range Rover, where his driver let him off.

Since you been gone I been hanging 'round here lately With my mind messed up

Zyair stepped out of the vehicle in all black as usual; A pin stripped, short sleeved, button down shirt, noir wife beater, Prada slacks, and matching boots.

He quickly approaches the gate to the elevator, which was now broken. He shook his head in annoyance, and a frown curled at his lips when he realized. "Always on some bullshit," he scoffed.

A flick of his wrist, he checked the time. The gold bracelet draped on his wrist, twinkling in the light from the cars going in and out. He began descending up the inside stairwell to the third floor toward the loft.

With solid traces, he rose from the staircase. Slowly, he closed the exit door, hoping you didn't hear it squeaking to lock. Crossing the downstairs living room floor, he passed leather chairs, scattered and unfinished art pieces, and an acrylic-adorned curtain. He crept behind the curtain and into the room.

Jumped in my car Tried to clear my mind, didn't help me I guess I'm all messed up now, baby

His gait was slow yet boisterous. His hand behind his back, and he bounced a little with one foot pointed firmly in front of the other, walking straight and tall. His presence was always known in a room. He held a box of two dozen long-stem roses and a rounded, substantially sized jewelry box.

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Meanwhile, you'd already gotten out of the tub as the first verse goes into the chorus. The Whirl of the water rushing out of the tub feels loud against the empty room. You check your messages once more and check the time yourself: 8:30 p.m.

As soon as I jumped into my ride Those memories start to play, yeah A song comes on, on the radio And there you are, baby Once again!

Rubbing your body in Fenty butta drop lotion for an unforgivable glow, you look into the long-length mirror to the side of your makeshift vanity.

You pull on your raven-colored thigh-high stockings, bra, and Lacey panties with the corseted back, putting your talons into your mouth as you turn and take in yourself. The finishing touch is a generous dab of merlot lipstick and a flick or two of eyeliner and mascara after setting your foundation.

Nodding as if to say, 'Im that bitch.' You slipped on your coveted Dior patent calfskin sling backs, carefully lifting each foot to get each one on. Admiring your supple breasts, hips, and bountiful assets. From all angles.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me And it's all because of you...Hoo!

Zyair's panther-like proximity took you by surprise. He cocked his head to the side while taking in the sight of you setting down his gifts for you on the counter of the bathroom.

You didn't hear him stride up behind you. His hands gliding up your hips, and his luscious beard cuddling into the crook of your neck. Taking in your scent and his full lips, kissing your clavicle.

It made your heart palpitate. You felt his hands snake up past your bra as you relaxed into his embrace, letting your tensions melt into him. That familiar cologne of sandalwood and pimento that you adored wafted into your nasal cavities as his hand gripped your neck ever so gently but slightly, applying pressure.

"You look incredible, Y/N. Stay just like this." Zyair says in his full-bodied baritone, sounding like heaven to you after so long. Nibbling your ear into his mouth with a playful bite.

He was watching you in the mirror, hunched over you a bit as he towered above because of how short you were compared to his six-foot stature, hugging you to his manhood.

Your ass pressed against his inky slacks. You turned around out of his grip and held his high cheekbones into your manicured, blood-red nails, Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as he gripped and massaged your ass from above, making you stand on your tip toes and your breasts heaving into his Adonis-like abdomen.

Since you been gone I keep thinkin' about you, baby It gets me all choked up This heart of mine keeps dreamin' of you And it's crazy, babe

"I missed you. You were gone all month. I thought we'd never have alone time."You sighed into his parted lips, trailing butterfly kisses from the pronounced girth of his neck down to his Aureate-colored chains that sat right on his sternum.

Zyair respired, and his massive pectorals flexed in unison with your smacking lips as you kissed every inch of his chest through his open-collared shirt. Looking at you in the mirror, he stopped your assault of smooches by holding your hand.

"I know I miss you when I'm gone too,Baby girl. A nigga can't stop thinkin' bout you." He gently pulled you towards him, giving you that boyish grin and a flash of those to-die-for ivories as he clasped your lower back.

His bulging frame surrounded you as he stood back with your hand in the air, making you twirl like a Princess.

Before he sat down causally onto the vanity chair and embraced you in a hug between his thighs and a gentle kiss on the forehead, he bent over to grab the things he'd laid on the counter, brandishing them before you. He gave you the rounded jewelry box first.

Sitting back, his posture was relaxed and confident to the side, and his right foot bore the weight as he man spread all alpha, chocolate, and delicious.

You'd think I'd had enough, yeah Soon as I get you out my head I'm in my car again, ooh darling Just one request from the radio I'm back in love, sugar Once again!

"Mmh, Look at you girl. "He breathed in satisfaction, looking as if he could eat you right then and there. His tongue glides over his bottom lip, and his eyes darken with lust. You giggled and rubbed his thigh as you looked into his face. 

You squealed with excitement and vigorously shook the box, dancing in place. "What is it!?" touching it to your ear as if you could guess from the sound.

Zyair huffed a chuckle and looked at you, shaking his head. "You goofy lil' mama." he stroked his hand down his beard while looking at you.

Once you were done playing the guessing game, you unwrapped the thing like it was Christmas and you were the luckiest girl on the planet.

Wrapping paper, bows, and cards with the company name on them flew up in the air and scattered onto the bathroom floor. You got to the gilded piece.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me

"You like it, Baby?" Zyair cooed, his voice deepening.

"Baby, I don't need this. I have so much alr- "He stopped you before you finished.

"Nah... nah... this is totally different. Unique even. You've earn't it, haven't you? "He says with a slight Louisiana drawl, his shoulders moving as he laughed.

"Y—You're going to collar me, Daddy? "You flung your hands around his thick neck and embraced him. Your eyes watered from his compassionate actions.

"You're the only one I think about and want to be with. I said why the hell not? " He smiled and played with your hair, twirling it between his nimble fingers.

Zyair took the collar from your hands, holding it carefully in the box. He took out the skinny key and unlocked the seamless hinge to open it. You stood in front of him, back turned toward him so that he could put it around your neck.

His hands gently placed the jewelry around your neck and shut it closed using the same key. Tracing it with his finger and mouthing "Mine" while you both look in the mirror.

You looked into his dark eyes with love, facing him as he leaned in to lick your lips and kiss you.

His fingertips turned white as he gripped onto your curvaceous hips, picked you up, and set you atop the stand-alone double sink vanity. You pull him into you by his belt loop and wrap your thighs around his muscular waist.

And it's all because of you It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy (Like crazy, babe) Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me (Whoa, baby)

The both of you all tongues and slobber each other down until you feel his long fingers curling under the silky crotch of the fabric of your lingerie.

You felt the sting of his teeth latch under your jaw as he bites into your neck. You hiss in want.

"Ahh, Zyair..." You breathe into his neck, rubbing down his back.

"Take this shit off. You ain't gonna need it."

He growled as you heard the sharp rip and crack of the cloth coming away as he tugged them off of your body.

His hands fondle and squeeze you until he finds your clit; your body bows from his encircling rhythm as he massages your nub with the fingertips of his index and middle fingers.

The cold from his ring on that finger makes you tense up and sigh. He licked from head to toe with his enormous tongue covering you.

He stops suddenly at your waist. You whine and squirm, but he's holding your arms above your head and looking straight into your eyes.

He licks his lips and winks at you, curling them in that bad boy fashion as he unbuckles his pants achingly slow with one hand, standing up slowly.

You watch, sitting straight up as he holds you, watching him pull pleasure from your inner depths against with your back against the tile of the wall.

His dick threatened to poke you through his Black and Gold PSD briefs. He moaned as he pressed against you. You moaned and purred back at him.

Here come the strings Then somebody sings Only takes a beat And then it starts killin' me, darling Only takes one note, I tell ya From that radio It's just another lonely love song

"Let me take it out, Daddy... please..." you said through gritted teeth, never breaking eye contact. Your breath hitched in your throat and went dry from his persistent teasing.

"Beg for it, and don't waste no time." He looks down at his growing and tenting hard-on, bites his lip, and raises his brow at you, looking back at you with the same taunting look.

You looked confused and in need as you ached for him. Smirking and pressing his lips to your ear as you struggled.

"Use your words. Or we're going to be late."

You begin to break into a cold sweat as droplets appear on your forehead. Trying to comprehend how to get out of this predicament, you slowly open your mouth to say something.

Still, by that time, Zyair was already bringing you down to your knees and grabbing your Goddess locs while ordering you to keep your hands behind your back.

He didn't hesitate as he stood over you, his slacks and boxers down his muscular physique. All you could do was look up at him, mouth drooling at the sight of him.

"Gon' come over here and Suck me," he said mercilessly in a dangerous tone. His voice echoed through the bathroom and made your chest vibrate. You did what you were told.

The way he only emphasized SUCK with feeling made your lower limbs thump with elation. You were already dripping but tried to hold out.

Your breathing increased with each moment that you realized you weren't filled up with his dick. Veiny, beautiful, and thick. You lick your lips in anticipation.

"Mmh, that's my BIG GIRL. What you gonna do with it?" His moans send you shock waves as he insists on teasing you. You use both hands to wrap them around his thick member not sure if it's a rhetorical question or if he was using it as a mind fuck.

Damn.

Zyair snaps your head back against the marble of the vanity. "I can't hear you, Bitch. "He snarls. "I asked you a question."

You squeal at the force and nearly yell from your tummy. " What Daddy told me to!!!!"

He chuckles that deep, devilish laugh again as he releases your hair. Your breathing becomes even more ragged, and you shudder at the sound. 

Before he's even done, he grabs the back of your head and forces his hard length deep into your throat. The mere shock causes you to sputter and choke.

With no room to run or breathe, he fucked into it, fisting your hair, making you bend over on all fours as he leaned down over you, smacking your ass precisely on your cheek, leaving it fiery, making it ache and jiggle, gripping your supple flesh as he went to trace a finger down your drenched slit at the same time. He moans, watching the recoil.

You gently swayed your hips from side to side as he played in your wetness, not wanting him to stop as you tried to keep up the pace. He was enjoying being sadistic with you, but it was a first that he hadn't been gentle before.

"Take it all, Mama. Don't stop."

Sucking in a sharp breath at your failed attempts to come up for air.

Coaching you as you did so, using your hair like a lever, tugging at it to make you go deeper and deeper by the inch.

Your legs automatically closed onto his wrist as he sucked his fingers and dipped a few inside you, your essence pooling around your opening.

He dipped his middle finger, then the second finger, taking his sweet time alternating. Making you writhe below him. Soaked and needy was the name of the game.

He twisted and pumped his fingers inside, leaving you leaking around them.

You glucked and gagged on his dick and hissed as he inscribed you just enough to make you whine.

Your gurgling and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, and he wouldn't let up. Looking down at you, biting his lip in pure bliss.

"That's it...Just. Like. That." eliciting a low moan from his lips. You looked into his eyes as your eyeliner smeared down your face from the tears. Making it hard for you to see.

The constant smacking, gagging, and slurping made you close your eyes tight.

The twinkling flames of the candles melting onto the floor and his chiseled face coming in and out as you tried to stay alert. The noises turned you on more than the act. Until you felt a welting smack to the face.

"Look at me. I don't want you focusing on nothin' else." his breath shuddered, and he kept up the same pace until he got tired.

You whimpered from the sudden flush of pain. But kept going, your hands still behind your back. His strokes became less frequent as he slowly slid his dick out of your mouth to the tip.

He was done using your mouth for now. Removing his fingers from your pussy, sucking them clean like he hadn't eaten in days, and cupping a hand under your chin as he stood up at his full height, looking intensely into your eyes like he'd never seen you before.

A soft kiss to your mouth, and You popped him out with a plopping noise and began to jerk and stroke him. A chain of spit latched from your crimson lips to his thick manhood.

"Hold that thought, Princess." He smiled as he walked to the other side of the bathroom. You watched, still in the same position he left you, as he gathered up a slow-burning candle from the floor.

Walking back over to you, he tested the temperature on his inner arm. Nodding and pleased with the degree, he approached you.

"Down." He commanded gruffly.

You used your hands to lower yourself onto the floor on your stomach and breathed in nervously as Zyair stood above your head.

Looking up, he looked even more Godly as you viewed his body from this view below.

You settle, and he crouches beginning to pour some wax onto the middle of your back.

You groan in pain, but as the sting settles into a numbing puddle, your senses begin to awaken.

Some beads down into your ass cheek. He waits to pour more onto the back of your neck and shoulders. You flinch with each interaction.

"Mmmh... " You softly moan; you fidget with anticipation of the next drip.

"You Aight Pretty? " He asks.

"Oh, that feels so good. Daddy," your eyes closed, and your mouth slung open.

"It's been a minute." He says with amusement. "I knew you'd like it."

He pours two more burning spots onto your ass cheeks, stands, and blows the candle out, placing it onto the vanity.

Turning his head so as not to blow any ash or soot into your face, and gently pulls you up.

He sat you back into the plush red and gold vanity chair, his lips meeting yours once more, kissing you down your body, and His tongue engraving tiny circles over your neck and down your breasts. slipping off your bra down your shoulders. You trembled from his touch.

His hands cupping one after the other, his skilled tongue lapping and suckling onto each as he goes from one to the other. You groaned as he bit down and tugged with his front teeth.

"Mmh... Fuck.." you shuddered and gasped at him playing with your body in this way.

Suddenly he lifts you up into the air and parts your legs, holding your weight onto his broad shoulders, suckling and licking your clit into his mouth and greedily scooping his tongue over your soaked folds.

Shoving his tongue in between, you yelped from the sudden waves of pleasure hitting you, and just when it started to get good. He denies you yet again.

Sitting you back down in the chair, he pauses as he lifts each leg and purposely slings your thighs over his shoulders.

Anchoring you by holding the chair, leaving wet kisses down your ankles, and spreading your inner thighs to give them some love, too.

Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed the back of his burst fade as you yearned for him to be inside you.

Reaching out to touch his stomach, his dick poking that triangle made between your legs. You subconsciously thought about shoving his dick inside you. But knew better than to try him.

"Oh fuck baby... Please." You tried to stop him from toying with you, but he only glared at you.

"Please, what? PLEASE WHO?" He asked with a flair of arrogance, tipping your chin up.

" ooouuue.. Daddy..." You whispered.

"Yeah, Be a good girl, Y/N, and be still fo' me." With fervor, he lined himself up at your entrance, stroking himself a bit, holding your head from above to make you watch him slide into you.

"Sssss.... Fuck I missed this pussy, and I missed you so much." He entered you tip first. Forcing himself out and plunging in again profoundly, making your head go back.

"Z-ZYAIR!" you cried out in response to his torture.

Repeatedly dipping himself into you again and again… he was halfway in and hadn't even begun to bottom out this time.

He wrapped his large hand around your neck, and both of you groaned in unison. as he made one swift pump into your creamy nectar.

"Mhm, You feel allat baby? "He coaxed.

You grimaced and blurted out, "Fuck, just fuck me....!" you said, almost screaming. You couldn't take much more as you needed him like water.

smugly looking into your soul he swooped up the chair with you in it, and your body went limp as he slammed into you, filling you up like never before. Leaning into you just enough at an easy tilt that was nothing for him.

The man pressed 350 pounds or more, and this was light work. Your walls clenched down in unison with his pounding strokes, your calves flailing out from over his inner elbows but holding you in place just the same while he kept you right where he wanted you by the seat.

A gut-wrenching moan came from the depths of your stomach as you held onto his shoulders; you leaned into him, the chair leaving the floor as he powerfully thrust into you at the same time.

"You so fuckin' pretty like this." He grunted and praised you as all life had left your body, and nothing was left but the room spinning. You gave way to him, and moans started to escape you. 

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck! Daddy! YES," You pleaded and panted in pleasure as he bounced into you non-stop. Through hooded eyes, he watched you getting so close.

Zyair being the pleasure Dom he was is paying attention to how your body heaved and pulsated around him. He slowed, pounded, and roughly used his hips to kiss your cervix as he continued to try to break into your walls.

With calculated potency, he taunted you as you pushed him away, scratching at his abs.

"Na, this is what you wanted, right? Take it," He whispers.

hitting your hands away with one hand. He bucked his hips, going upwards and faster by the second.

In a swift motion he's putting you down on the floor in the chair as your body convulsed in complete surrender.

Your juices gushing in a splash of release. He grunted as your walls cradled his length, still deftly stroking into you, But he wasn't done with you yet.

Zyair moved you from the chair and bent you over in front of him while clutching your neck, his fingers curling on your throat. Dog walking you around the bathroom while pinning your ass to his hips.

He kisses your cheek lovingly as your moans echo throughout the room.

"This shit is mine, Hm?" He asked.

"FUC- FUCK!..."  

Your gaze followed Zyair's as you looked back and moved around the bathroom.

You mewed and tried to hold onto anything your hands could find. Rough, long, and hard thrusts make your thighs quake with ecstasy.

You felt his hard abs and balls hit against your clit as he dug into you. His hands squeezing yours comforted you yet made you weak for him as he took control once more.

The squelching and wetness from you only fueled him as he tried to fuck the shit out of you.

"Look atchu creamin' all down my dick and enjoyin' this shit, little girl."

Your eyes fluttered as his words did something to you. You saw stars behind your eyes as you felt wobbly and tense. Your orgasm growing near.

You found the wall to hold yourself up with, looking out into the living room, your claws digging marks into his palm as you grunted.

He chased you with his own release by going harder, pounding, swiveling his hips, and moving his hand to the back of your head, keeping your makeup-stained cheek pressed against the cool cement of the wall.

"SAY IT! " He hummed in your ear.

"ZYAIR! " You came instantly.

You screamed as you squirted all over the floor of the bathroom, making it hard for both of you to stand. Inaudible cursing and degrading remarks flew from his mouth as he nodded in gratification.

You felt warmth rush over you as he sprayed your walls with his seed. He purposely fucked it into you as you tried to squirm away. Removed his hand from your face to open your ass and watch as he made you take all of his kids.

His strokes slowed as the last of your leaking subsided. Both sigh in relief, Holding you by your hips and kissing over your neck as if he couldn't breathe without you. He smiles, holding you against the wall.

"I guess we're late ain't we." He laughs through a smile, his eyes crinkled at the ends as he looks at you.

"Aht, Aht! Fashionably." You taunted.

"You've been in my collection again?" He says with amusement.

"AND WHAT ABOUT IT!? " you rolled your neck in a comical attitude.

"I told you what that does to me, girl. You know nothing about that. My momma gave me those albums. "

"Let's shower before we miss our anniversary party".

With a hard smack on your ass as he grabs towels from the hooks on the walls running playfully after you, your laughing excitedly getting a head start as the last notes of the song come to a staccato.

So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, darling) So sad, sad love song Ooh, I heard it on the radio last night So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, baby) So sad, sad love song (Ooh) You got me singin' another love song all night, darling...

P/C: If you'd like to be added to my Tag list just say so it's MAD OPEN! i'll be glad to add you. I really do hope ya'll enjoyed it. Lord knows I had a time writing it for ya'll!

Special Shout out and a thank you to: @megamindsecretlair @notapradagurl7 @melaninpov @browngirldominion @nahimjustfeelingit-writes For bullying me..... (Nah just kiddin!) For making me see this through. all inspirational to me and incredible moots!

[sincerely-nines]

yikes im really rusty!

jimmy on red you will ALWAYS be famous to me.

[sixtysixproblems]

(kicks down door) hey. hey guys. keeli & ponds have the same rusty colored armor, in i think the exact same shade. keeli was a captain and not a commander, so logically it's possible he served under one. so keeli was one of ponds's captains and i will die on this hill. considering how talented he seemed to be in the little screen time he had (and considering he was trusted highly enough to serve directly with a jedi), he could have been Ponds's second-in-command even. ya'll. ya'll what the FUCK am i supposed to do with this at 12 fucking am.

have some semi-organized/semi-incoherent thoughts:

this battalion seems to have really shitty luck with Clone COs getting fucking twc is a tragedy'd because YEOWCH. like can you imagine, your captain and all the clones with him die in a self-sacrifice last stand, and then your commander + command crew of a cruiser dies to bounty hunters. like i bet it's not THAT uncommon, and the 501st had a lot of plot armor in a way, but still?? that relatively early on in the war both times too?????? and can you imagine being Mace (and possibly Neyo) and having to navigate that morale disaster on top of your own probably messy feelings on both situations? like yikes oh my god.

well now i'm drawing parallels between their deaths, gee thanks. and now im wondering that after keeli died in that way, that was a big part of why Ponds chose to go down with the ship? like, from what we gathered of him, it seemed to be in character regardless...but if Keeli and a bunch of other men had died under his command, i bet it didn't even feel like an option to abandon the command crew/admiral-- even if it seemed implied (or at least in my interpretation) that ponds wasn't obligated or even expected to stay on the cruiser.

both deaths are written to make the audience feel shitty despite not really knowing these characters, but for different reasons. keeli's feels very "classic tragedy" aka it sort of echoes some greek/roman myths and tragedies for me. like it's very honorable, brave, and it's a heroic sacrifice, and because twc is twc it's a brutal fight pretty damn clear (to my recollection at least) no one got out of that fight alive. you root for the characters because they're pretty fucking likable instantly because of what they're willing to do to protect the twi'leks, even if you can tell they're doomed from the start or you're on a rewatch. you know why it has to happen, you just cant help but hope it won't. filoni seems to like this trick a lot cough cough fives

Ponds's death by contrast, was intended to feel pointless, and that's where the sense of tragedy/audience's sadness comes from at least in part. keeli's death was sad because even if these characters could have lived, they were too good to take that road and instead picked the greater good, and it was just...fucking sad, man (its 12 dont come here for good analysis). By contrast, despite ponds having a pretty impressive handle on the situation actually (he seems to get under Sing's skin a little, and it's my opinion/headcanon that the CT number he gave was a lie), it's not like he's actually in control of the situation/has any agency at all. It's cruel and it's unfair and feels pointless, especially considering he survived the ship crash and survived the bounty hunter's attack on the survivors-- and especially contrasted with most other named character TWC deaths, which are almost always in battle/a heroic sacrifice/etc.

so yeah, moral of the story, while the deaths have some parallels to me, they're also very different. filoni used different writing tricks to make me you cry over another barely mentioned copy paste man. again.

very unhappy considering the HCs of Rex both being close to Keeli (often as batchmates), and being stolen adopted by Cody & CC batch. i'm also very unhappy about all of this in general.

one thing that's interesting, is that clearly keeli's death can be pulled off without any previous screentime (sobs). but i dont think ponds's death would have worked as well if it wasn't for his (albiet brief) screentime in the ryloth arc. like, in hindsight, oh boy-- there is no reason (I can parse out, at least) to give precious screentime Mace Windu's random clone commander primarily to make him more likable-- via a good report with Windu, and wanting to pass on rations to the civilian/sad about ensuing warcrimes-- if you weren't, oh i dont know, trying to get the audience a little attached or at least remember his name for when you fucking kill him. like yeah, those scenes served dual purpose, but the other plot-y goals (like "here's the horror of fucking war again in our pg7 show") could have been pulled off other ways with characters that get more focus/the audience already knows (Cham, who would have a more emotional reaction, and Mace, who the audience already has a rapport with). maybe im thinking too far into this, but Perhaps Not.

my "first" (probably not, but first watch since i was ten) of That Scene involved "oh fuck that isn't the nice commander from ryloth right" (checks wookipedia) "fuuuuuuuuuck--", so. it still would have been sad, but it's a lot more sad if you remember (even vaguely) who he is and have your (anakin sad boy voice) "that was ponds" moment.

yeah idk how to end this. suffer as i have, i guess?

[saltydkdan]

hi im sure youve been asked this a million bajillion times before but is there an estimated date for when Friendlocke S3 highlights will start coming to youtube?

Okay so, this is a loaded answer so STRAP IN:

I don't want to rush it this time, so probably sometime before the year ends, and here's why:

For Season 1, I finished editing all of the videos, and then posted them "Bingewatch" style in a short span of 2 weeks. To me? That's optimal.

On the flipside, for Season 2, I rushed myself too hard, and ended up posting stuff WAYYY too early, and thus, Season 2's highlight videos were posted over the span of an entire year (YIKES)

This lead to Friendlocke effectively taking over my channel for a while, which I don't want. I want it to be one of the many series and videos on the channel! And for people who aren't interested to not get bombarded with it over a longer period.

The way Season 2 was handled is NOT happening again. So in an effort to not "grind stuff out for content" and appease the algorithm, I'm taking my time with it alongside a bunch of my bigger projects!

I am in NO RUSH, and I apologize if that stinks to hear, but I want to make sure these videos are REALLY good. Like, on par with previous seasons or even BETTER.

If you want to know my current progress, since you've been so kind to read my word vomit:

The Season is looking to have 6 episodes, much like Season 2!

The way the editing pipeline works for Friendlocke is that it's broken into 3 chunks. The Base Edit, the Salty Edit, and Final Additions.

"Base Edits" are done first, and are the video editing work done by my wonderful Editors (i.e. Tracey, Rusty, RasenDan, e.t.c.)! These edits are where they chop up the best/most important bits, and add some of their own visual/audio gags.

The "Base Edits" of episodes 1-4 are all complete, with 5 and 6 currently being worked on.

The "Salty Edit" is exactly what it sounds like, it's my draft of the Base Edits! I basically do my own round of editing of the previous drafts, making tweaks, adding jokes, and working on scripted segments to stitch events together where needed!

I haven't done much of my edits yet, as I'm focused on the Jojo Iceberg and bringing back some other videos, but I have been working behind the scenes on:

Final Additions! These are usually the last wave of edits, focused on adding in animation, music, and other things. While these are usually added in last, I have to coordinate with artists and animators fairly early on to make sure nobody has to crunch. Basically, as soon as I know a portion needs animation, or we have enough material for it, I talk to them immediately and start planning for it to be added later!

ANYWAY, sorry for the long blurb. Hope this all helps while I keep working on stuff in the meantime!

[acidmatze]

Yeah nah im gonna be annoying and make the list now

Things that rub me the wrong way re: How Vashs disability is written/drawn in fanworks Before anyone gets the wrong idea: Im disabled myself, in so many ways you cant even imagine. My body is a minefield and every step is the wrong one

When its just left out. Big one. WHY? Why are you doing this? Is it not sexy enough or something? Is the prosthetic too hard to draw? Leave it out then and be happy about having to draw one less hand When he doesnt take his prosthetic off when showering DO YOU WANT THE ELECTRONIC PARTS TO MURDER HIM TO DEATH???? Also why would he need it in the shower? Thats not how you clean a prosthetic

Also when hes not taking it off when sleeping Why are you so against him being comfortable? Do you sleep in shoes and jeans? With your backpack still on? And your glasses? I only need a knee brace but you bet your ass i fling that shit into the next best corner as soon as i get home. Cant imagine how uncomfortable a prosthetic gets when you have to wear it for longer than absolutely necessary and also do all the shit Vash does. Sweaty sweaty yikes

When people think its metal No its not metal. Yes it is metal. It is complicated. Its NOT the metal people think it is. Yes arms are heavy but that doesnt mean we have to make prosthetics just as heavy. Have you ever thought about how heavy it is? Why do you want him to haul FUCKING METAL around? Also why do you want it to get rusty and be shitty to clean and heat up and be overall extremely clunky when much much cooler materials exist? Whats next? A peg leg? This is the future, get creative.

THE PAIN I have seen Some fics that Do mention the fucking pain but most dont. I read phantom limb pain is nerve pain, which I have. Randomly. Its excruciating and the worst kind of pain i know. Period cramps are fucking harmless compared to it and my cramps were horrible terrible horrifying. I still take them gladly over just ten seconds of You Are Being Electrocuted Nonstop Flop On The Floor And Just Scream. Like.. existing is just painful. And if its not his arm then all the damn wounds must get painful as shit from time to time. Look at the guy. Ouch.

This is a newer thing i have seen creeping up from time to time but NO Vash is NOT ashamed of his disability. I got no idea what That came from but i hope it crawls back into the corner it came up from.

[the-whispers-of-death]

im now thinking about the organization that deals with the hybrids who can come back to life

i imagine they have every single hybrid registered in the system, and for the cats specifically, how many time's theyve died already, just to know when they actually need to call the funeral services and whatnot, and noone gets buried alive accidentally.

maybe sylvester dies in a car wreck. so i feel like the organization would be the first to know, and take the body into their custody

yikes imagine being stone in this situation,, your husband appears in the news one day as a victim of a nasty car crash and at the same time mārīte starts getting loooong calls from some unknown person (its just a worker walking her trough it all so she knows what to expect. and they probably dont even have stone in the system of relatives because thats more documents to do and more people to talk to) and no matter who he may try to get in touch with, noone has the body

this is also probably when mārīte explains whats going on, but whether or not stone believes it is a different question.

i feel like stone would already be planning a closed casket funeral, and mārīte just has to be like "hey mo no no-! hes not dead. listen to me, give it a week. i promise that in a week's time, i can prove it to you that he's okay. im told he's in a hospital slash lab of sorts. and we can go there in a week. they just need time to update the systems"

ough. imagine when they finally get to the hybrid-hospital. and sylvester just looks. fine. a bunch of scars in places that were not there beforehand, and who healed inhumanly quick.

yknow how music sometimes helps wake people up from comas? that but with voices. its probably mārīte who does all the talking to him. i feel like stone accidentally went on silent guard-dog duty

imagine sylvester wakes up and the first thing he says is "... fuck.. this again?". worst thing you couldve ever said man. heavily implying he's lost lives before (he has. but only mārīte knew that. dont let stone look at those death records, its embarrassing)

i feel like stone can and will heavily protest him being kept there for even a day longer for observation. poor baby :(

i see him trying very hard to pull the "im a doctor, i can take care of him myself" card, only to be hit with "well, sure you can, but based on your reactions you didnt even know the traits some hybrids have. now let the professionals work!" by some very tired doctor.

anyways sylvester's a good patient. he's been trough this before, and is just really annoyed by the paperwork he'll have to fill out now, and by being forced to take medical leave

~ rusty

Stone is in hell.

First he thinks his husband is dead and so he's already spiraling. And then he's told that no, his husband has a nice trait which allows him to revive and have so many lives (lives that his husband has already used up before). And now he has to watch doctors he doesn't trust treat his husband because despite his medical degree, he doesn't know the first thing when it comes to hybrids that have multiple lives.

He just wants Sylvester home and safe. And at least Sylvester is one of those things right now. Hopefully. Stone's not entirely sure these doctors are safe though.

[nights-nonsensical-ramblings]

Sonic prime episode 22(s3e6) watch thoughts

ooo explosive blast

mmm yeah they dont got much fight left

oh the prism looks really unstable right now

ooo cool attack with his tails

OOH!

so thats the grim power. thats super cool!

OH SHIELDS

he so sassy

ooh the powers making him woozy and tired

OH! biding their time? smart

ooh his had is shaking

jump! yeah there we goe

heack yeah! show of strength from gnarly

ah look at my jungle bby grinning

oh boy nine aint listening

hes what!? oh dear eellerating the decay aint good

man, i got no clue to how this will end

love the knux bot interupting the speach

oh hes bringing back the alphas to full strength

Ren. non. no no no do not put dread in charge. bad idea

I am still suspissious of dread (want him to cause problems)

uh no big bot up again

i am living the nine faces

REN! YES!

A im so proud

heck yeah! sonic and a knuckles fighting together.

huh? does someone else havve conrol over the big bot

I KNEW IT! I KNOEW IT! the tails!

YES YES!

DREAD SAID "ME BEAUTY!" He gonna cause problems

Dread totally doesnt see it as a we situation. that other pirate is so getting betrayed

mmm nine vs ren

uh oh big blast

wait. is dread actuallt gonna help. please no let him be a bastard.

ah nope hes helping. noo i want him to cause problems

nooo i want him to be nasty and stinky

ooo rusty talking to a amt bot

ooo shes freeing the birdy

Im so glad ren is up there for this battle

he said it he sait the thing

oh yikes. but it is soemthign to note that both someone from the shatterverse and some one not are affected the same

[theskyexists]

the giggle

WOW!!! risky!!! so risky rusty!!! he really did this!!!

ok so. fun villain. the terrible german accent lol. Donna in the labyrinth winning with brute force ahahahaha. the babies backing away oh my god. lovely little historical one two three four mystery. making the toymaker racist - brilliant. the human faced puppets genuinely a bit urgh oof yikes. Donna getting a job at Unit!!!!!!!!! loved the negotiation hahaha

Melanie and Donna both super competent. The message ...people always thinking they're right... always 'winning' and therefore losing. i like the message, but did get a smidge of 'thomas edison is witch' stuff from the problem of the internet. idk.... children on their computers too much and ghosting and cancelling bad. i mean... well fundamentally i guess i agree im just a bit sensitive. brilliant scene with kate - some really good stuff... i agree so fundamentally with RTD about this, that all that conflict derives from the conviction that you're 100% right and paranoia and damn the lil jab at american conspiracy theorist 'news' and just the whole spiral (or 'peak') that Kate goes through instantly.

VERY HAPPY that RTD made Kate explicitly care for her employees again. Hated that Chibs didnt do that.

THE NEW DOCTOR IS SO GOOD?????????????? WHAT???? I INSTANTLY LOVED HIM HE DID SO WELL????

and somehow he's emotionally competent??? very sweet to see him comforting himself????

DT DOES look too thin and ragged in this...the bi generation... i.... was like whaat.?? this happening?? wh....ok...? this is very cool but what?? and then they DOUBLE THE TARDIS AS WELL?????

i loved loved loved the family dinner (though i do think that people always forget that ten celebrated christmas with Rose and her family). I loved how RTD brought everything thats happened in - just grabbed it all and brought it into the episode he MAKES continuity. unlike the other two his narratives are ALWAYS looking back, even as the Doctor DOESN'T. this inherent contrast gives his writing always such energy. i also really like how he tries to make things make sense, to set up explanations (like for the Master) beforehand or after the fact? we dont know (though sometimes he goes too far in this).

thought the part where DT was upset about humanity blah blah blah hatred violent crreatures blah was a bit uncalled for or went on too long.but it was a good call back alright

ill say the following, i didnt think the pacing was as good that is to say i didnt think all the puzzlepieces fitted entirely perfectly into the flow - command centre went on too long a lil bit. Loved the aside with melanie though. LOVED the dancing toymaker oh my god I LOVED IT. but all the puzzle pieces were really really good.

one thing is though. why the heck didnt the doctor say: i challenge you to a game. from the very beginning??? the moment he showed up in 2023? his preparation of an 'exit' for the Toymaker never became relevant again?

I love ncuti in this??? wow. damn! and dare i say it....he looked super hot. wow lol.

Loved the little callback to the Doctor no longer being a time lord, and so what is he now.....?

i do think: HOW is ncuti gawa supposed to be any more well-adjusted than dt when they both have the same stuff in their heads???because of regeneration???? that didnt work before??? and isnt the doctor's problem ALSO that

Russel T DAVIES,, the man of trageedy, really said, i am going back and im going to give them a happy ending. im even doing the TARDIS doubling this time like i planned. IN THE SAME UNIVERSE NO ONE CAN STOP ME. this actually might be a great set-up for hm...fugitive doctor's tardis?

love love love love that fourteen got to come home to Donna, and that Rose is his niece and he takes her to Mars and New York and that Sylia is hilarious and that Shaun is too and that Melanie is there and...but the thing is... Fourteen is immortal right? isnt that the fundamental problem??? he'll outlive them??? he couldnt stand that - before. couldnt even stand the thought.

and...they beat the toymaker by.....playing catch good. ahahaha. i think thats silly that an allpowerful entity simply couldnt catch a ball as well....(made me think of john smith episode). oh damn the cain story...hah. silly solution to all that but i think thats strength really. just say fuck it: they play catch and teh Doctor wins. just cos

i am a bit sad Fifteen didn't get more changes to his TARDIS. but i mean it's a great TARDIS. with a chair i hope. I LOVE HOW RTDHAS MADE EVEN MORE EXPLICIT how the new regeneration echoes the companions!!!

[thotantics]

can i please request got7 reacting to their gf needy i really liked thw monsta x one... thank u!

Jaebeom

He’s very in tune with you in this way. Jaebeom knows when you want him, how you want him, and precisely how to give it to you with very little instruction or need to ask on your part. He’s not the kind of boyfriend to leave you wanting him for long. Unless he’s very busy in the studio, in which case he’ll feel so guilty for neglecting you and will do everything he can to make it up. When he picks up on that change in the energy between you, his eye contact lingers as he searches your face, but he doesn’t hesitate with moving forward, smirking to himself as you fall into his embrace easily.

“Let’s go to bed, baby girl. I need to be with you.”

Mark

If it’s early in your relationship he might seem a little flustered at first. That’s just because he didn’t expect you to need him like this, especially not openly. He has a need that matches your own, but he keeps it more to himself, reserved until those special, stolen moments when he has you alone in the dark of his room, that’s when he feels free to act on such needs. He won’t hesitate to give you anything you ask of him, even if he’s startled to the point of chuckling, his face burning. 

“Oh, yeah? Is that what you want, baby girl? Well... come here.”

Jackson

Zero hesitation. Whatever you need he’s got it for you. Affection? Attention? He’s got an endless supply just for you. Jackson is a doting boyfriend, he will spoil you endlessly with the things you want most from him. He’s the type that, if you make eye contact for a half second too long, he’ll be on you in a flash, pressing kisses to your cheeks and tucking his arms around your waist. Showing him your needier side will have him melting in the palm of your hands.

“Ah, my baby, you’re so cute! How could I ever resist you?”

Jinyoung

*jacks as u in this gif lmao* Depending where you are when he notices how clingy you’re being, Jinyoung will slip an arm around you and either lean in for a deep, passionate kiss, smiling before your lips meet, or he’ll press his lips to your jaw and murmur for you to be patient. He’s a giving man, but he won’t go out of his way to give in to you if he’s busy at work or in mixed company that he can’t just slip out of the room with you to take care of your needs. He loves this side of you, though, so much. He loves the way you cling to him, the way your eyes plead for him as your fingers curl tightly in the material of his shirt. He loves how much you need him.

“Is this what you needed, baby?” He asks as he presses himself inside of you.

Youngjae

Oh, he would live for this. Being needy for him will absolutely drive him crazy. Nevermind that he lives for your attention and affection, but when you eye him up and can’t seem to keep your hands off of him, he’ll go nuts. His need matches yours, intense and passionate and he won’t have much patience for waiting around before he can get you alone. His favorite will be having you on his lap, whispering filthy things into his ear. He’s a sucker for it.

“Ah, you’re so dirty, my sweet girl. What am I going to do with you?” *he knows exactly what he’s going to do with you*

Bambam

Maybe this is just a good excuse for Bam to turn it into a game. He’ll like teasing you to an extent. Not to any degree that he does his members or his siblings, because you’re special. Far too special to really tease too much but he can’t help himself. He likes when you’re feeling needy but he won’t allow you to be shy or coy about it. Tell him. Tell him every little detail or he’ll goad you on, pressing your buttons, asking a million questions until you admit it all in explicit detail. Then he’ll give in, a pleased smile on his lips, suddenly filled with just as much need as you.

“What do you need me for, though? Ah, you want a kiss?” *gif*

Yugyeom

When you start showing Yugyeom that you want him, it’s definitely going straight to his ego. He’s young and easily turned on, so you won’t have to ask him more than once. He likes hearing it, but he likes acting on it even more. Lives for the way you sigh as he sinks into you. Yugyeom will not leave you wanting him for long at all, unless he absolutely has no other choice.

“The second I get off of work, I want you in my bed waiting for me - naked and ready.”

[miavkin]

Ahhhh I just saw your Stranger Gerry and I love it so much!

Would you maybe draw Jon with the Vast or the Lonely Palette? :0

Thinking about the Vast amount of work Jon had to do...

[mochapanda]

RANK 4 KILLER & SURVIVOR LETS GO

[evierie-puur]

Hey I’m not dead

[today-only-happens-once]

My brain: Dancing to christmas music!

Me: Okay, but we can't have that be the entire fic over and over again just by changing the song. Other things must happen--

My brain: But consider: dancing. To christmas music!

Me: LIStEn

My brain: *banging fists on table* dancing. to. christmas. music!!!!

[sasu-loves-naru]

So what if, hear me out. What if in Valley of the End Sasuke and Naruto both ran away. They didn't go back to the village or to Orochimaru. How would the storyline have gone for you?

Pfew, i haven’t answered asks like this in years, and this isn’t a situation I’ve actually given much thought previously, so bear with me for a sec. 

In all honesty, I’m just not sure. On one hand I really like the idea of them leaving the village to travel the world, but on the other I feel like they’re too young/inexperienced for that at age 12. There is still much more they have to learn, I feel like they’re just not ready yet. Sasuke would still have his thirst for revenge on Itachi and Naruto wouldn’t know anything about Kurama. I think that’s a recipe for disaster.

So I don’t think they’d actually leave (yet). It’s clear that they both require extra training, that isn’t provided for them by just being part of an ordinary genin team. 

I’m actually not opposed to them seperating to train with a mentor for a year or two at this point. I don’t know who it’d be for Sasuke (Orochimaru is obviously not an option) but it’d have to be someone who is familiar with the Uchiha clan’s particular jutsus. I can’t actually come up with any existing character off the top of my head though, so you can leave that open for interpretation. For Naruto, despite his many flaws, I think Jiraiya is still a decent choice. 

Perhaps sometime during this period, Sasuke finds out the truth about the massacre, but, just like in the original storyline, isn’t sure whether it’s actually the truth or not. Distraught, he decides to return to the village, hoping to find answers there. 

Instead, he returns to chaos. Naruto had returned from his own journey only a few weeks before Sasuke did, and Pain decided this was the perfect moment to strike. Sasuke arrives right as Naruto watches Hinata “die” for him, and watches Naruto lose it. Sasuke, being able to control Kurama, and Minato (I would never deny Minato and Naruto their father-son moment) are eventually able to bring Naruto back, but not before he destroys the village. 

It becomes clear Naruto needs to learn how to control Kurama’s power as soon as possible, so Tsunade sends him away to learn how to control it. Sasuke is sent along with him, as a fail-safe in case Naruto loses control again during his training (taking over Yamato’s original role here) 

In the meantime, Sasuke keeps going over the Uchiha massacre in his head. He still doesn’t know whether what he was told is the truth or not, and it’s all he can think about. He becomes more and more distraught. 

Naruto, with the help of Kushina, Sasuke, and Killer B, succesfully learns how to control Kurama’s chakra, but Naruto is no fool to Sasuke’s emotions, and attempts to pressure Sasuke into admitting what’s got him so distraught while they’re on their way back to Konoha. Sasuke, who’s internally reached his emotional breaking point, doesn’t want to tell him at first and a fight breaks out between the two. Eventually, Naruto manages to convince Sasuke to confide in him,  and he tells him everything he’s come to know about the Uchiha massacre so far, including the fact he doesn’t actually know what is, and what isn’t, the truth. Naruto swears he’ll help him figure it out. 

The next day, still on their journey back to (what’s left of) Konoha, they get ambushed by Danzo and a handful of his old ANBU members. Danzo, who has recently been banished from Konoha by Tsunade, considers this the perfect opportunity to acquire both the Nine-Tails and the eyes needed to control it. It’s a very, very tough fight, but eventually they defeat Danzo together, and Sasuke manages to get the truth about the Uchiha massacre out of him before he kills him. 

There is no way Sasuke can return to Konoha now. His mind reeling, he vows to find Itachi. Naruto promises he’ll do whatever it takes to help him, and together they vanish into the night. 

[furidojasutin]

Title: Don’t be suspicious

Pairing: Fraxus (Freed x Laxus)

Universe: Canon

Rating: K+

a/n: Happy Fraxus Day 2019! Look, I whipped this up very quickly and it’s very short because I’m a tired b*tch and I swear once I figured more of my shit out I’m gonna make an effort to be present more often again, like not only with writing but being here and chatting in general, but for now!! Have this ugh!! Also I constantly had the ‘don’t be suspicious’ meme sound in my head djkfjwkeg

“I feel like a damn undercover agent.“

“Except that we aren't the ones trying to gain information. We're the people hiding from those who attempt to spy on us,” Freed pointed out. He wasn't sure why he was whispering, as he was pretty sure that it was unnecessary right here and right now, but part of him still felt as though that was the appropriate thing to do.

Laxus snorted before nodding in agreement. “Yea.”

Ever since Jason the reporter found out that yes, Freed and Laxus were a couple, he had made it his mission to get more detailed information about their relationship.

Or how Jason had liked to put it before, on Fairy Tail's 'strong and handsome men couple'. A 'loss for all the Lady fans, these two fellas are taken'.

It wasn't like they were being very quiet about their relationship status, and they had settled for a basic interview and even a cover picture before, but enough was enough. They wanted and needed their private sphere and that was definitely not given right now.

Which is the reason why the two men sat on a bench, huddled, and with a big newspaper hiding their faces.

They had chosen their most casual clothes to go out and held the newspaper high enough so no part of their head could be seen, hoping that this would be enough to not draw any attention to them.

Although some might argue that this looked more suspicious than anything.

Laxus definitely wasn't enjoying this special attention they were getting from the media right now, but he didn't mind this excuse to sit very close to his boyfriend.

“This is kind of ridiculous,” Freed continued to point out, deep voice still lowered with purposefully exaggerated caution. He turned his head just enough to look Laxus in the eye, and then gave him the hint of a smile.

The dragon slayer knew that Freed was just as annoyed at this uproar as him, but he also knew this look and the playful sparkle in those turquoise eyes and it turned Laxus’ frown into a lopsided grin instead.

All of this was weird and he was very sure that, if they wanted to, they had whole other methods to settle this situation once and for all, but perhaps those little things were worth this delay, worth playing along with this cat and mouse game.

If those pushy reporters honestly thought that they were the cat in this...

Seeing that grin on Laxus' face educed a smirk of similar intent from Freed and before they knew it both of them had erased the very small distance between their faces.

The kiss they shared was of chaste nature and their features softened as they melted into the familiar warmth and taste of the other. It was only a short moment of pure, unfiltered bliss that had their hearts tingle as though this was their first kiss and their love still fresh, but after all this time of sharing a steadily growing bond together, each ever so tiny moment was still a treasure to have even if had taken especially Laxus a bit longer to learn to appreciate and really feel them. He had denied himself this sort of happiness for too long, but this was over now.

Freed and him were as happy as they could be, even with annoying reporters dogging them, and nothing and nobody was going to ruin this for them anymore.

Perhaps it was ridiculous to hide behind an unfolded newspaper and to share a kiss behind it that nobody would see.

Perhaps it was something very untypical for the two of them to do.

Perhaps they had accidentally lowered said newspaper during the kiss, being so occupied by the each other's strong presence.

Perhaps a flash of blond and pink could be seen in the distance but rushing closer.

And not perhaps but definitely, Freed and Laxus' grin turned upside down when they spotted the very figure that was clearly running towards them.

“Ah, shit...-” In tune, as one.

But the kiss was still worth it, Laxus thought, before Freed and him jumped up from the bench in record time, cursing under their breath, and disappeared around the next corner in a flash of lightning and a flood of purple runes.

[lumiereswig]

Hope has never been so hard. he's going to scream if he looks down and sees more fire, kick if he tries to dance and can only stump his heavy stand against the floor. And to sleep! To sleep would be best of all—to drift off, to dream again; to dream in rich reds and yellows and oranges, not the dull gray of this quiet palace. Lumiere stomps off, his flames sputtering, the silent palace left ever so far behind.

He stomps off to the South Wing; his special refuge from days gone by, days when the sun would stream in and the lilies would bow their heads to him. No sun now, no lilies either; he imagines them into being, fills the suite with sound and scent and color, throws open the doors for invisible courtiers and invisible pasts. Fire dims, memory alights. Is that Plumette just there, walking near the window, her brown hands tracing the golden curlicues of the walls, her white skirt swishing just behind? Does Cadenza play, one long descending melody, and does his wife stand by his side? Cogsworth turns, walks, sighs;—a human sigh, drifting through his chest, and Lumiere remembers again the feel of that hand, resting here in his, the way the round moons of Cogsworth’s nails looked against the the heartline of his own hand.

He hops up to a tabletop, candles flickering, eyes shut; dreaming of dreaming, dreaming of sunny days and star-shocked nights and the sleep he would have had if he could sleep at all. He dreams of Plumette's dreams, of her stirring beside him, of his arm draped over her back, of her hand resting just beneath his lips. He dreams that he can dream again. He shuts his eyes tight, and conjures in the dreaming world. Here there are dancers, here there is light, here there is—

Claws strike the ceiling. The Beast is on the prowl on the floor above, snarling, snapping, seizing. Lumiere sighs and draws his flames lower again: dreams back the story of the days gone past. He shuts out the memory of the curse, the enchantress, of the clock ticking out in the hall. He draws up himself. A golden man, a golden memory.

He can’t quite see his face. He knows it was beautiful; he knows it made Plumette smile, Cogsworth sigh, Chip grin, Mrs. Potts groan. Yet when he tries to remember it, all he sees is the peacocking gold coat in front of the mirror. He sees the flicker of the candelabra light blocking out his own face. He sees gold and gold and gold, and not his own eyes.

Again the sound of paws, of claws, and now the ticking clock is louder. He shuts it out again, tries to draw back the past. He remembers balls, he remembers dancing, he remembers the beauty—

And he remembers a witch’s hand, a witch’s rose, a master falling to the floor in agony. He remembers Plumette twisting up tight. He remembers his own face snapping up in gold. He remembers the hot, hot pain in his hands, those white hands that had danced with his lover and snapped at his friends and drawn every story to life. He remembers being a candelabra. He remembers that he cannot feel.

For a moment, his lights go out. The room is gray and empty. Candelabras don’t remember. The roses outside bow down under a bitter wind.

And then, he sees something golden—a glow, a flicker—but it’s not his own fire he sees, it’s Cogsworth’s, reflecting his own face in the round glass of his. He’s hammering at his side, bashed in on the daydream, woken him up with an extraordinary reality. “Wake up, wake up, you old fool,” he murmurs. “There’s someone at the door.”

The sun, the lilies, the golden memories vanish. It’s just a clock and a candelabra on the tabletop. And the candelabra is grinning.

“Someone?”

“An old man.”

“A guest.”

Cogsworth lights him up again. Lumiere’s never had such hope in his life.