#I refuse to believe it is it’s just the lightning (please let it be just the lighting) cuz blond is great yellow uhmm not so much 😅

[nicoscheer]

Just got on the tour bus x On our way to Europe buzzing to play for you, let's smash it x love MK

lol this is hilarious Matt and Amanda crying about meeting her the Grammys and her just casually commenting on Miles’ post🤣🤣 (aside from following the other)

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She´s back !!!

looking for the hottest vintage shops

[addisonnie]

Baptize in Your Thighs

summary: Ellie doesn’t go to church. But when she does, it’s for the preacher’s daughter.

warnings: swearing, SMUT, fingering, oral, daddy kink (SORRY,) lowkey mean!ellie, dom/sub, religious mentions, talks of god, slight mentions of homophobia but hardly, let me know if I missed anything ALSO not proofread per usual sorry can’t be bothered!

an: surprise you dirty little dogs. im also a dirty little dog because what the FUCK is this. what did i just do? anyways time to do my homework now! enjoy you filthy little sluts

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Ellie doesn’t particularly believe in God. She doesn’t read the Bible, she doesn’t pray, and she certainly doesn’t go to church.

Yet, here she is.

The stained glass windows cast a rainbow haze over her skin, the freckles dotting her face twinkle under the glow. People slowly begin to fill in the pews surrounding her and she plays with the mini Bible placed in the wooden pocket of the seat in front of her. She looks out of place, feels out of place. People like her are usually struck by lightning the second they walk through those goddamn wooden doors— probably not the best time to use the Lord’s name in vain.

She’s gay, she’s grumpy, she’s occasionally mean. So, why is she here?

You. The preacher’s sweeter-than-a-peach daughter. Your smile is contagious, your laugh is precious, and Jesus Christ—again, not the best time— you have got to be one of the most alluring girls Ellie has ever seen. A floral dress hugs your waist beautifully and stops right above the middle of your supple thighs, tan pantyhose run up your legs and Ellie coughs into her hand when she accidentally makes eye contact with you.

You smile, of course you do. It’s nothing more than a formality your family forced upon you to keep raking in more church-goers—because who wants to attend a church run by an asshole family. Ellie smiles back before looking at her hands splayed across her thighs. She notices the click-clack of your kitten heels as you approach her pew, refusing to look up, she plays with the rip in her jeans.

“Is someone sitting here? With you.” Your saccharine voice floats through Ellie’s ears and wraps around her eardrum like a vice.

“No, go ahead.” She nods toward the open space next to her and you smile before sitting down and sliding closer to her. Your small hands smooth over your dress before you turn to face her, “I haven’t seen you here before. Are you a new member?”

Ellie has to hold back an eye roll—‘member?’ What is this? A cult?

“Just decided to finally come today. I usually don’t like getting up early on my days off.” You laugh and smile brightly at her, “I’m the same way. My daddy has to practically kick my door down to get me awake Sunday mornings.”

You’ve got a sweet little southern accent and Ellie feels herself growing aroused at the innocent aura weaved in every word you speak. She wonders if you’ve ever been aroused like this before.

Ellie notices you’re about to speak again before your father walks up onto the stage and begins his sermon. Immediately, your attention is brought to him and she sighs at the loss. The pastor is droning on about sinners and that those who are lost in the darkness should look for the light, Christ.

She doesn’t care. Ellie is much more focused on the fact that your dress has ridden much farther up your thighs due to the fact that you’ve crossed your legs. Her eyes trail up and down your pantyhose-covered legs and she shivers, drawing your attention back to her.

“Are you alright?”

Ellie’s eyes dart to your face, “just feeling overwhelmed, is all.”

You nod before pursing your lips and squinting, Ellie panics for a moment, thinking you’ve seen straight through her.

“Come with me.” You stand up in the pew and reach your hand out for Ellie to grab, quickly dragging her through the row and to the front doors of the church.

Your mother stands there, hands on her hips.

“Now, just where do you think you’re going? Your father is not going to be pleased that you’re skipping his sermon.” A whine escapes your lips and you tug on Ellie’s hand.

“Mama, this is Ellie. She’s feeling a little overwhelmed. I think the Holy Ghost is reaching out to her! I’m gonna take her to the house and let her have one of our spare bibles. You’re the one always saying we should help those that are lost!”

Your mother curtly nods at you before turning to face Ellie, “well, Miss. Ellie. You’re in good hands! I hope my daughter helps you work through your feelings. It’ll only lead to a healthier relationship with Christ.”

Ellie smiles and thanks her, in her head she’s rolling her eyes and telling your mom to fuck off. If anything, you’re the one in good hands. Ellie wants nothing more than to coax another whine from your plump, glossy lips.

Your hand is grasped in Ellie’s while you drag her across the dirt-filled church parking lot and into an old Victorian style home about a yard away from the side of the church. A couple cats sunbathe on the front porch and you happily greet them as you drag Ellie up the stairs and into your house.

It smells really nice. It’s creepy as fuck, though. The only thing she can really focus on are the abundance of crosses littering the walls. Who needs that many crosses? Do you beat intruders with them? Do they keep the demons away? Ellie shudders when she realizes that she’s probably the very thing they want casted out of her house.

“We can head up to my room, I’ve got a couple bibles there. You can have one, if you’d like!” There’s that sweet little voice again.

You pull her up the stairs and quickly lead her to your room. It’s exactly what Ellie expected. Pink toile wallpaper, a precious white bed frame, and a fluffy white comforter topped with way too many decorative pillows. A Bible lay open atop your bed, colorful markings and annotations scatter across the pages.

“Sorry! S’a bit of a mess, I don’t usually have people in my room. Mama and daddy don’t like it.”

Your mom and dad won’t like what Ellie is thinking about doing, either.

The two of you sit criss-cross on the bed and your nimble fingers quickly reach out to grasp at your Bible, “so, today my daddy’s sermon was meant to be about temptation. We can start there.”

How ironic. Temptation.

“How do you keep from giving into it? Temptation, that is?” Ellie leans in to be closer to your body, you look at her with wide eyes.

“I just—I usually just pray.”

Ellie smirks, “yeah? Does that make it go away?”

You push a stray strand of hair behind your ear and frown slightly, confused.

“Make what go away?”

God, you look so innocent like this. Big doe eyes staring up into Ellie’s, your legs crossed out in front of you. It’s sinful.

“Those butterflies you get in your tummy. The ones that make you feel funny.” She’s trying to dance around the topic of general horniness rather than just straight up asking if you touch yourself. Speaking to you about this is difficult, you’re a butterfly on a stray flower, and if Ellie jumps in too quickly, she’ll startle you and run you off.

“I—I don’t know what you mean.” You’re wiggling under her intense stare and a soft blush begins to bloom over the apples of your cheeks.

“Sweetheart, I think you do. Tell me what you do when you get that feeling.” Ellie leans in much closer to you, her minty breath fans over your face and she doesn’t miss the part when you clench your soft thighs together.

“Hebrews 13:4.” Ellie scoffs and swats at your knee, “that’s not what I’m asking you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and huff out a breath, “Ellie. I’m trying to help you here. You wanna know what I do? I read the Bible and pray that God will rid me of those sinful feelings.”

And then Ellie is leaning closer, both her hands resting on your thighs, “are you going to pray right now? Ask God to get rid of that wet feeling in your panties? Ask him to smite me where I stand, hm?”

A bright red blush spans across your cheeks and you can’t bear to look at Ellie. She tuts, “look at me, angel.”

It’s ironic that she’s calling you angel when you feel like the complete opposite. The feeling of your cotton panties sliding against your sticky folds is enough to make you feel like the spawn of Satan himself. And to feel this way about a woman? You don’t even want to think about the repercussions of that.

“I touch myself. At night—after they’re asleep.” Ellie grins and squeezes your flesh between her fingers, “you’re a bad girl. What else do you do?”

A whine escapes your lips while you shove at Ellie’s calloused hands, “I can’t.”

Her face drops and she moves a hand up to squeeze your jaw in between her fingers, “you can. Tell me—better yet, why don’t you show me, angel?”

A gasp slides out of your mouth and your eyebrows shoot to your hairline, “I—what! No! Ellie, I can’t do that. I won’t.”

Her unoccupied hand slowly trails toward the hem of your dress, “I thought you were supposed to be a good girl? Sweet little pastor’s daughter can’t follow simple instructions?”

You whimper, “M’a good girl.”

“Then act like one.”

Her hand releases your jaw and she smirks when she watches you inch backward on your bed until you’re resting against the headboard. Your legs are crossed in front of you and Ellie gives you a moment to uncross them before she grabs your ankles to spread your legs.

“Go on, then.”

Your fingers slowly raise the hem of your dress until it pools around your tummy and Ellie sucks in a breath when she sees your flowery pink panties underneath your pantyhose. One hand travels underneath the elastic of your underwear and a soft whimper leaves your parted lips when the pad of your fingertip ghosts over your clit.

Ellie can’t see your pussy through your undergarments but she can clearly make out the little wet spot growing between your legs. She watches while your finger swirls in a circular motion under your panties and feels her own growing damper when you let out a soft moan.

“More, sweet girl. I know you can.” Ellie is leaning back on her hands while she watches your hand speed up, you choke out a pathetic whine while looking at her, “can’t, Ellie!”

A deep frown settles across Ellie’s face after your outward denial, “fucking pathetic. Do I have to do it for you? Hm? Is that what you want?”

Your hand slides out from under your panties and you shimmy down on the bed and spread your legs to be bent on either side of her body.

“Does your daddy know how much of a filthy little slut you are?” She’s crawling up the bed until she’s sitting on her knees in front of you, one arm on either side of your head. You whimper and jut your hips out toward her.

A simple phrase passes through her lips, one that has you sucking in a breath and squeezing your eyes shut, “beg.”

“Please.” It’s a pathetic attempt at begging, but you were raised to always be polite, at least you said please.

She leans forward on her hands and quickly moves one of her legs forward to shove straight into your core, grinding roughly onto your puffy clit.

You let out a soft moan and clutch onto her bicep, “I said fucking beg. I wanna hear you pray for me like the good little church girl you are.”

She surges forward and immediately presses her lips onto yours in a messy kiss. Her lips are soft yet chapped, a clear juxtaposition to the supple, cherry-flavored skin of your pouty lips. Ellie doesn’t even give you a chance to deny her tongue before she’s prying your mouth open with her lips, immediately sliding the wet muscle into your awaiting mouth. The harshness of her jeans continually ruts into your clit and she doesn’t plan on giving you any more until she hears that prayer fall from your lips. Fingers are digging into her biceps and she has half a mind to complain when you finally pull back, “please touch me. Please, please. I’ll be a good girl—fuck. Please.”

Hearing the naughty word slip from your sweet lips has Ellie chuckling, “atta girl.”

She immediately sits back on her knees before running her hands up and down your spread thighs, the wet spot on your panties only growing more prominent. Her fingers reach your core and you whimper for the thousandth time, she bunches the material of your pantyhose and rips the fabric apart at the seam, leaving an open hole directly to your underwear.

“Ellie!” She grunts and gives you a sour look before attaching her lips to yours again. Sloppy, wet sounds fill your ears while Ellie kisses you, spit is trailing down your chin and onto the valley of your breasts as Ellie fumbles with the soft material of your panties.

Sliding them to the side, she runs the pad of her pointer finger along your cunt, eliciting a gasp from you. Her finger dances over your folds and circles around your clit a few times before she trails back down to your hole, slowly pressing a finger inside.

“Oh—fuck! Ellie, please.”

She moves to kiss down the column of your throat while she slowly pulls her finger out, pushing it back in again.

“Better than your tiny fingers, hm, baby?” You nod and move a hand down to tug at her wrist, “more.”

Ellie moves her head away from your neck and scowls, “where have your manners gone?”

Tears are beginning to fill your doe eyes and for a minute Ellie feels bad for having such an attitude with you, but not bad enough to stop.

“Please. I want more of you.” That’s enough for her it seems, she slides her second finger in knuckle deep moans at the feeling of you digging your nails into her toned arms.

Her fingers quickly move in and out of your pussy, scissoring and twisting inside of you. You’re moaning, but quietly; Ellie doesn’t like that.

“Let me fucking hear you, sweet girl. Don’t be shy.” She speeds up the movement of her fingers and soon slides in a third finger, twisting her wrist around to hit you at a different angle. Her other arm moves to lift your leg onto her shoulder and the new angle has you releasing a borderline pornographic moan. It’s loud, and for a second you’re worried the church across the driveway heard it.

Her thumb repositions to quickly swipe over and circle at your clit. Your toes curl over Ellie’s shoulder and she listens to you squeak and cry out from under her. Teeth sink into your calf resting upon her shoulder and another loud moan slides from your parted lips when you feel Ellie harshly bite down on the skin and slide her tongue across the indention.

She feels you clenching religiously around her fingers and watches in awe as your wetness seeps into the palm of her hand and puddles on your pristine comforter.

“Close, baby?”

You whine in response and Ellie quickly halts her motions and slides her fingers out, “too bad.”

Your soft eyes full with tears and you slam your head backwards onto the pillow behind you, “fuck! Just—please, Ellie! Please please please—“

A harsh slap onto your pussy sends your hips jolting upward and your head flying forward. You whimper from the pain “m’sorry.”

“Rule number one. You only cum when I say you can. Got it, slut?” She delivers another harsh slap onto your clit and you arch your back in an attempt to be closer to her, “yes.”

She tuts, “yes, what?”

A confused look crosses your sweet face and you whine, shuffling your hips downward in hopes of some form of contact, “yes, Ellie?”

Another slap to your cunt, “ah—fuck! Yes! Yes, daddy!”

She smirks before lifting your other leg to rest on her shoulder, moving down on the bed until her face is settled in between your thighs.

“What are you doing?” You sound genuinely confused, which only confuses Ellie. Certainly you know what head is, right?

“M’gonna eat this pretty little pussy, baby. You want that?” She can practically hear you gulp. Your head nods and both of your hands slide to rest on top of her head.

Ellie leans in to pull your panties further to the side, pressing a chaste kiss right onto your clit, “oh my—“ you cut yourself off before you can say His name.

She smirks, “say it.”

And then she’s licking a long stripe up the expanse of your cunt, only stopping to suckle at your clit. Her tongue darts around in several circles before she finally fully takes your clit into her mouth and sucks harshly, “oh my God!”

She smirks into your pussy before moving her hand back up to slide knuckle-deep into your cunt again. Her long fingers piston in and out of your slick core while she hums and sucks on your clit. Fingers are digging into her scalp and yanking at her hair, your heels are digging into her back, and ear-shattering moans are diving out of your mouth.

Ellie does believe in God, because this, this is heaven.

She feels you constricting so hard around her fingers that it’s starting to get difficult to continually fuck in and out of you, her bicep is burning from the amount of effort she’s putting into getting you there.

“Daddy—fuck, please. M’so close. Please please please.” You’re babbling at this point, and Ellie is pretty sure you’ve literally never came before because she didn’t even edge you for that long and you’ve already got tears streaming down your round cheeks and onto your neck.

She moans onto your clit before slightly pulling away, “good girl, you can come.”

That’s all it takes, the vibration of Ellie’s words send shockwaves through your clit and immediately you’re seeing stars, clenching down onto Ellie’s fingers like a vice. She fucks you through it, she doesn’t stop, either.

Her mouth continues to suck on your clit long after you’ve come, and her fingers are still buried to the hilt inside of you.

“Oh! Please—please, can’t do more.”

Her teeth graze over your puffy clit, “yes you fucking can, roll over.”

She pulls away just long enough for you to roll over onto your tummy, “face down. Gonna have you on your knees praying for me to stop.”

Your face is mashed into the pillows and Ellie uses her knee to shove your legs further apart, her large hands immediately move to spread your pussy apart and she licks a long stripe from your clit to your tighter hole.

“Fucking shit! Fuck fuck fuck!” The filthy words pass through your lips like nothing, and Ellie almost laughs at the idea of the sweetest girl in the world having such a foul mouth. She moves back down to stuff her tongue into your pussy, sliding the wet muscle in and out, licking and sucking on your folds like a woman starved.

You’re babbling and sobbing into your pillowcase, begging for literally anything. Ellie keeps her mouth connected to your pussy, but moves both of her hands to grip the globes of your ass and quickly spreads them. One hand stays planted on your ass, the other trails upward until her thumb rests over your tight hole, pressing in slightly before circling around it. She uses her previous spit as lube before slowly sliding her thumb into your ass, leaving it there while she licks on your cunt.

A sob erupts from your lips and immediately you’re rocking back and forth on her face, “good fucking girl. Use me, baby.”

Her thumb slides farther into your ass and before you know it, she’s sliding her other hand to meet it. She presses in her second thumb and you squeal, clenching around her fingers.

With one last lick to your clit, your orgasm hits like a truck. Your juices leak down Ellie’s chin and spurt out onto her cheeks, effectively covering her face with you. It’s deliciously sweet and Ellie happily laps up everything that drips from your pussy lips, slurping and gurgling like a feral animal.

She pulls away from your cunt and turns her face to the side, rubbing your juices onto her clothed shoulder. Her thumbs stay planted in your ass and she lightly pulls her thumbs apart, spreading you open.

“Fuck—fuck. No more. No!”

Ellie chuckles and decides to remove her fingers. She watches your knees buckle and you drop fully onto your bed, shaking and whimpering, “oh my God. Oh my God.”

You keep repeating it. Over and over.

“It’s actually Ellie. But, I told you I’d have you praying for me instead.”

You grunt into the pillow case and Ellie laughs, moving to rub her hand soothingly up and down the expanse of your back. She presses a kiss between your shoulder blades and helps you slide your shredded pantyhose down your legs along with your underwear.

Your dress is still bunched up around your chest and Ellie rugs the fabric down to cover your ass after pressing a kiss to the plump skin.

Just as she slides your dress fully back down, a knock sounds at your bedroom door, “honey? It’s dad. The sermon is over and I’m heading back to the church for the potluck. Are you coming?”

Ellie squeezes the flesh of your thighs in warning, “no, daddy. I’m staying here, don’t feel—ah, don’t feel good.”

Her fingers drift over your puffy lips while she listens to you answer your father outside the door, “okay, honey.”

His footsteps clank down the stairs and Ellie waits to hear the front door slam before she whispers in your ear, “I don’t think I’m done with my sermon yet.”

[shirefantasies]

Hiiii hru? Can I request like the fellowship with a reader who is like a total push over? Like could be stabbed in the leg and would apologize to the attacker or like could literally be freezing but would offer their blanket so somebody who has slight chills. If you don’t want to that’s perfectly fine 😊 thank you ❤️

Yes you can! As someone who struggled with people pleasing for a long time & am still unlearning a lot, I really feel this! I didn’t go full apologizing for getting stabbed but hopefully this is a good representation of people pleasing behaviors 😅 Warnings: some blood/violence mentions, mental struggles implied

The Fellowship + People-Pleaser

Aragorn

“Why are we stopping,” you ask, “did you not say make haste?” “It cannot have escaped your notice that you were just stabbed,” Aragorn replies, gently urging you down and dabbing with stinging but necessary force around the bloody tear at your leg. His voice is hard to read- colored with wry amusement, perhaps, concern most definitely. His eyes shine at the sight of you and his gentle touch has heat rushing to your face. “Why do you think we would force you to bear a burden like this?” Struck. That is the only way you can describe the feeling, what his words do to you. You fear so greatly being a burden that the others see it as a poor reflection upon themselves. Like you think them heartless. You shake your head. “I’m sorry. I just- I didn’t want to slow us down since you said what you said. Never would I believe you capable of any great cruelty, Aragorn.” He nods. “That is not my intent.” His words are barely above a whisper now. “Now rest, please. We all could use it.”

Legolas

Shuffling behind you alerts you to another presence cutting like lightning through the spiraling clouds overtaking you. Panicking, you sniff and wipe frantically at your face with your sleeve, unglamorous as the gesture is. Straightening, you try your best to shakily apply the mask again, lips curving upward as much as you could will them. “What troubles you?” Legolas. Somehow it has, until this moment, escaped you that climbing into the trees was no promise of solitude when a woodland elf called your company temporary home. “Oh, nothing,” you say, cursing the waver of your tone, “nothing.” Brows furrowing, he stares pointedly as his dark eyes are soft and does not let his gaze leave. “Please. No burden is ever truly solitary.” Gaping, you try to come up with a rebuttal, feel too broken and melted to speak. Legolas sits at your side, leg brushing yours. “When you are ready, I will listen. There is no shame here. If you wish not to speak, I will simply stay.”

Boromir

Boromir's brows knitted at your repeated apologies. Breathy words of regret passed through your lips between waves of pain. Boromir's arms were around you, his steps shifting to guide you onto your back. Your leg was possibly broken, trampled in the last skirmish to great pain, and he had taken up the task of aiding your steps. “You did not ask for this,” his reply cut into your stream of words, “how can you apologize for actions beyond your control? You fought well, now come and rest.” “Thank you,” you manage, gritting your teeth as he lowered you onto a bedroll. “You are so like my brother sometimes,” Boromir chuckled deeply, smiling down upon your form as he unlaced your boots, “you need not prove your worth, you know. I care about you solely for what is in your heart.”

Gimli

“You can do anything! A great warrior lies within you! Every hit you take makes you stronger!” You had opened up to Gimli about the harsh words spoken to you in your past. The way you had subconsciously learned to live by them. Stay the desire to let people in lest they hurt you. It was exhausting, but you had been called a burden before and did not wish to be one again. Thus you told him to use those words again. You were used to them, after all. But all you received from the dwarf was staunch refusal. Kind words. Rousing words. “You remind me of my own kin,” he continued, “no challenge ever stops a dwarf for long. The fact that you spoke anything at all, naturally, is your first act of resistance. Thus now as you realize your own strength you can practice spitting it back in their face!” You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, but in the flash of joy something else pierces your heart. Gimli immediately took those words as hogwash. Maybe those lessons had not been lessons at all, but hits just as he said. Maybe there was something to be said for rising better from them instead of lying down.

Frodo

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” you give your characteristic response the moment the others check in on you, unwilling to become the burden they could surely see you as. Seeing as how you gave no strong opinions the others nod and continue on. Taking a deep breath, you walk on as well, at least until an arm falls gently across you in restraint. “Why do you always do that?” Frodo asks, eyes imploring. “Do what?” You reply, unsure what you have done to bother him. “Put yourself down so,” he answers, “act like your say has no value. They would stop for you, you know.” “I…I do not wish to be the reason we slow,” you stammer out, voice quieting. Frodo just shakes his head at your words, hand reaching up to grasp your shoulder reassuringly. “Do not doubt our love for you,” he tells you with a small smile, “after all, it is not a thing that is bought and sold.”

Sam

“Oh, Sam,” you hold back a sneeze, “I love them!” “Really?” He doesn’t look convinced, starting to retract the hand holding the flowers giving you the unfortunate reaction. “Of course, why would I not?” Cocking a brow, Sam shot back “Because my mother was always having a bad time with these lot and you just gave the same twinge of your nose as she did. No need to lie over it, I’d love to find you some new ones.” Your face and head fell. “Sam, I am so sorry, truly I-” “You can’t control it,” he chuckled, “besides, the apology is mine if you felt like you needed to lie. You never have to lie to me, ok? We can work it out together.” His eyes shone and all you could do was smile and nod.

Merry

"No, no, really, take it.” Insisting, you hold out your blanket in a shaky hand as you peer beseechingly into Merry’s eyes. His brows furrow faintly, but no annoyance or even confusion crosses his face, only…concern, a look as though you held out your very soul. “You really don’t need to do that, you know.” Now it is your turn for an expression fading into concern, brows knitting at more than just the chill wind whipping the trees. “Do what?” The hobbit places one hand upon his hip, the other giving an accusing little wave. “Offer up your blanket and think to leave yourself none. I thank you, but really. You have needs, too, you know.” Both his face and tone soften upon those words, punctuated with one step closer. “And they’re no less important.” No one said such things to you. Perhaps they even came with some disbelief, a grate on the way down like a wrongly swallowed pill. But the way Merry said it: it was clear to you he believed it, and that fact alone gave you pause. “O-oh. Alright. Thank you,” you replied softly. “Of course. And if you’re really so concerned,” he gave the rakish smile that always had your heart leaping, “we could always share. If you were comfortable, of course.”

Pippin

“Oh, Pippin, I’m so sorry.” “What ever for now?” No malice colors his voice, only pure amusement and its usual jolly lilt. He peers at you with brows raised and green eyes wide as you glance down. “I’ve got to reach over you really quickly here.” “That’s it?” “Well, I was getting in your way and-” “If that is getting in my way, do your worst. In fact, you don’t have to be sorry. You don’t have to be sorry for accidentally stepping in front of me, either, or not realizing you spoke at the same time as me… wait,” stopping., Pippin gapes at you, “do you think I don’t like you? I assure you, nothing could be further from the truth!” Your heart flipped. How could he even consider that you would think that? You just felt like you were in the way all the time. Apologizing was something you always had done. Just in case. “Oh, no, I just…. Well, I suppose it’s silly,” you trailed off. “Oh, no,” Pippin grabbed your faltering hand with a shake of his head and a grin on his face, “no more apologizing on my watch, alright?”

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Unpredictable, Part 8-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic

A/N: This took me way too long to write but as per usual, please let me know what you think and if you want more.

Warnings: angst, negative family dynamics, eating issues, body issues, and swearing.

Word Count: 7.8k

Series Masterlist

Taglist: @badbishsblog, @gardenof-venus, @morelovemorepeacemoretattoo-blog, @kasslucilfer, @darksoul100

Luke’s smile would have been more contagious if my thoughts were not so jumbled. Even though he was standing right across from me, my brain refused to believe he was real. Sure, he was wearing his favorite brown jacket over a t-shirt with jeans, and the sun (or whatever light) highlighted the natural glow around him. But, it was impossible.

“Impossible?” Luke asked. “That’s a little harsh.”

I hesitated and pressed the back of my hand to my forehead. “Sorry, this is a lot to take in.”

But I could see the scene in my mind’s eye: the Vought clean-up crew hosing the blood off the cobblestone in front of Lamplighter, the chunks of Luke they put in biohazard bags, and the smell---

I wretched at the thought of it and tried not to double over. Luke rushed over to me and softly grasped my shoulders.

“Hey, are you okay, Y/N?” he asked.

“No,” I muttered, shaking my head. “I…I saw you die, and this is a messed up joke if this is a joke. Or…”

Luke sighed. “You’re not dead if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He slowly backed away and I straightened up. Then, I launched myself at him and he caught me in a bear hug, laughing as he did. The scent of pine and clean aftershave almost made me cry.

“I miss you,” I mumbled into his chest.

“I miss you too,” he replied.

“I wish none of this happened. Why didn’t you tell any of us what was going on?” I demanded.

Luke paused. “I didn’t know how but, it sounds like you guys are figuring things out.”

I slowly pulled away from Luke and eyed him. “How can you tell?”

Luke pursed his lips. “I’m a manifestation of Cate’s subconsciousness. So, I see everything she sees.”

At his words, my eyes wandered around the forest. At first glance, it looked like any other forest with large trees and whistling wind. But on closer inspection, there were no woodland creatures, no sounds of birds, and the sky was more like a large gray cloud with red cracks that flashed every few seconds.

“I’m in Cate’s head?”

“You catch on quick but then again, you always do.”

I looked up at Luke. “So, if I’m in here, what’s happening to my body? And where’s everyone else?”

“You touched Cate when she was in extreme duress and she retreated to her mind but she brought you with her,” Luke explained. “Your body could be experiencing several things: seizure, vomiting, a comatose state, or hysteria.”

I groaned. “So, her going into shock put me in shock?”

“Pretty much.”

Another shock of lightning flashed across the “sky” but this time, it struck and destroyed a boulder that was about thirty feet away from Luke and me. The crash made me jump and Luke grabbed my arm.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“She’s kind of self-destructing. This hasn’t happened before and the only way to get out is if she wakes up,” Luke warned.

“So, I just need to find Cate and wake us both up,” I confirmed with a nod.

Lightning cracked through the sky and I jumped further into Luke’s grip.

“Basically but you don’t have a lot of time. If she doesn’t wake up, you’ll be stuck here forever.”

His words hung heavy over me and I could feel pressure weighing down on my shoulders. Somehow, I had to find Cate and snap her out of this state. Even though she’d been through a lot in the last few hours, she didn’t have to go this far.

I managed a smile. “Well, at least I have you here as a guide.”

Luke straightened up and puffed out his chest. “Of course. So, all you have to do---”

An instant later, a flash of lightning took him with it. It was difficult to tell whether knowing he was already dead made this second loss easier or harder. At the same time, it was nice to see Luke again, to talk to him, and touch him.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to think. The best course of action would be to try to use my powers again and figure out the best route out. It definitely could not hurt after the last couple of tries.

I closed my eyes and focused on the best way to find Cate. However, it was like my powers didn’t exist at all. Before, it felt like they were just out of reach and this was definitely worse.

I opened my eyes as I felt my heartbeat pick up.

“Breathe, Y/N, breathe,” I hissed.

There was no time for my anxiety to spike. No one else was here except me and Cate and I was the only one who could find her.

After a few deep breaths, I opened my eyes and saw a large glossy oak door standing in front of me. The door looked familiar, and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing its knob and pushing it open.

Seconds later, the bright light stunned me as I wandered into the space. When my eyes adjusted, I realized that I was in Dean Shetty’s office, complete with the expensive furniture and tapestry. Dean Shetty sat at her desk and stirred some sugar into her cup of tea. Cate was sitting across from her but she looked much more innocent, like she had when we first met.

She sipped from a pristine teacup and tapped her gloved fingers against the porcelain. She wore a white varsity sweater and ripped jeans.

“How is your first week as a sophomore?” Dean Shetty asked.

Cate nodded. “It’s going well so far. It feels different.”

“That’s only a natural feeling. You are much more in control of your powers and you are more experienced.”

“Thank you, Indira, it’s all because of your help.”

Dean Shetty shook her head and set her teacup down. “No, I only supported you; you did a lot of work. You are in the Top 20 for a reason.” She clasped her hands together. “Considering your progress, I think it’s time that I give you a new challenge.”

Cate raised her eyebrows. “Challenge?”

“Yes. I believe it is time for you to pass on what you learned and that you are ready now. There is a freshman that I would like you to meet. She is an incredibly bright, talented supe but, she needs some guidance to realize her full potential.” Dean Shetty grinned. “Considering how similar your abilities are, I believe you would be a fantastic match as her peer mentor.”

Cate paused. “Peer mentor?”

“Yes, a guide of sorts about how to succeed at Godolkin; who to befriend, what events to engage with, and how to gain more control over your abilities. These sorts of things tend to come better from someone who is of a similar age. What do you think?”

Even though it sounded like a question, it wasn’t. Dean Shetty’s tone was light but her eyes seemed to darken slightly and she straightened up a little as she eyed Cate. Cate stared at the teacup in her hand for a while, mulling things over.

“Okay, if you think it’s a good idea, then I’m open to it,” Cate declared.

Dean Shetty smiled. “Wonderful.”

“When do I meet her?”

A second later, someone knocked on the door behind me and Dean Shetty rose from her seat.

“Right now,” she commented.

As she walked towards me, Dean Shetty’s gaze never left the door. Even as she walked past me, she didn’t acknowledge me.

“They probably can’t see me,” I concluded.

Dean Shetty opened the door in one flawless motion but she stood in a way where I couldn’t see who was on the other side.

“Am I early?” a soft voice asked.

“No, you have impeccable timing. Come on in.”

Dean Shetty stepped aside and in walked a very anxious freshman version of myself. I watched as my freshman self fought to not grab at the black tennis skirt that swayed when she walked. The silk pressed curls bounced against the middle of her back as she approached Dean Shetty’s desk.

Cate stood when freshman me got close enough and Dean Shetty stood next to me.

“Cate, I’d like you to meet Y/N Y/L/N. She’s at the top of Brink’s first-year class and I am confident her star will continue to rise with proper guidance,” Dean Shetty announced.

Freshman me extended a hand towards Cate and Cate accepted it. “It’s nice to meet you. I saw your TikTok on supe psychology and it was really cool.”

Did I always ramble that much?

“I’m glad you liked it and it’s nice to meet you too,” Cate responded.

Dean Shetty gestured for Cate and freshman me to sit and she poured freshman me a cup of tea. “I was just telling Cate that I think she would be a wonderful peer mentor.”

“Peer mentor?” I echoed.

“Yes, someone your age who can help guide you through GOD U. I’m sure you’ve noticed how hectic it can be and not everyone survives here. Any freshman would kill to have personal time with a Top 20 supe but they do not all meet the standard to do so.”

Freshman me’s eyes widened with each word Dean Shetty spoke. “That’s amazing but, why me?”

“Like I said you are exceptional in your classes already and your skill set and Ms. Dunlap’s are similar and cause similar side effects. I believe she can help you navigate that as well as all things GOD U.”

Freshman me turned to Cate and smiled softly. “If you’re okay with it…”

“Of course. What is your ability, by the way?”

Freshman me rattled off my ability and Cate nodded, impressed. Then, Dean Shetty’s cell phone rang and she excused herself to take it. Cate leaned closer to Freshman Me.

“Don’t be so nervous. I already know that we’ll be friends,” she smiled.

Freshman me grinned in reply and I could feel the residual giddiness or that could have been me remembering this day. Cate was so impressive at that point that I was afraid that she wouldn’t want to be stuck with me or ignore me. But the anger that rose at the sight of Cate’s grin leapt out of me.

“If we were such good friends, why did you trap me in your head?” I hissed.

Cate turned to me. “I wasn’t lying, Y/N. I thought your powers were impressive and I could tell how powerful you were when we first met. I still want us to be friends.”

I stomped over to her. “Then, let’s get out of here. We can go together; we don’t have to stay here.”

But as quickly as she was there, she was gone. Suddenly, I was in the corner of the training gym and Luke, Andre, and Jordan were hanging out on the other end. Jordan was in their female form, wearing a baggy tank top and loose sweatpants, something they’d rarely wear outside of a memory.

I remembered this, this was the first time I ever trained with the Top Five. Cate had dragged me to the gym, insisting that I meet her friends and almost-boyfriend while also improving my combat skills. At the time, I thought she was crazy and that maybe it was a cruel prank but her genuine smile and encouragement were comforting.

Slowly, I approached the group, moving to stand near Jordan and listening to the conversation.

“So, who’s this girl Cate’s bringing?” Andre asked.

“Her mentee. Shetty set them up, but she sounds excited,” Luke answered.

“You don’t have a name?” Jordan asked.

Luke laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Cate mentioned it, but I can’t remember.”

Jordan rolled her eyes. “Well, this freshman better not waste my time.”

Luke playfully elbowed her. “Stop being so grumpy. If Shetty paired Cate with her, it probably means she’s impressive. At least give her a chance.”

Jordan scowled. “Why do you always have to be nice?”

Andre clapped his hands on Luke’s shoulders. “Because he’s Golden Boy.”

Watching past Jordan in all their surliness was jarring and I felt like a freshman again.

A second later, the training door opened, and I watched as Cate strutted in confidently with an arm wrapped around freshman me’s shoulders. I could feel the terror and anxiety wafting off freshman me as I watched her nervously eye the trio.

“Sorry, we’re late!” Cate called.

“It’s okay,” Luke insisted with a dazzling grin.

I giggled as Freshman me’s knees wobbled; it was funny how such a short time ago I couldn’t even make eye contact with Luke.

“Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N, my peer mentee. She’s doing amazing in her crim classes but needs a little help with combat,” Cate explained.

Freshman me did a small wave to everyone and Andre smirked as he swaggered up to her.

“Cate was keeping you all to herself, huh?” Andre commented.

Freshman me hesitated. “Uh…”

“Relax, Andre,” Luke said.

“Yeah, I don’t want you freaking her out with all that rizz,” Cate mocked.

Andre rolled his eyes and muttered something about the couple being “cockblockers”.

“Oh, you must know Jordan since they TA the first-year class,” Luke acknowledged.

“Um, sort of, we never…really…talk,” Freshman me admitted.

“Aw, don’t be scared of Jordan, their bark is worse than their bite,” Cate encouraged.

Andre raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

Jordan scoffed. “I’ll give you this, you’re the least annoying freshman.”

“Thanks?”

“Okay, let’s split up into pairs.” Cate turned to Freshman me. “Don’t worry about getting hurt----we never go all out in training and we only spar until someone’s knocked out of bounds.”

Freshman me nodded and I watched as she side-eyed Jordan. Even though I’d known that I’d have to spar with them, it didn’t make my nervousness any better. However, the four of them split up amongst themselves, with Andre and Luke going first, followed by Cate and Jordan, and decided that the winners of those rounds would play rock-paper-scissors to determine who sparred with me.

Andre and Luke’s fight was interesting, and I forgot how close of a match they were. Of course, Luke used his fire and flying abilities to his advantage, but Andre was still a force to be reckoned with. Luke still won and Andre grinned as Luke helped him to his feet afterwards. Cate and Jordan’s fight was as surprisingly decent as I remembered. Even though Jordan switched between their forms depending on the circumstance, Cate managed to keep up for a while. It wasn’t until Jordan leg swept her, knocking her out of bounds, that the fight ended.

“Not…fair,” Cate panted as she sat up.

“Don’t be a sore loser,” Jordan teased as she helped her up.

Cate smirked and they stepped out of the ring. Andre playfully rubbed his hands together.

“So, who gets to fight the freshman?” he sang.

“It’s Y/N,” Cate corrected.

“Right, sorry.”

Freshman me smiled softly as she stood from her seat and walked closer to the group. Luke and Jordan faced each other and played rock-paper-scissors. Playing best out of three was a little cruel since Freshman me hoped to spar with Luke. At the very least, he would be nice when I inevitably lost. Jordan was difficult to read but I’d had a feeling that they would taunt me about losing.

When Jordan won, I couldn’t read their expression but Freshman me was terrified.

“Stop looking like I’m going to kill you,” Jordan snapped.

Freshman me jumped and Cate placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Like I said, don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” she whispered.

At the time, I was so frazzled that I couldn’t focus on the outcome of the fight. Instead, I had focused on keeping my lunch down. Instead of joining Andre, Cate, and me on the sidelines, Luke stood on the mat, a couple of feet outside the circle. He waited a couple of seconds before signaling for Freshman me and Jordan to spar.

My shoulders hiked up towards my ears as I watched Freshman me clumsily evade Jordan’s attacks. At that time, I’d learned how to predict my opponent’s movements but I rarely landed strong attacks. Brink thought that because my mental strength was so high my physical strength had no choice but to lag.

“It would be unfair at that point. But, as a future supe, you do need to learn the basics,” he’d instructed.

Freshman me’s form was all over the place; her guard slipped every few seconds, her feet never had solid contact with the ground, and any kick or punch was weak at worst and sloppy at best. I cringed when she took a small energy blast from Jordan that knocked her out of bounds. It didn’t hurt but it was definitely a shock at the time.

“Jordan!” Cate admonished as she jumped to her feet.

She started to rush forward but Andre held her back and Luke shook his head.

“She’s fine,” Luke mouthed.

Freshman me panted on the ground, sweat staining the lime green Alo set she wore a couple of shades darker. Jordan shifted into their male form as they sauntered over to me and extended a hand. Freshman me stared at his hand like it would turn into a snake at any second.

“Come on, you just saw I won’t bite,” he quipped.

At his words, Freshman me accepted his hand and Jordan pulled her to her feet in one move. I smiled as she almost bumped into him, but Jordan steadied her by gripping my forearms.

“I never thought you’d be this clumsy,” he commented.

Freshman me huffed. “I’m, uh, usually not this bad.”

“Well, your form needs some work, and you need to build up more confidence when you’re on the offense. But, you were great at evading me.” “Until that last move.”

“Not a lot of people could avoid that, especially not a freshman. Don’t worry, we’ll work on it.”

Freshman me frowned as Jordan turned and started sauntering back to Cate and Andre. “Wh-what does that mean?”

Jordan glanced at her over his shoulder. “It means I’ll spar with you more often. You can’t be one of Brink’s new favorites and be this bad at fighting, freshie.”

Freshman me continued to gawk at him as he walked away. Andre finally let Cate run over to Freshman me and she insisted on looking her over. When Jordan finally got close enough to me, he had the smallest smile on his face. I stood just as he bent down to grab his water bottle.

“I still don’t get how you flipped like that. You mostly ignored me until then and I was a horrible sparring partner,” I commented.

Jordan chuckled. “I thought you’d get it by now.”

When he turned to face me, my stomach dropped. I didn’t understand why I still had this reaction to him after everything that happened. No matter what, every time he looked at me, I felt warm all over.

“You agreed to train with some of the highest ranking supes on campus and even though you were intimidated, you did your best and you didn’t give up,” Jordan stated. “Before we sparred, I thought Brink liked you so much because of your ability but it was more than that: you face challenges, even when you don’t want to, like a real supe.”  

“So do you,” I pointed out.

Jordan shook his head. “Yeah, but it’s different when you do it. I didn’t want to dig into any of this GOD U shit but you didn’t hesitate. It’s scary but also inspiring.”

It took all my strength to keep my mouth from falling open. I inspired Jordan? The same Jordan who did everything in their power to stay in the Top Three. The same Jordan who impressed one of the most influential crime experts so much that they became his TA.

None of this made any sense and I wondered how long Jordan thought of me like that.

Do they actually think about you like that?

I blinked and my heart sunk at the realization that Cate could have been messing with me; this was her domain after all.

 But what if Cate knew what Jordan was thinking or feeling at the time? It was possible, especially if she had her gloves off.

“Jordan---"

“And that’s when I said, ‘I hate to tell you buddy but, you’re looking at the wrong end’!” a loud voice cut me off.

When I turned to face the direction of the voice, I was suddenly standing in the corner of the dining room at Mom’s. The candlelight from the tables reflected off the wall, giving the space a false sense of warmth. The scent of roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, yams, and collard greens tickled my nose as I wandered further into the room.

At the long table, Mom and Dad sat on opposite ends, the large spread Ms. Murphy, the family cook, prepared obstructing their views of each other. My brother, Isaac, sat on one side, grinning from ear to ear as both our parents laughed. My fourteen-year-old self sat across from him, smiling as she pushed some greens around on her plate.

I remembered this, this was our first Thanksgiving after Isaac took the Buenos Aires job. The tension was so thick in the air that I could have choked on it and it nearly stopped my appetite.

Younger me slouched in her chair, clad in a red plaid cap-sleeve dress with her hair swept up in a loose curly bun. My face was so much rounder then. As I slowly traversed the table, Isaac pushed up the sleeves of his charcoal gray Brooks Brothers sweater.

Everyone liked Isaac, boys, girls, adults, everyone. If no one fell for his charm, his good sense of humor, or his fantastic social skills, they tended to be drawn to his tall, broad frame and smooth copper skin. When I was a kid, Isaac was everything.

“And that happened your first day?” Dad asked as he adjusted his glasses.

Isaac shook his head. “First week.”

“As expected from our brilliant son,” Mom bragged, sipping some Dom Perignon.

Isaac’s laugh sounded like a deeper-pitched version of Denzel Washington’s. Younger me smiled widely at the sound while I stared on, knowing full well that he probably got it from years of practice.

“I mean, I’m still learning a lot. Everyone I work with has been very welcoming,” Isaac insisted.

“Are you learning a lot about the culture? In school, we learned that it’s so vibrant there,” Younger me piped in.

Mom’s gaze cut towards me. “Y/N, don’t interrupt Isaac.”

Younger me shrank back and I flinched. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Dad rolled his eyes. “Y/N was only asking a question, Y/M/N. She hasn’t seen him in months, it’s only natural.”

Isaac raised his hands. “It’s okay, everyone.” He looked at Younger me. “It’s a really good question, Y/N. These past two years, I’ve really immersed myself in the culture and I’ve even started picking up more Spanish. Also, the Argentinians are a very welcoming people and I’m so fortunate to work and live with them.”

For the first time, I realized how practiced Isaac sounded. It was the same way Coco sounded whenever she practiced speeches but, she was also going into political science.

Who was Isaac trying to impress or sway?

I made my way to Younger Me and stood against the wall behind her. Her eyes were so wide and sparkling, hanging on to Isaac’s every word. I wondered if that was the same way I looked when I was rushing Si Chi.

Younger Me ate a mouthful of yams and nodded happily. “I’m glad you’re having such a good time. We miss you here, though.”

“But this is a great opportunity for your brother, Y/N. We couldn’t hold him back here,” Dad interjected.

“Right, yeah---” “Yes,” Mom corrected.

“Yes,” Younger Me repeated, turning to Isaac. “Can you pass me the turkey?”

My stomach dropped as the memory echoed in my ears. I wrapped my arms around my waist and leaned further into the wall, rubbing my sides.

“Sure, Sis.” Isaac grabbed the dish and started to hand it over when Dad placed a hand on Isaac’s wrist.

“Y/N, you’ve already had a…generous helping. Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” he asked gently.

I thought I was sinking into the ground as I watched Younger Me grasp for words and could feel how flustered she was in my chest.

“You can’t blame Y/N, Dad. Ms. Murphy’s an amazing cook,” Isaac tried.

Mom scoffed. “It’s all that cooking that made her fat.”

The room was silent for a moment. Suddenly, Dad looked both shocked and understanding as he stared at Mom, Mom was staring at a painting on another wall as she sipped her drink, and Isaac couldn’t take his eyes off the turkey dish in his hands.

I could feel the ball begin in Younger Me’s throat and the tears burned in her eyes as she tried to keep herself together.

“Y/M/N,” Dad admonished.

Mom cut her gaze towards him. “Don’t use that tone with me. Unlike you, I care for our daughter’s health. It’s especially important considering her abilities and we have no idea how obesity could impact them!”

Dad set the turkey dish down and Isaac started nibbling on some mac and cheese. “Don’t do that, I care about Y/N’s health. She has made a lot of progress thanks to my encouragement.”

Mom rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re saying that like the dance lessons that I paid for had nothing to do with it?”

“Oh yes, Y/M/N, only your contributions supported our daughter. When will you stop acting like you’ve financially supported our children this entire time? Don’t forget who gave you the money to start your agency.”

If looks could kill, Dad would have been dead a long time ago. Mom threw her head back and drained the last of her glass. When she set the glass down, she maintained a neutral expression.

“You can stop throwing that in my face now, Y/D/N; I’m the one who grew it without your or anyone else’s help!”

They went back and forth for a few more minutes and I watched Younger Me’s mind race.

Finally, she interrupted, “Did I tell you that I got all As for the semester?”

The statement made Mom and Dad pause and they relaxed a little.

“That’s wonderful, Y/N,” Dad praised.

“That’s my little sister,” Isaac added with a grin. “Have you solved any cases recently?”

Younger Me grinned. “Well, there’s this one murder that happened out in Cincinnati; a woman was found in a dumpster horribly attacked. The police think it’s a one-off but, that makes no sense since it matches the MO of several other murdered women who were found in the state.”

“What’s the MO?” Isaac asked, sipping some pinot noir.

 That was when I noticed that there was something different about Isaac’s eyes. The light brown orbs looked slightly more playful than usual, almost mischievous.

“Oh, she was bludgeoned to death with a blunt object and raped post-mortem,” Younger Me rattled off.

“Y/N, we are eating,” Mom said slowly.

Younger Me hesitated. “Sorry, Mom, I was just answering Isaac’s question.”

“You’ll get better at reading situations, hon,” Dad assured.

Mom shook her head and started stabbing at some greens on her plate. “I don’t recall having this issue with Isaac.” She glanced warmly at him. “You were always so polite and well-mannered.”

“I was well-mannered,” I huffed.

Isaac smiled sheepishly. “It’s different for different people. Y/N will be fine.”

Younger Me nodded slightly but I knew she was trying to keep the tears from spilling down her cheeks.

“I hope so. You know, Vought is merciless about who they select to represent them. With every B-list hero in my agency, they are trained to hell in PR. There can be no mistakes, Y/N, not if you want a future as a supe.”

Younger Me nodded. “Yes, Mom.”

After a few moments where the only sounds were cutlery hitting the plates, Ms. Murphy stepped into the dining room. The portly older black woman rubbed her hands on the towel attached to her apron.

“Pardon me but, dessert is about ready. Should I have the table cleared?” Ms. Murphy asked.

Isaac stood. “It’s alright, Ms. Murphy, I’ll clear the table.”

“Isaac, there’s no need, we have people for that,” Mom insisted.

“It’s okay, I’m happy to help.”

Ms. Murphy nodded and shot a glance in Younger Me’s direction before slipping back into the kitchen. Isaac gracefully collected his plate and started going around the table, collecting ours.

“What a polite boy I have,” Dad complimented, playfully punching Isaac’s arm as he past.

“Despite all that success you’re so humble,” Mom added. “Remember this when you start to get big, Y/N.”

Younger Me nodded and once Isaac was at the kitchen door, she stood. “I’ll go help with dessert.”

Neither of them responded as she trailed behind Isaac, and I trailed behind her. The kitchen smelled like pecan pie and my mouth watered. Ms. Murphy was fantastic at her job, but no one could do desserts like her. She claimed that the secret was that she used full-fat everything.

“A growing girl like you needs that,” she quipped once.

In one corner of the room, Ms. Murphy was adding the finishing touches to the immaculate pecan pie perched on a silver server. Isaac set the dirty dishes on the counter and opened the dishwasher. I decided the island was the best position since it gave me a good view of the two of us and kept me at a decent distance.

“Let me help you,” Younger Me insisted.

Isaac paused and nodded. “Sure, sis.”

“I’m gonna go take this out to your folks,” Ms. Murphy said, pecan pie in hand. She leaned down to Younger Me. “You eat as much of this as you want.”

Younger Me smiled softly as the older woman disappeared into the kitchen.

“It’s really good to have you home, Isaac,” Younger Me commented as she handed Isaac plates.

“You keep saying that,” Isaac joked.

“It’s true. It’s like before when you’re around,” Younger Me said.

Isaac tensed a little but continued loading the dishes. “So, how have things been since I was gone?”

“Horrible,” I stated.

At that time, Mom and Dad cooled off from World War III which was their divorce but they still fought every time they saw each other. Even though Dad moved out a while ago, they would still see each other for my dance recitals, cheer events, or awards ceremonies. And whenever one of them dropped me off with the other, the tension made me sick but the worst part was how they bad-mouthed each other.

They both said things that no daughter should hear about her parents.

“Fine, things have been fine,” Younger Me lied.

I could have cried for her as she fidgeted with a plate. At the time, I didn’t want to burden Isaac since all the phone calls and text conversations we had were so positive. He was doing important work and I didn’t want to complain. But at the same time, he had to know things were bad.

“That’s good to hear,” Isaac replied. “I want to make sure my little sister’s okay.”

Then, Younger Me hesitated and handed him a plate. She bit her bottom lip and several moments past before she said, “Actually, sometimes, things get really, really bad. They both say some things that I hope they don’t mean and sometimes, I know what’s coming but it still freaks me out.” Younger Me shrugged. “Sometimes, I wish I could escape far away from here, like you did.” As innocent as the words were, little did I know at the time that it would be enough to set Isaac off. He straightened from loading the dishes and closed the dishwasher door stronger than he had to. When he turned to Younger Me, the pleasant expression he wore all night disappeared; his jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed.

“You think I escaped?” he asked slowly.

Younger Me blinked and the realization of her words poured over her. “Isaac, I didn’t mean----”

“You think I took that job so that I could run away? It was a fantastic opportunity, and I would have been an idiot not to take it!” he hissed.

Younger Me flinched and I gritted my teeth. “No, it’s great, Isaac, really. We’re all so proud of you and you’ve been doing so much great work. I just meant that it must be nice to get away.”

“I would never want to get away from my family. Adults fight sometimes, Y/N, grow up.”

Isaac’s words stung against my face and I clenched my fists as Younger Me fumbled for words. As Younger Me pled more and more with Isaac, my anger grew.

“I’m sorry, Isaac, really. It’s okay, everything’s okay, don’t worry about us,” Younger Me insisted.

I scoffed. “Nothing was okay, and you had to know that.”

Then, Isaac’s gaze left Younger Me’s and burned into mine. “Stop overexaggerating, Y/N. You never went crazy and you got into the special supe school; you’re doing just fine, it couldn’t have been that bad.”

It was hard to tell whether Isaac’s tone or his insistence on being right was the nail in the coffin but I didn’t care as I charged around the island and stood in front of Younger Me.

“Are you kidding me? I had a million anxiety attacks, and I could barely sleep. No one noticed, though, because I almost killed myself keeping up good grades and trying not to eat too much because Mom and Dad would comment,” I snapped.

Isaac hesitated. “Like I said, though, you’re doing fine now.”

“I’m not fine!” I exclaimed. “I never was but I couldn’t show that because someone had to be the adult in this house. I still don’t understand how you all thought that was okay when it wasn’t.” I scoffed. “Wait, I have an idea, maybe it’s because perfect little Doctor Isaac couldn’t be burdened with the fact that he abandoned his little sister in hell!”

“I didn’t abandon you, it was a good job!” Isaac argued.

The laugh that erupted from my chest was spiteful and it had no joy or air in it. Then, I couldn’t stop laughing, to the point that I doubled over. Isaac must have thought I had lost it but I didn’t care as I straightened up.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked, frowning.

“You could have gotten a surgeon job anywhere in the country and you’re telling me the best offer was ten thousand miles away? You graduated at the top of the class, you had to have other offers.” I huffed. “I had to be so deep in denial but I knew, I had to know. But what does it matter as long as you’re still the favorite.”

“I’m not the favorite; you’re the one they made a superhero,” he defended.

“Please, Isaac, they think I’m a freak at worst and a profitable freak show at best. They never criticized you, they only ever did that with me.” I sniffed and looked up at him. “By the way, why didn’t you ever tell them that I wasn’t fat?”

Isaac hesitated. “What?”

“You were in school for, what, ten years and you became an expert on the human body and health. You could have stopped them from tormenting me about food and my body, but you didn’t. Why did you never defend me?”

His silence almost sent me into another fit of mad laughter, that and the stunned expression on his face. The giddiness and rage that flowed through my veins was almost dizzying as I stared at Isaac. I didn’t blink for so long that his face began to blur. Then, my legs started moving and I wandered around the state-of-the-art kitchen.

“You were always better at this than me-----the performing. It must have been easy coasting as an only child and every gold star, and every A was praised.” I paused and poked at the pot of greens. “They were happy back then.”

“Y/N, you’re talking crazy,” Isaac insisted.

I shook my head. “No, I’m not. All the overthinking and overanalyzing finally helped me realize the truth: you all hate me. No matter what cases I solved, how well I did in school, or how much weight I lost; it was never good enough.” Isaac was silent and I think it was the first time he didn’t know what to say. It was okay because I knew exactly what to say.

“This whole time, I thought that I had to earn people’s love and that if I just worked hard enough, I could get Mom to call me pretty or Dad to post a picture of us without trying to spite Mom.” I finally made eye contact with Isaac. “You made me think that I was broken.”

Then, the kitchen door swung open behind me and Mom and Dad entered the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Mom asked.

“We heard yelling,” Dad added.

I smiled as I turned to them. “You all made me think I was worthless unless I was perfect. I thought I was going to die so many nights because I made one mistake in an essay or lost a friend because my powers creeped them out. But none of you cared.”

None of them spoke and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear any of them. All they could do was lie since I finally realized their true feelings.

My family hated me.

None of them ever really loved me.

My vison blurred as I tried to make eye contact with them again. “How could you think I could end up perfect when you all screwed me up so bad? You make me question myself so much that I’m not even sure what I want anymore.”

I could feel the sobs coming on but I willed them to stay at bay for a moment.

“I’ve met a lot of amazing people at Godolkin, crazy, talented people. But two of them stand out. One of them is this standoffish bigender person who always has a comeback but is actually the kindest person I’ve ever met. The other one is this amazing girl who can see the brighter side of things no matter what, even when people betray her.” I sighed. “And I like both of them, I want to be with both of them, and I don’t know what any of it means and as much as that terrifies me, I’m so happy that I met them.”

They must have all been stunned but I couldn’t focus on them as my chest felt lighter but my throat constricted and I could feel my heart rate pick up. I slowly walked away from the oven and back to my original spot at the island. My hands crept onto the marble counter and I realized that my knees were wobbling.

“You know what’s funny, Isaac?”

Isaac jumped but eyed me.

“If you wanted to abandon me, you didn’t have to go to another continent. Mom and Dad managed to do it and I saw them every day.”

Then, the sobs broke from me and I pressed my hands to my mouth, trying to shove them back in but there was no point. My shoulders shook as I slipped to the ground, the pain barely registering to my brain as I hiccupped into my hands. The tears were hot as they ran down my face and everything hurt so bad and felt so good at the same time; it was like an emotional massage.

Everything that I thought and felt was finally out in the open and none of it was even real.

For a second, I thought a toddler was wailing at the top of their lungs but I almost started laughing again when I realized it was me.

This was it; I was going to be stuck in Cate’s head forever; alone and with nothing to show for it.

The first thing I noticed was something warm against my back. The second was a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. The grip was firm but non-threatening like the owner wanted me to know they were there. The third thing I noticed was Marie’s brown eyes staring back at me as she knelt in front of me.

I paused in my sobbing and sniffled. “Ar-are y-y-you r-r-real?”

“Yeah, I’m real,” she assured.

Her words made me freeze and I started trying to wipe my face, but Marie carefully grabbed my hands. Her thumbs rubbed the top of my hands, and I could feel my sobs slowing down.

“H-h-how’d y-y-you g-get h-here?”

“We found you and Cate and somehow got transported into her head,” Marie explained.

I sniffed, wincing at my congested nose.

“We got to go through a lot of memories, freshie,” Jordan mumbled behind me.

I tensed in their grip and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Andre standing off to the side. He glared at my family with so much malice that my parents cowered next to Isaac.

I gasped. “Th-this i-is s-so embarrassing. H-how m-much of t-that d-did y-you hear?”

“We heard everything you told your brother,” Andre stated.

Marie placed one of her hands on my face. “Breathe, Y/N, you’re hyperventilating.”

It took a couple of minutes, but I managed to even my breathing and once I did, I felt like shrinking away from her and Jordan.

“I can’t believe you were going through all this and never said anything,” Jordan muttered.

I shrugged. “How could I? You, Andre, Cate, Luke, Marie, and everyone in Si Chi are perfect. If I was going to be accepted, I had to be perfect but now you all know that I’m a mess.”

Marie grabbed my other hand again. “Everyone’s a mess; it doesn’t mean something is wrong with you.”

“If we’ve learned anything by wandering around in Cate’s head, it’s that everyone’s a mess,” Jordan mentioned.

I shook my head. “Don’t say that to try to make me feel better.”

“I’m not.”

Jordan quickly rattled off everything they saw: from Cate and Indira meeting to Andre and Cate cheating to Jordan knowing about Brink drugging Luke to Marie killing her parents. Even though he was brief, everything hit an emotional nerve and it almost shook me back into being myself.

“So don’t act like you’re special or anything, we’re all screw-ups,” Jordan concluded.

“And just so you know, I don’t think that you liking me and Jordan makes you weird or bad,” Marie confessed.

At her words, I jerked my head back to Jordan. “You told her?”

“No, you said it while you were yelling at your brother!” Jordan exclaimed.

My face warmed at the realization, and I groaned as I buried my head into Jordan’s shoulder. This day could not have gotten any worse.

“Wait, you told Jordan before you told me?” Marie asked.

“I was going to tell you but then I got sucked in here,” I murmured.

Marie huffed. “Well, you’ll both have to make it up to me once we get out of here.”

Wait, both?

Marie couldn’t be serious; it would be impossible for her to agree to any of this. It didn’t make any sense, none of it did. That didn’t stop my heart from pounding faster though as I leaned away from Jordan’s shoulder to look at her.

Before I could say anything, Jordan and Marie both helped me to my feet.

“We’ll talk about this later, okay?” Jordan offered.

“Uh-huh.”

At that moment, Andre approached my family and they tried to scramble away from him.

“You should all know that Y/N is the best thing to come from you shitty people. If I see you outside of here, we might have some problems,” Andre threatened.

“Please, don’t hurt us,” Mom begged.

It was hard for me not to laugh as Andre slowly backed away, flipping them off as he went. I laughed a little as he came closer to us.

“Thanks, Andre,” I said.

“No problem. Does anyone know how we get out of here?” he asked.

“We have to find Cate; I saw her briefly earlier but I haven’t been able to find her since,” I admitted.

“If you found her once, you can find her again,” Jordan said.

“Not unless I find you.”

In an instant, my mom’s dining room turned into Cate’s dorm, complete with green accents and comfortable furniture. She sat on her bed, eyes bloodshot and downturned. Marie was the first to approach her and Jordan and I trailed behind her.

“Cate, I’m so glad we found you,” Marie said.

“You have to wake up,” Jordan added.

Cate shook her head. “I don’t want to. You all can wake up but I’m going to stay here.”

Marie frowned. “You’re going to die? But, there’s so much we can do once we’re out of here.”

“Yeah, we can expose what’s going on at the school but we need your help,” Jordan insisted.

No matter what anyone said, Cate remained unresponsive. Both Jordan and Marie tried to reason with her while Andre snapped at her for everything that happened. All I could do was watch and wonder if her behavior made sense. In a way, her entire world fell apart and she’d exposed everything in all of us. She must feel alone but what did she think would happen?

How could she incense me and make me feel sorry for her at the same time?

Finally, I stepped over to her and bent down so that we were eye to eye. “Despite all the psychological torment I experienced in here, all I can think about is what else you haven’t told us.” I swallowed. “Because I have a really bad feeling that if Shetty used you like this, she would use me too.”

“No, Y/N, Indira wouldn’t do that.”

“She’s been in your head since you were a kid, Cate, it would make sense that she would go after Y/N too and you wouldn’t notice it,” Jordan pointed out.

Cate hesitated and then looked at her gloved hands. “This is all my fault.”

“You can make it right but not if you stay in here,” Marie said.

I didn’t know how much time had passed as Cate mulled over her options. All I knew was as she was deciding, my heart continued pounding in my ears as the lightning cracked above our heads. My hands shook as the cracking got louder and louder.

Then, it stopped.

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I'll be summer sun for you forever (Basil Stitt x Reader)

Warnings: Suicidal ideation

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A/N: Fluffy Basil? Definity not what anyone was expecting....

Basil is pretty sure this is a dumb idea, so far he’s called his now ex-girlfriend, and his parents, neither have responded, he plugs the phone back into the wall of his ruined apartment to make one last desperate call. His childhood Friend, the girl next door who moved across the country after high school, he’s dials the number, and it only rings once before she picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Uh I don’t know if this is a goo-”

“Basil! Oh my god I haven’t heard your voice in forever! How are you?”

“Uh, well not great, there’s some… really weird stuff going on with me.”

“Weird like the time you got your head stuck in the railing or weird like the time that guy on the history channel had you actually convinced Aliens existed?” She asks with a slight laugh.  He kinda laughed back.

“Uh…weirder than both of those.”

“Well Shit Baz…Didn’t think that was possible.” He hears her set something down, It was clear he had her undivided attention now.

“Well yeah. Um…well you remember my girlfriend? I told you about her right”

“Mhm, we actually met briefly the last time I was in town. She didn’t seem to like me much.”

“Well apparently she’s been cheating on me for like a year and some change…” he was deflecting the real problem here, the lightning, the scar, the mental breakdown. Probably good to start on the easy part right?

“That bitch! I’m so sorry Basil, that’s just not right, you’re the best guy I know, you worshiped the ground she walked on. Why the fuck would she do that?”

“I don’t know, but that’s just the beginning of my bad luck…” something about his tone of voice triggered the “Mom friend” in her

“Okay let me sit down and you’re gonna tell me everything…” he could hear her footsteps on the floor in over the phone and it’s all he can do to not start crying again.

“You’re not going to believe me when I tell you.” He says

“I don’t care, you’re going to tell me anyway.” She was always good at getting him to do what she wanted. From playing the board game she wanted to as kids to asking out the girl he liked to prom, she had a way of convincing him that he just couldn’t resist. So he gave up fighting her years ago. So he breaks down and tells her… Everything.

“All this time I didn't know you were breakin' down…” She whispers into the phone reviver. “I-I don’t know, I’m thinking of just…Ending it all. It’s really bad…I look like a monster, and I feel like I’m going more insane every day…”

“Basil…I'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren't around…” He can hear the tears in her voice. “I’m coming to see you, I’ll help you get it all figured out.”

“No. Please don’t I don’t want to be seen like this, I just want it to be over okay?”

“I don’t care how bad it is or what you look like Basil. I’m getting on the next plane to New York. I refuse to lose my best friend.” That tone of voice the one he knows he can’t argue.

“Okay…” He’s kinda glad she’s coming. But doesn’t know how to face it.

~

By the next day she’s standing in his apartment helping him clean stuff up. She had arrived on the red eye, early in the morning. She hadn’t shied away from the Scarring on his face or the how his eye had gone white. She didn’t care. She had just held him in her lap as he had cried. She had run her fingers through his hair and hummed sweet melodies.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked

“You’re my best friend Baz.”

“I haven’t been a good friend, I haven’t called in a year why on earth…”

“It doesn’t matter Basil, You’re still my friend. And I love you even at your darkest.” She tried to smile at him but he can’t look at her

“I don’t believe that.” He grumbles. She puts aside the broom she was using and carefully took his face in her hands looking him directly in the face, before softly kissing him, he’s shocked but he kisses her back, his hands, shaking, end up on her waist. Every move she makes done with determination but with a gentle quality that Basil hadn’t felt from anyone in a very long time. As they break the kiss more tears falling from his face. She wipes the tears away and softly tells him the one thing he needed to hear more than anything.

“Believe in one thing, I won't go away”'

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Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Eustass Kid Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #20. "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @swampstew

Summary: Eustass up and vanished for a whole day, and gave orders to keep you on the ship no matter what. Then he had the audacity to expect a warm welcome.

Content Notes: oral sex (reader receiving), of course he calls them mouse, vaginal sex, inappropriate use of a devil fruit >.>, cream pie, swearing, short but mighty - fluffy end

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Kid’s golden amber eyes were on you like a predator watching its prey. His head was between your thighs, and after a few teasing kisses against them, he was now buried in your cunt, eating you like a man starved.

It felt good.

It felt really good.

But you’d be damned if you were going to let him know how good it felt, or how much you missed him.

He’d been gone before you woke up, and came back so late you were truly dead to the world by the time he came to bed. The day had dragged without him around and no one on the ship seemed to know what had kept him. Only that Hip and Hop had explicit orders to keep you aboard. No exceptions.

When you’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, you’d wriggled yourself free with the intent of just being somewhere else when he woke up. Your movements, careful as they were, had been enough to wake him. After you’d refused to kiss him, and he’d refused to tell you what he was up to, you ended up here.

Kid was certain he could fix your bad attitude and had spent the last ten minutes kissing your body and stripping away your pajamas. You didn’t deny him, didn’t tell him to stop, but you refused to kiss him back until he told you what he was up to.

Damn him and his skills.

The first soft moan escapes you, and you can feel the grin on his face with his lips pressed against your pussy like they were. There was no winning for you now, and even if you didn’t want to give in, your body was done trying to protest.

Your legs trembled as he gripped your hips and twirled his pierced tongue against your clit. Your hands grabbed the sheets so roughly your knuckles were white, and a much louder moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harshly on the bundle of nerves.

You could feel the familiar hum that followed his devil fruit power, and nearly swore as a smooth, round, long, and cold metal object began to rub your slit, just below his lips. It was a gift you had given him some time ago, a perfectly smooth glob of metal that you had happened upon after a particularly fierce battle.

It reminded you of a wish stone, aside from the fact that it wasn’t a stone, but for Eustass Kid it was a perfect one. You told him about wish stones, gave it to him and just left it at that. It had been a few months before either of you had admitted your feelings.

You were delighted to know he kept it on him all that time, but you couldn’t believe what he was getting ready to do with it.

“Is… is that my g-gift?” You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to give an inch, but you were too surprised by the revelation.

Eustass only looks at you, spreading your legs wide as he teases your clit with his teeth. Your body freezes, if you buck you could hurt yourself, but the hard, almost sharp sensation of his teeth against your throbbing clit was sending lightning through you.

The brute could be terrifyingly precise when he wanted, and you’re nearly whimpering as the metal wish stone pushes into your cunt. You can’t move, you can’t twitch, all you can do is accept every single drop of pleasure. The stone’s nothing compared to Kid, but it’s vibrating as it slides back and forth inside you while he pays careful attention to your clit.

The pleasure’s building, your toes are flexing, and you’re worried you’re going to leave holes in the sheets as you try not to move.

“Kid – Kid, please. Please. I ca-can’t take it!” You cry as the pleasure seems ready to overwhelm you. You need to move, you can’t stay perfectly still when you cum, you know you can’t, and you want to squirm and scream and cry for him on top of it.

Everything stops, except for a few heavy, lazy licks from Eustass against your shivering clit.

“You miss me, mouse?” He questions evenly, bright eyes regarding you from beneath hooded lids.

You almost cry, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Gonna show me how much you missed me?” He prompts, the wish stone slipping out of you and into Kid’s hand as he changes positions, caging himself over you.

You nod as thick arms hook your legs and push them open, Eustass Kid leaning down closer to you as his heavy cock presses against your clit. You reach out as he leans down closer, letting your hands disappear into his fiery red hair, pulling yourself up to meet him and kissing him.

The press of your lips together included the push of his throbbing cock into your pussy. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you gasped from the pleasure, Kid leaning into you and diving into the kiss as he thrusts deep inside you. He took you, devouring your cries and moans with relentless and aggressive kisses as his hips slapped into your thighs.

He was so precise. So exacting. Even at his most bruising, Kid took you to the limit he intended. Limits you weren’t even originally certain you could reach. Not just behind closed doors either.

“K-Kid!” You cry, your voice muffled by the continued kisses. His lipstick is a mess on his face, it’s a mess on yours, you’re sure. How late did he get back, that he didn’t even clean it off?

“Yeah, sweetheart?” The question falls from him in a grunt as he continues to pound into you.

“F-fuck, fill me up, please!” You beg, feeling yourself melt at the glint in his eyes as the devious grin slips along his face.

“Missed you too, mouse.” He grins before leaning down and kissing you again. His tongue pushing past your lips as he commands control of both of your mouths.

Your body tenses, shivering against the immovable will that his Eustass-goddamned-Kid as the pleasure within you crests. Your cry of pleasure breaks the kiss as you’re squirming uselessly under him. His lips find your neck instead, teeth and tongue leaving their mark and urging more desperate growls of pleasure from you as you orgasm against him.

A few heavy thrusts, a satisfied grunt that sinks into your neck, you can feel his pleasure already leaking down your body. He slumps against you, head resting against your chest, as you both just enjoy the quiet afterglow for a moment.

You wonder idly if he got any sleep at all last night, and what could he possibly have been up to? What the hell happened yesterday that would leave Kid docile and spent after a single round?

It would be some hours before you would know. The velvet wrapped custom wooden box was still perfectly wrapped in Kid’s coat. From the box to its contents, he had made everything, in a single day, at someone else’s workshop, because he didn’t want you to see anything.

Not until he was ready.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 89

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,760ish

Summary: You confront Emperor Palpatine once again.

Notes: Here is it. The last chapter. Please read the end notes after you have finished this chapter. I hope you enjoy.

Ben and you found an old, large fighter ship. Despite Ben’s insistence on going straight to Exegol, you told him to chart a path to where the Resistance was. You excused yourself to the back of the ship while Ben piloted, allowing yourself time alone to meditate. You could feel a familiar presence in front of you, though you still didn’t open your eyes.

“Despite everything that I did to protect you,” Obi-Wan spoke up, “I was never going to be able to stop your destiny.” He sighed. “You are the Chosen One.”

You opened your eyes, giving him a smile small. “You did try your hardest,” you responded. “Even in death.”

“I never wished that burden upon you.”

“I know. And I appreciate everything you did to try and protect me.”

“I wish I could do more now.”

You sighed. “I can only hope that I will have enough strength to defeat Palpatine once and for all.”

Obi-Wan placed a hand on your knee. “You have the strength, you always have. Besides, my little star, I would never let you confront Palpatine alone.”

“Thank you.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment. “I can’t let Ben go to Exegol with me. He’s already been through enough.”

“Take an escape pod. I can guide you to Exegol.”

“You’re willing to help me fulfill my destiny?”

He gave you a small smile. “I really don’t have much of a choice, do I?” He stood up, taking your hands and pulling you up with him. “I love you, little star” He leaned in and kissed you briefly before disappearing.

“I love you too.” 

You looked toward the door that would lead you to Ben. You walked into the cockpit and briefly watched Ben flying. He had so much of his grandparents and parents in him. He glanced back at you, having sensed you.

“Is everything alright?” He asked.

“Everything’s fine,” you responded. You walked forward and sat down in the copilot seat beside him.

“I don’t believe you.”

You stayed quiet, studying your great-nephew as he piloted. “I know about your bond with Rey.” Ben stayed silent. “She talked to me about it for the first time a few months ago. I told her about the bond Obi-Wan and I shared… share, I guess.” You chuckled lightly. “I questioned her about something that she ended up refusing to answer.”

“What was it?”

“If she loved you… I don’t think she realized that I could sense the truth from her already. Just as I can you… You love her in turn.”

“Aunt—“

“Don’t try to argue with me, Ben Solo. You know that you’ve never won an argument with me.” You sighed, looking at the stars out of the window in front of you. “The only thing I wish I could go back and change is telling Obi-Wan about my feelings sooner.” You looked over at Ben again. “Don’t wait until it’s too late to share your feelings. I would hate to see that happen to you.” Ben stayed silent. “No matter what you’ve done, Ben, you are still worthy of love.” Standing up, you placed a hand on Ben’s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “I’ll be in the back.”

You wished you could explain to him your decision or say goodbye, but he would insist on coming with you and you couldn’t allow that. With a deep inhale, you headed for an escape pod. You got yourself situated before taking another deep breath.

“Okay, Obi,” you whispered to yourself, “show me the way and, please, buy me some time.”

~~~

The darkness that was Exegol made you sick. So sick that you thought you were going to vomit. Instead, you breathed deeply and summoned more strength from the Force. You were honestly frightened at the sight of all of those Star Destroyers hovering in the air. There was fog floating between the whips with lightning striking down occasionally. You landed your escape pod and jumped out. It surprised you that you weren’t shot down, but that only meant that you were expected.

Hearing another ship above you, you looked up and recognized Luke’s X-Wing descending to land beside your ship. Rey hopped out.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, concerned. “This is my fight.”

“Oh, Rey,” you shook your head slightly. “It’s always been mine.”

She knew what you meant. You had spoken to her briefly about the Chosen One proficiency. Rey knew that you believed this to be your destiny and she wasn’t about to let you deal with it alone. The two of you walked forward, beginning your path to the heart of Exegol together.

You walked past ruins, lightning, and tanks of failed clones of the Emperor. Then you headed to the lower level where there was more lightning and giant statues of Sith Lords. Everything inside of you was telling you to run but you couldn’t. Not when Palpatine was so close that you could feel his entire, dark being. Or what was left of it anyway.

Rey and you continued into the heart of Exegol until you stumbled across a large throne. Voices up in the stand-like walls began chatting in the language of the Sith. You and Rey turned to realize there were hundreds of hooded beings looking down on you.

“Long have I waited…” The Emperor’s rough voice broke through the chanting just before it stopped. 

You and Rey turned around to see Palpatine, a mangled and missing-parts form of his original self attached to technology to keep him upright and moving. The flashing light that the lightning briefly provided allowed you to see that his eyes were almost pure white and that his veins were black, running underneath his thin, ghostly skin.

“For my grandchild to come home,” Palpatine continued with a wicked smile. “And she brought the Chosen One with her.” You clenched your jaw. His focus went back onto Rey. “I never wanted you dead. I wanted you here… Empress Palpatine.” His arm branched out, pointing to the large throne beside him. The machine he was connected to moved forward, toward the two women. “You will take the throne.”

Gasping, clearly nervous, Rey stepped back. You stood your ground, not allowing Palpatine the upper hand. “It is your birthright to rule… here. It is in your blood. Our blood.”

Rey stepped back again as Palpatine moved forward. “I haven’t come to lead the Sith,” she said. “I have come to end them.”

“As a Jedi?”

“Yes. Just as my Masters have trained me.”

This time, you began stepping back because Palpatine continued to inch forward.

“No,” Palpatine responded. “Your hatred, your anger. You want to kill me? That is what I want. Kill me and my spirit will pass into you, as all the Sith live in me… You will be Empress… We will be one.”

“No,” you retorted sharply, placing yourself between Rey and the Emperor. 

He chuckled. “Look at you… Y/N Skywalker. The Council’s favorite. The only original member of the Jedi Order left. Do you really think you can stop Rey from killing me? I know you sense it within her, the anger, the hatred. Just like your brother… Rey will fall and you won’t be able to stop me, like all of the times before.” With a flick of his wrist, you were thrown to the side, rolling to a stop on the ground. “The time has come! With your hatred, you will take my life. And you will ascend.”

“All you want is for me to hate, but I won’t,” Rey told him, holding her strength. “Not even you.”

“Weak. Like your parents.”

“My parents were strong. They saved me from you.”

“Your Master Luke Skywalker was saved by his father. The only family you have here… is me.”

“You’re wrong,” you groaned, pushing yourself up. “She has been and the rest of the Resistance.” You moved to be beside Rey.

Palpatine cackled. He looked up, where the ceiling opened up to reveal the Resistance getting shot down by the Final Order. “They don’t have long,” he said. “No one is coming to help them. And you are the one who led them here. Strike me down. Take the throne. Reign over a new Empire… and the fleet will be yours. Only you have the power to save them. Refuse, and your new family… dies.”

Rey met your gaze. You shook your head, mouthing ‘don’t’. Suddenly, you both could feel it. Ben was here on Exegol. Rey looked away from you and nodded reluctantly at Palpatine.

“Good,” he responded proudly. The Emperor shot his hand forward and brought you to your knees using his Force lightning. You did your best to not cry out in pain. “The ritual begins!” The Emperor lifted himself up higher as his disciples started to chat again. “She will strike me down and pledge herself as a Sith. She will draw her weapon.” Rey took her lightsaber from her belt and ignited it. “She will come to me.” Rey headed toward Palpatine. “She will take her revenge. And with a stroke of her saber, the Sith are reborn! The Jedi are dead! Do it! Make the sacrifice.”

Rey held her saber up and paused. You could sense that she and Ben were connecting. Rey put her saber behind her like she was winding up to use all of her strength. You smiled when the lightsaber disappeared. Quickly, Rey ignited Leia’s saber that she had with her. You stood up and ignited both of yours as the Red Guards closed in. Rey and yourself worked together to fight them off. The two of you had finished all of them off but one. You went to strike the last one down but Ben beat you to it. You smiled proudly as he came to stand with you and Rey. The three of you got into fighting stances, facing the Emperor.

“Stand together, die together!” The Emperor exclaimed.

Palpatine threw his arms out, launching the three of you back and your lightsabers out of your hands. Palpatine then uses the Force to pull the three of you down to your knees. Force Energy leaves Ben and Rey and flies into the Emperor, startling him. The Emperor stared at his mangled hands as they began to become whole again.

“The lifeforce of your bond…” He mumbled to himself. “A dyad in the Force… A power like life itself. Unseen for generations. Even Y/N and Kenobi’s bond was no match… And now… the power of two… restores the one, true, Emperor.”

With his now strengthened Sith powers, Palpatine drained more Force Energy from Ben and Rey. Rey shrieks as Ben grits his teeth. The Emperor cackled as he gained more power.

“No,” you whispered to yourself. “No.” You closed your eyes. “Be with me. Be with me. Be with me.”

Suddenly, you felt uplifted and your head was filled with voices.

“This is it, little star. Rise and fight.” Obi-Wan.

“Sister.” Anakin.

“Y/N.” Ahsoka.

“Bring back the balance, Y/N, more than I was able to.” Anakin.

“In the night, find the light.” Master Luminara.

“You’re not alone, Y/N.” Master Windu.

“Alone, never have you been, my Padawan.” Master Yoda.

“Every Jedi who ever lived, lives in you, young one.” Master Qui-Gon.

“The Force surrounds you, sister.” Anakin.

“Let it guide you.” Obi-Wan.

“As it guided us.” Ahsoka.

“Feel the Force flowing through you.” Master Windu.

“Let it lift you.” Anakin.

“Rise, Y/N.” Master Adi.

“We stand behind you, Y/N.” Master Qui-Gon.

“Little Star.” Obi-Wan.

“Rise in the Force.” Yoda.

You put your hands behind you, ready to summon your lightsabers and strength continued to build in you.

“In the heart of a Jedi lies her strength. Rise.” Obi-Wan.

“Rise.” Master Qui-Gon.

“The Force will be with you, always.” Luke.

Your sabers hit your hands. You stood as you ignited them, standing before the Emperor.

“Let your death be the final word,” the Emperor said. “In the story of both the Rebellion and the Jedi Order.”

The Emperor stopped taking the Force Energy from the two beside you, causing them to collapse and shot his Force lightning at you. You deflected it with your sabers, grunting as you stood your ground.

“You are nothing!” Palpatine exclaimed as he got out of the harness he was in and was able to stand on his own two feet. “A fatherless girl from Tatooine who couldn’t save anyone! You are no match for the power in me! I am all the Sith!”

“And I…” you grunted, “am all the Jedi.”

You yelled out as you pushed a wave of the Force forward, causing the Emperor to stumbled back. His lightning faltered, allowing you to hurry forward and plunge one of your sabers into him. He groaned as he began shooting lightning at you again. You strained as you deflected with one saber and with the Force. The lightning reflected off the saber, hitting the Emperor. He screamed as he started to disintegrate. With one final pulse, a large wave of Force exited you. It finished off the Emperor and began to destroy the surrounding area.

You were panting heavily. Soon, your eyes rolled back and you started falling to the ground. But the only things that hit the ground were yours and Obi-Wan’s lightsabers. You were gone.

~~~

You gasped as you woke. Though, you couldn’t have possibly been sleeping as you found yourself standing in an all-white area. You looked around only to see nothing and no one. At least you were no longer on Exegol. Looking down at yourself, you realized that you were many years younger than you had remembered yourself being.

“Hello there, my little star.”

Your head snapped up as the voice sounded behind you. You spun around to see Obi-Wan standing there, smiling at you widely.

“Obi,” you breathed out.

“You did it, darling,” he said. “You did it and now you can rest.”

You stepped forward, lifting your hand up to hover beside his cheek. “Am I…”

“You’re here, sweetheart.” He placed his hand on top of yours, pushing his fingers through yours, as he guided it to rest against his cheek. You gasped, tears lining your eyes. “You’re with me.”

“Obi.” 

You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your lips captured his. Obi-Wan smiled through the kiss, having waited far too long to physically hold you again. When the two of you broke the kiss, your foreheads found each other.

“I am so proud of you, little star,” Obi-Wan said softly. You knew he meant every word of it. 

“I love you, Obi-Wan.”

“And I love you.”

~~~

Ben and Rey landed the Falcon down in the canyon on Tatooine. They gathered their needed items and walked out into the desert. They walked not too far from the canyon opening. Ben opened up an old wooden box he was carrying. Rey brought her sack around to the front of her. First, she pulled out Anakin’s old lightsaber, which was once Luke’s and even hers, and placed it in the box. The next lightsaber was Leia’s, then Obi-Wan’s, and finally yours. Rey held yours in her hand a bit longer than the others before placing it in the box. Ben closed the box up and set it on the ground. Together, they used the Force to push it down and bury it in the sand.

After a moment, Ben and Rey turned back to the canyon. They headed into it and up a long-forgotten path. At the end of the path, they found a small house. They could feel that this house was different, it was special. The two set their things inside, knowing that they needed to clean it out later, and went over to the edge of the cliff. Ben put his arm around Rey and pulled her into him as they stared at the suns that were getting ready to set.

In the distance, they saw Leia and Luke appear in Force Ghost form, watching on fondly. It didn’t take much longer before you and Obi-Wan appeared next to them. You smiled at Rey and Ben, causing them to smile back. Ben and Rey then looked at each other and shared a kiss. 

You knew that no matter what came their way, their bond would help them through it. Just as the bond in which you shared with Obi-Wan had helped you.

~~~

End Notes: I can't believe it. I can't believe that this is the last chapter. I didn't even have this series as a thought in my head a year ago; now it is one of my most popular ones. It is actually my top series on AO3, beating Out Of Time by almost 10,000 hits. All I can say is thank you. Thank you for the support and those of you who've stuck with it since the beginning. You are the real superstars.

It is so sad to see this series end. This series challenged me in ways I didn't know I could be challenged by a form of writing. I have learned and grown from it.

Don't worry, just because this series is over, doesn't mean that I will stop writing for Star Wars/Obi-Wan. I will definitely still be writing Star Wars/Obi-Wan. I even have a few one-shots already planned that go with this series. (Like Anakin reuniting with Padme, Luke, Leia, Obi-Wan, and Y/N in the afterlife.)

Thank you again for all the love and support.

May the Force be with you.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Come to Terms

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

🧁🧁🧁

Thunder cracks as lightning flashes through the windows. You try to plant your feet, soles sliding on the floor as Thor marches on unfazed. You tug on his thick fingers, his hand locked around your arm. You kick and whimper as you try to stop him.

What did he do to Darling?

You twist around and look up the stairs. You see a flicker of green from down the hallway. You hope she’s okay. You hope…

It’s all your fault. You made him angry and now he’s hurt her. Just like he did your father. You yelp and reach up to yank on his beard. He roars and scuffs to a halt, seizing your other arm as he brings you to face him.

“Stop–”

You point back the way you came and round your eyes. You flick your lashes and pull on his beard again. You haven’t looked him in the face in so long, you forgot how scary he truly is. His electric blue eyes glow with his fury. He doesn’t care that he hurt her, he is wholly consumed by his rage.

You sneer up at him, “hurt.”

His eyes fade and his grip loosens, just a little. He tilts his head down and raises a single brow, “pet?”

His voice is tremulous and hopeful. You’ve broken your vow. To yourself but not to him. You are resigning yourself to your fate.

“Stay.”

He takes a breath and lowers his gaze. His chest rises in consideration. He turns to look at the stairs and pulls his hands away. He crosses his arms.

“My brother wants me gone.”

“Me.”

“You?” He faces you again.

“Let me stay.”

“Pet,” he growls.

“Then I will go with you,” you croak, your voice aches from the effort.

He drops his arms and rolls his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to harm her.”

You stare at him. You don’t believe that. He’s shown he will hurt anyone without regret to get what he wants. Saying that won’t change the fact. He has no remorse.

“But I can stay.”

His cheek twitches. You can tell he’s thinking better of it. If he refuses, you will not make this easy. You will fight. Your eyes bore into him with that silent promise.

“Stay but not for long,” he agrees. “When I return, you will not be quiet any longer.”

You look away and nod. Those are the terms. You accept or you won’t ever be back. You might never see Darling again. You cannot survive this alone and neither can she. It’s just you and her, you knew that when you heard about the ones who ran away.

“I promise,” you declare, “I am your wife, I will obey.”

You see the relief as it uncoils from his muscles. His shoulders relax and he steps closer, bending to kiss your forehead. His hand lingers on your crown as he looks you over.

“And I am your husband, I will do better.”

The storm outside calms and he slowly lets you go. His attention is drawn to the top of the staircase and you turn to see Loki there. He stands in a green hue, a tint of blue to his skin. 

“I am going, brother,” Thor assures, “but my wife will remain to tend to yours.”

“Very well,” Loki’s voice is dark and sinister, “but you will not come back here. I will bring her to you when the time comes.”

Thor does not reply. He lays a final kiss on your cheek before he goes, the doors opening as a gust blows them inward. He departs as you stand in the cold foyer shivering. You edge to the bottom of the stairs and begin up them. Loki stands unmoving.

“She must rest. You will be of no help sitting and staring,” he girds.

You nod to show you understand. You sign an apology, forgetting yourself. He won’t know what you’re saying.

“You needn’t apologise for my brother’s cruelty. He’s ever had a dark streak to him,” he chides, “I would however trouble you to clean up his mess as I see to my wife.”

You give another silent agreement. He strides away as you watch his dark hair sway with his gait. You didn’t think he ever noticed you enough to know what you were saying, but it seems he understand much more than you ever could.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Your thoughts/response to this?

https://www.tumblr.com/andromeda3116/86439828788/what-would-you-have-done-differently-with-mai-if

*cracks knuckles*

"Mai only turned against Azula for Zuko"

Way to prove you don't know shit about the character. Like, even the line "I love Zuko more than I fear you" already shows Mai's problem with Azula isn't all about her boyfriend. It is not healthy or normal to be afraid of your friend.

And Mai HAD been rebelling against any authority figure she didn't like/respect LONG before she started dating Zuko. In "Return To Omashu" we see her being annoyed at the life her parents expect her to have, and then gladly, willingly joining Azula - but before it she said "Please say you're here to kill me." Sure, it's a joke that Azula appreciates, but still demonstrates Mai is aware that her friend is very dangerous and that while Azula is her friend, the princess is not. She also goes out of her way to ask what the hell Ty Lee is doing there since the circus was "her calling", and as a response she gets "Azula called a little louder", once again confirming to Mai that if she, for whatever reason, had decided to stay in Omashu, it would mean trouble with Azula.

We then have "The Drill" in which Mai openly refuses to obey Azula during a military mission that could mean early victory for their nation in a war that has lasted a whole century. She even said "She can shoot all the lightning she wants at me." THAT'S how little fucks Mai gives about putting herself in danger just to prove NOBODY can force her into anything she doesn't want to do.

We also have Mai side-eyeing Azula in "The Headband" when she interrupts her date with Zuko and basically orders her to leave, instead of waiting for their date to be over or just kindly say "Mai, I need to speak with Zuko in private. It's really important, can you give us a moment?" Just zero respect, which obviously bothers her. And let's not forget her yelling at all three of her friends to leave her the fuck alone in "The Beach" - the same episode in which she broke up with Zuko because he started crossing the line.

The Boiling Rock is just the inevitable pay-off to what had been set up since Mai's character was introduced to the audience. She has to pick between her dysfunctional friendship/subservient dynamic with Azula, or save the flawed but still loving boyfriend she loved and that actually corrected some of his bad behavior after their first break up. The choice is OBVIOUS. It's not "Friendship VS Romance" or "What I want VS What my boyfriend wants", it's not even "Selfish love VS Selfless love" because Mai turns on Azula BOTH for her sake and Zuko's.

On Mai not speaking out in defense of Ty Lee

You can't help someone that doesn't want to be helped. Ty Lee had tried to say no to Azula exactly once, and it led to threats of physical violence or even death. Naturally that scares her into keeping quiet - Ty Lee's seeimgly blind support and obedience to Azula was directly shown as a parallel to Mai's acts of rebellion. Once again, even in the first scene of the three of them together, when Mai demonstrates concern for Ty Lee, she basically gets a kind, cheery, bubbly "Sorry, forbidden topic! Talk about something else and pretend everything is fine!"

It's not unlike that Mai believed that, if she tried to defend her friend, all she'd accomplish is have both Azula and Ty Lee herself turn on her. It isn't until Ty Lee has to choose between the two of them in the Boiling Rock that Mai realizes there were still lines her friend would never allow Azula to cross.

"He didn't even consider taking her along when he left the Fire Nation! She could have helped a lot!"

In Zuko's own words as to Sokka as to why he left Mai behind "I couldn't drag her into this." Zuko and the Gaang were not friends, and he literally offered to be Aang's teacher and prisoner. He also knew he'd be hunted down both for his treason to the Fire Lord and because of the people he was no associating with.

He knew Mai could handle almost anything (hell, when she says to a guard that she doesn't need protection, he smiles proudly and AGREES). But that doesn't mean he'd be totally okay with asking her to throw her whole life away for him and potentially be imprisoned or killed if shit went wrong.

And once again, let's get back to the "You can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped." Mai CLEARLY didn't have a problem with imperialism and war - again, she joined Azula willingly, and both her and Ty Lee had a lot of fun being the Gaang's worst nightmare during "The Chase." She even argues with Zuko that he is not saving his country, he's betraying it.

Mai changing sides just because she trusted Zuko, even against everything she had been taught to believe her whole life, was not at all something Zuko saw coming - hell, MAI didn't see it coming - of course he did not think that she'd agree to leave him.

On Mai and Ty Lee not escaping the Boiling Rock on their own

Can't believe I have to point out that since that was the main point of that place, but THE BOILING ROCK IS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE TO ESCAPE. The Gaang were literally the first to accomplish that, barely. It's not that surreal that Mai and Ty Lee either couldn't do it, or felt they had to wait a little longer to even try since all eyes would be on them since they were the newest prisoners AND one of them was related to the Warden which could make him decide to facilitate their escape somehow.

"Zuko didn't even try to rescue her!"

He was teaching the Avatar firebending. His life-changing field trips with his new friends were not vacations, they were missions. They were VERY close to the day his father was gonna burn the Earth Kingdom down. Aang, their only hope. fucking disappeared during the big day due to spirit shenanigans beyond his control. Zuko then also had to fight his own sister in an Agni Kai and nearly died.

Needless to say, he was a little busy.

"Zuko doesn't even remember she exists when she's not around!"

Oh the irony of a ZUTARA shipper saying that. Literally the only time Zuko remembered Katara was because of water from the spiritual oasis that could have possibly brought Aang back to life - aka it had nothing to do with her as a person because, at that point, even after the Ba Sing Se thing, Zuko saw her as nothing more than another obstacle/enemy on his way to regain his honor.

Meanwhile, in "Zuko Alone", when he has not seen her for at least three whole years, he remembers the prank Azula and Ty Lee pulled on him and Mai as kids because of her crush on him. In Ember Island he is going nuts with jealousy (not healthy at all, but still, proof that he WANTS to be with her). On the day of the eclipse he leaves behind a letter explaining himself to her and even says "I'm sorry, Mai" even though there's no one around to hear him because he just never wanted to leave or hurt her. And on the first part of the Boiling Rock episode he is gushing about how much he loves her - we know they're about to be reunited, but he doesn't.

If that is indifference, I can't even imagine what love looks like.

About the letter and "Mai just taking him back after it"

Definitively not a nice way to be broken up with, but totally understanble given the context. And even with that, Mai still calls him out for it, says she's "saving the jerk who dumped me", and in the finale she brings it up AGAIN as they are reconciliating. Typical Mai stuff: forgiving and understanding, but never taking shit from anyone.

About them only seeing each other again in the finale

THAT was a plot convenience - but it does not apply solely to Maiko. Sokka goes to free his dad, but doesn't remember Suki has ALSO been taken prisoner, and then very next episode Hakoda left him and Katara for really convulted reasons and somehow they didn't go after him. Zuko also didn't think to tell Iroh he was gonna take him out of prison so they could go join the Avatar on the day of the eclipse, and didn't try to go looking for him until the last episode. There's also the random "Katara is confused about her feelings for Aang" plot that is introduced in "Ember Islands Players" and goes nowhere.

It's the typical "forced drama that can only be resolved when the writers feel it'd be epic enough" stuff. We have to take it with a grain of salt.

"Ty Lee joining the Kyoshi Warriors makes no sense, and Mai hated the Fire Nation nobility so she shouldn't have ended up with Zuko"

Ty Lee not wanting to be part of a matched set, then finding true happiness by joining a group and learning that she can still be an individual is the classic "ironic ending" Avatar likes - see Zuko and Aang becoming friends when they started out as mortal enemies. The only problem was the lack of development taking us from point A to point B, but the idea itself was fine.

As for Mai "hating" nobility... WHAT? She didn't like being told what to do, sure, but she never resented the perks that came with being in the "elite" - she and Zuko spend half of "Nightmares and Daydreams" bossing people around while making out on her couch, and she even suggested doing that again as a way to cheer him up when he was sad.

And even if she DID hate everything Fire Nation nobility USED to be about - the whole point of Zuko becoming Fire Lord is that he will change everything. How is Mai supporting him, regardless of their romantic relationship, in anyway a contradiction? It makes perfect thematic sense!

Conclusion

Zutarians, please stop talking about things you clearly don't understand to pretend your OTP is the only thing that would ever make any logical sense.

[mrs-hatake]

a dance of disdain and desire

pairing: toji x fem!reader

warning: non-con, attempted murder.

summary: Staring down at the slumbering woman, Toji takes in her features. Normally, he wouldn’t bother looking at his victims, doesn’t even care to learn their names, however, the slumbering princess has an indubitable beauty that has Toji halting in his movement.

a/n: please go easy on me my writing is very rusty and idk how to write kissing or fighting scenes ;-;

ao3

Toji’s bare feet land softly on the white fur carpet, the material tickling his toes. The thirty year old man sneers at the carpet, as if offended by its fluffiness, before cautiously lifting his right foot and moving further into the bedroom. 

There’s a lump on the bed that he knows belongs to the Star Plasma Vessel. He watches, silently, as the young woman’s chest rises and falls with every breath she takes. Once Toji is certain that the woman is submerged deep in her sleep, he slips his hand into the back of his pocket and pulls out his Bowie knife; his ideal choice of weapon for a quick and painless death. 

Staring down at the slumbering woman, Toji takes in her features. Normally, he wouldn’t bother looking at his victims, doesn’t even care to learn their names, however, the slumbering princess has an indubitable beauty that has Toji halting in his movement. 

Had the young woman been born as a normal human as obsessed to the vessel, Toji believes that she would have made a fine wife for a lucky bastard that doesn’t deserve her grace. 

Though Toji isn’t here to admire her beauty, he is here to kill and dispose.

Inching closer, Toji lifts his hand up, ready to plunge Bowie into her neck, closing his mouth tightly so as to not get blood into his mouth. 

What he isn’t anticipating, however, is the young woman’s eyes opening and jumping away from Toji’s attack. 

It happens too quickly but Toji soon finds himself planted face first on the young woman’s bed, something heavy laying on his back and a sharp knee pressing against his spine.

“You must be quite foolish if you assumed I would be sitting around, waiting to be killed.” A woman’s voice hisses disdainfully into his ear.

Toji chuckles, “I do like them fiery.” and as fast as lightning, he flips them over so that the vessel is lying beneath him, “But I’m not here to play.” 

He smirks wickedly at her, his scar appearing more prominent, and the vessel growls as she tries to knee Toji in his stomach. 

Toji expertly dodges her blow, his movements fast and fluid, showcasing just how strong he truly is. 

But the woman isn’t so quick to surrender, charging at Toji with her fists swinging. 

The two engage in a furious exchange, their bodies moving together as if they are dancing a passionate tango for the world to see. 

The vessel manages to land a punch with great force but Toji retaliates with a swift kick, knocking her down against the carpeted floor. 

The young woman’s eyes are lit ablaze with defiance, but she refuses to give up even though Toji is sitting on top of her, thick thighs trapping her own and his bowie pressing against her neck, almost drawing blood.

“Give up princess?” The wicked gleam in Toji’s forest green eyes does not frighten the young woman. Instead, it fuels her with so much rage that she headbutts the man above. 

“Gaarrh!!” 

While Toji is distracted by the pain, the vessel quickly grabs onto Toji’s wrist and twists it hard enough so that he drops the knife.

“You fucking bitch!” He growls and slams her body back onto the floor, ignoring the searing pain.

“Let me go!” The woman screams, legs kicking wildly in hopes to somehow hurt him. 

“Sorry, dollface, I was paid to kill you.”

Though Toji’s voice is sugary sweet, the murderous glint shines bright in the dimly lit room. 

The young woman doesn’t stop thrashing, even when Toji draws a thin line across her neck, watching, mesmerized, as the blood quickly follows.

Without warning, Toji’s lips come crashing down in a furious, heated kiss. A kiss that is charged with bloodlust and perversion.

The young woman’s hands press against his chest, desperately shoving him away, but Toji is stronger and holds her hands in an iron grip, stilling her movements. 

Toji presses his body against her, deepening their sloppy kiss. One of his hands engulfs the woman’s hand while the other wraps around her waist and squeezes the flesh, making the woman open her mouth in an audible gasp and Toji immediately shoves his tongue down her throat.

Lost in the kiss, Toji’s grip loosens and both his hands wrap tightly, greedily, across her waist.

The young woman leans on her elbows and pushes herself upward, deepening the kiss which makes Toji moan, appreciating the fact that the vessel is reciprocating. 

Their lips move in a tumultuous dance of desire and disdain, sending delicious shivers down their spines.

When the young woman is certain that her assassin is too engrossed in the kiss, she buries her fingers in his thick tuft of hair and yanks, but Toji does not budge an inch. 

As a last resort, she punches Toji, his back and his chest, but soon surrenders when she realizes that her efforts are futile. 

And as she is being violated by her assailant, the young woman is struck with the terrible reminder that even though she had trained hard to protect herself,  that she had spent thousands hiring strong people to shield her, she is destined to die.

Finally, the young woman sighs in defeat and succumbs to the assassin, shivering at the way Toji’s lips curl in victory. 

[cosmicpearlz]

just you and me

summary: too embarrassed to tell your boyfriend about your fears of thunderstorms seeing as it was rarely occurred until it actually happens. luckily, he’s there to help.

pairing: ajax petropolus x reader

a/n: based on a request sent in by @bellysinnerthoughts <3

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your roommate left you at the worse possible time. when you heard the crack of the thunder with the fast aggressive rain, you knew you were in trouble. ever since you were a child, you hated thunderstorms and hated being alone during them even more.

to snake boy 𓆙

babe, are you busy?

fuck that idc

i need you to come now!!!

pls

from snake boy 𓆙

lol okay

i’ll be there in a minute my love

to snake boy 𓆙

hurry!!

just as you got done texting him, all the power suddenly goes out. you quickly hide under your covers trying to ignore the sounds of the thunder and rain.

-

“baby? where are you?” there was a slightly bright light that you saw through the covers when ajax came through the door.

“under here,” you whispered back to him refusing to get out the covers. ajax sits his battery charged lamp light on your desk and walked over to your bed.

“you gonna come from under there?”

“no!” he chuckled before pulling the cover off of you and there finds you curled into a ball. he sat next to your body resting a hand on your leg.

“what’s the matter honey?” you didn’t even have a chance to reply when another crack of thunder hits making you jump into his arms immediately. ajax catches you and rubs your back while you whimpered.

“is it the storm?” you nodded into his shoulder, hugging him a bit tighter.

“angel, i need you to look at me. please.” lifting up your head, he lays both of his hands on your cheeks that were glistening with tears.

“i’m right here and not going anywhere. how come you never told me about your fear of thunderstorms?”

with a shrug of your shoulders, you looked away from your boyfriend, “i dunno. i guess i was embarrassed to tell you. i didn’t want you to make fun of something as childish as this.” ajax laughs making you remove yourself from his arms. you didn’t get far before he pulled you right back.

“no no, baby i’m not laughing at you. i’m laughing at how ridiculous that sounds! did you laugh at me when i literally tripped on air while asking you on a date?”

“no.”

“did you laugh at me when i told you i accidentally stoned myself getting ready for said date?”

“no, i would never.” he gave you a pointed look and nodded his head.

“exactly! if you won’t make fun of me for the dumb shit i do then i would never make fun of your very serious fears. don’t forget that.” you smiled up at him and kissed his cheek.

“there’s that beautiful smile. my precious baby.” it seemed as if the thunder stop for awhile but the rain continued to pour down hitting your window. you take a second to stand and stretch your limbs.

“i can’t believe you brought that dorky camping light.”

“hey! don’t talk about my lamp like that, it’s the only thing i had. plus it’s lightning up your room.” you giggled at ajax who was playfully glaring at you. he launches off the bed to grab you from behind, spinning the both of you around.

“jax! stop it.”

“do you feel better?”

“if i said yes, will you put me down and cuddle with me?”

“maybe.”

“for what it’s worth, i do feel better.” he stopped and gently let you down turning you to face him.

wordlessly, ajax presses a kiss on your hairline and guided you back to your bed. he lays down first and motions for you to get in. you throw a leg on either side of him, settling on top of him. as you laid down on his chest, he brings his arms around you and rubs your back in a soft manner.

“thanks for being here baby. i love you so much,” you leaned up a little to press a kiss to his lips. ajax captures your lips again to deepen the kiss while sliding his hand down to your ass giving it a firm squeeze. you chuckled before pulling away again.

“i will always be here for you my love. you hear me? always here. i love you more than you know.”

“i know,” you stare into his pretty brown eyes, pulling his beanie down slightly not trying to bother his snakes. with the same hand, you stroke his cheek with a bright smile.

“let’s get some sleep. the rain should pass by in the morning, luckily for us tomorrow is saturday.”

“you don’t have any plans?”

“no, i don’t think so. xavier’s in one of his moods again,” you laughed at the fact that your shared friend’s mood was always noticeable.

“maybe we can cheer him up! lord knows he probably needs it.”

“yeah maybe,” he paused and then runs a hand down your face from your eyes to your chin, “now go to sleep! i don’t want you to be cranky in the morning.” you gasped at your boyfriend looking at him with wide eyes.

“babe, i do not get cranky!”

“yes you do but it’s okay because i love you anyways,” he leans up to kiss your cheek and settled back down against your pillows.

“i love you too but that was uncalled for,” you nuzzled into his neck allowing him to continue rubbing your back.

“you’ll be fine honey. what would you do without me?”

“yeah, i would be a mess without you jax.”

“likewise sweetheart. likewise.”

[raedear]

for the kinktogber prompts, this one's very straightforward:

Edging/orgasm denial, "I told you i would hate you till forever"

'It's not personal.'

'No?'

'Of course not.'

Joe's smirk is a glimmer in the dark; sharp white teeth in the streetlight glow, distant drags of highlights through the window smearing in his eyes.

'It feels personal,' he says, low and somehow more intimate than the heat and heft of his cock in Nicky's hand.

'That's pathetic,' Nicky whispers back, twisting his wrist in the way that always makes Joe's eyelashes flutter, just to escape his stare for one single second. 'How lonely are you that you think this means anything?'

It can't mean anything. Joe made that clear a long time ago.

Joe's breath comes quicker; hot and wet against Nicky's neck as Nicky presses him hard against the wall and strokes him off. Fast, but not without finesse. Not without all the little tricks Nicky's learned to turn Joe inside out, to make him writhe, make him scream behind clenched teeth.

Joe's mouth opens on a noise Nicky wishes he doesn't know so well, the gasping trailing whine that announces his approaching orgasm like lightning before thunder, and like the psychics he doesn't believe in Nicky knows what's going to happen a second before it does.

Nicky's pager buzzes his emergency pattern against his hip just as Joe starts to truly shake, already barreling towards the edge. Joe's pressed so close to Nicky that Nicky can feel the swell of his ribs with every breath, he can certainly feel what's stolen Nicky's attention from him.

'No,' Joe gasps, eyes frantic, hands bruising where they clutch at Nicky's arms, his waist, anywhere Joe can reach to grasp and hold. 'Please—Nicky, Nicky please—'

'Sorry,' Nicky says, letting go with brutal finality and stepping out of Joe's reach. Joe's wet cock twitches in the cold air, painfully hard and so close Nicky wonders if he actually just ruined Joe's orgasm rather than refused it. 'I have to go.'

'Nicky, for fuck's sake—'

Nicky shrugs, ever unrepentant, and avoids Joe's furious eyes as he pulls himself together.

'Just add it to your list,' Nicky says as he pulls his coat back on.

'What list,' Joe snaps. He's squeezing the base of his cock like he can't decide whether to stop or just carry on by himself.

'All your reasons to hate me,' Nicky says, easier than he feels. 'I wouldn't want you to run out.'

He's gone before Joe can reply, already pulling his phone out to answer the page and pulling the occupied sign off the on call room door as he goes.

[monsoon-of-art]

Donut Hole

Chapter 9 - It's Raining Somewhere Else

"An umbrella...? But it's not raining. Ha, ha...You know, that does make me feel a little better about this. Thank you. Please forget about me."

[I'm gonna start posting fics here alongside my ao3! If you prefer one or the other, let me know!] [ao3 Link!]

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Ingo paused his breakfast as Melli approached his tent. “Ah, good morning. I have just finished preparing miso soup and fried eggs, if you are interested. But I urge you to be quick. Gliscor has been eyeballing the eggs-”

“I take it then, you haven’t heard the news?” Melli sneered.

A little taken aback, Ingo lowered his bowl and replied, “...surely if I had, I would’ve mentioned it? What happened?”

“There was a landslide! At our settlement! Half of the homes there are buried in rubble!” He gestured down the mountain with both hands, clearly worked up about the matter.

Ingo blinked at him. “But there has been no rain. How could it have-”

“IT WAS THAT BRAT RUNNING AROUND!” Melli practically snarled. “That little bastard child woke the Alpha Onix and caused a LANDSLIDE!”

Taking a moment to process this information, Ingo asked, “The…the same child that attacked Arezu? And robbed Iscan? You are saying this one child caused a landslide?”

“The very same!” Melli leaned in close, as if telling a secret. “And I think he did it intentionally.”

“Intentionally.” Ingo echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You believe this boy intentionally angered the Alpha Onix to cause a Landslide for…what purpose? Purely for spite?”

Melli sat beside him, taking his full bowl of miso soup to eat. “I have a theory, although it's more than likely to be fact.”

“Please, have some soup, it’d be an honor.” Ingo deadpanned. Melli ignored him.

“I’ve heard stories, see, of babies being abandoned in the wild.” he said between slurps of soup - he refused to be quiet even when eating it seemed. “And instead of the native pokemon devouring their tender, infant flesh, they instead adopt the baby as their own!”

Ingo nodded. “Yes, I’ve heard of these stories as well. Feral children, I believe the term is. Raised by mankeys, mightyenas, ursarings, gogoats, kalosians-”

“What was that last one?”

“Disregard it. You believe the boy is a feral child? I was told he spoke to Palina, how would he have learned to speak?”

Melli waved this off. “Chatots learn how to speak all the time. Parroting and echoing. He has a kirlia, you know. I’ve heard that those kind of pokemon can mimic speech.”

Still unconvinced, Ingo asked, “Where is this track headed, exactly? If this child is truly feral, as you say, shouldn’t we try to reach out and help the boy?”

Melli finished the bowl of soup, setting it down and picking up the plate of eggs next. “Here is what’s going on. This boy was abandoned in the wild and raised by gardevoirs and gallades and kirlias. He calls himself Berry - not even a real name, by the way-”

“Barry is a real name?”

“Berry? Like a fruit? That’s not a name.”

Ingo went to answer, then paused. “...I must have misheard. I have never met someone named Berry before. That is strange.”

“ANYWAY, before you so RUDELY interrupted; The brat’s raised by gardevoirs, see. And he’s finally old enough to go on his own, and he sees the illustrious light of my clan! And he sees how almighty Sinnoh shines down upon us so, and he is cursed with envy!”

“You are delving into science fiction.”

“Envious enough to STRIKE AT US!” Melli finished his loud ramblings, shoveling the rest of the eggs into his mouth once he did. “These are overcooked. Don’t cook them for so long next time.”

Ingo fought not to roll his eyes. “...I will…take it into consideration.”

Off deep in the mountains, electricity crackled and boomed, visible even during the brightness of the morning sun.

“Your Lord seems…off.” Ingo said, slowly standing. “I would be more concerned about that than some feral child. Their lightning seems…abnormal.”

Melli stood, gasping in offense, “The state of MY great Lord is none of your concern, Warden of the Pearl Clan! You keep your nose out of my business!”

“Just as well.” Ingo adjusted the brim of his cap to block the sun. “I will see about dealing with this ‘feral child’, then. I already have a plan formulating, and if the tracks are clear, I doubt he will be a problem.”

“Oh, let me guess. You’re going to challenge him to a battle.” the other Warden snarked. “I’m sure he’ll love that, your merciless gliscor tearing his pokemon-family to shreds.”

“You always put gliscor in a bad light.” Ingo said with a shake of his head. “You are only half right. I have every intention of challenging the boy, but I have no intention of winning.”

---

Barry released the murkrow from its ball, making sure that his pokemon were safely behind him. He had never trained murkrow before, but they were a bit of a pest problem back home, so he had some knowledge.

This murkrow was big. Really big. Twice as big as the murkrows back home - no doubt one of the ‘giant’ pokemon that plagued these lands. The toxicroak, the ursaring, the drapion, the onix, and now this murkrow.

Barry stared at the murkrow. The murkrow stared back. The red eyes that these giant pokemon had were still there, but less intense. It chirped at him, head tilted in a curious manner.

Slowly, Barry waggled a finger at the large bird. “That was very naughty.” he scolded. “Trying to eat my friend like that. Very naughty.”

The murkrow watched his finger like a purrloin watched a toy. Barry was quick to stop waggling his finger, not wanting to lose it. “My name is Barry. Barry. And I want to be friends.”

His pokemon chittered nervously behind him. Fern tugged on his jacket, as if trying to change his mind.

Barry carefully moved his hand closer, gently brushing against the bird’s feathery cheek. There was…something about the color that intrigued him so.

That intrigue quickly vanished when the bird bit him. He yelped, yanking his hand back as Jen and Fern puffed up to defend their trainer.

The murkrow crackled before flying off. Despite nursing his hand, Barry knew it couldn’t fly far, not while still connected to the pokeball.

And just as suspected, the murkrow flew a bit, but settled on a nearby tree. Fern gave Barry a concerned look, but the boy reached down to gather the few feathers that it had left behind, tucking them behind his ear.

He had a mountain to climb.

Barry began walking, Jen and Fern flanking his side, the murkrow circling behind them like a vulture. It was definitely setting his pokemon on edge, and Barry tried to remain calm to comfort them.

He would befriend this murkrow. Afterall, they were going to be spending a lot of time on this mountain.

Climbing the rocky foothills were exhausting. Jen had grown tired, so Barry had taken to carrying the little piplup in his arms. Fern could float, so Barry wasn’t worried about it.

The newest member of their little group, though.

Out of the corners of his eyes, he could see it struggling to keep aloft. It would fly, land, pause for a minute, then sluggishly took flight once more.

Barry waited, watching carefully for the murkrow to land. Once it did, he scooped up under it, tucking the dark bird under his arm like a parcel. “Here, I’ll carry you!”

The murkrow squawked, flapping its wings as it settled into being carried. “We’re a team now, buddy. That means we look out for one another - me especially! It’s my job to make sure you’re OK. And right now, you’re tired! So I’ll carry you.”

From his other arm, the piplup peeped in agreement. The other bird seemed puzzled by this, but finally tucked away its wings to get more comfortable.

Barry really needed to name this murkrow, now that he had two birds. “What about…Edgar?...no, no, I don’t like that one.”

Besides him, Fern chittered. “Nah, I don’t like that name either. I’ll come up with somethin’.”

Around noon, the little group stopped for lunch, taking shelter under a small tree to hide from the unforgiving sun. Barry glanced up at the mountains looming above them, and stifled a nervous groan - mountains were so much taller than he remembered…

And the swirling vortex in the sky did little to quell his fears. It was so much bigger now, threatening to swallow the mountains whole.

‘Lunch preparations’ was really just cutting a plethora of berries to more evenly divide amongst the group. Pecha, oran, sitrus, and whatever other berries they could find. Then, he would set them on neat little piles on wide, flat leaves in lieu of dinner plates and bowls.

He set them down in front of his pokemon, before picking up a leaf-plate and approaching the tree where his new murkrow-friend had perched. “Here you are, buddy. It’s lunch! No burmies on the menu!”

Setting the leaf down, Barry gave the murkrow a wide berth to comfortably eat. “I think…I’ll call you…” he frowned. “Lucas told me that murkows have a gender difference, but I don’t remember what it is…guess it’s a mystery.”

He blinked at that. “...huh, I kinda like that. It has a nice ring to it…Mystery the Murkrow.”

The now-named Mystery quickly finished the leaf of berries, much faster than Barry expected. “Oh, uh. Right. You’re a lot bigger than the others…”

He returned to the others, grabbing the leaf-plate meant for him. “Here, Mystery. You can have my lunch! In the future, I’ll make sure to grab enough for all of us!”

Mystery stared at the boy, then looked down at the second leaf-plate, then back to the boy. “Yeah! That’s for you, bud! It’s OK!” Barry insisted.

The bird seemed to hesitate for only a moment before digging into the second plate.

Preoccupied with its meal, Barry was finally able to stroke the bird’s feathers without getting bit. Absent-mindedly, he picked out the dirt and gunk between the feathers, seeing as how this would be a prime opportunity to do so. A clean pokemon was a healthy pokemon.

“...the color. Definitely the color…she had this hair color…” he muttered under his breath, his fingers twirling around the longer feathers.

Once Mystery had finished eating, it snapped its beak at Barry’s hands, beating its wings in a clear display of ‘leave me alone’. He raised his hands and backed away, “OK, OK, I can take a hint, sheesh. Just cleaning you up some.”

Mystery fluttered back to the tree branches, keeping a careful eye on the boy.

The little group stayed and rested for a bit longer, and when the harsh sun vanished behind some clouds, they continued.

Mystery the Murkrow was flying closer now, even occasionally landing nearby and hopping alongside him. He didn’t bring much attention to it, as to not frighten the bird or sour the budding relationship.

They climbed until the sun began to set, and by that point Barry was truly and utterly exhausted. Climbing was tiring as it was, and skipping a meal did not help. “I think we’re gonna turn in early, guys. Let’s look for a place to set up camp!”

They settled on a small nook in a large tree. Pulling Pest out of his coat, the little bug quickly got to work on making it more comfortable.

Barry kept a close eye on Mystery during the process, turning to ask, “We’re going to hit the sack soon, what do you wanna do, buddy?”

Mystery tilted its head, clicking its beak at the boy. “Jen and Pest sleep with me, and Fern keeps watch!” he explained. “You can do whatever, though. If you’re more comfortable in the trees, I won’t fault ya! Not for me, though. No more sleeping in trees for me, thanks.”

Once Pest had finished silking up the hollow with a satisfied chirp, settling into the silken webbing, already getting comfortable. Jen was next, hopping up and wiggling inside. Barry nodded, hanging his bag on a nearby branch. “Fern, you don’t mind keeping watch?”

Fern chirped to confirm, carefully fixing its ‘skirt’ to sit comfortable just next to the tree.

“Alright! Goodnight everyone!” Barry said, patting Fern on the head and crawling into the nook himself. It was a bit of a squeeze with a piplup and burmy, but cozy.

Finally, hesitantly, Mystery hopped up and shuffled inside. Its talons were sharp, but Barry was too ecstatic to complain. The murkrow carefully nestled on the boy’s chest, tucking its head under its wing.

“You’re still not allowed to eat Pest.” Barry whispered, stroking Mystery’s back. “But you’re totally allowed to cuddle. Goodnight buddy!”

Pulling all his pokemon into a hug, he could feel himself drift into sleep.

---

“You wanted to see me, Cynthia?” 

The former champion nodded, gesturing to the chair opposite her. “...Barry. We need to talk.”

He shook his head. “I’d rather stand, actually. C’mon, Cynthia! I’m busy! I’m going to double check the Eterna Forest! Time’s wasting! Don’t make me fine you!”

Cynthia inhaled slowly, then let out a heavy sigh. “Please. Sit.”

Barry knew better than to argue with the former champion, especially with that tone. He pulled out the chair and sat down without a word, fingers drumming on the wood of the table. “...is this good news?”

She struggled to look him in the eyes. Attempting to open her mouth to speak, no words left her lips. Eventually, she stopped trying, eyes firmly fixed on the table.

A clock ticked somewhere in the house.

His leg bounced under the table, he knew that she hated it when he did that, but he really couldn’t stop himself at this point. Barry could feel a lump forming in his throat. “Is it…news? Any news?”

“Barry.” she leaned forward, placing her hand on his own and giving it a gentle, but firm squeeze. Her other hand rested on a small, leather-bound book. “I…don’t think she’s coming back.”

"You're wrong." He croaked, barely comprehending her words.

"Barry." Cynthia said with a bit more force in her tone. "It's been several months, the police have yet to find a single lead. Her room was untouched. Her PokeBalls were in the exact same place as the night before."

"Exactly! It's strange!" Barry tried to stand, despite her hand on his own. "People do not just, just, vanish! They do not disappear! They don't go to bed at night and are gone by morning!"

"They shouldn't disappear. But they do regardless. Please, sit down."

"No! No! You're wrong! You're wrong! She's not gone! She can't be GONE!" It was almost hard to speak with the lump in his throat; his voice crackling with emotions, his eyes welling with tears. Barry wanted to get up, to leave, to run, to run, to run-

But Cynthia kept him right there, with the weight of everything that had happened on his hand as she held it.

Somehow, she kept her voice level. "This world is…mysterious. And it is wonderful. And it is cruel. It can be all of these things, Barry. We still don't know all of the mysteries of this world. The how and why she vanished…it may be a mystery I will never solve. It would take a miracle."

That damned clock kept ticking.

Finally, Cynthia looked him in the eyes. "But I want you to look at me and know this. She's gone. She's not coming back."

"YOU'RE WRONG!" The boy exploded, finally yanking his hand away and stumbling backwards. He knocked the chair to the floor with a loud clatter, almost tripping over it in his desperate attempt to run.

Barry stormed out without another word.

She waited a moment, then Cynthia placed her head in her hands. She hoped that would've gone better. But at the same time, Barry was the second-most impulsive person she's ever met.

She got up, fixing the chair he had knocked over in his outburst. Then, she returned to the table, reaching for the small book.

Flipping to a dog-eared page, Cynthia sighed. Her fingers carefully brushed the pages, the words painting a rather mundane picture of the daily life within Jubilife Town.

That was until a girl fell from the sky.

[astheskycries]

Through the Storm

When Frank’s fears take over, he pushes a bit too far with the woman he loves.

To my dear @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​, I hope you enjoy our Frank boy today. It’s been a while since I’ve written, so I hope you enjoy!

"You're leaving?" He doesn't turn around, still fixing his boat. "Yes." "Because you're going to court." I shake my head, unable to believe it. "Couples are supposed to support each other." "You haven't met them." He stops, turning so he can see me. "I can't let them hurt you."

"Don't worry." I swallow thickly, refusing to cry in front of him. "You already did." I turn and speed walk off the dock, hearing Frank calling for me before cursing. I don't turn around. *** "(Y/N)," Frank breathes, jogging to catch up to me. "Frank," I don't stop, not even looking at him as I head home. "Please," He asks softly, catching my arm, but I shake him off. "I just want to talk." "Talk to someone else," My eyes sting, and I try to speed up, not wanting him to see. "Congratulations on getting Mary back." Frank finally stops, but I feel his eyes boring into me as I practically run home. *** The thunder is so loud, lightning making my lights flicker and leaving me trembling, wrapped in my blanket. Frank used to comfort me, holding me close and keeping me distracted with his beautiful words, but now I'm alone. Lightning and thunder go off at the same time, making me scream in panic, and suddenly my door opens, a soaked Frank staring intensely with concern, the key to my house I gave him in his hand. "What are you doing here?" I whisper shakily, hugging my blanket closer. "I know you hate storms." He locks the door and pads closer. "Are you ok?" I nod, about to get him to leave, but the thunder crashes again, making me flinch and dart right into Frank's waiting arms. "You shouldn't be here," I whisper in his chest. "I'm not leaving you." He says firmly. "I'm not losing you again." "Maybe you missed your chance," I snap, shoving away and glaring at him. "Maybe I'm done with you." He shakes his head, eyes burning as they remain on mine. "You aren't done." "Fuck you!" I hiss, moving to grab my things, but he snags my arms and pushes me against the wall, surprisingly gentle despite the anger in his eyes. "I'm not losing you too." He repeats firmly, and I see the anger break for a split second. There's a man who just regained the daughter he gave up. A terrified man, who just wants to be there for her and who wants me back. It's too easy to fall for it, but... "You left," I whisper, testing his grip. "I made a mistake." "You left!" I snap, shoving at him, and he leans in and kisses me deeply, burning and wanting as I gasp, unable to resist melting against him. He moans, deepening the kiss, and I gasp as his cold fingers slip up the hem of my shirt, teasing my breasts where I didn't wear I bra. I moan, nipples hardening for him, and he moves to nip and lick my neck, warm against the chill from where his clothes froze me. "I can't," I gently push him back, already wanting but terrified. "I can't do this." "I love you." I stare in shock, but I see in his eyes that he means it as he stares back. "I'm so sorry I never said it earlier. I love you and I can't- I can't lose you." I swallow, and then I move, tugging him down and kissing him heatedly as he moans, tugging his shirt off and nibbling his nipple before he pries me back, quickly stripping me of my shirt and falling to his knees as he yanks my pants and panties down in one sweep, instantly lapping me and teasing my clit with his hot tongue. I moan, gripping his hair as he widens my stance a bit, pumping me with his fingers and crooking his fingers on that spot he knows well, making me cry out and tug his hair more as I moan loudly. "Frank!" He quickly brings me to release before scooping me and lying me back, stripping us both before grabbing a condom and lining up, instantly filling me before slamming in, us both needing the release. We moan, quickly cumming together as he rubs my clit, and he stays buried deep inside me as we gasp and cling to each other. He catches his breath, meeting my eyes and whispering, "I love you." He lies down, still in me as he holds himself above me with his arms, and I hum, glad his body isn't cold. He kisses me again, this time savoring it as if I'm something precious, and I run my hands through his hair, scratching the way he likes. He moans as he continues to explore, pulling out so he can kiss every inch of my waiting body, ignoring my heat until he's explored everything- what makes me giggle and twitch, what makes me melt, what makes me moan- and then makes love to my core tenderly. I gasp and cum for him, opening my arms for him, and he climbs up to gently enter me again, taking his time to make love to me for the first time before we both finish. He rolls off and tugs me to his chest, rubbing my back. "I'm so sorry. I never should have left you." I swallow, burying closer. "I love you," I whisper. "I always have. And I'm going to always be here, even if it takes me a bit to get over being hurt." He tilts my chin up, studying me carefully. "Do you need more time?" I see the concern, the worry he pushed me. I smile. "No. I'm exactly where I belong."

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[warpedlegacywrites]

Happy Friday! For some Theresa/Cullen Battle Couple Fluff, "Night Out"? (Maybe how they wind down after getting jumped in hightown on a date night?)

Happy @dadrunkwriting! I had a fair bit of fun with this prompt. I would have liked to include more of the alley fight itself, but my brain can't wrap itself around combat writing tonight lol.

Theresa rests her hand on her hip and huffs at an errant curl that falls across her eyes, surveying the damage. “All things considered,” she says, “it actually turned out to be quite a nice night.”  Cullen stares at her, somewhat incredulous. Though he shouldn’t be surprised. After six years, he should really see things like this coming. Even so, he feels compelled to once again be the voice of reason, futile though it is.  “Our first night out without Ellie in months had to start late because Rosie forgot she was watching her, our favorite tavern is closed thanks to a petty feud with a rival barkeep, I’m pretty sure the meat we were served at the pub we did end up eating at was raw, and on top of that, we get mugged on our way home.” He gestures down at the several unconscious figures splayed across the alley before the two of them.  “Well, they certainly tried.” Theresa’s mouth tilts with a smug smirk, eyes alight with adrenaline in the moonlight. “And I’ve already told you – that meat wasn’t raw, it was medium-rare. It’s how it’s supposed to be cooked.” 

One of the figures stirs, and lets out a pained groan, probably deeply regretting his return to consciousness. A broken nose will make someone regret a lot of things. 

“I refuse to believe that we’re supposed to give ourselves food poisoning for the sake of flavor.” Cullen steps up to the would-be mugger, tilting his face up to him using the toe of his boot. He waits until the man’s eyes slowly blink open before he speaks down to him. “I take it you and your companions have learned your lesson?” 

The poor sod tries to nod, but his chin is trapped by Cullen’s boot. Cullen releases him and lets him gather his compatriots while he goes to stand next to Tess. 

“Must you always point out only the negative?” she asks with a musical tone, smirk still firmly in place. 

“Oh, please do point out what positive might be gleaned from tonight’s disaster?” 

Anyone else might assume her to be completely nonchalant about the bruised glares pointed her way. Cullen knows it for a mask – behind that careless air, there’s a glint of calculation in her eyes, and the glint of steel about her flashing teeth. She’s watching them all quite carefully. When they launch their secondary attack, foolishly presuming her guard down, they don’t even notice the rising scent of ozone in the alley, or the spark of electricity in her palm. 

Not that it would have done them much good if they had – there’s nowhere to dodge her chain lightning in this narrow space. Cullen manages to flatten his hands over his ears to block out the worst of the deafening strike, but it’s a near thing. The muggers, having finally learned their lesson, turn tail and run – those who can. The rest are dragged or carried out between them. 

“We got to work out our aggression,” she answers, making a show of blowing at the tendrils of smoke arising from her fingers. Cullen watches her mouth as she does, the soft petals of her lips perked into a rounded shape designed to tantalize him. “And we still got to have a night out, just the two of us.” 

She looks up, catching him watching her, blinking in surprise. Another mask – he doesn’t believe for a moment she wasn’t doing that deliberately and solely for his benefit. 

“In fact,” she continues, her voice dropping to a register that never fails to stir that primal response in his core. “The night doesn’t have to end here.” 

Cullen’s heart jumps within his breast at the thought of taking her right here, right now, in this filthy and now blood-stained alley. However, common decency maintains its hold on him, and he forms a much better plan. 

“I know a place not far from here that will rent us a room by the hour,” he says, holding up a finger at her arched eyebrow. “But you have to promise not to ask how I know.” 

“Well, now I want to ask even more.” 

He chuckles and rubs at his neck. He walked right into that one. “It’s not what you’re thinking,” he says, somewhat sheepishly. “There’s an inn I used to frequent, but it’s because I would always play chess with the old barkeep when business was slow.” 

“That’s very sweet of you – though I’m not sure why you’d be embarrassed about it?” 

“Well… it’s not the sort of place you’d expect to see anyone young enough to still be working,” he admits reluctantly. “I didn’t exactly have many options for companionship among the other templars, and that old biddy was just about the only person who could beat me at the game as often as Mia… until you, that is.” 

Theresa’s eyes glisten with fondness as she cups his face. “I’d love to meet her.” 

“Let’s hope you don’t,” he laughs. “If she’s the one working the bar, we’ll never make it up to the room! She’ll insist on a match then and there.”

[godsofhumanity]

Could you please write one Zeus & Hera hc🥺❤please please

haha i wanted to make a joke and give you exactly ONE hc i have for them.. but luckily for you, i started making a big hc list yesterday so you’ll get a full set hee hee 💕

this is a continuation from Part I yesterday, which you can read here. aight. let’s do this!

so, from Hera’s side of things, i think she is a very emotional, sentimental being. i think she values commitment, and loyalty, and she actually doesn’t care about superficial gifts like jewellery and things. a simple picnic outside where all the food is handmade, etc. would mean more to her than a 24 ct necklace. (that’s not to say that she doesn’t like getting those things of course- i think after becoming Queen, these things become an indulgence that she appreciates very much, but still not as much as those other actions)

now, one thing i need to mention here is that i don’t think that every god had their domain at this point. i think Zeus, Hades and Poseidon, and Hestia had theirs outlined.. but i don’t think Hera or Demeter did- it was too early. i hc that the “domain chooses the god” not the other way around, though more often than not, it appears that gods have a distinct affinity for certain things like fighting (e.g. Ares, Zeus) , or growing things in barren soil (e.g. Demeter) or perhaps they are able to physically interact with shades (e.g. Hades, Thanatos, later Persephone). but i think with something like “marriage and family”- that’s not really tangible so it’s difficult for that domain to be identified. that’s why i think Hera hadn’t been “assigned” a domain just yet. i also think that Zeus, as King, is the one who “officiates” a god with their domain and blesses them- so like, you don’t really get officially associated unless Zeus approves and gives you that title.

back to Zeus x Hera— i think Hera likes effort. so when Zeus is relentlessly going after her, complimenting her, making her gifts (i think he starts with materialistic things, but slowly starts making things from the heart hee hee like crafting images in the sky with clouds or twisting lightning into spectacular sights) and making a genuine attempt to let her know that he really does love her for real, it catches on to Hera. he grows on her. she starts thinking about him more often than she’d like to.. she can’t help it.

Hera’s apprehension is understandable. even at this point, everyone knows Zeus has a penchant for pretty girls, and most of his relationships are a few weeks at most. and Hera refuses to be just another notch in his belt- she has too much pride for that.

but here’s the thing- i think most of Zeus’ “lovers” are intentional. i mean that he purposefully went out to find these goddesses and have kids with them because Zeus is very in-tune with Fate and knows that as King he needs to bring in strong, wise, role-model gods and goddesses to lead the other gods and eventually mortals.

i don’t think it would be fair to say that that’s Zeus ONLY motivation,, but i do think it’s a large one and i do hc that Hera knows this. Zeus is many things but i don’t consider him to be a liar.

so i do think Hera would have known 100% that Zeus would cheat on her but i think she just loves him so much, she believes she’ll be strong enough to handle it.

Zeus on the other hand, i think does a 180- he loved Hera so much, wanted her to be his wife, but after realising the pain he’ll cause her (no way Hera is going to be single handedly producing every god and goddess thereafter lmfao), decides that he loves her too much and doesn’t want to be the one who causes her that pain. so he refuses to ask her to marry him.

but like i said, i think Hera loves him far too much to let go, and she begs him to be “selfish” and ask her anyways. and Zeus, weak, does. so i think that’s how they got married.

now, Hera’s sacrifice for Zeus is enormous. unquantifiable. she’s gonna be the rock who’s there for him through highs and lows and twists and turns. always. and so Zeus gives Hera the domain of marriage and family because who else embodies commitment and loyalty in the most difficult times more than she?

Zeus x Hera isn’t without it’s fair share of fights and turmoils, obviously. neither Hera nor Zeus is perfect, but i think there’s a reason that they last as long as they do even with all of that- and that’s because in their heart of hearts, i do think they love each other.

fin.