#I have seen so many wonderful men that it makes me calm down after I see and read such posts

[ramayantika]

The only way for women to be rich is divorce or sell makeup or onlyfans

- commented by some random unemployed man who thinks himself to be a sigma anda

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Knight König who, after bravelly defending the castle alone and saving all the beautiful young maidens, is now *gasp* alone with them!! You and the rest of the young ladies are not even married yet and this whole horror of a siege came :(( you had to be locked inside the maiden tower with the other ladies, praying to the gods that someone strong would defend you, and here he was!! The giant knight from the north from whom you were always herded away 'because a brute like him has no business with fine young ladies like yourselves' :((

Imagine König who is for the time being the only male in the small castle, the foe has been defeated but any kind of help will take days to arrive :( During the fighting his mind was on slaying all the enemies to defend the flock of the frightened ladies but now...??

He's the only male among a dozen of maidens!! And these poor does are so scared in their tower on comfy beds of furs with all the supplies...so many warm, soft bodies to keep him warm and 'aid him to help his wounds', so many broad hips and breasts to grab and squeeze for comfort...oh and they are so ready to share all the supplies with him!!

I mean...who's to say that a war hero doesn't deserve something good too? :D

GFDFSSSS first I was like "gangbang medieval style yeehaw let's gooo" but then I had another quick idea (in all honesty writing gangbangs make me blush furiously lmao I'm weak!)

CW: Fear of SA, mention of blood, boners galore, dubcon groping, period typical attitudes, gender roles etc.

Knight!König asking you to wash him (because he was seated next to you at this one feast and now he's obsessed...)

König, who never had time for women because he was always on duty, whose best chances for a wife were an old widow or some soiled woman, whatever that meant... Probably some lowly lady, for a lowly knight like him. His family must hate him because they keep him from having even that: instead, he gets shipped off to this outpost of a castle that houses hundreds of soldiers and only a few women. Even they are kept under lock and key most of the time, and it's no wonder... A man like him shouldn't even be dreaming of dipping his dick in the pretty soft things of the Maiden’s tower.

König, who even to his own surprise, finds himself victorious after weeks of siege. Who's left completely unchecked and alone with a flock of scared fawns, poor does who are now gathering together for warmth and safety. They only have tiny daggers and iron scissors as their weapons against an armed knight, knowing they’re not always safe even from their own men – especially after a battle.

Even the strongest, most valiant knights get tired during a siege, turning into starved animals after a few weeks. A soldier fresh from war is the worst thing, having his cock up after bloodying his sword, they usually need to have a woman as soon as possible. A victorious knight, finding himself winning against all the odds, would surely prefer to fuck every single one of the soft cunts locked up in the women's tower...

So König, who batters the door and orders the frightened women to lift the baulk, only gets screams as an answer. They finally open it when he says he's tired after a fight and only wants to rest for a bit, puts on his most charming smile as the huge wooden door creaks open, and meets the ladies with a wide grin despite having blood all over him, stands proudly in his full height with his sword still drawn, a path of entrails and cut limbs behind him – why are they still screaming? He saved them! He should be given a royal welcome!

König, who finally gets the women to calm down a little when they notice he is not about to rape them on sight, who wipes his sword with one of their finest, freshly dyed wools (rude!). Who sheathes his weapon and smiles again, suggesting that they help him out of his plate and give him a wash – he’s earned that much, no?

König, who eats from their bowls as if he has never even seen food, who gawks at their tapestries with curiosity, who tries to stare down their necklines and catch a sight of those beautiful, round, plush tits. Most women quickly rush to heat the water to escape the possible groping about to ensue, while you are left with the task of getting him out of his armor.

The straps are small and endless, the armor consists of dozens of different parts, and he just keeps on grinning widely while you’re at it, giving you odd compliments and passages of courtly love with his mouth full of food. Some of his ramblings are straight out of a troubadour’s song, but you don’t believe a word he says, especially when his heated stare is fixed on your exposed neck, the collarbones so frail, the cascading wool that reveals your wrists as you try to pry your way under the heavy, bloodied pauldron.

Of course he remembers you, down to the minutest detail because he got to feed and take care of you at last winter's great feast... Someone had fucked up and seated you next to him in their error, and he heedily took advantage of the situation. He even managed to have a grope at you when the lords and ladies weren’t watching because they were so drunk.

He was drunk too, intoxicated by the strong ale and the shy stares you granted him. You didn’t do a thing when he pulled you closer and practically fed you some deer off your shared plate, tried if you'd fancy a date or a sip of wine while keeping you tightly tucked in his lap. He couldn’t get enough of you: your tiny gasp when you felt him grow hard, your whimper when he stole a soft squeeze of your tit… Your shy ghost of a smile as you demurely called him “Sir” and told him to stop before he gets you both into trouble. 

Ever since that night, he has dreamed of you when pulling out his leaking cock. Sinned until he felt embarrassed to go to the chapel and yet again confess that he has defiled himself with his hand and thoughts of you. Ever since that night, he has wondered whether you are giving those whimpers to someone else nowadays…

But here you are, in the tower, taking off his plates and using all your strength to get him out of his chainmail. Why haven’t you been married off yet? Why aren't you making blankets and throws at some fancy lord's castle by now? You have the perfect hips for delivery, it's practically a sin to keep a woman like you locked up in a military fortress…

And polite curtsies and shy, downcast eyes won't save you now, you know that.

How can you say no to a knight, ordering you to give him a wash? “Do him the honor,” he says, while anyone can see he’s already hard.

There’s nothing the others can do but put up a curtain and leave you two to your featherlight privacy. He doesn’t even bother to undress behind it, simply flaunts that monstrous thing between his legs for everyone to see before giving you the honor of strolling to the steaming bath. A soft silence fills the tower as the knight, tall as a legend, hairy as a beast, climbs into the small wooden tub with a grunted sigh.

You, the maiden he picked, can only look in horror as he grows even harder under the hot water. The thick erection soon juts above the surface, the dark curls framing the base of his cock now floating lusciously underwater, the dark hair covering his full balls, too. Either he's just big everywhere or then he's been too busy during the weeks of the siege... The amount of times you've seen him abstain from meat in this castle is ridiculous, and you always wondered if he ate fish because he liked it or because he had defiled himself in his lust.

He's an animal, but having a woman is not a sin as foul as throwing his seed on the ground... And here he is, strong thighs spreading as far as they can go to give room to the astounding erection he’s having just from the prospect of your touch.

The knight leans back in the tub, looks at you with a drowsy, soft smile, and tells you not to be afraid. The thick, throaty voice leaves your knees completely weak.

“Ach so... Have you ever touched one of these before?”

[insxghtt]

the moon — aemond targaryen x reader

After pushing you away, Aemond tries to apologize. He hoped the full moon could help him.

warnings: +18 only, some spicy shit but no actual smut, angst but also fluff, mentions of violence but no actual violence, aemond being sweet as fuck.

this was based on this request. english is not my first language so i’m sorry if you find any mistakes. hope you enjoy!

You were aware that marriage was about politics, and not about love. You’ve always known that. But somewhere inside of you still wished to believe that someone like Aemond would make it different.

Before the marriage, you had only seen him three times. Three times you would talk about everything and anything. Three times you came home wondering if he had liked you the same way as you had liked him.

At eighteen, people had been talking about how you should’ve been already married, but you were used to being the black sheep of the family. You were the middle sister. Your older sister had been married for a while, giving your parents a great alliance. Your younger brother was already betrothed to a beautiful lady from the north.

But you? You were the one your parents always forgot to mention. And when you met Aemond, you felt like he understood this better than anyone. You two were friends. Not really close friends, but friends. You’ve heard people talk about how cruel he could be, but it was hard to believe when he was so kind to you.

That is why you were happy when your parents seemed to remember that you existed and suggested to the King that you were betrothed to Aemond. He was polite, he was beautiful and he was respectful.

But the marriage was weird. He didn’t look at you all day. Maybe he was shy, you thought. The night came and he took you to his chambers. You were sweating cold, nervous about what should happen next. People said it hurts. Would it bleed? Was he going to be delicate? Would he like it? Would he like you?

He sat on the edge of the bed looking down while you stood in front of him. You didn’t know what to say. It was the first time you were alone with him in a few days and it was also the first time that the silence between you two was uncomfortable.

“Will you kiss me?”, you asked after a few minutes.

He looked at you, surprised by the question. “We do not have to do this tonight if you’re uncomfortable...”

“Do you wish to bed me?”, you interrupted.

His pupil was dilated and it made it look like his eyes were darker than usual. Someone once told you that when a person looks at something they desire, their pupils dilate. Maybe that meant something, you thought.

He stood up, stepped closer to you and touched your cheek. You wished to close your eyes to enjoy it, but you didn’t. You continued to look at him. His lips, his eye, his scar, every inch of his face seemed to be carved by the gods themselves.

He ran his other hand through your hair until it stopped on your shoulder exposed by the beautiful gown you were wearing and sighed. “I believe only a foolish man could ever say no to your question.”

It was a compliment, wasn’t it? It seemed so. Then why wasn’t he kissing you?

Aemond walked around you and stopped behind you, his delicate touch never leaving your shoulder. You didn’t dare to move, enjoying every moment of it.

It felt like you were in heaven when his lips touched your neck on a delicate kiss. He slowly began to release the braids on your hair one by one. And when you realized, he was untying the laces of your dress. You closed your eyes and hoped that he continued to be that calm all night. You’ve heard stories about men who did not care to be soft.

But Aemond was not like that. He could hurt many people on battles, but not his lady. He swore to protect you and he would.

When your hair was finally free from the braids, and your dress slipped down your body, you turned to him. He stared at your body, your lips and then your eyes. Part of you wanted to get dressed again and run away, but the other one wanted him to look at you.

You had to kiss him. You needed him.

So, you took your hands to his neck and brought your lips together. He was fast to return your touch and held your waist tightly. Not even on your wildest dreams you imagined that it would feel so magical. His tongue was warm like the blood of the dragon and his lips were soft like they were made for kissing yours. His fingers were pressed against your waist so hard that for the first time, you wished them to touch you somewhere else.

Without separating your lips, you took a few steps back, guiding him to the bed behind you, and before you fell on the bed, he grabbed your legs. You wrapped them around his body and let him pick you up. He sat on the bed with you on his lap.

It was perfect. His hands running over your body, his lips leaving kisses on your chin and neck. It was too good and you wanted more. And that was your mistake. To think that he would let you see him fully just like you let him see you.

You reached for his eyepatch, but before you could even touch it, he held your wrist. His touch was not kind this time. It was firm and brute. You opened your eyes and looked at him surprised. He was looking at you, but not like before. His pupil was no longer dilated, the blue and cold eye stared at you like you were a stranger.

“Did I do something wrong?”, you asked.

But Aemond did not answer. He pushed you away and you sat next to him with a confused look. He stood up and looked at you. You wondered if he was mad at you. It looked like he was, but you did not understand why.

Maybe he just didn’t like you. Your eyes filled with tears just thinking of it.

And Aemond felt like a monster. You were right there, naked on a bed, looking at him with tears on your eyes. He tried to say something, but the words were suddenly gone.

So, he just turned away and left. You hugged your legs and watched as he closed the door behind him, feeling used and discarded. That night, that was meant to be shared with your husband, became just another sad story in your life.

The next day, it took you a lot of courage to get out of bed. He did not come back. Maybe he had been to a brothel, you thought, to find a woman of his taste. It was humiliating. Your parents would be ashamed of you if they knew that you couldn’t please your husband not even for one night.

And what hurt you the most was that you liked him. You liked his touch and his kisses. You wanted him.

The maids did not question when you asked for your meals to be delivered on your chamber, but you saw the confused look on their faces. It didn’t matter, you just wanted to be alone. What if Aemond told someone? What if he talked about you?

The day passed so slowly it felt like torture to you. You cried, a lot. And every tear made you feel more like a fool for actually thinking that Aemond would be so different from any other man. Slowly, your sadness turned to anger.

How could he? You would’ve never done this to him. It was not your fault if you were not the girl of his dreams.

But that was what men did. Men were stupid and mean. Aemond was stupid and mean too. At least, that’s what you were trying to convince yourself of.

When the night came, you felt more comfortable to finally leave your chamber. You needed to stretch your legs and the four walls of that room were starting to annoy you.

The guard outside your door had left for a while. Maybe to go eat something. Maybe to drink some water.

“Or maybe to go look for a whore, like all men do”, you mumbled low to yourself.

You walked through the halls of the castle until you got to the garden. The Red Keep was not your favorite place, definitely not your home after last night, but it had a beautiful garden. There was no one but you there, so you were not ashamed to sit on the grass to look at the stars. The moon was full, which made the night clearer than the usual.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”, someone behind you said.

You knew damn well who that voice belonged to. And it was definitely the last person you wanted to deal with right now.

You stood up, ready to leave if you had to. “Go away, Aemond.”

You sounded hurt, he noticed. Of course, who wouldn’t be? He felt like an idiot.

“Usually, wives refer to their husbands in a more... loving way”, he said.

“Yes, because everything about our marriage is very loving, isn’t it?”

He looked up at the moon and took a step forward to be closer to you. You did not move away, but crossed your arms and stared at him with anger. “Some people believe that the full moon fulfills wishes, my dear wife.”

“People believe all sorts of nonsense”, you rolled your eyes and he looked at you.

“I think it’s true”, he said and you froze for a minute. “It was a night of a full moon when I claimed Vhagar.”

Aemond had his hands behind his back and his posture made him appear so beautiful it made you angry. How dared he? He left you alone, naked, crying, and now he was there, talking about the moon as if nothing had happened.

“It’s late”, you said, trying to escape that situation. “I should go rest now and so should you, my prince.”

“Wait.”

From his voice, if you didn't know better, you'd think Aemond was desperate.

“I hope the full moon really does fulfill wishes”, he whispered. He took his hand to his eyepatch, removing it from his face. It took him a while to look at you again. It was the first time you saw him like that. “Because I wish you do not fear me as I am.”

The light of the moon on the sapphire that replaced his lost eye made it shine in the most unique way. Suddenly, it all made sense. He was ashamed of himself. And all those hours trying to create some kind of hatred towards him were wasted.

“How could I fear you?”, once again, your eyes were filled with tears. Only this time, they were not from shame or disappointment. “How could I ever...”, your voice failed.

You got close to him and raised your hand to touch his face. This time, you waited for him to nod, allowing you to touch him. He closed his eye when he felt your fingers running over his cheek, hoping that you wouldn’t be disgusted like his own family was. Everyone, except for his mother, avoided looking at him when he was not covering his scar.

“Does it hurt?”, you asked and he took the courage to look at you again.

You did not seem scared, or disgusted.

“Sometimes.”

Every time, he wished to say. The pain was constant, and some days were worse than others. But he got used to it, just like he got used to the looks they gave him and to the rumors of how cruel he was.

Aemond was never cruel. Sometimes he was cold, yes, because people haven’t been kind to him. But he had seen cruelty before and that was not him.

“It is beautiful”, you whispered.

“It is not.”

“Shut up, husband”, you held his face. He smiled a bit. “If you ever leave me like that again I will burn all of your clothes and throw them out the window.”

He chuckled and wrapped you in his arms. You buried your face in his neck and snuggled into his embrace.

“I thought you didn’t like me”, your voice was muffled and he felt a tickle on his neck from your breathing. “Thought you went to a brothel to find a prettier woman for you.”

“I did not go to a brothel, but I was with a lady”, he said and you tried to get out of his embrace, but he held you tighter.

“You bastard!”, you complained, your voice still muffled because of the hug.

“Do not worry, the lady in question was Vhagar”, he chuckled and you snorted, relaxing again on his arms. “And I'm afraid it would be impossible for me to ever find a woman who is prettier than you.”

You raised your head to look at him again. He touched you lips with his thumb, remembering how good they felt last night.

“You are the only woman I ever wanted”, he whispered.

[lawva-girl]

Jealousy

Law x fat!reader

reader is gender nuetral. :))))

WC: 1365

shout out to @sukunas-play-thing for the idea!!!! I hope you like this with my whole heart!!!!

I just know in my soul Law would go so incredibly well with a plussized person!!!!!!!

Boa Hancock. The most beautiful woman in the world. Looking at her made you feel like there wasn’t even a comparison between the two of you, she was so pretty. You were… average? It was hard to tell. 

You, along with the Heart pirates, were all staring at her in amazement. You heard the voice of her sister, warning all the men of what could happen if their sister got upset. Saying something about how she isn’t afraid to turn allies either. 

It didn’t matter, they all still looked. You wondered if it worked on women too, since Ikkaku was also staring with heart eyes. After a quick glance around, you found that Law was nowhere to be seen. 

Suddenly you were storming into his room, desperate to find him. You knew it wasn’t entirely plausible but what if he had gone off and turned to stone? You had to find him, you could probably convince Hancock to turn him back… 

You turned the corner to leave his room, when a voice scared the fuck out of you.

“What are you doing here y/n-ya?” 

Freezing in place, part of you was incredibly grateful he didn’t turn to stone, another part of you was freaking out that your beloved Law had caught you in his room. 

“Oh Law… uhm the crew was staring at Hancock again… I came to get you.” You barely got the sentence out, since you were trying to make up a reason as to why you were here that wasn’t pathetic.

“Thank you for getting me, I’ll head out there now.” 

Suddenly there was panic in your gut again, but he was already on the move to you, where the door was.   

“Law, you shouldn’t go out there! You might see her!” You turned fully towards him and decided that you would refuse to let him pass. 

“Why would that matter?” He didn’t even slow down, just opened a room and ‘shambles’ his way past you. 

You turned as quickly as you could to look at him but his hat was the only thing you saw. He was gone.

You stood for only a second before beginning to chase after him. 

Once outside, there was a peculiar scene.

The heart pirates were all sitting on their knees, head hung low. They were sitting in front of Hancock and Law, who were lecturing the group together.

Upon seeing you on the deck of the polar tang Law nodded, then went back to yelling. You stood there confused, clearly something had happened, but you felt like an outsider. 

Not a clue as to what was happening. 

Thankfully, Law decided to clue you in on what occurred later.

The two of you were sitting in the medical bay, where he was patching up a gash in your leg. It had been an eventful day to say the least. The bay itself was quiet and calm though, not showing any signs of what had occurred that day. With the exception of you and your leg of course. 

“You can’t just run around however you want y/n-ya.” Law didn’t even look up at you as he spoke, instead focusing on the stitches he was putting in your leg.

“It’s not like I wanted to fall off the Tang… my depth perception was just a bit off. Plus I would’ve been fine if the repairs Shachi was working on were finished.” You closed your eyes when you felt the pinching pain Law was administering.  

“I’ve had to yell at too many people today, can’t any of you behave?” He grumbled, making it obvious for you that he was upset. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t fall again. It’s not like anyone would be able to fish me out if I did.” 

“What?” 

“What?” 

Law stared at you now, you assumed he looked up in shock at one point or another. 

“What did you have to yell at the others for?” You asked him, not giving him the chance to say anything. 

Law took a deep breath, “they almost got turned to stone, Hancock caught them all staring. Thankfully she wasn’t upset, since we had helped Luffy.” 

“Oh that’s good…” you laid back fully, closing your eyes. You had always worked as a somewhat friend to Law, hearing him rant and complain. It made you happy to have a use. It made you especially happy to have Law need you, despite knowing that you didn’t have a chance with him.

Law didn’t speak much in general, so if you wanted to know you kinda had to pry. You wanted to know so badly how he ended up lecturing beside Hancock, but you also did not want to know at all. 

“So.. you weren’t staring with them?” You felt your heart quicken, but you didn’t say anything to take it back. 

Law coughed a bit, then explained, “No. she’s pretty but I’m not… attracted to her.” 

“Why not? She’s beautiful and she has the perfect body! Plus her hair is perfect and she’s so skinny, anyone could fish her out of water.” You spoke the words before you even realized it, feeling the consequences seconds later when Law hesitated to respond.

“I don’t like…” he paused and smiled into an evil smirk, like it was second nature, “I prefer women who have something I can hold onto.” 

You sat up with eyes wide in shock, and mouth agape. “But…” 

“What? I’m not allowed?” Law looked at you now, and you could swear there was something in his eyes. Something that you could get extremely familiar with. 

While you remained there speechless, Law finished on your leg. As he smoothed the bandages over the slice, you stared at his hands. 

“I’m done. Just make sure you take it easy for 3 days, unless you want it to reopen.” Law stood, turning swiftly and started to clean his tools and pack his equipment. 

“You don’t like Hancock at all?” You called out from the hospital bed.

“No. I like people with something to hold onto. Like you.” Law turned slightly, you could just barely see his face enough to tell he was being serious.

“Oh! Uhm!”

“I like people who have soft thighs I can use as pillows, people who have a belly for me to grab while spooning, people that have a butt and love handles. I like to grab them and watch…” 

Your eyes were wide, unsure of why he was telling you this and why he wouldn’t stop. 

“I like people who have meat on their bones. Plus when a person like that is drowning, only a real man can save them. I can lift you, and I can lift you when you're soaked too.” 

“Law I.. why are you,” you couldn’t think of the words you wanted to use, until Law interrupted.

“Why would I tell you?” You nodded fervently, “I’m telling you because I hope you’ll do something about it.” 

You stared at him, he seemed so far from you. He wasn’t at all but you felt weird trying to stand on your leg that was freshly patched. So you motioned for him to come over to you with your hand. 

“Why?” He was walking over as he spoke. 

“I have to tell you something..” you motioned for him to come closer, so he did. 

You again motioned for him to come closer, and he rolled his eyes but did again.

You leaned forward and closed the gap between you two, whispering to him “my type in men.. its men who are named Law.” 

He turned his head towards yours in shock, and you chuckled. He took the opportunity of the proximity and pressed his lips to yours. Your chuckle died in your throat, as you pressed back into him. 

It felt like magic. His lips were soft, and soo warm. You were convinced such a cold steely man would have a matching body. 

Then you realized, all this time. Law wasn’t cold, he was just caring in a different way. He had answered every question you had. He never put you down, and he seemed to like you the way you are. 

[the-badger-mole]

If It's Not Too Late

"I don't want to be pressured into this." Katara paused outside of Zuko's office when she heard her friend's frustrated tone.

"Don't be silly, Nephew," Iroh chided. "There's no pressure. It's just one evening."

"Right," Zuko scoffed. "One evening to start with. And then the other advisors and nobles hears about it, and then soon they all want just one evening."

"And why should that be a bad thing?" Iroh chortled. "If I was a younger man, I'd be thrilled to be in your position."

"No one's stopping you now. You take my place."

"I would be disappointing a lot of lovely young ladies if I did that." Katara scrunched her nose at that. Young ladies?

"I don't care!" Katara could almost picture Zuko throwing his hands up in frustration. "I'm not going to be paraded around like some...some side of bison-cow."

"Don't think of it that way," Iroh said, trying to calm his nephew. "After all, it's healthy for a young man to have a robust dating life. And if none of these young women turn out to be your future Fire Lady, well...at least you'll have a few pleasant evenings." Katara raised her hand to knock on the door, and the conversation on the other side came to a halt.

"Come in," Zuko called. Katara poked her head in, smiling brightly and pretending she hadn't been eavesdropping.

"Hey, I'm done cataloging for today," she told the two men. "I spoke to Kuoromi about getting some of the bigger items loaded into crates."

"That's wonderful!" Iroh said. "I'm so glad to see so many recovered Southern Tribe artifacts being returned to their rightful home."

"There's so much more than I thought," Katara said. She crossed the room and sat down in Zuko's abandoned chair. She was one of very few people who would have dared claim the Fire Lord's seat, and she threw her legs over the

armrest and leaned her head against the back. "I'm sending back a whole ship-full of stuff, but there's still so much more to sort and catalogue. I may need a few more weeks."

"Take as long as you need," Zuko said waving carelessly. "I like having you around."

"Yeah, well.." Katara cleared her throat and fiddled with the end of her hair. "I like being around. Also," she perked up excitedly. "I found a scroll of Southern style bending!"

"Congratulations!" Zuko said with genuine happiness for her. "I think this calls for a sparring session."

"Give me a couple of days to work out the new stances and you're on," Katara grinned at Zuko.

"I look forward to seeing what you've learned," Iroh said, encouragingly. "Also, I'm glad you're here. I was just trying to talk the Fire Lord into accepting an invitation from a lovely young lady who's interested in him." Katara froze with a smile still on her face.

"O-oh!" she managed to squeak out. "Um...I'm not sure what I can add here. No one's ever accused me of being a wing-woman." She managed to force out an odd, stilted laugh. "I-is there a reason you don't want to go?"

"I don't know her," Zuko said with a huff. "I've seen her maybe twice. I'm pretty sure her parents put her up to it in the first place. I'm not interested in going out with these women who only see me as a way to elevate their family's social standing."

"But, Nephew, if you refuse every girl who asks you on a date, how will you ever get to know any of them?" Iroh countered. "Perhaps you are right, and her parents did encourage her to invite you do dinner, but does it necessarily mean that there is no chance of a deeper connection between you? Master Katara, please, tell him that dating is just a natural part of finding your life partner." Katara could feel her cheeks heat up and she sputtered a bit.

"Well...well...if he doesn't want to go," she said hesitantly. "Maybe he shouldn't. After all, Zuko has the social inclination of recluse spider crab."

"Thanks," Zuko said drily.

"I'm just saying that maybe this isn't the best approach to dating for you," Katara rolled her eyes. "I'm agreeing with you!"

"By making me sound like some anti-social hermit!"

"You said that," Katara sniffed primly. "Not me. Besides, didn't you just break up with Mai? It's not the best idea to jump from relationship to relationship." Iroh cleared his throat to cut in.

"Actually, it's been just over a year since Zuko and Mai broke up," he reminded Katara. "I know one can't rush the healing process, but that seems like a respectable length of time to wait to start dating again. Don't you agree?"

"I-I guess," Katara said hesitantly. After all, it had been almost two years since she'd come to her senses and broke up with Aang, and she had dated casually since. Still, casual dating didn't suit her as much as she thought it would, and it would suit Zuko even less in her opinion. Iroh and Zuko were looking at her expectantly, though. Finally, she shrugged and gave the weak offering of, "It's always good to try new things?"

"Whatever." Zuko rolled his eyes and left the office in a huff.

"Please think about it, at least!" Iroh managed to call after Zuko before the door was unceremoniously shut.

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It took Katara a couple of days between sorting an cataloging Water Tribe artifacts to learn the firsts few Southern style waterbending stances well enough to feel comfortable sparring. Zuko won that session, but Katara had already figured out how to improve her stances.

"Next time, I'm going to wipe the floor with you," she promised Zuko.

"You're on," Zuko said, shooting her a cocky smirk. Katara inhaled sharply and looked away.

"Um...yeah," she said, trying to cover up how awkward she suddenly felt. "Well, how about two days from now? I have meetings all morning tomorrow, and all afternoon is going to be more cataloging."

"I can't." Zuko glanced at her apologetically, and Katara thought she saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "I-I have date."

"...what?" Katara felt as if she'd just had a bucket of ice cold water dumped over her head. She plastered a wide smile on as Zuko shifted nervously on his feet.

"Uncle talked me into accepting that invite Lord Ueto's daughter gave me," he explained. "And, well, I guess you two. It's always good to try new things, right?"

"I-I sure did say that, didn't I?" Katara busied herself with a towel and turned her focus to cleaning the sweat off of her arms and shoulders. "Do I know the lucky girl?"

"Lucky," Zuko scoffed. "Sure. And I think you might have met her briefly at the midsummer banquet, but there were a lot of people there. You might not remember. Her name is Sayaka." The name didn't ring any bells with Katara, but she had met a lot of nobles that evening. Each of them prettier than the last. Katara hadn't missed the way everyone in court seemed to eager to introduce Zuko to a daughter, or a niece, or a younger sister that night. It had taken claiming him for a couple of dances for Katara to even have a chance to talk to her friend. He hadn't seemed very interested in any particular girl that evening, but Sayaka, it seemed, hadn't been discouraged by that.

"So, when are you seeing her?" Katara asked.

"In two days," Zuko said almost laughing. "Remember? That's why I have to postpone our rematch."

"Right," Katara ducked her head, hoping Zuko would mistake the sudden redness in her cheeks for exertion. "What's the plan?"

"I thought since she asked me, I'd let her decide," Zuko said. "I think the basic plan is dinner and a play, though. Her family has a box at the Taira Theater."

"That's a little basic, isn't it?" Katara laughed a little.

"I like the theater," Zuko said with a shrug. "Why? What do you like to do on a first date?"

"Something where we can talk," Katara told him. Then she hurried to add, "Me and my date, that is. I like dinner, maybe dancing, if the music isn't too loud. This guy I saw for a bit back home took me on a picnic to see the spirit lights."

"A picnic on ice?" Zuko raised his brow skeptically.

"It was fun!" Katara insisted. Then she paused for a moment. "Well...it would have been fun if he had talked about literally anything but himself and his hunting skills." Zuko let out a bark of laughter.

"That's something I'll keep in mind," he promised. "I hate talking about myself anyway. Any other tips?"

"Tips?"

"It's my first date since Mai," Zuko admitted sheepishly. "I haven't been on a first date in at least five years. Got any advice?" Katara's mind went blank. She was the go to for nearly all of her friends for advice, and she was rarely at a loss for words, but now her mind was blank.

"I-I don't know," she said. "Just...just be your self, I guess?"

"Myself?" Zuko groaned. "No one wants that."

"Why not? She asked you out, didn't she? She must have liked you."

"Or maybe she just liked my crown."

"Zuko," Katara sighed and rolled her eyes. "Of course she asked you out because she likes you." Zuko snorted. "Okay, maybe the fact that you're the Fire Lord had a bit to do with it, but..."

"But?" Zuko prompted.

"Ugh!" Katara threw her head back in exasperation. "There's a lot to like about you! You're smart, you're compassionate, you're a great dancer. Sometimes you're funny. On purpose, even! Just because she might also like that you're the Fire Lord doesn't mean she only likes that you're the Fire Lord." When Katara finished her speech, she found Zuko gaping at her, and immediately the blush was back on her cheeks.

"Sometimes I'm funny?" he repeated after a moment. Katara grinned at him cheekily and sauntered off, leaving Zuko protesting after her.

There was no protocol for taking the Fire Lord on a date. Katara realized after the fact that that must be the reason no one else had dared to ask Zuko out. And as he didn't seem very inclined to approach any woman for a date, it was no wonder that he'd had such a long dry spell after ending things with Mai for good. Still, Sayaka had done what no other had dared to do and made a move on Fire Lord Zuko. Now Katara sat and watched his last minute preparations as he waited for Sayaka to arrive. He was nervous, she could tell.

"The cologne is too much," he muttered mostly to his reflection. Katara thought he smelled nice. In her mind she could see Sayaka leaning into whisper something to Zuko, and lingering to get a whiff of it.

"Maybe you could've gone a bit lighter," she said. Zuko hadn't heard her.

"What did you say?"

"It's fine," Katara said in a louder voice. "It smells good on you. And you look fine. Your hair is fine, your clothes are fine..." And they were. The gold embroidery in the dark red linen shirt played up Zuko's sunkissed skin. He'd let his ear-length dark hair fall messily into his eyes in a way that seemed calculated to invite anyone to push it away from his honey brown eyes. Overall he looked both casual and appropriate for an evening at the theater.

"Just fine?" Zuko frowned at his reflection in the mirror.

"Absolutely fine," Katara repeated with a wistful smile. "Sayaka won't know what hit her." For the next few minutes, Katara did her best to keep Zuko from fussing at his appearance, until she was relieved of duty by the arrival of Iroh to announce that Sayaka had arrived and Zuko's carriage and guard were ready to carry them off on their date. Iroh made himself scarce after the announcement, but Katara decided to walk Zuko down to the main hall.

Sayaka was gorgeous. She was tall and willowy with the same kind of delicate features that had made Mai so attractive, but Sayaka was much more effervescent than Zuko's ex had been. She smiled, bright and friendly, when she saw Zuko. Katara's steps faltered and she let Zuko go on the rest of the way without her.

"Hi, Sayaka," Zuko greeted her. "It's nice to see you."

"Same!" Sayaka said with an enthusiasm that Katara couldn't find any hint of artifice in. She even flashed a friendly smile at Katara, though it was just now occurring to the young waterbender how weird it was for her to walk Zuko out to meet his date.

"I'm just heading to the garden," Katara said by way of explaining her presence to Zuko's date. Zuko shot her a quick questioning glance (Katara rarely went to the public garden), but Sayaka didn't seem to notice.

"I'm glad I got the chance to meet you!" Sayaka said with charming sincerity. "I know how close you and the Fire Lord are, and I was hoping to meet at least one of his friends."

"You can call me Zuko," he said. "It might be awkward to call me Fire Lord all evening." Sayaka agreed with a musical laugh. Katara bit down hard on the inside of her lips. Zuko offered Sayaka his arm and escorted her out to the waiting carriage. Katara watched them leave with her fists clenched at her sides. As they left, Katara took several deep breaths and tried to convince herself that the twisting in her stomach was normal.

Katara didn't go to the garden. After Zuko and Sayaka were gone, she headed back upstairs to Zuko's office. No one stopped her, having been warned that she was to have access to any room in the palace she pleased. Normally Katara wouldn't have gone into Zuko's office without his permission, regardless, but tonight she felt drawn there. His seat smelled like him. There was a hint of the same scent he was wearing that evening, and something that was a bit more...him.

There was no reason for Katara to be so bothered about him going out with Sayaka that evening. After all, she knew that part of his job as Fire Lord was to find a wife and have a family to lead the next generation of the Fire Nation. Still, he was only 21 years old. What was the hurry to marry him off? At the very least, Katara hoped that Zuko wouldn't feel pressured to make a choice about Sayaka after one date. She seemed nice enough, but she wasn't a good fit Zuko. That much was clear to Katara almost immediately. Sayaka seemed like someone who liked obvious jokes. She wouldn't understand Zuko's dry wit and sarcastic, sometimes dark humor. Katara could see Zuko trying to make a joke and it landing poorly. Sayaka seemed kind enough to force a chuckle, but Zuko would inevitably notice, and would feel self-conscious about it for the rest of the night. Katara would have to sooth his anxiety later. In the privacy of his chambers, of course, to keep away from prying eyes and ears eager to know all about the Fire Lord's love life. They would talk over tea...or maybe wine. Wine made Katara feel bolder.

She sat up and shook her head. There was no reason for Katara to need to feel bold. There was no reason for her to even believe that the date would go poorly. Zuko could just as well impress Sayaka. It was clear she was very open to being impressed. She might laugh just hard enough at his jokes. Make just enough compliments to his looks, his intelligence, his unique wit to make Zuko open up to the possibility of finding her every bit as attractive as she found him. And then what would that mean for...well...for his friends? Sayaka wouldn't want her...wouldn't want them around much, would she? And even if Sayaka didn't mind Katara's presence, between family planning and running a country, Zuko wouldn't have much time for her...for his friends anymore.

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The sound of low voices brought Katara out of her sleep. It took her a few moments to realize that she was still sitting in Zuko's office. A quick glance at the clock told her it was late. Very late. Too late to still be hanging around in Zuko's office. Katara crept to the door and pressed her ear to it. Zuko was just outside, back from his date. Katara glanced at the clock again and frowned. How long did dinner and a show take, anyway? The sound of Iroh's voice pulled Katara back.

"I'm glad you had a good time," Iroh said. "Will there be a second date?" There was a long pause and Katara held her breath as she waited for Zuko's reply.

"I don't know," he said at last. "Maybe. She was really nice. I didn't end up eating much at dinner, though. I was too nervous. And I'm kind of tired."

"Then by all means don't let me keep you up," Iroh chuckled. "You can tell me all the details tomorrow. Perhaps you should send to the kitchen for a snack."

"I may," Zuko said. "I have to decide if I'm more tired or hungry."

"Good night, then, my nephew."

"Good night, Uncle."

Katara waited several more minutes until she was certain that both men were far enough away that she could slip out of the office unnoticed. She hurried towards her room before she halted abruptly, and glanced towards Zuko's rooms. Then she went back in the direction she'd come from, and hurried downstairs.

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Zuko was not a night person. The chances were not low that he was already in bed when Katara crept up to his door, fifteen minutes later. Still, she took a deep breath and knocked lightly at his door. Then she waited.

After a few nerve wracking moments, the door swung open to reveal Zuko in his pajamas, looking unsurprisingly ready for bed. His eyes widened when he saw Katara . He glanced up and down the hall, instinctively looking for a threat. Then his eyes landed back on her, his brow drawn in concern.

"I couldn't sleep," Katara explained. "It's a nice night, and I thought I'd go to the roof and look at the stars for a while. You....you want to join me?" Zuko stared at her in stunned silence. Katara knew she must be blushing fiercely, but she managed a welcoming smile as she held up a small basket of snacks she'd gotten from the kitchen. Her heart hammered in her chest as she waited for Zuko to tell her he was too tired, to offer to tell her all about his date when he told his uncle. But then Zuko's mouth tilted up into a lopsided smile.

"Alright," he said, at last. He stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him, and when Katara slid her hand into his, he said nothing, but wrapped his hand around hers. Despite hinting to Iroh that he was tired, Zuko found enough energy to sit on the roof with Katara until the sun began to rise.

Part 2

[shirefantasies]

hi!!! if you're still doing match-ups i'd love to request one! the ones you've done so far are so cute. so my name is asiya and i am half indian half pakistani. i have long brown hair and brown eyes and my face is pretty pale. i am 5'0 so def on the shorter side LMFAOO. i rlly love reading and writing when i'm not busy with college. i also rlly like to try new foods and go on trips. i also am the occasional baker and chef when i'm not lazy so there's also that. in addition, i rlly like going for walks and listening to music i find that sooo soothing. i'm also a big movie watcher. like if you tell me we're watching a movie i will be tuned in idc. i'm pretty guarded when you first meet me but once i've become comfortable with you it's over bro. i will make jokes and yap 24/7. anyways i hope that's enough information. thank you so much and keep up the great work <3

“oh hey this is asiya again sorry i forgot to add but could you do a lotr match for me tysm <3” Absolutely I can because your man is...

Faramir!

Interest arises in Faramir’s mind the moment he hears a troupe of entertainers has rolled its way to Minas Tirith- quite unusual, indeed. Always one for the arts, though, he is determined to make his way to it at least once while he has the opportunity. After all, they have undertaken the great effort to erect a stage for the benefit of his people. Shuffling into the crowd, Faramir is unsure what to expect right up to the moment the curtain rolls upward, revealing a pair of players. The moment they speak, the setting changes and he is enveloped in story.

So enveloped, in fact, that by the end of it he feels compelled to rise up and make his way backstage with compliments. As soon as the curtain parts, his eyes meet yours, catching the way they flutter in surprise. “My apologies,” he tells you, “I was simply captured by what you showed today. Truly I am grateful to have made my way to your show.” “What,” you ask him, stepping closer, “is your name?” “Faramir, my lady,” he bows slightly, a hand across his chest before it reaches for yours. Letting him take your hand, you incline your head. “Asiya,” you say, “and I admire your love of theatre. Put me before a play and all the world fades.” “Put you in one and you have quite the same effect,” he remarks with a smile.

He cannot help asking if you have seen the great art of Minas Tirith, and when you say no he presses on to inquire if he might be the one to show you. Thus you find yourselves strolling through a great hall before poring over massive, intricate tapestries that have you both musing over the stories behind them, laughing lightly as you all but write a play together from it all. Your presence is natural to Faramir, his whole body relaxing in a way it simply did not around most, and he cannot help hoping you feel the same.

The next time he finds you, you are leaning out a window of all places, waving him down with a lovely grin. You’ve baked some fresh bread and are wondering if he would come in for some; there is soup also, a new recipe. “I suppose I was inspired today,” you joke as Faramir sits across from you. Your eyes shine as you ask him how it is. The picture is calm, domestic, and the whole thing brings heat to his face. When you finish your meal, discussing your favorite books, it is clear neither of you wish the night to end, so you leave for a stroll.

Draping his cloak over your shoulders, Faramir watches your movements, tracks your smile and mirrors it. “Minas Tirith is a place of beauty,” you remark, eyes tracing up to the sky. “It is,” he agrees, his gaze focused solely upon you, “a place of history, of many mighty works of men and yet you bring something new. I wish that the White City could always glow with such creation, such vibrance as you give it.” “Faramir,” you tease, swatting his arm lightly, “is this your way of trying to steal me?” “I would not have you parted from the things that enliven you so, that which brings the smile to your face, and yet I confess Minas Tirith has never shone so as when you entered it.” “Wow,” you reply, gorgeous lips parting and big brown eyes widening, diverting their full attention Faramir’s way, “I had intended to make a joke about your ploy working, but now I’ve simply lost my words entirely. Would that I had a script.”

“Well, you need no script for this.” And thus beneath Minas Tirith’s moonlight, under the shadow of soaring white towers and the glitter of stars alike, your lips met, Faramir’s hand cradling your cheek with tenderness you could never imagine.

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[sigyns-drafts]

This is just another request but can I please ask for Thor with kianna komori

Like in this scenario he meets her during Ragnarok and ends up confessing his feelings but Adam intervenes and refuses and kianna

( also this is an au where Adam wins against the Zeus)

Doesn't say a word but agrees with Papa Adam because she knows Papa Knows Best and if it means walking away from someone that she loves then so be it since she doesn't want to get hurt again and because Papa Knows Best

A/N: Hello, yes of course! I'd love to take another request, we love some protective Papa Adam!! ✨😼

Papa knows best 🤍

Adoptive daughter of Adam OC x Thor

➩ During the second round of Ragnarok, as Thor watches from afar at the fight. A young mortal woman caught his eye, filled with only worry for her father Adam. The woman was dressed in so much white it was almost hard for Thor to look away.

And worse enough, fate had decided that he would finally feel something he had never felt before, was this love? After the fight is over and Adam triumphantly wins. While the gods are outraged Thor walks off, promising he'll only check on the girl he had seen.

➩ Reader type: OC x RoR!Thor

⚠: Rejection to love confession, a parent rejecting their child's love intrest, a character being badly injured, overprotective father.

In the midst of Ragnarok's chaos, Thor, the god of thunder, found himself face to face with Kianna Komori, a mortal girl dressed adorned with white roses in her dark brown hair and along her long flowing dress as well.

Bows and jewels of the matching colors of the purest color. That is probably why the thunder got had noticed her in the first place.

She stood out amidst the fights between God and men, the poor girl watching with worry in her golden eyes as her father, Adam father of humanity fought for his children.

She prayed that he would emerge safety as the blonde man fought Zeus out of all the gods and eventually.. He had won!

Their eyes met when Kianna started to cheer, tears falling down her cheek. Something stirred within Thor's heart, it made him feel something he had never felt before, not for someone like her..

After the fight ended, Thor did something that was very much unlike him.

While the gods were outraged that they had lost the second round, Thor distanced himself and went to go find this woman he had met eyes with.

He swore he just wanted to make sure everything was alright, nothing more.

Kianna and her mother Eve, together with her two older brothers had just visited their father and husband heal up within a strange glowing tube.

The breathing mask and many wires that were attached to him was a difficult sight.

So much so Kianna needed to step outside for a bit, despite what she had just seen and experienced, she couldn't have been more relived on her fathers behalf.

It was just a very overwhelming situation..

"Are you alright, mortal? This battle is fierce and can be difficult to watch.."

Thor spoke quietly as he approached the shorter woman, larger in comparison to her.

Kianna turns quickly to face the long red haired man and jumps slightly, her heart beating hard and her eyes widening.

She wondered why a god like her was even here at this time?! Why was he so concerned about her out of all people?

"I... I'm fine. Just trying to calm down after what I've just witnessed.."

"During these times, that is nothing compared to the bloodshed I've seen.

But fear not, for I shall protect you with all my might if you wish me to.."

"Protect me..?" Kianna questions, blushing slightly at this random offer.

As Thor extended his mighty hand to Kianna, a voice echoed from behind, halting their moment.

It was Adam, Kianna's adoptive father who had emerged from his healing station, his threatening gaze stern and protective!

Still covered in bruises, injuries he halts over to them, dragging himself with all his strength. "Stay back, Thor. My daughter's safety is not your concern."

Chaos could be heard coming from inside the labs where Adam had been resting not long ago, the screams of panic from Eve and his sons could be heard, realizing he was missing.

But Adam had to care later!

Thor raises an eyebrow and grunts, having not expected Adam a mere mortal to be up and going after such a fierce fight. Barely anyways as his state hadn't improved a lot.

"But I mean her no harm..I only wish to ensure her well-being amidst all this.."

Adam lifts his arm and stands in front of Kianna to shield her.

Kianna herself being as shocked as her family at this point, barely had time to react!

"P-Papa what are you-!?"

"I appreciate your intentions, but Kianna's safety is my responsibility. She doesn't need to be involved with gods and their affairs."

Kianna embraced her father from behind and remained silent, torn between her affection for Thor and her loyalty to Adam.

Thor realizing Adam was going to be in the way of them ever speaking together again, for the first time in his life did something on impulse! He needed to reveal his confession!

"Kianna, I must confess something to you. Amidst all of this, I have found myself drawn to you in ways I cannot explain.."

Kianna's heart raced at Thor's words, but she dared not speak, knowing her father's disapproval was for certain.

Yet, she found the thunder god to secretly be such a sweet guy for offering himself to protect her, when they didn't even know each other. It was a rough situation.

Adam having heard enough grew inpatient and turns to Kianna, grabbing a hold of her, only for the poor girl to be holding him up so that he would not collapse onto the floor.

"Enough you cruel god.. Kianna, we must leave and go back inside." The man groans, trying to stand up and lead them.

"Papa please, you didn't have you do this to yourself!" Kianna expressed with worry.

She nodded obediently at her fathers words, her eyes betraying her inner turmoil as she reluctantly turned away from Thor.

Thor watched as Kianna and Adam disappeared into the lab rooms again, a heaviness settling in his chest.

He knew this had been a bad idea at the start and that he had to let her go, for her own safety and happiness.

As Kianna walked beside Adam, she stole a glance back at Thor as he too turned around and was about to walk off, barried within his own dark and deep thoughts.

Kianna's heart was heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.

But she trusted Adam's judgment, believing that he knew what was best for her, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness and possible future life she could've had with Thor.

After all, Papa knows best.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Royal Diaries - Chapter 6

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Pairings: Boba Fett x OC (Cinderella), Din Djarin x OC (Snow White)

Rating: T

Warnings:  Being electrocuted, whipped, duel, implied killings, I think that’s it. If I miss any please let me know

Word count: 5,902

Authors’ Note: Hello lovelies,

Man it’s so awesome to be back and writing, I am sooooo sorry I wasn’t able to upload anything in October, but it was a really rough month for me. I had a migraine practically everyday, and I still had to go to work. It got so bad that at one point I had to go to the ER because none of my meds were doing anything. I’ve missed you all and love oo.

I am currently working on SOTF (Sins of the Father) and hoping to upload in two weeks, this is the longest I’ve going without updating any of my stories without being on hiatus and it’s killing me. Thank you for bearing with me in the meantime. Thank you @firstofficerwiggles for being an amazing writing partner. LOVE OO.

Drawing done by @imabeautifulbutterfly

Cinderella’s eyes focused on the carbonite, her sister’s face was still as beautiful as she remembered. She couldn’t see the full hall below from her vantage point, one thing was definitely sure, they were outnumbered at least ten to one.

“How many guards do you guys figure?”

Din leaned over trying to get an estimate, he could see the outline of a further five tables each looked packed, “Well if the tables I’m seeing are as big as the ones in view right now, I’m thinking at least 80 maybe 95 Crimson Dawners down there.”

“I would think more” Boba interjected, “Those are the ones that can be seen, what about those that can’t. I’m going to say at least 50.”

“Either way, we’re outnumbered” Cinderella’s eyes took in every aspect before she settled herself down against the barrier, “We’ll have to plan this out carefully, otherwise it could mean the end for all of us.”

Diary of Cinderella D’arbav of Mandalore

If I had known those words would’ve led us to the predicament we now found ourselves in, I would’ve kept my mouth shut. As wonderful as Boba is, and as astonishing as Mand’alor Djarin is, neither of them expected for things to go so wrong. Our plan was to wait till the partying had died down, and most went to their sleep cycle. With most off-duty, moving about the compound should have been easier.

The three of us split up, I hid myself in the air ducts, using them to move me closer towards Snow’s slab, while Din and Boba moved through the hallways, sticking to the shadows. Our goal was to limit the body count as much as possible, keeping our presence as close to invisible as possible.

Everything was going great, and yet in a moment that I live over and over again in my head, someone tripped an alarm. Who it was? Where it was tripped from? I hadn’t the foggiest ideas. All I could do was wait and watch from my spot, there was nothing I could do as twenty guards took Boba into custody after mowing down thirteen of their own guards, and Din had another fifteen guards escorting him after he took down fifteen of their own men.

Great! Now what do I do? Either way I needed to make a decision, either I continue on the original plan to retrieve Snow or I do what I can to save Boba and Din. Do I stay or do I go?

As much as Cinderella wanted to go after Boba and Din at that very moment, truth of the matter was, she only had a limited time to rescue Snow before the rest of the guards came looking for her. Although, Cinderella knew those two would’ve rather endured torture before giving away her position.

She finally made it to the dining hall, where Qi’ra’s throne was; it had been emptied. At that moment, it struck her, she hadn’t seen a guard for a good twenty minutes; although she didn’t see anyone she lowered herself down from the air duct careful of every noise and movement around her.

It wasn’t long before she was standing in front of Snow’s carbonite form, she was dismayed yet relieved to see her sister’s face, she looked calm, peaceful even. Her helmet held carefully in her hands, despite it being covered in the dark grey carbonite, Cinderella could still see her famous blue, red and golden design, her sister spent days planning and painting. She could even see spots where Snow’s armour peering out amongst the cold carbonite. 

Cinderella looked at the vitals on the display readout on the side of the carbonite, everything was still in the green. Snow’s heartbeat, pulse, brain function, everything was normal. Cinder’s eyes focused on the readout that stated duration in carbonite, it read 6 years, 9 months, 23 days. She closed her eyes, knowing this hellish prison Snow was trapped in for so long was no one else’s fault but Cinderella’s own. The guilt she felt began to overwhelm, and it would’ve caused her to shut down, had it not been for the realization she still need to get her out of there, she quickly rested her head against the side of the carbonite thanking the maker she had finally found Snow.

Cinderella moved methodically and efficiently as she examined every inch of the carbonite, making sure there was no trigger or booby-trap set to alert anyone if she removed Snow from her perch. It took her longer than she wanted but pretty soon she was able to lower Snow and get the carbonite’s hover system operational.

She wanted to wake her up right there and then however there were a number of issues with that idea. First, Snow’s health when she came out of carbonite. She wouldn’t be able to guarantee her sister would make it, and she didn’t want to risk her health any more than absolutely necessary. Second, between transporting Snow and finding the other two twiddle dees, she wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on Snow to the degree she wished. She needed to store her sister somewhere safe first, she could hide her on Boba’s ship, unfortunately, at the present time it was surrounded by Crimson Dawners.

Her only option would be to hide her somewhere, she wouldn’t be easily discovered. Cinderella, remembered Din mentioning he had passed a storage room that contained empty carbonite containers, she always remembered her father used to say, ‘Nothing works as well as hiding beskar amongst polished durasteel, only the wise can find the true treasure.’

She inched her way along the corridor, the lack of guards was really starting to concern her. It was one thing to see the occasional guards here and there, but to see no guards, not even the hint of a guard, could only mean Boba and Din were in danger. Cinderella worked quickly to make sure Snow was properly stored away and hidden. As much as she didn’t want to leave her sister, she needed to get back to the two dummies who had somehow managed to get themselves captured.

Leave it to Mandalorians to hold a duel just as soon as they have a moment to deal with their intruders. Diary I’m sure you would’ve been just as shocked as I was, when I came upon an arena filled to the brim with observers, all chanting in one voice ‘Long Live Lady Qi’ra,’ followed in quick succession with ‘Rise New Mand’alor’, I guess if you have a chance at the darksaber, you take any opportunity that’s presented, regardless of how impractical it could be. 

Cinderella climbed higher to get a better vantage point, hoping to truly see who was down there with Qi’ra.

The petite woman may have appeared sweet and innocent, but in truth she was more skilled and vicious than any viper. There were rumours about her previous masters and the training she received. Watching her fight in the arena, clearly showed the rumours surrounding her train were accurate, her training leaked through with every thrust of her sword, every parry, every time she blocked one of the darksaber's attacks. She was aggressive, defiant, and brilliant display of fury and beauty.

Cinderella watched as Qi’ra’s and Djarin’s swords clashed again and again, each time they met their swords whistled and sang adding to the noise from the spectators. The growing pandemonium began to shake the very foundation of the arena, yet no one seemed alarmed.

Unable to do anything, she watched as Din avoided Qi’ra’s attacks relentlessly, he looked as though every movement was a struggle, as if the darksaber grew heavier with each swing he took. In a moment, where Din seemed exhausted, Qi’ra managed to land a blow against the darksaber, the impact clearly took a toll on the Mand’alor. Yet, he found his footing and regained his strength.

Cinder’s eyes shifted from Din and found the familiar green Mandalorian armour she had grown to love in the past month and a half. Her eyes locked on his visor, although he couldn’t see her, she could see how much he hated watching Djarin in the ring with Qi’ra. Boba’s hands clenched against his arms, if his fists tightened anymore, his gloves would easily tear. She wanted to comfort him, to be there holding his hands, but now was not the time.

Watching Djarin standing his ground made me respect him a little more, even if it showed that he really didn’t know what he was doing with that sword. It looked like the sabre was fighting against him with each step he took and clearly he was losing against the darksaber. The times I’d seen Snow practice with the sabre she was smooth, it appeared as an extension of her body, never once did it seem that she had to fight it to obey her. Maybe the issue was Din and not the sword itself, the only one who could help him was stuck in carbonite, no doubt when Snow wakes up, she’d be willing to help the bumbling idiot understand how to use the sword as it was meant to … well maybe. 

Din was getting more and more annoyed at Qi’ra, she was smaller and quicker on her feet than he had expected, it almost felt she was trained by several different masters, yet she masterfully combined their teachings into her own style. If it wasn’t throwing him off, he would’ve been impressed with her skills, yet there was something odd about her sword that made her strikes harder than it should’ve been. 

Cinderella watched from the rafters, keeping her eyes on Qi’ra, she noticed every so often her thumb and forefinger seemed to move over her hilt, tapping in certain spots. She focused on the hilt of her sword, when she realized there was some sort of battery pack attached to it, what it did was anyone’s guess.

Feeling utterly helpless and useless, Cinderella watched as Qi’ra made one final move thrusting her sword into Djarin’s side. She could feel her breath leave her as he dodged Qi’ra’s strike just in time, knocking her sword out of her hand.

Judging by the silence filling the arena, the crowd clearly weren’t expecting to see their leader defeated. However, she wasn’t giving up so easily. Cinderella watched in horror as three guards came up behind Djarin, a vibro-whip came unfurling out from beside each of them, without warning all three electrocuted him while his back was towards them.

Din got the wind knocked out of him as he felt thousands of volts coursing through his body, he fell to his knees without hesitation, his strength and endurance evaporated when he saw Qi’ra’s sword fly out of her hand. His chest tightened as he tried to regulate his breathing, his heart was pounding in his ears as the blood coursed through faster and faster, he felt his nerves jittering and jumping from the electricity still flowing through his body. Just as he was about to regain his strength he felt a sharp sting along his side, across the back of his legs, with each sting the tightness in his heart and the pounding in his ear increased. Before long he started seeing black spots, until his visioned darkened completely.

Boba watched from the side lines, his hands clenched against his sides as he saw the Mand’alor being cheated and treated disrespectfully. He won the duel fair and square but that wasn’t good enough for the likes of these so called Mandalorians. He watched helplessly from the side as they continued to whip Djarin, even though all indications were he was unconscious. Boba had a great deal of respect for the Mand’alor. In fact, he viewed him as his brother; a more legitimate brother than all those clones, who’d call each other vod pretending to form some form of familial sentiment.

The burning anger within him, made him want to rush out there and deal with those guards. Yet, he knew, if he did it would mean certain death for the both of them. Right now, they needed to endure until they could get away. There wasn’t much for Boba to do, except watch as Qi’ra stood from where she fell, wiping off the dust in the most nonchalant way possible as she strolled over to the unconscious Din, slowly lowering herself as she yanked the darksaber from his clutched hand. Her actions were contradictory in every sense of the word, she exuded charm and lady-like behaviour, yet her mannerisms were crude and rough.

She examined it carefully, slowly raising till she stood tall and proud. Watching the spectators carefully for their reaction, she thrusted her hand in the air displaying the sword as some would-be victor. The crowd roared and stomped their feet against the ground, causing a gigantic uproarious cheer of support to the woman who cheated in order to achieve the mantle of Mand’alor.

I was absolutely and utterly disgusted by this low act of Lady Qi’ra, a true Mandalorian, a true ruler of Mandalore would honour the act of defeat. To lose in battle to an opponent that is stronger, wiser, faster than you is an honour all Mandalorians hold dear. However, she betrayed that loss and took it upon herself to betray the duel and claim the darksaber for herself as though she was the true victor. Although, I may not fully be on board with Djarin being Mand’alor, he won the darksaber fair and square. He has more than earned the right to be the Mand’alor, I vow, I’ll make sure to retrieve the darksaber for him, for the true ruler of Mandalore.

Cinder watched as the spectators all headed towards their quarters, while Lady Qi’ra headed towards a lift that took her away from everyone, she lived in the highest tower, no doubt a penthouse filled to the brim with security measures and personnel.

She focused her attention back on Boba and Din, watching as they dragged the unconscious Din away, followed by the well guarded Boba. His hands still clenched by his side, Cinderella wanted to reach out and hold his hand, help him relax, him to realize that they weren’t out of options. Watching them being taken away made her stomach tighten, that was her family. She was going to get them back.

Cinder debated for a second who to go to first, Lady Qi’ra to retrieve the darksaber or to her travelling companions; before she even realized her mind had made a decision, her feet were guiding her to where she needed to go. She was light on her feet, as she made down the corridor taking out any guard who happened to pass her path and disposing of their body in a storage closet nearby, hoping to keep things quiet for as long as possible, the time for diplomacy was over, they dared to touch her family and she was going to make them pay.

“Djarin, you awake?” Boba called over to the younger Mandalorian, they needed to find a way out of there, the sooner the better. Despite how much pain he was probably in, and how much he didn’t want to exasperate his injuries what they need … what Boba needed was for Djarin to wake up, so they could find his little one as soon as possible.

Thankfully, it seemed the guards were completely unaware of Cinderella, that knowledge was the only thing that was giving him peace of mind.

Regardless of their circumstances, they still needed to find a way to get out of their cells, find Cinder, get the carbonite back to his ship and then get the hell out of Crimson Dawns territory.

“Din, answer me” his patience was running out, he felt like a trapped animal losing his mind with each passing second. Boba heard a barely audible whimper. “Djarin, can you hear me?” There was a sound of another painful whine, before Boba heard a shift.

“Hey! Mand’alor, need you to wake up vod. Come on”

“Hmmm” Din mumbled an answer, as his head screamed in pain from the massive migraine he was suffering from; it felt as though his brain was being pressed against his skull, as the throbbing reared him back into consciousness.

“Djarin. Jaha. Laam.” (Wake up)

“Mmm-yeahhhh”

“Aya’yida!” (Call to attention)

“Yeah” he groaned out, “I’m here.” His whole body was now screaming in pain, there were parts of his back, his sides and even his lower legs that seemed to be particularly in a lot of pain. All he could want at that moment was a tank of bacta, just to rest and recuperate, however the concrete ceiling reminded him this wasn’t the place to let his guard down.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I was beaten within an inch of my life”

“That’s how it looked like” silence filled the two cells, there wasn’t much else they could do. Boba didn’t have any bacta on him, that was confiscated along with their vambraces and weapons, even their jet packs were taken. After a moment of pure silence, he thought he heard the sounds of snoring coming from Din’s cell. “HEY! WAKE UP!”

“I’m up … just groggy.”

“Well stand up, get to your feet. It’ll help.”

“You really know how to show compassion don’t you” Din groaned out as he shifted in his spot.

“Finally, I get a real response from you.”

“I apologize that my unconsciousness seemed to have put a damper on your boredom.”

“Listen here, we wouldn���t be in this situation if it wasn’t for your poorly executed attempt to quell the merc that was on my ship.”

“Excuse me, I did that to save your companion”

“My companion would’ve been able to deal with that man in a lot more efficient way compared to you.”

“Hold up, I didn’t kill that man, because the agreement was zero body count, it was only a matter of time before he woke up and stumbled his way to the interior of the compound for some help.”

“Fine, but you could have tied him up. Could have dumped his body in the hidden cargo hold.”

Din huffed out an irritated sigh as he slowly stood, attempting to find his footing underneath, “There wouldn’t have been a need to deal with that man if your companion learned how to tread more softly”

“She would’ve treaded more softly if someone hadn’t felt the need to fix up his armour before heading into battle and then not cleaning up his tools.”

“Well if she hadn’t been pestering me for the better part of a week and a half about how my armour needed tweaking, I wouldn’t have pulled out those tools to fix my armour.”

“If you had managed to actually maintain your armour, she wouldn’t have complained about it.”

“The only reason they found us and captured the both of us is because you led them right to me.”

“I did no such thing, you led them to me. I had managed to escape their notice, if you didn’t run into me, and get me captured along with you.”

“You know I did this as a favour to you! I don’t need to be here, fighting my way through pirates, and Jawas, and dealing with freaking Crimson Dawn. I could be at home with my son, instead of leaving his care to my aide.”

“Okay first of all, neither of us knew that he would take a ship back by himself from the Jedi; and need I remind you that we both offered to get you a transport back, so you could be with your son.”

“Oh yeah, a transport, that’s a lot of fun. Having to make sure all my weaponry is intact and not missing when I arrive. Not to mention all the people you have to be squeezed in with. Thanks, but no thanks.

“Well then get your di’kutla head out of your sheb and deal with it.”

“You know the words you’re saying are truly touching, and just reach my heart oh so much…” Din wanted to bust through the door and punch Boba in the nose, if he really wasn’t angry more with himself for staying with them and not going immediately back to Tatooine to be with Grogu. Not to mention losing the sabre. And getting knocked out by two guards, because that no good cheating Qi’ra couldn’t handle losing, when that modulated voice cut through their bantering, “Now, are you two done?”

Both Djarin and Fett rushed to the tiny window provided for their cells, they could see a small figure sitting in a chair, they didn’t need to second guess who it was, it was as clear to them as anything.

“Took you long enough, little one” Boba’s heart jumped a little, he felt a cold rush of nerves run through his hands, his chest tightened, a cold sweat broke out down his spine, she was safe. He was grateful to not only hear her but see her as well.

“You going to get us out of here, Cindy” Din was glad to see she was alive, and appeared to be unharmed, but more than anything he was mostly irritated she was sitting there, her shoulders shaking, no doubt from laughing at their ridiculous banter.

“I don’t know” Cinder tapped the lip of her helmet, “I mean, it is quite enjoyable to see a couple work out their frustrations, and from what I heard it seems that you two were almost at the point, when we could really dive into what seems to be the problem.”

“Exactly how much time did you spend with Hondo, little one?” If Fett didn’t know better, he could’ve sworn it was Hondo sitting there mocking them and not Cinderella.

“Oh come on, cyare, you know I’m kidding.” She stood from her seat brushing off the imaginary dust, well maybe not necessarily imaginary considering all the ducts she was crawling through. “Well … do you want to get out of here, or just enjoy the vacation the two of you seem to be revelling in?”

“Cyar’ika you play a dangerous game” Boba wanted out of that hell hole so he could feel Cinderella in his arms, and reaffirm she was fine.

“Well then can you at least tell me who tripped the alarm, and how you guys ended up in here?”

“Oh cyar’ika, first let me explain that the Mand’alor here didn’t bother tying up the man he took down in the ship, which then led to him finding help. Not to mention if it wasn’t for the excellent sense of direction, Djarin over there has, we wouldn’t have even been caught.”

“Wait …” Cinderella smirked at the thought, “Are you telling me you are not to blame for this in any sense?”

“I’m not the one who couldn’t keep his eyes on his work”

“What are you saying over there Fett?” Djarin was about ready to bust the door down.

“Come on you know you were keeping your eyes on Snow more than on what you were doing”

“I was not!”

“And where were your eyes cyare?” Cinderella teased.

“I think you know exactly where my eyes were, cyar’ika”

“If you two are done flirting, I would like to get out of here” Din propped his raised hand out of the window, hoping to get Cinder’s attention. When all of a sudden he heard a familiar hum as the outline of the darksabre came between the door and wall, he stepped back watching as it sliced through the locks like it was butter. Before he even realized it, the door slid open.

Boba was standing there beside Cinderella, his helmet was in his hand a smirk on his face, he looked at Din’s confused stance as his visor focused on the darksaber that was in Cinderella’s hand. She couldn’t help grin under her helmet, “If you keep staring at her Djarin, you and I are going to have words” Boba’s voice came through loud and clear through his modulator.

“Don’t worry love, I’m sure he’s just wondering about this” she held up the darksaber as nonchalantly as possible, “We should probably get out of here though first.”

“We need to figure out how to get that carbonite out of here” Din spoke up, ignoring the mocking tone coming from the both of them.

“It’s okay Djarin, I already took care of her, we just need to get her to the ship and get out of here. Then you can stare at her all you want.”

“Shut up”

“I have an idea” Boba interjected, “however, first we need our weapons and vambraces, they also took my knee braces.”

“Pretty sure they’re over there” Cinderella motioned with her head to a hallway off to the left, “When I was trying to find you guys, I came across a room that had caches, more than likely that’s where they’ll be.”

No one said anything as they followed Boba towards the storage room, just as she estimated everything they were looking for was there, waiting to be returned to their owners. Within minutes all of them were back in full armour and heading towards the room Cinder had hid Snow. This time they were being ever more cautious taking there time to make sure they didn’t wind up back in that cell or having to face that woman.

“How did you get the sabre back?” Although they agreed to discuss this later, Din’s curiosity was getting the better of him.

“It wasn’t easy” Cinderella mumbled back as they neared the carbonite storage room.

“Care to expand on that, little one?”

She let out a sigh, clearly neither of them were going to let it go, “Let’s just say I saw an opportunity and I took it.” She moved forward making sure to keep them to the shadows, “This is the room, I’ll get her slab, you guys keep watch.”

“Yes, General” Boba saluted, as he watched Cinder go inside taking the lead, it made him warm all over seeing her take her rightful role. He glanced over to Din, he was still sluggish, and he’d been quite solemn since they left the cells, “You okay, vod?”

“Yeah”

“Wounds not hurting too much?”

“Ignoring it for now. I’ll take care of it when we’re back on the ship”

“Are you upset losing the sabre?”

“Never wanted it in the first place”

“But…”

“I don’t know … it’s just …” how could he explain clearly he felt like he let Snow down, he had never felt he deserved or even really knew how to be Mand’alor. However, having lost the sabre in the manner in which he did, really bothered him. He allowed them to get the best of him, to sneak up behind him and knock him out before they whipped him according to Boba and Cinder.

Before he could truly express what he felt, Cinderella came out with the carbonite slab hovering in front of her, “Alright boys, let’s go.”

Everything was going well, that was until they reached the garage, it seemed everyone and their cousin was guarding Boba’s ship. The three of them shifted over to several abandoned crates, well they appeared abandoned according to the amount of dirt piled on them. Cinderella righted the carbonite slowly and carefully making sure not to cause any noise and not to alert anyone to their position.

Din’s eyes kept focusing on Snow’s face, the pictures he had seen, the holovids, none of it did her justice by any shape or form. Her delicate features could be seen even through the carbon, she looked peaceful, serene, an angel frozen in time. He felt his heart skip a beat, as his eyes held on to her face for just a moment longer, hoping to keep that image in his mind.

“Hey!” Cinderella knocked Djarin’s helmet, “Focus!”

“She’s right, Djarin. We need you here.”

“I’m here” he focused his attention back to the garage, “I’m counting at least 30, maybe 45 guards”

“Not to mention the 20 that were in the break room over there” Cinderella motioned towards a door that slid close, “We’ll need to lock that room”

“Any way to get some of the guards into that room” Boba eyed the garage in front of them, determining where the greater security risk was, who would be the most dangerous guard to take out.

“I have an idea” Din offered, “However …” he turned his attention to Cinderella, “Do you think you can draw their attention?”

“Depending on the kind of attention you mean?”

“Get them to think their receiving a gift from Lady Qi’ra”

“Excuse me?” Boba’s tense voice spoke up before she had a chance to react, “Exactly what are you thinking?”

“We paint her armour, and get her to get all of them to go to the break room thinking they’re waiting for a gift from Lady Qi’ra, why? What were you thinking?”

“I’m not thinking anything”

“That’s clearly evident”

“Oh we’re going to start this again” Boba’s fist clenched by his side.

“Boys. Boys. Let us remember we can only stay here for so long before we’re found out. I don’t think we’ll have enough time for me to get their attention, but what if we used the PA system.”

“You think they have a PA system here?” Boba tilted his head at her.

“Or what if we capture one of them, and use their comms to trick them”

“That works, there’s a guard coming this way” Din’s visor focused on the smaller guard who seemed to be on edge, he nodded towards the other two indicating he would take the guard out. He shifted into position, readying himself when an alarm reached their ears.

It wasn’t a warning alarm, rather, some sort of reminder, they remained still, watching as half the crew exited the garage, leaving about 20 in the garage.

Diary,

I thought for sure we were cooked, but when the alarm sounded, and most of the guards exited the garage it was as though a breath of fresh air wafted through. It finally felt we could breathe, it didn’t take us long to make our escape, getting rid of those who stood in our way. We boarded the ship and exited Crimson Dawns territory, as quickly as Boba was able to input the hyperspace code.

“Cinder, can I offer a suggestion?”

She turned to look at Din, his armour was off and his movements were slow, clearly the injuries he had were affecting him now that the adrenaline had crashed.

“Before you make a suggestion” she focused back on Snow’s slab, “Did you apply any bacta on your wounds?”

Din was shocked by the concern, “What? You actually care?”

Cinderella made one final check on Snow, before turning her full attention to Din, “You helped me get my sister back, of course I care. Also …” she stepped closer to him, reaching behind her, pulling out the darksabre, holding out the handle to Din, “This actually belongs to you.”

“I lost it”

“It was stolen”

“During combat”

“After you had already won. Look, she cheated, got her goons to electrocute you, and then whip you, none of that says that she won it in fair combat. If anything it says she’s a petty pathetic woman who does not deserve to have all those people following her. You are it’s rightful owner, and the rightful ruler of Mand’alor.”

She took his hand placing the saber gently in it, closing his hands around the familiar handle. Once it was in his hand she took a step back, “I know I’ve teased, mocked and sometimes … okay I was downright rude to you, but truth of the matter is, I’ve been watching and observing you. You have a restraint that is needed in a leader. You stay true to your word. You are …” she cleared her throat, “You are a Mand’alor my sister would be proud of, and I know she’d want you to have this back.”

Din squeezed his hand around the handle, “Thank you” his eyes focused on the sabre that hadn’t been something he wanted, and yet now having it back made him realize how much he truly missed it. What it meant for him to have won it in the first place. He let out a huff, before focusing on Cinderella’s helmet, “You ever going to tell me how you got it back”

She shifted her head from side to side, “I will … eventually, but seeing how flustered you get not knowing just …” she laughed as she shifted from side to side, “oh it just fills me with joy.” She laughed once more as she turned her attention back to Snow, “Anyways, you came down here because you had a suggestion?”

“I was going to suggest to wait to wake her until we get to Tatooine”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Boba said that he would have the best doctor he knows there, along with extra bacta for the tank.” Cinderella stopped what she was doing to look at her sister’s sleeping face, “You know for six years I’ve dreamt of this moment, and now that we’re here I keep expecting to wake up.”

“Well little one” Boba’s voice filled the cargo hold, “It’s not a dream” he strode up to the two … well three of them, he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze, “It’s not a dream, cyar’ika. You found her and soon, she’ll be awake and by your side. We’re on our way to Tatooine, we should be landing within a day and a half.”

He shifted a little, despite how easy everything seemed, things were not exactly sitting well with him, “Does anyone else feel that was way too easy?”

“I think you’re being paranoid, let’s not forget we did make a significant dent in their gang.”

“Frankly, I didn’t see how anything we did was easy” Din let out an exasperated sigh as a new wave of pain hit him.

“You are in pain, just sit and relax vod”

Cinderella shifted and leaned against Snow’s slab, “Listen even if it was easy, we got out of there and we’re in hyperspace, we can just jump out a few hyperspace links ahead, do a sweep of the ship, make sure there are no trackers. Right?”

“Yeah, I just don’t … something just doesn’t feel right.”

“I know” She rubbed his arm, now that he had mentioned an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach.

Boba glanced over to Din, he turned on the comms between the two of them “Soon you’ll actually get to meet her vod and get to know her as a real live person and not some holoimage. Then hopefully, you can fall in love with the person and not the idea of who she is.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about vod”

“Yes, you do. From what Cinder’s told me, she’s perfect for you.”

“Ahem!” They both turned to look at Cinderella who was leaning against Snow’s slab her body shaking from her silent laughter, “You both do realize I can hear you, right?”

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Focus on seeing Lesser Spotted Woodpeckers at Acres Down in the New Forest 26/02/2023

A week ago, after not seeing one here on an afternoon visit on a day off work the Monday prior, we did our usual Sunday in reverse. To help with being back in time and ready to watch our football team Man United in what would be a triumphant League Cup final, alone making it an amazing day and pivotal one in my year, we tried something likely to be more successful for trying to see the Lesser Spotted Woodpeckers that had been seen a lot here and headed for the forest to be there at 8am. Taking a further walk to Shatterford in the morning. 

It certainly did work as to make it quite a perfect day, alongside a surprise couple of Crossbills the first for the year for us and other great birds seen, we saw the Lesser Spotted Woodpeckers. On arrival it was wonderful to be out on a slightly frosty morning in the relative wilderness and the calm of the New Forest I do want to do more early morning birdwatching as it’s just such a precious time to be out waking up with the day and I feel focused and appreciative of my surroundings in those early hours, and after a few cloudy mornings as hoped the sun was out which lifts such an occasion instantly. After hearing Lesser Spotted Woodpecker drumming we took a bit of a blow though when we arrived to a group of people looking at the distinctive bare tree the woodpeckers come to, as they said one had just flown off. Were we too late? 

The soft caressing drumming of the Lesser Spotted Woodpecker, compared to the harder firm sound of Great Spotted Woodpecker which we also heard that morning, piped up from behind us and wondering if this might be a quick sighting type day of this species which I’d have taken as we had at nearby Millyford Bridge on an early March morning last year we investigated. I was thrilled to spot a Lesser Spotted Woodpecker briefly, my Mum got onto it too and we’d seen it. Then it flew towards the bare tree and landed on it once more. We would enjoy two luxurious bouts of seeing a Lesser Spotted Woodpecker on the bare tree in the golden early sunlight, the first of which there was another around behind it on the tree and we saw the birds chasing each other through a nearby tree. My Mum’s partner, usually lagging behind us when out as he has some mobility issues made it and saw one too. I was in my element as we watched these striking and elusive birds with their keyboard and ladder black and white markings and the male’s alluring red cap. It was a pleasure to take photos with both my DSLR and bridge camera, of the five times I’ve now been so lucky to see these brilliant birds I’ve photographed them three times now and this is the first time I’ve ever managed it in the sun which really pleased me. 

This will go down as one of my birdwatching moments of the year, and I was so thrilled to get it so soon after all the euphoria of the Norfolk trip and in a strong run of birds for me. I have told the story before about how this is a bird I dreamed of seeing from my early birding days due to my love of woodpeckers and there became such a quality goal about it being something unattainable for so long making it so sweet when we did see one. Then when we first ever did see one I spotted it first and I’ve always seemed to be able to predict when we might see them. Every single time I am so fortunate enough to see one of them it never loses that magic for me, and I feel I have seen a glorious bird of my dreams. To have seen one three years in a row now is amazing. As my last post rounding up my week mentioned it was such a woodpecker week with three species seen in three days at the start of it so this sighting felt right at the core of my woodpecker love. I loved spotting it first once more too. It was good to chat to so many fellow watchers including two men we’ve seen at places before. This was a Sunday of sensational moments in a place close to my heart, with a bird species equally so on a very successful day for me which made me smile so much. 

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Chapter 24: Like Father Like Son

note: You think I wouldn't post another chapter this year do you?

With plenty of scenes to go, Buster was always serious about filmmaking. He and his gagmen were at a meeting in the studio, making up many ways to create chaos downtown. It resulted in clever ideas; cows entering the stores, Buster’s character dressing up as the devil to attract the cattle, and policemen being sprayed with water by the firemen. Buster was satisfied with how much had come up, making him more anticipated for filming.

After closing time, Buster left the studio to meet with his father Joe at the Hollywood Hotel. He hadn’t called beforehand, thinking the visit would brighten his lonesome Pop’s day. Another reason was to ask his father if he would participate in the picture for a bit. Buster had given film work to his family members and friends while making short comedies and hadn't stopped when he made features.

Soon after he reached the hotel, Buster headed up to the fourth floor and then knocked on the door to his room. To his surprise, it was not his old man who answered but a short slightly wrinkled blonde woman, plump to the hips with her makeup half-done.

"Oh my stars and garters," She gave him a toothy smile. "You must be Buster Keaton!" She shook his hand. The movement was quick but moderate. “I haven’t seen all of your flickers, but I heard many great things about you from your father.”

Buster was speechless due to his confusion and shyness. 

“Bussy?” Joe peeked out of the bathroom behind the woman with the towel on his shoulders. “Dora, take it easy on him. He's a bashful fellow,” he called.

“Shit, sorry.” She let go of his hand.

“That’s alright ma’am, I've had worse.” Buster brushed his hand onto his pants.

Joe came out of the bathroom in his trousers and an undershirt with bits of shaving cream on his face. The hotel room was smaller than Buster’s in the beach house and was mostly untidy with women’s clothes scattered on the floor and the scent of perfume lingering. The woman, Dora, was in a robe. Buster didn't want to know if she was wearing underthings or not.

"So what brings you here without calling your pop?" Joe asked.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were busy." Buster took a side eye at Dora. "And with company." He paused to breathe. "I just want to talk. Just us." referring to himself and his father.

Dora raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the hint. "Aw, what the hell," she said with a playful grin. "I'll change somewhere and leave you two to your business." The woman picked up her clothes and took them to the bathroom as she hummed Yes! We have no bananas.

As the door to the bathroom closed, Buster finally let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Seeing his father with another woman stirred a mix of emotions in him—relief that Joe wasn’t alone, but also a twinge of sadness and jealousy. He wondered if his father had moved on from the family in more ways than one. He remained calm when he spoke to his father. "I'm doing a movie, so I want to know if you're available for a small role.”

Joe shrugged, "Yeah, all right. I have time."

The Keaton men then had a quick discussion about the schedule. Joe mentioned that he wouldn't bring Dora since she worked as a waitress all day, which was a relief for Buster.

Dora came out in a short evening dress. "Hey, your pop is taking me to a club tonight. You should come along and bring your wife Norma."

Joe clarified to his lady friend, "Natalie is the wife, not Norma."

Buster replied to Dora, "No thank you, ma'am." He turned to Joe and said, "Make sure you're sober when you're on set." He left the hotel room after saying a quick goodbye.

As soon as Buster returned to his car, his thoughts swirled in a chaotic mix of frustration and melancholy. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling the weight of his complicated relationship with his father bearing down on him. The encounter had left him unsettled, a storm of emotions brewing just beneath the surface. "Fuck." He drove home after clearing his mind.

On the day of the costume fitting, Buster was discussing his father’s encounter with Roscoe who had returned from his post-wedding trip. "Am I my father?" he asked.

Roscoe responded, “Of course not." He was also cast as a woman in the department store scene however Buster kept it from the public and hired a woman with a similar build for the close-up scenes. "Back then, your old man declared that he would rather be kicked by a jackass than show up on the flickers. You had to drag him to California to convince him.”

"Pop would certainly kick the seat of my pants if I dragged him for miles."

"The point is that everyone is their own person and nobody else's. Even a pair of twins is not the same person."

“Are they?”

Roscoe shrugged, “Damn if I know, I don't have a twin. But they can be different anyway.”

Buster was struggling with a need for a smoke but being surrounded by clothing racks full of hung fabric, he would be liable to start a fire. "When I saw him with another woman. I already saw myself at his age. I knew my folks had marriage problems and I’m having the same with Nate. I’m worried that any of the boys will turn out like me and Pop.”  

Roscoe's face softened with understanding as he spoke, his eyes filled with genuine concern. “If they learn from your mistakes, They will be better. They'll know what to avoid. They'll have a more successful marriage."

"Thanks, chief. I hope so too." Buster stepped outside to take a smoke.

Roscoe called to him while on the door frame, "If you're involved with that Sennett actress, it's best to end things before it goes too far."

[365partygirl305]

Chapter IV: The Perfect Date

Warnings: None, literally just pure fluff with only one mention of a panic episode. That’s really it.

A/n: Ahhhhhh finally, chemistry between Elena and Matty is gonna be so cute!!!!!!!

A/n 2: IM BACK BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! And I’m sorry that it’s short but it will have to do before I write the next chapter :)

Elena’s pov

Everything feels peaceful all of a sudden. I wake up in his arms, the warmth radiating from his body to mine, as his scent enters my nose. His hand is stroking my hair gently. I realize Matty took me home last night and was taking care of me for the night.

I give his arm a little squeeze to indicate that I’m awake. My head is still on his chest and he looks at me with empathy. I want to know how I got here. I was so numb last night that I forgot about what happened.

“Good morning, my love,” his voice is groggy from sleep. I nestle deeper into his chest. He places a soft kiss on the top of my head. I trace good morning back on his skin. What happened? I ask.

“You were on the shore last night,” he begins. “I found you there on the rocks and you were crying so much. You had a panic episode when I brought you home with me and I was calming you down. When I was running the bath for you, you were suddenly so calm and sleepy. And I sang you a little lullaby until you fell asleep.”

And I woke up in your arms just now?

“Yup.”

I trace “thank you for finding me” on his chest, earning a smile from him. I’ve never been close to someone who truly cares about me. He makes me feel whole, smile, and feel all warm and fuzzy. He may not know that I am a siren, which is still a secret, but he understands me well since I have been muted thanks to the Ocean.

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

He decides to take me somewhere special two weeks later. Matty booked a flight to Paris for a week. The city of love. I’ve honestly always dreamt of going there. Never even flown a plane. This is the very first time I’ve gone out of the city to another country.

I feel so free. Liberating. It feels as if the chains have fallen apart from my hands. My heart is beating wildly as if it is going to burst out of my chest.

“Exciting, huh?” He broke the silence as we got off the flight. I nod as I hold his hand.

Three other men must have also arrived. This must be the first time I’ve seen them. I hide behind Matty’s back, nervously wrapping my arms around him and gently grabbing his shirt.“It’s okay, darling,” he coos. “They’re my friends. We’ve known each other for years. We’re in a band together.”

A band? He’s in a band with those guys? I’m not sure if any of the ones I hear on my playlist Isa made for me is him. I let go of his shirt and my hand moves to his hand. Though I’m trembling, Matty’s hand is gently stroking against my back.

The three men seem to be nice people after all. Ross is a total nature man, Adam being the coolest, and George the smart man and master of house, from what I’ve heard from multiple sources.

The five of us had just arrived at Disneyland Paris. I’ve been curious about this stuff actually. It was actually fun. Many wonderful things I see and love blows up over my face with wonder. I am forever happy to be with the man who found me that fateful night, the one I saved months ago.

Elena? Are you there? Please come back! We need you! I can sense the Ocean calling me. I don’t answer. She can bitch and moan all She wants, but I ain’t coming back to the hell I was put through. Honestly, I really don’t give a fuck at this point!

[odayaka1]

Chapter 2: Reincarnation (2)

For the first time Tsukimi, the golden fox opened his eyes.

A pair of purplish silver predatory reptile eyes covered in a ring with 2 tomoe on it, calmness, power and wisdom deep in the eyes could be seen hidden deep within them.

He looked at the Rikudo sennin and said "Go away already old man and what grandson I am the oldest here, even though I just gained intelligence my existence is far older than you."

The old sage just smiled and shook his head, his figure blurred away and Kurama broke in tears. seriously scheming till the end, what's up with these old men and schemes.

'That old fool finally left' Tsukimi thought and turned to look at all the remaining others with wonder. 'looking at the future tailed beasts, especially Kyuubi no Youko in such a state is weird  but they are also living beings, wait aren't  they technically my kids.' he thought only to hurriedly shake his head as if trying to remove those thoughts 'no, no, no don't  think about such pointless things, ugh I hate kids. Well let's calm them down.'

The golden fox reached out to pat Kurama and said " Don't cry like a human baby, don't want to worry the old man in his afterlife do we so calm down all of you" as his gaze moved through everyone present he continued 

"take some rest, walk around a bit to calm yourself down or talk with me. We are going to be together for the rest of our lives so we have to be there for each other."

Everyone scattered away while Tsukimi was left  alone. While he was alone his thoughts wandered 'I got some time to check the progress in the system. Yes I have a system which was given to me by myself. Confusing right, it is at first but once you learn about me it is not so much.'

[ Flashback ]

{ Tsukimi's P.O.V. }

This is not your typical reincarnation story. I didn't die young or die due to some heavy duty vehicle. I even lived the life of my dreams.

I died after living a happy life. I lived till my 80's and had all the money I earned enough for me to spend 2 lives without worry, how you ask. Well, why won't you, it's everyone's dream after all.

I got Into investing and got to know what money is, after earning enough I stopped myself from earning more actively. My passive income was still there.

I made my parents live a good life and they passed away happily. I was an only child but still I had true friends but there was something i could never find in my 80 years of living, that was true love. I was fairly handsome, not too much but still enough to get by.

There was never really a girl who could make me fall in love with her and once I had money, only the ones after it came to me.

I tried dating several women but they somehow managed to make me stay away from relationships even more.

When someone cares more about what you have or what you do more than what you are, you just feel tired of that thing.

So I died single and Virgin.

I am not the one to sleep with just any woman. If i wanted something like that why not pay for it, at least you know they are in for it because of the money.

I kissed my girlfriends but my every relationship ended unsuccessful as I never came to like their personality.

That doesn't  mean I didn't  enjoy my life, turns out life is more than just getting a woman to get married and have kids.

I went on many trips around not because of the MC but due to the world itself.

I liked the concept of chakra and the uses of seals. 

I hate the old people in the anime for letting such small kids enter the war and use them as tools and the chain goes on. 

What else can you expect from the people who always want to enjoy benefits while staying in the background.

The day I died my life changed for the best, I did not meet a random R.O.B. nor did I get thrown in another world.

I met a different version of myself in a mirror world like the dimension where I died. "Hey there me, wanna reincarnate with memories intact and some powers?"

Seriously, that's the best he or I could come up with. I just stared at him with a deadeye expression, he coughed and avoided eye contact. 

His words just answered several questions though it's still hard to believe.

" You are a different version of myself, an alternate right? How the hell did you get the power to do that? Where do you want to reincarnate me?" I looked at him analyzing any form of deception or trickery as I don't believe every version of me is a good guy.

His lips formed an amused smile and replied, "It's always good to talk with the intelligent version of myself. I got my powers after my death, not as peacefully as yours, but I got what I have today due to it." He smiled with a little warmth at that and continued.

"I don't want anything to do with you. I am just offering an opportunity for you to earn good karma. I just had a daughter, so I am happy. And since I don't give freebies to just anyone I meet, I thought, why not give it to myself or a different version? You can even reincarnate in Naruto's world if you like. I know you love it."

Listening to him I was shocked and slightly happy for him but something bugged me so I asked straightforwardly " you have kids?"

He just gave me the same look I gave him a few moments back and said " really, that's what you ask first. Well considering us, it's very reasonable to ask that question but I came to love someone and we spend most of the years to be ready for one. I just did not feel repulsive to have a kid with her and we did and now I am happy" by the end of it a smile returned to his face.

I am happy that I could find happiness and love, even though he is a different me. 'No point thinking too much let's get to point and think what do I want.' 

After some thinking I said " well congratulations man I am happy that at least you could find someone. For my wishes and the world itself, NARUTO'S it is I want to be ten tails, I will be the chakra left after separation of all the 9 beasts. 

I want 2 Special Dojutsu like rinnegan and a rinne-sharingan on my forehead with powers to access a personal dimension, see some future, ability to see through lies, chakra cloak with susanoo like defense in my human form, my body should be of a fox, illusion affinity and counter ability even to the most powerful ones with one of my eyes.

I want someone to guide me to get powerful and never stop the power ups. That's about it I guess"

He just looked at me for a second and said "you chose ten tails for its immorality and huge chakra so you have to work for control and techniques. 

All the abilities are doable. I will give a system like interface to guide you on the path but it will only show you the path as you have to take it yourself only then you can be truly strong.

As you will be remaining chakra of the juubi you have to wait for the chakra to reach its prime state which can also help you in the meantime to control chakra, as you grow your tails grow in number till ten then you won't  grow any but your power will increase according to your efforts. 

maybe in this world you can find your own happiness." He spoke the last line in a sincere tone.

Well I am happy that he didn't downplay any of my wishes.

I just thanked him and nodded at his logic of how things will be. After that we talked for a few mins and he sent me on my way and went back.

[ Flashback End ]

After I gained consciousness for the first time I received the memory of my time as a divine tree that was born. I came to learn how Kaguya was treated as nothing but a beautiful woman to concur by the humans.

I was an unconscious tree at that time but I could watch over the whole planet as I was connected to it. I was still strong enough to store and analyze memories in my brain automatically. I got the memory of Kaguya's escape and running away from her so-called husband who easily believes others words without hesitation just to have peace.

She was already pregnant at that time. 

She lost all hope when she saw her husband who was now after her life and even killed her only friend Aino who tried to reason with them. 

She used me and I answered her call and devoured every living being in the area.

Look how that turned out for her, well she also went and nourished me with her son's woman. she was kind of dull in that romance department, i mean she chose that dumbo to be her husband.

Though she lost her reasoning after consuming the fruit and the last remaining hope which were her sons, they also went against her.

That broke the poor girl down. She summoned me once again, and I went berserk. I started thrashing everything due to my premature awakening and being a mindless beast with no reasoning.

She used me to take back the chakra she provided them with my help.

She was sealed in the end,  I was extracted and stripped of power and that's how all the tailed beasts and me came to be. 

Remaining of the chakra and the consciousness of my being with a little bit of trickery from 'the other me' formed in the 10th and last tailed beast stored in magatama.

Now looking at the screen in front I can feel strange happiness staring at the screen like a kid got a new toy. I mean I literally held the dream of many in the palm of my hands.

[  STATUS | TECHNIQUES | ABILITIES | TRAINING

STATUS :   NAME: TSUKIMI   TAILS: 0 (IN THE MIDDLE OF FORMATION)   AGE: 2000+   CHAKRA LEVEL: 1TAILS   COMBAT POWER: SUPER KAGE LEVEL   ABILITIES :   TAILED BEAST BOMB – LVL 8   EMOTION SENSE – LVL MAX • HELPS IN SENSING THE EMOTIONS OF THE PERSON IN FRONT OF YOU OR THE ONE YOU FOCUS ON.   NATURE SENSE – LVL MAX • HELPS IN SENSING NATURE ENERGY AND HAVE AFFINITY WITH IT REQUIRES BETTER CHAKRA CONTROL TO CONTROL  THE NATURAL ENERGY.   LIE DETECTION – LVL MAX • HELPS IN DETECTING ANY FALSEHOOD IN SPEAKER EVEN IF THEY ARE MASTER OF DECEPTION.   CHAKRA CONTROL – LVL 8 • EFFICIENCY IN CONTROLLING CHAKRA   NATURE EFFICIENCY – LVL MAX • ONCE YOU TRY USING NATURAL ENERGY YOU WILL EASILY SENSE IT. • HELPS IN CONTROLLING THE NATURAL ENERGY. • NATURE IS YOUR FRIEND   ELEMENTAL AFFINITY – ALL • ALL THE ELEMENTS ARE YOURS TO CONTROL • CAN MIX DIFFERENT ELEMENTS TO FORM SOMETHING LIKE BLOODLINE LIMIT.   ELEMENTAL RESISTANCE – LVL 6 • ELEMENTS ONLY PARTIALLY DEAL DAMAGE TO YOU • EASILY DEFLECT AND RESIST SOME OF THE ELEMENAL ATTACKS   SELF SACRIFICE MODE • THE LAST RESORT • USE THE UPPER LIMIT OF YOUR CHAKRA AS A MEDIUM TO BURN IN RETURN OF TEMPORARY POWER   CLOAK – MAX • AVAILABLE ONLY IN HUMAN FORM • STRONG AS PEAK SUSANOO • FORM OF YOURSELF IN BEAST FORM   FUTURE SIGHT -MAX • ABILITY TO SEE THE FUTURE • ONCE EYERY YEAR CAN BE USED • ONLY FEW HOURS IN FUTURE CAN BE SEEN. • THE STRONGER YOU ARE THE MORE YOU SEE. • CAN'T BE STACKED. • FUTURE SHOWN CAN OR WILL BE CHANGED ACCORDING TO HOST'S ACTION.

]

[percontaion-points]

Firstlife chapter 3

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Chapter 3

The guard—I call him Colonel Anus—grabs her. At the moment of contact, she spins, raising the arm he’s holding and also cradling it against her chest while rotating her wrist, putting her palm just under her chin. She uses her other hand to latch on to the meaty part of his palm. Then she steps back, twisting his wrist. He drops, hitting the floor with a thud, his arm now positioned behind his back. 

We get it. You watched some self defence videos before you wrote this. Please move on. 

Nurse Ratched pulls a syringe from the pocket of her lab coat. “A special cocktail for a special girl.” Bow is held down and stuck in the neck. Her entire body begins to twitch, but she remain conscious. Most other kids pass out when they’re drugged. 

Guilt fills me. Could I have done something?

How exactly do you tell another “patient” at the “asylum” to stop being crazy?

His eyes...they’re as bright as the sun I haven’t seen in over a year, and they are the most mesmerizing shade of gold with flecks of crystalline blue. In one, there are five flecks. In the other, three. 

How fucking close are they standing where she can see the flecks in his irises? JFC, personal space.

“Let’s do the introduction thing so my heartbeat will finally calm down. I’m Killian. And you are stunningly beautiful.”

Yep. Here we go. 

“Are you playing hard to get, lass? It’s never happened to me before, so I need clarification.” 

“I’m not playing anything. And I’m impossible to get.”

 He rubs his hands together with something akin to glee. “Well, then. Challenge accepted.” 

Well, you know how men are. They think "No" means "Yes" and "Get lost" means "Take me, I'm yours."

“Her name is Bow, if that’s what you mean.” 

“Bow.” He laughs, low and intimate. “An archer uses a bow and arrow. How cute.”

This killed the man. 

“Did you get your degree at Discount Psychology?”

Bold of you to assume that he even went to medical school. 

Or school in general. 

A flash-scribe, I realize. A way to send a recorded message. Now I’m even more confused. What does the mother who abandoned me, not visiting for seven months, wish to say to me?

No mention of how her mother raised her up to be brainwashed. And then the second it was determined that Ten had the power of free will, had her locked up in a prison for belligerent children. 

“Sign with Troika, Ten.” Those copper eyes beseech me. “You’ll never regret it.”

 “Prove it. Give me a guarantee.” 

“My word isn’t good enough?”

Why the hell would Ten trust a person in a prison that she met literally a week ago?

Before we parted, the TL assigned to me asked me a question that cracked through a hard outer shell I hadn’t known I’d erected. 

Are you living your parents’ dream...or your own?

And there it is. Her parents are punishing Ten simply because she’s not living up to THEIR expectations. 

I’m not saying that the Troikans are better than the Myriads. But at least somebody had the decency to remind Ten that she doesn’t have to blindly follow along with whatever her parents tell her to do. 

Are you living your parents’ dream...or your own? 

I’d scoffed at him then, but that night and every one after, I’d wondered... Why do I believe what I believe? What is truth and what is lie? What is real? What makes me right and so many others wrong? What if I’m wrong? 

The wily bastard had planted seeds of doubt in the rich soil of my brain, and the more I searched for answers, the more those seeds were watered...the stronger they grew. Now the leaves are so thick I can’t see past them. 

You know what? I am here for this religious deconstruction message. 

I have a lot to say about organised religion, but it’s kind of personal, and too long for this. 

Chapter 3 summary: The guards tell Bow that she has to go to the gym while Ten goes to the commons for socialisation hour before classes start. Bow takes that poorly, and gets into a physical fight with the guards. And she probably would have won, but a nurse comes and gives her the happy shot. 

The “new boy” – who is finally introduced as Killian– slides up next to Ten the second she’s alone. They start flirting, and Ten can’t take her eyes off from his “religious affiliation” tattoos that cover his hands and arms. (I’m still struggling to keep the two factions separate in my mind; they’re literally the same.) Sloan interrupts whatever they’re doing, and starts trying to flirt with Killian instead. He says he’s only got eyes for Ten, which Ten takes offence about. Says that him calling her by her nickname is too familiar. 

Dr. Van comes in and makes Killian introduce himself; this only makes the other girls in the group therapy fall in love with him more. Killian says that he’s a diehard Myriad groupie, and Dr. V thinks that he should force Ten to spend time with him simply so that she’ll sign according to her parents’ wishes. She says that it’ll only make her sign with the other group, but Killian seems to sense that she’s bluffing. 

Dr. V then asks to hear people’s “complaints”, but Ten knows that every single thing will only be used against them later. One girl starts to talk about spiders in her room, but when Ten tries to stop her, Dr. V only turns his attention to HER instead. He openly starts bullying a girl literally half his age, and then when she refuses to play his stupid game, he orders the guards take her for “punishment”. They take Ten to her room, where Dr. V threatens to wash the wall of the “tick marks” Ten had made unless she plays along. She refuses, so it gets washed. 

Before he leaves, Dr. V gives Ten a video flash drive from her mom. On it, Mrs. Shitstain Parent is like “I’m going to get you out of there!” But the entire thing is hella suspicious. And I’m kind of sensing that she’s had an illegal second child since locking up her first. 

Bow then wakes up, and again starts pressing Ten signing with Troika. She explains that Ten is a conduit, a rare and precious person. Which is causing both sides to try and fight over her. This goes on for a couple of pages, but the conversation is rather circular. 

This leads Ten to think about talking with a Troikan labourer, who was like “Are you following your dreams, or simply going along with your parents’ dreams for you?” Which made her start to doubt every single thing she’d ever once thought. 

[folkloreguk]

💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

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Hi!, Can you do a nsfw of dom kakashi x black fem reader, where they are already in a relationship and kakashi did something to make the reader mad and she won’t talk to him and ignores him while he’s trying to apologize to her but he slowly start to get through to her and they have make up sex?

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🌸 Sexual themes, fluff, make up sex, foul language,a bit of angst, pet names(Lotus,baby,goddess,love),mating press, oral (F and M receiving),

He's always fucking late. ALWAYS fucking late. Honestly you weren't surprised but you still hated it with a passion. You and Kashi were supposed to go out today, but that stupid job kept him away from home so much and for so long. Leaving you alone at night most times or even leave you alone for days. You worry about him all the time, you try your best to be understanding, you try to be patient. But after a while, that shit just doesn't work forever, you needed him but you were lonely. Maybe you two have grown away from each other, maybe it was nothing but Lust and not Love in this relationship. You teared up at the thought but maybe that's just what you need to do. Accept that you two just don't belong together anymore. You Cook for two, but there is only ONE person who sits at the kitchen table day and night. That's you, YOU sit there alone with food made for two people! Doing laundry, making breakfast, even being kind enough to visit him with lunch sometimes when you can.You just miss him, and it angered you how alone you were, did he even care? He doesn't even try to check up on you either. Sometimes you wonder If maybe perhaps you weren't his spark anymore, maybe he lost interest and wanted to get away from you. Either way you're confronting him, you don't care how late it is either. You threw on your jacket, purse and keys. You went out there bonnet and all because, who the fuck cares about opinions when your men isn't coming home to your cooking!?

"So, that's how its gonna be. Alright madafucka ima have his gray hair having ass hanging by my nails."

So, what is the best answer? Be petty. You'll just wait, you'll wait all night if you have just to get his dumbass to understand what the hell his missing before its gone. These lonely nights and late night lonely dinners was taking a toll on you. Sometimes you wondered. Could he be cheating? You sure hope the fuck not. Your blood boils with so many scenarios that you didn't even notice the front door opening and closing. Not until you heard his voice, "Hey baby, surprised to see you up so late. "He walked over, hugging your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. But you shoved him away, your actions surprised and confused the poor man. What did he do wrong? And why aren't you even bothering him a glance?

And why the hell are you walking away from him too?

He's never seen you do that before, so his automatic reaction is to follow you and ask what's wrong. And if he did something wrong,"what's wrong? That hurt a little." He chuckles nervously. But stooped quickly once he noticed your distasteful expression. Oh boy he knew he knew he was in for it. "Your hurt?" you scrolled at him. "Uh oh" he thought to himself. "YOUR HURT?!" And there it is, he knew he was about to get it from you tonight. He knee better to talk back to his woman when she's upset, so he simply sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. "Forgive me for my selfish words. Tell me what's on your mind dove."He knew if he acted calm towards you and acknowledges your feelings. He knows you'll be fine soon. "Kakashi you're never home anymore... I know you're busy, I know you have so much to do but I miss you! Its not fair m'kashi!." You wanted cry, sniffling to hold back the tears. Kakashi felt bad, he knows he's been gone a lot so he can't make any excuses, he didn't think it affected you so much. He should've known better to think that anyways, he got up from his seat and hugs you close. "Shhh, I'm sorry love. I shouldn't have thought it wouldn't affect you this much. I knew better to be so careless, I'll work a little harder to spend more time with you. How about I take three days off, just for you." He talked to you so sweetly, making feel more at ease. "You-, you mean it?" You looked up at him With doe eyes, he pulled his mask down and kisses your cheek. "Of course, would I break my promises?" He raised a brow once he heard you giggle at him. "You've broken a few. Like taking out the trash this morning." You smirked.

His eyes widen remembering that, he cleared his throat and chuckled meekly "s-sorry lotus, that won't happen again. I promise this time." He rubbed the back of his head neck. You smiled and kissed his jawline softly, giving him a knowing smirk. Kakashi knew that look, he wasn't stupid. Clearly you want- NEED him at this exact moment. Who was he to deny you? Your beautiful dark/brown skin always made him want to keep his hands on you at all times, the way your C/T(curl type) hair feels in his fingers, the way your skin is always so soft, to the way you throw down in the kitchen. He couldn't ask for more seasoning in the world when he has you by his side.

you couldn't help but giggle at the mesmerized Hokage who was already getting heavily aroused so easily. What can he say? He loves you, he wants you everyday, you're all he thinks about. Sometimes he wonders if you put a spell on him, because of you, he can BARELY get work done. You know how many times he's nutted in that office? Getting clones to sneak and get your underwear. It was bad, very bad. But he has you now, right here in the flesh. And honestly, he's still feeling a little heartbroken that you think he forgotten all about you, that hurt his ego. He didn't waste time to kiss you and hug your waist, kissing down your neck and moving his hands down to your ass giving it a little pat to signal you to jump. You knew what that meant, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you to your shared bedroom, it didn't take long before both of your clothes were scattered on the floor.

He loves the sound of the bed banging against the wall, you screaming in his ear about how much you missed him, and his cock. "M'Kashi! Missed you! Missed you so much!~ missed this cock so much kashi!~" Oh how you spur him on! He loves it, he had your legs on his shoulders, his hips swirling and rolling into yours as the skin on skin echoed in the room, the way hr had your gummy walls tightening around his shaft had him in a pussy drunk daze. He missed this, just as much as you did. He kissed and caressed every inch of your body that he could. Whispering soft love you's and praises. "Feels so good my little goddess, but I feel as though you deserve some extra attention somewhere else? ~" he whispers into your ear before sitting up and beginning to lower your legs down and gripping one of your thighs, he caresses his hand down your body and Squeezes one of your breasts, teasingly rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. He leans down and begins to kiss down your jawline, leaving small hickies down your neck and chest before attaching his mouth on your other nipple. You moaned and raised your hips go meet his, he shifts his hips that's had his pelvis grinding against your clit each time.

"Kashi!~ gon- m'gonna cum!" You cried out, oh Kakashi loves this part, seeing the way your brown and beautiful folds spreading your cum all over his cock, the way he looks down at your pussy like some chocolate covered strawberry had him in shambles. "C-cum! Cum on my cock!~" And with that, you obeyed. Cumming right on que just like he asked. He groans as he stares at the way your pussy left a beauty creamy ring around his base. It was too much! He came after the third thrust, pressing himself as deep as he could inside of you, mixing your cum with his. You couldn't help but scratch his back in the process as your legs shook. "F-.. Fuck love." He slowly pulled his softening cock out of your hole and watched the way your pussy begins to drip out your mixed potion. You laid there panting and squirming from your powerful orgasm.

You reminded him of a cat getting out of its heat, he had a slight blush and cheeky smirk on his face. "I think, I wanna Go for another round. Yeah?~"

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bruhhhhh what about a drabble in which y/n is a little TOO drunk and jimin and tae cant handle her after they brought her back to her apartment so jk the mf king comes to beat her ass 🥊🥊🥊 ( and he is like able to shush her and shes intimidated by him ) 😏✨🤭

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language

word count: 1.9k+

a/n: I hope you’re enjoying these!! please let me know what you think about it and if I should write more of them x

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You’re not the one to usually get fucked up.

With friends like Taehyung and Jimin, you’re usually the one looking after them and calling them a cab so they get home safely. They’re the wild ones that love to party, talk to other women and spend the night making out with them, if not inviting them to their apartments for a casual hook-up.

So, when the time comes and you tell yourself to “fuck it” because you’ve to loosen up and release all the tension from your new job and the responsibility that comes with it, you’re the one that needs to be taken care of.

However, even though you’ve planned to drink a little more tonight than you usually do, you haven’t planned to get fucked up at one of those nights where Taehyung insisted on going to a club. Again.

To be honest, you’re not sure what he likes about clubbing that much. You don’t like it but you go, because it’s always fun with your friends. But there are other factors that make you literally go “nooo” when someone proposes to go clubbing. Like all the people, sweaty people, that don’t know anything about personal space. Some of them probably carry perfumes, most of them being women because you could always smell the mix of different perfumes whenever you’d enter the restroom. It’s not a nice smell though. It makes you vomit and especially when you’ve had enough.

Not mentioning all the intrusive guys who are drunk and just looking for a vagina they could fuck.

It sounds as if you’re going clubbing often, but you’re not. If it weren’t for your friends, you’d barely go clubbing because you’re not the type to want that on your own. It’s not usually your idea to go, if ever. But everything seems fun with your friends and honestly, you feel comfortable enough to go with them.

Friends, who probably find you very difficult and annoying at the moment as they’re trying to make you sit on the small bench in your corridor.

“I hate clubbing,” you mutter drunkenly at them, laughing when Taehyung gets on his knees in front of you and tries to grab your ankles to take off your heels.

“We know, you tell us that every time you get wasted.” Taehyung mutters, ignoring the way your mouth falls open in disbelief.

“Taehyungie,” Jimin scolds him, getting on his knees as well to help Taehyung who seems to have trouble with taking off your heels.

Giggling through the entire time, you’re suddenly reminded of something when you look at the two men in front of you, seeing nothing but the top of their heads. “I got two men on their knees.”

Taehyung looks up, cocking his brow at you and finding you extremely annoying as you’re laughing to the point your shoulders shake. Jimin chuckles, nudging Taehyung with his shoulder as he breaks out a grin before they finally get your heels off.

“Kook, we’re taking her to the bedroom!” Jimin calls out to Jungkook who must be somewhere in your apartment. You can’t remember where he went.

“Oooh, sounds… exciting boys!” you joke, your voice resounding in your apartment.

Jungkook chuckles at that, currently in your kitchen preparing you a glass of water and pulling out painkillers from one of the cabinets. You’ll need it for sure. There’s a lot of commotion coming out of your room, something about taking off your make-up which makes Taehyung groan loudly. Jungkook doesn’t fight off the amused grin, only because now Taehyung finally understands how annoying he’s being when he’s drunk. Or at least he hopes he understands.

Jungkook pulls a coke out of your fridge and pours some for himself and for the guys, knowing they’ll have to wait until you fall asleep so they can go. Honestly, Jungkook wonders if one of them should spend the night just in case you get sick. Which you probably will because he hasn’t seen you this drunk in a while. You mentioned something about work when you first entered the club and had your first drink. However, Jungkook wonders if the problem lies somewhere else and that is Heaven. Or whatever his name is.

You’ve been dating for a while and it’s been only over two weeks since you mentioned the relationship isn’t what it used to be. He can smell a break-up in the air and he wonders if you got drunk because it either already happened or you know it will. Maybe he’s just overthinking this. Maybe you just wanted to have fun and get fucked up like Taehyung and Jimin do on a daily basis.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung suddenly yells, the door being opened before they’re loudly shut, Jimin’s soft but loud voice heard for a second.

Jungkook straightens up, ready to make a way over there but before he can move, Taehyung already storms into the kitchen. Face read and annoyed as he looks out of breath, as if he was fighting off a—

“Demon,” Taehyung breathes out, “Y/N is a freaking demon when she’s drunk.”

Jungkook laughs, “She’s just drunk, Tae.”

“Yeah, and she just slapped me for apparently pressing her eyes too harshly when I tried to take off her make-up because she can’t go to sleep without taking it off. God, that woman is a nightmare when she’s drunk!”

“It’s not like you’re a dream when you’re drunk,” Jungkook murmurs, earning a huge glare from Taehyung who keeps his mouth shut because deep down, he knows he’s just as bad.

“Go there! She’s your responsibility right now!” Taehyung exclaims loudly as Jungkook rolls his eyes and puts his body to a move as he brushes past Taehyung.

He barely gets to hold the doorknob before the door is being pushed open again and exhausted Jimin makes eye contact with him. “Great, you’re here!”

Jimin is out of the room and quickly joins Taehyung in the kitchen. Bastards…

Jungkook warily makes it into your room, looking around and barely noticing the flying pillow aimed at him. He catches it at the last minute, frowning at you as you’re standing at the corner of your room next to your closet, still wearing the dress that you wore to the club.

“What was that for?” Jungkook exclaims, watching you drunkenly and messily walk towards your bed before you take another pillow. Before Jungkook knows it, it’s thrown in his direction all over again and he catches it effortlessly and stomps his way over to you.

You’re screaming as if he’s about to kill you, trying to get away from him by jumping onto your bed and getting off the other side.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook asks, trying to get you from the other side but for a drunk person, you’re quick and make it out of your bed while standing in the middle of the room.

Jungkook stands there, watching you with narrow eyes for a moment. You do the same thing, stumbling a little. Jungkook uses the moment of surprise and he rushes over to you, not giving you any time to react and even when you try to, he gets a hold of you.

“What the fuck,” Jungkook groans when you trash in his arms, “Calm down, you need to get to bed. You’re going to hurt yourself, you damn woman.”

“No!” you whine, gasping when Jungkook lifts you up while his arms are wrapped around your waist, tossing you to the bed.

“Stop it,” he scolds you in a warning, pointing his finger at you which makes you slouch your shoulders in defeat. “What’s the matter?”

“I wanna go clubbing!” you pout, slapping your hands beside your sides like a bratty kid which makes Jungkook roll his eyes at your behavior.

He hears Jimin and Taehyung peeking out behind the door, watching the scene in front of them with curious and amused eyes. Jungkook glares at them but they just grin at them, silently telling him “See?”.

“You’re acting like a brat, Y/N,” Jungkook comments, sitting on the edge of your bed as you dramatically gasp. “And you’re drunk. You wanted to go home just a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah?” you ask, holding your head high as you’re fighting off the pout again. “Well, I wanna go back. I changed my mind.”

“You can’t just change your mind,” Jungkook shakes his head, “You’re already home.”

“You’re no fun,” you comment, tossing yourself on the back as you stare at the ceiling. “I don’t wanna be alone here.” you almost whisper, not really sure why you just admitted that all of a sudden.

Just a minute ago you were having fun and wanted nothing but be alone.

“We could stay here…” Jungkook reminds you softly. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Can you? I think I’m gonna throw up once I fall asleep.” you admit, causing Jungkook to laugh a little. You sound so innocent and child-like. If you weren’t wearing that tight dress, he would actually believe you’re a kid for a moment.

“How about you change your clothes and put some pajamas on? We’re gonna set the couch and stay the night.”

“You’re not gonna fit there!” you whine, “Can you stay here with me?”

It wouldn’t be the first time you guys share a bed, but ever since you started dating Haechan there weren’t many opportunities to do that, nor were you looking for those opportunities. You’re not sure how he’d like that and just out of respect, you and Jungkook mutually understood you should tone it down even though nothing ever happens. You’re friends.

“You sure?” he asks, raising his brow. You might be wasted but you can still think logically, which couldn’t be said five minutes ago.

“Yeah,” you nod eagerly, “Can you rub my back though?”

Jungkook laughs, Jimin and Taehyung join too who are still watching the two of you and how easily Jungkook has handled you. “Deal, but be in bed in your pajamas once I come back. Or no back rubbing.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Y/N!” Jungkook screeches, standing up as he looks at you in annoyance. You’re such a brat, you know he hates being called that and you’re still teasing and annoying him even in your current state.

Taehyung cackles and Jimin joins too, not being able to hold it any longer as Jungkook rushes them out of the door to give you the privacy. Once Jungkook makes it to your room to check on you, you’re patiently waiting for him and his back rubs patting the spot next to you. God, he thought you’d fall asleep.

But he joins you, rubbing your back just like he promised until you fall asleep so he can take a shower. Jimin and Taehyung are already sprawled on your couch, talking a bit before they fall asleep too. And when you wake up in the middle of the night, Jungkook holds the bucket for you until you fall asleep again, silently apologizing.

The next morning, Taehyung doesn’t forget to remind you what a pain in the ass you were which causes Jimin to scold him while Jungkook glares at his older friend. But you easily tell him to fuck off, reminding him all of the times he was the one being annoying and a pain in the ass.

Jungkook doesn’t fight off the grin he gives you. You can take care of yourself, maybe not entirely when you’re wasted but you can easily handle Kim Taehyung.