#every corner and edge is so delightful and harmonious

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The First Date | p.js

Genre: fluff, romance

W/C: 1.1k

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On a clear, starry night in Seoul, Jay had planned something special for you. The first date. He wanted to make this evening unforgettable, so he went all out to ensure every detail was perfect. He had chosen a rooftop restaurant known for its stunning city views and exquisite cuisine. Jay arrived early, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that highlighted his sharp features and confident demeanor. The rooftop was adorned with fairy lights, casting a soft, romantic glow over the elegantly set tables. A live string quartet played softly in the background, adding to the enchanting atmosphere. The evening was perfect, and the anticipation of a first date hung in the air like the scent of roses. 

When you arrived, Jay's eyes lit up. You looked stunning, dressed in a chic outfit that perfectly matched the elegance of the evening and showed off all your beautiful curves. He greeted you with a warm smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek that immediately put you at ease, taking your hand and leading you to the table near the edge of the rooftop, where the view of the city was breathtaking.  

As you settled in, Jay poured you each a glass of sparkling wine. "I hope you like it," he said, his eyes shining with excitement. "I've been looking forward to tonight." 

You shared stories and laughter, the conversation flowing easily. Jay's charm and genuine interest in you made you feel special and cherished. The first course arrived; a beautifully plated appetizer that looked almost too good to eat. Jay watched with satisfaction as you took the first bite and your eyes widened in delight. 

Throughout the evening, Jay continued to surprise you with thoughtful gestures. Between courses, he produced a small, wrapped box from his pocket. "I got you something," he said, a hint of shyness in his voice. Inside was a delicate bracelet, its design simple yet elegant, just like the evening he had planned. 

Your eyes sparkled with happiness as you accepted the gift, and Jay felt a warm sense of accomplishment. He reached across the table to hold your hand, his thumb gently tracing circles on your skin. 

The main course was served, and you two enjoyed the delicious meal, sharing bites and discussing your work life. The city lights twinkled below you both, and the music from the quartet seemed to weave around you, creating a bubble of intimacy that felt like your own little world. 

As the night drew to a close, Jay stood and extended his hand. "Would you like to dance?" he asked. Heart pounding, you accepted, allowing him to lead you to the small dance floor in the corner of the roof. The quartet played a beautiful rendition of a classic love song, the notes wrapping around you like a tender embrace. 

You placed your hand in Jay's, feeling the warmth of his touch. His other hand gently rested on your waist, and you moved closer, your bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. The world around you seemed to blur, leaving just the two of you in a moment of pure magic. 

As you danced, Jay's eyes never left yours. His gaze was filled with a mix of affection and wonder, making you feel cherished and special. The soft lighting highlighted his features, casting a glow that made everything seem dreamlike. You swayed gently to the music as Jay's arms wrapped around you protectively.  

You moved in perfect harmony, each step bringing you closer together. The music, the atmosphere, and the chemistry between you created an unforgettable experience. Your heart raced with every turn and dip, but Jay’s steady presence reassured you, making you feel safe and adored. 

In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the restaurant and the enchanting music, you realized how extraordinary this night was. It was more than just a first date; it was the beginning of something special, a memory you would cherish forever. 

Under the starlit sky, with the city as their backdrop, you shared a tender moment. Jay leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. "Thank you for tonight," he whispered. "You've made it perfect." 

You looked up at him, eyes filled with affection. "No, thank you, Jay. This has been magical." 

 You found yourself looking deeply into those brown eyes. His eyes were rich and warm, like the earth after a spring rain, full of depth and quiet strength. They held a universe of unspoken emotions, each glance revealing a new layer of his soul. 

His breath mingled with yours, the intimate proximity creating an illusion where only the two of you existed. You could see the faint reflections of the surrounding world in his irises, but what captivated you most was the way his eyes softened, filled with tenderness and vulnerability. 

In those brown eyes, you saw a silent conversation, a blend of understanding and connection that words could never fully capture. They held a promise of trust, of shared moments and future dreams. The subtle flicker of his gaze, the way his pupils dilated slightly, mirrored your own emotions, creating a silent symphony of shared feelings. 

He smiled, his heart swelling with happiness. "Then let's make sure we have many more nights like this." 

As the final notes of the song played, Jay gently lifted your chin, his fingers soft and warm against your skin. In that quiet, intimate space, he closed the distance, his lips brushing softly against yours in a small, loving kiss. It was a kiss that conveyed everything—a whisper of love, a promise of more to come, and a testament to the connection you had just shared. The touch was light, almost hesitant, as if savouring the moment and the newfound closeness.

Your heart fluttered, and a warm, tingling sensation spread through you. The kiss was tender and gentle, filled with the sweetness of new love and the excitement of endless possibilities. It was a moment that felt both timeless and fleeting, leaving you with a sense of longing for more. 

As you slowly pulled back, your eyes met again, and a shy, joyous smile spread across your faces.  The stars above seemed to shine a little brighter, as if they were witnesses to the love and joy shared on that unforgettable night. 

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pool day with mikoo!! slight smut but mostly fluff🫶🫶 tysm amor te amo 🥰

eeeek ofc! Y yo también te amo, mi amor 🙈😘

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The sun hung high in the bright blue sky, casting shimmering reflections on the crystal-clear water of the pool. Miko lounged at the edge of the pool, her vibrant hair dancing in the gentle breeze. Yet, despite her tough exterior, right beside her was Y/N, her sweet and gentle girlfriend, a perfect contrast to Miko’s commanding presence.

As the tropical air wrapped around them, Y/N dipped her toes into the refreshing water, giggling as Miko playfully splashed her. “Hey, be careful!” Y/N squealed, laughter spilling from her lips.

Miko smirked, the corners of her mouth curving into a mischievous grin. “¿Por qué? I just wanna play,” she teased, pushing herself off the edge and sliding into the pool next to Y/N.

With the sun glistening on their skin, Miko couldn’t resist. She swam closer, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s waist, pulling her closer until there was hardly any space between them. Miko’s tattooed arms glistened in the water, her hair slicked back, her blue eyes glowing with affection and mischief.

“Eres tan hermosa, mami,” Miko whispered, her voice low and sultry. Y/N felt her heart race, the warmth of Miko’s body sending shivers down her spine.

Miko’s inquisitive fingers traced along Y/N’s sides, exploring the soft curves of her body. Each touch was electric, igniting a warmth that spread through Y/N like a wildfire. Leaning in, Miko planted gentle kisses along Y/N’s collarbone, savoring every moment as Y/N squirmed, unable to contain her delight.

“Mi vida, you like that?” Miko asked, her voice sweet and teasing, as she continued to plant soft kisses on Y/N’s chest, both tender and passionate. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, falling into a euphoric haze as she nodded, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

“Miko, that feels… so good,” Y/N admitted, her voice soft and breathy, revealing just how much she adored each caress and kiss from her girlfriend. Miko’s heart swelled at the sound of Y/N’s vulnerable sincerity. She loved how easily Y/N could express her feelings, her innocent nature contrasting beautifully with Miko’s fierce persona.

“Eres tan preciosa,” Miko murmured, trailing kisses along Y/N's neck, her breath hot against Y/N’s skin. The blend of Miko's words—Spanish rolling off her tongue with a softness that only she could convey—made Y/N melt completely. “Only for me, right?” Miko said playfully, looking deep into Y/N’s eyes, searching for the truth hidden there.

Y/N could only nod, her heart racing as she felt the world around them fade away. It was just them, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and love. Miko’s hands roamed gently over Y/N’s body as she continued to shower her with affection, every kiss igniting a wildfire in Y/N’s heart.

The laughter and splashes around them faded into a distant murmur as they lost themselves in their little bubble of paradise—where Miko’s wild spirit met Y/N’s sweet nature, creating a harmony that was as melodious as the waves lapping against the shore. In that moment, with the sun setting and casting golden light all around them, there was no one else they wanted to be. Just young love in its purest, most playful form.

[ego-856]

London: The Heartbeat of England

London, the pulsating heart of England, stands as a testament to the confluence of history, culture, and modernity. From its iconic landmarks to its diverse population, this vibrant metropolis has captivated the world for centuries.

A Tapestry of History

Stepping into London feels like embarking on a journey through time. The city's streets whisper tales of monarchs and revolutionaries, poets and playwrights. Towering above the River Thames, the Tower of London stands as a stoic guardian, its walls echoing with stories of intrigue and betrayal. Across the river, the majestic dome of St. Paul's Cathedral pierces the skyline, a symbol of resilience and endurance through centuries of change.

Cultural Melting Pot

London's allure lies not only in its history but also in its cosmopolitan atmosphere. Wander through the bustling streets of Soho, where every corner reveals a new culinary delight or artistic masterpiece. Lose yourself in the vibrant colors of Camden Market, where diverse cultures converge to create a tapestry of tastes, sounds, and experiences.

Iconic Landmarks

No visit to London is complete without paying homage to its iconic landmarks. From the timeless elegance of Buckingham Palace to the modern architectural marvel of the Shard, each structure tells a story of London's past, present, and future. Take a ride on the London Eye for a bird's-eye view of the cityscape or stroll along the banks of the Thames, where the past and present merge in perfect harmony.

Green Oasis

Despite its bustling streets and towering skyscrapers, London is also a city of greenery and serenity. Hyde Park, with its sprawling lawns and tranquil lakes, offers a peaceful retreat from the urban hustle and bustle. Meanwhile, the enchanting beauty of Kew Gardens transports visitors to a botanical paradise, where exotic blooms and ancient trees create a sense of wonder and awe.

The Spirit of London

Above all, London is defined by its spirit – a spirit of resilience, creativity, and inclusivity. It's a city where tradition and innovation coexist, where old-world charm meets cutting-edge technology. Whether you're sipping tea in a quaint café or exploring the latest trends in fashion and design, London never fails to inspire and enchant.

In conclusion, London is more than just a city; it's a living, breathing entity – a vibrant tapestry woven from the threads of history, culture, and diversity. So, whether you're a first-time visitor or a seasoned traveler, immerse yourself in the magic of London and discover why it truly is the heartbeat of England.

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Dining Delights: A Culinary Journey Around People’s Mall and Bhanpur with Lime N Chilli Restaurant 

Bhopal, a city known for its rich heritage and tranquil lakes, is also making a name for itself in the food scene. Among the rising stars of the local culinary world, one name consistently stands out—Lime N Chilli. Located strategically near People’s Mall and the bustling Bhanpur area, this restaurant has quickly become a beloved dining destination for locals and visitors alike.

Lime N Chilli isn’t just a place to eat—it’s an experience. If you’re searching for the Best Restaurant Near Peoples Mall Bhopal, this is where your journey should end. The restaurant effortlessly blends great ambiance with a menu full of rich flavors, offering something special for every kind of diner. From families looking to enjoy a hearty meal after a day of shopping at the mall to friends gathering for a casual hangout, Lime N Chilli caters to all.

Its location near People’s Mall gives it an edge. After a movie, shopping spree, or a walk around the buzzing complex, people often crave a comforting, quality meal—and this is exactly where Lime N Chilli delivers. Its interiors are designed to create a warm and relaxed setting, perfect for slowing down and enjoying your food. Whether you crave spicy North Indian fare, tangy chaats, or something a bit more experimental, Lime N Chilli’s diverse offerings never fail to impress.

But the appeal of Lime N Chilli doesn’t stop there. As Bhanpur continues to grow and attract more residents, Lime N Chilli is already a familiar and trusted name in the neighborhood. For those in search of wholesome, vegetarian meals in a clean and welcoming setting, it ranks among the most talked-about Veg Restaurants In Bhanpur Bhopal. What sets it apart is its consistent quality and the homely touch in every dish served. Each meal here is crafted with care, keeping authenticity and flavor at the heart of the experience.

From creamy paneer gravies and perfectly cooked dals to South Indian delicacies and Indo-Chinese crowd-pleasers, the kitchen at Lime N Chilli keeps the essence of Indian comfort food alive. The restaurant also ensures it caters to all age groups with kid-friendly meals, attentive service, and a focus on hygiene that gives customers complete peace of mind.

In Bhopal City —Lime N Chilli stands as a symbol of quality dining. It’s not just about good food; it’s about creating a space where people feel welcomed, heard, and satisfied. The staff goes the extra mile to ensure guests have a memorable time, whether it’s a small family dinner or a celebratory outing.

One of the best things about Lime N Chilli is that it doesn’t just chase trends; it creates its own standard for what great dining in Bhopal should feel like. Guests often leave not only full but also happy, ready to recommend the place to friends or revisit it themselves.

So, whether you’re navigating the vibrant scenes of People's Mall or exploring the serene corners of Bhanpur, keep Lime N Chilli on your list. It's not just another restaurant in the city—it’s a destination where food, atmosphere, and service come together in perfect harmony.

When in Bhopal, don’t just eat out. Dine with heart, flavor, and authenticity at Lime N Chilli.

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EXPLORE VIETNAM's SECRET PLACES You Never Knew Existed!

Vietnam is a treasure trove of natural beauty, history, culture, and, oh my goodness, food that will make your taste buds dance! If you’ve ever thought about exploring this incredible country, let me take you on a little journey through its wonders. First off, let’s talk about the stunning natural landscapes. Imagine standing on the edge of Halong Bay, where over 1,600 limestone towers jut majestically from the turquoise waters. It’s like stepping into a dream, isn’t it? You can take a boat tour, glide through the emerald waves, and marvel at those towering karsts that have inspired poets and artists for centuries. And if you think that’s breathtaking, wait until you hear about Phong Nha-Ke Bang National Park. This place is home to Hang Son Doong, the world’s largest cave. I mean, we’re talking about a cave so massive that it has its own ecosystem! Picture walking through a cavern where the ceiling soars above you like a cathedral, and you can feel the ancient earth beneath your feet. It’s a slice of adventure that you simply can’t miss. Now, let’s shift gears and dive into Vietnam’s rich history. If you’re a history buff or just someone who appreciates the stories of the past, Hoi An’s Ancient Town is a must-visit. This UNESCO World Heritage Site is like stepping back in time to the 17th and 18th centuries, with over 1,100 well-preserved buildings that whisper tales of trade, culture, and resilience. Strolling through the lantern-lit streets, you can almost hear the echoes of merchants haggling and families gathering. And then there are the Cu Chi Tunnels, a haunting yet fascinating glimpse into the underground life of Viet Cong soldiers during the war. These tunnels, which stretch for miles, reveal the lengths to which people went to survive and resist. It’s a powerful reminder of the human spirit, and walking through them gives you a profound sense of history that’s hard to shake off. But it’s not just the sights that make Vietnam special; it’s the vibrant culture that pulses through its cities. Picture bustling markets filled with colorful fruits, fragrant spices, and the chatter of locals bargaining for their daily goods. Floating villages on the Mekong Delta are a sight to behold, where life flows along the water’s surface, and you can see families living in harmony with nature. Museums dot the landscape, showcasing everything from traditional crafts to contemporary art, reflecting a society that respects its past while looking forward to the future. And let’s not forget about the food! Oh, the food! Vietnamese cuisine is a delightful explosion of flavors, textures, and aromas. You’ve got your pho, of course, that steaming bowl of noodle soup that warms your soul. But have you tried banh mi? It’s like a sandwich on steroids, with a crispy baguette filled with savory meats, pickled vegetables, and a drizzle of spicy sauce. And let’s talk about coffee! Vietnamese coffee is a revelation, known for its bold, nutty flavor, thanks to the Robusta beans. Whether you enjoy it hot or iced, with condensed milk or black, each sip is like a little hug in a cup. So, whether you’re wandering through the lush rice terraces, soaking in the history of ancient towns, or indulging in the culinary delights, Vietnam offers a tapestry of experiences that are just waiting for you to explore. It’s a place where every corner holds a story, and every meal is a celebration. If you haven’t added it to your travel bucket list yet, what are you waiting for? Vietnam is calling, and trust me, you won’t regret answering!

[rockyschexneider]

Celebrating Dot Your Is Day: Little Details, Big Results, and the Affiliate Marketing Edge

Celebrating Dot Your I's Day: Little Details, Big Results, and the Affiliate Marketing Edge

In the world of words and wisdom, the saying "dot your i's and cross your t's" often flies around as a gentle reminder to mind the mundane details. Yet, once a year, an unknown someone decided that these trivial sayings deserved their own fanfare, hence, Dot Your I's Day—a day dedicated to excellence in the minutiae. While the history is as elusive as finding a misplaced comma, the lesson it imparts is priceless: small details have big impacts.

Imagine waking up on this day with a ping of excitement and a checklist in hand—each tick perfect and every expectation met. Is it a report you’re tackling today? Bask in the elegance of impeccable penmanship. House need a sparkling makeover? Watch as each corner transforms into a testament to tidiness. This pursuit of excellence requires not just diligence but a heartfelt passion for creating order from chaos. So, are you ready to embrace the ride?

Speaking of which, every move to embrace detail isn't purely philosophical. It offers a narrative on life's broader picture, very much akin to the personal journey of discovery in marketing—where a single overlooked element can flip success into an elusive pursuit.

Once upon a not-so-distant marketing campaign, there was confidence—projected and polished. The subject line promised intrigue while the call-to-action shimmered with irresistible allure. Yet, despite days spent refining the smallest nuances, the echoes of silence filled the aftermath. What went wrong? A solitary typo in the crucial link—a small error that rendered the entire strategy useless. For digital marketers, the link serves as the bridge to potential engagement; for me, it was an unintentional barrier.

This experience underscored the unshakable truth: details matter, in marketing and in life. The tiniest slip can disrupt the harmony of an entire project. But while vigilance over each small detail is vital, the real magic lies in having a system that prevents such oversights from occurring.

That's where a solution like BLOX enters the scene—a beacon for those who aim to simplify complexity while harnessing tangible results. BLOX unraveled the chaos—no convoluted setups, no tiresome tweaking. It’s the elegance of efficiency packaged into one seamless process.

The concept? Profiting from digital products without the typical promotional hassles. It prioritizes efficiency, focusing on time-tested strategies that guarantee results. Inspired by years of success since 2017, the BLOX method is ideal for novices and seasoned marketers alike. Consider their innovative Split Pitch System, which yielded $225 in a mere two days—a testament to what’s achievable when aligned with a system that works. It’s a call to arms for any starting affiliate marketers, showcasing how simple shifts in strategy deliver powerful results.

Here's the essence of Dot Your I's Day wrapped in one delicious nugget of wisdom: A missed detail can be the sinking stone, but a streamlined system allows you to sail smoothly. The real clincher lies in the balance—delighting in detail without feeling imprisoned by them.

And sometimes, crossing your t's isn't a marker for excellence but rather an embrace of simplicity and readiness. No need to complicate what's naturally effective. Sometimes, all it takes is to utter, "Yes, I'm ready."

Dare to explore what BLOX can unlock in this journey towards detailed success. Every decision, after all, is a stepping stone to achieving grandeur.

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Press Archive, Part 3

The Noise

Live Review, Middle East Corner, January 2004

I'm captivated halfway through My Own Worst Enemy's first semi-acoustic set. Portland is dreamy. Why Not Beautiful? while missing the "big" backup vocals from the recorded version, lives up to it's name. Their drummer John does an admirable job harmonizing with Sue's lead vocals. And when guitarist Steve kicks in, you do get those "big vocals." Sue ends the set by singing her venomous and brilliant ode to Courtney Love, Cry For Frances, with the refrain 'I Hate You', with such passion that many in the crowd respond with, 'We hate you too!'

A slow build of feedback announces the beginning of the second set which, while more aggressive in sound, isn't much louder than the first. The scene takes on a Sister-Morphine-like feel as an ambulance pulls up literally right behind the band and attends to somebody on the street. As the band starts their last song, Steve alerts somebody passing the stage, "Dude, you dropped your rolling papers." A high school-like roar of laugher ensues. It's always worth making it out to see this band. (Dilly)

Indie Music.com, Featured Artist of the Month

No Guarantees CD Review, June 2004

Every once in a while, I come across a band whose music makes me want to do the moptop head shake and jump around the room. My downstairs neighbors hate it when that happens. They're not very happy today.

My Own Worst Enemy is a Boston trio that loathes pretension. There's no wandering experimentation on these tracks, no demanding political views. Just raw, punk-fueled, high-energy rock with great hooks and excellent musicianship. It feels basic and solid, wild and fun. The perfect music to shake off life's complications to and just flat-out enjoy.

Sue sings lead on most of these tracks, has a gritty Patti Smith edge to her voice. In the quieter, folky tracks like Why Not Beautiful and Late Show, she sings with the same aggressive approach she uses on the harder rock tracks. It's a raw and confrontational voice that never resorts to the bratty shrieking that so many female rock vocalists succumb to.

These musicians manage to show off their chops without getting in the way of the song. The whole CD is worth a listen just for the mind-blowing guitar freakout on the bridge of Poison. Most of these songs are short and sweet, around the two-minute range, again showing their penchant for just getting to the point and sparing us the long, experimental solos.

Not a single filler track on this CD. Very impressive work. (Jennifer Layton)

Punk Planet

No Guarantees CD Review, September/October 2004

No Guarantees has its ups and downs considering it moves from delightful indie pop to brooding alterative-rock territory. It's former formula is the more likeable, with such songs as "MIA" and "Hey Hey Sunshine." Steve's charismatic voice has a familiarity to it without sounding recycled. (AJA)

The Noise

Live Review, October 2004

New England Pop Fest at the Abbey Lounge, 9-10-04

Next are My Own Worst Enemy, who play more the sort of thing I was expecting from a pop music festival. They are a three-piece with two guitars and a drummer (no bass). All three of them sing, with the two guitarists trading leads and the drummer adding occasional harmony. The songs are pretty and the harmonies are excellent. The guitars are mostly very simple, which is common in pop bands, but there's a bit of genuine lead from time to time that keeps it from getting boring. I really like [Sue's] singing voice which has a delightfully 'real' quality to it. (S. Gisselbrecht)

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Unveiling Dunedin's Splendor with Paradise Life E-Bikes

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E-bikes have ushered in a new era of exploration, and at Paradise Life E-Bikes, we're excited to be your guides to this exciting world. Our cutting-edge e-bikes seamlessly blend innovation and tradition, providing you with a ride that's not only thrilling but also accessible to riders of all backgrounds.

Effortless Riding, Maximum Fun

Imagine cruising through the streets of Dunedin, effortlessly conquering hills and navigating diverse terrains. With the electric motor's extra boost, the journey becomes a joyous adventure rather than a strenuous effort. Whether you're an experienced rider or a novice, our e-bikes empower you to focus on the beauty around you while we take care of the rest.

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[fires0ut]

there’s a stillness that settles into him, warm and profound, like the muted streets following the fade of sirens but before the world remembers to breathe again. he regards them, jo leaning into chris, her head tilted toward him in that soft, protective way she’d long ago made second nature; chris holding himself a little straighter beneath the weight of her words, the quiet pride blooming across his face like sunlight stretching over the morning. and luna, of course, sticky-fingered and insistent, pressing her face against eddie’s cheek with wild abandon, leaving traces of peanut butter and delight in her wake. it’s a scene he never thought he’d earn. harmony he never thought he’d deserve. but here it is, wrapped in toddler giggles and quiet i-love-yous whispered across a table that had seen its fair share of lonely dinners.

“yeah?” eddie’s voice breaks gentle across the hum of the moment, pitched just for them. his gaze flickers between jo and chris, an admiration softening his features, carving the rough lines into something gentler. “well, she’s not wrong, bud. diaper duty’s the dad tax.” a grin threatens to tug at the corners of his lips, a flash of that silent, crooked warmth he rarely liberates in full. “but trust me, you’re not gettin’ out of it that easy. you’re gonna be my right-hand man.” his fingers ruffle through chris’ hair, tender and absentminded, but there’s weight behind the gesture too — a grounding, an anchoring, a reminder.

chris leans into jo’s side, his grin widening beneath dark glasses. “i’ll help, dad. for real. but only the easy stuff.” he teases, yet there’s a sincerity beneath it, a solemn kind of promise in the way his hand rests against jo’s arm, as if to say i’ve got you too.

eddie’s chest constricts, a rush of feeling flooding through him so rapidly it’s almost dizzying. he tilts his head, brushing luna’s hair back from her face with a low chuckle, and lifts his gaze to jo again — her eyes shining, her smile slight but fixed, a lighthouse in the middle of every storm they’d weathered to get here. “look at us,” he murmurs, voice rough around the edges, with a riptide of disbelief woven into the cracks. “look at this.” his hand seeks out jo’s across the kitchen, thumb tracing lazy patterns over her knuckles. “i didn’t think i’d ever…” eddie trails off, breath catching in his throat, the words too big and too fragile to conclude. but the look he gives her. the way it mollifies every battle-worn line in his face, is enough. thank you. i love you. all stitched into the silence between them.

he exhales slow, letting his gaze sweep over the three of them, his family, messy and loud and beautifully whole. “you’re gonna be the best big brother all over again, mijo,” so softly said, pride threading through each syllable like gold leaf. “and me?” a small, wry smile ghosts across his lips as he squeezes jo’s hand. “i’m the luckiest damn guy alive.”

the silence was deafening - but in the wilson-diaz household, silence never lasts long, & if it did, it only meant something suspicious was going on. so when chris is the first to speak, jo lets out the breath she's been holding. but her eyes starts to get watery when he says another sibling, proving to jo that he'd really taken her & more importantly, luna, in as his own family. smiling over at eddie, she notices his silent words, but she also doesn't miss out on how their little girl seeks all her daddy's attention & encouragement. honestly, she'd been aware that luna might not understand this change until it happens to her - but to see chris take it well, only makes her heart swell with pride.

just like she'd imagined, luna just wants to be a part of everything her family - but especially her big brother - does. always the baby of the family, not even another baby could take that from her. jo has a suspicion that she would always be eddie's little girl. she'd taken to the firefighter like he'd been in her life since day one, another reason why their family worked.

jo leans in, placing a kiss to the top of chris's head. "i won't make you do diapers, that's what we've got your dad for. it's a dad kind of job." she winks at him, leaning against him as she watches how luna has both her sticky ( peanut butter? ) hands on eddie's face, probably getting into that mustache as they all speak, nothing to do but watch disaster happen. "me.. me help dada." she nods and then rubs her entire face against eddie's cheek. which.. was probably also sticky. for some reason, that toddler was always dirty or sticky with something new.

leaning down a bit to whisper to christopher, hoping she could grab his attention for a few seconds. "we love you, big guy. & i am so proud of you. thank you for opening that big heart for us." @ezburns

[gadkarikatta]

Tantalizing Tandoori Delicacies: A Journey of Flavor and Tradition

Introduction In the world of culinary delights, few cuisines captivate the senses quite like Indian cuisine. Among its myriad offerings, tandoori delicacies stand out as a testament to the art of marrying aromatic spices with expert cooking techniques. The word "tandoor" refers to the traditional clay oven used to cook these dishes, imparting a distinctive smoky flavor and tender texture to various meats, vegetables, and bread. Let's embark on a gastronomic journey through the rich history and exquisite flavors of tandoori delicacies. The Legacy of the Tandoor The roots of tandoori cuisine trace back centuries to the northern regions of India, particularly Punjab and Kashmir. These regions are known for their robust flavors and abundant use of spices. The tandoor, an age-old cooking tool, was originally used by nomadic tribes in Central Asia and was introduced to India by the Mughals, adding a new dimension to Indian cooking. The tandoor itself is a unique cooking apparatus made of clay, which is heated using charcoal or wood. The intense heat and the radiant properties of the clay walls create an environment perfect for cooking a variety of dishes. From the streets of Old Delhi to modern Indian restaurants worldwide, the tandoor has remained an emblem of authenticity and excellence. The Art of Marination Central to the preparation of tandoori delicacies is the art of marination. Meats such as chicken, lamb, and fish are marinated in a blend of yogurt and an array of spices like cumin, coriander, turmeric, and garam masala. The yogurt acts as a natural tenderizer, ensuring that the meat remains succulent during the intense heat of the tandoor. The spices infuse the meat with their complex flavors, creating a symphony of taste that is both tantalizing and harmonious. The Tandoori Feast Tandoori Chicken: Perhaps the most iconic tandoori dish, marinated chicken is roasted to perfection in the tandoor, resulting in a delightful blend of charred exterior and juicy interior. The crimson hue and smoky aroma are a prelude to the explosion of flavors that await the eager palate.

Seekh Kebabs: These succulent skewers are crafted from a mixture of minced meat, typically lamb or beef, and a medley of spices. The elongated kebabs are threaded onto skewers and cooked in the tandoor, achieving a mouthwatering smokiness that elevates their taste.

Paneer Tikka: Tandoori cuisine isn't limited to meats alone. Paneer, an Indian cheese, is marinated and cooked in the tandoor, offering vegetarians and cheese lovers a savory delight. The juxtaposition of the tender paneer and the charred edges creates a delectable contrast.

Tandoori Roti and Naan: The tandoor's versatility extends to bread as well. Tandoori roti and naan are flatbreads that are slapped onto the inner walls of the oven, resulting in a slightly crispy exterior and a soft, pillowy interior. These breads complement the rich flavors of tandoori dishes and are perfect for scooping up every last bit of sauce.

Conclusion Tandoori delicacies represent a marriage of tradition and innovation, a culinary voyage that pays homage to the past while embracing the present. From the earthen tandoor to modern kitchens, the legacy of these dishes continues to enthrall food enthusiasts around the world. The meticulous marination, the smoky allure of the tandoor, and the symphony of spices create a sensory experience that transcends borders and captivates palates. So, whether you're savoring tandoori chicken on a bustling street corner in Delhi or relishing paneer tikka in a fine dining restaurant, these delicacies offer a taste of India's rich culture and unmatched gastronomy. Tandoori delicacies, with the spirited touch of Gadkari Katta, offer more than just a meal; they offer a passage into the heart of Indian gastronomy, where traditions are celebrated and flavors are cherished.

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[littlefreya]

The Way To Hell - Final Chapter

Summary: Post Mi6, Alternate Canon. August escapes Hunt with his face intact and is currently the most dangerous man on earth. Unwilling to back down from his murderous agenda, he plots to continue where he stopped while a trained assassin is sent to bring him down. 

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Ingvild) 🖤

Word count: 5k (including epilogue) 

Warnings: 18+, smut, boomer Walker, some fluff, sexual intercourse, cock-warming, mentions of torture, implied insanity, slight mentions of gore, violence, murder, mass-shooting and death. Please proceed with caution  

A/N: The ending is here and I hope I did it justice, I hope I did right by you. I will reblog my kudos, but first I must thank @agniavateira for being my beta and a source of inspiration and @raspberrydreamclouds for the cover art. 

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own*

Now allow me to die out of stress and anxiety.

Title: See You in Hell

Down by the valley, there is a serenity that exists only in fairy tales. Damp grass caresses her naked back, the pointy little tips ticking the base of her spine, leaving a fresh trail of dew. Pure mountain mist breathes life through blue hills caked with ice; white fog vales over the forest’s lush greenery and looms above the lake’s water like a lost-love phantom.

Lying with her eyes shut, she listens to the harmony of life surrounding her: the little fish bouncing in the river, the butterflies procreating mid-air and the hummingbird chirping with bliss. Yet the most beautiful sound is the low, melodic baritone humming and reverberating against her inner thighs. 

”Angel, With those angel eyes Come and take this earth boy Up to paradise.”

”Boomer Walker…” she teases, “Is that a song from your time?” 

Ascending a trail of kisses up her pelvis, he scoffs and shakes his head. “I’m starting to suspect that you have a kink for older men,” he answers with a throaty growl, shifting his weight further over her abdomen. The soft fur of his torso grazes between her thighs, and she sighs with pleasure. 

”Do you want daddy to fuck you?” 

”That’s gross!” she curls her nose and tries to hit his head playfully, but August snaps at her wrists with perfect instinct, pinning her hands against the wet meadow. His tongue flicks over the slant of her neck while he aligns his cock at the little piece of heaven between her legs.

Sensual yet rough, his massive girth splits her walls while his lips shower her with honeyed kisses. Ingvild throws her head back, lacing her fingers with his and coils herself beneath his large body. 

“August...” she pants, feeling the air gradually diminishing from her lungs with every thrust, “I think I’m dying...”

Never halting or slowing his rhythm, August lowers his head to peer into her eyes. Fingers drenched with blood snap at her jaw.

“Stay with me, Ingvild.” He demands, letting out a husky groan, though his voice is but an echo.

A grey, thick mist wafts around the darkening forest, covering her with a bone-chilling breeze; his calling carries on the distance.  

“Stay, princess...”

“Don’t leave...”

“Stay. We’ve only just begun.”

Ice bites its sharp fangs into the little creases between her cracked bones as another bucket filled with frosty water showers her trembling body. The stabbing pain lasts for a lingering moment, reminding her that she’s still very much alive.

It must be the 10th bucket, or maybe 12th? She lost count at some point. Day and night melt into one another in this place, and the hours don’t make much sense.

Muffled complaints vibrate in her ears. Vaguely her sight picks on two silhouettes arguing when the world abruptly flashes white, and her jaw soaks a terrible blow. Fully crashing onto the hard marble, she tries to recover, but a sudden kick rips through her abdomen.

“Your methods are too slow, Issac!” A grey-haired agent chides, standing over the girl with his foot still drawn, “Walker could be setting his bomb somewhere across the globe any minute now, and you’re taking your sweet time with her as if she’s an art project.”

The scrawny torturer frowns and turns his back at him. Walking toward the metal desk, he browses through different equipment. “My methods always work, the pretty little girl was taught to endure pain,” he grunts in exasperation and gestures at the bloodstained bandage around her hand, “she did this to herself.”

Sighing with a mixture of frustration and disgust, the CIA agent takes another swing at Ingvild’s torso, the pointy edge of his shoe colliding with the scar at her gut.

Bloodshot eyes rise with wrath, violent tides of aftershock course at her viscera. She peers at the men through the haze of pain when a third figure appears in the room, standing calmly whilst Issac and the agent argue among them. 

Tall, broad, and charismatic, the handsome man strides toward her. His tailored steel-coloured suit envelops his statuesque body as if he is made of iron.  

“You’re taking it so well, princess,” he praises in his deep, melodic baritone while crouching down to take a closer look. Ingvild lifts her head, slowly breaking into a weak grin. Onyx orbs replace the storm-touched eyes, but that chiselled face still belongs to her beautiful monster.

“Did you tell them anything about where I am headed?” he asks and gives her a pout, reaching his index finger and thumb to squeeze her bruised cheek affectionately. 

Swallowing the aching dryness in her throat, she manages to shake her head meekly. “No… I said nothing,” her voice cracking as she whispers. Her chapped lips stretch into a pale, awkward grin. 

Tiny lines form at the corner of his void-like eyes as he smiles back, radiating with dangerous delight.

“That’s my good girl.”

The grey-haired agent throws a glance over his shoulder, scrutinising Ingvild while he stands next to Issac, who is twirling a scalpel back and forth between his boney fingers.

“Who is she talking to?”

“Not very sane this one,” Issac explains as he examines the silver blade against the light, “multiple mental disorders, dissociative personality, psychotic.”

Pushing the agent aside with his free hand, Issac steps forward. He leers at Ingvild, who stares at nothing for a long second before averting her eyes back at them. 

“We just need to dig a little deeper and the little bird will sing,” he exclaims and moves closer before dropping to his knees. One of his icy hands lands on her shoulder, forcing her flat on her back. Shuddering at his frozen touch, she closes her eyes; in the bleak nothingness, she recalls the night in the lake where August let her die.

“Pretty little Ingvild, have you heard of vivisection?” Her torturer asks as he lines his twig-like finger over the spine of the scalpel. Sensing his digits sneaking beneath the hem of her shirt, she shoots her eyes open yet remains still and intrepid. 

The tiny black marbles beneath Issac’s brows glint with twisted joy, appeased at the sight of the scar as he exposes her torso. Ingvild expects the pain of the blade when something tepid and unpleasantly wet slithers across her gut like a little pink slug. 

“Umm… Issac…?” The agent interrupts, furrowing his brow with confusion and disgust as he stares at his colleague licking the girl’s torso.

“What?!” Issac snaps at him, his eyes narrowing with spite, “you wanted me to go harder on her!”

“Yes, but…”

“But shut up and let me do my job!” He yells and returns his glare to Ingvild who blinks at the ceiling silently. Disrupted by his touch, she bites her tongue, fighting to hold back the acrid substance that threatens to emerge from her gut.

“You fight very hard to protect a man who doesn’t give a fuck about you, little bird,” his snake-like voice hisses as he leans down to half-whisper in her ear, “just tell me where he is and I won’t cut you open.”

Ingvild sucks the air in through gritted teeth and turns her head to look away from the obnoxious little man. She seeks for her beautiful monster, finding him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. August’s empty glance wears a calm grin.

“He is in this room,” Ingvild jests faintly, her sardonic laughter stretching thin, her chest heaving, exhausting whatever strength is left in her muscles. August’s smirk widens with hers, large dimples are slicing into his cheeks.

Ticking his tongue, Issac allows the sharp edge of the scalpel cut a skin-deep line into her flesh. Ingvild stares at him stoically, not moving a muscle as shy drops of blood begin trickling down her navel. 

“Are you sure about your response?” he asks, ghosting the scalpel over her abdomen while crooking an eyebrow.

Ingvild bites her lip, pretending to think about her answer for a few seconds. Lifting her head up, she inches her lips toward Issac’s ear. The scrawny man listens intently. 

“August Walker is the devil, and the devil is everywhere.”

A peal of sinister chuckles spills from her lips as she throws her head back onto the ground, staring at Issac’s disapproving glare. 

But her laughter soon dies. 

Taut pressure pierces into her flesh, the blade penetrating deep, cutting through tissue and muscle as if it was soft cheese. Ingvild clenches her jaw, her mind flooded by charring white light that dismantles every thought while the blade continues to swerve.

For a brief moment, she finds herself in Bergen, hands covered with thick blood, holding the gushing wound in her stomach with shock. August stands above her, toying with his favourite knife and staring at the red taint. 

“Time to fall, angel.” 

Scattered musings run behind her eyes: Liam, the nuns at the orphanage, August, and even Erica. She’s reminded of every hit she was forced to take, every country she visited, all blending into a bizarre parade of death. 

“C’mon girl, just tell us where he is!” She hears the other man shout as he steps closer with an urgent expression. “Just give us something, a country, a region, anything to make this stop, you can still do the right thing.” 

The heavy stench of iron fills her nose; the warm, thick liquid trickles down her bare skin, spilling in a cross on the map of her torso. The pain now is undeniable, making her lips heavier as she makes an attempt to answer.

“I don’t…. know… any August.”

The CIA agent scoffs violently and balls his fists. “Deeper!” He orders Issac, who like a composer, trails the blade further through her gut, cutting into sinew and brittle tendons. Ingvild trembles, feeling her body grow weaker. 

In her mind, she can hear caged screams.

“You will die for a man who doesn’t even care if you bleed!” The agent rasps, spit coming out of his mouth as he rages above her.

‘Stop!’

“He won’t even remember you once you die!”

‘Resist, don’t show pain. You’ve been through this before, you already died.’ 

“No one will.”

Swallowing every ounce of pain, she fights to remember her training, her past. Her mind scrambles for Fjellstrekninger forest, for the green pines and their stringy needles, for the scent of beech and the damp ground. She tries to imagine the silver-blue mountains of Bergen, that last time she hiked there before going to meet Liam at the gas station. 

How strange that at the very same day she encountered the most wanted man on earth, not knowing she was destined to be his. 

But none of these images appear before her.

‘You can’t escape this.’

Her screams shudder through the entire floor. 

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” 

August flicks his tongue over his bottom lip, glowering at the driver who gawks at him with disbelief and shakes his head. Pushing the phone against his chin, he stares forward at the rainy road, reciting in his mind the words of the MI6 and CIA apostles.

‘Erica captured a woman in her late 20s, having her tortured for information for a couple of days now. Can’t promise you she’s alive. No one goes in there.’

“I wasn’t asking,” August answers, throwing him an icy glare, “we’re taking the chopper to the Mi6 fortress in London. I don’t need to tell you what happens if you question my decisions.” 

The driver tenses his fingers around the steering wheel and shakes his head once again. He means to say something, but the scowl on August’s face shuts him up right away.

“Who is she? What is she to you?”

August huffs and lowers his gaze, eyes dropping to the plutonium case and then forward through the windshield, watching the heavy rain clouds that stretch before the sky. As he blinks his eyes shut, his mind plays a vision of an inferno; cracked ground and scorched skies. He sits on a throne made of bones and drinks wine from a chalice made of human skull. 

His angel sits on his knee, naked and pure, her iridescent wings tucked against her back. She stares at him with a smile full of admiration, her fingers brushing over his moustache. 

‘Your angel of destruction.’

“She’s just an asset.”

‘Hell lives inside you August, it always has. Rotting you from the inside as it begs to be let out. And you will unleash it, won’t you? Your suffering must be shared.’

Vast shadows gather outside the double-pane windows of the main hall. The thick storm clouds paint the sky pitch black, swallowing the stars alive one by one. Light wanes just in time for the harbinger of chaos to march into the well-secured lobby of the sizable Mi6 fortress.

If fairytales were to be true, the devil would arrive riding a monstrous mare with hooves made of flames. But if anything, he is but a man in a tailored suit and a long trench-coat. The leather soles of his midnight-black shoes squeak as he marches on, leaving a trail of mud on the cream-coloured marble.

“Evening sir,” the security guard greets and gestures August to pass through the large weapon detector with nothing but a quick exchange of knowing looks. 

The corners of August’s lips curl into a small smile beneath his moustache while he scrutinises the surroundings. Gold and pearly pillars spread across the vast hall, a false facade hiding a decaying world and the self-indulgent ghosts that harbour it. So lost in their own little lie, it takes them more than a few minutes to notice the hellhound who stepped into their haven.

It begins as a small rumble, like a seismic wave. The first tremor vibrates through the ground and the walls follow with a convulsing shudder. Gasps, chatter, and widened eyes stab at him with shock, yet they all seem to suffer from the same affliction. 

Standing paralysed, they ogle at the most wanted man on earth as he combs his fingers through his hair and walks toward the elevators located at the end of a narrow, red corridor. Unapologetically confident and ever so relaxed and condescending, he ignores them. 

A true king among peasants.  

“Is that?...”

“What the fuck?!”

“How the fuck did he pass security???”

His confidence is nothing but theatrics, as his blue eyes carry toward the large elevators with a glossy sparkle breaking on his corneas. He tries so hard to envision her beautiful face yet all he sees is a pile of dry bones.

“Stop! Hands in the fucking air, Walker!”

‘Ah, took them long enough.’

Standing between the carpeted walls of the narrow corridor, only mere inches from the silver doors, August slowly spreads his long fingers and lifts his hands in the air. His keen ear catches at least three firearms as the guards cock their guns at his direction, panting with fright. 

“Turn around so we can see you, piece of shit!!!” A presumingly young hero barks behind him. 

“Someone call Director Sloane down here right now, she’s not going to believe it!!!”

The soft rumbling in the lobby grows into impending thunder. A flash of pale purple lightning floods the lit vicinity for a split second, echoing the small grin that spreads across August’s beaming face.  

“Oh, I don’t think so, son,” he speaks serenely, almost like a tender fatherly coo. Not bothering to turn, he tilts his head up and inhales sharply.

“Go.”

Sharp gasps of shock and terror reverberate between the walls of the fortress as sudden darkness veils the main hall. The smell of their fear is almost as delightful as the strong smoky scent of gunpowder. Like shooting stars, the rapid gunfire pierces through the night. Cries, incoherent screams, and panicked gasps make for a beautiful concert, so much that he wishes he could stay, but he has a girl to rescue.  

‘If she’s still alive…’

Swallowing the bitter bile, he enters an elevator and presses the button for the basement level. He watches the flickering beams of light as his men continue to execute the remaining agents before the doors shut in. 

Drawing out his handgun and relieving the safety, he leans against the shuddering metal and stares at the neon red number while reminiscing on the day he met a pretty girl with an unpleasant smile.

“Too bad, I would have loved to see you again.”

“Well then, if our destinies were meant to be entwined, you will.”

The basement level seems completely abandoned and eerily silent. No wails nor cries carry on the chilly air. 

His Ingvild is forbearing, she would never show her suffering. Would she? 

Inching toward the interrogation cell, his hand runs across the naked concrete walls, sensing the coarse texture against the pads of his fingers. Opaline droplets of sweat bead his forehead and his lungs sink with the effort.

Muffled voices perk his ears the closer he gets: two men, no woman. No sounds of violence, no signs of her in there whatsoever. 

‘Angel, are you being brave for me?’

Arriving at the door, he takes a deep breath and gingerly pushes the handle. The pungent scent of salt and iron pervades his nostrils as he steps a foot into the shower of blinding white light. The brightness hurts and for a moment it feels as everything before him fades. 

Until his sight sharpens and he notices the two shadowy figures standing with their backs facing him. They look like vultures preying upon a corpse.

Her corpse.

‘No! Change this! Make this right!’

Wings of cherry-dark blood spread from her snow-pale body. Motionless, his girl lies with her top huddled around her chest to expose her bleeding gut. 

‘You are too late…’

Pure, undistilled rage burns within August’s throat, so ferocious it stings in his eyes, making his entire body tremble. He lifts his hand and fires the gun hastily, shooting both men in the back of their heads before they even get the chance to turn and look at the man who executed them. 

“Ingvild!” August pants, rushing and falling to his knees before her. 

“Angel?” He presses one hand to her gut, trying to pressure her gushing wounds while his fingers etch around her nape to pull her closer to his face. Blood, still sticky and warm, tarnishes his clean outfit while he cradles her in his arms.

“Please don’t do this to me…” He whispers, shifting his hand to caress her bruised face, recalling the last time she was dead in his arms. 

The world kept spinning on its axis when she died back at the lake. So why does it feel like right now it stopped in its place?

Pressing her to his chest, August shuts his eyes and shudders with fury. All emotions come to life, and every one of them hurt.

“You are not here…” 

A deep quivering sigh of relief soars from his throat, mouth cracking into a smile at the sounds of her hoarse whisper and delicate moans. Blinking faintly, Ingvild half-opens her eyes and stares at him through heavy lids. 

“I am here,” he whispers, brushing away the sticky strands of hair from her face and squeezes her cheek beneath his thumb, “I came to take you, we have to go.”

Shifting his arms, he tries to lift her up, but his petite woman is suddenly made of the heaviest rocks; her stiff muscles protest in his grip, making it impossible for him to manoeuvre her out of fear she will bleed to death. 

“We were both at the garden,” she mumbles drowsily, licking her bloodied teeth before breaking into a maddened smile that quickly dies as she depletes her remaining strength. “I’m tired, I want to stay here and dream.” 

“Ingvild, we don’t have time for this,” August warns with concern, noticing how her eyes roll back and her lashes flutter shut, “there’s a helicopter waiting for us on the roof. You have to get up, you have to survive this, you have to come with me! Please!”

Fat, oily tears roll down her temples, mingling with the blood and tangy sweat on her face. Opening her eyes again, she peers at her beautiful monster, recognising the familiar ocean and its eternal unrest. 

Did he come here for her, or is it just a dream?

“Why?” 

‘Tell her.’

Brow lifting and face softening, his hands clutch her tightly. He rocks her from side to side, holding her protectively. Ingvild senses the wrath that pours from his heart, the thundering beat throwing its fists against his ribcage as their bodies collide.

“You know why,” August suggests huskily, nearly begging, bargaining not to admit, not to say the words he was always so afraid of. But naively, her gaze pleas in return, the child-like innocence piercing a hole through his chest. 

“Tell me,” she begs him.

‘She needs you to say it.’

“Because I need you.”

The words nearly crack on his tongue, his throat suddenly so dry it sears. He glances down at the fallen angel, sensing the most excruciating thirst, where the only way to stop it is by stealing several deep kisses from her lips. 

“I need you by my side,” he murmurs above her lips between desperate, helpless kisses, hoping to breathe life into his weakened valkyrie, “stay with me, angel.”  

An awkward stretch tugs at her cheeks, hurting as if someone slices them with a blade from side to side. For the first time in her life, true laughter crisps her face, followed by crystal-like tears that run down her sullen eyes.

“I love you, August.” 

Every nerve in his body tingles with tendrils of light, reaching out deep within his gut and spreading throughout his tendons. For a moment, he feels divine, sanctified by the words of his angel, his woman, his by free will. 

Offering her a brief smile, he captured her lips for one last stolen kiss. His thick moustache scratches at her tender flesh while a little hum plays on his tongue. 

She tastes like blood and honey - the tarty flavour of victory.

“We have to go now, princess, I have to finish this.” 

Gingerly rising to his feet, he hooks a hand below her knees and places the other against her bruised spine. Bloody footprints trail behind him as he carries her outside the white room, trying to make for their freedom.

Locked down in her office, Director Erica Sloane inhales and exhales by practice, brushing a hand through her sweat-slick hair while trying to call every backup unit. Bullets still rip through the air in every story; the sirens howl while red lights flicker from outside. She puts her hands around her ears, trying to shut the noises out, uncertain if the screams she is hearing are her people still being slaughtered, or her mind playing tricks.

Walker is many things: an idealist, a manipulative snake, a monster. But this is a side of him she never anticipated. There is no need to question his motives this time. She is smart enough to figure it out. 

To risk so much, a man must feel deeply for a woman.

Her anxiety spikes as guilt seeps in when her phone suddenly rings.

“Director Sloane,” she pants against the receiver. Somehow, as she hears the deep, measured breath, she knows.

‘Walker.’

“Hello, Erica, did you miss me?”

Erica clenches her jaw and stares spitefully into nothing, “Hardly.”

She hears him scoff from the other line, her mind piecing together that horrible, pretentious grin of his. The bile climbs up her throat just from the vision. 

“We don’t have much time, but I just wanted to thank you.” August pauses, sighing with the bliss of a madman at her ear, “You see, if not for Lacey, if not for you kicking me to the curb the way you did - I would have never become what I was meant to be. And you sent me an angel to light my way…”

“You’ve manipulated her.”

“No, you did,” August interrupts calmly, “I set her free. I will set them all free and unite them.”

The anger simmers in her gut to the point of nausea. She holds her breath, counts to ten and tries to gather her thoughts. ‘August wants a bargain,’ she thinks, but for a reason, it feels like he already won.

“Can you come and look out of the window for me, please?” He asks politely. 

Turning her head at the window, she narrows her eyes and bites her plump lips with hesitation.

“If I had a sniper on you, you’d be dead 5 minutes ago,” he assures her. 

She gets up from her office chair slowly, her fingers reaching to uncover the blinds. The storm weakened, yet heavy clouds still loom from above like a noxious mist. She seeks for August on the horizon, listening carefully to the sounds on the line. She realises they are coming from above. Her sharp eyes detect the helicopter: far, yet close enough to see his shit-eating grin and that hand that waves at her. 

He has the girl with him. Who knew a monster could care.

“You know, you are the only woman in the CIA I haven’t fucked.” He provokes and then hangs up suddenly.

Erica watches as the helicopter takes off, her eyes widening with fear as the notion of her own demise resonates like a stinging slap.

The blast takes her along with the entire building within a split second.

Standing on the cliff by the edge of the valley, August stares down at the tranquil scar that swerves amidst lush, fertile mountains. The crystalline Indus river lies before his eyes, its sweet water so clear that the sky mirrors upon the brim.   

It’s not every day when a simple man becomes a god. 

The melancholic beauty of nature makes his fingers tighten around the detonator, thumb ghosting over the button as he allows himself a couple of last seconds to inhale the air of the old world. 

Oh, how many will die for this god to receive his halo.

‘I wish you were here, my Ingvild…’ August muses with anguish, feeling an awkward jab at the spot where his heart should have been.  

A sudden rumbling noise of a helicopter makes his gut weave. 

‘That better not be Ethan fucking Hunt! I should have thrown him off the cliff in Norway!’ 

Alarmed yet stoic as ever, he draws his gun, aiming it at the aircraft inching its way to land on the other side of the flat terrain. The last thing he needs right now is someone meddling with his affairs, but it quickly becomes clear to him that if someone wanted a monster like him dead, they would have sniped him from the air before he could even see them coming. 

‘Did you forget the woman is nothing but a valkyrie?’

“What are you doing here?” He calls out at Ingvild and frowns at the pilot, abruptly struck with anger. “I specifically asked to make sure she stays rested!”

The pilot shrugs while Ingvild makes her way toward August with mild effort. Dark circles rest beneath her eyes, yet she is still so very beautiful to him, especially when she frowns. 

“She was very persuasive and horrendously stubborn,” the pilot retorts. 

“Yeah, tell me about it,” August mutters to himself and watches the little battered woman making every attempt to remain stoic as she steps closer. A shadow of a malicious grin creeps on her frosty eyes. 

Once upon a time, she promised him she will always find him. She has no intention of breaking that promise.

“Did you think I’ll let you do this without me, August Walker?” She sulks at him as she finally moves to stand in front of him. Every nerve in her body is inflamed with pain, yet the thought of not being here at the birth of the new world brings greater agony than imagined. 

Something she compares to missing out on the birth of a child.

“We are in this together now, this is our cause, our better world. You don’t get to leave me behind.”

Her hand reaches for his wrist, thumb pressing to feel his quickening pulse. Wonder paints his eyes and his lips gape softly. He promised himself Lacey will never cross his thoughts again; yet he can’t help but think about that night in his study and the pain of betrayal.  

‘How is she even real?’   

Gently peeling her fingers off his wrist, he looks at the detonator. He then takes her hand in his, placing the device in her slender grasp. 

“Forgive me, my darling. You’re right,” he apologises and turns her over to view the horizon. A shiver surges through her as she senses the weight in her palm when August moves to stand behind her, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“We do this together.”

Pesky little honeysuckles flutter within her chest as his arms wrap around her carefully. One of his hands holds hers, raising it up slightly to position the device in front of her chest.

“Do it angel, set them free.”

Taking a deep breath, Ingvild slides her fingertip over the red button. Scattered images of her life briefly flash through her mind, ending with the single moment where their gazes first met that day in Bergen.

Bright heavenly light cleanses the sky and loud thunder rips through the earth. Standing on the trembling ground, August and Ingvild stare into the distance while slowly turning to face each other. They hold their hands together, both gaping with awe as rich golden hues pour into the sky. 

Enamoured, and lost within one another’s beauty, they share a long, lingering kiss. 

Epilogue. 

Sharp and heavy, the blade split the wood in half as if it was made out of soft butter. Resting the blunt side of the leaden axe over his shoulder, he pauses and observes the pile of firewood on the ground. His lips move in silence as he counts before crouching down to pick up another log and place it on the stump. 

Strong shades of pink and orange spread between the clouds, kissed by the drowsy sun as it makes its way to slumber beneath the earth. It’s been 8 months since the coming of their new world. Even though there is still work to be done, August decided a hideout was necessary to let her mend her wings. 

“Loki!” 

Ingvild rushes into the green field with a wide, toothy smile. Feral rivers of chestnut-brown reach the small of her back, floating behind her as she runs around giggling.

‘That smile, like honey. So pure, so real.’

Playful barks answer her call, and a German Shepherd puppy appears from across the green hill, jumping over one of the logs ecstatically and wags its tail.

“Careful or I’ll cook him for dinner,” August mutters and points the axe at Loki’s direction. The pup tilts its head at him and barks with playful rage, growling and baring its needle-like teeth.

Ingvild pauses and gives August an icy stare before grabbing the large puppy and holding him to her chest, “You’re a shitty liar August Walker, you love him. Always sneaking him bacon when you think I'm not looking and snuggling him in your sleep.”

August shrugs, brushing away her comment before sticking the axe into the tree stump. “Get inside, time for dinner.” A small grin stretches on his lips as he sees her walking away, kissing the puppy on his wet little nose. 

The scent of cedarwood burning at the mantle and brewed coffee welcomes her home as she enters the cabin, immediately filling her chest with mellowness. She allows Loki down on the ground before walking into their cosy bedroom where she removes her trousers and remains in an oversized sweater and black thigh-high stockings that August gifted her after they left Kashmir. 

When she returns to the living room, August is sitting at the study with his laptop open. A small wrinkle lines his forehead while he runs two fingers over his moustache. A map and coordinates are visible on the screen, along with a messaging platform which she only assumes is a conversation with one of the apostles. 

Loki lies guarding at his feet.

“Come here, princess,” August calls, reaching out his arm toward her. “I have something to show you.”

Sneaking toward him like a large feline, Ingvild takes his hand and lets him guide her to his lap. Her legs fall to each side of his thighs, and August rests his chin at the small crook of her neck where it always belonged.

“What are you looking for?” She asks, casually pulling the sleeve over her wrist to scratch at a peeling hammer tattoo gracing her skin.

“Don’t touch it, let it heal.” August answers and takes her hand in his, entwining their fingers together tightly. An illustration of an angel wing decorates the same spot on his arm. As she glances at the way the black ink is embedded into his flesh, she can’t help but smile and ever so slightly grind herself on the semi-rigid bulge beneath her ass.

August growls against her neck, grazing his stubbles over her supple skin before reaching a hand to unzip his tracking trousers and pull out his swelling manhood. After a soft scuffle of her panties, he lifts her hips and slides himself fully within her wet, angelic cove. 

“August…” She sighs, fluttering her eyes shut for a split second, embracing both pain and pleasure. When August fills her, she is ethereal, as if a piece that was missing all her life has finally made it back home.

“You always look so beautiful with me inside you,” he murmurs against her neck, planting bristly kisses down her jawline before returning his glare forward. Ingvild only moves slightly above him, swaying slow and smooth on his thick, throbbing girth and squeezing him tight between her walls to relish in their bond.  

“I have a present for you.” He opens a tab on his browser while his fingers toy with her clit with surprising tenderness.

“What is it?” She moans as he presses down on her sensitive pearl.

“I found Liam,” he explains, a twinge of pride and a spit of revenge hanging on his baritone. He growls slightly as her cunt clenches around him by his words. “He’s hiding out in Sao Paulo. I plan to bring you his head.”

Sucking on her bottom lip, she grinds a little harder, feeling August deep in her gut. The temptation to ride him hard and rough is too great, but this sweet slow torture always brings her to a higher ground of ecstasy when they finally fuck. 

“Can it wait, my beautiful monster?” She asks sweetly, reaching her talons to clutch his thigh as he pushes further in and bottoms out inside her with a grunt. “I’d like to stay here for a while and be your angel for a little bit longer.”

August lifts his cerulean gaze back to Ingvild, the clear sky in his deep irises slightly darken as he observes the serene look on her face. His hand rises to cup her chin and turn her head to the side to meet his possessive lips. He cages her mouth with his, devouring her with the lust of a hungry man.

“You will always be mine and mine alone Ingvild,” he promises as he ends the kiss with a nibble on her chin. Ingvild licks his saliva off her mouth and stares back at him with the oxymoronic union of innocence and sinister urge before she leans back and continues to look at his plans.

‘Who is she to you?’

‘She is my queen, and I am the king of hell.’

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Additional Notes: Song lyrics by Elvis Presely - Angel. Additional Inspiration by Nine Inchs Nails - We’re in this together. 

Disclaimer: I own no rights to Mission Impossible’s franchise or August Walker.

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Avatar the Last Airbender Story Idea: Wind and Sunlight Part 2

Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Long ago, the four nations lived together in peace and harmony, but everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. After their raid on the Air Nomads, many fled, desperate to preserve their way of life and their people. Fleeing in all directions, they hunkered down in cultures that they felt would accept them, but even then, the vast majority died due to the Fire Nation’s cruelty and cunning.

However, the survivors were not without friends. The Air Nomads’ peaceful ways and kindness was well known, and not all who grew within their temples decided the path of the Monk or Nun was for them. Among those who chose different paths, some even established families, entrenching themselves in a microcosm in separate cultures. In the Fire Nation, some of those families even rose to prominence.

Ty Lee and her sisters always knew that, despite being of the Fire Nation, it was not their friend. Their family were descendants of the Air Nomads, those scornfully referred to as Gaspers by the more crude of the Fire Nation, and they had been hiding in plain sight for years. What little their family could recall of their way of life, of the way the wind felt beneath their hands, about how sacred life truly was, was taught to them, so they would never forget what the Fire Nation had so cruelly stolen from them and made a mockery of every day with their war.

Despite their adherence to their ways as best they could, the Wind had been lost to Ty Lee’s family with the last proper bender in their family being Ty Lee’s Grandmother, who had manifested the wind just shortly after the Slaughter. Ty Lee loathed the taste of meat, of how it was a reminder that another being had given its life for the gluttony of humanity, but forced it down to blend in, to be one of them, no matter how much she hated it. Out of all her sisters, all identical, she’d always felt like the odd one out, much to her frustration. While none of them liked the idea of being a matched set, none of them had felt the sheer disconnect that Ty Lee felt, the driving impulse to break away and be something, someone, other than them. In her efforts, her studies had caught the eye of the Royal Fire Nation Academy for Girls, her new institute of learning.

When she arrived, she already felt alone. The other girls pointed at her, whispered behind closed doors and around hidden corners, as if she couldn’t understand them. It was more of the same to her. The lessons were admittedly a fun change of pace, actually being able to challenge her to some extent, but she often felt a mix of boredom and simmering resentment at her history classes, constantly fighting the urge to stand up and scream about how it was wrong, how they were liars and murderers... but she couldn’t. As much as her family professed life and goodness and compassion, she wasn’t from that time, and had no knowledge of how true it really was. What if... the Fire Nation was right about them? What if they were right about her? Those thoughts plagued Ty Lee, until, one day, she made two new friends.

To say that Princess Azula was like nothing Ty Lee had ever encountered before was an understatement. Ty Lee knew that many people could and would say the same thing about herself, but it still made sense to say, all the same. Azula was fierce, passionate, yet cold and cunning. She brightened any room she walked into, filling it with energy for better or worse. She could send Ty Lee a beaming grin that filled her with such warmth, as if the sun were blessing Ty Lee with the light of it’s chosen, but just as she could be kind, she could turn that light towards others as a cold brightness, like the mocking gleam of the sun on a frigid Winter Day. She was bold, unafraid, and skilled beyond words. Whatever Azula set her mind too, Azula excelled at. Aside from Acrobatics. That was something that Ty Lee always felt a smug satisfaction at the knowledge that she and her sisters were so gifted in the art, aided by the conditioning they practiced so diligently as soon as they could effectively walk, not to mention the favor they felt from the Wind, even without the gift of bending, but it was still so funny to see Azula’s face screw up in bewildered shock as she planted herself against the ground, having failed at whatever Acrobatic stunt she had tried most recently. Ty Lee loved helping Azula with acrobatic lessons.

Mai was always so quiet, withdrawn, but with a biting wit that Ty Lee adored to see. Others saw Mai and labeled her a freak, an emotionless doll, but Ty Lee knew the truth; Mai was contemplative, watching, listening, ever alert, but she was far from emotionless. For all that she didn’t emote much, Ty Lee knew in her heart that she would never again meet someone who felt so strongly as Mai did underneath that sullen facade. The way she casually threatened to disembowel a girl that tried just a little too hard to intimidate Ty Lee one day was just gravy as far as she was concerned. The way she seemed to understand balance and trajectory, and her skill with throwing, took Ty Lee’s breath away. Ty Lee loved her weapon practice with Mai.

After their bond was forged, Azula insisted on Ty Lee and Mai coming to her place to hang out. Mai’s parents, always so eager to climb the latter, all but demanded Mai agree, not that she wouldn’t. Ty Lee’s parents and sisters, on the other hand, were apprehensive, fearing that it was a trap, that they’d been discovered, saying she shouldn’t go, that it was better to be safe than sorry. Ty Lee was having none of it. Azula was her friend. Yes, she could be cruel, but never without reason, and with Ty Lee she was nothing but kind. If the children of the Wind were going to survive beyond them, they had to learn to finally start forgiving the Fire Nation for Sozin’s cruelty, or they would destroy themselves in their pain. And Ty Lee and Mai being the kind of friends Azula so desperately needed was the perfect first step.

When Ty Lee first came to the Palace with Mai, it was both everything she’d expected, yet nothing like she’d anticipated. It was filled with cold and cruelty, the stain of Sozin’s madness and the ugly cruelty of those who shared his vision clinging to its every surface, the whole area’s collected aura saturated with such horrible bitterness and bile, but she couldn’t deny the small scattered sparks of love, of kindness and compassion that flitted throughout the building. Azula was overjoyed to see them, eagerly dragging them through the halls, effortlessly dodging the servants, a few of whom, to Ty Lee’s eyes, seemed to bear the mark of the Wind themselves, if only a handful. When Ty Lee met Azula’s family, she engraved the impressions they gave off into her heart.

Azulon, Azula’s grandfather and namesake, radiated bitterness and learned cruelty, as if he once had a heart filled with beauty but had it stained black with the horrible things he had done and ordered done in his name, in the name of the Fire Nation; nevertheless, he greeted her with a kind, if strong and slightly calculating, smile, some light entering his dead eyes. Zuko, Azula’s brother, had a beautiful aura, filled with a strength of will exceeded only by Azula’s herself, his body brimming with energy, compassion, and unshakable resolve, a wonderful combination; Ty Lee was sure he and Mai would be the cutest couple, if her friend’s slight blush and raised eyes were any indicator. Ursa, Azula’s mother, had an aura filled with warmth, understanding, acceptance, but it’s edges were tinged with bitterness and despair; Ty Lee honestly worried that, if not for her children, the woman in front of her may have taken her own life... or somebody else’s. As the last member of the family entered her vision, it was all Ty Lee could do not to be sick. Prince Ozai, Azula’s father and third in line for the throne... his aura was so sickening to behold, filled with such unfeeling greed and cruel delight, such a longing for violence and bloodshed, that Ty Lee had to physically fight her Gag Reflex, lest she puke in front of Azula’s family. Ty Lee now understood one thing with perfect clarity... Ozai was a monster lurking behind a human face, and one day, he was going to show the world his true colors; whether the world survived it was yet to be seen. Ty Lee was also sure of one other thing: Azula was never going to become like Ozai, Ty Lee wouldn’t let her fall that far.

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Not a request! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡  Just Yume trying to dive into darker topics and kinks, that’s all lol Just a heads up in case the whole concept becomes a little too uncomfortable~  (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b

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Lilia had been watching over his Darling for a very longtime, from beginning and all the way until the end. He had seen both her tears and her smiles, heard every cries and laughter, everything. He was with her throughout the thick and thins of her life. Yet, his Darling had always been a bar that he could never seem to reach no matter how high he could jump. She wouldn't let him, the world wouldn't let him, even a part of himself is preventing him from doing so.

He's sick of it all.

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It happened in the darkest of the night, in the middle of nowhere, in a no-named town.

Lilia stood high at the top of a bell tower as his menacing red eyes looked down on the chaos that was erupting before him. A gentle breeze blew on his hair so peacefully in contrast of the horrors that was happening from beneath. A mischievous smirk forms on his lips as he watched the flames engulf the houses of the unfortunate villagers, all running for their lives. Green flames roared intensely with no sign of stopping, destroying everything in its way. Bodies soon laying down on the ground one by one, quickly losing what little strength they have left either from a severe injury or the flames that caught up to them.

It was a heart-breaking sight, truly. Lucky for our protagonist though, it takes a lot more than disruption of harmony to break his heart.

Satisfied with view he got, the ancient fae jumped down from the tower, only to land ever so gracefully on the ground, his cloth having not a single wrinkle in them. Lilia looked around, the nonchalant smirk remaining on his face as his eyes observed every single thing around him. He found the green flames swallowing the poor humans' home pretty, like a sight of a bonfire in a camping trip. He walked around without the slightest bit of concern for the screams of anguish the people around him was letting out. Lilia even had the nerve to skip ever so cheerfully, humming as if he was walking around in wonderland.

Until, his sharp ears had heard it. A different kind of sound, buried deep within the terror around him.

Lilia stopped to look around, eventually following where he thinks the sound was coming from. It was quite the walk, he had to go through the corners of many burning houses with all its twists and turns, not to mention avoiding any flaming debris coming down at him. He couldn't really fathom it himself why exactly he was following this sound even after realizing what it could be. Perhaps it was the boredom finally getting to him that a single cry was enough to make him this curious? Even if he knew that he was risking the possibility of disappointment in the end, Lilia always thought of how it wouldn't hurt to try.

Finally, he reached a place far back from the center of the town, a cute little isolated house that was also unfortunately destroyed by the green flames. It had become quite the ruin, deteriorating far quicker than the other houses in the town, sparks of flames still remained to decorate the edges. Lilia approached the wreck of a house, finally coming into terms with a large of debris standing in his way. There was no doubt about it, this was where the sound of an adorable blabbing nonsense was coming from, or rather, underneath this material. With almost no effort at all, Lilia lifted up the debris like that of a window shutter and the price revealing itself to him.

Lilia blinked. It was just what he thought it would be.

A baby tucked neatly in a basket, covered ever so lovingly with a warm blanket. The creature sucked their own thumb as they stared at him curiously with big doe eyes.

Unlike other children in this size he's seen before though, this one smiled innocently upon seeing him, blissfully ignorant of their current situation and their once called home. They laughed, an adorable squeal coming out of them as they must've thought that Lilia was the seeker of a game of hide and seek. The fae was actually astonished on what kind of miracle had befallen on this one human baby to be able to survive such catastrophe. What incredible luck, the universe must've really wanted this poor child to keep on living, even if it's just for a few more minutes. Lilia couldn't help but to return to his usual, laid-back smile as he placed his free hand on his hips, careful to keep the heavy concrete from falling onto the baby.

At least he wasn't disappointed.

"It's unfortunate, isn't it? For us to have met like this." Lilia said, even if he knew that children at this age wouldn't understand any words he'll say. Finally, his hand grew tired of the debris' weight and eventually just threw it in the other direction. The tremors of it falling on the ground reached the child, causing them to laugh once more. Lilia stepped forward and crouched down to have a closer look at the baby who was reaching out for him with their cute, little hands. He chuckled and let them hold one of his fingers as some sort of entertainment.

The baby was very cute, with large (E/C) eyes staring back at him and plum rosy cheeks. Lilia also had come to the realization that the child was most likely a female considering how she was wearing such a cute, puffy dress and headband around her head. Her hair was already a bit longer, giving Lilia the conclusion that she must be at least close to a year old by now. Lilia also paid attention her little basket, it serves as her bed as a few toys were just laying around. Finally, Lilia noticed words written in the hem of her blanket, most notably, her name.

" '(Y/N)', huh..." Lilia read, looking back at the child, who actually responded well at the sound of her given name. He chuckled and brushed his hand on her puffy cheeks. "That's a wonderful name."

Suddenly, Lilia's ears perked as heavy footsteps were heard behind him but the fae did nothing but continue on playing with the giggling child. He didn't need to turn around to know whose presence was looming over him. "Malleus." Lilia called, closing his eyes as he unfortunately has to pull away his hand from the baby, earning a disappointed gurgle. He stood up from his spot before turning around and sure enough, it was the same horned fae that he expected it to be. "Have you had your fun? Are you ready to head back home?"

Malleus silently crossed his arms, not saying anything but his body language was enough for Lilia to understand his response. He then turned his attention towards the cradle of sunshine that his supervisor was so focused on. "A human child...?" Malleus exclaimed, blinking as he raised an eyebrow at the older fae. "Don't tell me that you're going to bring home another one?"

"Well...What can I say?" Lilia shrugged as he gently carried the baby in his arms, removing her from the basket. He smiled widely, his fangs shining under the moonlight as he joyfully spun the child. Lilia looked at Malleus with a cunning look in his eyes, something that the horned fellow had to sigh at. He brought the child close to his face, nuzzling in her warmth before giving her a slight tickle in the tummy, making the child laugh whole heartedly. "You know how much of a soft spot I have for children."

Lilia then brought the child close to Malleus, as if he was flaunting her to him. "See how adorable she is~? I found her under the rubble here and isn't it a mystery on how she survived this long?" He said, excitedly as the child matched his enthusiasm. Malleus merely grunted at his supervisor's behavior, watching him play with the kid in his arms. "I've always wanted to know how it's like to raise a girl, you know~? Like my very own little princess~!

"Besides, wouldn't Silver be delighted to have a sibling this cute?" Lilia said, listening to the child's gentle laughter, like that of bells ringing. "I personally think it'll be fantastic."

Lilia stared brightly at the child, like an angel given to him by God himself. She was certainly worth keeping, worth raising.

A child desperately spared by the universe, only to befall in the hands of someone like him.

No one was quite sure whether it was a blessing or a curse.

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Lilia raised you in a strange but ever-loving manner.

You were placed in a castle so grand, deep within the Valley of Thorns. You were protected, cherished, and loved by not only Lilia, but Malleus and Silver as well. Malleus soon grew fond of you like how Lilia had been the first time and had found himself unable to refuse your invitation to play with him. Silver had treated you like how a brother would, much like what Lilia instructed him to do so. You had no one to fill up the mother role in your very circle but when you already have three eccentric members in your family, what more could you ask for?

Lilia admits that he may have spoiled you a little more than he did with Silver. He would give you anything you would ask him for, even things that you never explicitly asked him about but still somehow, he knew you wanted. It was a bad habit he got from parenting you, but he couldn't help himself especially whenever you would give him those irresistible pleading eyes of yours. To his surprise however, you grew up just fine, you didn't hold any spoiled traits that he was dreading to see. You grew up wonderfully, having remembered all the kind manners and respect that Lilia had specifically engraved in your brain.

Lilia couldn't have been prouder.

"Me and Silver played Knights today! He was so cool! Swinging his sword with a swish and then, bam!" Your little mouth that had just learned how to talk, babbles on and on while making exaggerated hand movements. You were all tucked in your bed, completely dressed in your pajamas with Lilia beside you. He rests his cheeks on the palms of his hand, chuckling at your story. "You should come play with us too, Father! Malleus-sama said he would play as the dragon next time!"

It was already past your bed time but thankfully, Lilia wasn't that kind of overbearing parent that makes a fuss just because they're children aren't sleeping at the right time. Truth to be told, he loved the nights where he got to talk with you like this, hearing stories from you when he was away. "Oh my, that Malleus said that? How controversial~!" Lilia gasped, putting on a fake surprised expression just to entertain you. When he heard you giggled, that's when he returned to his usual, laid-back smile. "I'll come by when I get the chance, alright~? I'll make sure to be the knight who saves you, Princess~"

You giggled once again when Lilia playfully tapped your little nose. "Eh~? But Silver's already playing the knight! Father can't take over his role, silly~!" You said. "Father is better off just playing as Father!"

Lilia puffed his cheeks. "So you prefer Silver being your Knight over me~? How mean, I'm hurt~!" He faked a cry with no visible tears but still enough to pull on your heartstrings. "Did Silver finally became the replacement to the number one spot in my little Princess' heart, I wonder?"

Blinking, you quickly sat up and frantically shook your head in panic. "That's not true! Father is still number one in my heart!" You declared, eyes sparkling in innocence as you laid your head onto him, giving him a big hug. "Silver's a great knight, very cool and amazing, but that doesn't mean he can replace Father!

"I still love Father the most~!"

Lilia couldn't help but smile, feeling genuine warmth in his chest as he stared lovingly at your innocent self. He stroked your hair before leaning down and hugging your small frame in return. You grinned, prompting him to give you a light peck on the forehead, a symbol of deep love between father and daughter.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

This was your daily life. Comfortable, sweet, and wholesome, being well-taken care off by Lilia himself. You and Lilia built your relationship together as family until it grew so strong that things like being unrelated by blood does not matter anymore. He was your beloved father and you were his precious treasure, a jewel hidden away from the public's eye. You thought of how lucky you are, how your relation to one another would forever bloom as that of a parent and a child.

Lilia thought of the same thing as well.

…Until he, the wise ancient fae, who lived for who-knows how long, had made a grave mistake.

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Continue the spice~?

I hate how unnecessarily long this got...It probably got boring right at the end so, I’m very regretful about that.  <(￣ ﹌ ￣)> I didn’t know how to save it aaa- This drained me all of my creative energy way too much lol I’m currently working on three Sinfics at once and the next one is requested so, don’t worry~!  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Harmony of Love

Category: Romantic Fluff, Family Fluff

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Characters: Kairi, Sora

Hey, everyone! I’m back again for Day 3 of @sokaiweek​, this time for the prompt “Melody”! I’m in the mood for baby lovin’ after babysitting some young-uns, so, enjoy this sweet kid fic!

“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” Kairi shushed as she hurried into the room, speaking over her baby’s frantic wails and sobs. She lowered the side of the crib so she could lean down and scoop up her daughter, holding her tenderly to her chest while she slowly rose up. “That’s it, that’s it,” she soothed while she patted her infant’s back. Her little hands pawed at Kairi’s nightgown, bunching the pink fabric in her chubby fingers to ground herself. Kairi bounced her up and down and twisted her body back and forth, and the baby’s loud wails finally settled into pathetic whimpers and sniffles. 

“That’s it,” she hummed, pulling back to gently push her daughter’s auburn curls out of her face. “Did you have a nightmare, my love?” Of course, her daughter couldn’t reply, but her wandering gaze and watery eyes were enough of an answer. “I know, my darling, my little Hikari. The world is scary, huh?” Kairi smiled, and her baby just warbled sadly. “I know. I have them too, sometimes. Someday I’ll tell you all about it… About the adventures of your father and I.” 

Hikari’s cheeks began to redden as she began to cry again, so Kairi began to tut over her pitiful cries.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’m here.” She guided Hikari’s head to rest on her shoulder, continuing to bob and swish and bounce on her way to the white rocking chair in the corner. “I’m here,” she murmured again while she sank down onto the lace-edged cushion. The wood creaked under her weight, and then the plush stuffing of the pillow relaxed to nestle her in comfort. 

“That’s it,” she said again when Hikari finally quieted down, resting against her body and looking up at her with those blue, blue eyes. She’d always thought Hikari had her father’s eyes, blue like the glittering ocean surrounding their island home. Of course, Sora always turned it around on her, saying that Hikari’s eyes were like Kairi’s, the brilliant azure of the sky. Really, Hikari’s eyes were just a representation of everything else she was— their beautiful baby, their perfect union, their gorgeous harmony of love. 

“Donna tokidatte, tada hitoride, unmei wasurete, iketekitanoni,” Kairi sang softly. She used her toes to begin gently rocking the chair back and forth. She stroked Hikari’s silky-soft strands of hair as she sang, smiling serenely, and her heart swelled as her daughter’s lips inched up into a smile of her own. “Totsuzen no hikari no naka megasameru, mayonakani.” 

Hikari cooed happily as Kairi leaned in to nuzzle her daughter’s nose with her own while she finished the verse. Kairi had known many joys in her life, but Hikari’s bubbly laughter was perhaps one of the greatest. Hikari’s cheek was as smooth as velvet as Kairi stroked it gently with her finger, appreciating the rosy hue of life flooding the skin. Hikari’s eyes gleamed as she watched her mother sing to her in a soft voice, those brilliant blues full of admiration and trust and reverence. It was a look Kairi would never tire of. 

“Shizukani, deguchini tatte, kurayami ni hikari wo ute,”  she continued, fingers skipping down from her daughter’s face to her little chest, where she tickled her. Hikari squealed before giggling loudly, prompting Kairi to laugh too because those sweet little laughs were just so infectious. She then rubbed Hikari’s belly to settle her back down, continuing to sing, “Imadoki yakusoku nante, fuan ni saseru dakekana, negai wo kuchi ni shitaidake sagasou kunimo, shoukai suruyo kitto umaku ikuyo…”

Finally, Hikari’s eyes began to drift shut. Her breathing evened out even as she fought to stay awake, but Kairi’s melody never failed to lull her daughter back into a restful sleep. Kairi leaned down to kiss her forehead, then sang against her skin, “Donna tokidatte, zutto futaride, donna tokidatte, soba ni irukara kimi to iu hikari ga watashi wo mitsukeru, mayonakani…”

Her voice drifted off into silence, and then the only sound was her daughter’s slow, even breathing. Kairi smiled, tears glittering in her eyes from the sheer amount of love welling up inside her, and then kissed her daughter’s head. Carefully, slowly, she stood up from the chair to walk back to the crib. She laid Hikari down on the plush cushioning and covered her with her baby blanket, then turned on the mobile with palm trees, paopu fruits, and seagulls above her head. A sweet tune began to play from the speakers as colorful lights danced across the plastic. Even after Kairi had pulled the crib’s bars back up, she stood at the side of the crib to watch her daughter sleep. 

She had no idea Sora had been standing in the doorway the whole time until he murmured, “I love it when you sing to her.” 

She looked over her shoulder with a sweet smile, then looked back to the slumbering Hikari. Sora’s steps were careful as he walked up behind her to wrap his arms around her middle and rest his chin on her shoulder, joining his beloved in watching their daughter sleep. “She looks like an angel,” he smiled, then turned into her neck to lovingly nibble at her skin. Kairi giggled at the ticklish caress, reaching up to play with his sleep-mussed hair, which was even spikier than usual. 

“You don’t think she’s much of an angel when you’re changing her diapers,” she joked, and Sora scrunched his nose up in disgust. Changing dirty diapers was an aspect of fatherhood that he was still adjusting to, but she couldn’t blame him; they were pretty stinky. Still, there were a thousand other things about his relationship with Hikari that made up for that. She loved watching him play with her when he gave her a bath, and the way he babbled to her in that sweet sing-song baby talk, and danced with her around the room until she was literally screaming with delight. 

“Look, I’m sorry, but whatever comes out of Hikari’s bottom is like toxic waste,” Sora smirked as he nuzzled further into her neck, giving her a squeeze. Kairi just laughed, because she kind of had to agree. “Still an angel, though, even if her diapers are stinky. Our perfect little angel.” 

“Our perfect little angel,” she echoed, and despite the circumstances, Kairi’s heart still fluttered at the word “our.” Even now, the idea that she was spending her life with this perfect man, that they had this perfect baby, that they had this perfect life— it just filled her with so much joy that she just had to let it out in the form of tears lest she explode. 

“Hey,” Sora crooned when he realized she’d started silently crying again. She sniffed as he turned her face so he could kiss the tears away, smiling all the while. “What is it?” 

“I’m just— I’m just so happy,” she laughed, knowing it was kind of silly but unable to help it. Sora would never laugh at her, though, not when he was a big ol’ crybaby himself. Purring, Sora turned her around in his arms so he could press a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then to each of her cheeks, and then finally her lips. Then he looked at her with those deep blue sea eyes, those eyes like their daughter’s, those eyes full of so much love it was suffocating in the best way. 

“I’m happy too, Kairi. I”m so happy I can share this wonderful life with you,” he whispered. He grabbed her hands so he could entwine their fingers together, and then he brought him to his mouth so he could kiss those, too. She couldn’t help but laugh as she lavished her in affection, just like he always did. He was nothing if not full of love. 

“Donna tokidatte, tada hitoride, unmei wasurete, iketekitanoni,” he sang in a raspy, kind of off-key voice against her palm, making her snort in laughter. His eyes glittered as he continued to sing in that low voice, and it made her smile so hard that her cheeks ached a little. But like heck she was going to ask him to stop. As he sang the next verse, she sang with him: “Totsuzen no hikari no naka megasameru, mayonakani.” 

“Your voice is definitely prettier than mine,” he laughed, and she dropped her head with a snicker. When she looked back up, she pressed a kiss to his chin, making his smile widen. 

“I think you still did a good job,” she said, and he preened under her praise. She’d always had such a way of giving him a big head with just the simplest of words. Or maybe it was just every word she said was magic to him, the sap. Oh, but he was her sap, and she was kinda sappy for him, too. 

She wasn’t sure if it was the lullaby or just the fact it was the early hours of the morning, but Kairi’s eyes began to droop, too. Sora noticed, and promptly bundled her into his arms, making her jump up to wrap her legs around him. She showered his face in pets and kisses as he carried her out of the nursery back to their shared bedroom. 

Just as they were snuggling back into bed, Hikari’s shrill cries echoed through the house, and Kairi had to laugh at the futility of sleep. As she prepared to get back out of bed, Sora pushed on her shoulders to get her to lay back down. 

“But she won’t go to sleep without the lullaby,” she said as Sora slipped out of bed, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. 

“I know. I gotta practice, and besides, it’s push-and-pull, right? It ain’t fair if you do all the work.” 

“I think you just wanna get out of diaper duty tomorrow,” she teased, and Sora snorted in response. 

“Just go to bed,” he laughed while shoving a pillow into her face. Kairi rolled over, hugging the pillow to her chest as she rolled onto her side. She watched Sora walk off back down the hall, and as she melted gratefully into the bed, Hikari’s cries quieted. Soon, they were replaced with the soft voice of Sora singing, and Kairi’s eyes drifted shut with a smile. 

Our perfect little life, she thought again, and it really was. 

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Guilt or a shitty job?

Summary: You join the mandalorian on a vaguely described job to the back water planet of Vispoc, that holds far more than originally anticipated leading to a very much needed history lesson and some emotion

Warnings: I think this gets angsty towards the end (I’ve never written angst before so bare with me pls) . talk of consumption of fogs, Talk of canon events like order 66 and the empire. Talk of Jedi stuff. 

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Word Count: 3.5k (this was meant to be a dabble)

Masterlist | Cross Posted on A03

Gif credit: @johnboyuga​

Kneeling on the floor of the Crest, you meditated in the quiet of the ship with the less then talkative Mandalorian hidden away in the cockpit and the miniature Grand Master Yoda safely tucked away in his hammock. The quiet offered you the peace you needed to gain a greater control over your thoughts and emotions. “Peace. Serenity, Harmony. We must master ourselves before we can hope to master the force.” You muttered your last masters teaching to yourself with closed eyes basing in the steady silence. 

As the ship jolted and rocked beneath your knees, you centred yourself more ignoring the shifting metal biting into your knees. When you’d found the right peace and began to slip into a trance, the heavy thunking of boots echoed through the ship throwing you out of your almost trance-like meditation. “How far out are we?” You asked still knelt on the floor with your back still turned to the shiny Mandalorian.

He passed by almost too quietly, looking less shiny in the artificial lighting of the ship, you heard the quiet noise of the baby’s little sleeping compartment opening. “A hour at least,” He said distorted by his helmet as  as he ducked down into that you originally assumed was the Mandalorian’s sleeping space and was now the child’s. “We’ll be landing in a few.” 

You sighed and pushed off of the floor, wiping your hands on the course weave of your trousers. Watching the Mandalorian always surprised you that a man covered in impenetrable mental could be so careful with a baby. The Mandalorian carefully fished the child from his little hammock and situated the groggy blue bundle into the crook of his arm. You smiled at the sight, the child had a strong connection to the first and had a tendency to project life events into it, you’d originally assumed that he was doing it intentionally while the Mandalorian was away. The more you asked the child about these events the more he would immediately perk up and begin babbling as if he was glad you asked. “What’s the planet like?” You asked out of simple curiosity because it wasn’t like there were any windows in the hull of the Crest and since taking off you didn’t know any details other than the Mandalorian found work. 

“Find out for yourself,” The Mandalorian muttered, you could see he was far more focused on the child than anything you had to say. “Going to need you for this one anyway,” He added retreating back up into the cockpit with the child in hand, you followed quietly without knowing why the Mandalorian was traveling to the planet of Vispoc but you’d agreed to help the Mandalorian with whatever work he had going it was mainly babysitting but you’d fallen in love with the little green gremlins upon first meeting.

Ascending into the cockpit, the pair of you worked like a well oiled machine so that the Mandalorian was able to take off and flue without any interference with the child. Staring out of the window, you stared at the slowly approaching planet. It looked as if a large part of it was made up of water spotted with green land masses and white spieling clouds obscured quite a bit of the water and land masses. “Looks safe enough. Don’t want repeat of Trask.” You muttered stroking one of the child’s large petal shaped ears. 

The child cooed quietly as he played with his favourite control level knob, slowly turning it in his little clawed hands. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the swirling clouds wind in tighter on themselves like an incoming hurricane. “Slightly observation. Might wanna avoid using the jetpack when we’re planet side.” You warned side-eyeing the stoic lump of beskar casually tilt his helmet and give the planet a brief second look before pushing a few buttons.

“Says it’s water-rich and windswept. Got no major populations or star ports.” The Mandalorian uttered helmet barely picking up on the words as he looked at one of the screens embedded into the ships control panel. “Gonna be a bumpy landing.” He added and you took it as a sign to buckle your seat belt and clung to the child, his little arms raised in excitement when a few alarms began sounding as the Mandalorian began the bumpy decent onto the planets surface.

The closer the Crest go to the planets surface the more you could feel the planets attainment to the force. At first you thought it was the child of the winds you were sensing but it felt older like an ‘accumulation of energy’ as your late master called it when somewhere or someone had a strong connection to the force. “Do you feel that too?” You asked the child and received a delighted squeal as the Crest was battered by the winds and thrown to the left. 

Glancing out of the window at the fast approaching planet, you began bracing for an impact just like the frozen tundra wasteland the new republic had chases you both into. The control panel flashed and alarms beeped in time with your pounding heard as the Mandalorian yanked on the ship’s controls, slapped various buttons and flipped switches with a level of blind accuracy you’d only seen from your fellow Padawan’s during group training or sparing practice.

 As the Crest touched down on the rusted abandoned hanger, a withered painted sign proudly pronounced the planet’s name, Vispoc, while another clearly announced that the planet had some affiliation with the republic before the Empire came to power. You breathed a sigh of relief and drew in the clam the sense of peace you’d tried meditating on hours ago. “You good?” The Mandalorian asked sounding a little breathless and gently smoothed down the child's wispy white hairs, who’d seemingly enjoyed himself, maybe it was the sudden flashed of the escape pod that had put you on edge or maybe it was something entirely different. “Looks abandoned.” The Mandalorian observed taking in the dilapidated hander and strips of torn fabric hanging off of stacked cargo boxes. 

You nodded shakily and began unbuckling yourself with the wild settled on your shoulder in preparation of you having to single handedly climb down the ladder into the cock-pit.  “I’ll feed him then we can go. Okay.” You told to the mandalorian and leaving him to do whatever was needed in the cock-pit before the three of you ventured out into the cold of the planet. As you began your decent into the hull of the ship the child began to gargle a little at the mention of being fed. “Stars you’re a hungry thing aren’t you.” You commented as your feet touched the grated metal in the full. 

Settling the child on top of the largest cargo crate as you set about mashing up one of the ration bars and rehydrating it with a little water from a flask. Ration bars and recycled water was not a good combination and you could attest to it seeing as it was the only part of your diet for at least a year after the purge. While you worked the child babbled and made grabby hand towards the small tin rectangle you held in your hands even though he was sending images of a particular frog with blue and black stripes he’d probably seen before you arrived through his connection in the force. “Sorry bud. We don’t have any blue and black striped frogs or any amphibians at all.” You joked and offered him a spoon of mushed up, rehydrated ration bar, he took the first spoonful without an issue but after the second and third you think he’d began to realise that it wasn’t a froggy mush. 

He quietly grumbled aloud to himself in his own baby garble and frowned as a new spoon of ration bar mush was presented to him. “Listen, maybe I can convince your Dad you get some froggy pets.” You promised as you tried to sooth him by motioning towards where the Mandalorian was still hauled up doing post flight checks. “Then you can hunt ‘em yourself.” You added hopefully appearing the small grumpy child and offered the spoon again. 

As if he’d actually considered it the child made a noise of agreement and began wolfing down every spoon of ration bar mush fed to him. “Y/N, you really shouldn’t promise him such things.” The mandalorian’s modulated voice came out of nowhere in true Mandalorian fashion causing the baby to immediately perk up as if he’d been given a stim-canister. “I have too many pets as it is.” The Mandalorian added as he pulled open the locked metal cupboard where he kept all his weaponry and began to load himself up as the Crest’s ram opened up with a mechanical whirling. 

Depositing the child into his little cloth bag, “This looks questionable at best.” You muttered taking in the silvers of landscape revealed to you by the slow opening of the Crest’s ramp. Standing at the mouth of the ship, you slowly scanned the landscape, the hanger the Mandalorian had parked in seemed derelict from years of abandonment and seemed perfect for a smugglers crew to hide some coveted cargo. Noticing the out-cropping of a large temple-like structure was peaking out from behind the large mountain looming in the foreground. 

“Here,” The Mandalorian said holding out the hilt of your Lightsaber, the cold sunlight glinted off of the dull weathered durasteel illuminating some of the symbols carved int other space between the emitter and the switch. “Might need it.” He nodded to the Lightsaber he’d once referred to a laser sword.

Reaching for the long metal hilt was a lot harder than you originally anticipated. ‘This weapon is your life.’ Your late asters words echoed in your head. Feeling the Mandalorian’s visor trained on you was almost burning its T-shape into your face. With a shaky hand, you firmly grasped the all to familiar leather wrapped hilt of your lightsaber and just held it trying to become comfortable with its weight again. It’d been the same as the one you’d built when you’d been selected as a Padawan and taken part in the gathering on Ilum. You were sure your hesitation was as clear as Vispoc’s oceans. “If my master could see me now. Hesitant. They’d be so disappointed in me.” You explained shakily, your late master never got ashamed or angry when you put a foot wrong or hesitated but they were always disappointed when something sailed or went wrong. As you hooked it onto your repurposed belt and gun holster, the child snorted as if he was getting impatient with all the waiting around.

Descending the ships ramp, the weight of the baby on your left felt like nothing compared to the history of the weapon hanging on your belt rhythmically bouncing as you walked. With the Mandalorian at your side, the both of you approached the village at a slow speed, only stopping when the winds picked up significantly and blew particularly hard. The dark rock bit into the palms of your hands as you shuffled along the mountain trail, hand on the wall searching for something to steady yourself when the winds blew. Farther up the trail the Mandalorian waited quietly but impatient, you could see where the child’d picked it up from, as if the winds didn’t bother him in the slightest and you was convinced that it was all the beskar that was weighing him down. 

With your free hand holding the child’s side bag closer to your body, you had a much clearer view of the temple-like building that was peaking out from behind the mountain. Two large stone pillars flanked a set of double doors. Above the doors harsh winds swirled around one another like a brewing hurricane, in front of it was a raised dais with set stair leading down to what you assumed was the ground. Feeling the force trying to pull you in the direction of the temple, you brought up your shield again forcing the pull to detach itself from your being. “That part of me is too scared to even think about going there. Just yet.” You muttered into the wind and gently patted your Lightsaber as if you was trying to reassure yourself that you’d have to work up the courage to visit a temple again before became part of the living force. 

Once on the move again the unlikely pair came to the mouth of a mountain-side village. A small handful of the homes seemed to be build from cylindrical walls and topped with dome roofs, the whole place felt restless with the scrapes of brightly painted fabric banners whipped around in the significantly more gentle wind. Other homes were built in close quarters with one another jutting out slightly from the sides of the mountain, they followed the natural lines of the paths and the mountain faces. “What or who are we looking for, Mandalorian? ‘Cause this place looks abandoned.” You asked glancing around the village and grimaced when you caught sight of the warning on the wall signed with a blood red imperial symbol. 

The mandalorian sighed deeply as if he knew the whole trip was a bust. “He said it was in the village. Maybe there’s multiple villages.” He cursed clearly frustrated as you allowed yourself to slump down onto an outcrop of stone that seemed like a good place to sit.

“I doubt whatever you’re looking for is still here, Mandalorian.” You muttered promptly gesturing to the bright white grimy sighs screwed to the side of one of the cylindrical homes. It clearly stated that the village now belonged to the empire and all the occupants were in evacuate immediately or be arrested. “No doubt all the villages are under Imperial hold regardless of size.” You added  gently offering the baby some of the jerky you kept in one of the bouches tied to your bed. 

“Come one we’ll try the next on.” Was all the Mandalorian said before speedily continuing down the trail. 

Watching the Mandalorian’s gate, You could see the that everything was beginning to weigh on him because it was much long ago that he’d found out he was raised by religious zealots and you’d honestly contemplated leaving there and then given the Jedi’s history with that particular groups of Mandalorian’s. Even if you’d spent almost 3 decades in hiding the teachings of your late master wouldn’t relent, emotions only clouded one’s judgement. 

Hours down the line, you and the Mandalorian had traded off the task of carrying the child. The mandalorian now had the child’s side bag slung safely across his body with the child filling the safe space between both you and him. 

The pair had visited multiple villages across the planet, even come across a largely developed town that yielded little to no information about whatever if was the Mandalorian was looking for. You suspected that whatever he’d been tasked the retrieve was inside of the temple-like building you’d seen when visiting the first village. The force connection was only growing stronger and carried whispers with them, they gently scabbed the very edges of the shield you had built after feeling it at its strongest for the first time. The child clearly wasn’t as effected as you were, maybe it was because he hadn’t had as much training, you weren’t sure but it worried you given that the child was 50 and just about had a grasp on lifting things.

Sitting in the cantina listening to the quiet chatter and howling winds, you carefully fed the baby spoonful after spoonful of bone broth. Subtly trying to watch the Mandalorian out of you peripheral you watched him fidget and continuously open and close his fist almost like he was waiting for someone, antsy was the word your brain suppled you with. “What exactly is it we’re looking for?” You asked gently wiping away any spilt broth from the child’s face. Waiting patiently, you took a sip of the water from the cup in front of you and watched the Mandalorian silt his helmet as if he was contemplating telling you what exactly they were doing on this windy hellhole. “You said you’d might need me. That implies that it’s something Jedi related.” You surmised slowly piecing together the small fragments of information you’d collected on the journey from one village to the next. 

“It’s Jedi. I just don’t know where to look.” The Mandalorian huffed laying his hand flat on the table. “I’m open to suggestion,” He added allowing his shoulders to drop a little like he was relieved to share the job with you. “The Jedi are a mystery at most. Why doesn’t anyone know anything?” He asked sounding completely lost and a small part of you was itching to teach someone about the ways of the Jedi but the much larger part of you that was acting purely on instinct screamed that revealing such information would only get more killed. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly began drawing circles on the table avoiding the black t-visor staring straight at you unrelenting. “Because we’ve been wiped from history,” You began to explain hearing the child whine a little but you pushed on. “Our temples had fallen into disrepair or burned to the ground. The Empire sentenced us to death and denied a trial.” You explained farther remembering all the time you’d spent running and begging for your life, all those you’d cut through just to survive to see the next sun rise. 

Without seeing the Mandalorian’s face, you couldn’t tell what expression he held, sometimes you were envious of the emotionlessness the armour offered him but he sat silently and listened as you rambled. Casting a quick glance around the cantina because anyone worth their information knew that cantina walls had ears. Always. “As the Republic fell the Empire rose and wiped us away with it. Anyone that’s still left knows better than the out themselves.” Memories of the great purge flashed across your memory, the stand-off between your late master and the commander and the clones chasing you across the length of the republican cruiser. It’d be enough to put any 12 year old into hiding and to never some out again. “Our relics became decoration and prices to be won. Our Lightsaber’s were another’s trophy.” You babbled nervously as you ignored the small green hand of the child clinging to your sleeve or the forced wave of calm being pushed onto you by the child. 

The Mandalorian tilted his head noting that he was listening and absorbing all the information you were providing him with, the way he stared at you when you finished simply said ‘but why?’ and in all honesty you couldn’t give him an answer. “The thing I’m being paid to find. Theres a possibility that it’s Jedi.” He explained and you’d never felt such a strong urge to fling someone across the cantina and through your blooming anger, you nodded in understanding that the Mandalorian needed to make money some how and if it wasn’t chasing bail jumpers or debts half ways across the galaxy it had to be something Jedi related. Maybe this was the biggest fuck you to the Jedi from the Mandalorian’s. “If I’d known I wouldn’t have taken the job.” He added guilt dripping from the words even if they were mechanical. 

“Is that why you gave me my saber back,” You began planting elbows on the table quietly seething with something akin to anger. “Out of guilt for taking the job?” You questioned staring directly into the black abyss of the Mandalorian’s t-visor.  “Be clear with me Mandalorian. Was it guilt.” You demanded anger flaring a little, knowing full well that the Mandalorian had been adamant on him keeping your Lightsaber locked up out of harms way or at least till he trusted you to carry it and keep it out of the kids reach. 

“We should go.” was all the Mandalorian said as he rose from his seat, took the child and excited the cantina to go back out into the drab wind-swept landscape leaving you sitting alone at the table looking for the peace you’d been able to find before landing. 

Gingerly resting a hand on the hilt off your Lightsaber and glanced around wondering if anyone had noticed it on your person. “Memories of an old friend.” You whispered dropping the shield and walking out of the cantina, the Mandalorian stood of to the side holding hands with the smaller version Grand Master Yoda. The pull of the force called to you in a way that you’d never experienced since the gathering on Ilum and being on the surface of coruscant. “If we’re going to a temple. Stay close and ignore the whispers.” You warned and set of in the direction of the temple wishing the spirits there were at least laid the rest and not running rampant through the temple. 

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

In the woods ( Werewolf! Coyote Starrk x little Red! Reader)

I have never watched that movie before. Is it really that good? I might just have to watch it if it is.Thank You for the compliment! Warms my heart when people say that! 💖💖💖  This one is gonna be a looong one I got carried away..oops. 

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In the woods (Coyote Starrk x Reader)

You were different from everyone else, you had friends but no one really understood you. Or at least, not like your Grandma. You parents loved you of course,  but they thought you  were  a little bit too eccentric and you could tell  that they were bothered by it. It frustrated you beyond belief, all you wanted was some one else to  empathise with you. 

You felt lonely. And to be friends with one person who understands you inside and out would mean the world to you. "(y/n),  are you still planning on going to Grandma's house?" Your mother asked you once you entered the kitchen. " Yes I am. " You said, about to leave the house. "Take this to your Grandma and wear a jacket it is cold outside." Your mom persisted, handing you a basket and your red jacket with the red hood. "Thanks, Mom." You took your jacket, putting it on and sliding the red hood on your head, grabbing  the basket from her hands. "Be careful and stay safe! Tell Grandma I said Hello!" You simply waved at her, leaving your house at once. The woods in your backyard eventually led to a huge field where your Grandma lived. You always loved going there when you were feeling down, It was peaceful and it was mainly isolated from everyone else which you enjoyed. Still in your thoughts, you noticed something from the corner of your eye, it looked to be a small, blonde wolf, whimpering in pain. Your mom had warned you about the wolves that lived back here and to be very careful not to confront them. You sensed something was  wrong, like she was injured and it worried you.  Besides, she was  just a pup, what could go wrong? "Hello, are you okay? " You asked in the kindest way. The little pup still whined, louder now that you were closer to her. You crouched down, taking  your hand out. You could tell that one of her legs was wrapped around thick thorns, causing it to  tear into her flesh. The wolf carefully sniffed your hand, she didn't look aggressive so you took it as an invitation to help her. Gently, you unraveled the thorns around her, throwing them to the side and away from the both of you. The wolf still whined from the gashes and the blood profusely bleeding from them, it was a tragic sight to see. You panicked but remembered that your mom gave you a portable first aid kit, you swiftly took  out the peroxide, gauze and cotton balls. You dipped the cotton into the  peroxide and dabbed it on the wounds which  gently removed and lessoned the bleeding. Finally, you wrapped the gauze around the small wolf's leg. The pup's whimpers slowly died but her tail wagging grew, she was now feeling better. "I hope that helped. You be careful now." You smiled at her, putting your stuff back. You stood up, placing your first aid kit back into your pocket, but before you left, you took out two of the sandwiches from your basket, " You want some? My grandma wont mind she is the nicest lady. " You unwrapped two ham sandwiches, slowly placing them on the ground for her to take if need. "Goodbye. " You waved at her, taking your leave. 

Unbeknown to you, just several feet away, someone else was watching.

  Your Grandma had smiled at you,  happy that you travel safe and sound. "(y/n) dear it has been a while. Come sit by the fire." She cheerfully greeted you, leading you into the living room.  " Thanks, Grandma. Here is your basket, I hope you don't mind it I got a little hungry and ate some sandwiches on the way here. "   Your grandmother shook her head, chuckling at you, "It is never a bother." Your grandma sat across from you. You both began to talk about everything, about your life, school and friends. You often told her about how different and lonely it was to live on the other side of the woods and how you wished to be here instead. Your Grandma gave you a sympathetic look, placing your hand into hers. "I know it is difficult but you will always have me even after I'm gone." You knew she cared about you so much and she always knew how to comfort you in the best way possible. "Grandma, may we call Mom and ask her if I can stay over for the weekend? I still have some overnight clothes from the last time I stayed here." " Of course, I will give her a call right away. "  She stood, walking into the kitchen. You stared out of the window right next to you, watching the sun set over the horizon. Your eyes flickered to the edge of the woods, you turned your head to notice two blue eyes staring at you.  It was another wolf, except it was brown and bigger than the small blonde one  you helped earlier today.  He was  mesmerizing, and you wondered if he was with the blonde one. He looked liked he wanted to speak to you, his eyes looked almost human. "(y/n)." You heard your Grandma, interrupting the starring contest you and the brown wolf had. You looked back at her.  "(y/n),  What are  you looking at?" She looked out the window, generally curious. "I  seen a wolf." You replied,  still  captivated by the magnificent animal. "What wonderful creatures, wolves are." You looked up at her in interest, "Have you seen them before?" Suddenly you wanted to know every detail about these mysterious wolves. " Of course, when I was a little girl, they were every where but due to fear, people gathered and purged most of the wolves that lived here. It is a shame really. Now, I never see them but knowing that you have seen them gives me hope. I long to see one again. "  Something in your heart ached, the thought of the two wolves being the only ones alive and living in the woods must be lonesome. You then admitted to Grandma about the wolf pup you saved earlier today and that you gave two of the sandwiches to her. She was accepting and delighted that you did.

Later that night, you watched the full moon glow in the night, still thinking about the wolves and both your encounters with them.  You wondered, were they really  the only two in these woods? If so, the thought had crushed you. You knew exactly what it was like to feel lonely. You wanted to go back and look for them,  but you knew that it wouldn't be safe, they were capable of killing you.  You sighed, getting up from your bed, there was no way you  could sleep after the events of today. If you couldn't go into the woods then  you could  at least stare at the moon in its most beautiful state. You got out of bed, quietly moving through the house and onto the front porch, sitting on the  front step, listening to the frogs croak and crickets chirp in harmony.  You sighed with pure content, closing your eyes to take it all in.   Crack. Your eyes opened instantly,  looking around the front yard. You got up from the front step of the porch step. Crack. It sounded like a snap of a twig. Your eyes moved  over to the edge of the woods then, seconds later you two sets of eyes glowed in the dark woods. Your eyes widened, it was the wolves from ealier. Your guess was proven true when both of the  wolves stepped out from  the edge of the forest, their eyes shined in the moon light. The blond wolf wagged her tail, happily walking up to you. You noticed that the gauze was still on her foot but that didn't stop her from greeting you. The smaller wolf licked your hand, her tail never stopped wagging with delight.   You looked over at the brown one, he looked guarded, but you understood why. He slowly growled, which caused the smaller one to look up, staring at him. You heard a few more whimpers and growls from both of the wolves.

The little one slumped, whimpering as they both headed back into the woods. Something in you snapped, remembering what your Grandma had said to you. "Wait! Please don't leave.... I'm sorry...about your family and friends  that lived in these woods..." You tried not to cry, you were heart broken and guilt ridden.y

  How could humans do such a horrible thing? 

" I know it must be lonely.... Having no one else there beside you."   You could see the brown wolf's ears perk at that word.  It was like he understood you. "I promise I won't let anyone harm you both." You insisted, taking a few steps towards the brown wolf.  He tilted his head, confused by your movements. Now, you were less than a foot away from him. "May I pet you?" You stuck your hand out, offering him to sniff you. He hesitantly leaned in, sniffing your hand, after a few moments he leaned into your touch. You gently stroked his cheek, you could have sworn you seen him closed his eyes enjoying your gentle touch. Suddenly, a gush of wind blew around you both, causing your eyes to closed, then once you opened them again, you spotted the same blue eyes from before except human. He was tall, long brown hair and skinny, he wore a brown shirt and black pants,  he  stared at you, it  was rather intense but in a different way. You still had you hand on his cheek, he looked content and comfortable.  "Thank you, that would appreciate me and Lilynette greatly."  Then like a ghost in the night they both dissapeared. You were frozen, you couldn't believe  what had just happen. "(y/n)? Are you okay? What's wrong?" You heard your Grandma from the porch,  she was concerned. You finally snapped out of it,  " Y-yeah... I thought I seen the wolves again... " "Even so, you can't go out her  all on your own so irrationally. Just be careful next time." She scolded you but was relieved that you were okay.  You nodded, "I understand." She nodded, " Good, now how about some hot tea then back to bed? " She went back into the house with you following behind. Before you entered, you have one last glance at the entry of the woods, still astonished about what had happened. Months had passed since you met the wolves for the first time, you had often wondered about them especially since they can actually change into humans. What were they?  If they weren't entirely  wolves then they had to be something else.  You remembered that one of visits your Grandma told you legends and folklore of werewolves. People that can turn into wolves. If that is the truth  like that mean that they were both werewolves?  You wanted to know more about them and you were determined to. You spent more of your time in the woods from then on hoping you come across them.   "Starrk there she is! The nice lady that healed me!" You turned, noticing the blonde hair from before. She stood right in front of you, smiling. "Hello it's nice to meet you again! I am Lilynette! " "It's nice to meet you. My name is (y/n)." You gave her a genuine smile. Moments later a figure stood from behind the tree. "Lilynette, I told you not to go looking for trouble. " He slowly made his way towards you too. The girl rolled her eyes, "Shut up! You never let me have fun! She is the nicest human." The man didn't seemed too phased by th girl's yelling. He simply stared at you, now he was only a few feet away. He look like he was contemplating on something, but what exactly?   " It's you... From before. " You stated, astonished that he was actually real. He nodded, his hands in his pockets, "What's your name?" You blushed but you couldn't help it. He was very attractive. "I'm (y/n)." His eyes never left yours, a hint of interested showed in his handsome features. "I see." He simply said. " His name is Starrk. " The girl said for him. "He isn't much of a talker but he is a nice guy." Starrk ignored his friend, still giving you a questioning glare. "You're the girl with the  red hood, always walking around here. What are you doing out here, alone?" You blushed deeper, how exactly were you supposed to tell him?  "I wanted to know more about you." You admitted to him.  It was silent for a bit but you could tell that he had some interest in you as well. "Funny, I can say the same to you too." You begin to tell him about your Grandma and how you would often visit her her to escape the lonliness from the other side of the woods. After hearing your story, his eyes showed a look of sympathy. He understood what it was like to be isolated and to not belong somewhere.  He was aware that there were many humans just like her but what made her so different? "That's unfortunate, I always thought humans were such social creatures. Being able to live together, must feel horrible to feel like this, even when living together with other humans. "  You looked down, you felt horrible about everything but you answered him. "Yes.. But there's Grandma. She helps with it all." He nodded, taking a step a closer to you. "Yes, it must be nice to find someone that can help ease  the loneliness. "  You smiled at him, "Yes and if you don't mind, I would like to help." You seen a hint of something in his eyes, hope? Or was it happiness? Starrk looked over at Lilynette who visibly pleaded him to say yes. Then, he  nodded, you could see a curve of a smile form on his face.  "Yes, you may." He  now stood right in front of you.  You gently took his hand, grinning at him. For once you didn't feel so lonely after all. And neither did he.

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