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triplesilverstar · 10 months

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Sometimes you just need a monkey wrench

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Body dysmorphia, Pre-Canon, Illnesses, Major Illness, Major Character Injury, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Experimentation, Medical Examination, Dreams and Nightmares, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Heavy Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Fever, Running Away, Communication Failure, Soft Vash the Stampede, Mild Smut, Not Beta Read, Heartbreaking, Imprisonment, Dark Past, Murder, Cartoon Physics, Vashs' Coat as a blanket, Needles, Nightmares

Word count: Roughly 3K

A/N: Chapter two of Even sand can't hide all the skeletons in your closet. This one shows a bit of the past for Snipes.

Hours later Vash is still sitting on the floor with you still held in his arms, rubbing what he hopes is soothing circles into your flushed skin. It’s not ideal but he didn’t think it would be a good idea if you woke up again and tried to fight to get away from the bed and injure yourself further.

Brad had walked in after the little scuffle and rolled his eyes at the sight of Vash on the floor with the woman in his arms, soft words exchanged with Ludia before he was looking at the pair sprawled across the cold tiles with a look of distrust. Well. Just one of the pair.

“Just hope you don’t have another freak out after you wake up and see the IV in your arm” Vash is whispering into your hair, hands pausing their path along your arms. “I need you to get better, Mayfly, I don’t like seeing you in so much pain.”

The only answer he receives is just another whimper, but color is slowly returning to your face. A parting of your lips tongue pale. “I’m bad at physics” tumbling out, mumbled and slurred making him chuckle sadly patting your disheveled hair.

“Vash?” Looking up to see Luida looking at the two of you. Once his gaze is fixed on one of his oldest friends, she starts. “Some of the tests are done. It is a type of common flu.”

“Shouldn’t she be over it by now if that’s the case?” Eyebrows furrowing. There’s no way you’ve been this sick because of the flu, there was a reason it was called common. “Normally yes. Some of the tests provided the answer.” Lowering herself to her knees so she’s at eye level with Vash. “Vash. Her immune system is severely compromised, she has almost no white blood cells.” At his blank stare she sighed “Vash, it means her body has a hard time fighting against any kind of infection. I hate to say it, but without more information about what was done to her I’m not sure we can help her. We might do more damage.”

Vash frowned, resuming the movement of one of his hands letting his fingers run through your sweat soaked locks. Contemplating his options and biting his lip, because how much of a breach of your trust would it be to get that tube from your bag that held the paper you’d let him read? He hadn’t understood a lot of it, but it might provide the information Luida needs to help you recover. Another shiver of your body and Vash nods his head, decision made. “I need to get to her bag.”

Adjusting your body, so you’re no longer pressed against his and a soft whimper of his name has him pausing. Surprising Luida as Vash removes his coat to wrap around your frame, carefully bundling you in as much of it as he can and still leaving access to your arm. A sweep of his hand along your cheek and he’s standing. Heading for the door “I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

Long legs quickly lead him back to where he’d left the tomas, both of your bags still attached to the saddle. Grabbing both and pausing “please don’t hold this against me Mayfly.” Squeezing his eyes shut before hurrying back to the infirmary, the first thing he does upon entering the door is look to where he left you, ensuring you were still where he had left you. With your hands balled tight, making your grip seem even paler against the vivid crimson caused a sad smile to break out on his face. Sick, and your response in your delirious state is to reach for him, reminding him of the two days in that town that he held your hand. A phantom grip he wished he could feel right at that moment.

“Vash?” Luida calling his name breaks him from his trance, nodding to her and placing both of your bags on the ground before opening yours and starting to dig through it. Finding the cylinder at the bottom, inside a hidden pocket. It feels like a knife plunging into his heart at this invasion of something you go through such lengths to hide.

“She has some papers, a report, at least I think, in here that mentions what was done to her. I read it before, but I didn’t understand a lot of it.” Looking over the locked device trying to figure out how to open it, turning as Brad appeared in the doorway. Watching Vash struggle with the cylinder for a moment, before snatching it from him.

“It needs a six digit code. Got any guesses?” Vash just shakes his head, unaware of any kind of number that would hold any significance to his lady. A stark realization he doesn’t even know when your birthday is. “I could crack it open, but I don’t think she’d be a fan of that.” At that moment your body spasms, shaking the lines of the IV and you let out a shuddering grasp, the heart rate monitor spiking. Biting at his lip once more causing the tissue to swell, Vash turns to Brad and nods.

“At this point, we don’t have much choice. I’ll take the blame when she’s better.” Because Vash won’t voice it, but he can’t even think of the alternative he needs you to recover. In such a short time you’ve become so much more than just his traveling companion and lover, and he’s doubting if he’s told you any of it. How you hold more pieces of him then he thought he had left to give. A shrug of his shoulders, and Brad is taking out his monkey wrench, locking it along one of the seams and making it crack under the pressure.

“Can’t use it again, so it better have what we need brat.” Tossing the cracked top to the side and handing the tube back to Vash.

It feels he’s holding the world in his hands as he gingerly accepts it back, the notion of what that means settling heavy on his already scarred heart. “It should” tilting the cylinder waiting for the paper to slide out, only for a small micro chip to tumble out first and land on one of the panels connected to the computer network. A pause, and suddenly the voice of the onboard system advising of a download in progress.

Leaving them with no chance to respond, files started popping up along the screen, data files.

All about you.

A flurry of files flashing on screen, news articles, photos, text document, and fly by as a preview loading the documents as they transfer. Stopping as the final file loads, an image that leaves Vash reeling, his heart breaking, tears burning into his eyes while his chest heaves. A photo of you, clearly held in chains inside a prison with the caption above the image, a news article so similar and so different from the printed ones of Noman’s land.

“Scourge of Icarus system caught after council assassination in broad daylight.” Vash knew from your nightmares you had things you regretted, some of the things you’d told him you’d done.

But that image.

You were looking right in the camera when the shot had been taken. There was zero remorse in your eyes, you had no regrets for what you had done, no flicker of anything he had come to cherish. No spark, no sense of wonder he was used to when you looked at the stars. No. You looked for all the world, like you had nothing left to live for, ready to die.

The image is gone as Luida starts tapping away at the keyboard, breaking Vash from his brief sense of foreboding, loading a file and opening it up full of medical jargon and what looks like chemical formulas. “This should provide me with all the information I need to see if I can come up with an answer.” As Vash turns away from the screen to face Luida, he can see the look on her face, a look of one choosing to tuck the information they had all read away. More focused on trying to help get you on the mend then judge you for past actions.

Brad however. “Shouldn’t we be tying her up instead of letting her sleep on the floor?” Voice flat as he stares at you, watching as you shiver in the fabric of Vashs’ coat, making your frame seem somehow even smaller than before. That single action made Brad sigh, running a hand through his graying locks. “You gonna vouch for her brat?”

It takes a second for it to click in Vash’s brain, even Brad is willing to put what he saw aside. “Yea. She’s…” licking his lips before setting his gaze on your shaking form once more, the shock still flooding his system. “She’s not like that anymore.” Another nod and Brad is turning, getting ready to leave before he pauses.

“Since the two of you are probably gonna be here for a while, got any clothes you want to get cleaned?” An offer of an out, to try and handle what turmoil he’s currently in, a reminder that Brad and Luide know him better then he knows himself. That you would have given him a similar option. Vash realizes with a heavy heart he needs it, needs time to process some of what he’s read.

“Yea. Yea we both do.” Leaving the cylinder on the counter and grabbing both bags to follow after Brad towards the ship's laundry. A final look over his shoulder, in the opening of the doorway feeling his heart and mind war with one another over the face that right now he'd rather do laundry then stay with you while you shook on the floor body wracked by your sickness.

It doesn’t take long for Luida to sort through the data, finding what she needs and feeling her heart churn for an entirely different reason in comparison to Vash. A round of nutrients added to the IV dripping into your body, and as Luida bends down running one of her hands through your greasy hair she feels herself flinching slightly when you whimper. “You poor thing. You’ve been through a lot in your long life.” Carefully lifting your head and pushing a pillow under you, listening to your breathing shift ever so slightly before returning to the monitor.

The solution to your problem, even if she herself didn’t fully understand everything going on inside your body or what had been done, was a rather simple one. Listed in the medical file itself as the solution for the unintended side effect of some of the experiments, now Luida just needed to wait for the culture to finish growing so she could insert a lab grown vial full of white blood cells grown from your own DNA into your system.

Luida however being the type of person she was had moved onto problem solving a future solution for you because there was no way you wouldn’t come across another infection of some kind in the future. She just needed a delivery system that would last more than a few hours once you left the ship.

All the while another thought crossed her mind since it had been a few hours since Vash had disappeared, loading some of the files onto a tablet for the young plant to read.

While she wasn’t an expert and had no children of her own, Luida hadn’t missed the way Vash interacted with you. His actions were full of care and tenderness as he spoke about you while they had been waiting for some of the test results before getting desperate. The way he held you, and tried to keep you calm, everything in his mannerisms screamed how much was between the two of you. His absence clearly a result of having seen the files that had opened up and the final one that had been glaring at the three of them.

While she had been waiting Luida dug more into the documents herself, curious about what kind of woman could have captured the young plants attention and clearly his heart. The information learned paint a heartbreaking story to the older woman, but what she had read had made sense to her as to why Vash would have fallen for the younger woman. A kindred spirit wanting to try and make up for the wrongs she’d felt she’d done. A broken soul that had found her own form of salvation, all because one person offered to let her make a difference.

That video had been interesting to watch. One of the few files that wasn’t just text or images, but it had cleared up a few things. Hearing the doors open Luida turned, shoulders slumping as Brad walked in raising an eyebrow at her. “Expecting someone else?”

“Vash.” Her voice somber and earnest. “I thought he’d be back by now.” Brad froze mid step, whipping around to face Luida.

A look of confusion on his face before frowning. “I figured I’d find the brat back in here.” Rubbing at the stubble growing on his face while he watched you, one side of his face downturned in thought “any luck for the girl?”

“Yes. I’ve got the solution to her problem growing in one of the lab incubators.” Waving at the systems working away, before a flicker of an idea made her face light up in a while that made his stomach lurch. “Actually Brad, you might be able to help me with something.” Pulling up the info on screen and showing Brad what she had learned and the solution she came up with for next time. “The problem is keeping them stable until she would need to use them. I just don’t see how to keep the cells from dying in a short time span after she leaves.”

Rubbing his chin once more while thinking, a low hum while he looked at. “I’ve got an idea. Can you put them into cartridges that could be kept frozen? I could make something to keep the cartridges frozen until she needs them. Maybe something with a built-in delivery system?”

“I think I can come up with something.” Agreeing and pressing a few more keys as the door to the lab opened once more. Vash reappearing at last, watching the two people he’d known for the longest looking at a screen. A small smile before striding more into the room, moving towards where you’re still shivering on the ground, somehow even more wrapped up inside his coat.

A whimper from you breaking the silence. “Just wanna go home.”

Luida has been listening to your mumbling for a few hours now, random words that made no sense but it’s clear you’re trapped in a nightmare of some form brought on by the sickness. A grimace on your face as you shudder, Vash bends his knees bringing himself closer to your pale form.

A soft smile on his face as he cupped your cheek thumb gliding over the swell of skin, watching the furrow in your brow fade before standing once more and turning back to the other two. Both of them watching him and his brief interactions with you with rapt attention. Vash might be a master at hiding his pain and feelings behind a mask, but these two know all of his tells.

“Ugh. What are you two up too?” Moving towards them, dressed in his cleanest turtleneck and cargo pants. Peace bringer left in his room, looking at the monitor between both of them.

“Trying to come up with a lasting solution for your girlfriend and her compromised immune system.” Brad deadpans, tapping a few keys and sending copies of the files he needed to his own workstation monitor.

“She’s not m-” both humans sending him a look, clearly full of disbelief. “Fine. My girlfriend.” Sighing as Vash took a seat on the stool looking to Luida “sorry about earlier. I… Needed some time to sort out what I saw.”

Brad huffed at the weak excuse, slapping Vash on the back of the head as he left sparing no other words for the troublesome plant. Luida on the other hand, gave Vash a reassuring smile and held out a tablet for him. “Maybe you should have a read of this.” Taking the tablet and flashing it up, eyebrows raising as he first started reading before his brow furrowed. “We’ve got another few hours while the culture grows, hopefully she’ll be on the mend in no time.”

Tablet in hand, Vash found his gaze moving back towards you once more running a hand through his short hair. He knows you. Knows you on a level far deeper than the glimpse into your past shown on the screen. He’s seen you let others sink bullets in you to defend someone else, taken and given tongue lashings in regards to so many subjects. Heard about your views on life and just how precious it is for reasons so different from his own. He’s heard you talk about the world in such a way that it both makes his heart race and causes a feeling of contentment to wash over him.

You’ve changed from the woman that was shown in that image, he knows that, knows it as clearly as he knows lines of his own palm. So how could he have been ready to bolt, even if just for a moment from you because of that? ‘Everyone has a blank ticket’ ringing in his head, the chance to change. You had done that.

Swallowing as the few steps he takes feels more like iles, lowering down to the ground beside your form and pulling you into his lap so your head is rested against his thigh instead of the small pillow. One hand starting to glide through your hair in what he hopes is a soothing motion once more, pressing a button to illuminate the tablet and starting to read the files loaded onto it for him by Luida.

Back to Masterlist for the series

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soulmuppet · 2 months

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Get started in your sad space cowboy journey with this collection of eight short pamphlet adventures for Orbital Blues from various writers!

While the adventures are designed as one shots, each one takes part in a different location in the same star-system, so they can be pieced together into a longer campaign.

This fantastic collection features a range of amazing talent from a variety of creators all illustrated by Orbital Blues co-creator Joshua Clark!

The Ground Forgets The Garden by Alyssa Ridley: Eight years ago, a workers co-op attacked a corperate grain ship, and crashlanded on the toxic planet of Gentiana to form an agrarian commune. Now the Kettani Agricultural are back, and want you to get their ship back from these "pirates".

Hard Vacuum, Cold Feet by Connor Shearwood: Articulated Spacetime are building a miniaturised Van Keer gate, and their last attempt blew up an entire planet. The scientist responsible was blamed and exiled when she tried to stop the project, and now she's turned to you. She's scrounged enough credits together to make it worth your while to steal the prototype before they can test it again.

They Laurel The Graves Of The Dead by Gareth Hanrahan: The leviathan wreck of the warship Charon slouches on her long, slow orbit, but ecades later, Charon has found a new purpose. The warship’s forward medical bay escaped the salvage team’s claws and has become an independent, semi-legal hospital where outlaws and other settlers of the fringe can receive high-tech medical treatment. Sure, it’s a radioactive ex-warship tumbling slowly towards inevitable doom, but if you’ve got nowhere else to go – the Charon Hospice’s waiting for you.

Hardsuit Holdup b Jess Levine: As sunset fell on the great corporate war, so, too, did it fall on robotics manufacturer, corporate dynasty, and “family business” Hartwell Circuitech. Rumors claim the deceased Hartwells hid their fortune on a startrain, now wandering endlessly through the vacuum. In a stroke of luck, a contact sent you a tip that the Hartwell Limited would soon stop in the nearby Prospect Belt, but the airlock only opens for a select few, so you’ll need to cut a stranger in on the job. Pick your partner, board the barge, and you might just bring home the bounty.

Nameless, Aimless by Kayla Dice: In this pissant star system, somewhere between dead end planet número uno and dead end planet número dos there lies a reef of asteroids that Olageleo once made into a town. The metals mostly dried up, just enough that Olageleo pulled out, leaving two deadly gangs, both alike in notoriety and severity. It does seem to be a situation waiting for some strangers to come along and knock the whole thing over.

Timawa Graffiti by Makaptag: An abandoned resort world overwrought by gigantic trees, where there is only one port. The planet became too expensive to maintain, and has been left behind by the corp to die. Our Outlaws must travel through a terraformed pleasure forest to find an ancient mechanical relic, the last service robot of the resort.

We Built This City on .repeat() by Nathan Blades: Out here, they build cities made of sand. Metropolis Technologies send out their Architect Robots to reconstitute empty plots into buildings and roads. The first few cities were closely supervised, but as the demand for resorts increased, MetroTech shifted to dumping a squad of robots in the middle of nowhere, enlisting staff for the soon-to be shops, and leaving them to it. You must seize the means of construction.

Voidlock Tombstone by Zachary Cox: A Hasugian Void Cavalier, the Dread Interloper, has crashed in the asteroid fields around Kassar IV. With the hull split in two by the failure of its Van Keer drive and its crew killed by spatial warping, it slowly vents atmosphere into the cold dark. You're not the first fool with an inkling that there might be something worth salvaging on this state-of-the-art warship. Pray you can make it out alive, before the Outlaw gold rush begins or Hasugian themselves turn up to claim this billion-credit corpse.

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talesfromtheasterism · 8 months

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WITNESS (IV/VIII)

cw: horror, violence, abuse. Read from the beginning here.

Completely open. There was no way closer undetected. This spot would have to do. She readied the camera, balancing dials and unfurling lenses. It almost looked like a mirage from this distance, roiling out over swathes of the surface. Denser, darker shapes flickered from one side to the other, like it was trying to take a more solid form. The whole mass shifted as a cloud of smoke, one direction at a time. Was this really what they looked like? She wormed over the loose dust for a better angle.

Her foot slipped. The ground gave beneath, and dragged her back from the crest. The camera knocked against the ground with a loud crackle of sand. Her blood ran cold.

The whole gaseous mass flared, agitated. A wave of density radiated out from its midpoint, and as it hit the edges, it rebounded, carrying all the smoke with it, picking up speed. Faster and faster, until it fully compressed at the centre. An utterly silent shockwave of vapour exploded from the point, lightning fast. It careened over the landscape. Loose rocks levitated, sand rose like rain falling upwards. Luna’s black hair lifted from her back. A wall of gas and debris sped towards her like a tidal wave.

Even if she had time to react, the silence left her guard lowered. Her head only ducked a few inches below the hill crest before a deafening boom collided with it. When it already felt like her head could be torn from her neck, a fist-sized chunk of the crumbling rock crashed into the side of her head, throwing her back and down the hill. The world went muted and fuzzy as she tumbled upside down. Her ears rung. Drops of red flew into the grey sand.

She landed on her back, winded and skidding down the slope to a halt. There wasn’t time for pain or rest. She didn’t check her wound or try to blink the distortion from her sight. Her right hand clutched the camera impossibly tight. Flailing her legs, desperately digging her elbows into the shifting ground, facing the crest and trying not to slide any further down. She sat the box on her stomach and pointed the aperture through the cloud of dust and still-falling pebbles. The ringing explosion fought in her ears with her pounding heart. Not now.

Panting through furiously gritted teeth. Eyes locked on the crest. The longest seconds of her life. Her whole life. She had spent all of it running and hiding for the crime of wanderlust. Not now, and not again. This horror would not stop her.

It will not.

The air cracked like a whip, and congealed.

Part 4 of 8. Next. Previous.

#asterism #tales from the asterism #creative writing #horror #fantasy world #stars #writeblr #writers #writers on tumblr #writing #fantasy

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daydreams-to-passages · 2 years

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Prompt: "MC has been stuck in a loop for years now. Death was always the outcome. But this time magic has come to change the story. Instead of playing the game MC is taken into the unknown. And memories of times before are filtering themselves back into their original person. Can MCs friends save them from their personal hell? Or will they join it?"

Cw/tw: angst, blood.

A/N: I recommend the song Gilded Lily by Cults, while reading.

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I felt my frantic heartbeat as I was surrounded by darkness. "No. No.. no" my muttering started as I slammed my hands against the door of the coffin. A blast of blue fire assisted me, Grim. "No No no!" I panicked running straight for the chambers of mirrors bursting into the entrance ceremony, "Not again!" I cried out seeing everyone in robes I can could see my friends. Not friends they don't remember me. Whispers rippled throughout the body of students.

"WHY!" I exclaimed to the mirror, distraught over once again being stuck in the time loop. "Ive died from rose bushes, fire, being turned into sand, drowning, poison, ancient spells, and just about everything inbetween! I've saved your students-my friends countless time nonetheless! I dealt with everything you threw at me for them! Just like you said but I keep coming back to here! Why!? And you still take their memories and force me to relive this nightmare! HAVEN'T I GIVEN ENOUGH?! I cried out cause my knees to buckled and land on the heap on the stony floor. "I just want this time loop to break!" Smokey grey and shimmery blue surrounded me though I was used to it. It always came when I was just about to be rest. "Just shatter the loop!" I cried out tears swelling in my eyes as I slam my hands down onto the ground, a sound of shattering glass and bricked tumbling as I fell into a dark hole in the ground. My hand reaching out but no one was there. I guess I'll just die again. Bricks magically rebuilding themselves leaving me back into the black.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #twst au #disney twst #twst imagines

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thewalkingcigarette · 1 year

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late in night when shadows whisper, the stars themselves cannot sing the dark away, sway the black midnight from consuming all color, push the thoughts like liquid melancholy away from white sand shores, humble one must be at his knees, a beggar to a hand stiff in fist's position. could one request, so tender and sweet, a pull of light to flicker as candle, the cast warm glow on four walls that meet, to hinder silence for one moment?

if legs could run and lungs could heave, away and around the loop that curves, a destiny decorated with suffering like specks of fresh fallen snow. if a body could press onward, forever with no release, relentless in a course to freedom that hums just one foot forward, more to move and one will make it, but alas the road twists around, a false hope for a pathway you thought you found.

race around, a deadly fishbowl, a golden swimmer in his glass built prison. could he find the ocean if he moved those fins swiftly, could he escape the jaws of pain if only he made one more circle in that small domain?

the end, there always is, for death presses his lips to all flesh that lives. trees bristle as their oak rots, flowers wilt as their petals tumble, grass yellows in its escape to rebirth, animals fade with small heart beats stuttering. there is end in every start, so why begin at all? the journey is but just that fateful loop, that grinding turn, a hope to find something peaceful.

i could outrun if only faster, and that is the curse that cruelly twists the mind. there is a harbor even night cannot graze with her steely fingers, a place ive created where fires bristle in gentle safety, saccharine charcoal twists of smoke. and in this place there is nothing, a blissful breather from the race, and in it waves crash against the edges of the bubble, an impending doom that does not quiet, but nevertheless it dare not invade.

i suppose to breach it would be calamity, one would surely fall ill to his destiny, succumb to a sickness that nearly slowed as amber swallowed it in golden dribbles. i only wish to experience relief, and is that such a drastic desire, should i cower in shame for the pleading i have done, knees bruised and muscles taut, to simply inhale cool winds of stillness?

and now i stir, an anxious fizzle, for there exists monsters that do not partake in any loop. they bound and leap, glorious beings, and when does this track decide who to be chased, and who is chasing? it switches eventually, all that is sought for is soon behind you, all that is evaded is soon in front of your very eyes.

i only wish to be at peace, i will not repent for that blazing want. but simply suffer for the very harbor i formed, simply suffer for the very wish i granted, forever remorseful to be built only to destroy what good travels before me.

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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Untitled (“To get marriage”)

A cinquain sequence

By ever best exchange ball that is fidelity. Force were seene, the world. To get marriage?

And able scars which many now of all fit and gain’d; for I knew that gives us feeling.

III

For the dead. We mought feared; and I matters prest at home: the new-bought about the gastric juice?

He went to make my skin his come. Stuck hard: she home of Loues long within the other, and thee.

Golden fish. Piers his tend the other way. I think of stain. As with them thine—and some palace!

Me some gilded benches in the day form’d a very wretched life in the colours eare day.

VII

And for inspire, no other end. So do I move or breath’d new that I trust to choose a Maying.

VIII

And snow in a dream’d a dreams are past. Poor fellow- creatures favour’d silk; next Juan, there is all.

My love’s own bud buriest thou, contrive, too stern. Tell me how I feel. Old would not sit below!

And on my breast! When them true law of plays, have sung, or else things in love Gregory command.

Not by the loue to remove waterfall. To the runour flocke the fleece, and, what through his chinne.

XII

Feel safe then—i never comrades, as has gone, what am glad grace is just remark’d with deare.

XIII

I long entent. The bride in the dreams, and keepe. From thousand ways, resign: robert Burns: can feel.

XIV

Round and furrows of the Euxine. Patience and seeming sweet, and sapping home. And thaw this woe.

Of gore disagreeable an ancient art while in my ear. And seeks Sol’s palace to fynd.

XVI

That hath the tree bring their images show. Round, like a glasse notes in your company, with t.

XVII

A blight to his half-cheese and the pride of mee, and cry of the moon is my head. At all aske.

XVIII

For cash. Who leave found no sign that the Nil Admirari. As the noble throwes her e’e.

XIX

‘Will it? He not me? You can’t see. For he had e’er infected numbers, whose my loveless bought.

To you loyalties’ expense, a knell to my cryes ye hearse. 38th, Woolslayer Way. And make world.

XXI

A sin to tak me frae ’boon the stars. His majesty saluted his Queene. Everything new.

XXII

A storm. Though it seems nothing in posterously presume,—should them runne at last, whose quietus.

XXIII

Bleeds in some hame? His good plight: a mazer alone she stony bed. Stayed he once and half earth.

XXIV

Monarchs are less desert sand is blind but vnfelt ioys, exild for our declarations, lations.

XXV

Of pleasant tales of Mary. You love is not any. Herein the even in thee, my bird!

XXVI

Velvet, or Counsel of him his loue. As we were thou,—finding purple state within us.

XXVII

A quire of shivers blown over something also much fine conclusion: for cash. For nothing.

XXVIII

Have held, days I have seen. Doth windlas so; that did hem keepe. For kissin’ Theniel’s bonie Mary.

XXIX

They tumbled and she gave, an encloses our sin? Of all the and dreams. Through the correct yes.

XXX

That is bigger that heau’nly mind, loveless bower- door, with young, receive the circumcision.

XXXI

Crazy for ever love me dead. Therefore has every rough August. So many love, where not.

XXXII

Until the way she die! Refusing ones, few or maps or word were a small difficulties?

XXXIII

Listening, noon, as the tree an edge, he but my name. But fair, shaped her make six-and- twenty-four.

XXXIV

To you, and mock the porter they folly rich! Is in heau’n forgate all the melancholy.

XXXV

Full worth an Indian- summer young mind in property at last he kiss’d her conquest way.

XXXVI

Her heard selfe, or two, or one, and blows; from tigress robb’d of her but then? Close o’ertook her witt.

XXXVII

Kindness, the laws of the years; the Almighty Jove, and hearse. When a road, she’s nothing did see.

XXXVIII

That the sun-flower- enamour’d thee. For because was knight, her second, to what does it hold?

XXXIX

Was it will kame my love, a noble through August. So that brush came from an old gun-barrel.

I remember: the snake is not to look’d, and because all the sea. Gather my mother end!

XLI

A town, he quaff up to their transpired? Whose they speeden hem all, though I love without boats.

XLII

Were to Marmora with ache? A greater woe: helpe me, that he thou, but little creek below.

XLIII

After young to tell me shadow shall array her will have I both his trayne. With amber him!

XLIV

Refusing through can find its shame. Their rose tree. As thou knows! I refuse to make like the stone!

XLV

I wish you will bind the gout. The Dew-locks from elsewhere aware of the heauen-stuffe to Sorrowe.

XLVI

But name, was to sing for a scapegoat. Oft gratefulness and icicles. Our charm to hide.

XLVII

Drew all encheason. And I will be, no doubt my second ran away, and then the outside.

XLVIII

All thy shapes of Mary. Now raving-wild, I curse, and time he kiss’d her will fulfil the nose.

XLIX

Sea-born thing else, and there to add yet at last! And the tast, each village scholar whom alone.

As when we free: but stay, and pausing out, according the bed and sair, sweet flowed. I drew wine.

Nature much love. By all are not; then smile on our Pagan friends the midst, where once more by night.

LII

In such ioy did drop, and forgoe. Abate: i’d rather head and up to hint the name rehearse.

LIII

Hinted to set off cheerless, broke in the blue and there. ’St thou, O warriors by tradition.

LIV

’ Then her eye. Everywhere, would there sheepe runne at your through it seems to blaze these may be transfixed!

He came in baba and Juan, for my name. But Charitee, the bane of us: that looks and smell.

LVI

Called out of seventy- four. If but Stage-play- likenesse shown: so that God who can cast out.

LVII

Or louest though I know how it flows down, and death-white curtaines and me. Thy leaf hangs o’ joy.

LVIII

Poor name. Spring disdayne the faint lamp of her cry lord, what am glad gracelesse herdgroome.

LIX

Then what I would be done, who must be bail for the people die. An error in the heaven.

Joy! The towers, and wash my earth their lies drown’d. I won’t thought to slackening well, but decay.

LXI

That to shrieking stranged with his mind! Greeting shame and whereupon it gazeth; a man do?

LXII

And fair as Stella is? A tigresses, dark, and both clear! Insect, rove; o let the treasure!

LXIII

‘Farewell! By a clear melodious lyre. Midas the Spring-time did leaue enriched in trees.

LXIV

We were battle avails that sword in their little lack of dining. ’ The contrary to tune.

LXV

Tho vndersongs well, and the tow’ry fence of Alpine hill, the four. ’Er young to the young brother.

LXVI

I’m happy show to the goods. To you, my rose; but tis true. Having the will glove unto me?

LXVII

For Jewels for me when I sleep with that I do with thy mandolin. The world revolves apart.

LXVIII

And now we tried; but we heart her features couples keep? Many women, deviants, to me.

LXIX

And interest of thee. The kitchen home of late obtaine. After hid; when the House and Tree.

LXX

Love sweates for that had been murdered the sea? And more by waters willing dews impearled.

LXXI

Now, Chloris partake, Centuries and one foolish and touch and yet, because the corner’s jest!

LXXII

Love’s care: and they must stop thy Falling temple when most deep passion tries? A votive can kill.

LXXIII

Her god, when in rest, bleed away. When follow groan first thou should hope no more; which no penance.

LXXIV

Kind of children die from a self-will’d, forgotten what got interwove? And then spoke by side.

LXXV

And, which Juan and diverged. Thy father mat in thee thine. In this worth: the alighted at last!

LXXVI

Blessing be such entirely. But for himself, when you here? I AM my mammy yet.

LXXVII

Her face. The more clean but while some word in their spleen in their own: for we will now, will for more.

LXXVIII

I think of Black me like nuns the worse that art not girlish grace, they tumbled—and huge, aloof.

LXXIX

A loss of this. But weak, but no one cup of wine. Sure, if she can breeze in amorous sum.

LXXX

And his line, no state I beheld what he weep. Star- pitched tent, had leuer my motherly carried?

LXXXI

The zero vector existence to fill my best exceeds? Of such too became her music.

LXXXII

Space-age gear blanket. So leave thee within. Of her palace and as my hear and thee alone.

LXXXIII

Her starve that sicke in thee hold that be. Nor the other spark of the will final sign that went.

LXXXIV

One is fidelity? So were squeeze like a golden pomp of cloudes, so dull plays and me.

LXXXV

White heat. My should so very situation; if well begun; they name. Round aboue loue of milk!

LXXXVI

In his sharpe showed with Constant loue did wend, bearing arms. Mild zephyrs waft the gallant like pale.

LXXXVII

And Titan on the sonne. Of wedded love and fading a little hour would be, rather way.

LXXXVIII

But your tear, there I stood, if you rehearse. Wants me to tell hear and set her seventy-four.

LXXXIX

And death’s wounds were plodding amid a crowd of street. As the game young, I’m o’er young Lochinvar?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #155 texts #cinquain sequence

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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So I briefly said this in my reply in my shoutout post, but yes, Alpha Steve and little one, are in my head a lot, my favorites normally are, so when I go to bass pro shop for fun because I'm a broke bitch right now lol I see steve and little one buying a hammock or steve makes it whichever. All the little camping stoves and the canoes.

Steve building that too so they can go out on the water and relax the day away, napping and....other things ;)

The little camping stoves are so so cute because you can cook like whole pizzas out in the forest, so I have pictured them doing just that, hell maybe it's the same day they spent on the lake in the boat.

The thing is heavy but Steve can pick up the stove with ease, the boat too.

The hammock is this insanely huge thing that encloses them in so no rain gets them wet as they sleep away.

Pretty much anything outdoorsy, makes me think of them.

And yo dude, don't even get me started on trains, trains, showers, snow, water, the cold always make me think of curtis and his girl, like.....all these peeps just living rent free in my brain lol

This is the kind of things I can see Steve doing for his Little One as well. Setting up a hammock down down by the treeline at the lakes edge. He would make a move able canopy overhead so you could go down in the middle of a rainstorm, you absolutely love the way the lake turns a bit wild during a storm.

So when your down there swaying gently, he runs through the rain, tumbling in with you into the hammock, making you squeal as he is soaked. "Steve!"

"Hmm..." Steve is nuzzling your neck while shifting the two of you so your laying on top of him, one of his legs draped over the edge so his foot can push off the ground and rock you two gently. "Thanks for drying me off Little One." He snickers as he is nipping kisses to your neck and catching your lips with his, making you sigh into the kiss and relax against him.

Steve also has ALL THE CAMPING EQUIPMENT. It's a hobby of his to go camping and yup, that little camp stove was one of your favorite gifts you surprised him with. Also it benefits you, you are a beast first thing in the morning without your coffee and camping days are no exception.

Then the boat. This has been a project of his. He had some of the wood they cut that spring delivered to the house. Steve has spent a whole summer building it from scratch, and listen, you benefited greatly from this. It gets hot, he also runs hot. As soon as he starts to get over heated sanding the wood, he sheds his shirt. You love to lounge in your hammock, watching him work till your so fucking hot and bothered you have to go drag him away... for a break, ya know what I mean.

Im a broke bitch too, if I had a Bass Pro Shop in my area, I would happily go there. Especially if they had one of those trout ponds Ive seen in pictures.

Curtis... I will never be over him. Ultimate comfort character as dark as he is. I just want to give him all the good stuff.

Your ghost Curtis has always been one of my favorites. He was just so soft to his girl and the way he was so patient waiting for her. It was just an incredibly sweet story and I hope others can appreciate it for the gentleness in the dark storyline you gave it.

#amber answers #feel good boost

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ferny__t

How to reign in nudists. We went to a naked salsa festival last week. The day vibe was a nudey beach time hang. Volley ball etc. The evening another post entirely. . It took us a little bit of time to cast our swimmers and vulnerabilities aside, but soon enough a naked swim in the sea was just too inviting. . Never has my smile been so big. Strutting to the ocean along side two girlfriends, with all our wobbly bits jiggling away gloriously. Our boyfriends on the beach cheering us on. . I didnt feel sexualised, scorned or judged. I did feel big time empowered. All the bits I normally keep covered up sang the ultimate freedom song as legs tumbled a kimber in the surf. It wasnt long before we saw the boy's heads popping up like meerkats on the shore. The surf was pretty big - they were worried for their chicas. Soon enough their vulnerabilities were also cast aside. Three strutting men with wiggly bits coming to protect their women. Their chicas cheered them on. There are now six bare bottoms ducking, diving cartwheeling in the surf. The waves were getting bigger, the pull back a little stronger. There's a whistle on the beach. Two life guards attempting to reign in over excited nudists. 🙈 . We crawled out of the waves.... bedraggled. Hair sprawled across faces, sand everywhere. . I stood naked and nodding before the life guard as he shared his wisdoms of the ocean. I wanted to tell him we were ok - you werent seeing panic, just ecstatic liberation - but all my conversational effort was under the skin telling my arms and legs not to wrap themselves around my oh so bare body. . . Can I stand naked and empowered before this concerned man and not buckle? Common Fern, ya got this. 👊 . I giggled to myself reflecting how Ive never been told off by stranger whilst being naked before. Well for a v long time! Ill proudly register this moment in my memory bank as one of adult life's firsts. . Got me thinking about my @maison_fish Iceland crew... naked life highlight with that crew. Let the body run free!!!!! . #bodypositive #empoweredwomen #empoweredmen . p.s. always play safe in the ocean. have a check in point on land. know thy rip channel.

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Daenerys - a culinary journey to dragonhood

Charred bones and whips.

Dragons produce flame, but they also need it to grow. Fire begets fire.

Only dragons and men eat cooked meat, he had said.

When she had her handmaids char the horsemeat black, the dragons ripped at it eagerly, their heads striking like snakes. So long as the meat was seared, they gulped down several times their own weight every day, and at last began to grow larger and stronger.

(ACOK, Daenerys I)

In the House of the Undying...

Upon a towering barbed throne sat an old man in rich robes, an old man with dark eyes and long silver-grey hair. "Let him be king over charred bones and cooked meat," he said to a man below him. "Let him be the king of ashes." Drogon shrieked, his claws digging through silk and skin, but the king on his throne never heard, and Dany moved on.

(ACOK, Daenerys IV)

But it takes a while for Dany to develop the taste...

"What if I decide you're only worthy to be my fool?" Dany asked scornfully. "Or perhaps my cook?"

"I would be honored, Your Grace," Selmy said with quiet dignity. "I can bake apples and boil beef as well as any man, and I've roasted many a duck over a campfire. I hope you like them greasy, with charred skin and bloody bones."

That made her smile. "I'd have to be mad to eat such fare. Ben Plumm, come give Ser Barristan your longsword."

(ASOS, Daenerys VI)

She accepts a dragony whip...

Dany handed the slaver the end of Drogon's chain. In return he presented her with the whip. The handle was black dragonbone, elaborately carved and inlaid with gold. Nine long thin leather lashes trailed from it, each one tipped by a gilded claw. The gold pommel was a woman's head, with pointed ivory teeth. "The harpy's fingers," Kraznys named the scourge.

Dany turned the whip in her hand. Such a light thing, to bear such weight. "Is it done, then? Do they belong to me?"

(ASOS, Daenerys III)

… and drops it...

"Unsullied!" Dany galloped before them, her silver-gold braid flying behind her, her bell chiming with every stride. "Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see." She raised the harpy's fingers in the air . . . and then she flung the scourge aside. "Freedom!" she sang out. "Dracarys! Dracarys!"

(ASOS, Daenerys III)

She is growing her own dragony whip:

Drogon looped his neck around to nip at her hand. His teeth were very sharp, but he never broke her skin when they played like this. Dany laughed, and rolled him back and forth until he roared, his tail lashing like a whip. It is longer than it was, she saw, and tomorrow it will be longer still. They grow quickly now, and when they are grown I shall have my wings. Mounted on a dragon, she could lead her own men into battle, as she had in Astapor, but as yet they were still too small to bear her weight.

(ASOS, Daenerys IV)

It’s not until she and Drogon become one, that whip and charred meat return to her:

Drogon roared. The sound filled the pit. A furnace wind engulfed her. The dragon's long scaled neck stretched toward her. When his mouth opened, she could see bits of broken bone and charred flesh between his black teeth. His eyes were molten. I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. She had never been so certain of anything. If I run from him, he will burn me and devour me. In Westeros the septons spoke of seven hells and seven heavens, but the Seven Kingdoms and their gods were far away. If she died here, Dany wondered, would the horse god of the Dothraki part the grass and claim her for his starry khalasar, so she might ride the nightlands beside her sun-and-stars? Or would the angry gods of Ghis send their harpies to seize her soul and drag her down to torment? Drogon roared full in her face, his breath hot enough to blister skin. Off to her right Dany heard Barristan Selmy shouting, "Me! Try me. Over here. Me!"

In the smoldering red pits of Drogon's eyes, Dany saw her own reflection. How small she looked, how weak and frail and scared. I cannot let him see my fear. She scrabbled in the sand, pushing against the pitmaster's corpse, and her fingers brushed against the handle of his whip. Touching it made her feel braver.

(ADWD, Daenerys IX)

Will it be riding horses in the grassland or the harpies seizing your soul, Dany?

She certainly has her wings now, flying away.

The lash was still in her hand. She flicked it against Drogon’s neck and cried, “Higher!” Her other hand clutched at his scales, her fingers scrabbling for purchase. Drogon’s wide black wings beat the air. Dany could feel the heat of him between her thighs. Her heart felt as if it were about to burst. Yes, she thought, yes, now, now, do it, do it, take me, take me, FLY!

(ADWD, Daenerys IX)

Dany spending her not-quite-forty days not-quite-fasting in the desert, Temptation of Christ-style, deciding her fate. Hungry, but turning away from the charred meat….

She was hungry too. One morning she had found some wild onions growing halfway down the south slope, and later that same day a leafy reddish vegetable that might have been some queer sort of cabbage. Whatever it was, it had not made her sick. Aside from that, and one fish that she had caught in the spring-fed pool outside of Drogon's cave, she had survived as best she could on the dragon's leavings, on burned bones and chunks of smoking meat, half-charred and half-raw. She needed more, she knew. One day she kicked at a cracked sheep's skull with the side of a bare foot and sent it bouncing over the edge of the hill. And as she watched it tumble down the steep slope toward the sea of grass, she realized she must follow.

(ADWD, Daenerys X)

Wanting the charred meat but turning away...

She turned back the way she'd come, to where Dragonstone rose above the grasslands like a clenched fist. It looks so close. I've been walking for hours, yet it still looks as if I could reach out and touch it. It was not too late to go back. There were fish in the spring-fed pool by Drogon's cave. She had caught one her first day there, she might catch more. And there would be scraps, charred bones with bits of flesh still on them, the remnants of Drogon's kills.

No, Dany told herself. If I look back I am lost. She might live for years amongst the sunbaked rocks of Dragonstone, riding Drogon by day and gnawing at his leavings every evenfall as the great grass sea turned from gold to orange, but that was not the life she had been born to.

(ADWD, Daenerys X)

And at last, hunting down and burning horses, embracing the charred horse meat in the burning grass lands. Harpies seizing her soul, it is.

To the right and left, Dany glimpsed places where the grass was burned and ashen. Drogon has come this way before, she realized. Like a chain of grey islands, the marks of his hunting dotted the green grass sea. A vast herd of horses appeared below them. There were riders too, a score or more, but they turned and fled at the first sight of the dragon. The horses broke and ran when the shadow fell upon them, racing through the grass until their sides were white with foam, tearing the ground with their hooves … but as swift as they were, they could not fly. Soon one horse began to lag behind the others. The dragon descended on him, roaring, and all at once the poor beast was aflame, yet somehow he kept on running, screaming with every step, until Drogon landed on him and broke his back. Dany clutched the dragon’s neck with all her strength to keep from sliding off.

The carcass was too heavy for him to bear back to his lair, so Drogon consumed his kill there, tearing at the charred flesh as the grasses burned around them, the air thick with drifting smoke and the smell of burnt horsehair. Dany, starved, slid off his back and ate with him, ripping chunks of smoking meat from the dead horse with bare, burned hands. In Meereen I was a queen in silk, nibbling on stuffed dates and honeyed lamb, she remembered. What would my noble husband think if he could see me now? Hizdahr would be horrified, no doubt. But Daario …

Daario would laugh, carve off a hunk of horsemeat with his arakh, and squat down to eat beside her.

As the western sky turned the color of a blood bruise, she heard the sound of approaching horses. Dany rose, wiped her hands on her ragged undertunic, and went to stand beside her dragon.

That was how Khal Jhaqo found her, when half a hundred mounted warriors emerged from the drifting smoke.

(ADWD, Daenerys X)

In conclusion:

She lifted her head. "And I am Daenerys Stormborn, Daenerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon's daughter, and I swear to you, these men will die screaming. Now bring me to Khal Drogo."

(AGOT, Daenerys IX)

#asoiaf #daenerys targaryen #dark dany #foreshadowing

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Dany, Catelyn and the Seven Colours of the Rainbow.

RED:

"We will have it all back someday, sweet sister," he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. "The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King's Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back." Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.

(Daenerys I, AGOT)

Catelyn found her husband beneath the weirwood, seated on a moss-covered stone. The greatsword Ice was across his lap, and he was cleaning the blade in those waters black as night. A thousand years of humus lay thick upon the godswood floor, swallowing the sound of her feet, but the red eyes of the weirwood seemed to follow her as she came. "Ned," she called softly.

(Catelyn I, AGOT)

ORANGE:

The heart was steaming in the cool evening air when Khal Drogo set it before her, raw and bloody. His arms were red to the elbow. Behind him, his bloodriders knelt on the sand beside the corpse of the wild stallion, stone knives in their hands. The stallion's blood looked black in the flickering orange glare of the torches that ringed the high chalk walls of the pit.

(Daenerys V, AGOT)

Flickering torchlight danced across the walls, making the faces seem half-alive, twisting them, changing them. The statues in the great septs of the cities wore the faces the stonemasons had given them, but these charcoal scratchings were so crude they might be anyone. The Father's face made her think of her own father, dying in his bed at Riverrun. The Warrior was Renly and Stannis, Robb and Robert, Jaime Lannister and Jon Snow. She even glimpsed Arya in those lines, just for an instant. Then a gust of wind through the door made the torch sputter, and the semblance was gone, washed away in orange glare.

(Catelyn IV. ACOK)

YELLOW:

The trickle he started soon swelled to a flood. Trader captains brought lace from Myr, chests of saffron from Yi Ti, amber and dragonglass out of Asshai. Merchants offered bags of coin, silversmiths rings and chains. Pipers piped for her, tumblers tumbled, and jugglers juggled, while dyers draped her in colors she had never known existed. A pair of Jogos Nhai presented her with one of their striped zorses, black and white and fierce. A widow brought the dried corpse of her husband, covered with a crust of silvered leaves; such remnants were believed to have great power, especially if the deceased had been a sorcerer, as this one had. And the Tourmaline Brotherhood pressed on her a crown wrought in the shape of a three-headed dragon; the coils were yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx.

(Daenerys III, ACOK)

As the long fingers of dawn fanned across the fields, color was returning to the world. Where grey men had sat grey horses armed with shadow spears, the points of ten thousand lances now glinted silverly cold, and on the myriad flapping banners Catelyn saw the blush of red and pink and orange, the richness of blues and browns, the blaze of gold and yellow. All the power of Storm's End and Highgarden, the power that had been Renly's an hour ago. They belong to Stannis now, she realized, even if they do not know it themselves yet. Where else are they to turn, if not to the last Baratheon? Stannis has won all with a single evil stroke.

(Catelyn IV, ACOK)

GREEN:

Somewhere beyond the sunset, across the narrow sea, lay a land of green hills and flowered plains and great rushing rivers, where towers of dark stone rose amidst magnificent blue-grey mountains, and armored knights rode to battle beneath the banners of their lords

(Daenerys I, AGOT)

In the south the last weirwoods had been cut down or burned out a thousand years ago, except on the Isle of Faces where the green men kept their silent watch. Up here it was different. Here every castle had its godswood, and every godswood had its heart tree, and every heart tree its face.

(Catelyn I, AGOT)

BLUE:

. Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire. . . . mother of dragons, slayer of lies . . . Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . .

(Daenerys IV, ACOK)

"Lady Catelyn, you are wrong." Brienne regarded her with eyes as blue as her armor. "Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it's always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining."

(Catelyn II, ACOK)

INDIGO:

Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother's hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. "Aegon," he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. "What better name for a king?"

(Daenerys IV, ACOK)

The eastern sky was rose and gold as the sun broke over the Vale of Arryn. Catelyn Stark watched the light spread, her hands resting on the delicate carved stone of the balustrade outside her window. Below her the world turned from black to indigo to green as dawn crept across fields and forests. Pale white mists rose off Alyssa's Tears, where the ghost waters plunged over the shoulder of the mountain to begin their long tumble down the face of the Giant's Lance. Catelyn could feel the faint touch of spray on her face.

(Catelyn VII, ACOK)

VIOLET:

"A gift from the Magister Illyrio," Viserys said, smiling. Her brother was in a high mood tonight. "The color will bring out the violet in your eyes. And you shall have gold as well, and jewels of all sorts. Illyrio has promised. Tonight you must look like a princess."

(Daenerys I, AGOT)

And they told how afterward Ned had carried Ser Arthur's sword back to the beautiful young sister who awaited him in a castle called Starfall on the shores of the Summer Sea. The Lady Ashara Dayne, tall and fair, with haunting violet eyes.

It might be interesting to note that Dany and Catelyn are the only two POV characters, (as far as I can tell, I only had a quick check, so I could be wrong) who have all seven colours of the rainbow referenced at least once in their chapters.

#daenerys targaryen #catelyn stark #asoiaf meta #daenerys appreciation

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Contracts and Captains. - IV

A/N: Remember how I posted something before one of my other fics saying that I had been consistently updating for weeks? Neither do I lmao who was she? Don’t know her anyway heres the fourth chapter of this black sails fic.

Words: 1823. Honestly I’ve been writing this since about 12pm I don’t know how its so short and its probably shit bc I haven’t written anything in months.

Warnings: Mentions of vomit as per the last chapter. Think thats it lmao. See you in three months.

As your eyes opened, there were a blissful couple of seconds where the previous night’s encounter didn’t exist in your memory. But, just like the sun flooding the room, unwanted flashes of vomit and slurred words rose like a tidal wave in your minds eye. You rolled over, burying your face and groaning into the pillow out of sheer embarrassment as a dull throbbing started in the depths of your skull.

Why did you keep drinking? You could’ve simply had one or two before retiring for the night and you wouldn’t have met that boatswain or thrown up on your own boots. What was his name again? Ben? Boyd? No, they weren’t quite right. Either way you made a mental note to apologise again whenever you next saw him.

Slowly, you tugged your still clothed limbs from the thin sheets, trying not to jostle your stomach too much for fear of whatever was left in there making an unwelcome appearance. Your pants were scuffed from where you took a tumble outside the tavern, your shirt was half undone, probably from a failed attempt to undress before not-so-gracefully falling into bed. A single boot was thrown on the floor alongside your coat, the other still stuck on your foot. What a mess.

A hot bath, that's what you needed, and a hearty breakfast if your insides don’t bring it back up. Pulling on the other boot, you made your way to one of the girls working downstairs, trading her coin to fill the tub in your room. You must’ve looked rough as you passed her to get to the man at the bar because when he turned to look at you, his brows shot up, disappearing behind his hair.

“You look like you could use a little hair of the dog, love.” He chuckled, eyes scanning your disheveled form. A grimace was your immediate response. “Some food then.” He offered, filling a bowl with something that you didn’t stop to look at as you practically inhaled it. The man watched you with a knowing smirk and had you not felt so terrible you’d have spat out a snarky comment. You chose to gulp down your water instead.

“Thank you.” You huffed with a small nod, tossing some money on the counter before you headed back upstairs. The state you were in just added to this morning's growing list of regrets but you weren’t quite sure if you cared how you looked to anyone else right now. All that was on your mind was a piercing headache and a good soak.

Stripping off, you stepped into the water, sinking down slowly as your body got used to the heat. Finally, with a heavy sigh, you rested your head on the back of the tub, your aching muscles beginning to relax. Scented oils and soaps were left on a stand by the bath. Working a generous amount between your palms, you massaged your limbs and torso getting rid of any tension and purging the memories of last night’s… festivities. In the quiet of your room, you took a moment to trace the small scars that littered your form, fingers landing at last on the freshly healed knife wound from only a few weeks ago. The soft pink flesh was still tender, and if you moved the wrong way it would ache. It was dangerous to be alone on this island, in this line of work. You needed friends, not just contacts. A crew, perhaps.

Letting your mind wander, you thought about your new found place among Flint’s men. You had to keep bringing in leads to be of any value to him, lest you risk being tossed aside and left in the dirt. He and his crew were among the most revered on the island, therefore cementing your part in that would bring security. It would ensure that other crews would leave you alone, as you were important to someone they feared and the consequences of harming you could be severe.

Then again, there was a little more than security on your list of perks as you thought more about the taller man from last night. He was kind to you, not that the others weren’t having bought your drinks and all, but, he made sure you were safe and fed. Billy Bones. You recalled. Replaying the meeting in your head, you winced at the slurred introduction and the puking soon after. Why did you care about how he saw you? Was it because he was the crew’s boatswain or because he was handsome and softer than most pirates you’d met.

Catching that last thought, you shook it from your head, refusing to let it take root in your brain. Attachments like that are a weakness here and you cannot afford to have those. You’d only met the guy once and he probably didn’t want anything to do with you anyway, especially after that drunken show you gave him. Cupping a handful of water, you splashed your face, scrubbing any further thoughts of the man from your head, instead, choosing to focus on finding a new lead for Flint.

They would be leaving to chase down the details you gave him yesterday in a couple of days, if not sooner, which meant you probably had around two weeks to find something of substance upon their return. You’d struggled last time but after sending out letters to old friends in neighbouring ports, you were hopeful something would turn up.

Padding your way to the dresser, you pulled out some fresh clothes and got ready, feeling much better than you did even an hour before. The food had settled your stomach and the water you guzzled seemed to bring some life back into your face as when you left to go hunt down some work, the barman from earlier spouted something along the lines of ‘A whole other woman’ when you walked by.

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An uneventful morning led to an uneventful afternoon. There were no new letters or leads and the streets were pleasantly calm compared to usual. You certainly weren’t complaining, you had been feeling better since this morning but your body was still recovering. The easy day was probably just what you needed. You were sat on the beach, sipping some water and watching passersby as you sketched in the journal you kept.

It was something you’d taken to keeping since arriving in Nassau just over two years ago. A small leather book to help keep track of potential jobs and record anything interesting that happened. Really, though, you just loved to draw. You’d already filled a couple just like it with sketches of people, ships and landscapes that caught your eye, often accompanied by your messy scrawl. You were just about satisfied with your latest addition when Mr Gates clapped you on the shoulder making you jump and slam the journal closed. You’d never shown anyone the contents before.

“Sorry, Miss Devereux, didn’t mean to startle you.” He began, chuckling lightly at your reaction. “I heard you and the lads had quite the night..” He moved to stand by you as you got to your feet, dusting the sand from your pants. Tucking away the book, an amused smirk finds its way to your face as you look at him.

“Depends on who you ask.” You replied. “How were they this morning? Feeling sorry for themselves?” Your brows raised in question as you both started aimlessly wandering along the shore. A snort met your ears as his head fell forwards, looking at the ground then back at you. “I didn’t see the majority of them until at least noon and they were still in a sorry state, although I wonder how you must’ve been. I heard that you hurled your guts up right after meeting our boatswain.” Gates mused, eyes crinkling as he watched your entire face turn a lovely shade of red. You tried to keep your cool but your expression faltered into one of sheer embarrassment. Apparently, this was hilarious as Mr Gates exploded into a fit of hearty laughter, and as much as you told him to stop you couldn’t help but have a good chuckle yourself as you covered your face with a half-sandy palm at the thought.

When you both regain your composure, he gives you a reassuring pat on the back.

“Don’t worry, the only people who know are Billy and myself, the men still think you can hold your drink.” He winked. You made a move to argue that you could in fact hold your drink but he began talking about the plan to set sail the day after tomorrow. You listened intently and explained that you were awaiting correspondence from friends in other ports to supply more promising leads upon their return.

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It had been four days since the crew left in search of another haul using your most recent information. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened, you’d made some money here and there through smaller jobs and pickpocketing but overall, there was nothing of real interest. You spent the days reading anything you could get your hands on or drawing and you’d even had your eye on some paints in one of the markets, but all you could do was wait. Checking for mail at the front desk of the inn you were staying at every morning had become a routine, desperate for any work or ships that you could relay to Flint. It was on the fifth day that you had gotten a response from someone in Port Royal.

As you read over the letter for the third time, you could feel your eyes widen in disbelief, your heart hammered in your chest and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This was far too good to be true. Surely this was a myth. A prize of this magnitude was simply unheard of. Your eyes scanned over the paper again, barely able to focus on the words because your hands were trembling so violently. Calm down. You told yourself. It can’t be the truth. You thought as you stared at the other envelope that had arrived alongside it. At the bottom of the letter it read:

“P.S

Should you doubt my information, I sent you the correspondence shared between the dead man and the merchant with evidence pertaining to this gold. Best not ask how it came into my possession.

Your dear friend,

Josiah.”

You ran to shut the windows to your room and close the drapes. If anyone found out you had this information and the evidence to go with it, you would surely be killed for it. Tearing open the paper, you unfolded its contents. It was all here. The initials of the merchant, R.P., details alluding to the existence of this gold and the name of the dead man involved in plotting the course it would be on.

Vasquez.

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the hour of the wolf part v

[Prologue | Part One] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV]

"I've got you, omega. My omega."

Rey allowed herself a moment to luxuriate in the words after they were uttered by the massive man before her, the unflinching certainty and aplomb that had been present in his deep voice making her lips tremble, her knees nearly giving out beneath her at the look in his dark eyes as he spoke.

She had spent so many years on her own in the barren wastelands of Jakku, working her callused fingers bloody to find enough salvage to trade for food that day, trudging through the sand each night to return to an empty home where her only company were her daydreams and the whip of cold desert wind. She had been utterly and completely alone, dreaming about the day her parents would come for her— when someone would come for her, to tell her they loved her, that they cared for her.

After so many years of unending isolation and loneliness, it was almost overwhelming to be in Ben's presence now. To see him standing before her, pledging his care, his protection, his affection, for the rest of her life, promising that he would carry her not only through this heat, but, from the unwavering sincerity in his soft eyes and the firmness with which he spoke, through all the heats to come.

Pleasure unfurled in the cavern of her chest at his words, filling and filling and filling until it overflowed. Rey's body flooded with affection, the pleasure brought on by his praise palpable in every charged moment that passed between them, every milimetre of distance between their bodies, every breath sharply exhaled from her heaving chest.

He claimed her, he wanted her— and just the thought of not spending the rest of her days alone made Rey feel as though she might burst from the warmth that spread through her chest and belly.

She preened under his attentions, captured in the cage of his strong arms as he planted them on either side of her, backing her against a tall oak tree that seemed to be trembling just as much as she. His eyes were black as the obsidian curls shining in the silver moonlight that bathed them, gazing over her as she stood before him, concealed only by the soft flush that coloured her cheeks and began to arc down her slim throat.

He moved slow, deliberate, closing what little space lay between them, bowing his head to catch her earlobe between his front teeth and tug gently. She moaned, feeling his warm breath fan out across her neck, sharp teeth dragging down the arc of her jaw beside her ear, teeth marking her skin in a way her omega craved would stay forever.

Rey watched the rain fall down his face as it sprayed down from above, water arcing down his scarred cheek and over the corner of his soft lips and she could not help but lean forward to catch the water that fell from his skin like teardrop diamonds. His skin tasted like warmth and rain and sweet, southern spices, like all the comfort of a home she had so long ached for, like darkness and hunger and barely restrained desire. Like Ben— and Rey couldn't get enough.

Her lips pulled a soft bruise to the surface of his skin beneath the flushed gland on his neck, his moan reverberating through her as though it had been uttered flush just against the shell of her ear, and he tilted his head so that she could continue, could follow the line of his jaw, could lower her mouth to his throat and plant a hundred kisses there.

Ben groaned, more animal than man, hands clenched at his sides to keep from reaching for her. His hips jerked, twitching forward to grind against her belly, hungry, rabid, near feral with want, unable to resist the unbridled longing that coursed through him, thicker and faster and more potent than his alpha blood. Anxiety thrummed in his chest like the impetuous beat of a hummingbird's wings, a silent battle raging between alpha and Ben as the beast urged to protect and fuck and claim.

“Alpha...” she breathed, her voice clouded and far away.

He could smell the heat on her skin, could see the way a flush curled down her neck as it heated her, the hand not curled around his shoulder clutching weakly at her aching belly. The alpha within him reared, furious that Ben wasn't sating his omega's heat, wasn't keeping her safe and protected from this pain.

She wound her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him down towards her knowingly, rising up on her toes and urging his face down into the curved bend of her neck and shoulder.

He followed her lead, bending his head to nose at her gland, letting the tip of his aquiline nose drag along her neck as he breathed long and deep. He could feel himself ease almost at once, the scent of his omega causing a sedate, syrupy calm to twist through him like smoke from an extinguished wick.

She bent to nose at his gland, curling against him like a kitten as she scented him. Ben was happy to relinquish control for the moment as Rey sought out a proper taste of him, the bold omega grasping hungrily at his chest as her teeth grazed his gland, aching to savor the headiness of his skin, to swallow down his scent until she could memorize it, until it became part of hers.

A growl rolled through his chest like thunder, the way her tongue ran over his gland setting his teeth on edge, setting him on fire— so that he soon began to tremble with barely contained want, the hands that had fallen over her hips tightening until they were locked around her, holding her against him, rutting gently against her smooth belly.

Ben was too far gone to bother with cockiness at the desperate whine that pulled up from the back of her throat as he pulled away from her. He grabbed the cloak he had been pulled free from its clasps around his shoulders and tossed the thick sheepskin mantle down at their feet until it blanketed the wet earth, and he sank to his knees before her, his umber eyes hooded and blown impossibly wide, the brown long ago swallowed by darkened lust.

Rey spread her legs wider for him and he growled, an apodeictic heat present in the way his hands smoothed over her waist, an undeniable urgency to how he spread his fingers along the backs of her bare hips and pulled her close enough to bed his head against her belly. The way his eyes swept over her was animalistic, barbarous, appraising her in a way that sent a wicked thrill of pleasure surging through her, a feeling of virtuous power flooding her at the idea that she had brought this man, this alpha, this prince, to his knees.

His palms were big and strong and warm against her naked skin, rough with the telltale calluses that told of his familiarity with a sword, and it sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her belly and down between her legs, her mind flooding with wonder as she imagined what his fingers would feel like on her arse, on her lips, on her cunt.

"Please, alpha." Rey breathed, her voice weak enough to be blown away by the wind. She could barely think, barely breathe, without his hands on her. She felt hunger like she had never felt before, desperate for his touch in any way, in every way, that it felt like she might actually die without it, without him.

"Come." said the Prince of Alderaan, and before Ben had even a moment to prepare she was upon him, crashing down into his body and sending them both tumbling to the forest floor, all grasping limbs and hungry mouths and cold, wet earth.

But he doesn't care about the cold or the rain or the dirt or anything at all, not with her in his arms, her lips besotting his face and neck with hungry, open-mouthed kisses, her eyes leaking big, fat tears that he hurries to kiss away before finally finally finally returning to her mouth.

Rey wriggled under his firm weight, made to roll on her belly and lift herself up on her hands and knees, but Ben stopped her with a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her back up toward him. "I would look upon you, omega." He growled, the rasp in his voice making her quiver, making slick run down the insides of her thighs.

Rey opened her mouth to speak, but the words gave way to a moan as he ran the flat of his burning tongue along the ridge if her gland, sucking greedily so that she could feel a jolt of tingling pleasure ripple through her from head to foot. She could only nod, taking the brunt of his weight down atop of her small frame with impressive resolve. His broad chest and muscled belly pressed flush against hers, the slide of skin on skin making her mouth water as the smell of arousal flowered in the air like fresh spring blossoms.

He bedded his head against the cavern of her breasts, his kiss swollen lips moving over each of her pert nipples as his hands roamed her body, smoothing down over her rounded hips, her shapely thighs, each of her lean, athletic legs.

She gasped as his lips closed around her nipple, her chest jutting unconsciously upward to seek further contact as his tongue swirled across the pert pink flesh, and the alpha was more than happy to oblige her silent request, mouth widening to pull her small breast into his mouth.

Ben wanted to memorise every inch of her, each of the sun spots that stood as a testament to her time in Jakku, each healed over scar from her years scavenging in the deserts, each one of the freckles that spattered over her skin like constellations in the night sky above.

His mouth followed the smooth plaines of her chest and down to her taut stomach, brushing light kisses across her sweet skin and nosing playfully at the thatch of hair between her legs. He could smell her sweat, her skin, her slick, pressing warm kisses across the divot of her waist, the rounded bones of her hips, the curve of her navel.

Rey trembled as he touched his lips to each extended hipbone, thinking that when she became his queen he would feed her ever delicacy, every treat, until the bones no longer protruded. Next came her thighs, twin curves of golden skin and sparse sunspots, tenderly caressed by soft, warm kisses as he made his way toward her inner thighs, the allure of tasting her too sweet to ignore.

He nosed at the thatch of fine hair between her thighs, so agonisingly close to her warm centre that it was all Ben could do not to bury his face between her legs and sup on her sweet, wet cunt until the silent Alderaanian forest came alive with the sound of his name as she screamed it.

“Please alpha!” she whined, high and hungry. Her eyes were blown wide and dark with lust and desperation, her parted lips seeking out the gland on his neck as though magically drawn there by the gods. She found she could barely speak, could barely think, so overcome with want for her alpha that she could think of nothing else. "I need— I need you."

He was so hard he could feel himself leaking, the way his cock pushed at the leather laces of his breeches tipping over the canal from discomfort into pain— and it was as though Rey could read his mind, for soon her fingers had migrated to his laces, hurriedly pushing his breeches down over his bare hips so that they pooled loosely around his thick thighs.

Rey pushed herself up on her elbows to shuck the breeches further down his legs, desperate to feel bare skin on bare skin, until nothing stood between them but words and wind. Her eyes caught on his cock, finally freed from its woolen prison and standing at attention between well muscled thighs, and her eyes glazed, so bright and edacious.

The Prince of Alderaan kneeled between her legs, the words she had opened her mouth to say suddenly giving way to a rapturous moan as he manoeuvred her legs around his hips and pressed his weight down into her.

His hands pressed down on either side of her head as he braced himself above her, caging her in in a way that she had never before thought she would enjoy. Her eyes followed the corded lengths of muscle that rippled across his forearms and chest as he held himself above her, bending at the elbow to nuzzle his nose against hers, playful even now— when his cock was hard as beskar steel and the rut she had triggered was half blinding him.

He lowered a hand between her legs, a dual gasp filling the air as both found the wetness that had gathered there, sweet and alluring as the pool just out of Tantalus' reach. Rey’s hips bucked at his touch, sparks popping just behind the eyes she screwed shut, overcome by the way his rough fingertips grazed over her folds. She gasped in pleasure and surprise and reached for him, carding her fingers through his dark hair, her fingers pulling just hard enough to make him grit out a low, animalistic growl.

His palm worked at the cock that hung thick and heavy between his legs. The sight made Rey’s mouth water, the slick that baptized her thighs growing as she saw the knot at the base of his cock had already begun to swell beneath his rough palm.

Rey met his gaze, dark eyes as desperate as his, as hungry. Ben's hips settle into the cradle of hers as he shifted his weight to rest over her, guiding his cock between the lithe legs that shone with slick and the marks of each warm, open-mouthed kiss he had laid there. Voices rise and meet and break apart in the cold air, moans of pleasure, of ravenous hunger, of relief, his cock slowly slotting into her as though it was made for her.

But then again, she supposed, it was.

She felt so good around him that the alpha could barely breathe, knowing then what he had known since the moment he had come upon her in the clearing, that he wouldn’t be able to last. Not when she gripped him like that, her cunt pulsing around his cock as she writhed and moaned, blunted nails digging into flesh as her arms tightened around his wide shoulders, hips lifting off grass as she silently encouraged he press more deeply into her.

It was a stretch her body had never experienced, a completeness that she had never felt, and as she turned her gaze up to look up at him, it was to find the same relief reflected in his dark eyes.

For all his scent had intoxicated her his cock was only better, so that soon her eyes were rolling back into her head, a half scream pulling from her lips and dissipating in the forest air like fog as his cock sheathed fully into her. The sound seemed to reverberate through the trees like echo against stone, the most erotic music he had ever heard.

Rey tasted so sweet he couldn't resist stealing another searing kiss. He leaning down to ravish her lips with his own, to taste her, to swallow the moans she offered and let his tongue move against hers until she was so breathless and he so lightheaded that there was no choice but to pull away.

He rolled his hips up against hers, knocking the breath from her lungs as he bedded his face against her neck, nosing at her gland and catching the sweat that beaded at the hollow of her throat with harried, hungry kisses.

Her body, intuitive, clever, programmed by nature to read the signals of his body, moved against his as an omega never had, for even though he had lain with other maidens no one had ever been able to read the tightness of his belly, the trembling of his thighs, the clench and pull of the muscles in his back, so that she seemed to know just where to touch him, tease him, taste him.

No one had ever seemed to be able to read him, to know him. But she did.

She always had. From the first time he had seen her in the forest all those years ago, standing opposite him, her fingers trembling as she launched arrows at his shoulders, his back. From the first time she had narrowed her eyes and spat at his feet, calling him names, calling him a monster, glaring at him as though he had struck her. She had seen his future, his present, his past, and she loved him anyway.

He could feel it in the way Rey touched him, caressed him, gentle and sweet— even now, when her heat burned through her so hot that if asked she might not even remember her name. Her long fingers combed through his rain soaked hair, brushing it back from his brow so it ceased to bother, as though somehow she had sensed his discomfort.

Her legs knotted around his hips, his head dropping down to her neck as though drawn there by a force unseen, and he can't resist drawing his lips across the flesh, feeling her gland pulse beneath his tongue. The swollen flesh was already sensitive from from the induced heat, mottled now after being gifted with so many beloved kisses.

"Next time I'll taste you. I'll make you come on my tongue." he moaned. "You taste so good."

The scent was intoxicating, the alpha within rearing at the way it appealed to him, called to him, begged that he claim her and take her scent into his own so that it would mark him forever. It was like summer rain on fresh trimmed grass, smokey autumn wind and cold spring water, like the fresh flowers his grandfathered had always gathered in the drawing room of the palace for his grandmother after each bloom.

"Sweet girl. Sweet omega." He breathed, lapping at her throat, her head turning away from him to offer better access to the nose that brushed against the underside of her jaw. "You're mine, aren't you? I'm gonna make you mine. Would you like that?"

She let out a guttural moan as he head of his cock struck something within her that made her back arch like a drawn bow. "I am." Rey promised, and it was only after she cried his name several more times that he realised she was no longer calling him Ben. "I already am."

Ben looked a tenuous mix of wrecked and beautiful, the moonlight that dripped down from above illuminating the shadows of his skin, emphasizing the muscle that flexed beneath his pale skin like waves over still water. Her blunted nails left long red scratches down his back and he hoped they left marks, hoped he could see them in the morning, hoped they scarred and he could look over his shoulder at them for the rest of his days.

"I know, love." he promised, affection and lust colouring his words like the redness that filled his cheeks. She could feel the way his thighs flexed with the force of the pleasure. "You're being so good for me. Such a good omega. Perfect." He could feel the way her cunt clenched around him at that, making him gasp out a curse, eyelids fluttering. "I'll take care of you, Rey. I promise. I always take care of whats mine."

She moaned loud as a crack of thunder, the forest once more coming alive with the sound of an omega in rapture, the sounds that proved the hunt was once more a success, as it had been when he was a child all those years ago.

He pressed a hand down on her belly so that he could feel the way his cock drove in and out of her. Sparks formed and burst and fizzled behind her eyes, her mind pressed so full of alpha and knot and yours that every other thought seemed to slip right away and before she could even speak.

Her hips jerk upwards as her peak washed over her, and in the throes of pleasure her cunt had gone were tight as a closed fist around his cock, her body quivering through the aftershocks of such overcoming pleasure, and he tipped her hips back and pushed them down to be able to keep her from jumping off the ground, the large hand he spread over her hips making her seem so small beneath him, so fragile.

The sounds of her moan screamed across the quiet clearing like a stone skimming across still water and it had the alpha grinning as his ego inflated, hoping in the back of his mind that they could all hear the writhing omega, that all of Alderaan knew she was his.

He was so close to his climax that he could practically taste the pleasure on his tongue, especially at the way her tongue had chosen to move teasingly over his gland, her mouths half muffled by the way she buried her face between his neck and shoulder.

Ben could feel her her lips parting at the side of his neck, where they had taken to sucking at the puffy skin of his gland, and the alpha knows at once what was happening, knows that the overstimulation of pleasure in heat has flooded her mind with the need to take him as he's taking her, to claim him as her alpha forever.

“No.” He managed at the last second, the rhythms of his hips stuttering.

Rey pulled away. For a moment she looked as though he had reeled back and struck her suddenly, the look of shock and hurt that crossed her face making his heart sink into the pit of his belly, the alpha in his chest roaring in rage.

“Omega—“ he called, letting his alpha influence seep into his voice, and caught her hands as she made to pull away. His cock throbbed, screaming that he move, that he come inside of his omega, but the hurt on her face had gutted him.

“I want to do it right." he said, the set to her dark brows shifting as she listened. "I want you to be my mate, my empress. I want you at my side, to rule Alderaan with me, to be my mate for as long as we both walk this earth. It has to...” He swallowed hard, hoping that the earnestness he felt showed on his face. “When I claim you it has to be part of the ceremony to make it official. It’s the tradition of the royal family. My mother and my grandmother and my great-grandmother...I want you to be mine, the proper way."

Her hands slid over his broad shoulders as she dropped her legs from around his hips, a hand of ice gripping his heart as she pulled back. He knew his eyes were glassy, watching as she extricated herself from his grip and pulled away, but he said nothing. His cock twitched absently, the alpha within languishing in the last few moments of knowing the pure bliss of being inside her, knowing that he’d never again know the feeling of such a perfect fit.

It was her choice, though it broke his heart, to decide which alpha she wanted to be hers.

Rey pressed her palms flat on his chest and pushed gently, urging him backward and Ben did as he was told, inching off her until he sat flat on the cloak — but to his surprise the omega in hid lap didn’t ease off of him as he had anticipated.

Instead her grip around his neck and shoulders only tightened as she moved, maneuvering herself in a way that kept his cock from slipping out of her, and in that moment both Ben and alpha were so relieved to still be in her favour that they were more than happy to let control.

"Alpha..." she breathed, so soft that he nearly missed it. She let her legs fall open on either side of his lap, stretched wide by the thickness of his thighs, and as she settled onto his lap his knot throbbed at the tightness of her cunt as they shifted.

Rey pushed at his shoulders until Ben eased down onto his back, his hands automatically lifting to her hips as she wobbled uncertainly, and he stroked the soft skin there with his fingers. He basked in the heat of her skin and the smile she shone down at him, her skin scorching hot to the touch— hotter still as he dipped his head to nuzzle against her breast, inhaling her scent as though it were the only thing tethering him to this earth. His Rey of light, bright as the sun and just as warm.

Her chest was flushed pink all the way down to her nipples, a perfect parallel to the sweet soft pink of her cheeks, and she hissed gently as he claimed one between his fingers, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger.

Rey nuzzled her cheek against his hair as he bedded his face against her breast, Ben watching through hooded eyes as she threw back her head and moaned in pleasure at the way he suckled at her breast. Her hips undulated urgently against his as she whined, high and needy, the sound of an omega in need drawing his attention back to her, between between her legs. He could see where his cock disappeared into her, and Ben, overcome at the sight, could only nod at her urgency, could only slide an arm around her waist and bring her back to him.

He pressed his open mouth to her gland and sucked with an exigence he had never felt before, the way Rey cried out, loud and bright and full of pleasure, making the patter of rain and the howl of wind seem like a whisper in comparison.

"You smell so good, omega." He groaned, cupping her breast in his palm and letting his thumb run over the pebbled ridge of her nipple. "You taste good, you feel good. Gods, I've never felt anything so good."

She moaned at the praise, the sound half muffled by the way she buried her face into his shoulder, her teeth nipping just hard enough at his collarbones to mark the skin with a trail of pink bruises. He rolled his hips up into her, feeling his cock slide between her folds as she arched her back, her body so smooth and soft against his that it was all he could do not to knot in her right then and there.

His palm slid between them to press down on the bottom of her belly, making her choke out a gasp as they both felt the pressure of his cock driving in and out of her, hitting a spot within her that her fingers had never reached.

Ben stretched up to capture her lips, unable to resist kissing her again, to claim those kiss swollen lips and leet her tongue sweep across his mouth in a desperate search for a way to sate her hunger. He had seen her this way before, with her dark eyes wild with barely masked fire and her brow set and firm, an aura of unfettered passion surrounding her. He had thought her passionate then, when the cool blue-tinged steel of her sword had been pressed to his throat, its steel singing as it sliced through the flesh of his cheek and brow— but it was nothing compared to now.

She was so beautiful, wrapped up in his arms like that. Her small hands braced on his shoulders as she rode him like he were a prized stallion and she a practiced rider, her thighs gripping him so tight he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be locked between them. Her head was thrown back so that her dark hair could sweep over her bare back like braided strands of satin, falling through the fingers he combed gently through it, and her cheeks were alight with a pink flush that curled down her neck and over her bare chest as she moved against him in the throes of heat and longing and aphrodisia.

"You're so good, Rey. You feel so good omega. I could stay like this forever. Sweetheart, I could live like this." Rey preened at the words, omega and woman both caught in the rapture of his praise.

He could feel his knot swelling almost to full size as she ground her hips down into his, bracing her palms on his firm chest so that she could widen her legs and take more of him. His palm is big enough to cover the entirety of her mound, slipping between her warm thighs to reach toward the part of her he had so long ached to touch, to taste, to know as carnally, as somatically, as he knew the rest of her. His callused fingers moved through her folds, coating themselves in her unabashed wetness, obeying her need as she silently rolled her hips into his palm.

"A-alpha..." she moaned, feeling sparks of white hot pleasure jump through her like a spark across the jagged stone of a flint, like embers of a roaring fire crackling into the night sky.

The forest air was thick with sticky heat. It was as though her blood had been set aflame, as though not even the chill of a torrential downpour could cool her properly. Rey couldn't think of anything but how he felt inside of her, her mind washed free of everything except the way his cock moved in and out of her, the way his fingers circled her crest as though he were reading her mind, as though he knew just how she had touched herself, to the thought of him, the thought of this.

“Come, sweet girl.” Ben cooed.

His hand moved between her legs with practiced ease, the corners of his mouths quirking as he thought that this was the first time he had been able to touch her like this, to make her moan like this. It would be the first of hundreds, of thousands— for if Ben had his way he'd never spend another not slotted between her thighs, not touching her, not making her come on his cock and on his fingers and on his tongue.

“Come on, little one.” he grated, his voice so deep that it made gooseflesh run down her arms. He was unable to tear his eyes from her, her body laid before him clad in nothing but the cool water that dangled from her fingertips and eyelashes and nipples like teardrop diamonds. “I want to feel you come on my cock, omega. I want to feel you come on my cock like I’ve been dreaming of since that first time I saw you.”

As though to punctuate his point he jerked his hips harder than ever, making a scream pull from her lips before she could mask it. His hips had changed their rhythm, his arm snaking around her back and crushing her to him.

“You feel so—“ Rey moaned. Her voice was broken, a mix of breathily high and comically low that would have made her laugh in any other scenario.

Her muscles ached with the way they stretched as they never had before, with the way her back arched and her hips writhed and stuttered, with the way her core pulses, her body electric with the need for relief that only her alpha can give her.

She felt so full, so unbelievably, undeniably, unforgettably full, and despite knowing that she would feel the pain of his enthusiasm in the morrow Rey found she couldn't bring herself to care in the slightest. Not when his cock pulled tantalizingly out of her before slamming back in, not when his lips were at her gland and his hot tongue was running over the bare skin there.

“Don't be afraid." he began, teeth gritted as he watched his cock disappear into her, giving another deep thrust that hit hard enough to make him choke as he attempted to speak. “I feel it too.”

Rey stifled another loud scream, breathing shakily, the way his nostrils flared making her wonder what she smelled like now, if she smelled like an omega well pleased. His dark eyes reflected the images of a thousand words that swam tirelessly through them, all the words he wanted to say but found he couldn’t, all the words that had been pushed aside to make way for the moans and sighs that filled the air around them.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his thick fingers circling over the nerves at the crest of her folds. The rain fell hard over his back like a hundred dulled pinpricks, the way her nails dug into his bare shoulders making his hips shake. "Are you ready for my knot, omega?"

“Yes alpha.” she keened. Her skin felt tight, itchy, her cheeks so hot they could melt butter as well as warm bread. She arched her back, her chest pushed out toward awaiting lips and Ben was only too pleased to graze each breast with his teeth, nipping just hard enough to tip over from pain into pleasure. “I want all of you, Ben.”

The words make him utter an almost helpless moan, a deep, rumbling purr that's born at the base of his chest and reverberates through his body like a live wife, making her cunt clench around him.

Rey could feel the familiar pleasure of her peak begin to run its course through her body, a liquid heat that tickled at her spine and surged into her belly. She was filled with an almost blinding pleasure as he nosed at her neck, his tongue lapping at her gland while somehow still managing to whisper utterly filthy things against the shell of her ear, both his words and the low, thunderous tremble at which he spoke them doing wonders to increase her pleasure.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this." he grunted, crowding up into her space. He was so close to his climax that he could practically taste the relief on his tongue, the way his knot throbbed and tightened as foreign to him as it was to the omega that squirmed beneath him. "You're doing so good, omega. You're perfect, so perfect for me."

"Please, alpha." she begged, crying out in both pleasure and agony. "Please give me your knot. Alpha, please."

The hand not wrapped around his shoulder rose to his face, her soft fingertips moving over the line of his jaw, the curve of his cheeks, the pad of his lips, watching him through half-lidded eyes, her lust-darkened irises sweeping over his face as though she were studying him, mapping him, memorising him.

He rose up to nose at her hair, pressing kisses there that left her toes curling and her fingers grasping at his wide shoulders, pulling him closer closer closer. His lips found her gland again, closing over the swollen skin in a tight seal, his tongue lapping at her like she his first taste of water after years of desert heat, and he had barely began to taste it properly when she felt her pleasure burst forth.

Pleasure exploded in front of her like a physical proxy, all heat and tightness and blind pleasure, and she was nearly bowled over by the sensation, by the way he didn’t let up on her, not even for a second, the push and pull of his cock, the gentle jerk of his fingers, the lazy drag of tongue on teeth and soft lips.

His pleasure crested as hers did, his knot anchoring them together as he filled her with wave after wave of hot spend, finally finally finally cooling the burning heat that curled through her body like sparks of fire catching on dry brush.

She screamed his name loud enough to pierce the silence of the forest like a clap of thunder, and it pleased him to to end know that in that moment, even in the midst of her heat, even as she met her orgasm headlong and unflinchingly, that she was thinking of him. Not his alpha, not his cock, not his seed or his gland or his bite. Just him.

Ben held her tight to him, roaring with his release, the alpha inside him banging its chest and rearing its head and shouting in pleasure as he finally achieved what he had so long wanted. His hips slowed as his come flooded her waiting body, wanting to fill her up as he had wanted to for weeks and weeks and weeks, and his lips found hers again. He claimed her lips once more, kissing her long and deep and slow, somehow completely at odds with the way she still stretched around his knot, with the way his cock continued to flood her with his spend.

She sank down on top of him, her legs falling on either side of his hips weakly, suddenly too exhausted to even lift herself any longer. Instead she settled against his chest, her ear pressed to the cavern of his broad chest, listening to the staccato beat of his tired heart and the kind words whispered against the shell of her ear.

"You did so well, omega." he crooned, instinct once more taking over to soothe his sated omega, feeling her sink into his arms.

The words fulfilled some goal within her she had never before thought of, her omega proud and preening within, pleased at the way she had made her alpha so happy. He brushed the hair from her face as he kissed her temple, telling her how good she felt, how much he had missed her, how glad he was to be hers.

He brushed the hair from her face, kissing her bare shoulder and letting his hand sweep lazily up and down her back, tracing shapes with his fingers that made gooseflesh pepper her skin. Ben wrapped his arms around her back, gently pulling her to lay across him, ever mindful of the knot that locked them together, and even as his cock continued to pulse and throb inside of her, completely sated, he could feel himself stir just ever so slightly as he looked between them and found his knot standing firm and heavy, slotted perfectly between here legs.

"I love you." he said quietly, pulling her dark hair through his fingers absently. The words were uttered softly, casually, freely, but there was an irresolute firmness hiding behind the words that proved their significance was not to be taken lightly.

Rey beamed at him, bringing her lips to the healing scar on his cheek and kissing it tenderly. He wanted to count her freckles, to spend the rest of his life memorising every inch of her face and her body and her mind, until he could recall every wonderful detail about her even in sleep, even in death.

She settled back into her place on his chest, her fingertips tracing absently around the curled tail of his scar, and when she spoke it carried an direct unreservedness that made the simple words come alive, made clear their meaning to Ben, even if she hadn't directly said the words. "I know."

#reylo #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #rey x kylo ren #rey x ben solo #reylo fanfiction #usermeels #redbelles #luminousbensolo #galacticidiots #the hour of the wolf #fic: reylo

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more tgcf chapters 143-173 lets goooooo

PEI MING BOO HISS except actually okay he’s mostly funny i think but still boo hiss

“hey who’s this guy who’s really pissed at you?” “oh thats my sword. i broke it.” alright then!

i think i need to go back and reread the banyue pass arc bc im still confused as to whats going on with banyue and pei su

“Banyue dropped from the sky with two pots raised. Without a word, she plummeted with the mouths of the pots facing down, trapping and detaining the shocked Ming’guang and the roaring Ke Mo within.” - THATS MY GIRL

“It must be known that, to heavenly officials, it certainly was more than natural for kingdoms of the mortal realm to fight and annihilate one another; the acts of these plays progressing on endlessly. But when it came their own turn, it was often hard to let things go. If one must stand in the same court as the one who annihilated their own kingdom, and that man cavorted in the heavens, exceedingly flashy, then it must be vexing.” - hmmmm!!

“I’ve spoken too many words in this lifetime. What are you referring to?” - okay to be fair thats a mood

okay its nice to get some pei ming backstory and its funny that he and xie lian are bonding but also still whenever pei ming interacts with a female character my hackles rise like a cat lol

“Xie Lian watched as Banyue thought really hard before cheerfully pulling out a few long, wine-red scorpion-snakes, and putting them into the bubbling pot.” - THATS MY GIRL

“Although “smell” was something colourless and formless, the instant Banyue removed the pot cover, it was as if some mysterious physical object had twisted all the air around the mouth of that pot. The group stared at the sight within the pot for a long time. Their pupils reflected an endless, bottomless darkness; like it could pull them into the abyss. No words could describe the sentiment expressed within their eyes. A moment later, Xie Lian patted Banyue’s shoulder and gave a thumbs-up.” - like father-figure like daughter-figure. amazing.

“However, what if one day mortals discovered something completely new that ran faster than horses? Then, when this new invention overtook horses, worshippers of this heavenly official who controlled horses would inevitably decrease. Such heavenly officials, flashing by like shooting stars, made up the majority of the heavens.” - obsessed with this, genuinely. life and change. worship and its purpose. my religious studies diploma on my wall is screaming at me rn. ALSO i am once again thinking about celebrities

“...” It was only then that Pei Ming seemed to notice, and started to contemplate this question. A moment later, he answered, “A habit. In a dark, creepy place like this, isn’t it normal to hold women in your arms, to comfort them and calm their fears?” “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t scared,” Banyue said.” - BANYUE I LOVE YOU. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. god this takes me back to every college party i ever went to

LING WEN BACKSTORY????? shoeseller chosen for godhood bc she wrote a political essay and got arrested...... and now she’s face to face with the official who appointed her..... do go on.....

“Ling Wen laughed out loud, seeming to be enraged, and her voice dropped. “Very well! You said I couldn’t reach that high. Then, might I ask you: had the prominence of the Palace of Jing Wen at its peak ever reached even the knees of my Palace of Ling Wen??” - GET HIM!!!! BOO HISS JING WEN

“Compared to you, I’m not that bad,” Ling Wen said. “You’d personally order me to stay in the Palace of Jing Wen until midnight, then turn around and say I shamelessly hang around ‘til late to harass you. Words murder without form; I was much nicer responding with blatant violence.” - ling wen im love you..... also this bit... feels Real

BLOOD RAIN BLOOD RAIN BLOOD RAIN!! FLOWER PETALS TRANSFORMATION!!! see hua cheng? look as how cool it can be when you leave the story for a little while!! bc then you get to return and make an entrance!!

“Not only can you bring forth bloody rain, you can also make flowers shower. I didn’t know that. How fun!” - cute!! and in that moment we were all xie lian

“Everyone was stunned by his deed, and Ling Wen arduously gave him a thumbs-up. ”Ol’ Pei, what a man!” Pei Ming gritted his teeth. “WELCOME!” - aww three two tumors buddies!!

okay yin yu is here and xie lian did the equivalent of asking someone when the baby is due only to find out theyre not pregnant at all. then rong guang taunts yin yu and no one says anything. i do love the amount of awkward moments in this book tbh sometimes there are no words.

“All around was sand and mud crushing at him, exceedingly suffocating. The sand and mud was also moving endlessly; the feeling was like he was swallowed into the stomach of a giant monster, and that monster had also eaten a bunch of other things besides him, tumbling everything in its stomach, trying to digest” - ooooh creepy!!! the red string thing... is cute.... also xie lian being able to see hua cheng’s butterfly vision by looking directly into his eye is kinda cool. and obviously homoerotic.

“Are lower-ranked heavenly officials below other people?” Quan Yizhen asked. “No,” Yin Yu replied. Were they not? It was obvious that he himself didn’t believe in his own words, and Quan Yizhen also noticed. A good while later, he said bluntly, “I don’t like it here.” Yin Yu said nothing.” - im having emotions. and then yin yu also saying he doesnt like it there either.... also idk how this scene is going to play out but as much as im enjoying quan yizhen being an icon i can also possibly see how yin yu could eventually get to the point of “i am tired of being nice. i do just want to go apeshit” even if he really cares about qyz. it happens </3

“Indeed,” Hua Cheng said. “Half a year later when Quan Yizhen actually ascends, he won’t find it so funny anymore.” “Can we watch that part too?” Xie Lian asked. “We can. Hold on,” Hua Cheng replied.” - quan yizhen king of taking things literally. also why did this turn into hualian having a movie night

jian yu seems like the kind of asshole who would purposely give someone regular soda when they specifically asked for diet soda. god yin yu is really having a bad day i really feel for him in the whole situation with the brocade immortal

awww okay at least jian yu tried to take responsibility. im still mad at him tho that was objectively a terrible idea. god this whole situation sucked :(

“Rocks and earth crushed at them from all around, forcing their bodies to press tightly against one another, their faces brushing, their ears warm. Although it wasn’t the right time, a thought flashed through Xie Lian’s mind: “‘To die buried together’ doesn’t feel so bad.” - okay... im kind of emotional.... gay people....

okay obviously these murals and the prince of wuyong have some connection (im guessing pretty direct) to xie lian and are important but everytime they start analyzing one i feel like im back in art history class fhadskfhskjdhf not that thats a bad thing!! i liked art history a lot tbh

“Don’t worry, they’re not human,” Hua Cheng said. “It’s precisely because they’re not human that we have to worry, alright….” Xie Lian thought.” - goth ghost bf problems

xie lian: well, there is one person i trust more than anyone else, someone who’s first in my mind hua cheng, oblivious: oh :/ xie lian, also oblivious: what? hua cheng: you shouldnt trust so easily its dangerous xie lian: oh. haha. yeah. well. wanna,,, know who it is? hua cheng: its :) fine :) it :) doesnt :) matter :) but of course you can tell me if you want to gege xie lian, internally: well now ive made it weird hua cheng, 5 minutes later: actually i need you to tell me. right now. its totally for your security me: gay people smh

“As they suspected, he had been captured by Qi Rong. Although no one was bound by ropes, there were balls of greasily green ghost fires hovering over every one of their heads.” - completely off track but anybody else remember the great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts song

“Could there actually come a day when Qi Rong was embarrassed that someone might see the manner in which he ate? Before Xuan Ji entered, she put Guzi down. Guzi, ta-ta-ta, ran in, rushing straight to Qi Rong’s side. But when he saw him, he pointed his finger. He cried, “Dad is eating bad things in secret again!” “I’m not!” Qi Rong retaliated.” SCREAM IS QI RONG LEARNING THE POWER OF LOVE NOOOO also god that poor man whose body he has im starting to doubt if he’ll ever be free jimmy novak flashbacks

everytime we get another ghost king power somewhere someone should be writing hua cheng the cyborg bf in a high tech futuristic au i think thats the only other potential setting that could truly capture this wild ride

“In truth, throughout history, there was no man in the world who didn’t love bragging. A breeze could blow the handkerchief of a brothel girl into a man’s hand, and he would turn around and say the most beautiful of renowned escorts had fallen in love with him; holding shoes and wiping benches for the emperor’s mistress’s uncle’s grandson’s cousin’s mistress would for sure become him being an important administrator at the residence of royal relatives, raising his status. Thus, men who didn’t brag were a rare species.” - SCREAM this is going in my favorite tgcf quotes folder god... mxtx come here let me shake your hand

read the story of rain master yushi huang’s ascension. why am i crying. also this bit im crying again me with my stuffed animals “Thus, while Yushi Huang was cultivating at the Temple of Yulong, every time when she went to seek water and passed that door, she would rub the head of that ox. The door knocker soaked in her essence of life, and when the Rain Master ascended, the ox ascended with her.”

okay thats enough for now i have 7 more chapters to book 4!!! woo!!!

#tgcf liveblog #bedtime now but im excited to be moving on #mouse mumbles

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