#you have to till your land and plant your seeds you HAVE to make these preparations you dont have a choice about this

[keingleichgewicht]

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you have got THE STAR SONG by amanda palmer and jason webley which is such an unbelievably great fucking tune and is also coincidentally by the way about orv definitely . for favorite line i will give the honorary mention to "DO YOU THINK THAT THE STARS ARE GONNA SPEND THEIR LIGHT ON YOU." and actual top spot to "now nothing left except this faith / this old idea: it's gonna rain"

[reverie-verse]

Azriel x Reader: The Bond of a Century

An old request that I decided to revamp

Request prompt: Can I request an Azriel x reader where the mating bond snaps for Azriel but not the reader? Kind of like how Feyra didn’t know Rhys was her mate till she was told.

My prompt: A bond forgotten for over a century and a half makes its way back to the forefront. All of it starts with Rhys asking for a favor.

This is a fluffy, steamy, angst-ish fic

I hope you enjoy!!!! My requests are open!!!

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This was the last thing you thought you would be doing for Rhys. Out of all the things, this-this is what he chose for you to do. Rhys had a sick twisted mind that put you in a situation you had no desire of being in or a part of. You mentally cursed at the high lord, hating him in the moment even though he was your dearest friend. Elain scoured the city for certain pots for her plants, and certain seeds for her garden. Azriel right by her side and you trailing behind them. All you wanted to do was to go back to your home near the docks. It was the first home you had when you first moved from Dawn to Velaris less than a century ago, but with some convincing Rhys and Feyre were able to get you to stay at the town house. It was only then did her sisters arrive, and at some point you were put to the task of keeping an eye on Elain with the occasional visit of Az. Honestly you wished you could train with Nesta, but Cassian was chosen for that task. You wouldn’t have minded living in the house of wind-“ I think I need to go to Day Court or maybe Spring,Oh perhaps we go to Dawn instead. They must have better pots.” Elain speaks more to Azriel than she does you. You were eyeing the various shops, and the people delighted to be around you, each grinning and waving at you. Another beautiful thing about Velaris you’d come to love. People were kind here.

Azriel smiled softly at her “ Of course, if that’s what you want” his voice was tender and sweet. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, turning your attention elsewhere. You hated being there dealing with this shit, but Rhys insisted you tag along, “It’s good for the soul. Get some fresh air” with that insane cat-like smirk. Ooo you shoot daggers into your mind, a deep chuckle echoing in the background.

“ Yes that’s what I want, thank you Az” Elain returned the gesture.

“ Alright then I’ll let Rhys and Feyre know-“ You say as you pinched a flower petal between your thumb and index finger. You looked away from it then back at them. The two watched you with curiosity, you let go of the petal. It was no simple task, an easy reminder of what you needed to do and a simple approval came from Rhys. A gentle poke in your mind causes you to shake your head.“-Let's get this over with” You take steps towards them placing your hands on their arms you effortlessly winnow the three of you to Dawn. The landing was gentle and less sickening, the three of you placed in a Market, one that you were familiar with.. Elain squealed with excitement as she rushed over to an area where she had seen fresh flowers, a few shops down could be seen a pottery shop, the two of you already trailing her.

“ Look at this beautiful bouquet! Y/N? Should we get this for the town house?” She gestures to the bouquet filled with many vibrant colors, various shapes and sizes. You were stumped, she normally doesn’t ask you these questions most of the time they were directed at Az.

“They look lovely Elain, I’m sure they’ll fit anywhere you put them..” You replied not really sure how to respond. Honestly you’ve never really thought about what flowers you liked or didn’t . It wasn’t something that was ever given to you, nor something you found and immediately fell in love with. You didn’t have anything against anyone who knew what they liked, you just-never had the experience of looking forward to your own set of plants. Even when you first attempted gardening most of your plants and flowers died, you simply didn’t have the skill or the eye for it..but that was okay, though on rare occasions it was something you wished you had..

Elain smiles awkwardly “ Well, maybe we can get it, it might brighten up the home. Make it seem more natural..comfortable” She pulls out her coins, handing it to the shopkeeper. The three of you move further heading over to the pottery shop that she explained earlier how she wanted to visit. Your eyes searched the area, checking for predators, anyone who might cause harm to the high lady’s sister, before entering the shop. You had other plans that you needed to attend to while the two looked around, it was in the midst of Elains discussion, mostly to Azriel about the various styles of pottery, that you planned to sneak off. It was only then did a voice capture your attention from behind you.

“ Y/N, I must admit I never pegged as you someone who might be interested in pottery” Thesan, high lord of Dawn, speaks out, the entire shop haunting their work to bow at his presence. He waved his hand dismissing them easily back to work. Azriel positions himself so that he stands near you with Elain behind him, she peers her head out, trying to see who it was that spoke so elegantly. A small smile graces your features at that familiar voice you knew so well as you shifted to face Thesan, who was already grinning. Azriel didn’t miss it, taking note of it.

“What if I was?” You retorted,

“ Then that would be a surprise”

“I hate to burst your bubble High Lord but I’m here on business not for pleasure” You replied, the two of you sharing a small laugh together. Azriel forced his expression into neutrality, Elains eyes sparkled with curiosity and intrigue. Thesan looks behind you for a moment, taking in the Shadowsinger and the woman next to him.

“ Ouch, that one hurt Y/N, I see you brought friends, Shadowsinger” Thesan greets civilly no hate present.

“ Thesan,” Azriel gives a simple head nod in his direction, there was no need for malice, Thesan had always been a great friend of Rhys’s and now apparently yours. Though a feeling crept inside his chest, this odd feeling takes root, Azriel does his best to shove it away, especially with Elain right next to him..

“ And you must be Elain, one of the sisters of High Lady Night.”

“ Yes I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you” Elain smiles with a blush that creeps along her cheeks. She wasn’t sure how to respond being that a high lord, whom she never met knew she existed. The surrealness of the situation becomes a reality, the more she realizes how well known her sister is, how well known both of her sisters are including herself. A delighted yet astonishing experience for her, something she wasn’t used to yet.

“ Same to you, i hope you don’t mind if I borrow Y/N for a moment or two, there’s somethings I’d like to discuss” Thesan offered but secretly it was a meeting that needed to take place. You were in fact here on business, something that Rhys specifically shared with you and no one else. Dawn used to be your home, but when you were moved to Velaris, you became the seg way for Dawn and Night. Your job was to be the emissary for both sides, keeping the courts relationship in even better shape. You missed your home dearly at times, and you missed Thesan whom you were extremely close too, and who you cared about, even with this being only for business there was some pleasure that came out of it.

“ No of course not, I’m sure she could use a break from us, right Azriel?” Elain looks up to him but his eyes were trained on you and Thesan. You were ready to join him without so much as another word, it struck a nerve in him, why? What could possibly be the topic of conversation between you two? Why do you only need to speak with him? Surely Rhys would’ve told him what this meeting was about? Why hadn’t you come to him for advice or as a second set of ears? Why was the meeting a secret?-“Azriel?”Elain calls out to him, you were looking at him suspiciously, your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes flickering across every part of his face and bodily language. Azriel adjusts himself, shielding off whatever thoughts or feelings he harbored in the moment. He blinks, his eyes drift back to Elain then back to you and Thesan “ Go ahead, we’ll be here in the shop if you need us, we leave in about two hours”

“ Alright then I will have my men escort the two of you back to my palace.” Thesan replied, You eased the questioning look off your face, you shift back towards Thesan, the two of you walking out of the shop, the conversation immediately flowed. He could see the smile on your face, and yet again the melodic sound of laughter that left your lips. The high lords' guards remained in place while Azriel and Elain both continued their shopping. However, that didn’t stop him from taking one last look out the door.

When the two hours were up, Azriel and Elain were guided securely to the Palace where he’d find you and Thesan walking along the hall. Thesan stopped in his tracks grabbing your arm, it forces you to halt in place, your body halfway facing him. His mouth moves but Azriel can’t hear what he’s saying, he lifts a hand to your face gently swiping at your cheek. He removes his hand, pulling you gently into a tight embrace. Azriel could see the way you held onto him tightly, as if you dared to let go. The two of you stayed in that position for a few moments until you both eventually pulled away. Why were you crying? Were you hurting? Were they happy tears? Did he say something to you? What was it? There were too many emotions to pinpoint, Azriel’s chest continued to tighten at the emotions he felt. You left Thesans' side offering him one last smile, but that smile fades, when you approach them.

“It’s time, are you ready?” You ask softly, your demeanor changed, a bit relaxed but a heavy weight stays on your shoulders. You roll them back, adjusting yourself. Azriel watches you with such careful eyes, you paid no mind, your thoughts elsewhere.

“ Yes-“ Elain starts but her gaze flickers back and forth between you both. For Elain it was rather odd to see the two of you interact, when she had met you, your relationship with Azriel was already thin, you were distant with him compared to everyone else. Elain assumed that your relationship had always been like that, but now she wasn’t so sure..

“ Are you alright?” Azriel asks you, his hand twitches slightly, part of him restrains himself, the other yearned to reach out for you. But you were quick to recover, offering him a reassuring smile.

“ Yeah I’m fine, let’s go.” You placed your hands on both of them, winnowing them back to the town house. There Nuala and Cerridwen greeted the three of you. Nuala took the pots out of Elains hands, Cerridwen took the flowers and placed them in another vase. Elain begins gushing about the journey to Dawn, how gorgeous it was..You sighed exhausted leaving the space quietly to head to your own room. Azriel was about to follow you when Elain called for his help in the kitchen. Azriel hesitated staring up at the staircase. Why couldn’t he just talk to you? He’s a Shadowsinger, a spymaster, and he can pry details out of anyone but you. All he can feel is your emotions-your emotions... Elain had pulled Azriel from his thoughts as she hugged a pot to herself.

“Az? Are you coming?” She says as she waits for him to follow her to the garden. Again he hesitates but he feels a stirring in his chest. Azriel lifts up a hand instinctively touching it, a sharp sensation could be felt beneath his chest. It couldn’t be? Could it? Azriel’s eyes widen, Elain takes a breath “ I’ll be outside Az when you’re ready-“ Azriel moves his feet faster than his mind could process, he was out of the town house door, his wings pushing him off the ground shooting him into the sky, he needing some time to think..

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The moons at its highest peak, your curtains flowing with gentle breeze that filtered through your bedroom. The candles and lights burnt out signaling that you were asleep, that was until you heard a creak in the floorboard, and the atmosphere changed, a darker presence filled the space. You were lying on your stomach, your hands slipping beneath the pillow as you grip the handle of the blade you’ve hidden beneath it. You felt the figure stop just before your bed frame, you could hear them bend down towards your face. As they reached for you, you swiftly reached out a free hand grabbing them, you flipped them onto the bed, rolling over pinning them down with your blade tucked against their neck in the most vulnerable area.

“ It’s only me” He whispers, the lights in the room reaching a dim hue, illuminating the area.

“ Jeez Az, I could’ve killed you” You replied tiredly, you pulled back the blade placing it on the end table. Azriel’s eyes followed your movement above him, your hips and legs straddling him, your hair in an unruly nature, from slumber. The candles hue amidst the room, caresses your face, your bare legs, your skin making it appear warm to the touch. You had worn a tunic that wasn’t yours, it hugged loosely around your body frame. The tunic looked oddly familiar to Azriel but then again he wasn’t so sure. All he wanted to do was rip whoevers tunic that belonged to, off of your body and replace it with his.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you-” He apologizes,”-I have one question I’d like to ask you” Azriel whispers, as he watches your facial expression twitch into a sleepy confusion.

“This couldn’t wait till morning?” You sighed as your hand moved to rub the sleep from your face. You remove yourself from him, you slip off the bed but not before Azriel caught your wrist. He shifts himself so that he sits up lifting himself off the bed. He towers over you, the candle's glowing light touches his features in a way that it could come off intimidating, but there was a more intimate, soft, texture that made him appear more angelic.

“ No I’m afraid not.” He admits.

You nod your head” What’s your question?”

“ How long have you known about the bond?”Azriel’s voice low, as if to test the waters but enough to plunge himself. He needed answers and after speaking with Rhys, it was his right.

“ What?” Your face dropped, your skin becoming clammy as nervousness passes through you, sleepiness evades you.

“ You heard me, answer the question” his eyes switch between both of yours, searching and evaluating. He tried to pinpoint every emotion you felt, he tried to feel you through, the only thing stopping him was- you.

“ It's not that simple-” You shook your head, pulling your wrist out of his hold. You weren’t prepared for this, you weren’t ready to unravel all that you worked so hard to ignore.

“ It is that simple” Azriel continued to pry, he didn’t need the bond to notice how uncomfortable and painful this topic was for you-it was news to him, he wanted the truth..no lies no games only the truth

“ No, it’s not. It’s complicated-“ You looked away from him moving to the other side of the room. You couldn't find the words to explain this situation, your reasoning. What if what you told him set him off? What if this ruins everything between your friendships? The alliance that has been created? So many thoughts and questions, never enough answers…but for Azriel you did have an answer to his question..

“ Complicated enough for you to leave.” It was then that feeling in your chest, it builds a thick pressure. A heavyweight on your shoulders, the air almost sucked out your lungs. “ Is that what you told Rhys when you were packing your bags?” You couldn’t breathe, Azriel’s footsteps followed you till he was right behind you. You faintly feel the pulse of his surprise and his anger, as if it was your own, but it had been so long since you’d tapped into the bond. You had spent a century ignoring it, shielding it, and now, it was muscle memory..

“ Don’t make me do this..” You whispered out, a silent plea to move on, to let this go.

“ You knew, and yet you decided not to tell me” His voice held a deep frustration, a deep want and need. He wasn’t going to give up, he had a way with finding out the truth..

“ That’s-not what happened..” You were again stumped with words, torn between giving in or lying, torn between running away or staying..

“ No? Then what happened?” He continues to look down at you, you refuse to meet his gaze. Azriel doesn’t take no for an answer moving towards the front. He stands in front of you. His smell, his faint emotions from the bond slowly consuming you. It surrounds you, his shadows dance along the edges of the room, waiting, watching, whispering.

“ Az-” You warned him, it was another weak attempt to fight him off. But he continued to poke, to pull, to pry, to grasp at anything you’d give him. You were tired, exhausted, hiding your emotions, your thoughts, your protected heart and mind bound to collapse, all secrets were meant to escape..

“ I want the truth, Y/N-”. You took a deep breath, your nerves running a mile a minute. His own anxiousness was replaced with a demanding thirst for the truth. A truth that belonged to him too. You’ve kept this wonderful secret to yourself, he watched as his own family found mates that paired well with them. Watching as their life finds the pieces to the puzzle it was missing. Deep down he wanted that very same thing. He felt as though he may not deserve it but he craved it, to be loved unconditionally… “-You owe me that much”

You sighed, your heart shattering, you gave in, you really hadn’t planned too but the look in his eyes-, “..Before Amarantha began her reign, Rhys made an offer to Thesan to let me stay in Velaris, as an emissary between the courts. It was then that I found out that we were mates… It was then that the deal was made.“

“All these years and you kept this to yourself, why?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“ Because I knew you were in love with Mor. I wasn’t going to take that from you. But I did wait for you, I waited a long time. But when it became an achingly slow desperation, I gave up. I practiced silencing the bond, so I couldn’t feel the emotions you felt when you were around other-women..romantically and lustily I mean. Then Elain came around and it was the same process. I’m exhausted, Azriel. I can’t keep doing this”

“ You didn’t bother to try! You’re running back home because you never thought to ask how I might’ve felt!” His jaw tenses, his head slightly tilted to the side, his frustration grows, at this notion of forcing the information out of you, when you should’ve let it happen, when you should’ve told him..

“ I didn’t because I wanted you to come to your own conclusion. I wanted it to be as natural as possible but you were so invested in Mor and Elain and I’m not one to take you away from that. But I also miss the people I care about, I miss my old home-It’s time for me to go-” You protested.

“ What does Rhys think of this?” Azriel jaw twitches.

“ He was the one who encouraged me to speak with Thesan-“

“ Is that what the discussion was between the two of you?” He presses.

“ Yes but-“ You attempt to defend yourself.

“ Y/N, what exactly did you say to him?” Azriel wanted every detail, every version of this story, of his story, of his mates-his mate.

“ I didn’t- I didn’t say anything. I asked if I could return home, and he told me that I should stay here, that if I truly wanted to come home then he’d considered it.” Your heart leaps into your throat, you swallow it back, the feeling collecting.

“ His answer wasn’t even a Yes” Azriel’s scoffs shaking his head, his hands on his hips as he looks at the floor and then away at the window.

“ Yes- but it’s my decision-“ You looked up at him, watching his movements carefully.

“ No it’s not, you’re not going back there.” He challenged, his eyes find their way back to yours.

“ You can’t decide that.” You tell him, the two of you hurting by the weight of your decision. Azriel’s own heart squeezes painfully, at how easy it was for you to say those words to him. You were his, he wasn’t going to let you just walk away, not without fighting for you.

“ Why not? You’d already decided to keep this to yourself regardless of how I felt” He takes a step forward his arms falling back down to his side.

“ Azriel please listen to me-“ You tried to reason, you tried to find a way to break through, he wasn’t thinking straight, you weren’t thinking straight, neither one of you.

“ No you listen, all those years, all those centuries, you were my friend, and you were someone who loved me. Loved me enough to sacrifice what you felt so I could find happiness. In the depths of my mind I have fought and searched for you without realizing that you were here in front of me..I was too blind to see it. ” His hands flew to your face, your jaw, cupping it, his thumbs grazing your cheekbones. Your hands follow suit as your fingers grip his wrists. His shadows remove themselves from the dark corners of your room, shooting out to tangle around your wrists, not to pull your hands away but to hold you there in place. “ Please don’t run from me” He whispers, his forehead dipping down to rest on yours. His hands slide from your cheeks to the sides of your neck.

“ Az-I can’t stay” You replied quietly, your hands pulling at his wrists weakly at his. You both knew that you could take him down easily, but at this moment in time the two of you were struggling. The tension grew thick in the air. A sort of sharp feeling intensifies, the faded familiarity that was the bond, solidifies. You thought that you had successfully mastered the art of blocking the bond but no. Azriel must’ve truly accepted it, a different feeling takes over, Azriel hums at the feeling. You sucked in a breath.

“ You can’t leave without knowing I’ve accepted the bond” His nose brushes against yours. You shook your head once more, completely pushed Azriel away. Your hands fly to your head, your fingers tangling in your hairs. You wanted nothing more than to curl into yourself, this was too surreal, too overwhelming. You’d spent so long, alone, and working, on occasions waiting. Now you were uncertain, even more than you had been hours ago. Azriel could feel your indecisiveness, he just needed to bring you back to him.

Azriel followed you, he pulled your hands from your hair, one of them he placed on his chest, his heart beating beneath it, you couldn’t look at him. But you could feel the gentleness, the love that flowed through him into you. “ My heart, my soul belongs to you” he tries again. You could feel your body sag at the feeling of comfort. It was so intense and welcoming. You wanted to wrap yourself in it-but you fought it, you were so used to the fighting, the restraint, the self control. “Let go” His voice reaches into the depths of your mind, into your soul, calling out to you.

You placed your forehead on his chest, your hand leaving the area above his heart. Azriel’s wings moved to surround you, his shadows moved to get to you, tangling themselves in your hair, caressing your face and hands. They speak to you wishing you nothing but love and happiness. They bring you comfort, your eyes fluttering shut.

“ Y/N” Azriel calls out. You could feel his hands cupping your face once more tilting it upwards, his breath light. You could feel how close he was, Azriel was right there, all he needed to do-Az’s lips crashed down onto yours, so soft, and yet his kiss held all his desperation, his passion. He couldn’t hold back, not with you, not when he loved you so. You weren’t surprised, in fact you hadn’t realized how much you yearned for his touch, his kiss. Azriel turns his head to the side deepening the kiss, a quiet moan slips out. By the cauldron Azriel loved to hear that sound, he wanted to hear it again, and again, and again. For as long as he lived and breathed.

You were putty in his hands, the feeling of his touch, his thoughts, his emotions was putting you in overdrive. Your mind couldn’t comprehend nor catch up to the pace in which things were happening. Azriel lets go of your lips for a brief moment, allowing you a chance to breathe, a whimper and the need for air also escapes your lips. Azriel had to fight the urge to keep himself from taking you right then and there. You had the urge to let him do it, you placed your hands on his chest pushing him back a step. You couldn’t think with him in your space, Azriel wasn’t going to budge, but with the way you were so caught up and caught off guard, he let you take a second.

“Okay-“ You breathed out. Azriel’s eyes light up, a smile threatens to break out. “ I-um-“ You cleared your throat,”Uh-I-I accept the bond..” you whispered the last part. Azriel’s heart gave a squeeze of joy, his chest filled with lightness, with happiness and relief. All he had ever hoped for had finally come to fruition. A twinkle of mischief sparks in his eyes, a smirk finds its way onto his beautiful features.

“ What was that?” He asks, yet you squint your eyes at him, you know he heard, he knows he heard you, but he wanted you to say it again. “-I didn’t quite hear you” You bit the inside of your cheek still squinting at him. You sighed, your body began to relax, your facial expressions changing to that of a sheepishness. You were struggling to admit it, Azriel waited for you patiently.

“ I-“

“ Yes?”

“ Az” You raised your eyebrows at him, as if to say I’m trying here.

“ I’m sorry, please go on.” He encourages you.

You sighed as you tried again this time “ I accept the bond-” You are much more confident and certain. “I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. You were right, my heart and soul belongs to you-“Azriel couldn’t contain himself much longer as took you into his arms and spun you around. A victorious grin graced both of your features, and for once the weight of the world didn’t feel so heavy in your chests. You gave a light hearted giggle, your heart swooning. Azriel places you back on the ground. You smiled brightly, the twinkle reaching your eyes. “This is happening?” You asked out loud, you searched for clarification.

“ Yeah it is” Azriel let go grabbing your hand pulling you towards the window. You tilted your head to the side, a sweet smile on your lips, a playful yet teasing expression stretches onto Azriel’s face. “Do you trust me?” his hand extends outward.

“ Yes.” You lift your hand to place it into his, this time a new height sense fills both your bodies. The touch feels like a loving hum on your skin. Your minds, your souls, finally resting after all the searching that it had done. You place your hand in his, he guides you out of the window onto the terrace of the town house. You followed him blindly, willingly. Azriel stood taller in the moonlight, and the stars above shining, his shadows nowhere to be found, it was just him. “ Az wait- Elain-“

“She knows, and I’m sure she will be upset with me, but she has Lucien..She doesn’t need me.” He nods. You watch him closely, as you slowly lift a hand to caress his cheek, the touch sweet and warming. Azriel instinctively leans into your touch, turning his head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand.

“ I’m sorry” You whispered, you realized that you may have ruined a friendship for him, a little bit more than a friendship..

“ No I’m sorry” he replies as he takes you back into his arms, the sounds of the city's music playing amongst the trees, the flowers, the plants, the night sky seeming more inviting, more alive. All Azriel knew was in this moment in time he finally understood the accept of the bond, the waiting, the calling, you had always been there waiting for him, you gave him time, space, anything he needed to figure himself out..All those times he spent with other women- then it dawned on him, had you done the same? You chuckled upon feeling that jealous emotion. “ Who’s tunic are you wearing?”

“ Az, it’s yours”

“ What-“ You peel yourself out of his arms.

“ This tunic you let me borrow on a mission we had, remember? Court of nightmares? I was stuck in a brothel, I ended up fighting my way out, my clothes were completely shredded?” You offered bits and pieces of the memory, Azriel’s takes a moment to recollect and it hits him.

“ Yes I remember, you ate a bowl of soup that night at one of the hostels. You hated it,” He chuckled as he remembered the disgusted look on your face. You laughed alongside him. You moved to head back towards your room but Azriel was quick to catch your hand.

”Where are you going?”

“Um-to make you something, we still have to seal the bond.”

“ Not here”

“ Then where?” Azriel grins as he throws one of your arms around his neck, one catches your back the other catches your knees.

“ Somewhere private, where I can have you all to myself, no distractions, just you and me” He whispers to you, his face dipping closer to yours, you sucked in a small breath, the blood beneath your skin singing, practically humming. His arms tightened their hold on you pressing you as flush to him as possible. Azriel looks away and upwards towards the night sky, his wings strong as they help push the two of you off the ground. Excitement filled the air, the night, seemed sweeter, less stuffy, inviting. You guessed that Thesan was right for making you stay here, to reconsider, you were thankful that he pointed you back in the direction of your mate. Azriel was happy that his brother fought for his love, fought for him to find happiness. It was more than just two courts keeping a civil peace, it was about two souls that needed to find each other, even if it takes a century.

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Standing a step behind you, watching you from afar, is already my biggest happiness.

Sorry for spamming I accidentally put the post in queue two times, this is the proofread and correct one the previous one is not :']

Price + Ghost*Reader

Price

Price doesn’t want to bind you to him. He’s nearly 40, plus the rank difference between you two, he’s a mature superior, no personal feelings should be involved in the workplace.

Not to say, he doesn’t sense even a tiny bit of romantic love from you, every time he tries to hide his affection towards you, he only sees respect for comrades in your eyes.

Even till the day you jump out and take a bullet for him as he gets knocked down accidentally, which ends up with the enemy dying, but you become lifeless in his arms, blood painting his palms and gear, he still believes you just view him as a teammate.

As he steps into your silent quarter and reads the words written in the journal, he slumps onto the bed, speechless as sorrow swallowing him that he needs to bite his lips until he tastes the bitter to stop him from crying.

“Personal feelings won’t be allowed, I can see Captain comply with this rule without exceptions.” “but it’s okay if it means I can stay beside him.” “It’s already a bliss that I can watch him from afar.”

He’s seasoned with gravel and pain, which ends up making a choice to free you from caging with him and hide his love, but unknown to him, you’re better at secreting yourself.

Ghost

He’s an expert at hiding and perceiving other’s feelings, not a single human —even his captain— is able to conceal the true thoughts running in their mind from him.

He knows he views you differently , not the family love like he owns for other 141 members, but the need to stay beside you forever, become old together if you both are pardoned from dying on the field at a young age.

The emotion plants a seed in his heart, sprouting as time flows, and when he realizes, the branches are already entangled with his heart.

Yet he chooses to lock those feelings inside the deepest part of him, he stares at you secretly with an amount of distance, always got your six and protects you, but never closer.

He’s afraid if standing too close to you, the sentiment will break through his mask and reveal it to you.

No one left behind, that’s his motto, yet he derogates it the moment he watches you shove the enemy badgering him off his body and over the railing, but he can’t catch your hands as he helplessly witnesses you tumble over inevitably.

You leave nothing, not even your body has been found, since the bomb exploded and perish you and the enemy together.

But when he flips through your journal in your room, he takes off his balaclava, letting it fall to the floor carelessly, as he discovers it does nothing to hide the truth from you.

“Something’s holding Ghost back, but I can wait, until he’s comfortable enough to take a step, even if it means years.” “I imagine we getting old together, but am I provided with such privilege?” “Maybe not, hence I’m already extremely satisfied to have a chance to watch him from afar.”

He assumes he’s excels at observing people, but what he’s unaware of is after he stares at you across the room and turns away eventually, your eyes land on him and never dart either.

a/n: thx for reading, have a nice day/night! :D

[luvrxbunny]

rough

pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

summary: You're confronted with the town's opinions.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smoking (weed), lots of feelings, (lmk if i forgot anything)

wc: 2.6k

a/n: if you've read my fic 'soft' then you've read this already

|| pt.1 || pt.2 || pt.3 || pt.4 ||

You just want to fuck him already. It’s been months now, of this back and forth. To be clear, you do still want him romantically, how could you not? This man, when his hair is fluffy and soft just like him. When you see his expression now light up when you walk into the room. When he builds you little trinkets in the shop, instead of doing the job he was assigned to. When he makes your favorite for dinner after finding out that you’re having a bad day. When he plans movie nights featuring your favorites that he could find on DVD. 

How could you not love him?

It scares you. The “situation-ship” you both were currently in started a few months ago. Actually… It started exactly four months and three weeks ago. There’s no point in pretending you haven’t kept track. Joel told you that he needed time. You would have never expected it to be this much time but you’ve grown to love and crave him over the months.

He listened to what you said at the bar that night. He’s been giving you so much affection it’s actually making the other women in the community quite jealous of you. He hasn’t kissed you yet but he kisses your cheek, your forehead, and- when he’s drunk or high enough- your neck. You don’t kiss him anymore. You’ve kissed his cheek a few times over the months, his head once when he was sick but other than that you try to keep to yourself. You’re still a bit traumatized from his first rejection, the way it played out, and everything. You’d rather just not risk it.  

You’re in the garden and he’s in the field. You’re planting flowers, pulling and re-planting vegetables while Joel is harvesting the wheat he planted four months ago and tilling the land for the new seeds. You keep looking over at him, you really can’t help it at this point. 

The sun is shining through his hair, making it a dark golden color with streaks of white running through it. His arms are smudged from handling the dirt all day and his biceps flex repeatedly as he picks the kernels off of the wheat and throws them into his basket. His eyebrows are creased and his eyes squinted to avoid the burning light of the sun and he keeps looking over at you. He really can’t help it at this point. 

You look so beautiful, sitting on your knees with your adorably mismatched gardening gloves. Your hair falls so angelically every time you lean forward to lead a new plant to its home. Every time you sit back up you use the back of your wrist to shove the hair from your face, sputtering out, trying to get your hair out of your mouth and it's so endearing. Your arms are dirty and he feels the incredibly odd urge to bathe you. He’s ready to love you. He’s so fucking ready but he has no clue- not even the slightest- as to how he should tell you. 

The current supervisor calls it a day and you almost fall face-first into the plants in your scramble to get to Joel. He’s taking off his gloves, flexing and stretching his fingers when he sees you rushing toward him with a huge smile he can’t help but mirror. “Hey, darlin’. You look so beautiful today.”

You freeze where you stand which luckily isn’t too far from Joel. He makes his way over to you, watching your expression. He loves it so much, he doesn’t understand how he never noticed it before. The way you always take a deep, shaking breath, your eyebrows go inward and you give him this look. He doesn’t understand it yet but it always makes him ache for you, makes him burn somewhere in the depths of his being to just be with you. He doesn’t know how long he can resist it. He doesn't want to. He doesn’t.

“I’m- I think I really- I just really wanna kiss you.” You snap out of your daze and your eyes focus on him, hopeful for a moment then a little dull. You turn your head, give him your cheek, close your eyes, and wait for the gentle kiss but nothing happens. You slowly open your eyes and look at him, he looks scared. “I wanna kiss you.”

You can hear your heart speed up, your breaths getting shorter and your thoughts more jumbled. He wants to kiss me? You’re confused for a moment, not understanding what brought this on. You’re eyes slip from his contact as you lose yourself in your thoughts, not realizing the silence you’re creating or the anxiety you’re causing. But Joel realizes, he’s sweating more than he has all day as he waits for you to say something, do something. He shifts his weight from foot to foot before giving up. “We don’t have to… I just- I wanted to…” He tries and fails to keep the sadness out of his voice.

His words strike fear in you and you reach out to grip his arm, hoping it’s enough to stop him from walking away. “Y-You wanna kiss me? On the… on the lips?” He’s surprised by your voice, it sounds far away, loose, and airy.

“I do.” It comes out with no hesitation, no stutters, no pause. You take a step closer to him and his expression twitches, his chest beginning to heave with anticipation. 

“I would really love that, Joel.” You’re staring up at him now, as best you can in the sun. You’re looking into his eyes, an excited, mischievous glint in your eyes, challenging him, daring him to do something. And he loses his nerve. 

“Oh! Okay. Thats… Thats good. I- I want you to come over later, alright? I’ll get us some weed and alc. You don’t need to bring snacks or nothin’ either jus- jus bring yourself, alright? Okay, see you then.” And with that, he walked off. His cheeks were absolutely burning. He couldn’t believe himself 

‘That's good’? What the fuck is wrong with you, Miller? Leaving that darlin’ girl standing in the sun like that? It just ain’t right, she’s so sweet on you and you fuckin’ know it. Why am I doin’ this to her… 

You’re watching Joel walk away. A bit stunned by the whole interaction, confusion, and questions swarm your head the whole walk home. They stick with you in the shower and as you get ready to head over to Joel’s. They accompany you on the whole walkover as well.

Maybe he wants me to do something… I know people like it rough, so maybe he wants me to take charge? He doesn’t really seem the type. Does this mean he wants me now? Will he kiss me tonight? Is that why he invited me over? Are we gonna have sex? Oh god, I hope so. I’d treat him so well- or maybe I wouldn’t… everyone likes it rough. 

You’ve reached his block when you’re stopped by Susan; Joel’s biggest admirer. She places herself in front of you, blocking your path and forcing you to talk to her.  “Oh, he’s not in, hun.”

You take a calming breath and try not to roll your eyes at her. “Okay… Well, I’m gonna check, just in case.” You turn your steps and try to make your way around her only for her to place herself right back in your way. 

“I’m gonna be honest I- I don’ really get this whole thing with you an’ him. I just- I guess I don’ really see it… Do ya’ know what I mean?” You glare at her, ignoring her statement and waiting for her to just get out of your way. “I mean…” She steps closer to you. “I remember when you first got here…” 

You can feel shame and embarrassment curl in your stomach at the mention of your arrival. You weren’t in the best place, mentally, and you did a lot- a lot- of things that you wished you hadn’t, lots of men you wished you hadn’t. “Don’t be an ass, Susan.” She backs away from you, a sinister smile on her face and her hands in the air. 

“Hey! I’m” She laughs. “I’m jus sayin’... You were interested in a lot of different men.” You start walking, refusing to listen to what she has to say. But the psycho bitch follows you. “I mean are you even sure that it’s him that you want? Weren’t you with Jared just a few months ago? I mean…” 

You’re speed-walking to Joel’s now. You’re only a house away when she hops in front of you again. “Hun! I told you he ain’t home! I’m just-” She sighs and lowers her head as you crane your neck, hoping and praying Joel had made his way to the porch by now. But he hasn’t. “If you just want a man I can set you up with some of my friends! Some people who are… Gosh! How do I say this without bein’ rude? Some people who are more in your… lane… league?” Your head whips back at her, fury raging in your eyes at her audacity. 

“Excuse me?” You question, low and threatening. “Well. Hun, c’mon now, don’t get all bent outta shape, I mean well! You and I both know Joel is too… hmm, well. He’s too good for you I guess.” You’re not staring at her, you’ve turned your head to the patch of sky you can see through the trees beside you, choosing to count the stars instead of listening to this shit. 

“I’d strongly disagree.” You can hear her gasp and spin around as a smile spreads over your face. Joel. 

“Oh! I- I thought you weren’t home, sugar.” She tries to lean into him but he walks around her and grabs your arm, pulling you past her with a mumble of ‘Yeah. I know.’, ending the conversation. 

Joel doesn’t speak until he’s gotten you inside. “I dunno why you listen to that woman. She spews nothin’ but garbage.” You watch him dart from cupboard to cupboard to retrieve his lighter and a little joint you can tell he rolled because it’s dented in the middle. “She’s always saying some dumb shit. I fuckin’ hate it.” 

His eyebrows are furrowed and his face is hard as he lights it up. You can’t remember the last time you’ve seen him so angry. You watch the tension fall from his shoulders, his face relaxing as he inhales. You take your shoes off, still watching him as a small smile spreads over his face and he exhales. “Are you gonna share Joel?” You ask as he goes in for another hit. 

“Hey-  Be nice darlin’ it’s mine after all.” He teases while handing it to you. You push yourself up onto the counter, sitting next to where he’s leaning as you take a drag. 

“Yours schmours, you’ll be fine.” He giggles- giggles- at your statement, his hand coming up to cover his smile as he laughs. All you can see are his pretty brown eyes, the creases around them, and the way they almost shut while he laughs. You feel your heart race, bringing along that urge that has gotten you in trouble many times over. Your eyes flicker to his lips and you immediately avert your gaze, taking another hit to try and calm yourself. 

You wait for him to come back up from his designated, folded, laughing position and hold the joint out for him. You snort at the misshapen stick, causing you to choke on the smoke you were holding. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s what you get for laughing. Mhm.” You’re coughing up a lung as he says this, making the situation worse because you cannot stop laughing at him. He continues his remarks after taking a hit, you’re still choking and laughing, and you hold an arm out to him. 

“Joel-” You cough. “Joel-” You laugh. “Joel, stop it. I’m- oh fuck.” You start coughing again in a way that has Joel turning to face you, amusement and a bit of concern on his face. “Oh my god, stop. I’m gonna die, don’t make me laugh- oh my god.” 

He’s beaming at you, proud that you find him so funny and the high really hitting him. You can tell, his eyes are a bit hazy and his eyebrows are raised for some reason. He walks towards you when your fit dies down, pushing himself between your legs with a dazed look on his face. He’s just staring at your thighs for a moment, his head turning from left to right so he can look at both of them before looking up at you. Your heart is thrumming out of your chest as you try to keep your expression neutral, maybe a bit inquisitive. He stares at your lips for a bit before you see his hand raising with the joint. He brings it to your lips and looks back up at your eyes, his eyebrows jump, prompting you to inhale. 

You take a long hit, trying to get as much smoke as you can, hoping it will calm you down. His eyes stay on yours, darkening as his breathing becomes a bit shallow. He pulls the joint away from your lips and puts it out right onto the counter before bringing his hand up to your cheek. 

You haven’t exhaled yet, savoring the hit while he slowly brings your face to his. You’re watching his eyes, still on yours as he pulls you in. You begin to exhale, not wanting to hold the smoke in if he’s going to kiss you. That’s when he pushes your lips together. You try not to choke as he sucks the smoke out of your mouth and pulls away. You’re in a stupor as he grins at you and breathes your smoke out, re-lighting the fire in the pit of your stomach, the one that always seems to flare whenever he’s around.

“What’d ya think of that, huh? Good kiss or?” He’s wearing a smirk but his eyes are uncertain at your silence. You keep it up, not saying anything, just pulling him back in and smashing your lips into his. He accepts your kiss with a grunt from the force of it as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in. 

You’re gripping his hair like it's your lifeline, gripping his face like it’ll fall apart otherwise, it hurts a little but he’s fond of your eagerness. Your hands slide onto his shoulders and you dig your fingers into his skin brutally, pulling a wince from him. He separates your lips and strokes over your cheek with his thumb, admiring you. It's a soft, tender moment until you yank him by his belt loops, crashing him against the counter painfully to whisper in his ear. “I want you, Joel”

He smiles at this and kisses you again as you undo his belt. You remove it from the loops and let it drop to the ground so you can get to work on his button and zipper. You feel his lips stutter against yours and he pulls away, confused. “Not- not here, darlin’. ‘M not gonna do this in the kitchen.” He sounds a bit confused as he grips your hips and lifts you off of the counter and back onto the floor. They come back up to cradle your face again as he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. “ ‘M gonna make love to you in my room, on my bed, baby.”

Make love...?

What?

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[ransprang]

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your bg3 match up is....

HALSIN!!!

SFW

How you met: Halsin was taking a walk through his neighbourhood when your gorgeous garden caught his eye. He was entranced. Never had he seen nature’s bounty bless a land so thoroughly. You caught the man looming over a lovely flower bush. You debated calling the police but settled on walking over to him and cheerfully greeting him good morning. Halsin smiled warmly, and began complimenting your garden. You were happy to share a few techniques with him and invited him inside for tea. He was charmed by your love for nature and wisdom, and started showing up more and more often to chat with you with the excuse of admiring your garden.

In terms of gifts, Halsin would never buy you flowers, only seeds so you could plant them. He would often get you books that he thought you would like or reminded him of you.

Since you are 4”10 Halsin would often accidentally almost step on you. He would be very apologetic about it though. Thanks to his size you would also end up calling him over to reach the top shelves in your house or the grocery store. Sometimes instead of getting you the item himself, he would just pick you up so that you could reach it yourself. 

Both of you being incredibly wise, would never have fights as a couple. All your couples friends would come to you for advice. 

Halsin is the type of person to slow down and appreciate the beauty of the world around him (including you <3).  Your dates would involve long walks in parks and cute picnics. He would make you delicious sandwiches and other baked goods, though they would all probably be vegan.

Halsin respects your work as a death doula since over his 400 year lifespan he has come to appreciate the circle of life. He is always there to offer you support and be a calming presence when things get a little too overwhelming.

Halsin is Oak Daddy and he would often end up somehow unofficially adopting some children who would follow him around. He loves watching you interact with the kids, watching them be put to ease by your bubbly, cheerful and friendly personality the same way he was.

Halsin will never make fun of you or tease you since you don’t like that. Besides, he prefers cracking dad jokes.

He likes engaging in different parts of nature with you. Exploring the lands of Faerun, and trying different activities to interact with the nature. If y’all ever go fishing he’s gonna make this stupid joke: “What do librarians take fishing? Bookworms.”

He’d be very gentle and caring when it comes to your chronic illnesses. Halsin being a powerul and wise druid would know some possible cures or spells to alleviate the pain. He also has a wide network which he’d use for this cause.

NSFW

Halsin is very gentle and uses his years of wisdom and experience to find new sex positions to accommodate your physical illnesses.  

Everytime you go off on tangents about things you have learned from books, Halsin gets horny, he can’t help it. Of course he admires your intelligence, but he also can’t stop imagining how it’d feel to pull his cock out and stuff your mouth with it. 

Because of the height difference, Halsin does have a bit of a size kink. He likes overshadowing your smaller frame with his large body. He’d also love to try standing positions like you giving him a blowie while standing.

Your physical affections are very much encouraged by Halsin. He loves the feel of your arms and lips on his body. Often his mind is filled with innocent love, some other times his mind wanders and he presses your body back against a wall and grabs your ass. 

Halsin has intense animal urges, he growls and grunts. Grits his teeth, as he would hold you by the back of your neck tightly and look into your eyes. His desperation visible as his cock would throb to be released against his pants.

Halsin likes to overstimulate you, he loves to pump you till you are scratching his back or pulling on his hair. “By Oak Father's blessings, you are beautiful like this. Cum for me,” he would say, while he watches you squirm.

He enjoys slow sex too, he would ask to make love to you. He would fuck you side ways so he can kiss you while cuddling and holding you in his arms. 

Halsin picks you up over his shoulder as he would smack your ass cheek and kiss your hips. He would carry you to the bedroom and lay you down gently before playing with your clit while kissing you deeply. You can heel his muscles, and pecks move up and down against your body as his breathing gets heavy.

Sometimes he would like to watch you get undressed or touch yourself as he rubs his cock and strokes it up and down. He will ask you to clean his precum off his red tip before continuing masturbating for you.

Halsin would cook for you after sex, something to get you feeling less tired and energetic again. He would also like to feed you playfully by keeping food on his muscles or taking a bite by keeping small foods on your breasts and licking them off.

your beach waves,

admins sar, sav & san

[ofmermaidstories]

you saying you’d write an au for stardew is the equivalent of getting a rabbits foot and multiple prismatic shards in one day omg. even if u don’t do it the idea popping in ur head is already fantastic! i’m so happy you love the game i think it’s the perfect distraction for life !!! if only we could all just pack our things and move to our inherited farms and become the richest in town… it’s nepotism at work lol

please tae, i literally daydream about someone giving me a deed to a farm or a plot of land somewhere. 😭 and the thing is!!! like!!! farming’s not an easy job, it’s so dependant on the earth/weather, and even before climate change was a tangible threat it was a hard, hard living. 🥺 i get stressed out with my video game, lmao, 10pm and im still out in the fields hoeing or planting seeds, like. 💀 imagining doing that for like, 40+ plus to make a living……. you’d have to have a good team around you. 😩 farmhands, or family. a good spouse LOL. even a little hobby farm would be stressful………. and yet i still want that life. 😔 an orchard by the sea. 🥹 still stressful, but maybe slightly more manageable lmao.

i am trying so, so hard not to give into the temptation (not yet) to fulfil this wish via a fic LMAO. 🥹🙏🏽 i’m trying to feed it by doing like, small things: naming it (from the valley), making a playlist for it. god, i’ve gotten to the stage where i actively pause the game to write down little notes (things in our backpack: pink cake. a orange poppy flower. goat’s cheese. four cups of banana pudding. a totem with a weathered, deeply carved face. the pock-marked head of a mushroom). i am fighting for my life!!! the only thing that’s actually, properly stopping me from the follow through is that i don’t have a romantic end-game in mind. because in my head i’ve already given Reader three potential boyfies: izuku, katsuki, and maybe shouto (maybe shinsou instead). like, i can picture how friendships/relationships would form among them (izuku the kind, helpful guy. katsuki in the background, wary. shouto the son of the man who founded the company we worked for, back in the city; our work husband, who we joked to about following us out to the valley and who does). the one thing i’d want to do is have Reader find their way to Skull Caverns, and realise that all the magic they thought was whispering to just them has been whispering to other people, too—Izuku, sword in hand, staring at us in horror when he finds us cradling a large, spotted egg. Katsuki, rounding the corner after him, swearing black and blue about ghosts—sdhjfgklsdjflsfgkjsflkgj. i wanna write it so badly, just to get to that moment, LMAO. the mutual horror when all three of you are face-to-face in this giant, deadly, underground maze. the boys making you swear to secrecy; Izuku tearing into you for being so stupid, how did you even find this place, how did you know, do you understand what could’ve happened? you should’ve told them, you should’ve told him. your relief in finally having someone to talk to about all the weird shit you keep stumbling across. the way this would give Izuku an excuse to drop in to you, on the farm. Katsuki turning up to help with the tilling or seasonal planting, the harvest. i want to write about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! being on the dock in the middle of winter as the snow is falling, all those festive, jewel-like boats bobbing gently before you, waiting with their… winter star trees, or their paintings. the sea salt and the charred warmth of coffee beans. the mermaid show with all it’s tawdry secrecy…… the worn carpet under your feet, the mismatched planks that hold steady despite the creaking. i just think!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it would be neat to do. 🥹 i just!! it’s such a good world to play in LMAO. and if i could come up with a ending for it—a true, stops-me-in-my-tracks kind of ending—not even my attempts at nail-digging self-discipline would stop me from writing it.

for now tho it’s just my yapping, lmao. my yapping and my threats. 🥹

[butterflypeatea3456]

Soft yan!Ser Criston Cole x Reader x Soft yan!Rhaenyra HC

Part 1

Warning: Unhealthy relationship, minor wounds, you know the drill

Criston Cole only had eyes for the princess. Not the young ladies she often accompanied, especially not you. The one he met because of her. The girl who was often linked arm and arm with Rhaenyra. He didn't notice the toothy grins you'd shoot at him, or your challenging gaze whenever you were forbidden to do something. Or the small pricks in your fingers and hands. The sample sizes of fine fabrics you always had stuffed in your pockets. He was a loyal guard to the heir of the Iron Throne.

Rhaenyra first laid eyes on you while pouring wine into a Lord's cup. It was hard not to notice the only other women in the room. There you were standing behind your uncle's chair, in a soft bluish-purple gown. It was a relatively simple dress so to speak, but the design, the colors, and jewels made it a work of art. Her gaze traveled up your figure till she met your eye. It her by surprise when you walked over, greeting her warmly, by holding both her hands.

Former Lady Alicent, now Queen and you were never particularly close. Content on spending time together whenever Rhaenyra was involved. You'd be a fool not to notice the growing rift between the two since Alicent married the King. You spent many nights consoling Rhaenyra, from the loss of their friendship, the stress of being heir, and fears that her father was replacing her. And that one day you would leave her through death like her mother or fade away like Alicent. "You truly are the only one I have left"

You pulled Criston aside more than once to make sure you both were doing your best supporting her. The amount of care you showed warmed his heart. A part of him yearned to be as close as Rhaenyra was to you. But would be improper and fuel rumors that could hurt you both. Your family might take you away from King's Landing, and that wasn't an option. "Of course my lady we need to stay close by"

When rumor's started flying around the castle about Prince Daemon taking Rhaenyra's maidenhood, the first thing you did was confront her. She confessed as soon as you pressed her, that it was not Daemon she bedded but Ser Cole. Small jabs of jealousy pricked at you, but deep down you could not tell who you were jealous of. But that didn't stop you from defending her at every turn. Whether it caused a scene or not. Those actions set Rhaenyra's love for you in stone. You were the only one that fought for her. You didn't look at her any differently like Alicent had, or was furious like Visery's.

Your defense of Cole was more subtle. Knowing very well what breaking his oath and laying with the princess would mean for him. Though Criston did very much notice your soft passive aggressiveness when you first found out. He tried not to let it get to him until he couldn't. Finally, you fessed up when he confronted you alone in the halls. Leaning in your warm breath tingled his ear as you revealed what you knew. His heart dropped, you knew of his worst deed. Seeing the dreadful look on his face, you swore secrecy to him. Going as far as to prick your finger with a sewing needle. His gloved reached yours as he planted a soft kiss on your hand. But it didn't stop the small seed of anger at Rhaenyra for ruining his good image to you.

You don't know where things went wrong. But somewhere along the line things went very wrong. It was like the trio of you, Criston, and Rhaenyra evaporated overnight. As cordial as they both were in front of you. It was hard to ignore the bitter looking being thrown around. And the fact that they were no longer speaking. You were practically with Rhaenyra 24/7 afterwords. And Criston started appearing by Alicent's side more and more. In your heart you knew that things would never be the same between you three. And it was only a matter of time before things reached a boiling point.

[twilightmalachite]

Hinata Aoi - Immersing in the Reverberations 1

Author: Kanata Haruka

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta, Sora

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(whispering) You see, you know how Anzu-san and I are a bit awkward, right, Yuuta-kun?"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Classroom 2-B

Hinata: Hmm… Hmmmm…

Yuuta: What’re you doing, Aniki? Class is over. Not heading back?

Hinata: Agh, will you listen to my woes, my brother? You see, I’m struggling quite a bit right now…

Yuuta: Oh I see. Well, take care today, you take your time~.

Hinata: Wait, wait! I’m sorry, please hear me out. I really am struggling with this, so please help!

Yuuta: Don’t make a joke out of it first thing next time, then. So? What’re you struggling with?

Hinata: So, at around noon, Anzu-san told me on HoldHands it’s time for my Feature Live.

Yuuta: Ohh, finally your turn, huh, Aniki? So that’s what you’re struggling with?

Hinata: Yeah. Like the songs I want to sing, the configuration of the live… I’m clueless about everything~.

Right, and I was struggling with what kind to do for the candid shots for the pamphlet, too…

Yuuta: Aren’t these the sort of things you can just talk to Anzu-san about?

I’m pretty sure she’d be more than willing to help you out with that sort of thing.

Hinata: Well, you’re right about that, buuut…

(whispering) You see, you know how Anzu-san and I are a bit awkward, right, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: What’s with the whispering? Yeah, I do know you two are a bit awkward, but…

I thought you said you’ve been able to sort things out?

Hinata: We have, but your Onii-chan doesn’t quite feel comfortable being alone with just her just yet…

Yuuta: Well either way, it's gonna be just be the two of you get the candid shots done. You're over-thinking it.

Hinata: I have an idea for that, too!

That for the candid shots, maybe I could be doin’ somethin’ alongside you, Yuuta-kun~—

Yuuta: And if I don't wanna?

Hinata: An immediate answer?! You don’t want to be with your Onii-chan that bad, Yuuta-kun?!

Yuuta: Well, it’s not like I hate it to death or anything. But this is your Feature Live, isn’t it, Aniki?

Meaning the candid shots should be centered around you too, Aniki. That’s what I think.

If there’s me as your twin in the picture, I feel it’s gonna make the color of 2wink too strong at the very least.

Hinata: That… is certainly true, yeah~…

But just what would be left of me if you take Yuuta-kun away?! I’m an Onii-chan who wants to give everything and anything all to my beloved brother!

Yuuta: Take caaare~!

Hinata: Ah, Yuuta-kun, wait! Don’t abandon your Onii-chan!

Yuuta: Well since you’re making a joke out of it, it means you’re not that seriously worried about it, right? So…

Hinata: Ahh, he actually left. Well, I kind of knew that was coming…

But, what Yuuta-kun said was true, I can’t really argue~…

A candid shot centered on Aoi Hinata… Hmm, do I have any good ideas…?

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Garden Space

Hinata: …After worrying about my worries, I ended up coming out to the garden. But I think this works out.

It’s almost spring, so if I want to plant seeds, I’ll have to till the land.

Sora: HaHa~, Sora found Hina-chan! Hello~! ♪

Is Hina-chan free right now? But his “color” looks like he’s struggling with something~?

Hinata: Heya, Sora-kun. Can’t hide anything from you, huh~?

I was worrying about what to do for the Feature Live pamphlet, actually.

More particularly about my candid shot, so I was thinking about what I usually do in my free time.

Sora: For Hina-chan, maybe something like playing a prank?

Hinata: You think so too, Sora-kun? That’s also the first thing that came to my mind…

But that’d make it a candid shot of a prank towards my fans, wouldn’t it~? Even though I loooove pranks…

So I was thinking of something else, like messing around with instruments, but that’s something Yuuta-kun also does.

After worrying about that, I came up with the idea of working in the garden, which is sort of like my recent boom? So I came out here~.

Sora: HiHi~! Sora think’s that’s a good idea!

Sora’s familiar with Hina-chan working in the garden, but those who don’t know about the school farm probably aren’t familiar with that Hina-chan at all~!

Hinata: I do some activities in Gardenia too, but that’s just a dormitory circle.

But, I feel like a photo of someone doing field work is pretty plain~. So I should probably think of something better…

Sora: How about coming to Game Research then? Play some games together with Sora!

Hinata: Oh, that might be good! I haven’t been able to play many games with you lately, Sora-kun. ♪

Wait, huh? Is that just an invitation to play rather than a candid shot idea?

Sora: HuHu~, that’s right! Originally, Sora came here to invite Hina-chan to play!

Hinata: You’re right, you were looking for me when you came here, weren’t you?

I think it’ll make for a good break. Maybe I’ll drop by Game Research for the first time in a while, then. ♪

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Under his mane (Part 8) // Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader

This post contains NSFW content! Minors DNI

 When Tywin lowered his new wife to his bed, their bed, she was overcome with deep familiarity. She remembered her days at Casterly Rock, she remembered the way the Rock had turned into a home she desperately had sought back then.

 Great part of that home, that safety she had gained, was built by the man on top of her. For a moment she allowed herself to just feel that safety, feel his lips mould against her with his stubble gently tickling her.

 Tywin gently caged her, bringing himself to rest on his elbows, his hands going to stroke her hair as his forearms rested on the bed. He was a man of strong rough passion. He was not a shy boy trying to find what he wanted to give or receive, he was a man who deliberately knew how to bring women sobbing pleasure and he also knew how to get what he wished.

 But he knew the Doe in his arms. He knew of the starvation of intimacy she felt, oh he knew every inch of her. Now what he wished to give her was a moment of said intimacy. He wished to see the way her lips would swell and the way her chest would rise out of breath when he’d pull away.  

 But he was only so patient. His kiss gained more fire as he moved his hands to lift her thighs around his hips. His wife gasping around his tongue at the sudden movement.

 ”Tywin”, she moaned as he gently pushed at his chest to break their kiss. ”I am not the scared girl who offered her body to you years ago”, she starts as she begins to softly pepper kisses along his jaw till she reaches his ear.

 ”You taught me how good it felt t-to share pleasure”, she whispers pressing her cheek against his, gently whimpering as she rolls her hips, her bare core against the seam of his trousers. ”Oh please, let me enjoy that pleasure again. I will be your good girl ”, she almost begged.

 Tywins eyes go almost black as he takes a gentle hold of her neck to see her eyes. When he speaks his voice makes Y/n shiver: ”Then be a good girl and get rid off that shift and kneel on the bed”

 ***

15 years ago in Casterly Rock

 There were many things Y/n Baratheon had been called.

”The tainted lady”

”The Prey among the beasts”

”Lannisters whore”

 All of those names left a mark on the Gentle Lady’s back. It was like all of the words where lashes of a whip.

 But even as the lashes fell, she continued to smile. She visited the orphans of Casterly Rock, visited the elderly people, spend time with the maids of the garden and smiled as she helped them to plant seed into the fresh spring soil.

She became the lady the Rock desperately wished to have after the loss of their lovely Joanna.

 Her mind was not something to be soothed. She felt guilt. Whenever she looked at Tywin Lannister, all she could do was feel deep unrelenting guilt. She was a tainted name under his protection.

 She was a pest sown into his keep. What could she do to return the favour of all he had done? She had nothing to offer, as a third child and only daughter of his long gone friend. The only sister of the King who at some point lost his care and decided to abandon his sister to chase a winter rose.

 She has Stannis in King’s Landing and Renly in the Reach. Both who could not help her give Tywin anything he already didn’t have.

She was a girl of 21 summers. Young woman who was never to know the love of a husband. Never to know the feeling of a babe of her own in her arms. She was forever the tainted lady.

 Talking with Tyrion did not help. He himself was an excile in his own family and his thoughts on favours were heavily changed by his only way of getting affection: whorehouses.

 Many times she had to ask for him to cease his talking of such things, for they only made her uncomfortable. But somewhere in the depth of his speeches, she found an desperate idea.

 If the people were to call the Tywin’s whore, why shouldn’t she return his help with her own favour? She knew naught of intimacy. She knew naught of love making. But she was desperate to not live as a leech for the rest of her days.

 ***

The sun was already down when Y/n readied herself. Putting on a flowy lavender gown, nothing too revealing but more intimate none the less. Dapping some rose oil to her neck and wrists, she took a deep breath. She was afraid to face the pain again. The hurt, the taunting, the humiliation.

 She knew it wasn’t like that for everyone but how could she expect to be treated as a lover when she was offering herself like this?

 Timidly she smiled at her guard as the started the long painful walk towards the Lord’s chamber. All her life she had been a good girl. She had been kind and gentle, a little too curious, honest and well-read for a lady many septas would say, but she was never a lady someone would be ashamed of.

 But the thoughts ringing in her head as she walked in the light corridors, were only rooted in her shame of what she had become.

***

Arriving at Tywin’s door she asked the guards to announce her. She had been in his study many times prior and the guards did not seem at all phased to see her.

 ”Lady Baratheon”

The guard announces as he opens the door for her and lets her in while remaining rooted outside as he had been taught.

 ”My lord”, she speaks smiling as she walks to take a seat across from the Great Lion himself, at his desk.

 ”What ails you my lady?”, Tywin asks her without missing a beat. Dropping down his quil he leans back on his seat to take a look at the woman before him. She looked all but ready to go to bed in her soft thin gown, body bare of any jewellery.

 She would never visit him this late, never, unless there was something deeply ailing her already troubled head.

 ”I have come to make you a-an offer my lord”, she says never taking her eyes off of his hands, not daring to raise her chin and look into his eyes. Tywin could see from his seat that the woman was shaking. Even in the dim light one could see how her whole posture screamed distress.

 ”Go on”, he encourages, having no idea what this offer could entail. They had had no business regarding Storm’s end. It was something they usually discussed before he took it to the King. Be it a scandal but Tywin knew Y/n was more than capable of understanding what is good for the people of Storm’s end and how to make it sound pretty to her brother.

 ”You have done an enormous favour to me in taking me here my lord. I can never repay you for the aid you have given me.”, she starts and takes a soothing breath,

 ”I-I wish to offer my- my body to you, for all the good you have done for me. The God’s know I will not be anyone’s wife”, she whispered the end still never once looking at the Old Lion in the eye.

 ”I see”, is the only thing Tywin says. His words make tears of humiliation rise into Y/n’s eyes. How could she have been so stupid to think he would take such an offer.

 A Lord of his status taking another Lord’s daughter as a whore. She was making mockery of them both. ”I am sorry, my lord, forgive me for insulting y-”, before she can finish her sentence and scramble up from her seat, Tywin rises.

 He takes four calm steps to reach her side. Kneeling by her seat, he gently puts a hand on her cheek and turns her glassy eyes to look at him.

 ”I will not make you a whore, Y/n”, he rumbles quietly. ”I will not take a woman who trembles at the thought of letting me near her. You have no debt to me. I enjoy having you here, I have no desire to exploit your body”

 Y/n gulps and raises a trembling hand to play with the lapel of his coat. ”What if I desire you?”, she asks, the question a lot more bold than her own voice.

 ”Then you shall wait till desire overrules your fear, little Sparrow”, he whispers before rising and planting a gentle kiss against her head. ”I shall escort you back to your chambers, my lady”, he then adds and goes back to being the stoic lion everyone fears.

 ***

Tywin gazed upon his wife as she sat on her knees on their bed. The beautiful Lady Lannister, on her knees just for him.

 Shrugging off his coat, and undershirt he takes a seat next to her on the bed. Stroking one of his war roughened hands across her thigh and bottom. Giving her bottom a rough squeeze he takes advantage of her gasp and pulls her in for another drowning kiss.

 Y/n’s back bends as she tries to keep up with the passion of her Lion. Feeling naught but desire in the cage of his strong arms she moans as he moves his kisses to her neck where he whispers. ”Be a good girl and help your husband remove his boots”

 As Tywin lets her go, she swiftly kneels on the floor and removes his boots. Tywin  once again raises her chin and nods towards his crotch.

 With slightly trembling hands, she opens her husbands breeches and pulls them down as Tywin raises his hips to aid her mission.

 A shiver runs down her spine as her husband makes his next wish. ”Will you now pleasure your husband?”, and so she does. She takes Tywin’s cock into her hand and strokes it firmly till he is fully hard. A tender hand on her head encourages her to kiss the hard shaft up till she gently licks swollen head.

 Tywin cannot help the rumbling moan that releases from his chest as she slowly takes the head into her mouth and hollows her cheeks. Tywin’s hand only remains as an encouragement, they had long ago made it clear that if she were to pleasure him with her mouth: she is in charge of how.

 When she starts to see the small tremors in his abdomen, she halts her sucking and starts laying small kisses on the shaft again. ”Come up here woman”, Tywin says breathlessly as he sits up straight again.

 A squeak escapes Y/n as Tywin pulls her onto her lap and with fast rough movements maneuvers them on the middle of the bed, with him now on top of her.

 ”What a salacious little creature my wife is”, he teases and starts kissing collar, making sure to leave small marks behind as he does. When arriving downwards he starts sucking on her nipple.

 ”Only for you, Tywin”, she whimpers hips bucking against his cock. Her noises get louder as he continues on his assault, now deftly getting his palm on her other breast and taking the other nipple between his fingers, as he teases the other with his mouth.

 His hands encourage her hips, moving his own hips aside, he gets her to roll her hips against his thigh. Angling his thigh so that she will have no way to move but with rubbing her pearl against his rough thigh.

Soon he switches his assault the other way around, taking her left nipple into his mouth. As he does he lets out a rumbling chuckle as Y/n’s breathless whines get louder.

 ”Ty-Tywin, please, o-oh”, she whimpers as Tywin’s hands force her hips to move faster along his thigh. The friction hitting just the right spot as she lets out a high pitched moan.

 ”Is my little wife going to come? Go on, take your pleasure on my thigh, I can feel your quim sopping through your undergarments. Let it wash over you”, he encourages as her movements get more shaky and her noises louder.

 Tywin was no young boy, but he could have come just from the sight and feel of her rubbing her clothed little pussy against his thigh. ”T-Tywin! I’m-It’s- Tywin!”, Y/n incoherently squeals as her thighs start shaking and she reaches her climax.

 She grasps the Great Lion’s shoulders and pulls him tightly against her body as she rides her aftershocks. Tywin takes mercy on her, knowing the state of her head after such pleasure and starts gently kissing the side of her head.

 ”There we go my little sparrow, I have you. ”, he mutters against her, his other hand soothingly running up and down her thigh.

 Y/n takes her lower lip between her teeth and presses her face towards his gentle kisses. It felt good to be in his arms again.

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HUMADROID: Five For Five

Mac Maxwell is a young black male living in New York City fell a sleep in his recliner feet up in the air. Toes pointed towards the flash of the television screen the picture roles on and again.

The screen suddenly lights up in a flash of good and silver blows up covering up the room. The light lifts him up into the air as if by any sort of magic shoves him backwards he is colliding with the television.

On impact it swallows him whole entirely it is transferring him in to a new world speeding down in to a magical realm. “Welcome dear friend to my wonderful world of mysticism and pure power.” A voice echoes through the halls.

“This is the world you live in a shit place hell hole of drama, evil and fucking asswipes but here. You can bring your imagination to life what one loses here others can find In spades. What do you think?” The man goes on breathlessly till he is finished.

“What is this place?”

“Heaven on earth or paradise “

“So basically it’s everything “

“Correct!”

“Why am I here?”

“To balance the equation.”

“Take what is yours”

“Make your heaven on earth”

“This will be a journey “

“Don’t bother to figure me out”

“I am and can be your best friend or worst nightmare.”

“Which one will it be?”

“Not my enemy for sure”

“Excellent!”

“Did you just snap that book into existence?”

“One of a million things I can do do”

“Why don’t you browse?”

“The HUMADROID catalogue? Are you in the business of building robots?”

Part 1

The smirks on his face grows widely out of his control pointing into the void as a whirlpool appears. Showcasing multiple video clips of a different guys and couples who have been transforming them into real dolls.

The room spins as he takes a bow flipping the tip of his hate bidding me a due he is backing up fading into the mist of the night and he watches him disappear into the darkness.

Mac stranded in this new world glees with great anticipation exciting within him flow of air current rushes with the descending of a few pods landing on the space pod placed within a grove of patched land inside laid seeds.

The young man greedily goes into series of processes in his new make shift laboratory to make a grand plan in which the scheme will be the likes of which no one else has ever scene and I will unleash in to the world by my orders.

The plants produce a certain color palate in theory that could create a unique hypnotic signature so I intentionally take a year off the grid to study its affects eventually with effort my color b is released to a rousing success.

One day Jamie is passing window shows as he pushes his shopping cart into hollow hall of the mall when one the glass window wow him emitting a multitude of lovely colors like a heat seeking missile the ray zips his eyes contact.

The man immediate struck off his center of gravity frozen in place in front of the window as the colorful display of the giant television screen switches different patterns his eyes match them like clones a ideal match like diamonds.

Soon enough his eyes are now devoid of any life his being completely wiped clean all that is eyes with static grey and colors much like on television and his mind is in endless loop of nothingness ebbing and flowing a new reality.

He was on his way to meet a friend but that is obviously not happening especially when his cell phone screen bings with a sharp resounding sound alerting him to the text but the message goes unanswered his friend.

Across from the mall a few blocks later his friend Ashley pissing off as per usual is off his pit drunk about to take another sip of his beer when his cellphone rings thinking it is Jamie he is about to scream at him but is cut off.

He places the cell phone to his ear hitting him in ear shattering noise sending a chill down his spine he locks in place beer in his hand the glass falls smashing in to the floor breaking in to pieces his mine completely left in shambles.

He is going completely blank in a states of deep shock and surprises his mind goes in to hyperdrive warping super fast holding him back he drops in to a pit of despair free falling endlessly into a bottomless black hole.

While he will join Jaime in just a pit behind his wall man takes a key the wall opens up

a key hole and the key fits perfectly turning the knob as the door swings to the side and he enters walking in he spits Ashley placing his hands on his shoulder.

Rubbing it he helps him up to his feet as he and his new subject walk off mindless into the void and Ashley is locked in the second pod next to his pal but being reprogrammed for service and I could not be happier with the outcome.

Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you might see it a night in the pod will do him just right in deepening my full on permanent control over his being inside

and out with no to rescue him but me he

is in for a treat.

As his body lay in status over the night I let the headphones place on his face by robot hands firmly and strategic held as the visor programs begin to project into his mind a laser forces his way to his mind in a heavy stream.

Ear buds slips into his ears like a radio the songs are blasting into his ears are playing so hard pumping reprogramming music on and on his voice quiets inside nothing else will ever matter.

The pods go dumb turning completely black encased in a seal of clear glass both of the are sinking into the ground below they will be indoctrinated into a life of us the robot mindless obedience.

Part 2

Part 2

Nick Pickard is enjoying an early morning in the heat of the night barbecue burning so bright he is unaware of the sparks flying high above the area catching hold of the place.

The room lights up catching fire he trapping him instinctively he hits the wall hard as he crushes a bit the fire blocks him in a sea of chaos the fire reaches the brim of the roof exploding.

The kids of Nick Pickard arriving far to late watching the remains of what was there ex father they lose it bursting in to tears they both collapse from heat exhaustion and faint.

Ian, Glen and Nick feet are grabbed yanking them in to the grass they are dragging in to the grass and thrown in to a nearby pit of epic proportions in an endless sea of white steam.

The next three pods open welcoming them in a deep heavy thud they soon wake up as the top of the roof closes on them locking no rather sealing them in place for what is to come.

“Where am I? Hello?”

“Dad? Why are we here?”

“Dad? “

“Is he in a state of trance?”

“Hypnotized”

“Master? Come and get me”

“Master? Dad are you ok?”

“Obey him”

“You most obey Master”

“Mmmmmmm”

“That hum”

“I can’t stop”

“I’m humming too”

“Mmmmm”

“I can’t think”

“My mind is blocked”

“Am I hard?”

“Rock hard “

“Oh God.”

The end

[cutegirlmayra]

This is probably really out there but here we go. A mysterious lavender hedgehog with familiar jade eyes comes from the future (25ish years) trying to get future Eggman back from destroying the past (modern) verisons of the heroes. She's pretty fast and Sonic finds she's weirdly familiar especially when the insane elderly Eggman goes on about keeping his promise to never touch the girl. Modern Eggman then attacks her, it's revealed she is Sonic's future daughter Velocity (best name I thought of)

Prompt:

“And that’s the gist of it.” The Girl finished tying her dark purple hair up, with streaks of magenta that sparkled like stardust for some reason… There were highlights of gold, but probably from when she turned Super just a few moments ago with Future Chaos Emeralds that helped her to get here with this ‘Uncle’ of hers’ invention. Sonic thought long and hard, his thumb pushing up against his squishy pink muzzle as he contemplated all he had heard. “So,.. our Eggman discovered your other Chaos Emeralds… resulting in that powerful blast that took out so much of that valley..." He looked a little like he was reserving how upset he was at that.

Amy placed a hand on her heart, "That beautiful valley..." She gripped some fabric of her dress, both by her chest and at the white rims of its ends.

"That's awful." Tails looked down, his eyes also twitching as he tightened his jaw, holding back wanting to say more.

"Yeah..." Knuckles looked perturbed as well, folding his arms before looking over at the Girl. "And you say you're a hero from your time?"

"That's right." She tried to be sensitive to the fact that half the crater in the ground just now was her doing... "I apologize." she put her hand to her heart, a bit more firmly than Amy did, as everyone looked up to her at the sudden shift of action. She was holding herself well, taking responsibility, "If I hadn't chased my timeline's Eggman, then none of this disaster would have happened." She looked to Sonic, "I ask you all," then to the others, "Forgive me." and bent her eyes before lowering her head, "I swear I'll make it up to you."

They smiled at her trying to take all the blame.

"It's not your fault alone," Amy interjected, taking a sweet step forward to comfort the kindhearted heroine.

"That's right, how could you have known..." Tails also held his head a bit more higher, and the Girl smiled gently to each of them.

"Thank you, but let me make it up to you. Since I don't know where my time's big baddie went into hiding here in your time, I may as well plant some trees and try and help the scarring." She offered her hand up as a way to symbolize her 'gesture of help'. "Sonic, Knuckles... we'll need someone to till the land and collect some berries."

Sonic smirked, "You got it!" and darted off, not even questioning her sudden leadership.

Surprised by that, Amy also lifted up her hand to volunteer, "I'll help too!"

"Right!" The Girl nodded, eagerly, "Your hammer can pack a wallop, it'll be useful for breaking rocks, creating holes for the seeds to be planted in, and then I'll speed by to bury them up again."

"... How did you..?" Amy looked a bit surprised, but she took off.

"While Knuckles is tilling and digging around, I'll help Sonic collect berries. We should probably figure out an irrigation system first... I'll find a local source of water and use my power to help it reach the crater." She stated, looking over her shoulder as she dashed off before speeding off... so similar... her dust of wind, the blur of color in her wake...

Even her mannerisms... the confidence in her words and abilities...

"O-oh..." Amy narrowed her eyes a bit, "She knows..."

Later on, Amy was hammering away, swinging rocks that were too hard to smash and powder down out of the way to keep the ground soft for planting while Knuckles dug about, shouting out a battle cry of efforts as he did so.

She paused only a moment to lean on her Hammer's stem, wiping the sweat off her face, when Sonic appeared with berries all in his arms.

"Think this will do?" He asked her.

"Yeah, thanks." She smiled gleefully, giggling as he plot them down for her and let them rain from his arms to rolling beside her. "Got quite a haul there, did ya?"

"Yeah. Where's the girl?" He looked about, "She didn't even properly give us a name..."

"Yeah,... like, she's avoiding it... or something." Amy looked around, "Come to think of it... she even knew about my Piko Piko Hammer without ever seeing it before." she looked at her hammer a second, lifting it up as Sonic ducked over the berries.

"Ahhh! Amy, no! The berries! You'll squash them!" he joked about and she puffed up a side of her cheek, successfully being distracted by his antics.

"Oh, you! I wasn't gonna hit them!" she laughed and playfully smacked his back as he closed his eyes and smiled too, pretending to defend the berry patch. "Get up from there, haha!"

"Nooo! The berries, Amy! I worked so hard to find them only for your incredibly hard-hitting and infamous hammer to squish them all into oblivion!" he continued to be dramatic but then his word struck her...

"Oh." Her eyes blinked a second, and she stopped all movement. "Infamous?" She leaned away as he got up, stretching out his 'lightly patted with scolds' back, and looked cheerfully back to her with his arm behind his head, pretty relaxed, but still fully stretching towards the sky.

"Well, yeah! It's obvious to me that in the future, we'll be pretty popular!" he looked out at the crater they were cultivating for vegetation and put relaxed hand down and the other on his hip. "Look, Amy... just look at it." The wind blew gently by them... and the sun illuminated the space as it rose over the curvature of the earth. "Velocity really wants to set things right, we shouldn't question her on this... I'm sure we'll find her old egg-gramp, soon." he put his arms back up over his head... when Amy looked a bit sorry for doubting her.

"Yeah... you're right, she really doesn't mean any harm-... Wait a moment!" Her eyelids bounced up wide, "You-!" she turned to him, as he looked at her with an innocent expression on his face.

"Hmm? Amy? What's wrong?" He asked while Amy pointed to him and moved away.

"You... Yo-yo-yo-you called her Velocity!" She exclaimed, and Sonic jolted in spot, "You-... You know her name!"

"Ah-oh-uh-Gotta run!" he darted off with a few awkward poses of trying to 'negate' her obvious suspicion of him now, too.

"Ah, wait!" she reached out for him... but there was just a pile of loose dirt and dust behind where he must have sped off, too... "Hrmm... Why does that worry me even more?" She bent her ears and head down, not liking the secrecy that swarmed around the girl. But she sighed, "Well, if Sonic can trust her... so can I." she looked up with determination and continued to hammer the ground repeatedly, looking like she was getting it out of her system... the berries lightly bounced and rolled a bit on the ground as she carried on...

Later, Tails reported that he had found the other Eggman, who was trying to snatch the remaining 'Past Chaos Emeralds' from Shadow, but was thwarted and tied up by him and Rouge.

"Awesome!" Amy exclaimed, "She'll be so happy to hear that!" she beamed, as Knuckles pounded his fists together.

"Can't wait to show her the work we've done on the valley! She must be having trouble locating water this far out into the mountains, though." He looked to Amy who nodded to his deductions.

"Sonic told me a little while ago that there are heavy rains coming down from the mountains, and monsoons usually reach this bit of land during the stormy seasons... If he had known she was looking for water, he would have said something sooner." She lifted a hand to explain, as Knuckles looked down and folded his arms tightly again.

"Poor girl..." He stated, "She only wanted to help..."

Amy also looked down... "I'm getting kinda worried..."

"Hey, gang!"

"Ah!" Everyone turned back to see Sonic and Velocity racing back, dragging two sticks behind them. "Sonic!" They seemed to all resonate their voices together in joy at seeing him and the new girl returning... but Amy didn't race to meet them like the others.

She held herself back... seeing Sonic waving and then looking back at Velocity with a charming smile... and her returning it happily...

Her heart hurt suddenly...

She gripped it tighter than before, "What... is this feeling?"

Although happy they found a way to trickle some freshwater towards the valley, Sonic had mentioned they should dig more smaller canals to have the water transport more down the mountain and not drown the new trees that will sprout here.

As they worked, Amy kept looking over her shoulder at the laughter and growing bond between Sonic and...

Velocity.

She gripped her hammer a bit tighter.

The campsite was moderately damp from all the water they were dealing with, making mud and finding it hard to light a fire without dry branches to use, but Velocity used her speed to quickly dry and spark wood together, and everyone seemed to praise her.

"You're pretty useful, Velocity," Amy stated, trying to be polite and kind as the girl looked up with alarm.

"You... You know my name?" She inquired.

"Y-Yes." Amy noticed her slowly coming up from warming herself near the fire. "Sonic... He... He let it slip by." she tilted her head, bending her eyes before smiling and closing them fully. "You two get along great together!"

"You think so?" Velocity wiped her hands off from a job well done and placed them on her hips, stretching herself up to the sky, breathing in the world around her. "Ahhh... the air is always so much clearer after a hard day's work!" she cheered, then winked to Amy, "You weren't half bad yourself there, hammer-girl!"

Amy had an anger mark on the side of her head, but kept her composure, twitching an eyebrow, 'H-Hammer... girl..?'

Velocity snickered a little, "Opps, my apologizes. You're super cute, Amy!" she tried to backtrack but Amy was already twitching a bit.

"It's fine." she held in her annoyance.

"You... planning to go back home, soon?" She asked as the girl twitched a second, scratching the side of her neck.

"Actually..." She blushed a little pathetically, and looked away at the side of her eyes, "Even though my timeline's Eggman is back, I would still like to finish what I've started, and get the crater looking good as new! Tails said he can get some Flickies to fly grass and flower seeds over the wide crater... I think that would be pretty and wonderful to see, don't you?"

Amy was fuming with fire... "Yeah, that's wonderful." she dipped her head down, and getting up, Velocity could definitely tell something was wrong, and that she angered the poor girl.

"U-Uhh... You know, you kinda remind me of my mom..."

Amy stopped a second, "I should go-... Huh?" She was completely shaken out of her previous feelings. She shook her head multiple times and then reached out gently to Velocity, stepping forward a bit tentatively before pulling back, "I-... what was that?"

"My mom." Velocity smiled, distilling the obvious hostilities that must have been created somehow... though she didn't seem phased, and had no desire to question it. "When she got irritated with me, she would always say, 'You're just like your Father! Augh!' but when she was happy with me, she'd always say, 'Ha! Like Father, like Daughter, eh?' and I knew she was proud of me." She turned her body to the side and looked up at the moon.

Her profile...

Amy admired how it looked just like Sonic's...

Her mind flashed to that image of him... and seeing so much of how similar they were, looked away.

"Velocity... I'm sorry." she closed her eyes, as Velocity looked back to her.

"What for?" She wondered.

"I've... I've just been awfully jealous of how you and Sonic get along so well..." She sighed and held her arms together, looking off to the side of the crater, "You can race alongside him... make him laugh... and you both have the spirit of heroes about yourselves... The more I watched you two work together, the more insecure I became... and that was unfair to you." She opened her eyes gently and turned back to Velocity, taking her hands. "But not any longer!"

Velocity lurched back a second, looking awkwardly with her mouth hanging open at the girl's sudden jump towards her and seizing her hands. "W-wha?"

"I won't lose to you, Velocity!" Amy looked pretty stoked, determination coursing through her eyes as Velocity slowly shook her head in utter horror.

"N-No, no, it's not like that-!" she tried to state but Amy continued, letting her hands come up as though the two were praying, putting Velocity's sweating face up near hers as well.

"Two women in a fierce duel of love, each fighting with all her soul and might for her one true love to take notice of her more than the other..!" Amy's eyes gracefully lifted to the stars, shining like gemstones as she declared her intentions with Velocity about to fall on her shaking knees.

"Please, no more..." Her eyes were shaking, "This is not what I meant to-!"

"No woman expects to fall in love, especially with someone as elusive as Sonic The Hedgehog." Amy took a deep, respectful breath in. "But alas, we are what we are. We are made to love, and Sonic just happened to squeeze our hearts without us knowing... it was too late when we did, anyway." She shook her head, "Can't be helped."

"M-Miss Amy, please-!" Velocity's lips trembled, tears on the side of her eyes.

"I won't ask you to back down, Velocity... don't worry." She then looked with a fire blazing in her eyes as though the reflection of the campfire, but even more brighter and powerful than its flames!

"Eeek!" Velocity jolted in spot, "Really, this is so not necessary!" She kept trying to protest but Amy 'marched' on in her 'Woman's suffering' act.

"Two women locked in an endless spiral of longing and envy, each trying their hardest to obtain a heart as free as the wind... But I won't back down either, Velocity! I'm confident in my feelings for Sonic reaching even through the whirling wind!" She leaned forward as Velocity kept trying to get away but Amy's grip was too strong.

"Please, this is a bad dream! A bad dream!" Velocity shook her head, this being too much for her. "Please let me go..!" she fell to her knees at last, her eyes now crying blobs like connected pearl strings down her cheeks, each having a differing shape to them as though morphing with her plight.

"We can't be free of our feelings, Velocity, but although I won't lose Sonic to you, it won't stop me from maintaining a cordial and friendly rivalry with you." Amy let her go but kept a hand still on one of hers.

Velocity was now on her literal KNEES, her other hand on the ground, "It's just a friendship..." she pleaded.

"Exactly... we'll maintain our relations so as to not have anyone suspect us of bad conduct. We'll fight equally and on similar grounds. Hmm-hmm." She nodded at those rules, finding them fair. "But Sonic's mine, you hear me!?" She grinned widely as Velocity seemed to finally take the fatal, ending blow and fell to the ground.

The following day, Amy was constantly trying to intercept Velocity, who kept her distance from Sonic, confusing him.

Plowing and watching the Flickies fly over the Crater, Velocity said her goodbyes and--as a small joke, blew a kiss to Amy before waving things off.

Amy was confused, but Sonic just sniggered.

It wouldn't be until years later... Amy discovered that Velocity...

Was Sonic's own flesh and future blood.

And hers', as well. ^^

[nishantkapoor]

Sweet Corn Farming in India: A Brief Guide

Sweet corn farming has gained popularity in India, which is attributed to the growing demand and profitability of the crop. Farmers are adopting this crop because it takes a short time to grow and is a versatile crop.

 Let’s learn more about sweet corn farming in India, its cultivation process and market value.

Land Preparation and Sowing

Sweet corn prefers well-drained soil rich in organic matter. Before planting, plough the soil to make it loamy and well-aerated. Sowing is generally done in the kharif season, when the climate is warm, and the soil temperature is more than 10 °C. Agricultural improvement involves using implements such as Indian tractors. These tractors help till your land in a shorter time than the manual process, increasing the farmer's efficiency.

Seed Selection and Planting

It is very important to select the right variety of seeds to get optimum yield. Today, numerous types of sweet corn hybrids can be bought, which are disease-free. Seed planting should be done 1 inch deep, and the distance between rows should be 2 inches. Space is also useful for getting proper sunlight and aeration for growth of plant.

Irrigation and Fertilization

The proper growth of sweet corn requires a moderate amount of water, which should be supplied regularly. Always ensure you rinse your crop well, particularly when the crop is at the silking or ear development stage. The fertilizer which should be applied in the early stages of the crop is a balanced one to supplement the nutrients. Some of the tasks that can be easily done by Sonalika Mileage Master tractors include fertilization, where fertilizers can be evenly distributed throughout the field.

Pest and Weed Control

Effective weed control is critical if one is to cultivate sweet corn successfully. Competition can be made between the weeds and crops for the nutrients needed so that less yield will be harvested. When it comes to fields, make sure to use herbicides and manually pull off the weeds in order to have clean fields. Monitoring is required in order to control pests such as the corn borer and the aphids. That is why an IPM plan needs to be applied to minimize crop losses.

Harvesting and Storage

Sweet corn is ready to harvest after 100 days. When the silk’s skin turns completely brown, and the kernels in it are well-filled, it is time to harvest. Using tractors like the SWARAJ XT TRACTOR makes harvesting easy and faster with mechanical combine harvesters.

[dexlexia]

riptide - a zosan fan fic

pairing: zosan (zoro x sanji) rating: 18+ summary: The island felt like paradise. Off in the corner of the world that no one would find them. After finding the One Piece, Zoro and Sanji wanted to retire from a life of piracy. It felt like everyone got to live out their dreams,  and with goals accomplished they split the treasure and went their own ways. For some is meant going back to where they were from and living a peaceful retirement, others continued to sail the seas and help others.  tags: post!series, anniversary, smut & fluff, gentle sex, zoro and sanji being old gays, tender sex, oral sex, hand jobs, anal sex, proposals

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The island felt like paradise. Off in the corner of the world that no one would find them. After finding the One Piece, Zoro and Sanji wanted to retire from a life of piracy. It felt like everyone got to live out their dreams,  and with goals accomplished they split the treasure and went their own ways. For some it meant going back to where they were from and living a peaceful retirement, others continued to sail the seas and help others. 

For Zoro and Sanji that meant settling down and having a nice early retirement. The pair were in their thirties now, as Sanji jokingly said that was too old for a pirate. They however kept busy, Zoro ran a dojo on the island and Sanji owned his own restaurant, using their knowledge of what made them the best in their field and brought it to the island they called home. It was nice at times, even if the couple wanted to beat each other within an inch of their lives.  The couple still bickered and argued at times. Even after all this time they still knew how to get under each other's skin. 

  "Cook! I'm gonna kick your ass!" Zoro exclaimed at the other side of the table.

  "Oh yeah? What if I grab the frying pan and hit open your skull, moss head!" Sanji called back. He then rounded the table and the two started to manhandle one another, the blonde even going as far as to try and bite the swordsman's beefy shoulder. Eventually the two tumbled to the ground. "You're a pain in my side swordsman." The blonde grunted as he tried to get the one up on the other man. 

Zoro smirked before he went in for the kiss, he gripped onto the blonde's wrists and kept him steady on top of the swordsman. Their lips met and Sanji squirmed in the other's hold. But eventually Zoro let his wrists go and he wrapped his arms around him. What started as an argument over the best way to cook an egg devolved into a passionate make out session on their creaky hardwood floor.  Zoro wrapped his strong arms around the other man and rolled him underneath. He then pinned his wrists above his head and continued the kiss. 

However it was short lived before the smoke alarm went off as the eggs Sanji was trying to cook went up in smoke. Sanji pushed the bulkier man off of him and he quickly got up to turn off the alarm. He opened the kitchen windows and gagged at the scent of burnt eggs. They weren't a little crispy at the edges, they were burnt.  It looked like a whole other food item at the bottom. Sanji grumbles and turned to the swordsman, "You're lucky I love you." And grimace as he scraped the burnt food into the trash bin. 

He hated wasting food, and now with his own piece of land he'll take the seeds of fruits and vegetables to grow in tilled soil at the back of the house.  Zoro said that it was ridiculous that he was trying to grow his own vegetables, they were made of money and it was easier to go to the market. Sanji tried to argue but had on occasion caught Zoro watering the plants with the garden hose when it was outside. 

It was like how when Sanji tidied up the house and had some time. He'd shine Zoro's old swords that were now hung over the fireplace in the main room. It was just how they were, saying I love you felt unnecessary. They were crewmates, in some ways they were rivals as well. But every night, Sanji didn't eat until Zoro got home and Zoro wouldn't go to bed until the blonde was beside him. It was always how they were, in their own strange way of love. 

Zoro smirked as Sanji washed the pan to get the leftover burnt bits off. And then started again with breakfast. He wasn't the best cook, he could make good sashimi but the trade off was that he had to do the dishes every time Sanji cooked. And Zoro would prefer to scrub bits off the bottom of a pot than waste time waiting around for things to cook. Plus asking Zoro to cook was like asking Sanji to wield a sword. There were more qualified people to do the job. 

Eventually breakfast was served and Zoro happily ate. Sanji sat across from him and spread out his legs so both their ankles were touching. Sanji rubbed his ankle up against Zoro's and relaxed in his seat. Zoro noticed and looked up from his plate to see the other man. 

  "Can I help you, Sanji?"

  "A good chef wants to see their customers enjoy the meal.' He leaned forever eventually and touched Zoro's arm, "Plus I realized what today was."

 "Oh yeah what's that?" Zoro asked,  letting his arm be felt up by his lover, "What makes today so special you had to ruin the eggs." 

Sanji dug his nails into Zoro's arm, "You have to ruin a good moment, don't you." Then loosened his grip, "Today, twelve years ago. We met, and it's been almost eight years since the end of our journey. When we got this place and lived happily ever after." The corner of his lip curled, "Time flies when you're having fun." 

Zoro put down his fork and moved his arm so his fingers could link with Sanji's, "I guess it is." He smirked too, "twelve years of ruining my life."

Sanji gripped his hand, "I'm no ball and chain, honey."

Zoro leaned across the table and kissed his lover, "that would imply you're dragging me down. You're more of a bug I can't get rid of."  Sanji yanked Zoro's shirt and kissed him deeper. When Zoro pulled away he smiled again, "Don't worry, Sanji. I'm not getting rid of you anytime soon." And sat back down in the wooden chair. 

Sanji draped an arm over the back of his chair and lit a smoke at the table, "I know, mosshead.' Their eyes met, "It would be too much work to find another partner. Plus I think the little old ladies in town like us together too much they'd never accept another person with you." He inhaled and then exhaled smoke, letting it disappear into the air, "I mean, I wouldn't allow it either."

  "We've got too much history" Zoro said with his mouthful, "The idea of finding someone new this far is too much work. Plus even after all this time, Cook, I need you." 

Sanji smirked, "I need you too, Zoro. More than you'll ever know. It's been so long I couldn't imagine this without you. Even if sometimes I want to put rat poison in your food and throw the body into the ocean. You may bother the hell out of me Roronoa Zoro, but life is better with you in it. Now eat up, you have to go to work soon." 

  "What about you?"

   "The restaurant can be closed for a day,  I have some things I need to do."  Sanji responded as he finished up his meal, "But you better get going.  I don't want those ids to give you hell because you were late." He got up from the table to put his dishes in the sink.

   "But I've got to-"

  "Don't worry, Zoro. I'll take care of the dishes, plus the pan needs to soak. There's still food stuck to it." 

Zoro quickly finished and got on his boots. He grabbed the swords he now used to train kids and looked over his shoulder as he got over to the front door, "Happy anniversary, Sanji." Before he stepped out. The words read as an 'I love you', and Sanji got the message loud and clear. The door closed with a click and Sanji instantly got to his feet.

The blonde peeked out the kitchen window to see Zoro walking down the path towards town. He smiled to himself as he got a good look at the back of his moss man's head. He finished his cigarette and exhaled deeply, putting the butt in the ashtray in the window. First dishes then cooking. He had a long day ahead of him. 

If Sanji could think of one thing that he loved about Zoro, it was his strength. Not just physical strength, which Zoro had a lot of, but the mental fortitude that Zoro had. He was determined, he completed his quest which set him out to the Grand Line all those years ago. He never stopped fighting. Even though he wasn't the more nurturing type, Sanji knew that Zoro cared for the Strawhats in his own way. He didn't cook or tend wounds or play an instrument or be the navigator (that would be the last thing he should be), but if someone came in the way of any of the Strawhats, he would lay down his life for them. Sanji included, even back when they bickered and fought.  Even when Sanji thought Zoro was a jerk who didn't respect anyone, he still felt safer onboard the ship with the swordsman there. 

Sanji put that love he had for his mosshead into the cake pan as he added the vanilla cake mix into the pan as well.  He also added it when he cooked the rice and seared the sea king meat. Zoro would eat out of a dumpster if it paired well with ale, but tonight was special. Only the best for his lover.  Morning turned to afternoon, and afternoon into evening. 

The glow from the streetlamps in town illuminated the path to the house. Sanji was checking on the rice as he occasionally peeked outside to see if Zoro was coming home. But even when Sanji finished dinner and it was plated for the two of them, there was no sign of Zoro.  Sanji waited, and waited and waited, however there was no sign of the mosshead.  Worry filled Sanji's mind that soon turned into anger, did the stupid mosshead not know what he was doing? Was he so thick in the head that he was unable to realize that Sanji was doing something special for tonight. 

An hour passed, then two. Sanji smoked through at least seven cigarettes in stress and anger. The ashtray in front of him filled with the leftover butts. Then by almost hour three of waiting, the door opened.  Quickly Zoro came inside and dropped his stuff, he looked away wildly for the other man. He looked as if he had run home, his chest rising and falling quickly.

  "Sanji." He said. 

The blonde forcefully put out his eighth cigarette, "Well, if it isn't mosshead." He got up from the chair, it pushed back by the force of him moving. He knew his eyes were red from the amount of times he was on the verge of crying. 

   "Sanji, I'm sorry. I didn't know how late it was.." He stepped forward.

  "Where were you? The town isn't even that big, did you lost your stupid mosshead?! I cooked you your favorite meal for today and you couldn't even give me the decency to be on time! I swear to god Roronoa Zoro, you're on thin ice! I'm probably going to beat you over the head, crate you off to the next ship that comes to the docks and get rid of you for the rest of my life!" Sanji could see red as he flailed his arm about, he knew the heat was rising in his face too.

  "Sanji, you have to understand. I'm sorry." Zoro tried to argue. This wasn't one of their stupid morning arguments, this was something that ran deeper.  Being so late struck a nerve with the blonde. He tried to close the gap and wrap Sanji up in a hug, but the blonde pushed him away. Then he saw a more vulnerable side of the cook.

He didn't cry, but his jaw tensed, "Zoro, where were you?" He wasn't going to cry, he wasn't a soft baby. Nevertheless the feeling ached within him. He wanted to know where his lover was. What happened to him after work.

  "I had to get something done when I finished work today. It was important."

  "More important than our anniversary? Zoro, did you not hear what I said to you today! Twelve years and you're still a huge idiot!" Sanji snapped. He clenched his fists, "Just tell me. What was so important that you missed our dinner?"

Zoro put his hand in his pants pocket, "I had to get it resized. Today was the only day he was in." He pulled out a small box and tossed it to Sanji who caught it, "I wanted to save it for later. Try to cook you something, but I guess I have no choice." He shoved both hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched as he swallowed back the anxiety. A swordsman should never be anxious. 

But not many swordsmen had to propose to their fickle lover.

  "Sanji." Zoro said, "Will you marry me?" Their eyes met, there was mist in the swordsman's eyes, "I'm sorry I couldn't make this special for you. I didn't know this was going to take forever." 

Sanji opened the box, inside there was a simple ring. Even the gesture of wanting to get married made the blonde's jaw relax. He held the box like a precious gift, which it was.  He held the box to his chest. He asked, "How long have you been holding onto this?"

  "A few months now. I didn't want anything flashy. There's a chain in the box too, so you can wear it while you cook and not bake it into the food.  And if you lose it, we can replace it easily." Zoro explained. He watched Sanji put the ring on and place the box on the table. 

  "What about your ring, Zoro?" He asked.

Zoro raised his shirt over his toned body, "I got something a little more permanent." Over where his heart would be was a small tattoo that read  "Sanji" and over top of it an image of a bent cigarette. He watched Sanji come over and carefully touch the plastic that covered the tattoo for protection. 

That was why the often shirtless Zoro had been mostly clothed around the house for a few days. Sanji asked, "What if I said no?" And placed a hand on Zoro's pec. The ring caught the low light in the kitchen. 

Their faces were close together, Zoro looked at Sanji's lips for a moment before their eyes met again, "Then I'd tattoo a huge sea king over top of it." He cupped Sanji's chin, "So I guess it's a yes?"

Sanji smiled, "I always liked the last name Roronoa." Then went in for a kiss. Zoro dropped his shirt and wrapped his arms around the other man, deepening the kiss. Sanji's hands found the back of Zoro's head and gripped onto the short green hairs. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of one another. Any tension between the two of them dissipated. 

Zoro eventually pulled away and looked around the chef to see the dinner he had laid out. Before he could say anything, Sanji grabbed him by the shirt and started to walk towards their bedroom upstairs. Zoro swallowed in anticipation of what was to come. Screw food when he could enjoy something much better. 

Their bedroom was spacious,  enough to fit their bed and other pieces of furniture. Sanji's clothes were put away while Zoro's hung over the chair by the desk, being collected until one of them did laundry. Sanji put a hand carefully over where the tattoo was as he looked into Zoro's eyes. "I'm sorry for what happened back there."

  "Don't worry." Zoro replied, "All I wanted was for you to say yes. After all, it's been twelve years." Then went in for another kiss and started to undo the knot at the back of Sanji's apron, pulling away to get it over his head before he went back for another kiss. Sanji's hands found the bottom of Zoro's shirt and soon it was on the floor with the apron. 

Sanji's finger traced the scar across Zoro's chest. He laid a kiss on it before he started to work on getting the other out of his pants. Their lips met once more in a fiery inferno as they struggled to get their clothes off and onto the floor. Soon everything was off and scattered in front of the bed. Zoro grabbed Sanji by the waist and got him onto the bed. They laid out with him, the mosshead on top as he held Sanji's face, passionately making out with him. Their cock brushed against one another. 

  "Happy anniversary." Sanji said quietly. 

  "Same to you. You're going to be a pain in my ass for the rest of our lives." He kissed Sanji's neck, "All my days will be spent dealing with you. My annoying, perverted, cook." Heat was rising in Zoro's face as he kissed down, moving across Sanji's chest.  He could feel the rise and fall of the other's chest as he teased him, his hand going down to their cocks where he started to stroke the blonde's hard on. 

Sanji moaned as Zoro caressed his cock, his back arched slightly at the feeling. His breathing became heavier as Zoro continued to play with Sanji's cock. He jolted when Zoro went all the way down on him and started to suck his cock. Legs kicked out but Zoro quickly pinned him to the bed by his thighs. He felt the muscle under his large hands as he took Sanji's cock all the way to the base. 

  "Shit, Zoro." Sanji groaned. 

  "I know, cook. Just relax, let your husband take care of you." Zoro chuckled to himself before he went back down on Sanji. He felt the blonde's cock in his throat and was able to take it no problem. He was a seasoned vet at this kind of stuff, especially with the cook. He massaged the other's strong thighs as. He continued to give him head. Licking at all the right spots near the base and doing a great job at not getting his teeth to graze against Sanji's cock. 

Sanji gripped Zoro's short green hair and yanked on it when the mosshead started to deep throat him. His face felt flushed, his body hot as pleasure coursed through his body. He looked down at the man's head that was between his legs and realized how good his new ring looked buried in Zoro's locks.  He gave a small yank and that caused Zoro's cock to twitch as it got caught between Zoro's abdomen and the bed underneath him. 

The room became filled with the noises of oral sex as Sanji let himself moan, the muscles in his body tensing up as Zoro kept going. The feeling was euphoric. For a man who practically bit Sanji's cock the first time, Roronoa Zoro was good at giving head.  Sanji shuddered as Zoro hit a good spot with his tongue, right at the base where Sanji found himself more sensitive. 

  "You're a menace, Zoro." 

  "Yeah, but I'm your menace." The mosshead responded before he went back down on Sanji, feeling every inch of the man's cock in his mouth. He rubbed his own cock up against the sheets to get some satisfaction.  The breathing through his nose became heavier the longer he sucked on Sanji's cock. He loved the feeling of the blonde's hands in his hair, it was like where they belonged.  Yeah, maybe Zoro could live with Sanji for the rest of their days. As they got further into their retirement. They could be the old bickering couple in town that everyone knew. 

That all sounded great to Zoro. 

Sanji was feeling closer to orgasm, he could feel the curl of pleasure in his gut. The waves that knocked him over when it all became too much.He could feel the sweat on his brow like he had been cooking for twelve hours non stop, but instead of a delicious meal he was preparing. He was making love to his future husband.  "Fuck." He moaned as he shifted his hips to get ready to finish in Zoro's mouth.  He let out a loud moan before he panted out, "Mosshead, I'm close." His grip tightened even more on the swordsman's head,  his hips jolted when Zoro took his mouth off the base of Sanji's cock and focused on the head, letting him do the rest of the work. 

  "Shit!" Sanji gasped as he finished in Zoro's mouth, the new sensation of Zoro's hand becoming involved made it too much for the blonde to handle. His hair stuck to the back of his neck as he felt covered in sweat from the orgasmic experience. He relaxed on the bed and tried to catch his breath in the warm bedroom. 

Zoro pulled his head away from between his future husband's cock and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Sanji could see beads of sweat at the green-haired man's temples. Zoro's cock was painfully erect as he tried to position himself  in a way that he wasn't crushing his erection. He laid out beside Sanji and started to kiss the man's face, letting his tip rub against Sanji's leg. The sensation made the mosshead moan. His eyes rolled back when Sanji grabbed a hold of his erection and started to stroke his cock. 

  "How does that feel?" Sanji asked as he peppered kisses on the stubble on Zoro's face. He felt the heat from the other man as he continued to play with his just as Zoro did to him earlier.  His noises egged the cook on as he played and rode the mosshead's cock. He could feel the heat that rose from the other man as he moved his hand.  The groans, grunts and small sounds that left Zoro's lips. The tip dribbled out pre-cum which only lubricated Sanji's hand. He massaged the flesh, he gripped closer to the tip and loosened as he got closer to the base, then repeated. 

  "It feels amazing." Zoro said, "Fuck, this feels so good. I can't get enough of you Sanji. Fuck, fuck!" His voice was strained. But Sanji knew he couldn't make the swordsman cum at that moment, there was still more anniversary fun left to do. After all the dumb mosshead had to make up for missing their anniversary dinner.  

  "You're so good, Zoro. I'm happy to call you my husband, thank you for the ring. Even when you're a pain in my ass, I still want you everyday and in every way. Roronoa Zoro, you're mine till our bodies call it quits. Got it?"

Zoro moaned, "Anything you want from me, I'll do. I'll kill a hundred men just to make you smile." His back arched and his chest rapidly rose and fell.  

  "That's what I like to hear. If anyone hurts you, unless it's me, will face me." They began to kiss once more, this time more sloppy. A battle for dominance as Sanji played with the other man's cock. He could feel how hard Zoro was, he really was teasing the other man after he sucked him off so efficiently. But to Sanji, he couldn't go soft on Zoro, even if they were going to be married. 

With one last squeeze, Sanji slid his hand off of Zoro's cock. He moved further up the bed and instructed Zoro to lie on his back. The blonde was going to do all the work tonight. He grabbed the lube and at the best angle he could, prepped himself. They had long since ditched the condoms, too many pent up evenings together onboard the ship left the protection rendered useless. 

It was hard to find condoms for close to six months at sea. 

Zoro laid out in bed with his hands laced behind his head. His cock stood firm, the tip, that was usually a dusty pink, was now painfully purple due to all the blood accumulating there. He watched his future husband prep himself, the sight made the swordsman's mouth grow dry in want. He was famished and Sanji was a five course meal. Covered in lean muscle, that slightly bulked up around the legs. He was more than enough to grab hold of and make love to, even after an argument. He watched the ring gleam in the low bedroom light, he really was Zoro's forever, huh? The thought seemed foreign to Zoro, even though he made the decision to wed Sanji months ago. 

Sanji soon got himself into Zoro's lap and with both their efforts, the swordsman's cock entered the cook. The stretch made Sanji winced for a moment before Zoro's reassuring hands on his waist made him relax and sink further down his length. Even after all these years, Zoro's cock was still a surprise to the blonde's body. 

  "Fuck, that feels good." Zoro groaned as he kept a grip on the other man's hips. He moaned as Sanji used the swordsman's chest to steady himself, mindful of the tattoo as he started to move his hips. Zoro's next moan was cut off halfway through as the two began to make out once more. The sound of their heaving breathing through the nose plus the creaking of the old bed frame filled the room paired with the harsh sounds that left through the men's noses plus the sqleching of Zoro's cock fucking Sanji. 

  "Shit, Zoro. Ah, fuck." Sanji moaned as he moved his hips faster. He ended up leaning more forward and using the bed under them for betting support as he bounced on the other's cock. His mouth hung open like an animal in heat,unable to compose himself during the feeling of fucking himself onto Zoro's cock. 

  "That's it." The mosshead replied as he dug his blunt nails into the other's hips, meeting his thrusts with the bounce of his hips.  The sounds of their passionate kissing filled the room as well. Their bodies grew hot as they continued to have sex.  Zoro's lips started to kiss and suck on the blonde's neck as he kept moving his hips back and forth. "You feel like a dream, Sanji." His voice was a growl as he hit his hips against Sanji's ass. The two of them moved at the same pace. 

Sanji exhaled through his teeth as Zoro hit a particular spot that made the blonde's toes curl. He gripped the white sheets under Zoro's back and kept working himself on the other man's cock. Soon their lips found each other again. The blonde clenched the sheets tightly as he moved even faster, his breathing staggering and his blush moved down his neck. 

  "You're mine. Zoro said quietly, his voice however cut through the other noise in the room, "I only want you, since the day we met. You, Sanji, have me by the heart and balls. And I'm not going anywhere." 

Sanji smirked, "Yeah because you'd get lost the second you left." His head went down to the swordsman's thick neck and started to leave his own series of hickeys on his skin. His hands then went to palm at his pecs, feeling the line of scar tissue across his chest.  He moaned against Zoro's hot skin as he rammed against all the right spots. It made Sanji's toes curl as he felt the familiar feeling of pleasure in his body. 

  "That's it. That's it, cook. That's my fucking husband." Zoro's words were a hot pressure in Sanji's mind. He didn't mind a little praise here and there from. the swordsman.  He groaned as nailed raked his chest, especially over his nipples. The feeling shot pleasure up Zoro's spine, setting off every nerve in his system. His mouth hung open a little in an effort to catch his breath while Sanji rode him.  

Their bodies moved together in their anniversary sex, who would've thought after all these years the two of them would like each other enough to live together and not be on the road to getting married.  When they met, Zoro was certain he was going to throw the cook overboard but over time they developed a close bond. Eventually deciding to settle down together after they achieved their dreams.  The two kissed once more, feeling the thrill of orgasm deep in their guts. Heavy panting was accompanied by moans when they parted. They moved like a unit, each giving and receiving pleasure. 

  "This is heaven." Zoro groaned, "Yep, this is it." In all honesty the mosshead didn't want anyone else.  Why would he bother when he was with someone who challenged him but also cared for him. Someone he had seen the Grand Line with and found the One Piece with. Why start again with another when he could have. the damn cook for the rest. of his days.  His hands felt up Sanji's torso as they moved together in a sort of harmony. Eventually Sanji leaned forward once more and pressed his forehead to Zoro's letting him bas in. the other man as he soon came all over both of them. Zoro wasn't far behind and finished inside of Sanji. As orgasm washed over both of them, they collapsed beside one another on the bed. 

Heavy breathing only filled the room as they tried to catch their breath. Eventually Sanji got up and on shaky legs went to open the bedroom window to let some cool air roll through the hot room.  He then flopped down on the bed beside Zoro and cuddled up close to him. His hand on the other's chest over. the tattoo. The blonde then left a hard kiss on the mosshead's shoulder as he laid there. Both basked in the after currents of orgasm and eventually Zoro wrapped his strong arms around the other man and kissed at his jaw. He felt the man's facial hair under his lips as he took in the warmth of his future husband. 

  "You're not too bad, mosshead.' Sanji said, still out of breath. 

Zoro smirked and cupped the man's jaw to bring him in for another, more softer, kiss, "Yeah, yeah.  You'll be riding my dick till either it breaks or I break my back."

The joke made Sanji chuckle as he laid out beside his man. Really it was a shock at times how it all came to this. To be able to lie beside Zoro every night, to make love to him, to make him meals and be around him. To live a peaceful life after years of adventures. To have a place to call home, a partner to come home to and to finally live a domestic life. When Sanji was young he pictured his life with. awoman, not a burly swordsman. But life is strange, and meeting Zoro was one of the best things that happened to him. 

  "What about dinner?" Zoro asked as he rubbed Sanji's back.

  "I guess we're having leftover tomorrow then, I feel like you bruised my stomach with how hard you fucked me." Sanji complained.  His hand idly rubbed at Zoro's chest. 

  "You did. it to yourself." You move like a crazy person when you fuck me. So." He replied.  

"SO what?" Sanji asked, "Maybe if you didn't keep a snake in your pants this wouldn't. be a problem!" The two began to argue, breaking the peaceful moment between them. But soon Zoro had enough of Sanji's bickering and pressed another kiss on his lips. Letting them once more bask in their love. Even if they did bicker and fight, they'd never be apart from one another. Soon to be bound by marriage, they did have a whole life ahead of them. 

The minutes ticked away as they came down from their highs. Even after they did, they stayed wrapped in each other's embrace.  It was comforting, a familiarity that wasn't a common feeling for pirates.  This was home to the pair. 

  "Hey Sanji." Zoro said.

  "Yeah?"

"I don't say it much, but. I love you." 

Sanji tilted his head up and kissed Zoro on the chin, "I love you too, mosshead." 

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Music For the Soul

by Alexander MacLaren

The Perfect Joy of a Present Salvation

"In Thy presence is fullness of joy: in Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore." - Psalms 26:2

The present salvation points onwards to its own completion, and in that way becomes further a source of joy. In its depths we see reflected a blue heaven with many a star. The salvation here touches the soul alone; but salvation in its perfect form touches the body, soul, and spirit, and transforms all the outward nature to correspond to these and make a worthy dwelling for perfected men. That prospect brings joy beyond the reach of aught else to afford. The glory of that perfect salvation gleams already, and touches the Christian joy into nobleness and solemn greatness. And as the salvation is eternal, so the joy may be abiding. "Joys are like poppies spread," and when the opiate petals swiftly drop, an ugly brown head like a skull is left, full of poisonous seeds. But this joy blooms amaranthine flowers, and being the reflex of Christ’s own eternal joy, endures according to His promise, "that My joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full."

That perfect salvation heightens our joy here by the hope of a perfect joy hereafter. We dare to look forward to a state when sorrow and joy shall no more be in strange juxtaposition, the white and the black dog in the same leash, but joy shall reign alone and sorrow be dethroned. Our partial experience of salvation here warrants that anticipation.

Here we are, like the Laplanders in their winter huts, pitched upon the snowy plain. Desolation and white death outside, but inside light and warmth, food and companionship. Without our hut are sorrow, and loss, and change, and care, and loneliness, and anxiety, and perplexity, and all the discipline that is needful for us, though within we have Christ. But then we shall journey south to the lands of the sun, where no storms rage and winter never comes. Here our joy is like an exotic plant, stunted and struggling with an ungenial sky and unkindly soil; there in its native place it spreads a broader leaf and bears a sweeter fruit. Here we taste of the river of His pleasures, there we shall drink from the fountain. All comes from Christ, the incomplete salvation and sorrow-shaded joy of the present, the perfect salvation and unmingled gladness of the future. The nearer we are to Him, the more of both shall we possess, till we reach His presence, where there is fulness of joy, and sit at His right hand, where there are pleasures for evermore.

[sekhithefops]

The Son's Garden

So, I'm autistic. One of the issues I have because of it is called "social overload." I get stressed out very easily when I have to deal with a lot of people, sometimes to the point that it actually causes me physical pain if it gets bad enough.

I live with my mother as well, and most days after work I'm totally burnt out and want to be left alone when it comes to face to face interactions. She... also doesn't quite get how this stuff works and can't quite wrap her head around the idea that I'm not ignoring her because of her, but because of everyone else I had to deal with that day. She keeps hovering around me and going on about how I can't even say something to her when all I'm doing is waiting for her to give me some peace after working all day.

So I decided to vent my frustrations about this via writing. Its a rough thing, mostly written out of emotion, but yeah. Here it is.

The Son’s Garden

In a land far away, there were gardens. Some were big, some were small, some were full of vibrant flowers, some were plain and simple but a joy nonetheless, but everyone had a garden of their own.

It was tradition to share your garden with those close to you, but for one young man this was difficult. His garden was wide but the soil there was unusual, and plants grew only with difficulty. He did his best to grow what he could, but it took a long time and hard work and the plants that grew did not grow well.

To make matters worse the garden was along a well-traveled road and every day travelers would trample the young man’s garden to pieces. They did not mean to; some were just in a hurry to get where they were going, some did not realize what they were walking across, some were upset and their emotions blinded them to what they were doing, some were drunk and too taken by their revels to see the delicate blooms trampled underfoot.

Thus, the young man’s garden at the end of each day was left in ruins. What few buds he could grow were stomped into the dirt or torn up by the hooves of horses, some were chewed up by wild animals, few were left unmolested… and all he could do is try to rebuild with what little time he had to himself.

The young man’s mother would often ask him why he did not share his garden with her. He tried explaining to her how he was sore all over from the work of keeping it maintained at all, how hard it was to even grow in the soil of said garden, and how every day the multitudes he dealt with would wreak havoc on it. He tried to put up fences and signs, but they ignored them completely. He tried his hardest to plant and grow and fertilize and weed, but it was of no use.

His mother lived her own life, sequestered in a tiny cottage, and did not see the people stomping through her son’s garden. Only the aftermath when her son would be tired and weary, bereft of all energy, and unable to even offer a single flower… for he often had none left to give after each day.

She only saw her son as a dour and angry young man who would ignore her or snap at her. She did not see him try in vain to guide travelers around his garden, weep in frustration at the buds torn to pieces by dozens of boots, the carefully tilled soil wrecked by cart wheels, and the like.

She did not understand his frustrations, stating only that she had to deal with such too when she was younger, or that he should feel fortunate to have grown what he had. Her own garden had been home to a rather horrible beast in her younger days, a large dog that she had invited in one day when it was young and sleek, but who became more ferocious and feral as the years went past until she was finally forced to chase it away.

Her problem was gone, the dog had fled for parts unknown and was a distant memory now, and her garden grew small but lovely flowers in all colors and patterns without the beast.

But her son’s garden was not her garden. The soil was different, the seeds were different, everything was different about it, and while she no longer had to deal with a beast trampling her garden her son had to contend with not one but dozens of people a day doing so.

His mother felt that if she could spare a bloom, so should her son. After all, everyone has a garden.

But not all gardens are the same, infact precious few of them are. How her son wished that one day she might understand this.

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As I said, this was mostly something I wrote as a venting piece. I don't dislike my mother, but she can't quite get how this stuff works even after an entire childhood of going to therapy and counseling for stuff (to be fair I was born in 1986 so for a good chunk of my childhood the autism spectrum wasn't even a concept yet,) but yeah. Just needed to get that out.

[itsmeanyango]

Growing hair with Astrology

When it comes to hair growth, you either have the genes, money or both. However, you may have the money but the product's don't work because you picked the right products for the wrong person.Or the wrong products, for the right person With Astrology you can grow your hair by knowing transits that favour hair growth. Two particular transits are Leo and Virgo.

Virgo and Leo are best for hair because they represent matters related to hair growth. Virgo represents growth and harvest while Leo represents hair and baldness.

Leo:

Etymology: From Latin leō (“lion”), from Ancient Greek λέων (léōn).The glyph that represents the zodiac Leo (♌) looks like a head with a long ponytail.Lions are known for their long mane and this is why people with Leo at an angle or major Leo placements tend to have majestic hair.An angle means in the Ascendant/AC (first house), Descendant/DC(seventh house), Imum Coeli(fourth house)or Medium Coeli/Midheaven(tenth house).

Virgo:

Virgo (♍︎) (Greek: Παρθένος, Parthenos)Virgo comes after Leo in the Zodiac.Virgo is associated with Demeter, Persephone and a head of wheat. Demeter was the Goddess of harvest and agriculture. Persephone is her daughter. The glyph that represents Virgo is an M and a little fish to represent mother and child. Your hair is like your child, you are your hairs mother.

People with Virgo at an angle or very heavy Virgo placements, are the ones who tend to see results when they try growing their hair using products or DIY methods. Especially if they use food(that grows from the ground)to grow their hair. Such as rice water, aloe Vera and even chebe powder or bentonite clay.

There is a reason hair jelly/pomade is called hair food.

Leo season:

Leo season is good for trying something new on your hair. Especially if Leo is transiting an angle in your chart.For example during Leo season, the sun is in Leo. The sun is also Leo's rulling planet. When the Sun is in Leo, it means the sun is in your house where Leo is.

If you are an Aries rising, the sun is transiting your fifth house.

If you are a Pisces rising, the Sun is transiting your sixth house.

If you are a Taurus rising, the sun is transiting your fourth house.Don't feel bad if you do not have Leo at an angle. Every house favours hair during Leo season or transits. Say you have Leo in your 2 house, this means when the sun is transiting your second house, this is a good time to make a purchase related to hair.

If the moon is transiting your 2 house, this means you need to take your time and think about what you want to do to your hair. This is like a moment to reflect.

If it's Venus, you are bound to see gold everywhere and impulse buy, so self control. You are also bound to find a product or products you have been looking for.

If it's Mercury, it's a good idea to visit hair supply stores or even talk about what you plan on doing to your hair.

Virgo:

Virgo season and transits are the best for doing what farmers do. They till the land, plant their seeds and take care of what they planted as they patiently wait for harvesting season.This is how it works in Africans and people of African descent. Cornrows. Just that.

Cornrows and satin bonnets, satin head wraps, satin pillow cases or satin durags. You can also use silk material. You can also have all or a pillow case and one of the others because protective headwear always has a mind of its own when you sleep.

No good farmer leaves their crops on the farm way past harvest time, so cornrows should not be left in for long. They should be taken down every two to three weeks then hair washed and conditioned and periodically treated. Then cornrows redone.

Feel free to get creative with the cornrow style tou choose. Here is a Pinterest board on cornrow hairstyles

Virgo is special in hairgrowth because if you have A fourth house Virgo, a transit to your fourth house helps your hair grow "naturally" because the fourth house is about roots. In the sixth house you have the same but at a faster speed because the sixth house is ruled by virgo.Another special thing about Virgo is talking to your hair. Talking and singing to your hair helps in hair growth. This is because plants that are spoken to positively tend to grow well. Music has also been proven to contribute to plant growth. Virgo being ruled by the planet of communication (Mercury), supports talking to your hair.

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Avoid Scorpio season or transists like moon in Scorpio because Scorpio is about death.