#get this man to a darty

[sevenofdiamondsart]

frat Caleb

[esmedelacroix]

06 - Bitch

synopsis ! he’s an american football player by day and a passionate mathematician by night . she’s a well-rounded historian and writer who couldn’t evaluate a derivative to save her life . they lived in two different worlds but shared the same study room .

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cw ! no use of y/n, y/n is _____, fluff, slow burn, college au, ooc sukuna, f!reader, child abuse/neglect, alcohol abuse,

fic radio ! Breakin' Dishes by Rihanna

"Nah, she's a grade-A bitch," he said shrugging of his friends.

Wow. Not even just a bitch. A grade-A bitch? You thought as you stood up from the booth right behind Sukuna's. You and Sukuna had been studying together all week after the party weekend, and he even expressed his gratitude to you for writing his name in on the sign up sheet just in case. It only took him the next week to call you a bitch.

You expected him to have more of a backbone. You had really hoped that Sukuna wasn't one of those guys who were a completely different person when they were with their homies, but he proved you wrong. The same man that held your hair and rubbed your back while you vomitted in his toilet(Yes, you remembered almost everything after a good nap), let you wear his clothes multiple times, tutored you, made sure you were comfortable at breakfast with is frat brothers, and you sometimes caught staring, just called you a bitch to his dumb 'friends.'

The idiot boys at the table were already having a riveting discussion about "loose vaginas" before Sukuna had joined them so you and Shoko already knew you'd be eavesdropping on the most sexist Sal's frat conversation you've ever heard. You just didn't expect Sukuna to stoop down to their level.

You were sort of pleased when he shut down their odd conversation calling their dicks small. The conversation somehow shifted to the most recent party weekend. That was when you were brought into the conversation. The frat dudes described you as a "bitchy straight-A, good girl virgin."

He tried to shut down the conversation with a scoff, but they just kept on going. They told him that someone at a darty saw you and Ryo walking out of the frat early in the morning. You allegedly entered his room the previous night, and people reported hearing curious noises from the hallway. Sukuna dismissed the gossip thankfully but then you heard him call you a "grade-A bitch" saying he would never sleep with you.

Shoko couldn't stand to hear anymore of the chatter and got up. "We don't need to listen to this bull," she mumbled grabbing your hand.

The two of you got up and had to walk past his booth anyway. So you turned to him, shitty matcha in hand and splashed it on his shirt as you spat, "I don't know who you think I am, but you don't get to say that shit about me. You want to see me be a bitch? I can show you a real grade-A bitch." You tossed the empty cup at the two frat guys and sashayed away with Shoko.

Suguru watched the whole exchange from the front door with his mouth hanging open. He was running late on his way to meet you both for lunch. He followed the two of you outside still in shock. "That was badass, _____. I'm proud," Shoko hummed.

"What the fuck happened in there? This is not the _____ I know," Suguru purred, throwing a hand over your shoulder. He whispered in low tone in your ear, "Do you need me to take care of him?" You felt Sukuna's eyes on you through the window. He stayed seated staring as he used the napkins to wipe his shirt. The two frat brothers scurried out of Sal's. "That bitch is fuckin' insane," they hollered loud enough for you to hear.

Sukuna's eyes stay trained on you. On Suguru's lips that lingered too close to your heated ears. He noticed the comfort you felt with Suguru's touch. How you never shuddered whenever he casually touched you. He looked beneath the slightly angered expression taking over your face, under the determination and found hurt. The pain you were feeling was dealt by him.

The three of you went to eat at the dining hall on rare occasion and texted Satoru redirecting him there as well. After everyone sat down with their questionable food and sat down at the table. Shoko finally cleared her throat. "Well, Satoru, you weren't there but, _____, totally poured her drink on Sukuna made a badass speech then left. I gotta ask though, why did you sleep with him? Suguru and I thought he was just going to clean you up and take you to your dorm," Shoko said.

"Hold on, you slept with Ryomen Sukuna?! And Toru, you let that happen?" Suguru asked.

"No no no, you're all confused. Though the rumors are true that _____, was spotted entering his room and leaving our house the next morning in his clothes with him doing a total walk of shame, he told us they didn't do anything. Right, _____?" Gojo defended.

"Well for starters, Sukuna and I did not sleep together. I just slept in his room aparently and vomited everywhere," you clarified.

Suguru asked, "Then why did you totally humiliate him at Sal's? And with that matcha?"

"Oof, not the matcha," Gojo interjected.

"Well when his idiot friends asked him about it, he totally threw me under the bus and called me a bitch so they would like him. I mean what is it with guys and acting completely different around their friends?" you asking picked at your fries.

"I will say I notice that Sukuna tends to care a little too much about his reputation at times," Gojo commented.

"But being romantically associated with _____ isn't a bad thing, no?" Suguru questioned, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

"Not at all. You're a good girl, _____. Always getting good grades and shit and top of your class. Never in trouble," Shoko listed.

"But maybe that's it. Maybe I'm so 'good' that I ruin his 'bad boy' image," you concluded.

"What do you mean image? That guy spends all day fucking around in his room, training, or going out to ominous places during the day," Toru said."

"Well, have you ever considered that said, ominous places are maybe, I don't know class?" you suggested a bit annoyed.

Satoru genuinely laughed at that. "Come on, it's Ryo, he's just—that's not his strongest quality."

"What's not his strongest quality?" you challenged.

"School. And being with someone who is good at school, will make him look bad."

"What's so bad about being good at school? What is it about being smart that makes you 'uncool.' I thought we let go of that dumb shit in high school," you said.

"Well, some people have images to keep up. It's how he survives socially," Shoko explained.

"And I don't?" you asked.

"Well, you kind of just stay locked in your room doing school work," Gojo started.

"And we're totally not saying this in a bad way, but we really like you. And we miss you, and we wish you didn't feel the pressure to study so much all the time," Shoko explained.

"I don't get you guys. I think I need to leave." You got up and walked out of the dining hall ignoring them calling out to you. You escaped to the only place that would make you feel comfortable. The library.

It seemed bad because your friends were just telling you that you study too much, but how is that even a thing? People who study all the time will always earn better grades. Sure, you were slipping in the ranks a bit recently and were no longer number one in any academic rankings. You now took second or third place, and that was because you partied and made yourself think that an idiot frat boy like Sukuna wanted you.

It was only after he called you a bitch you were able to take off your rose-tinted glasses. You saw him for what he was. A rude boy who was only ever good at math and needed to use his athleticism to get into college. A guy with anger issues, who probably got it from his deadbeat, drunkard of a mother.

So when he appeared at the glass door of the study room after you ignored his 'can we talk?' text, you opened the door and coldly stated, "Your name isn't on the sign-in so you can't come in.

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[coolprettyleo]

summer's day was starting off horrible.

first she missed her alarm and slept through her pilates class, so to make up for it she went on a run, where she tripped and fell, and then to top it all off she got a call from her councilor who advised her to take french, if she was going to go through with her studying abroad trip to france. meaning she had to drop one of her classes and replace it.

it just wasn't summers day and she was quick to see that.

she quickly went home and registered for the class to see it started in twenty minutes. the class was about a thirty minute walk from her apartment.

great.

she quickly freshened up and got her bag and dashed to class, trying to remember the fact that it was all going to be worth it when she met a rich man in France and they rode off into the sunset.

bitch u wish.

___

she walked through the doors of the building already running ten minutes late. she looked through the window of the class to see that there was no other than twenty five people in the class.

she opened the door and all eyes were immediately on her.

"and you are" a woman said, obviously displeased with the fact summer had interrupted her.

"rachel summers. I just registered like twenty minutes ago, so I don't know if it's in the system yet" she said when she saw the professor look confused.

"well. you can take a seat over there" she pointed to a seat that was next too-- no there than gabe perreault.

this day can't get any worse

she kept a straight face as she put her things down and listened to the professors lecture on their assignment.

"didn't know you were into french, rache'" gabe started.

summer ignored him not looking to make her day any worse and start the immature banter they seemed to always do.

"your ignoring me now? I guess praying really does work"

keep ignoring him

"is there something you two would like to share?" the professor called them out.

gabe stifled a laugh as summer turned red.

"no-- ma'm. i'm sorry" she got out as the professor hummed and kept on talking.

"so, as i was saying; whoever is to your left of you will be your partner for this assignment. exchange socials or emails or whatever and go from there. you are dismissed after!"

gabe is too the left of me

the class got to talking as gabe took a overly obnoxious breath.

"I guess you can't ignore me forever then...darn it" he said smiling.

"let's just get the assignment over with. here's my number" she said as she wrote a note and handed it to him.

"geez rachel. talk sweet to me at least, if your gonna give me your number-"

"don't" she said annoyed.

"don't what" he said faking innocence.

"just don't" she said as she packed up her things and he held his hands up.

"do you even know any french?" he asked standing up as well.

"no. but your not one to talk, I doubt you know any either"

"I beg to differ actually" he argued

"'bon appetite' does not count" she said sarcastically laughing at her own tease.

"I'm fluent, Rachel" he said seriously.

"yeah and im Canadian!"

"im canadien french. born in Quebec"

summer stayed quite for a moment seeing as she didn't know what to say to that

"new gabe lore? oh thank you so much" she said overly dramatic.

"ha ha." he said as he opened the door for her to walk out.

"are you going to the darty later" he asked. he would never say it out loud but he liked when summer would attend things.

it's not because I want her there though

gabe told himself.

"aww. missing me already?"

"is... rachel summers... flirting with me?"

"trust me, thats not me flirting" she said getting red once again.

"oh yeah" gabe said eyeing her. nodding his head as he held his chin up. obviously trying to look hot and he was one hundred percent succeeding.

"stop! doing that" summer told him.

"doing what"

"bye. I have to go" she said parting ways from him before she said something embarrassing.

"I'll see you later?" he yelled as she sped walk away.

"we'll see" she rolled her eyes smiling. feeling something she hadn't felt in a while.

you cant feel that way about him summer. I'm pretty sure he hates you.

she told herself, but oh how wrong she was.

meanwhile, gabe went home thinking about the blonde girl. the girl giving him a feeling he's never felt before. a feeling that gabe could feel forever and ever.

[scary-seashine]

For someone who loves to be alone...yet fears loneliness, Who love oceans yet scared of depth, Who Loves rain...yet doesn't like the gloominess it brings, Loves darkness...yet scared of it at the same time, Who Loves love....yet scared of heartbreaks, a dreamer...who prefers to live In reality, a innocent person who's familiar with every single darty joke, someone who believes both in punishment and redemption....A believer who doesn't believe.........I've two favorite deities. In fact the most dual gods of their respective pantheon. From greece.... it's:

• the god of healing, also the harbinger of plague.

• the god of art, poetry & music: by nature a dreamer but also the speaker of prophecy: the ultimate divine truth.

• God of light....yet famous to be associated with sudden death.

• soft hands play lyre like no other....also the most skilled archer along with his twin sister.

• the god & protector of youths....But with the wisdom of a experienced man.

• have masculinity and femininity at the same time. Athletic, proud and a skilled warrior.....also possess beauty, tenderness and is sensitive.

and from hinduism.... it's the 8th incarnation of the preserver......who's a:

• Preacher of detachment yet loves deeply.

• steals clothes for fun....also was the first one to stand up and save a woman's dignity, when her own husbands were standing silent to watch her disgrace

• advice to fight...yet teaches the importance of forgiveness.

• the most powerful and influential king of his generation, who gets scolded from his mother for stealing butter.

• Holds his flute 'Murali' in one hand, while the most lethal weapon of universe 'sudarshan chakra' in the other.

• smiles more than he speak....but his wrath is feared even by the Gods.

• bravest person who fought with Gods and mortals alike but also known as 'Ranchod' (one who abandon the battlefield)

• loves his family and community so much that endured many hardships to keep them safe and when they crossed the limit... he's the one who summoned the ending and drowned his beloved city and it's people..... including his family.

• famous for making rules....and breaking them at the same time.

• an embodiment of balance.....also famous for being partial to those who submits to him.

Side effects of being a Libra, i guess 😬😬

[nothingmatters----blog]

june 10

0 pushups (past 3 days)

i get it now.

i find her repulsive but i get it now

last night she got with a dude (figured) But reposted this shit from lolas story where shes walking with him so i have like 100000% evidence and i genuinely almost threw up

karma? yea

no luck any girls (figured)

am supposed to go to jacque darty today and run into alora but Nah cus she should have invited me wtf

anyway what do i get now? Yes i have been showing tooooo much interest. Forgot that i actually shouldnt be myself around her - or at least. IDK. idk. either way this whole thing is fucked up. wish i could go back in time

like i get it. im supposed to be my own person and have my own thing going for me and be getting with all these other girls and just have alora on my roster. i guess i really see what she means by no relationship - probably the reason behind her not texting me at all recently

mission alora: failed

had a wet dream last night. im a shell of a man

"why cant he just get with other girls" asked millie

idk millie why cant i? its a great question.

was told that getting with another girl would turn alora on..? Like wtf kind situation am i in rn

im not happy.

ive now been told twice that "everyone thinks im a slut" - cates group and susan

no one produced any evidence or who said it. this is like a sick fucking prank.

still dont really understand how ur supposed to fuck a girl at a party

need to hit the beach again to "rizz" cus that was at least entertaining

hoping she asks for me at said darty. reality of it: invited boy from last night. imagine i showed up and he was there - she'd probably choose him

[the-s1lly-corner]

spot comforting a reader who is self conscious on how they look? tysm

Spot comforting a self conscious reader

We writing tonight lads!!!

Going to take some elements from the previous post so heres to hoping it doesnt sound samesy!!

Tries to break your train of thought whenever he notices you go quiet and darty eyed, like showing general signs of unease

Sometimes it'll be... really awkward, though... anyways

OH BEFORE I FORGET

I know it doesn't totally fit with the ask but

Yk the meme where it's like

"He asked for no pickles!"

Usually in my head spot is the one who asked for no pickles

But just for you, he'll be the one fixing your order

Moving on

As mentioned in the previous post he'll just. Send anyone who's mean to you through a hole

Unless you tell him to stop otherwise he will (begrudgingly) stop, while mumbling about how they're the ones being rude

Resorts to talking back to them

And you know what?

When it comes to you something inside him just

Snaps

Like if he were standing up for himself he'd be making a fool of himself; stumbling over his words and making cringey remarks

But when hes depending you? It's like a switch flips

Like is this the same man you watched get his arm stuck in a vending machine

Side note hes the type to get his arm stuck in a vending machine idk why

Anyways

Yeah

Bonus if he gets REAL heated and his voice starts doing the distortion thing that happened when he started losing it on miles

Not as intense but the hints are there

OH

OKAY!

So I mentioned in another post or two that Jonathan is a cliche cheesy romantic sap; this carries over into his spot era

Bro will literally bump his face hole against your hands n cheeks while spouting how pretty and cool you are and how much he adores you

Constantly spoils you to try to mske you feel better

WILL bury you a pile of flowers

Unless your allergic, in such case he'll use candies or stuffed animals

Regardless of if you're self conscious over your appearance or personality, he WILL go on a ramble about every single little detail he loves about you

In his eyes you're an angel and he'll make sure you know that!

There has not been a single day where he didnt remind you of his love

Oh oh oh! But if you wanna do things that you think will make you more confident, he'll be your cheerleader!

Wanna pick up a new hobby? Try a new style? Hes gonna be there by your side and explore with you

Also it gives him the excuse to just hang out with you

Hes a lil clingy

Just a tad

.....a lot...

Buys (steals) things for you that he think will help

Really nothing much changes outside of his affection getting way more intense and him going extra EXTRA hard when defending you

[sciatu]

21 MARZO GIORNATA DEL RICORDO DELLE VITTIME DELLA MAFIA

Ricordare non basta. Quando ricordi è come quando ti viene fame, la mente manda un messaggio al corpo ed il corpo reagisce cercando quanto lo può saziare e dare forza. Lo stesso è per la memoria. Tu ricordi e devi provare fame, fame di giustizia e darti da fare per saziare la tua fame, trovando qualcosa che nutra la tua tua anima e risponda alla richiesta che ti ha fatto facendoti ricordare chi è morto. Chi è morto per te, per gli altri, per la tua terra che te e gli altri raccoglie e riassume. Devi quindi avere fame, alzarti e cercare qualcosa che ti sazi, armandoti della tua determinazione, della tua capacità di concepire il giusto e di ricercarlo. Perché essere buoni solo per esserlo, è inutile. Per questo noi non siamo angeli che sanno perdonare e dimenticare, ma uomini che ricordano e che da questo ricordo trovano la forza per cambiare il mondo. Per lottare. Perché la vita è una lotta. Nessuna storia degli uomini finisce come i cartoni animati, ma nel sangue e nella continua guerra tra chi rispetta gli altri e chi infierisce sui più deboli che non hanno colpa. Non importa se questi deboli sono una donna, un bambino, un uomo che ha una famiglia, uno stato che vuole seguire la sua strada o un imprenditore che deve dare lavoro a decine di famiglie. Per cui i più deboli hanno una sola scelta: lottare. Lottare contro chi uccide i migliori di loro o quelli che non hanno colpa, lottare uniti per difendere la propria libertà, la propria ricerca della felicità, la propria identità. I deboli, che siano uomini o donne. o migranti o emigranti, o senza scuole e laurea, o con una laurea ma senza un futuro, o quello che i benpensanti chiamano “diversi” a causa di chi amano, non devono credere che la pace sia l’unico desiderio che devono avere, l’unico scopo del loro impegno. La pace non basta, come solo ricordare non basta. Bisogna cancellare il desiderio del poter per il potere, l’egoismo che rende ciechi, la silenziosa e indifferente ubbidienza che ti rende schiavo, il  desiderio di supremazia che armò caino, la corruzione che prostituisce la tua anima, la volontà di uccidere per dimostrare quella potenza che ci fa sentire un dio. Ricordare non basta, non basta sventolare una bandiera, occorre prendersi per mano ed uniti affrontare il buio, l’odore della morte, il vento delle minacce, sapendo che la propria volontà al servizio della giustizia, della libertà, dell’indipendenza dal male, è invincibile.

MARCH 21 DAY OF REMEMBRANCE OF THE VICTIMS OF THE MAFIA

Remembering is not enough. When you remember it is like when you get hungry, the mind sends a message to the body and the body reacts by looking for what it can satiate and give strength. The same is for memory. You remember and you must feel hunger, hunger for justice and work hard to satiate your hunger, finding something that feeds your soul and responds to the request made by making you remember who died. Who died for you, for others, for your land that you and the others collects and summarizes. You must therefore be hungry, get up and look for something that satisfies you, arming yourself with your determination, with your ability to conceive the right and to seek it. Because being good just to be good is useless. This is why we are not angels who know how to forgive and forget, but men who remember and who from this memory find the strength to change the world. To fight. Because life is a struggle. No history of men ends like cartoons, but in the blood and in the continuous war between those who respect others and those who rage against the weakest who are not to blame. It does not matter if these weak people are a woman, a child, a man who has a family, a state that wants to follow his path or an entrepreneur who has to give work to dozens of families. So the weakest have only one choice: to fight. Fighting against those who kill the best of them or those who are not guilty, fighting together to defend their freedom, their pursuit of happiness, their own identity. The weak, whether they are men or women. or migrants or emigrants, or without schools and degrees, or with a degree but without a future, or what the right-thinking people call "different" because of who they love, they must not believe that peace is the only desire they must have, the sole purpose of their commitment. Peace is not enough, as just remembering is not enough. We must erase the desire for power for power, the selfishness that makes you blind, the silent and indifferent obedience that makes you a slave, the desire for supremacy that armed Cain, the corruption that prostitutes your soul, the will to kill to prove that power that makes us feel like a god. Remembering is not enough, waving a flag is not enough, one must take each other by the hand and face the darkness, the smell of death, the wind of threats, knowing that one's will at the service of justice, freedom, independence from evil, it is invincible.

[iamjustasalad]

Prosciutto x Reader: First sight (NSFW)

Cw:rough and unprotected sex, dirty talk, slut shaming.

You’re not really the someone to join parties, but it’s your friend’s birthday. You’re left with no other option than to join her, clubbing of course. “So...There’s this fucking...Idiot...He fucking broke up with me you got that y/n? He’s a piece of shit!” Anessa yelled. You chuckled. She’s been drinking for about an hour now, ranting about how her boyfriend broke up with her. “Anyways...I’ll just flirt around and...See you later.” You sighed and nodded.

You opened your phone, just scrolling on the internet while drinking some mild shots of wine. You plugged in your earphones and went silent, ignoring your entire surroundings as you listened to some music. For a moment you felt peace inside a bar.

Hours passed, Anessa didn’t come back. You didn’t notice her message about how a guy drove her home. You were left alone. But this was your first time out alone, so why not just enjoy yourself. A man with blonde hair suddenly popped in front of you. “Buonaserra bella. Are you alone?” He questioned.

“Oh uhmm...yeah. A friend just left a couple minutes ago.” You replied with a small smile.

“Do you drink?”

“Well not the strong ones. Maybe just wine.”

“Oh.” He respond. “Well that’s...kinda rare. Especially you’re here, in a club.”

“I’m not into alcohol really.” You respond with a chuckle.

“But you don’t mind if I buy you a drink?”

“Well yeah...Having someone to drink with wouldn’t hurt.” You both chuckled. He ordered two cocktails for the both of you. “I kinda like your attitude...Y/n l/n by the way.”

“I’m Prosciutto.” He introduced

Minutes...Hours passed by. You were a little tipsy, but you’re still on your right mind. “I’m sorry for letting you drink that much bella.” He apologized.

“Apology accepted Prosciutto.” You whispered. You suddenly lost your balance causing your head to fall over his bare chest. “I’m...I’m so-“ your words were cut off when his deep blue eyes met yours. Goddamn he looks so hot. Without a second thought, you slammed your lips against his. You thought he would be disgusted, you looked so desperate for his touch...But no. He pulled you closer. Deepening the kiss.

He suddenly pulled away, staring at you. “Lascia che ti dia un passaggio dolcezza.” He whispered. You nodded and followed him to his car. You sat beside him, while getting into some place you didn’t know about, you just stared at the window. You felt impatient, you slowly ran your hands in between his thighs, you can feel his bulge starting to grow in his pants. He’s so turned on by your touch...He’s turned on by a newly found stranger.

“Pros...” You whispered, a needy tone of voice. “I need you...Right now...Inside me...” You shamelessly confessed.

“Pazienza cara.” He respond. He finally parked his car in front of his apartment. You both went out, the moment the door slammed shut, you couldn’t wait anymore so you instantly kissed him once again. His kiss became rougher, he bit your lower lip demanding for entrance, and you happily obliged. His knees teasingly rubbed against your inner thigh, causing you to moan within the kiss. His soft lips against yours felt like heaven. Both of you pulled away, your tounge out. “Sei perfetto cara...” He whispered as he kissed you once again, removing his top in the process.

He slowly removed the dress you were wearing. “Sei fantastico bella.” He whispered, he started to plant kisses above your collarbone, enough to leave a dark mark. He groped your ass causing you to moan once again.

“A-Ahhh~ Prosciutto please...” You whined as you pulled him closer.

“Please what bellissima? Use your words.” He whispered as he teasingly bit your earlobes. He’s doing this way to sexy for you.

“J-Just fu- AH!” You didn’t have time to notice his hands moving in between your thighs, the only thing you knew is that his two fingers were already inside you, pumping in and out of your needy cunt.

“I can’t hear you bella.” He cooed. This is way too much teasing.

“F-fuck me d-daddy!” You moaned, even louder this time. He stopped. It felt like you said something you shouldn’t have.

“What did you just say?” He questioned. You went silent, afraid of what will happen next. He suddenly curled his fingers hitting your g spot. “I asked you a question puttana.” He growled.

“D-daddy~” You repeat.

“No need to cry.” He used his other hand to wipe the small tears falling from your eyes. “I don’t bite cara...not unless you told me to.” He whispered, he continued to suck on your bare skin as he scissored his fingers inside you. Your hips starts to move, meeting the movement of his fingers pumping inside you. You felt your nearing climax, causing your walls to clench around his thick fingers.

“Don’t. Cum.” He warned.

“B-But pros-“

“Who’s Prosciutto bella?”

“D-Daddy! Please let me cum!” You begged.

“Not until I tell you to. Now behave and listen to your daddy.” He pulled his fingers out of you. “Look how wet you are for your daddy...We barely even know each other.” You were trembling, your womanhood begging to get filled.

He carried you towards his bedroom. You can still feel his erection, you can tell he’s big. He let go of you. “What? Are you just going to sit there and look pretty?”

You knew what he meant. You got on your knees and undid his belt and pants. As soon as you pulled down his underwear, his huge cock slammed your cheeks. He’s already leaking pre-cum. Without any hesitation, you started kissing his tip. He rewarded you with a breathy groan. You started licking his shaft, so later it will be easier to take all of his member in.

You started sucking his large member, inch by inch. “P-puttana del cazzo...Prendendo il mio cazzo come la piccola porca che sei...” he groaned. He tangled one of his hands over your hair to forcefully bob your head, causing you to slightly gag. He fucked your mouth brutally. “You really like this don’t you? Having my cock shoved inside your mouth?” You just nodded. You can feel him twitching inside your mouth signaling his release. He came inside you, but before you could even spit his seed out, he growled. “Swallow.” He commanded, and you did.

He stared at you his eyes full of lust. He wiped of the excess from the side of your mouth. “Sei una brava ragazza... Per tuo padre.” He whispered as he threw you over the bed. “Dovrei darti la tua ricompensa dolcezza.” He pinned your hands down his bed, his one hand guiding the head of his cock through your entrance.

“D-daddy...”

“Hmmm? Is there something wrong?” He asked.

“I...I need you inside of me...P-please!”

“Because you asked so nicely.” In one swift motion, he’s already inside you. “F-fuck you’re so damn tight...” He groaned. He didn’t even give you a moment to adjust to his size. The good thing is he started with a painfully slow pace.

“P-pros! Aaaaah~ fuck!” You started clawing his back when he freed your hands. “Y-you fill me up so perfectly- mghhhh!” He silenced you with a rough kiss.

He suddenly hit your sweet spot causing you to arch your back and moan in between your heated kisses. He knew what he had to do. He started aiming for that spot and broke the kiss to focus. “You like...being fucked by your daddy huh?” He suddenly sped up his pace. Your moans filled his room. It felt so good you didn’t want it to end. Surely you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow morning.

“Daddydaddydaddy~! I think I’m going to...C-cum!” You exclaimed causing an evil grin to cross his face.

“Then cum all over my cock.” He replied, fucking you even harder this time. You came...But he’s not yet done with you.

With his loud grunts, his sweat dripped down your face. You felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck...I’m about to-“

“F-fill me up daddy!” You yelled pulling him closer.

He finished inside of you. Both of you remained like that for a few seconds before he fell beside you. “I...I didn’t hurt you that much did I?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

“No...” You respond. He gave a small kiss on your shoulder and sighed.

“I was just wondering...”

“What is it?”

“You wanna go out sometime?” You just nodded. “Good. Because from this day forward...You’re mine and mine alone.”

“Selfish.”

“I’m serious.” His short sentence made you blush. “Don’t worry. You can stay here for a while if you want. I don’t mind driving you home.”

“I’ll just take a bath?”

“Sure thing.”

Translations

Puttana del cazo: Fucking whore

prendendo il mio cazzo come la piccola porca che sei: Taking my cock like the little slut you are

sei una brava ragazza... Per tuo padre :You’re a good girl...for your daddy

Dovrei darti la tua ricompensa dolcezza: I should give you your reward sweetheart

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Hongjoong

Thank you to my best friend for making this moodboard. @kwanisms​ really out did herself by making every board for this series and I am so thankful for her.

“So, who will you choose?” 

Looking around, the logical choice in your mind was to choose the captain. He said he would make sure you were taken care of, right? Meeting his gaze, you mumbled his name and he gave you a smile and a nod after recovering from what looked to be a mild case of surprise. He offered his hand, pulled you up from the deck and immediately dropped your hand. You thought you had seen a small blush on his cheeks, and giggled at the possibility. He introduced you to the rest of the crew before having you follow him to his quarters. You moved to walk down the stairs to the lower deck, but Hongjoong’s hand on your wrist stopped you. He gave you a smile smirk and tipped his head to the left, “Captain stays up here.” Now, it was your turn to blush. Despite your love of the sea, you had never actually been on a ship as large as the Desire. Your ship only had the one bed below deck, so that was your first instinct.

Once the door to his quarters was opened, the flood of emotions hit you all at once. Your ship, the wonderful gift from your father, was gone. You tried to walk to the bed, but your knees buckled almost immediately. Hongjoong caught you quickly and helped you to the bed, asking if you were ok the entire way. You heard him, but you weren’t listening, thoughts racing before landing on your father’s necklace. Your hands flew up to your neck, finding the small golden chain easily and you breathed a sigh of relief. “Miss? Is everything alright?” the voice to your left asked again. “Y/N. Please call me Y/N. I’m alright, just a little shaken, I guess.” He nodded slowly before speaking up once more. “We found you floating on a barrel. What happened?” Slowly you recounted the events that led to you floating in the middle of the ocean. You could tell you that he was listening intently, he took a deep sigh once you had finished your tale. “Well, no more floating about for you. We’ll get your back to your port as soon as possible.” The words were said with a smile, but that didn’t make you feel much better. What was there to go back to really? 

Hongjoong had given you free reign of the ship, aside from the rest of the crew’s quarters, and you took that opportunity to get to know everyone. Seonghwa wasn’t much of a conversationalist, giving you a simple “I’m busy, go talk to someone else” even though he just seemed to be standing around. Yunho was in the galley preparing for dinner, he talked with you bit while he chopped vegetables, refusing your offer of help. Yeosang was another quiet one, just not as curt as Seonghwa, just preferring to focus on steering the ship in the right direction. San, Mingi and Wooyoung were all huddled together talking about three different things at the same time, which made the conversation hard for you to follow. Jongho was neither quiet nor talkative, he replied when you spoke, but offered no words first. You found yourself enjoying the company of the band of pirates, most of them anyway, Seonghwa would take some warming up to.

By the time you had talked with everyone, or at least tried to, Yunho had finished dinner. Hongjoong made sure that everyone was seated before anyone was allowed to dig in, serving you first and himself last. You could tell that he really cared for his crew, despite only knowing him for a few hours. Just from the way he looked at them when they spoke, watched them as they joked around, and even lightly scolded them when they went too far, you could tell that he loved them like brothers. It made you a bit jealous, they had a sense of family you had always wanted, and they weren’t even actually related. 

Once dinner was finished, the entire crew helped clean up including you, despite Hongjoong’s protests. You knew you were just here temporarily but you wanted to be useful, though you couldn’t help but wish you could you spend all of your days like this. Aside from your initial break down, you hadn’t felt sad all day, no thoughts of home. You thoroughly enjoyed the short amount of time you had spent here already, and knew you would miss it when you returned, which felt weird to you because you didn’t really know these men. 

You made your way to Hongjoong’s quarters, waiting for him before entering. Even though he had given you permission, it still felt rude to go into a person’s room without them being there, and you wanted to be as respectful as possible. You could see him on the other side of the deck talking to Wooyoung, and just waited patiently outside of his room. He strode over to you, chuckling lightly, “I told you that you could go in whenever you pleased, it’s your room for the time being.” You waved his words away before finally opening the door and stepping foot inside. Hongjoong followed you in, turning to the right immediately and stepped up to a small dresser. You sat on the bed and watched as he dug through the drawers, picking out clothing and setting them on top of the dresser. When he had gone through all the drawers, he handed you a long shirt and a pair of loose trousers, “It doesn’t really look like your style, but it’s something to sleep in at least, we can make a stop and get you some clothes of your own until we get you home.” You smiled and thanked him for the clothes, noticing he had many more cloth items in his hands and looked at him with slight confusion. “Oh, yeah. A lady should have her own room, so I’m going to bunk with Wooyoung for the time being.” He spoke as if it weren’t a big deal, but you felt otherwise. “I can’t let you leave your own room, that wouldn’t be right. I can sleep somewhere else, really.” but he silenced you with a firm shake of his head as he turned and walked to the door. “Rest well, Y/N. You’re welcome to find me when you wake. Goodnight.”

Being in the room alone made it feel colder somehow. The emotions that had hidden themselves throughout the day resurfaced suddenly. You lie there, sobbing quietly as you thought about the events that led you to that moment. You’re family didn’t even care if you were gone, you’d lost a precious gift from your father, you were in a strange new place with people you didn’t know and now you were completely alone. You sobbed for what felt like hours, hoping no one would hear you, until sleep overtook you.

You awoke to a light knocking on the door, straightened out your bed head and told whoever was on the other side to come in. Hongjoong’s head poked through the crack in the door with a smile plastered on its face. “Goodmorning, Y/N. Would you like breakfast or would you like to sleep a little more?” You wanted to stay in bed for a little longer, but the growl of your stomach made you reconsider, and you told the man, who was trying to hold back a laugh, that would would be out shortly. You quickly changed into the clothes that you had been wearing the day before, hoping that the captain had meant his words about getting you some new clothes. 

When you exited the room, the guys already had everything for breakfast already set up, everyone was already sat at the table and seemed to be waiting for you. Your heart swelled at the thought that you were already so accepted after only a day, but you dismissed that as wishful thinking and made your way to the table. Nestling yourself between Hongjoong and Yunho, who gave you a big smile and handed you a plate. You noticed that Hongjoong hadn’t sat at the head of the table last night, and here he was leaving that spot empty again, with your curiosity peaked, your mouth opened before you could stop it. “Why don’t you sit at the head of the table? Isn’t that what the person in charge is supposed to do?” The air around the table filled with muffled giggles and you felt that you had asked a silly question, but Hongjoong just put his hand over yours and gave you a smile. “I’m the captain, yes, but that doesn’t make me any different than anyone else here. Most decisions are made by a group discussion, not by me alone. We’re a family here.” His answer made you smile, but you still had that ping of jealousy, but you hid it and made sure he saw your smile. 

Hongjoong made the announcement that you would be stopping at a near by port to get you some clothes to wear. You were filled with happiness at getting your own clothes, but then you were hit with a realization. The nearest port was probably home, you weren’t ready to go back there. You made sure to smile and thank him for doing this for you, but you weren’t happy at all. You helped clean up, despite the guys trying to talk you out of it, trying to fight the falling feeling you had in your stomach. You paced around the deck nervously, giving the excuse that you were just excited to get some clothes when you were asked, until you saw buildings come into view and your stomach fully fell. It was home. Or the place you lived, never really felt like home. 

You watched as the ship was pulled up to port, and it took all of your willpower to not jump over board and swim away from port. You had always known that you hated you life here, but it took being away from it and on the sea for a few days to realize just how much. You thought, hoping that if you put your hair, which was always down, up in a bun that maybe no one would recognize you. All you had to stay away from your family’s stand and maybe you could pretend you had never been here before. Being dressing in Hongjoong’s clothes would definitely help. You thought you maybe able to pull this off. 

Hongjoong offered you his arm as soon as you stepped off the ship, which you happily took while trying to ignore the beat your heart missed. You noticed him stiffen slightly when you took hold of his arm, but you were too wrapped up in thoughts of if you would be recognized to wonder what that might be about. You held your breath as you stepped into the market square, eyes darting through the forms of people walking around you, looking for signs that they had realized who you were. 

The rest of the crew bumbled around the different stalls, looking at all of the different things for sell, while Hongjoong directed you to a stall with dresses hanging about. Looking at the saleslady’s face, you immediately pushed him in the direction of a stall with pants instead. The woman was named Mina and she was your neighbor, there was no way you could avoid her not knowing who you were. He gave you a confused look, and you just gave him a shrug and replied in the most neutral tone you could muster. “These pants are really comfortable, I’d like to have more.” He chuckled a bit and nodded, putting his hand around your waist to pull you closer so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd. You felt yourself smile at the new contact, and looked over to him to see a small blush on his cheeks. “Is that a blush I see, Captain?” you teased, not being able to resist, resulting in him giving a huff and nudging you with his shoulder. 

You had picked out a few pairs of pants and a few shirts, not wanting to put Hongjoong out too much since he had insisted on paying, and went to wait at the ship while he gathered the rest of the guys. The constant looking out to make sure you kept your cover was exhausting and you were really ready for it to be over. You knew that you would have to explain to Hongjoong one day, but today was not that day. If you could just make it until everyone got back and you all set sail, you could worry about your next step later. 

You had told Hongjoong you would wait by the ship, so you stood at the dock facing the ship, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Panic flooded your body, thoughts racing through all the people that could have recognized you and how you were going to get out of this situation. You turned around slowly and were met with an unfamiliar face. Before you stood a man much taller than you, skinny with blonde hair and glasses. Looking up at him, you quirked an eyebrow up, showing your confusion, but also letting him know that he had your attention. “What’s a lady doing out here all alone?” he spoke with a smirk, and a tone that made it seem like he was trying a little too hard to be threatening. Before you could form a reply, a slightly shorter man joined you and the unknown man. 

This man looked like something right out of your dreams. He was well built, jet black hair that fell into his eyes slightly. “Jae, what are you doing. I told you to head back to the ship” the dream man paused and turned to you, giving you a smile. “Hello there. And you are?” His smile, while beautiful, gave you a bad feeling. Like he was trying too hard to not seem threatening. Honestly, despite his beauty, you’d rather take your chances with the blonde one, Jae, than the dreamy one. Not wanting to be rude, or to anger him, you gave him your name and his smile grew, as did your uneasy feeling. “That is a very pretty name. Are you waiting for a ship to take you somewhere? We have room, maybe we could be of service.” 

Hongjoong and the rest of the crew came into view before you could reply, the captain calling out to you. “Y/N? Is everything ok?” You immediately felt better having seen the concern on his face, and moved towards him, wrapping your arm around his. You whispered that you didn’t know these men and you noticed him stand a little straighter, even though they were much larger than he was. Hongjoong nodded politely at the men, and asked them to step aside, which they did without a fuss, and the nine of you made way back onto the Desire. As the ship pulled away from the dock, you turned to see the men still standing there, the dark haired man’s eyes on you. You gave him a small smile, and turned away, not wanting to look at him for very long. 

The men watched you turned your back, Jae turning to walk off, stopping when he felt a hand grip his arm. “We’re following them.” Jae gave a confused look before responding to his captain.”Brian are you sure? We don’t even know them.” Brian turned to finally face him, glare prominent on his face. “Follow. Them.” Jae nodded as they both headed off to their own ship.

You had immediately went to Hongjoong’s room to change into your new clothes, happy to be in something that fit a little better than Hongjoong’s clothes. When you came back to the deck, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were off to one side, seemingly having a hushed conversation, Seonghwa’s eyes darting to you every once and a while. Not wanting to disturb, you walked over to where Yunho was standing with Yeosang, joining in on their conversation about what was for dinner, Yunho informing you that he would be preparing a nice stew before heading off to get started.

 Dinner was spent the same way it had been the previous night, you wedged between Yunho and Hongjoong, everyone laughing and talking amongst themselves. The only difference is that tonight Seonghwa seemed to only glare at you. He frequently glared at you, but this was different. In the middle of everyone’s conversation, Seonghwa stood up, grabbing everyone’s attention, and raised his eyebrow at you. “When were you planning to tell us that the port back there was your home?’ he paused a moment and continued when he noticed your wide eyes, “I heard some people talking in town about a girl that had been gone for a few days, they mentioned you by name.” his tone raised a little toward the end causing you to flinch slightly. 

Looking around you saw looks of suspicion on the faces of everyone at the table, Hongjoong staring at you, face a mix of anger and confusion. Seonghwa took the opportunity to throw his suspicions at you. “Did you get into trouble? Steal something? What?” shaking your head slowly, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes. “Explain.” Hongjoong spoke in a cold, quiet manner, and that hurt more than Seonghwa’s loud tone. Taking a deep breath, you stood and looked around the table and began. You told them about your father, about how your family treated you, and how you just meant to take a day trip when the storm hit. You told them how you didn’t say anything about your native port because it was a place of misery for you and how you didn’t want to go back. 

The air was quiet as everyone took in what you said, no one wanting to say anything. Hongjoong looked as if he were deep in thought, Seonghwa even had a small look of sadness.  Everyone had their heads down, a voice behind you causing them all to shoot up. “Such a sad story for such a beautiful lady.” You didn’t even need to turn around, the voice already causing a shiver down your back. Hongjoong moved to stand up quickly, but the arm snaking around your waist was quicker. Your body was snatched backword and flush with a chest, turning your head you saw the dark haired from earlier, big smile accompanying the uneasy feeling again. “Never did give you my name, it’s  Brian. And I don’t think I was around for yours, little lady.” He looked at you expectedly, but your mouth remained closed, causing a crease in his forehead. “That’s ok, we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other, little one.” 

Hongjoong had fully gotten to his feet and was staring at Brian with a fire you hadn’t yet seen from the sweet captain. “This is my ship and I suggest you take your hands off of her. She is a member of my crew.” Everyone turned to look at Hongjoong quickly, smiles forming on their faces before they dropped them and returned their attention to Brian, finally noticing the two men behind him. San was the first one to stand, the only one to not drop his smile, ready to attack. Hongjoong’s hand came up to stop him, and San kept still. “Sorry, no can do, small fry. See, I want this one and I’m really good at getting what I want.” You saw Hongjoong’s fists clench, as he weighed his options. A beat later, he gave a small smirk. “Captain’s duel. I challenge you.” Brian smiled, obviously very confident in his abilities, and agreed. 

He had handed you off to Jae, and though Jae was less intimidating, you’d still rather not be held captive at all. You had heard of captain’s duels, and you were really worried for Hongjoong, but when his eyes met yours, he gave you a smile and you returned it, giving your support. The men pulled out their swords, readying themselves. Seonghwa gave the order to begin, Brian rushing Hongjoong, only for the smaller man to stand his ground until the last minute, dodging to his left, nicking Brian with his sword with a flick of his wrist. Watching the men fight, you could tell that this was neither of their first duel, but you could also see that Hongjoong was vastly more agile and better skilled. Every time he dodged, Brian got a small nick, and you could see that the taller man was starting to get tired, and angry. Hongjoong had been using a pattern of dodes, when Brian charged again, he changed direction to the left, which was supposed to be next. Hongjoong hadn’t moved, instead watched as Brian swerved and then plunged the sword into Brian’s shoulder. 

Brian dropped his sword, hand flying up to his injured shoulder, eyes drifting to Honjoong, who stood their with a grin. Hongjoong dropped his own sword, eyes meeting Brian’s. “I’ll take Y/N back now.” He nodded to Seonghwa, who moved to take you from Jae’s hold. Jae let you go with no hestitation, and moved to Brian’s side. “Come on, let’s get you back to Wonpil so he can patch you up.” It was obvious the man didn’t want to leave, his eyes constantly drifting to you, before the crew formed a circle around you, Hongjoong at the front. Once, they made sure that the men were gone, he turned to check on you. “Are you ok? He didn’t harm you, did he?” You shook your head, saying you were physically fine, just shaken and tired. He gave you a nod and wrapped his arm around your waist and directed you towards his room. 

Once inside, your knees buckled and Hongjoong caught you and carried you to the bed, placing you on it gently. He grabbed your hand and asked again if you were ok, and you said you were, smile on your face. The two of you sat hand in hand in silence for a few moments before you got the courage to speak. “Did you mean it? Am I a part of the crew?” Hongjoong smiled and brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. “If you’d like to be. The guys really like you. And so do I” You gave a giant smile and flew into him, arms wrapping around his neck, squeezing him tightly. He chuckled and pressed a kiss into your hair. 

After a few minutes, he moved to get up to let you get some sleep. You didn’t let him get far, grabbing his wrist, and tugging slightly. “Do you think you could stay with me tonight?” He gave you a soft smile, and turned back to you, kicking off his boots. He climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around you. You lifted your head to give him a smile and thank him, right as you moved to open your mouth, his lips crashed into yours. It was a quick kiss but he pulled away a little flushed. “Sorry. I thought I should do that while I had the courage.” he said kind of half laughing and rubbing his neck. Your only reply was to give another quick kiss and snuggle into his chest.

You awoke the next morning still encased in a still asleep Hongjoong’s arms. You stretched you neck to press kisses along his jaw and neck and watched him slowly stir into consciousness. He immediately gave you a smile and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The two of you walked out, hand in hand and getting many whoops and hollers from the rest of the guys, and took your places at the table for breakfast. The meal was full of laughter and even an apology from Seonghwa, which you accepted with a smile. Reaching up to grab your necklace, you smiled even bigger. You had the family you had always wanted, and you were sure you father would be happy for you. 

After eating, you and Hongjoong walked around the deck just talking, him making sure you were feeling ok still, and you telling him that you were.He stopped by the edge, looking over the water before turning to you. “Where would you like to go, my dear?” he asked you quietly but with a smile. You thought it about it only briefly before replying. “Everywhere.”

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A yordle adventure - Chapter 1

A yordle adventure, a League of Legends Fanfic. Chapter 1.

Hey! It’s @rosegoldmagnum’s birthday today!! So I decided to upload the first chapter of this story that's been lying around my computer unfinished for a while now and dedicate it to her since she liked it! Not only is her art really good, she's also an amazing person ❤ So go wish her a happy birthday and follow her on tumblr and twitter! Happy birthday hun! I hope you like my little gift to you :)

Summary: Rumble, Tristana, Teemo, Heimerdinger, Lulu and Veigar go on the adventure of their lifetimes!

Characters: Rumble, Ziggs, Tristana, Teemo, Heimerdinger, Lulu, Veigar

Rating: Teen and up

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I pulled my gloves off with my teeth and got up to look around me.

“It’s perfect. No mechanical failures. Fuel tank’s full, everything’s ready. We can leave.”

The other yordles started cheering in excitement and mounted the ship as quickly as they could. I watched them as I grabbed my tool box from the floor and followed them into what would be my home for the next few months.

I sighed as I watched them place their last remaining things in their rooms before I went to mine. Everything was untouched. The bed was made, the white linen nearly too bright in comparison with the rest of the room. The clothing I had chosen had been already put in the wardrobe and my gadgets and personal stuff had been placed around the room, maybe to make me feel more at ease, more at home.

I sat down and put my head in my hands. We’d leave soon and I didn’t know how that made me feel. I laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. The alarm stood there, staring right back at me. During my training, I’d had to live with that infernal thing waking me up at random hours in the middle of the night, to prepare me in case there was an emergency on board the ship.

That’s the reason why I was the only one sleeping alone. No bunkbed. No roommate. All alone. Just as it has always been, I thought, taking a long breath and finally getting up, as I heard footsteps approaching.

“Hey, Rumble. You all set?” Tristana asked, poking her head around the door.

“Yeah, you?”

“Everyone’s ready. It’s time to say our goodbyes and then take off. You wouldn’t wanna miss me pilot this baby, huh?” She opened the door for me and started walking in front. I’m positive I saw her wiggle her hips as she did, which made me frown.

I’d stopped having feelings for Tristana.

I don’t want this sounding weird, but it’s probably the best thing that’s happened to me since joining the League. No love, no regret, no jealousy, no sleepless nights thinking about her, no pathetic, stupid feelings.

She knew it, as well, which was just as good. It meant occasional teasing, but at least we were back to being friends.

I nearly ran after her, noticing I was the last one to get off the ship. Some of the League champions were there to send us off. I spotted Ziggs, who quickly came up to hug me tightly.

“Oh, Rumble, man, I’m gonna miss ya, buddy!” He grunted, squeezing me a little too much for a little too long.

I wheezed and he realised I needed to breathe.

“Oh, yeah, heh, heh, sorry.” He let me go and I smiled at him, air finally in my lungs again.

“Imma miss you too, bud.”

“But you’ll have a blast!” He screamed, not controlling the tone of his voice due to his excitement. He started laughing nervously after that but was quickly pulled into a hug by Tristana.

“Ziggs! See ya soon, you rascal!”

“See you too, Trist! You’re going to make a fine captain, and an even better pilot!” My best friend then saw my face. “Oh, and make sure Heimy is extra nauseous, please! Just for our enjoyment.”

“You won’t even be there, silly! Anyway, I’m going to say my goodbyes to the rest of the champs, have fun Ziggs and good luck with the matches!”

“You too, Tristana! Have a safe journey!”

They hugged one last time as I watched and then his gaze finally returned to me.

“I really hope you were on this trip with me.” I muttered, trying to make my voice not sound too sad.

“Yeah, I know. They probably thought I was too dangerous or something.”

“Ziggs, you’re a fire hazard.”

“No, I’m the bomb!”

“Which is equally scary.”

The two of us laughed, sharing what would be our last moments together in months. Slowly the laughter died down and I looked at my paws, embarrassed.

“I’m going to be stuck alone with Darty and Afro-for-Brains without you, Ziggs.”

“And I’m going to be stuck alone with Jinx the maniac without you, buddy. But you’ll be having tons of fun on that ship, just you wait! You might score…” He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.

“I told you I don’t li-!”

He cut me off. “Yeah, yeah, you don’t like her anymore. There’s another chick on board, dude. And you never know. Months stuck together, anything can happen!” He nudged me slightly and shot me a full toothed grin at me.

“Ziggs!” I grunted, narrowing my eyes.

“I was just joking Rumble! Anyway, you try to have fun, okay?”

“Okay.” I said, smiling at him. He’d actually made me feel better without knowing it. “Hey Ziggs, can I ask a favour?”

“You want me to take care of Tristy for you, right?”

“Right. You don’t mind?”

“Nope. I’ll just check on her from time to time. Make sure she’s got enough oil and she’s running about in her wheel.”

“Ziiiiiiggs!” I whined, but laughed with him, rubbing my knuckles against his head tenderly.

An alarm went off, similar to the one that woke me up every day and my ears twitched.

“Alright crew! Everyone on the ship now!” Tristana yelled and I pulled Ziggs into our last hug.

We said goodbye and I smiled at him. He grinned back, waving energetically.

“If I don’t come back, burn all my stuff!” I yelled to him as I entered the ship and my view of him was blocked by Lulu, who prevented me from being able to have a look at his face after my comment.

“Crew check!” Tristana smiled as we formed a line in front of her. She walked, naming our ranks and nodding at us. “Scout. Head Scientist. On board Mechanic. Healer. Ahm.” She stopped at Veigar. “Guest?”

“You FOOL!” He screamed back, his yellow eyes more menacing than before, shinning brighter somehow. “How DARE you insult me?”

“But Vei-Vei! She didn’t insult you!” Lulu started waving her hands in front of the other yordle, as if trying to protect the captain from the rage of the one with the hat.

“Do NOT call me Vei-Vei!” He screeched and they both run away, the female yordle following him as he entered his room.

Maybe I should go back a few months, when the project was first thought of. Teemo had been on one of his missions when he’d found a map with directions to a land where only small creatures could go to. For some reason, the League Tribunal were all over it and decided they could make millions with this opportunity. So, they assigned me, Rumble, to be the Head Mechanic, gave me ten yordles to work with me and we started building this ship. And I mean, as big as this project was to my career, it was no Tristy. And there’s nothing in this world like my mech. Tristy will always be my baby, even after she got destroyed and I had to make Tristy 2.0, who will always be my baby as well.

Anyway, I set to work, and you know what, with nearly limitless funds you can make a decent ship. It pained me to admit there was a huge difference between my scrapyard mech and the biggest thing I’ve ever seen yordles build. And you know the best bit? It was all me! The blueprints? Mine. The ideas for the material? Also mine. I knew all her secrets, her little weaknesses (yeah, she had some) and the little touches I’d made for her, like the weapons I had added to her kit.

Yeah, she was a Rumble design alright.

But, I was also assigned to be the on board mechanic. Just in case something went wrong. Which, you know, was good. I’d have something else to do and I would be doing what I like best. But, on the other hand, it meant dealing with Teemo and Heimerdinger all day long, for who knows how long, as they’d been assigned Chief Scouter and Head Scientist respectively. I still huff at the decision. On a side – but good – note I’d been assigned Scientist as well, so my decisions were also relevant, so it wasn’t all bad.

But, for some strange reason, one day, we were told Veigar would be on the mission too. I had to plan an extra space for Heimerdinger, as the other members in the ship weren’t comfortable with the Tiny Master of Evil being unsupervised and Teemo was made his bunkbed roommate. Ironic, huh?

Lulu was also there mostly for him, just in case. But the League Tribunal had really insisted on having him on the expedition. They told us in secret that he was a valuable asset if something were to happen and that he’d been in the League for years and nothing had happened. But some of us still weren’t convinced, and for once, I agreed with Teemo: something was going on.

So, Lulu and Tristana shared a room, Teemo and Veigar another, Heirmendinger had to sleep in a bed I’d added to his on-board lab and I had my own quarters to myself.

“I mean, he is kinda like a guest” Whispered Teemo, smiling faintly at Tristana. “Don’t worry about it Trist, he’ll get over it.”

The Gunner grinned back at him and hurried to the control panel.

“Alright everyone! Hold on tight!” She sat down and put her seatbelt on. She started flicking switches on and then hit the clutch and accelerator. The noise of the engine purred, making the hair on the back of my head stand up. “We’re gonna LIFT OFF!”

She was a bit unstable as we took off, but soon enough she was soaring high in the sky, making me extremely proud of my ship. I smiled for a good ten minutes while the other yordles were still getting used to it.

Finally, Tristana was able to switch the autopilot on and she hopped out of her seat, a broad smile on her lips as she addressed me.

“Rumble, this baby’s incredible!” Her hand rested on my shoulder and our gaze met. I felt all warm and fuzzy for a few seconds before she removed her paw and looked at the rest of the crew, well, the ones that were still at the cockpit. I couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that Heirmendinger had waddled off, possibly to be sick.

All the yordles were summoned and the Captain started talking.

“Anyway, we’ve been over this a thousand times before we left, but let’s go over the rules once more.” Tristana said, eyeing each of us. I noticed she avoided looking at Veigar.

“Whose turn is it to cook first?”

“Oh, mine! Mine!” Lulu giggled, raising her hand in the air. “I’m going to make purple lasagne!”

I stared at her in disgust as she laughed and clapped enthusiastically.

“We might change the cooking turns…” I heard Tristana mutter, looking down at her papers.

“And then it’s my turn to wash up.” Teemo piped in.

“I cook dinner tonight.” I cracked the joints of my paws as I said it and Heimendinger looked at me in disgust.

“I wash up.” The Scientist spoke, his eyes still on me. We shared a gaze of mutual hatred for half a second, before he turned to look at the Captain.

“Good. Nice to hear you all know your chores. I will be hanging the ‘Chore Chart’ in the cockpit for the next few weeks. Are we clear?” She asked.

We all muttered in agreement and we proceeded to the next order of the day. The morning went on like this for quite some time, before Lulu had to leave to make lunch.

“Pix is helping!” She yelled as she left the table.

Veigar groaned, his heavy gauntlet hitting his face. He made a weird snort-like sound as we all looked at him.

“Is this really necessary?” He screeched.

“Yeah.” Tristana answered. Her voice had lowered significantly, as if she was trying to sound menacing or authoritarian. “We need to have rules in order to live properly. I know there’s some rivalry on this ship, and the fact that we’re all League champions doesn’t help. But if you don’t want to be abandoned in the middle of nowhere, I suggest you follow them all.”

The Tiny Master of Evil sighed, his gauntlets moving to support his head as he placed it on them.

“Fine. I’ll do the awful chores. But don’t expect me to be nice. Or to get along.”

“Do your fucking best, Veigar. I don’t want anyone upset because of you. We are going to have to live along and you are not going to ruin it for anyone. You do, and you miss out on the great adventure.”

His eyes sparkled slightly as she said those last words and he decided he wasn’t going to provide a snarky remark.

Lunch was purple lasagne. I was hoping it had been a joke, but Lulu placed my plate in front of me, a giant smile on her face. I prodded at it with my fork, noticing no one else – besides the cook – had dared touch their food. The female yordle was currently enjoying her meal, squealing happily with each mouthful and encouraging us to eat.

“Are we going to die?” I asked, lifting the purple mix so I could eye it better.

“Enough. It can’t possibly be that bad.” Veigar said, finally gathering enough courage to eat a small mouthful of the dish Lulu had prepared. We all watched in disbelief as he munched it unenthusiastically until he swallowed.

“Yeah, I don’t think this’ll kill us.” He muttered. “It’s actually decent.”

“Of course it is, Veigy!” Lulu screamed in delight as she watched the rest of us deciding to finally eat her meal. “It’s just normal lasagne that Pix made look purple.”

“You could’ve said that earlier…” Tristana murmured, stuffing a mouthful of the dish into her maw.

“DON’T CALL ME VEIGY EITHER!” The Tiny Master said, slamming his gauntlets on the table.

“Oh, Vei-Vei! I’m so happy you were the first one to try it! It means you actually do trust me!” Lulu squealed and everyone suddenly stopped eating, noticing that what she had said was surprisingly true.

“Shut up.” Veigar muttered, prodding the lasagne lazily.

We were all uncomfortably silent the rest of the meal, as no one wanted to pipe in or question what was going on between those two.

Lulu finished her meal first but waited until Veigar did too. She followed him when he left the table, much to his unhappiness.

“Leave me alone! Stop following me!”

“But it’s fun to be with Veigar!” She screamed, trying to get him to hold her hand.

“NO IT ISN’T! Go away or I’ll cast a spell on you!”

“Oh! What kind of spell? Can I help?”

The last thing we heard were a whole lot of swearing words followed by a long sigh.

“So, what’s the deal between those two?” Tristana asked, looking at me with that twisted smile that meant mischief. I couldn’t help myself and grinned back.

“Something is definitely up.” I answered, drumming my fingers against the table.

“I just don’t get why she likes him.” Groaned Teemo, his face scrunched up in disgust.

“You actually think she likes that… pathetic excuse of a yordle?” Asked Heimerdinger. He looked amused, as if he could actually express emotions.

“Oh, yeah, Lulu likes likes him.” I said, my voice a low purr. “If you know what I mean.”

“Because Rumble knows what females like.” Tristana remarked, a sly smirk spreading on her face as she looked at me, an eyebrow raised. So, we were going to play this game, huh.

“Oh, she doesn’t like Veigar? I bet she wants to kiss him, to say the least. Or maybe they have already!” I grinned back, making it look like Trist’s first comment hadn’t got to me.

“I think she likes him.” Teemo weighed in. “Like like.”

“Why does Veigar put up with that halfwit?” Heimerdinger muttered, sounding as if he was mostly speaking to himself.

“Maybe he likes her back!” Tristana said.

“Because now you know what males like.” I smirked at her and she stuck her tongue out at me.

“I don’t think Veigar’s capable of liking anyone.” Teemo answered. “Or anything, for that matter.”

“I don’t think he likes her back.” Heimerdinger commented.

“I personally think he just enjoys the attention.” I yawned and got up. “Hey, Trist, I almost forgot, I wanna show you something.”

“Ahm, what is it?”

“Come with me to the cockpit.”

She nodded and followed me. Once there I marvelled slightly at my lovely design. She looked at me, her head tilted to one side.

“I gave this baby voice recognition!” I finally said and her eyebrows lifted in amazement.

“Oh, cool!” She giggled. “Hello ship? This is Tristana speaking.”

“You’ve got to push this red button here and then say your name. But wait!” I had to hold her hand back, she was so eager to press it. “Let me tell you the functions it has first.”

I spent about three minutes showing her how to use it and when she finally could she was incredibly keen to try it. She sat down on her seat, held the controls with one hand and pressed the button with a finger of the other.

“Tristana!” She nearly screamed in excitement.

“Hello Tristana.” The female voice responded, sending a chill down my spine.

“Give me manual control, please”

“Granted.” The voice answered and the ship slowed considerably, before Trist got it going again.

“So coooool!” She cheered, manoeuvring the ship left and right, throwing me off balance slightly. “Tell me the temperature of the ship.”

I decided to let her play with her new found toy, so I left for my room.

So far, it hadn’t been a bad first day. But there was still time for it to all go really, really badly.

[cyan-eyes-and-cyanide]

So my dad is not an animal person at all. He grew up in a third-world country and holds the firm belief that Americans are slaves to our pets, so he’s never understood why I felt the need to adopt my cat when I moved into my own place last summer. (The idea of a human cleaning a litter box is his number one piece of evidence as to my apparent slavery.)

While he’s over at my house, I shoo my kitty into my room whenever I have to leave or when I’m going to take a shower, etc., so she doesn’t hop up on the furniture or get in his way. She’s pretty well-behaved when I’m in the room, but likes to see what she can get away with around other people and my father is not a man you want to test if you’re a cat...

Well, this morning, I was about to shower and was following her darty little ass all over the living room for a minute, trying to get her into my room, when suddenly my dad said, in his very thick accent, “Leave her lone. She is have fun running in de big house. She’s not bother me.”

Maybe he’s softening a little bit, who knows?

[closetdores]

Drama really is for the Gays Part 16

The hat was godawful

Like we couldn’t even see d’artagnan’s face

And everyone agreed it was SO bad

The father was gone

Then the actor who plays the mother was all like

“Whomst the fcuk is smackign my butt”

Treville’s actor and d’artaganan’s arguing about if d’art has a pistol yet “it literally says you’ve never fired a musket”

“Thats so true” *hands gun away*

Arguing about how its not a musket

D’art has never fired a musket, but a pistol…?

“Give me the gun back”

Stage manager was s o happy when the satchel was revealed as a costume piece and not a prop so it was not her domain

The stage manager yells about being careful with props

Drops a prop

Mood is stage manager yelling love you!” frustratedly as our costume director

Ffff the costume director yelled it back

“I’ve lost the one eyed man”

“Ive lost the man”

“Ive lost my mans”

“I lost the… dude”

“Thanks to you, I lost the thieving man.”

The my man comments oof

#d’artagnanisbi2018

D’art is so s a s s y ohmy G O D

“The young woman does not want to speak with you”

“And if i were you, I wouldnt tell me what to do”

Darty ended a scene with a line from my scene and i got so c o n c e r n e d that i missed my queue??? Like???? Josh thats not the line?????????????/

The stage manager was trying to spike tape

The king’s actor tried to help but couldnt r e a c h

SM was all “nonono i got it”

The queen’s actor  thought she was crying so she went “its okay sweetie”

The costume designer just fake made out with milady and im l i v i n g (they are both female btw, so it was gr8 and now i want bi milady but shes straight tbh)

“You need to get rid of the little girls” as the cardinal is wrapped around the queen

Stop making it seem like they have children and need to get rid of them

Ewwwwww the cardinal looks like such a sleazeball like he slapped an ensemble characters butt (for the show chill) and he was slouching and manspreading in his chair eewewewewewewewewewewew

Our assistant stage manager and audio person (we'll call him Zoom, son of Car) was v v v sassy

our SM asked him to do something and he imitated her like

"oh, Zoom do this, Zoom do that”

Olhfiboe;nbgj

Our stage manager was telling people to be quiet and he’s all

“Quiet in the stage manager’s corner”

The duke of buckingham just like fell over

“Karma bc he was talking earlier”

And said that there was something going through his foot

I h2g thought he was actually crying

Like ER crying

And then our SM got up and r a n

And he was faking it so she went and chased him around the theatre

And like we were scared then we were dying

The director just said the f word

Im like

Shoot

Someone almost hit her and another actor with a sword and she shrieked

And then went

“It’s not fucking funny!”

Hhhhh

Why is today so instense

Dart is describing the ointment like drugs ffff

[kayleepetey]

Hic Sunt Dracones: Chapter 2: Into the Breach

Hello, readers! I’m so sorry I’ve been so absent, real life has been a mad house. Work had me running around like crazy, then my mother and I had to move me, and I immediately thereafter started law school. I’m heading into finals, but with the bit of time off from Thanksgiving I was able to finally finish this chapter and I wanted to post it since it was supposed to be a birthday gift for @agentsassydirewolf way back in August, plus for a Thanksgiving gifty, and for Olicity Week. So, it’s long, but not a lot of action, sorry for that. But I hope it’s still good! Happy Thanksgiving! :-D

 To my dear dartie, Sassy, you are just the BEST and I’m sorry this took so long to finish!!!! ;-*

Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow, Constantine, or Flash, they are the property of CW, WB, DC, Berlanti, etc. No profit is being made off of the production of this work.

Fandom: Arrow, Constantine

Pairing: Oliver/Felicity, Olicity

Chapter Summary: You’d think that finding someone in their  own mind would be a piece of cake… Yeah, right.

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 Into the Breach

 You’d think that finding someone in their  own mind would be a piece of cake…

 Yeah, right.

 Felicity and Constantine had been tromping through the jungles of faux-Lian Yu for what felt like hours—though according to the Dark Arts Master the passage of time is deceptive in the “mindscape”.  Also,  nothing  was where she remembered it to be from her two, admittedly brief, forays onto the island; she was so turned around and utterly confused.  Constantine had explained that in part it was Oliver’s mind protecting itself from invaders, by making the familiar landscapes more like a labyrinth so that the parts he wanted to keep safe were harder to find. Also in part it was simply that a person’s mind will place locations in positions that, while not geographically correct, made sense to them and connected in their mind, and that sizes and distances will be thrown off by the person’s perceptions of them.  The explanation rang bells, reminding Felicity of the episode of Fringe where they went into Olivia’s mind—the mirroring of the situation was not lost on her: Oliver. Olivia. She'd almost find it funny if she wasn't so damn terrified of losing Oliver to this...thing forever.

 The eerie silence around them, not a  single bird chirping, along with the shadowed and ominous forest was  truly disconcerting.  And while they did not see a  single  person, there was this eerie, undeniable feeling of being watched, as if eyes stared at them from every shadowed, veiled corner of the forest.  While this might be Oliver’s mind, it didn’t feel…right to Felicity, it didn’t truly  feel  like the man she loved, it was so blindingly obvious that something was  wrong.  Like Oliver was  here but something else had   infected  his mind, something  else had taken over, but the emerald archer was still trying to hold on. If only they could find  where  he was.

 "Everything looks the same.  I mean it all looked the same in real life, but now it looks even more...same...ish." Felicity spun as she walked—admittedly probably not the best idea, a point reinforced when she stumbled and nearly fell but managed to keep her feet—taking in their surroundings. "How are we supposed to find him? Especially  when everything looks the same?"

 "That's up to you, love."

 She rolled her eyes, glaring at Constantine's back. "You keep  saying  that. You're real specific on the how, but not so much on the how  to  do." Because Felicity had been looking down at that moment to watch her footing over a log she didn't realize Constantine had stopped, and she ran into his back, letting out a soft "oof."

 "Well, love, I think you've gotten it started at least." He was looking out ahead of them, somewhere she couldn't see from behind his back. "Unless you think  he's  really here for me?"

 Felicity leaned around him to see who he was referring to.

 Al Sah-him.

 Her breath caught in her chest. She could  feel the menace, evil, and utter cruelty rolling off of the tall, dark figure. Even though his hood was drawn up, the mask was on, and his eyes were completely obscured, Felicity  knew  he was looking  right at her.

 Fuck.

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 Felicity wondered how she could begin to tire from running when she didn't have a body. How was that a thing?! She and Constantine were running as fast as they could through the foliage—praying she didn't step on an Oliver-mind-version of a landmine—persistently hunted by the shadowy figure just behind them, shooting black arrows and swiping his sword when he got close enough. She had  never  dreamed that Oliver's fighting skills would be turned on herself, certainly not in a mindscape.

 Finally they ran out of space to run, a sheer cliff rising up around them, caging them in.

 "Fuck!" Constantine slapped the rock of the cliff-face, as if looking for a way through—not unreasonable, Felicity would realize when she had time to think about it, when considering they were in a non-corporeal mindscape—to no avail.

 They both spun to face their advancing attacker.

 "Love, any sort of help you could get him to give us would be much appreciated." Constantine kept a weather eye on the dark figure while also trying to find something that could help them against him.

 "What the  hell  am  I  supposed to do?!" Felicity hissed, her back pressed against the rock alongside his; eyes never leaving the twisted, dark version of the love of her life.

 The dark arts "master" was digging around in his pockets. "You're  his fucking girl! Let him bloody well  know  you need his help!" He pulled out a lighter and a flask; he began pouring some of the alcohol over his hands.

 The tech-genius let her head momentarily fall back against the wall, eyes staring at the sky...which was the  exact blue of Oliver's eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment, holding onto that vibrant blue, drawing on the memory of Oliver gazing at her with such utter  breathless  adoration while he made love to her. Felicity clung to that image before opening her eyes and returning her gaze to the  creature  before them. Just as Al Sah-him raised his sword, angled to strike off her head, she took a deep breath, swearing  she could smell  Oliver, and slowly releasing it, breathing his name. "Oliver."

 The sword whooshed through the air towards her naked neck.

 The whistle was the only warning before a green arrow buried itself in Al Sah-him's sword-arm shoulder.

 Felicity whipped around, searching in the direction from which the arrow had come, she thought she might've seen a green hood ducking behind a rock, but she couldn't be sure.

 A hiss of pain escaped the figure and he drew back.

 "Nicely done, love," Constantine muttered to her as he flipped his lighter open.

 Felicity turned back, just in time to see Al Sah-him rip the arrow out of his shoulder and casually toss it aside. She backed up further against the rock face, eyes wide. “Yeah, it helped…for all of  ten  seconds.”

 “Ten seconds that we didn’t have before,” he countered easily. “Time enough for me to do  this.” Flicking the lighter on Constantine ignited the alcohol on his hands, drawing one hand back and then throwing  a  fucking  fire ball  at the dark figure.

 Al Sah-him ducked the ball, and rolled out of the way of the second one Constantine immediately threw, the minute pause between that and Brit’s next throw was just long enough for the assassin to draw back, aim and fire an arrow.

 It all happened so fast Felicity only had a heartbeat long enough to realize that the black projectile was aimed right at  her. She instinctively tried to step back, even though she was already pressed against the rock behind her—

 And fell  through the rock.

 “Oof!” The breath whooshed out of Felicity as she landed flat on her back…staring up at a pristine white ceiling, perfectly coifed with rich mahogany crown molding. Once she’d caught her breath she slowly sat up, looking around her at the antique wood paneled walls; her fingers sunk into the decadently thick, Oriental rug that ran as far as she could see down the eerily familiar hall.

 It was Queen Manor. Specifically the upstairs hallway in the “family wing”—how had her life come to where she was friends with people who lived in houses with  wings?!

 Felicity pushed herself to her feet, eyes scanning around her for any sign of Al Sah-him, but the dark-clad assassin was nowhere to be seen. In fact, for the first time since entering Oliver’s mind, it actually felt  wholly and entirely  like Oliver, as if the  taint  hadn’t reached this place.

 “Oliver?” she couldn’t help calling out; it felt like he was truly, literally surrounding her, like the rare occasions where he’d hugged her, when he’d held her on the zipline, clung to her as they swung across the elevator shaft, and the one time he’d carried her during Slade’s attack on Starling. There was no audible answer, but then Felicity felt something brush past her and she whipped around, calling his name again. “Oliver!” But no one was there, instead she was faced with one of the many dark wood doors that lined the hallway. Her brow furrowed slightly at the feeling that she was being urged toward that door; she clasped the handle.

 Before Felicity could open it the memory of Constantine popped into her mind—how had she forgotten about the man trying to help her save Oliver?!—she looked back around her, trying to find the snarky Brit, but there truly was no one else there. She bit her lip, torn; she was worried about Constantine, but the need to go in that room and look for Oliver was overwhelming.

 “Felicity…”

 Her head snapped back to the door, that was Oliver’s voice, she had  no  doubt, even though it was just a breath, like wind, she  knew that it was Oliver who had called to her. Felicity right then decided that since she had no idea how to find Constantine, but it felt like Oliver was  so  close, who better to find Constantine in Oliver’s mind than Oliver himself?

 Finally decided on her course of action—and perhaps ignoring a little voice in the back of her mind saying that her reasoning for wanting to find Oliver first was much less altruistic than she was making out—Felicity turned the doorknob and pushed it inward, cautiously peeking around the edge of the wood—this  was  Oliver’s mind and it had already proven to be a dangerous place.

 The room was  definitely  not one in Queen Manor, the building itself bordering on run-down, the room  far too shabby for a place Moira Queen would’ve ever stepped a toe into, much less ever had in her home.

 An Asian couple were off to one side of the room, the woman cooking—Tatsu, the name was whispered into her mind—while the man—Maseo—cleaned a gun. They were a striking couple and an abiding love and peace flowed between them—though Felicity swore she could feel a current of grief and guilt, not theirs but Oliver’s, flowing through the air—an aura Felicity longed to grow and share with Oliver. But what drew her attention was Oliver himself, sitting at a low table with a little boy—Akio, Maseo and Tatsu’s son, a fond affection threaded the thought of the boy, but was quickly chased by stabbing grief and guilt. She couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, just Oliver’s familiar rumbly tones, and the lighter, higher pitch of the pre-pubescent boy, but whatever the child said had his parents bursting into hearty laughter, and Oliver gaping at him before he did his familiar duck, grin, and huff-laugh, which caused Felicity to smile—God, she loved Oliver’s smile and laugh.

 Why couldn’t I save him?! Why did  he have to die?! Oliver’s tortured tone weaved through the air.

 There was a flicker to a different memory: a destroyed store, the bloody, mutilated body of a man in fatigues, Oliver sitting nearby, the hammer in his hand still dripping with blood. A woman, Tatsu’s, ghostly voice saying, “What he did was  monsterous.”

 How could I do  that  in your name, Akio?! Please, forgive me?!

 Felicity’s heart  shattered. “Oliver…”  Somehow she managed to choke out his name around the lump in her throat.

 The memory—because that’s what it was she realize—around her dimmed and faded until the only thing she could see was another door, drawn inexorably towards it. This time she was less wary moving through the door, somehow knowing, deep in her bones, that she would be safe, that this was the way to Oliver—though perhaps “the long way ‘round.”

 She pushed the door open.

 A fire crackled inside a cave, a hooded man crouched over a fire, roasting what looked like a bird of some sort on a spit. Oliver was bent over beside him, listening to the man—Yao Fei, deep respect and gratitude—speak in a mixture of English and Mandarin, harsh truths, words of survival. It wasn’t pretty, none of it, but it was real, it was his reality then, and they were lessons he needed to survive. A flash of Yao Fei in a uniform…abruptly shot through the middle of his forehead.

 Felicity’s surroundings morphed into another fire, this time under the cover of the wrecked plane in the jungle, the one she remembered dragging Oliver from over a year and a half ago. Comradery, hard-won through blood, fighting, sweat, hardship, and tears bound Oliver with the lovely Chinese woman—Shado, so  this  was the woman Oliver cared for and Slade was so obsessed with—and Slade—Google  the man looked  so  different smiling, laughing, sanity in his eyes, she could feel and truly understand the love Oliver held for the man, why he called him brother and it was so hard for him to even think  of killing him. Laughter, joy, a moment of relaxation, amidst the daily grind that was the battle for survival, a moment of  home  in hell. Shado’s grinning face flashed to a point of red blooming through her forehead before she fell over face-first. Slade’s laughing expression twisted into madness, a cruel sneer below his eyepatch.

 Tears pricked Felicity’s eyes as it all faded to black around her, Oliver’s pain aching in her chest alongside her own for the loss of these friends who were more like family to him.

 She moved, almost woodenly, to the new door, heart heavy in her chest.

 It was Verdant. Middle of the day, sun streaming in through the skylights to the dancefloor and bar, where Oliver stood…with Sara on the other side.

 The breath caught in her chest at the sight of her friend, bright, laughing, in her familiar position behind the bar, shaking up a cocktail, oh-so-very  alive.

 Oliver’s affection, and fond love for the blond former assassin joined Felicity’s own love for her, along with their shared ache over her loss.

 Tears welled in her eyes. “Please, Oliver. Please. I don’t want to see…” Her lower lip trembled, squeezing her eyes shut not wanting to watch what happened to her friend again.

 A breeze whirled past Felicity, what felt like fingers brushing her shoulder; lips across her forehead. Blue eyes snapped open. “Oliver.” She searched for him around her—the scene had faded to blackness again, without replaying any of Sara’s deaths before Felicity. There was no sign of Oliver, though Felicity could swear that she felt him even stronger than before.

 The breeze, smelling of the so familiar forest, leather, and rain, blew past her again, seeming to nudge Felicity into turning. She whirled around, blue orbs seeking out her love’s familiar form…instead finding herself back in the Queen Manor. Memory!Oliver was on the phone with someone—Samantha, the emotions attached to that name were complex and  heavily tinged with regret.

 “So… How are—” Oliver began, his memory-discomfort and nervousness twisting around them.

 “I  lost the  baby, Oliver.” A feminine voice—the woman on the phone—cut him off.

 Felicity gasped, hand clapping over her mouth. Oliver had a child, or nearly had a child apparently.

 Now came the greatest confusion of emotion yet, his emotions from the memory: relief, guilt, a pang of grief he tried to push away. And his emotions now: aching grief over the loss of his unborn child, guilt and self-loathing over the relief that his younger-self had felt. They mingled and melded in Felicity’s heart, blending with the pain she felt for his loss; she pressed her palm against her chest, trying to hold in the ache.

 The blond genius turned away from the scene, biting down on her lip so hard that were she in her real body she was certain she’d be tasting blood. These memories, these people she was seeing, they were the deepest parts of Oliver’s heart and soul, the people he cared for, the parts that made him the man he was, the man she loved. She felt like a voyeur into these intimate parts of him, seeing these  deeply personal things that the archer likely never shared with  anyone, but were now playing out before her like a movie.

 Part of Felicity felt like she shouldn’t open her eyes again, that she should find some other way to find Oliver, but she was unable to prevent her lids from lifting.

 She found herself surrounded by a half-finished Verdant, boxes of alcohol stacked behind the bar, scaffolding along three of the walls, half of the chairs and tables spread out. Oliver was seated in one of the lounge chairs haphazardly drawn up to a short table, in the other sat…Tommy Merlyn. Felicity swallowed thickly, already feeling Oliver’s deep love for his life-long brother-of-choice and the agony of losing him.

 Tommy raised a glass of what looked like Scotch, Oliver mirroring him, “To new adventures, with the best friend and brother a man could ask for.”

 Someone who did not know Oliver as well as Felicity did would have missed it, but there was the slightest pause before Oliver clicked his glass against the dark-haired man’s, and she could see the emotions that flashed through his eyes as well as feeling them. Anticipating the moment to come, the blonde took a deep breath, bracing herself, but was surprised when it wasn’t just one memory that passed.

 Tommy’s eyes burned into Oliver’s. “You’re a  murderer.”

 The light fading from the young man’s blue eyes as he died in Oliver’s arms amidst the utter destruction.

 Oliver weak, with barely any fight left in him, sprawled on the floor—his fight against Gold Felicity realized—Tommy knelt beside him. “You are a  hero.” The emotions that swelled at that, both his and hers, had tears slipping down her cheeks. Felicity couldn’t say if it was a hallucination or perhaps some kind of divine intervention, but either way it meant the world to Oliver and thus it meant as much to her.

 The tears blurred her vision and she swiped at them, blinking hard to clear it again.

 It was a sunny day, it looked like summer, she stood on a dock on a small lake next to a blond boy of maybe 12 years—Oliver, she realized—sitting beside his father, a younger Robert Queen she’s only seen in family photos. The pair smiling as father showed son how to properly bait a hook and cast a line, a rare, precious moment of father-son bonding with his work-obsessed father. It blurred into Robert picking Oliver up from the police station for the first time, the disappointment radiating from every line in the older man’s face. Memory!Oliver tried to pretend he did not to see it, shame and embarrassment colored his emotions now.

 The SCPD station faded into a sight that Felicity dreaded  much  more: a life raft out in the middle of the water.

 A much more haggard Robert lifted a revolver and shot another man on the far side of the boat, startling Oliver; he then turned to his son. “Survive.”

 “No!” Oliver screamed, as Robert put the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.

 Felicity screamed with him, clenching her eyes shut.

 Silence.

 After long moments of nothing, slowly Felicity cracked her eyes open.

 Oliver, ragged from his years away, was hunched on a couch in Queen Manor, watching a tablet.

 Robert Queen smiled gently, encouragingly from the screen. “You can be better than I was. You can save this city.” Oliver’s heart was utterly shattered, and the self-doubt was nearly suffocating. “I love you.”

 A sob escaped Felicity, feeling Oliver’s pain as deeply as her own.

 She moved to comfort the past image of her love but it faded, replaced with a much younger Oliver, lying on the same couch, head in his mother’s lap, sobbing. Moira, always so stoic and unflinchingly confident before when Felicity had seen her, had red eyes, her makeup was streaked from tears, and sadness and pain furrowed her brow.

 “Why’d Mrs. Merlyn have to die, Mom?” Oliver—God his voice was  so young—managed between hiccupping whimpers.

 “I don’t know, my darling. Bad things happen sometimes, even to good people.” Moira’s voice quavered, grief apparent in every wobbling syllable. She tenderly ran her fingers through her son’s pale hair.

 “It’s not  fair!” Little Oliver wailed. “Tommy  needs  his mom!”

 She bent over and kissed his forehead. “But he will have us. It won’t be the same, but he’ll have us in whatever way he needs.”

 He sniffled, hugging his mother’s knees tighter. “Yeah… I’m glad you’re not dead, Mom.”

 They were suddenly in a hospital room, Oliver stood at a window looking out over the nighttime skyline of Starling City. His name, spoken so softly, each syllable wavering with barely restrained hope; Oliver’s heart jumped, breath catching in his chest, so happy…and so  very  afraid. Swallowing hard, slowly, oh-so-slowly he turned to face his mother to see the tears filling her eyes.

 “Hi, Mom.” How had he managed that around the boulder in his throat?

 “Oh, my beautiful boy!”

 He was surrounded in her softness, her familiar scent. Comfort.

 It changed again; Felicity sucked in a jagged breath as a dark night, a car wreck overtook it all. Slade towering behind a kneeling Thea and Moira, demanding Oliver make an  impossible  choice. Felicity clapped a hand over her mouth, hearing the torment in her love’s screams, feeling it like her own, as Moira stood up and told Slade to kill her, giving her own life for her children, so that her son would not have to make this choice he would have  never  been able to make. As Slade drove his sword through Moira, Felicity went to her knees beside Oliver’s bound form, reaching for him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She could not move him, he was bound to the events in the memory, so she moved instead, hugging him as tight as she could; whispering in his ear, “Your mother loved you, Oliver! She was proud of you! You  didn’t  fail her!”

 The scene flickered, the Oliver under her hands going between solid and not.

 “I  know, Oliver.”

 “The night of the Undertaking, everything became so clear.”

 Finally the Oliver in Felicity’s arms entirely disappeared, and the scene resolved itself into the backroom of Verdant. Moira was cupping her son’s face, tears shimmering in her eyes, but pride glowing from every line of her face. “…I could not be more proud.”

 Calm, peace…hope. A smile, the first in  so  long, creased Felicity’s face, happy tears welling in her eyes, that Oliver, who knew so little of those had this moment to hold onto.

 Once she’d managed to blink away the tears the memory had changed; she stood in the driveway of Queen Manor as Oliver strode out.

 “Oliver!” Moira darted over, reaching out to take his hand and lead him in the opposite direction, towards John. “I want to introduce you to someone: John Diggle…”

 Annoyance ran through the memory; Felicity couldn’t help grinning feeling it along with Now!Oliver’s amusement at his own reaction at the time, and the knowledge of what he and John would eventually be.

 Oliver and John stood across from each other in the driveway, sizing each other up. The world around them blurred so they were now standing in the Queen living room.

 “Diggle, I’m not looking for anybody to save me.”

 What is there left to save? The grim, resigned thought drifted through.

 Nothing anymore. Felicity gasped at the echo from Now!Oliver.

 “That’s  not true,” she protested to the disembodied voice; the only response was another flash of doubt, much to her frustration.

 Diggle shrugged. “Maybe not. But you need someone, just the same. You’re fighting a war, Queen. Except you have  no  idea what war does to you. How it scrapes off little pieces of your soul.”

 God, how right he was. John was always right. The blonde genius’ lips quirked at that; how very true it was.

 The former soldier stepped closer to Oliver. “And you need someone to remind you who you are, not this thing you’re becoming.” John held out his hand.

 The relief, and even a sliver of hope, flooded through Memory!Oliver as he took Diggle’s hand. The beginning of something so  very  important.

 A flash to them sitting down in the Arrow Cave, the pair toasting with Oliver’s vodka. Talking over chili cheese fries in Big Belly Burger. The pair hugging tightly in Lyla’s hospital room, celebrating Little Sara’s birth.

 It settled again on what looked like a dungeon, most likely in Nanda Parbat; both of them were chained to the floor.

 “How do you feel about being my best man?”

 Felicity choked on laughter.

 Oliver’s familiar half-smile crept across his face, trying to hide the swell of emotion inside him. “I feel pretty good.”

 The tech genius snorted with laughter, of  course  John asked Oliver to be his best man while they sat in a freaking  dungeon straight out of medieval times, when they believed they would be killed at any moment. She shook her head ruefully, only her boys.

 The amusement was gone in an instant  as the memory resolved itself into a frighteningly and excruciatingly painful scene: the trade-off of Lyla and Nyssa. Oliver, locked in Al Sah-him’s control, was focused on the fury, hurt, and,  most  painful, the betrayal in John’s eyes. Oliver’s regret and self-loathing was  breathtaking, literally, Felicity was struggling to catch her breath as it slammed her in the chest.

 “He’ll forgive you!” she called again in Oliver’s hypothetical direction. “John will understand! And so will Lyla!”

 Doubt permeated the air around her, thicker than pea soup—not that she actually knew how thick pea soup was, she’d never had any, sounded pretty gross to her, so she didn’t know how thick it really was, but that’s what people always said so…

 Felicity bit her lip, finally deciding to try something she really probably should have tried before. “Oliver, where are you?”

 A sound behind her had Felicity whipping around.

 Children laughing.

 The first floor of Queen Manor in the sunroom. The blonde again heard childish laughter pouring through the open French doors, following it out into the garden.

 Teenage Oliver, grinning broadly, was running over the lawn after a pair of curly brown pigtails in a pink sparkly dress. Thea. Tiny, maybe six-years-old Thea in a fairy dress.

 “Ollie! Ollie! Catch me!” She ran up the short wall, less than a foot off the ground, spun and flung herself at her brother.

 Oliver had to quickly hop forward, but he managed to catch her, sweeping her up, and swinging her around, to the little girl’s delight.

 Oliver’s joy and love swirled around them—oh, how Felicity would  love  to see him happy like this again!

 Thea wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a sweet, sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Love you, Ollie!”

 Another blur and they were in the main entrance of Queen Manor; Post-Island!Oliver was staring up one of the two main staircases, a soft gentle smile on his face.

 Thea appeared at the top and her expression lit up. “I knew it!” She was dashing down the stairs, nearly heedlessly. “I knew you weren’t dead!” The lanky teenager flung herself into Oliver’s arms, trusting that he’d catch her just as much as she had at six, and clung to him just as tightly. “I missed you  so  much!”

 Oliver’s heart squeezed, love and fondness, filling him; his baby sister, his Thea, she was so  very precious, and he would do  anything to keep her safe, to let her keep her bright, inner light.

 The siblings stood in the all-too-familiar hallway of Starling General, Thea’s arms cross and disappointment clear in her gaze upon her stoic brother. “Maybe you should spend a little less time trying to be a hero, you’re obviously not any good at it.”

 I really am not.

 “Oliver…” Felicity murmured, how she hated how he doubted and hated himself.

 “I love you.” Thea was slowly turning away from him and towards the hospital room door. “Mom loves you. But it’s getting hard when you won’t be truthful with us.” She shut the door firmly in Oliver’s face.

 “Thea  loves you, Oliver!” Felicity shouted in his ephemeral direction. “And she’s  proud  of you! Remember?” She spun in place, as if she could somehow finally find him somewhere around her. “Remember when you told her?”

 Everything rippled around her, reconsolidating into the Arrow Cave.

 Thea stared at the Arrow’s suit in its display case, shock and awe on her face. “You’re…you’re him. That was you. All those times I got so mad at you for being…a flake, or telling me something I  knew  that  had to be a lie.” A pang of regret and guilt shot through memory!Oliver. Thea whipped around to face him. “You were saving someone’s life.”

 Hands clasped white-knuckle behind his back, bracing himself, unsure exactly where this would go, but he gave a short nod.

 His baby sister stared up at him, tears gathering in her eyes. “Thank you,” she breathed out before she dove into his arms, hugging him as tight as her petite, but strong, body could.

 Shock ran through memory!Oliver, flaring over his features, he’d truly believed she wouldn’t accept him, that she would hate him.

 “You know how many times I’ve wished that I could thank the Arrow for things he’s done for this city?”

 Love, hope ran through now!Oliver, remembering his little sister’s unconditional acceptance and support. But then wrenching pain and grief ripped through him, as the hugging Queen siblings blurred into Oliver crouched on the floor of the loft, cradling Thea to him in a pool of her blood.

 Felicity clapped a hand over her mouth to smother her sob, eyes burning. She’d known what had happened, of course, but…seeing it…

 “She’s all right, Oliver! I swear  Thea is okay! After we got back she remembered everything and she loves you and misses you!”

 Al Sa-him stared up at a hooded Thea, bow and arrow aimed right at him. Now!Oliver—God, Felicity wasn’t sure if she should laugh or smack him—was shocked and unspeakably  proud  of his baby sister.

 The bespectacled blonde gave a choked laugh. “Yeah, apparently like brother like sister.”

 Concern wound around her as everything faded except for Thea, standing tall, strong, and proud.

 “She’s safe,” Felicity called out again. “I told her where Roy is and she left right after to go find him. She’s safe, Oliver.”

 Felicity could’ve  sworn she felt his hand cupping her cheek, it was such a  strong  feeling. “Oliver?” she breathed, eyes searching for him, as Thea finally faded as well. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a light brighten a spot, and turned. Another mahogany door; she could hardly breathe around the strength of the pull drawing her towards it and she didn’t even  try  to deny it.

 She grasped the brass handle and paused, heart racing, because even though she didn’t know what memory was beyond this door, somehow she just  knew  that this was it, that just past this last barrier was her Oliver.

 Taking a deep breath Felicity pushed the wooden slab open.

 >>>------------>

 So, sorry that we didn’t get any actual direct Olicity, but I felt the need to have this, where we see Felicity receive this insight with Oliver since she’s in his mind, and it helps build up to where we go from here. The next chapter, I promise we’ll see REAL Olicity and LOTS of fun with that! ;-) Thank you for reading! Happy Thanksgiving!

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Landhaus Huber Schwembacher

Heute stell ich euch mal meine persönliche Lieblingsgewürzmischung vor. The hotel comprises 10 rooms equipped with cable Tv with on-demand films, a protected, a fridge, a dining area and a DVD player. Lassen Sie sich nicht nur Ihre Kilometer berechnen, sondern auch die Fahrstrecke und Dauer auf einer interaktiven Karte aufzeigen.

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Für jeden Geschmack war aber auch was dabei. Augusta Luise war ein Geschenk und ich hätte sie mir vielleicht nicht selbst gekauft. Qualità del sonno era nella media a causa di qualche rumore esterno. Gänzlich aus Pinienholz gefertigt sind sowohl der Korpus als auch die sechs Schubladen.

Die Getränkebestellung wurde direkt aufgenommen und auch weitere Wünsche konnten zeitnah geäußert und erfüllt werden. Ab 1996 verwandelte sich das Landhaus Krina nach sechsmonatigem Umbau in eine attraktive Gastlichkeit für Besucher und Gäste der Dübener Heide.

Auch der Humor kam nicht zu kurz, so dass wir uns jederzeit wohlumsorgt gefühlt haben. L'hotel è sulla strada principale ma come ho avuto la finestra sul cortile era tranquillo. Usiamo i principali siti internet per raccogliere i giudizi degli ospiti e darti una panoramica completa della sistemazione.

Das ist keine Selbstverständlichkeit und deshalb freue ich mich umso mehr. The hotel is a tiny rundown in the public places, but the rooms are good. Mit unserer kostenlosen Routenplanung erhalten Sie nicht nur eine Übersicht, sondern eine genaue Wegbeschreibung, alternative Routen und können Ihre Fahrstrecke auch auf einer Landkarte individuell nachverfolgen.

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