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elliespeach · 1 year

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no chances part four | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"you still wanna ask me those questions?" ´ˎ˗

pairing: ellie williams x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on and off the court. warnings: 18+ we made it yall it's smut time. mentions of weed, foul language, explicit sexual descriptions, r! receiving fingering/head, thigh riding, scissoring, slight choking kink, fight then fuck kinda deal wordcount: 3.1k author note: hi hi lets pretend that the car ride actually took an hour they do it in minutes but lets just pretend ok? ok. i have been in a slump this week my brain is attacking me so i hope this is well enough for yall i didn't wanna leave u hanging!! i have plans i cannot share w you guys ab this series n i am hype asffff but anyway enjoy

when her car left the parking lot it was silent. the radio played softly but you or ellie didn’t utter a word. suddenly the reality of what she had offered sunk in, you two had an hour drive together. ellie focused on driving while you stared out into the window at the dark road. she had almost kissed you again and for the first time it didn’t raise any alarm bells in your head. everything was calm in those moments inches from her face, as if the world had been swept away from underneath the two of you. hearing the song on the radio dim out, your head turned to face her. ellie’s eyes were fixed on the road, one arm at the top of the wheel with the other resting on the gear knob. she caught you in her peripheral and her head turned slightly.

“we don’t even know wh–”

“i think you played–”

you both spoke over each other, attempting to awkwardly break the silence that had enveloped you. ellie laughed lightly and it was probably the first time you had ever heard her laugh, “you go,” she said, turning the wheel to make a left and you caught a glimpse at her hands, gripped firmly around the wheel and a memory of them doing the same to your hips flashed in your mind before you cleared your throat to rid of it.

“i was just gonna say we don’t even know who won the game,” you recalled, your hands placing themselves in your lap and pressing your legs together slightly.

“oh, yeah–” she swiveled her head to catch a quick glance at you before focusing back on the road. “my money’s on my team.” she said cockily, again turning the wheel with only one hand.

“only cause i wasn’t playing, right?” you banter, remembering her somewhat of a confession from your walk. she rolled her eyes but a small smile crept on the sides of her lips as she did.

“oh my god, that is not what i fuckin’ said,” she laughed again, another quick glance at you, who was smiling proudly earning another eye roll from her.

“what were you gonna say?” you asked her, peeling off your knee pads from your legs as they started to itch.

ellie glanced down at your movement, quickly pulling her eyes back up to the road, “oh uhm–” she readjusted her grip on the steering wheel. “just that, your coach was stupid to pull you, you were doing fine.”

your head snapped towards her, a dramatic shocked expression on your face. “a compliment? how did you not just implode spontaneously?”

ellie shifted in her seat, bringing her hand that was previously on the gear shift to the bottom of the wheel and leaning on the window with her now free arm. “just say thank you like a normal person?” her tone had a hint of annoyance but the sly smile on her face gave her away, and instead of prying it out of her you just accepted it.

“thanks–” your eyes darted back out to the road, out of the seclusion that was the community center and into a more urban area with street lamps and business on either side of the road. your eyes caught the highway sign right as you passed it and you sat up, your head turning to see it fade back into darkness as her car kept moving. “that was the highway,” you turned to her, her head snapping back as if to see the sign herself but her eyes returned to the road in front of her within seconds.

“fuck,” she uttered under her breath. the car started to slow down, taking a quick look around the road. “one sec,” she turned her car to the left, placing it as close to the curb as she could, then shifted the car into reverse. her arm swung around to the back of your headrest and her body moved with it. you couldn’t help but stare as she did, her eyes fixed on the road behind you. because of her positioning, you could see the outline of her muscle filled arm, as if she was flexing them. the movement of her upper body made her shirt ride up in the front, exposing some of her toned stomach and before any thoughts could come to mind you darted your eyes away.

ellie could feel as you watched and when she turned her head to meet your eyes they were already gone and she swiftly put the car back in drive before pulling away. the radio was the only thing audible in the car as she turned on the highway, picking up speed as she did and her car revved over the radio. you waited until she was comfortably cruising in the fast lane before speaking again, hating the words that came out of your mouth but not being able to do anything to stop yourself, “so can we talk about the big fat elephant that's in the car?”

ellie sighed while checking her rearview mirror then looking at you briefly, “if you want to,”

“why wouldn’t i?”

“i dunno,” she shrugged, keeping her eyes on the highway in front of her. it was quiet again but only for a moment before she continued. “i can’t give you an explanation, if that's what you want.” she almost sounded disappointed in herself.

“why not?”

ellie rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath in. “why don’t you give me an explanation?”

“because you kissed me, you cuddled with me, you almost kissed me again.” you listed off your reasons, using your fingers to count them off and she looked annoyed.

“i didn’t do it alone–” her tone was harsh, as if the conversation was treading on thin ice.

“yeah, but you started it.” you returned her attitude, feeling a familiar fight coming on.

“do you want me to sit here and tell you that i did it for a reason? there was no reason–” ellie used her hand that was resting on the gears to emphasize her words, feeling agitated that you brought this up when the ride was going smoothly. the high was wearing off between the two of you and with it went the calm that had settled too.

“why are you being so cagey?” your voice raised slightly. ellie switched lanes, seeing the exit she had to take in the distance.

“why are you asking so many fucking questions?” she returned your raised voice, turning the wheel to take the exit. the ramp was long and curved and she slowed to a stop at the red light at the end of it. taking the time to turn to you, a grimace on her face.

you groaned, crossing your arms and leaning your knees against the car door away from her. “just thought we could have a legit conversation, but that seems out of your capabilities.”

ellie pressed on the gas when the light turned green, making a turn towards your campus. the drive had felt like the longest and the shortest in your life, and now you kind of wished you took the bus. she remained quiet as you did, noticing your position in her passenger seat. “jesus fuckin’ christ,” she breathed out as the welcome sign to your campus came into view.

you started again, “i just think its funny becau–”

the car came to a halt on the deserted road sending you forward and you looked at her in disbelief. she quickly put the car in park and as you looked at her face only illuminated by the orange dashboard in front of her, you couldn’t read her. “what the hell, ellie?” you questioned, looking around and you thought she wanted you to walk the rest of the way.

her hands came up to your face, redirecting your focus to her. she cupped your cheeks and brought your lips to hers. although the anger for her in you was still firmly in your chest, you didn’t fight her instead leaning further into the kiss. her tongue found yours like it had in the bathroom weeks ago, slipping it’s way over your tongue harshly sending shivers throughout your body. butterflies danced in your stomach as her hand left your face, wandering down your body to explore.

you wanted to be closer, the middle console blocking any other physical contact you two could share. while still letting her tongue roam your mouth, you moved over the console and placed yourself in her lap. it was uncomfortable, but her hands instantly wrapped around your hips and slid down to grab your ass. you rocked your body against hers, liking the feeling of her underneath you and she squeezed your ass tightly. your lips disconnected from hers and instead found her neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses all over it. ellie’s breathing was barely recovering and as you kissed her neck, incoherent mumbles and short quick breaths filled your ears.

her hands that had been running up and down your back found their way in between you two, groping your tits firmly and you hummed against her neck at the feeling. the pressure formed between your legs all the faster as she massaged them, keeping one hand placed on your breast, squeezing as much as she could, she used her other hand and traced it up your chest to your neck, wrapping her fingers lightly around it. this pulled you back from her neck, making eye contact with her green eyes. though the green had vanished, replaced with dilated eyes glossed over with every touch you placed on her.

she studied your face, her hand still around your neck. her head tilted, taking you all in while you straddled her lap and a sly smile formed on her wet lips, “you still wanna ask me those questions?” her voice raspy, hoarse even and she tightened her grip on your neck ever so slightly. way different than it was before and it took everything in you not to melt in her lap.

“shut up,” you groaned, bringing your face back down to kiss her again, rolling your body against her. you could feel her smirk against the kiss, retreating her hands back down to your hips to move with them against her. the smirk didn’t diminish and this time it was you who snuck your hand up to her neck, gripping with the same firmness she had, you broke the kiss but hovered over her lips as her eyes opened to meet yours separated by only millimeters, “you are insufferable.”

a light chuckle came from her, sinking her fingers into your hips, “and yet here you are,” her neck extending to allow your grip to remain. there was a beat of silence, both of your heavy breathing over powering the radio that still played lightly in the background. you let go of her neck, sliding your hand down her torso and feeling her tits through the layers of clothing. she attached her mouth to your neck as you had done, sucking a little too hard and you worried about hickeys but it felt too good in the moment to tell her to stop. but she did and her words bounced off of your now sensitive skin, “do you have a roommate?”

that’s how you ended up barging into your dorm with her hands all over you, slamming the door shut behind her without ever breaking the kiss. she pushed you against the closest wall, gripping your skin in her hands before trailing kisses down your neck to your stomach, getting on her knees as she slid off your shorts to reveal the very small underwear you had on. she kissed your pussy through your underwear and you had to stop your knees from buckling at the feeling. a wet spot was very obviously noticeable on your panties and it only intensified ellie’s efforts. using her teeth she bit down on the top of your underwear, pulling it down as much as she could before your dripping cunt was in front of her. she used her fingers to move your panties down further, running her hands back up your legs as she looked up at you with lustful eyes.

she lifted one of your legs, slinging it over her shoulder before plunging her tongue into your folds. you bit down on your lip to keep from moaning and your fingers laced themselves in her auburn hair, her tongue already better than anything you could do to yourself. it traced circles on your clit and as she shoved herself deeper into your pussy, you couldn’t help the moans that slipped out of your mouth. with hearing this, ellie was brought back to the bathroom and her brain went into overdrive. she removed her tongue only to then suck on your clit, feeling your leg shake on her shoulder and she brought a finger up to run through your slick.

she looked at you as she did, her mouth a wet mess and you were in shambles above her. her finger teasingly ran up and down your exposed cunt, giving you just enough but not nearly anything close to the feeling over her tongue. your head leaned back against the wall and your eyes shut tight and she tsk’d, still moving her finger lightly, “eyes on me–” she breathed out, waiting for you to look back at her. when you did, a small smile formed on her lips and she brought her slender finger down your cunt. she slid her finger in, never taking her eyes off of you and watching as you crumble before her. when your chest started to heave as she thrust her finger in and out of you, she brought her mouth back to your clit.

you were a mess. dripping on her face and bucking your hips as she went to work, the sensation feeling too good and you felt the familiar twinge below your belly button. you were saying her name between breaths and it only made ellie go harder, pumping her fingers as quickly as she could and revolving her tongue through your slick. without warning she retreated, kissing your stomach while she stood back up. your hands found her face to drag her into a long kiss, she pulled you off of the wall and backed you into your own bed. your elbows propped you up as you watched her tower over you, you used this time to yank off your shirt and sports bra, leaving your chest bare for her.

ellie slipped off her own shorts, her underwear with it before climbing on top of you, reconnecting her lips to yours. you tugged on her shirt and it was off in seconds thrown god knows where. she sat up, tracing her fingers along your body as you laid beneath her and it looked like she wanted to say something but refrained herself. instead, lifting up one of your legs and placing herself so her own drenched pussy was atop of yours. she rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the wetness from both of you spread. mumbles left her mouth as she held your leg in the air, covering her own moans by placing soft and sweet kisses on your leg. ellie steadied herself by clutching onto one of your breasts. her pace began to be ragged, feeling herself come nearly undone. she looked down at you, mouth open and eyes in a haze as you gazed back up at her and despite nearing her finish she leaned down so that her thigh was now pressed against your cunt. you whined into her mouth as she kissed you, the tipping sensation leaving as quickly as it came.

she shuffled off of you, leaning her back to the wall and patted her lap. while you sat down on her lap, she removed her sports bra. her hands fell to your figure and she gazed at you, that unreadable expression still plastered on her face. she looked down at you on her lap and shook her head lightly, “like this–” she moved your body, lifting your leg to move her own out of the way so you were just sitting on her thigh. she tucked your knee in between her legs and her green eyes focused back on you.

moving your hips on her thigh, ellie kneaded on your tits. she enveloped them in her hands while your knee rubbed against her cunt. your hands rested on her legs behind you, back arching and tits out. ellie wasn’t able to conceal her moans at the sight of you and the feeling deep in her stomach. her hands dug into your thighs, pulling them with every thrust of your hips. “h-holy fuck,” she tossed her head back. the sound of her voice was enough for you to start moving faster, and as you did ellie straightened her posture. she wrapped her arms around your back, pulling you closer while you rocked desperately against her thigh.

your foreheads crashed, heavy and hot breath spread across each of your faces. with this, you unraveled. cursing coming out of your mouth along with her name in pants while you shook around her thigh, feeling on top of the world. ellie’s hands moved to your tits, watching you cum on her and feeling your tits in her hands she tipped over the edge as well. her breathing was ragged against you and her forehead left yours while she tipped her head back, eyes rolling. you fell on her chest, while both of you tried to return your breathing back to normal.

she sat with you for a few minutes in silence, you had moved off of her thigh and laid beside her, arm draped over her stomach. her arm was on your back, rubbing small circles. after a bit more of quiet, which seemed to be one of your specialities, you sat up and her eyes followed you. and again, you both spoke over each other.

“i should go to bed–”

“i should probably go–”

without much less, ellie pulled herself off the bed and collected her clothes that had been scattered. you pulled on your own shirt and the awkward silence was heavy in the room. after she had dressed she moved towards the door, hand on the handle. “i’ll see you at the next game?” her eyes scanned your face.

“yeah, i’ll see you then,” you said painfully and without so much of a second glance she left, the door swinging shut behind her.

part five

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miaisinlovewithlukehughes · 1 month

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It’s so easy to love you

Luke HughesXOc/reader

Okay let’s get this show on the road… I guess

Uhm description yeah

I cannot stand the y/n thing so sorry but we’re gonna give her a name, Victoria Tkachuk, as you could guess she’s Brady and Matt’s sister, her other sister is away at college, justice for Taryn…

Handsome ass? Sorry, we’re gonna kick it off with Victoria and Luke on the way to the lake house

Warnings: language, implied sex but nothing explicit, having each others underwear? It’s an accident I swear, I think that’s it but let me know if you catch anything else

You look over to Luke from your position in the passenger seat, he looks troubled. Although, that’s to be expected when you’re going to be spending practically the entire summer cooped up in a house with your brothers and his brothers, while still trying to manage keeping this a secret from them. It’s not like it happened on purpose, it just kinda happened. It’s been going on for 5 months pretty much smoothly, other than duker being a pain in the ass and flaunting that he’s the only one who knows. You guys didn’t even tell him, he just walked in at an inconvenient time…

“You good lukey?” You ask with a concerned smile, he glances from the road to you in one fleeting moment and returns a nice smile. “Yeah Vicky don’t worry about me, just worried about how much time I’m gonna be losing with you cuz of those dimwits” he says while keeping his focus on the road “I know honey but your just gonna have to endure it for the time being, besides we’ll be back to the dorms before you know it” you say while raising a hand to rub at his arm. As far as your brothers are concerned you and Luke barely know each other, just because it was like that before. Your parents use to own a lake house just like the Hughes down here and you would spend a lot of time together but you and Luke never really spoke despite being the closest in age. You only started talking when you both got into Umich, you didn’t really know anyone when you started so when you saw Luke at a party you ran to him as a safety net, turns out he only really knew his hockey buddies and also needed a bit of a safety net. From then on you two were inseparable, the best of friends, then after one night at a party, things got a bit heated and you became more than the best of friends. You snap out of your small flashback when Luke reaches over the dash to grab your thigh “it’s gonna be hard keeping my hands to myself all summer long baby” he says with a sly smirk on his face “oh well your just gonna have to manage now won’t you?” You say with a chuckle and grab his hand on your thigh.

You guys pull up to the house and Luke takes his hand out of yours and places it back on the dash… wow an entire summer of this. You look over at him with a small frown and check your surroundings before placing a small kiss on his lips, “for all the times I won’t be able to do that when I want to these next couple of months” you say leaning back into your own seat. “Great cuz that’ll make up for it” Luke says with a small smile and a roll of his eyes. You look to the house to see all the annoying little shits come running out… oh lord.

“Hey matty!” You say as you get out of the car, of course Matthew is the first one to get to you. “Hey little sis!!” Matthew says as he bear hugs you. As you’re struggling to breath, you feel another familiar pair of arms wrap around you further cutting off your air flow. “Hi Brady! Alrighty boys let’s loosen up a bit and remember not to strangle our sister please!” You say hitting Matthew’s chest a bit. “Right sorry” Brady says a bit flustered, you smile at the two that you haven’t seen in so long and risk a glance over at Luke who seems to be going through a similar process trying try pry Jack off of him, while Quinn is on the sidelines laughing. You chuckle at their antics and look back to your own fuck faces “alright dumb and dumber how about we start unloading the car please and thank you!” You say with a snap of your fingers. They look annoyed at the nicknames and you can definitely hear Brady mumbling about some “bossy” but don’t care. You step to the trunk and pull it open with the press of a latch, “okay so orange bags are mine, red bags are Luke’s” you say pointing to the luggage, the boys take the orange bags and begin the walk up to where you’ll be staying, you grab the last bag of yours and make your way to the front to grab your blanket.

As you open the door to the house your greeted with the familiar sight of the home you grew to be so fond of, as well as the familiar sent of candles and air fresheners Ellen must have stocked before she left a couple weeks ago with Jim, they came to visit Luke at the dorms and popped by yours to see how you were doing as well, you do truly love them. You look over to the flight of stairs and messily make your way up trying not to drop your blanket you are hanging onto by a fingernail, as you finally make it to the top you follow the sound of laughter and thuds, it’s gonna be a long two months. You push open the door to see the boys messing with your bags and throwing your clothes at each other. Children you swear “boys!” You yell starting them into dropping whatever is in their hands “put whatever you threw around back into my bags and at least let me try to unpack before messing with my things.” You say already tired of them. They have guilty looks on their faces and start putting things back, they give you a measly little smile each and scatter out of the room. You sigh and set your things on the bed before making your way back downstairs. You see Jack, Quinn, and your Luke talking and laughing, the boys spot you and Jack comes running. He hugs you and picks you up a little “hey little Tkachuk how’s it going” he says setting you down, you’re still a bit startled by the interaction and laugh with wide eyes “I’m good, how are you rowdy?” You ask and glance over to Quinn who hugs you gently and back away “hey kid” he says “hey quinny” you say with a grin, you put your attention back on Jack who looks to be vibrating with excitement “okay who gave this kid caffeine” you say with a small laugh and point to Jack looking him up and down “shutup” he says hiding a small smirk. You just roll your eyes and look over to Luke who seems to already be looking at you “bags unpacked yet?” he asks you with a slight nod of his head “nooo…” you say looking to the staircase, “well then how about you go do that” he says sounding annoyed, but he’s still sporting a small smile “finnneee” you say and make your way back upstairs.

As you make it to your small room again you head to the bed where you’ve set your bags, and unzip them one by one, you start to slowly go through them and lazily throw them in your drawers, top drawer will be bras and underwear, other top drawer will be socks and bathing suits, the drawer under that will be shirts, the drawer next will be pants, the drawer under that with be shorts and the final drawer will be hoodies, what you didn’t have a drawer for though would be Luke’s boxers… when the fuck did that get into your luggage, sure you had a few shirts and hoodies and maybe even sleep shorts but you do not remember this being in here. You ball them up in your hands and make your way across the hall to your boyfriend’s room, you don’t bother knocking and just walk in and close the door behind you. He looks behind him with an unimpressed expression until he sees it’s you, his eyes widening in surprise and his eyebrows raising “oh hey what are you doing in here, couldn’t take it, needed to be with me so soon?” He says in a mocking tone. You roll your eyes “no you little shit because of what I just found in my duffle” you say and throw the boxers at him with a surprising amount of strength for it being a thin piece of clothing. He looks down and starts laughing “what is so funny.” You say annoyed. “You packed my boxers?” He says still chuckling “oh no I did not fucker egg, or at least I didn’t mean to, stop leaving ur shit in my room” you say and start to make your way out. You stop when you hear Luke’s voice from behind you pipe up “oh you’re one to talk princess” he says pulling a pair of red lace panties from his duffel. “What!” You say making a move to grab them, he pulls them away at the last second “uh uh, finders keepers” he says with an annoying smirk on his face.

“Oh what do you even need those for give them back” you say reaching for them again “whatever I want.” He says with a smile and shoves them back into his bag. “Oh yeah what if someone sees those in your room huh, there’s only one girl in this house” you say crossing your arms. “I’m willing to take that risk, but are you willing to take the risk of being in my room with no explanation, when we aren’t even that close Victoria?” He says pushing you towards the door. You scoff and open the door “this is not over… perv” you say walking out the door and closing his harder than necessary and make your way back to your own room.

Okay we’re gonna end it here, because this is gonna be a series, sorry this is so short but it’s late and I’m tired but hey at least we started it right? … right?

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skyddish · 3 months

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aftg fic but it's going sooo slowly I'm just posting parts that made me giggle and eventually I'll write the full thing: Ft. Nicky the Menace

“You guys have been in there a while and we parked five minutes ago…” Nicky peered into the truck, cupping his eyes against the glass to see inside. “Should Dan be worried?” Matt said, “Don’t say that.” But Aaron was already pulling the car’s handle to wham Nicky with the door.

Aaron collapsed into a bean bag and sent a few message updates to Kaitlyn. Mid sentence, Aaron felt a prying gaze appear over his shoulder and he snapped his head to look at Nicky, whose face was inches away. He didn’t even look ashamed. “...Can I help you?” Aaron asked. “That doesn’t look like pizza.” Nicky deadpanned.

Responding from the window, Andrew said, “My dear child, I cannot bend this Gascon pride of mine to accept such a kindness.” The reference made Aaron grimace and he said dryly, “Cyrano was deeply in love with his cousin… FYI.” He trailed off, pretending to be too invested in his phone to see the look Andrew gave him.

“Dude. If you aren't gonna try, let someone else play.” Kevin said, “Damn.” Aaron flipped him off. “It's not his fault he’s an awful driver." Nicky defended him. "Aaron tried his best.” Aaron gave him the finger too. His phone lit up again but it wasn’t a notification from Nicky this time. Aaron tossed his controller aside and unlocked his phone. Fuck you Kevin, play by yourself. “So you can't text me back?” Nicky protested, scooping up the abandoned controller. “And I heard the clown ringtone, by the way— Rude. But when that nice flowery ringtone texts you, you drop everything? Typical.” He sneered. “You guys are right next to each other.” Kevin squinted. "Why are you texting him?" Nicky's smile fumbled and he laughed nervously, glancing in Andrew’s direction. “We were talking about you Kevin.” He said. “Yeah~ I watched the way you dabbed your pizza with that napkin. Only pussies are scared of greasing up their organs like a car.” His tone said Right, Aaron? but his eyes said Help Me.

Nicky's gasp broke the atmosphere. He was staring at his phone with wide eyes, his trembling hand covered his mouth, and Aaron steeled himself for bad news. Nicky was usually the first to warn them of public backlash, since he was the monster with the most online engagement. Aaron just hoped it wasn’t something that could get any of them murdered. Nicky lowered his hand and read from his phone screen, looking up at each of them. He said, “I just found out Alaska has the second highest rate of incest in the U.S.” Nobody said anything for a moment and Aaron stared at him. After a beat, he asked, “You’re fucking kidding, right?” Nicky's reaction would've been less severe if a teammate died. He just shook his head in disbelief and as if to prove it, tilted the phone toward them. The search bar read, ‘Alaska have incest?’ and the answer was yes. “The first on the list was Florida.” Nicky said, completely serious. “Maybe you should move there.” Andrew suggested. “Obviously they need more diversity.”

#aftg #aftg headcanon #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #Cyrano reference in 2024?#he would #fanfic #Aaron pov #ao3

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f1amboyant · 1 year

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I was tagged what feels like a million years ago by @f1-stuff (thank youuu ❤️ Sorry it took me so long to get to it 🤍)

Share a snippet of a current WIP!

I only have 2 WIPs at the moment (even though I have a looooot of ideas for other stuff), so here is a little snippet of a/b/o charlos 🫣

They don’t usually work out together. No, scratch that. They never work out together. It’s not that they actively avoid each other for one reason or another. It’s not because they’re Alpha and Omega. It’s just how it is. Andrea and Rupert train them with very different methods, in very different locations, at very different times, so Charles and Carlos never work out together.

Until they do.

It was bound to happen really. After all, they run in the same circle, work with the same team, go to the same location every race weekend. It was absolutely, undoubtedly, bound to happen, yet Charles never thought about it. If he had to put a thought to it, he would have said that yeah, of course he could work out next to Carlos. Why not? Because his teammate is an Omega? Come on. He’s not some mindless animal, he can control himself.

He can’t.

He absolutely undoubtedly can’t. One step inside the gym and he suddenly realizes his mistake. The sweet sweet scent of Omega, of Carlos, fills his lungs and all Charles’ blood runs south. He stumbles inside the room, dizzy with want and omegaomegaomega. His eyes jump from equipment to equipment until he finds him. Fuck.

Carlos is leaning down on one of the benches, lifting weights with strong and beautiful arms. Soft enticing groans escapes his mouth with every set. His feet lay flat on the floor and his thighs spread wide.

Charles cannot think straight.

“Okay, one more. Come on.”

The voice tears him out of his daze just enough to see Rupert, standing right beside Carlos, monitoring his driver like any trainer would do. Charles gets the sudden urge to growl and shove him away from Carlos, from the Omega.

Mine.

Fuck. That’s not good.

Flushed from head to toe, with a hard on he can barely conceal and a brain slowly leaking out of his ears, Charles leaves flees. He barricades himself into his room, jerks off in shame, then takes a shower and goes out for a run. He’ll train in the gym later (he’ll probably have to ask Andrea to find another gym entirely for him if he wants to get anything done).

This time, he actively avoids Carlos. His inner Alpha is screaming at him to get closer to the Omega of their dream, but no. Charles is a very good and very respectful Alpha. He knows to get away from the room and give him some privacy when Carlos’ hormones go haywire. Is he going into heat? Is that why his scent was so strong? Maybe. But Charles will not pry.

(He sometimes fantasizes about being with Carlos during one of his heats. In those shameful moments of pining, he gets so hard he can barely think straight and he pops his knot into his unfulfilling fist almost every single time, imagining someone else with him (Carlos)).

Is he in love with Carlos? Maybe.

Is he lusting over his teammate? Definitely. From quite some time now. Nothing can really happen between them though. They are teammates. That would be such a mess. And mostly, Carlos never said anything to indicate he would be interested too (Charles hasn’t said anything either) (Charles doesn’t count their constant touching) (Carlos is tactile with everyone, it doesn’t mean anything if he touches Charles a lot) (A LOT) (even if Charles wants it to mean something) (even if Charles’ skin blaze with every single contact and his heart hammers in his chest painfully wanting)

ANYWAY.

This is behind the point. The point is Charles is a good and respectful Alpha and he retreats to his room, trying not to bother Carlos.

Except, there’s a knock at the door and when Charles opens it, Carlos is right there, smelling like heatheatheatheat. Charles’ mouth waters so fast he might get dehydrated and die.

“You’re in heat,” Charles blurts out.

That explains the strong scent in the gym earlier. That explains the intoxicating sweetness permeating the air on Charles’ door step and slowly filling his lungs. Charles never actually smelled Carlos’ heat before but there’s no mistaking that particular scent.

Carlos raises an eyebrow.

“I know, cabrón. I just…” he trails off, looking for his words, voice ruff and a little unsure.

He scratches at his neck, like he often does while thinking and Charles’ eyes narrow down on the thick column of the exposed neck. He wants to BITE.

“Can I come in?”

“But you’re in heat. How…? How do you…? Why…?”

Charles doesn’t know how to end his sentence. His brain shut off and doesn’t seem to work properly anymore. When Carlos threads his fingers through his hair and sends a new wave of sweet sweet Omega in heat scent, Charles nearly collapses. Fuck.

“I know I usually spend my heats with Lando,” Carlos is saying, voice still a little raspy. “But he is not here. So can I stay with you?”

“I’m not Lando,” Charles answers immediately.

I’m not an Omega, he really wants to say. But he is dumb. Stupid. So so stupid.

“I know, cabrón.” Carlos laughs and that sweet sweet sound goes straight to Charles’ crotch. Fuuuuuck. “But I trust you. I need someone I can feel safe with. Please?”

#charlos #charlos fic snippet #a/b/o #alpha charles leclerc #omega carlos sainz jr #feel free to ask me about this or any other work #my ask box is open

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taylortruther · 3 months

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Hello!!

I recently discovered your blog and I love the way you voice your opinions. I'm not a Swiftie per se, but I am deeply interested in her discography and I follow the Eras Tour a lot(especially the surprise songs), so yeah. I had a theory about Taylor and Joe but i never shared it with anyone because it felt like crossing into the parasocial territory lol, but i feel like I can share it with you!

So I always had this thought that Taylor used to think that she will probably slide into a sort of a "veteran" territory of musicians- not like she will not release music at all, but her music will never catapult her to the level of success she had with Fearless or 1989 (like she said in Miss Americana), especially during Lover. So many performances and interviews during Lover to push that album as compared to little or no interviews and promotion during Midnights and TTPD (Yes, they were promoted too but it was more of a marketing push than her own efforts to promote it via interviews and performances). And she was not wrong, especially the way women are treated in music and acting fields as soon as they touch 30. Folklore was a surprise drop, and she probably dropped it with a thought that only her dedicated fanbase will enjoy it, like what happens with music veteran musicians drop. That period where she wrote Folklore and Evermore were probably the closest glimpse in Taylor and Joe's ideal life together in future- away from the prying eyes, living in peace, them collaborating on Taylor's music and Taylor supporting his career. After all, it worked very well for them during Reputation. It was sort of an unspoken path they silently agreed on. But then Folklore and Evermore gave her commercial as well as critical success, her rerecordings of Fearless and Red (which were also a project she thought will only be enjoyed by her fans) compounded that success- and she finally understood that this is her chance to have that level of success again- and she thought that Joe will support her. But probably their ideas of moving forward sadly clashed with each other. She was not only breaking their silent pact, but she was moving towards that level of success he was not comfortable with on a personal level at all. And the sad part is that I totally understand both of them. If someone as ambitious as Taylor was given a chance at success after thinking for years that she simply won't, it's so natural to take that chance. I would have too. But if your partner is wildly successful, it not only creates this unwanted resentment in your head but you're also scrutinized for not "stepping up". She kept choosing that "pain", and he kept wanting it "comfortable".

(Again, not wanting to step into the parasocial territory. I do not know these people and I cannot speak for them, but yeah. Just some thoughts based on her discography because Midnights was such an interesting era for me)

i think some of this is supported by ttpd - there was resentment and uncertainty he even wanted to be with her ala so long london, "he was a hot house flower to my outdoorsman," she said she tried dimming the shining in the epilogue! we don't know for a fact that joe hated she was successful because it made him feel lesser, but she does at one point say (about joe or matty) "you said i needed a brave man then proceeded to play him" implying that part of swindle was that he told her her life was too big, too complicated, too hard for anyone but someone willing to handle it all.

and it's just a really common phenomenon in relationships: growing apart, growing resentful, being in denial, not being able to give each other what you want. that's why "all breakups are the same" is the tagline here!

thanks for your thoughts bestie, interested in hearing more if you feel like sharing!

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serensama · 5 days

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In Sacrifice, Glory: Chapter 5

Thank you @illneverrecover <3 Read on Ao3

Cassandra had been muttering under her breath since their meeting with the Templars. Every so often she would burst out with a ‘Has Lord Lucius truly gone mad?’ or ‘How could he do this?!’ startling them to no end. She remained distracted as they searched for clues for the friend of Red Jenny, with the warrior often walking into the back of Varric and never rising to the occasion to any of his barbs. The dwarf looked at Elissa and Solas completely at a loss as to how to break the Seeker from her thoughts, and they all silently agreed to give her the time to adjust to the knowledge there was a newer, more sinister leader of the Seeker order.

It was not until another elf made herself known at their rendezvous point did she snap out of her self-imposed daze, the loud and lairy rogue bright enough to shock someone back from the brink of death.

“Y-You, you are the Friend of Red Jenny?” she asked, mouth slack and surprise plastered across her face, her expression only deepening the more she heard the woman talk.

“Well yeah, one of them anyways. Name’s Sera. This is cover. Get round it. For the reinforcements. Don’t worry. Someone tipped me their equipment shed. They’ve got no breeches,” she giggled, a look of pure cheekiness upon her young face.

“Breeches?” Cassandra echoed, completely confused and struggling to catch up with what was happening. She looked between her companions to see if she was the only one who felt as if she no longer understood the Common tongue with the way this stranger wielded it. Cassandra glanced at Elissa who only shrugged but readied her staff for whatever was to come their way.

Thankfully the fight was quick and the Herald and Sera seemed to understand each other and made light work of recruiting the archer and her network of ‘people’ to aid the Inquisition; their brief interaction ended with Sera skipping away from their group with a promise to meet them back at Haven.

“That is by far the oddest elf I have ever met,” Cassandra baulked after her as she shook some blood off her blade.

Solas made a strangled noise at the back of his throat and gawked at Cassandra. “Oh no Seeker, this has nothing to do with her being an elf at all, we have all had the pleasure to bear witness to what a storm looks like trapped in skin,” he groused, shaking his head disbelievingly.

“Yeah, and yellow plaid slacks,” Varric chuckled as he pulled out his book and wrote something down that made him snort at his own cleverness. Elissa tried to peek over his shoulder but he noticed and snapped the book shut from her prying eyes with a small smirk.

“What, are you writing a note to buy some for yourself? Sorry to break it to you Master Tethras but you couldn’t pull it off,” she tutted with mock sincerity which earned her a light snicker from Solas. “Solas on the other hand could definitely make those trousers work.”

Solas abruptly stopped laughing which caused Cassandra to snort inelegantly; allowing for Varric to write an additional note about them all undisturbed. Elissa could only imagine the tales the dwarf was spinning about them, but she yearned to be there when it was all over; sat by the fire to hear him recount their tales just like he had about Hawke and their friends. She could envision it, everyone- right there with her as they listened to the storyteller well into the night. The madness they were currently fighting, nothing more but an entertaining memory to warm them for years to come.

A distant tolling of a clock let her know just how late it was, reminding her that she had yet to rest since leaving Val Royeaux earlier that morning. Elissa suggested that they head back to their lodgings and get cleaned up and get whatever rest there was to be had. They had to have their wits about them, she knew that for sure. She could almost hear Leliana in her ear, a faded memory playing in her mind. ‘You cannot enter an Orlesian event without arming yourself. Douse yourself in etiquette and only speak if you can promise a chance of intrigue; pair it with the right shoes, Lissa- and they cannot touch you!’

Unfortunately for her she only had the boots the Inquisition had commissioned for her, it would just have to be enough for First Enchanter Vivienne... whoever the hell she was. Elissa squeezed her eyes shut to try to block the ringing in her ears and the creeping pain across her temples as the memory faded away, the pit of worry in her stomach descending ever further. Each time she gained a memory it was always accompanied by pain. She could not shake the feeling that whatever her mind was hiding from her was so sinister, that it may be better to continue on as she was. That whatever her past held, was better left forgotten.

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Orlesians.

She couldn’t have been bloody Orlesian. The only one she could stomach for any great length was Leliana. Of course she understood pomp and pageantry but these people took it to a level she could not grasp. A part of her appreciated the beauty of it all; their architecture, their fashion and the general opulence the empire held- but if she had to listen to another Orlesian noble harp on about some random Vicomte or Baroness she would try to drown herself in the shallow fountain in the centre of the room.

She had already managed to convince a Comte and Comtesse that everything they heard about her and the Inquisition was true. She was just about to tell them that at night bluebirds came down from upon high, to lift up her blankets and tuck her in and sing her sweetly to sleep. Unfortunately a particularly sour fellow interrupted her and started challenging her to a duel. She was about to accept and thus escape the inane drivel of the salon when ice encased the man, not letting him move, let alone breathe.

Did she do that? She had thought that was getting her magic under control but-

“My dear Marquis, how unkind of you to use such language in my house... to my guests. You know such rudeness is- intolerable.”

Oh thank goodness. It wasn’t her.

Their host, a fiercely clad woman in ivory and silver, turned on her heel to address her. “My Lady, you are the wounded party in this unfortunate affair. What would you have me do with this foolish, foolish man?”

Elissa did not bother to glance over at the frozen Marquis in case the irrational thought of smashing him to bits with her staff proved too tempting.

“I did not come here for the Marquis or to take heed of any nonsense he or anyone else may espouse. Truthfully he bores me, so I leave him to you, to do as you please with him,” she replied, trying to sound as aloof as possible to play to the crowd that had stopped to watch their every move. She slowly released her held breath to ensure her nervousness remained hidden; relieved their host had chosen to spare the idiot, publically humiliate him true, but spared him nonetheless. Whilst she certainly didn't like him, she would never wish him dead.

Once the Marquis made his shameful exit and the rest of the party had spread out to continue with their Orlesian style revelry, the mage motioned for Elissa to follow her to a more private area to talk.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Vivienne, First Enchanter of Montsimmard and Enchantress to the Imperial Court,” she declared so confidently that had she offered her hand to Elissa, she would have taken it and kissed it without a moment’s hesitation. “I wanted to meet you face to face, it is important to consider one’s connections carefully. As the leader of the last loyal mages of Thedas, I feel it only right that I lend my assistance to your cause.”

She bristled at the term “loyal mages” but decided not to prod at the snap happy First Enchanter lest she be turned into the next ice sculpture of the salon.

“Why seek me or the Inquisition out, Lady Vivienne? You seem quite well off here already as First Enchanter and Enchantress to the Empress, what’s in this for you?” Elissa questioned wanting to understand this woman’s motivations. She watched as the Enchanter smirked and tilted her chin up, somehow making herself seem even more larger than life than before.

“The same thing anyone gets by fighting this chaos. The chance to meet my enemy and to decide my fate. I will not wait quietly for destruction,” she declared, her body language screaming at Elissa to dare to contradict her.

She had to give it to the evening’s host, she was every bit as fierce in persona as her bold choice in attire. Perhaps she had found another Orlesian she didn’t immediately want to kill by choking them with their own frilled collars.

“The Inquisition will be happy to have you, Lady Vivienne,” she smiled as she called over a wandering server with sparkling wine and took two long stemmed glasses, one for each of them. Vivienne quietly thanked her and offered the rim of her glass for Elissa to clink against her own in celebration.

“Great things are beginning, my dear. I can promise you that,” she proclaimed before taking a long sip.

“Oh of that I’ve no doubt First Enchanter,” Elissa agreed, raising her glass up in salutation to the frost mage. “No one dressed as fabulously as you are could promise no less.” Vivienne’s mouth pouted and twitched at the corners, Elissa surmised that was the Orlesian equivalent of a smile.

“My darling, oh I do think I actually like you. Well done,” she acknowledged as she moved back into the thrall of nobles, leaving Elissa to her own questioning whether gaining the Enchantress’ approval was something to be applauded or feared.

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“I just got back Leliana,” Elissa groused as she stared down the Spymaster from across the war table. At least the redhead had the humility to look abashed by her request. To think she had just literally swung her leg off of Charlotte and handed her reins to Master Dennett, when a scout raced out letting her know that her presence was requested inside the Chantry. Maker be praised that she didn’t need to relieve herself first, perhaps have something to eat or even try to pretend the inside of her thighs weren’t burning something dreadful due to the travel to and from Val Royeaux. If there was one thing Elissa was damned sure of, she was going to teach the former Left and Right Hands of the Divine some bloody patience.

“I understand that Herald, and I would not think to ask if it were not important,” she implored as she pointed to a mark on the Hinterlands. “This is the last known sighting of the Warden.”

Elissa scratched at her neck in irritation, racking her brain for a reason why Leliana thought it imperative for them to find some random Warden, it wasn’t even about Darkspawn, what good would the Grey Wardens be?

“Surely it is more important for me to get to Redcliffe and meet with Fiona and see if she and the other mages would join our cause? Can we not look for him on the way back after speaking to her, or better yet, after we’ve finished what needs to be done with the Breach?” she asked, pointing at the map herself. “It does not make sense that we wander around the entire expanse of that countryside looking for one man, that has nothing to do with what we’re trying to accomplish here.”

Leliana looked like she wanted to smack Elissa on the back of the head but instead plotted the proposed course she would take with her finger in order to find this Warden Blackwall.

“I am not sure that is entirely true Herald,” she stated, waiting for Elissa to show curiosity at what she said before continuing. “The Grey Wardens have now disappeared both in Ferelden and in Orlais, and we need answers as to why. My last contact here within the Wardens has stopped responding to me and I hear no reports at all from Vigil’s Keep… we cannot rule out that they know something that we do not, and knowledge is everything. Warden Blackwall is the best key to get that knowledge.”

Elissa sighed heavily and acquiesced, she knew that Grey Wardens were important to their world and with all the craziness that had been happening, she would be foolish to discount the possibility that something had happened to them too. She was not happy about it, but she would do it. The weary mage gathered up all the missives relating to the Warden and carefully placed them in her pack before giving the Sister a withering glare.

“I did not mean you had to go right away Elissa!” she called out as she made her way out of the Chantry.

“There’s no need for me to get comfortable if all I’m to do is leave again, I’ll just restock on some supplies and be on my way,” she sniped over her shoulder, waving to Josephine as she passed her office. “See you when I see you.”

Josephine rushed from behind her desk to see the Herald stomp off into the village, clearly annoyed but still kind enough to say hello to everyone who greeted her. Leliana looked over at the diplomat and shrugged, unsure if she should go after her and try to make nice before she left the camp again.

“Did you tell her why you were sending her out there instead of one of your scouts?” Josie asked, already knowing the answer.

Leliana shook her head and pursed her lips, thinking of the best way to reply to her Antivan friend. She retreated back to the war room knowing that the ambassador would follow until she received her answer.

“No Josie, I did not tell her the reason I sent her,” she relented as she carefully slid herself onto the corner of the table.

“Was that not your mistake then? If you told her why you thought it was important maybe she would have been more understanding?” she reproached her, looking far too similar to a Reverend Mother admonishing her young initiates.

“Because the last time I told her something she passed out Josie,” she bit out more harshly than she intended. “So I thought, if she were to meet with a warden, talk to them, perhaps that would help jog her memory naturally and she wouldn’t have to go through more pain.”

Josephine gave her a sad but understanding smile and motioned for Leliana to make room for her on the table to sit beside her.

“Alright, that makes sense. But why did we have to send her? We know where he is and we could have invited him here to Haven, ready to speak to her,” she asked, trying to understand her reasoning. Leliana opted to keep those reasons secret, mainly because they were not hers to say. She had gleaned from her time with both Elissa and Alistair that not only could they sense darkspawn, they could also sense other wardens. If Elissa could feel whatever it was they felt when looking for the Warden, perhaps that was the key to unlocking who she was.

“The more she is seen out in the field, doing the people’s work- they will see through the lies the other clerics have been spewing about her, about the Inquisition. She needs to be seen amongst the people and not someone leading an army to take over Thedas,” she said instead, not entirely a lie, but definitely not the whole truth. It would be of great benefit indeed to their cause for the people to see Elissa as one of them, though it would be even better if they saw the Herald of Andraste was also the Hero of Ferelden.

Josephine linked arms with her and lay her head on Leliana’s shoulder, enjoying the reprieve from her never ending mountain of correspondence.

“You do realise you will have to somehow make it up to her, yes? She had been on the road for quite a while with little to no rest... she probably feels more like the Inquisition’s lackey than any sort of Herald,” she said, jostling her friend slightly when she did not reply.

“I know, I’ll speak to her when she gets back...” Leliana faded off at the sharp look Josephine gave her, “...after she has had a long rest and is ready to discuss things with me.”

Josephine smiled proudly and nodded her approval at the Spymaster’s change of tactics then hopped off the table.

“A fine plan, perhaps you could make a night of it then? I could give you one of the bottles of wine I’ve brought along from my family’s vineyard and you can both get drunk and bond like two noble ladies sneaking into the cellar after a ball.”

“That sounds awfully like something you are suggesting from your personal experience, Lady Montilyet,” Leliana chuckled as the diplomat’s mouth opened and closed in surprise.

“Of course not Sister Leliana,” she gasped, smoothing down the front of her blouse. “I would never sneak and I would also never wait until aftera ball, all the best wine would have already been drunk.”

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The bloody pack would not stay fastened to Charlotte no matter what she did; she could not tell if she had managed to forget how to secure the damned thing in the two hours she was back in Haven or if the bag had somehow broken. Elissa pulled it down to inspect it closer, only for the loosened flap to open and spill out her newly acquired provisions. She threw her bag down and raised a shaking hand to shield her eyes from the midday sun, unsure if she was going to swear or scream or cry. Maybe all three, she deserved to treat herself.

She heard someone greet her and looked down at her feet. A man was bent over picking up her dropped items, brushing off the dirt and snow from each object before carefully placing them into her pack.

“Oh Commander, you don’t have to do that-” she started, ducking down to help him.

“It is no trouble,” he interrupted her, giving her a warm smile. “Sometimes this is the Maker’s way of telling us to stop for a moment.”

“Is this the Commander’s way of ordering me to stop for a moment?” she questioned, grin playing at her lips at the way he paused at her gentle teasing.

“Not so much an order as it is wise counsel. It will do you well to take a second before heading out to -?”

“The Hinterlands. Leliana wants me to go out and search for a random man in a random place,” she frowned as she threw the rest of her belongings into the pack to save any further embarrassment at having the head of the army pick up after her, like the parent of a petulant child after throwing a hissy fit.

“Certainly, and as uh, important as that mission sounds, it would serve you better to have some rest and go back out there with your head screwed on straight. I’ve seen many great soldiers not come back because they were too tired to think clearly,” he explained as he secured her bag and attached it to the back of Charlotte- who did not look impressed to be travelling so soon, much like her mistress.

Elissa could not argue it was indeed wise counsel. She remembered seeing soldiers come back from a campaign and some so weary they did fall off their horses. She hissed when a sharp pain exploded from the back of her eyes and she fell against her horse for support. Cullen’s gloved fingers gently took hers in hand- she had not realised she had clasped them around her face- and pulled them down to examine her.

“Herald, are you alright?” he asked, panic colouring his voice. Elissa slowly opened one eye and then the other, afraid another pang would hit her. The world unblurred and she was looking into warm pools of honey, scanning her face and hands frantically for any injury. “Did something hit you? Are you unwell? I should call for Solas-” he scrambled, already waving for the nearest scout to come to him.

Elissa stilled him and waved back the running scout, apologising for scaring him over nothing and that she was perfectly fine.

“Fine is it? Is that why you’re still holding onto my arms to stand upright Herald?” he said, calling her out on her little white lie.

“Jokes on you Commander, I was just holding onto you because I’m trying to steal this fantastic surcoat of yours, it is far prettier than anything I own and- ah!,” she gasped as another bout of pain attacked her senses, her fingers clinging onto his armguards.

Ignoring her protests he guided her over to the closest tent and sat her down, he had thought to carry her but he was not sure what that would do to her pride and for the troop’s morale. To them, she really was the Herald of Andraste and he was not going to shatter any illusions that kept their spirits high.

“Please stay here, have something warm to drink and you can get some rest-”

“Truly, Commander, it’s fine, I’m fine-”

“No, you’re not. So now it is an order. You will stay here until I or Solas give you clearance, do you understand me Herald?” he asserted as he pressed a cup of freshly brewed tea into her hand, wrapping his hands around her smaller one to make sure she had a safe grip on it.

Elissa stared up at him, even as he knelt down and crouched forward; he was so much bigger than she was. Everything about him was large and strong. The pain she felt swiftly receded and replaced with a rush of something else, his touch and manner firm but gentle... Elissa get a grip, he was just helping because you’re their Herald of Andraste, stop deluding yourself woman. Just drink the damn tea.

“...I’m not hearing a ‘Yes Commander’ there, Herald,” he smirked, thoroughly enjoying the way she licked her lips as she looked up at him. The Maker preserve him, he was going to be struck down by lightning.

“Yes Commander,” she whispered as she brought the cup to her lips, watching him watch her with rapt fascination. It was not until he recognised his gloves that he realised his hands were still wrapped around her hand and the cup.

Cullen could feel his face flood with colour to the tips of his ears as he released her suddenly and fell back, almost losing his balance.

“Commander! We need your assistance here Ser!,” a lieutenant called out to him, allowing him to escape and save face. He repeated that she needed to rest and that he would be back shortly but to call out if she needed anything, not quite able to meet her gaze for fear he would combust.

He hadn’t meant to flirt with the woman, he had only wanted to help her. He had seen her ride in with the others and was glad to see that they were all in one piece and seemed in good spirits which surprised him considering the reports that were sent from their trip to Val Royeaux. However they did come out of it with new merchants and allies so it was not all for naught.

Cullen still hadn’t made up his mind about the Herald since his last chat with her. He could clearly see that they looked like the same person but it was just too fantastical to think of someone coming back to life just to help them out of the mess they were in. The Maker had long abandoned them, or so said the Chantry, so why would he send her?

As he watched her head into the main camp he could not help but watch her walk away; he was not a blind man, and she was for all intents and purposes a very beautiful woman- one who happened to look like Elissa Cousland’s twin. Back in the day, there were talks of the Hero of Ferelden being a warrior whose beauty dazzled both the darkspawn and the Fereldan nobles into submission. Bullshit. Even as angry as he was back in the Tower, he knew the woman could fight and had both talent and spirit enough to defeat demons and abominations, it was not just about her appearance. Yet he had to admit, looking as she did probably assisted more than inhibited her... and probably why she was so free with her charms; he doubted anyone would deny her whatever she wanted, especially if what she wanted was them.

One of the recruits slipped and he helped them up with a hearty pat on the back, Cullen told them to take a quick break before heading back out to complete the drills, when he remembered that it had been more than an hour since he had left the Herald. She was probably long gone by then, already taken that horse and rode off into the Hinterlands to do what was needed, why would she heed his order? Still he made his way to where he left her to find her sitting closer to where the soldiers trained, hands holding the empty cup and watching them go through the exercises with a look of wonder and appreciation on her face. He could not help but be amused by the sight, after all he probably looked exactly the same when a group of Templars had arrived in Honnleath and he trailed after them day after day, completely awed by their skill and knowledge.

Cullen took a seat beside her but she did not notice, her attention too focused on the recruits using a sword and shield. Her eyes darted back and forth as they sparred and her smile grew wider each time one of them managed to successfully complete an attack or block one. He watched her from the corner of his eye as she placed the cup down and leaned forward, her chin resting on the heel of her mark-free palm, grinning as the spar grew more intense. Finally the more experienced soldier managed to find an opening and struck the recruit in the side, winding the young man and causing him to fall to his knees and surrender.

“Oooh poor dear, he should have kept that shield up,” she muttered to herself as she clapped for them both nonetheless.

“Have you ever held a sword before Herald?” he asked, genuinely interested if the woman had any skill for melee combat with something other than a staff. She sat still and continued to watch the other soldiers so he had thought she hadn’t heard him and was about to repeat himself, when he noticed her shoulders moving up and down slowly and her lips pressed tightly together to hold in her laughter. What was so funny that she had to- “Oh, you’re just as bad as my men!” he scoffed as her giggles bubbled out of her.

“My apologies Commander, but truth be told, I don’t remember if I’ve ever held a sword.”

“Well, would you like to try? Oh- Herald would you stop laughing!” he crowed, unable to hold back his own grin at her japes. “Would you like to train with the troops? Only if you’re feeling up to it of course.”

“Why Commander, I thought you would never ask.”

Elissa beamed and stood up with her hand extended to help him to his feet which he accepted happily. As he pushed himself up he realised he was standing too close to her to be considered proper, with less than one arm’s length between them. Cullen stepped to her side and led her towards an open area where she had more room to practise without too many soldiers to stare at her.

Cullen went over to a nearby weapons rack and picked out one of the training longswords, probably the same weight as her current staff, perhaps even lighter.

“Try this one Herald, tell me how it feels.”

“Cullen if you keep making it this easy to make everything you say into a double entendre we will literally be out here all day,” she smirked as she manoeuvred the sword in her hands to see what felt most comfortable for her.

“Truly, that mouth of yours will get you into trouble one day,” he snickered before realising what he just said, throwing his hands up in the air in mock surrender. “Let’s just begin with a basic attack. Now first put your left foot forward and the right behind you- yes like that. Now make sure your hips are facing your opponent and not on an angle. Sword held at your shoulder height.”

“Like this?”

“Yes. Now grip the handle firmly, starting with both hands, and what we want are smooth, fluid motions. We want to close the distance between you and the enemy, but when you move forward ensure you move out of their line of attack- whether that is to the left or right is up to you- this way you are ready for any counterattack. From here bring your sword down in one straight swing down towards their head and neck.”

Elissa looked at him unsure of herself, she had just gotten used to her staff and that had taken weeks. She could only imagine how long she would have to be at the training dummies before she could do anything that looked remotely like an attack. She had to remind herself that he was very used to seeing men and women take their swings during training and she couldn’t embarrass herself that badly in front of him.

Ah, stupid girl. You made that sound like a challenge. Not only will you not stop flirting with him, you will now be able to show him how bad you are at actually holding a sword. Double entendre or not. Bravo.

“Is the sword too heavy, Herald?” he asked when she stood there unmoving, silently berating herself. “I can get you another, perhaps we have a wooden training sword somewhere-”

“By wooden sword do you mean that toy sword that one of the tavern server’s son plays with?” she questioned incredulously, almost offended at the idea she looked that weak she could only lift a child’s play thing. Cullen didn’t answer except for a shrug as his smile broadened, his silence enough to light a fire under her to prove him wrong. With her self-consciousness all but gone, Elissa moved toward the practice dummy and swung down, easily slicing the burlap where the neck would have been.

The Commander blinked a couple of times to register what happened; most times people who had never held a sword would miss or move very clumsily, however the Herald moved with no hesitation and in one clean sweep. It could have been beginner's luck of course.

“Again Herald,” he instructed, gaze fixed at the sword in her hand.

Elissa nodded and completed the exercise another three times without being prompted, each swing powerful and effortless as if she did not have to think about it at all. However he supposed after weeks on the road the training with Cassandra could have prepared her much better than anyone expected- even if with a completely different weapon. He called over a recruit and told him to run to the tavern and ask for an assortment of vegetables varying in size, whatever they had that was already turning and about to be thrown away or fed to the animals.

Whilst he waited for him to return, he continued to observe the Herald who had started to move with more confidence and had experimented with different angles of the sword to hit the top of the head, the shoulder, the top of the arm- in almost a practised pattern. He could not deny that she held great promise and could not discard the idea that she had previously been trained, or at least began her training in swordsmanship prior to the Conclave.

The scout returned with a small crate of cabbages, onions and potatoes to pass to Cullen. Thanking him as a dismissal, Cullen carried the humble assortment of produce towards a nearby wooden post where they were about to build a new dummy to train on. Carefully he balanced the largest cabbage on top of the post and called the Herald over, still practising the simple attack.

It was one thing to be able to attack a large target, if she could control her sword to accurately slice the vegetables up there could be no doubt she was either a prodigy or she had been previously taught.

She came over to him and wiped the sweat that had already formed around her hairline, her sword held up with the tip in the air and the flat of the blade against her shoulder. The proper way to travel with an unsheathed sword; not that he had taught her that, nor was it something she would have had the opportunity to see from any of the soldiers around camp.

“Herald, could you please try to aim for this cabbage using the move you’ve been practising?” he said, gesturing to it.

Elissa stared at him as if he had grown another head.

“Come now, you were doing a fine job with that now dummy. If that was a person they’d be well and truly dead.”

“Yes, but that dummy had an unnaturally large head. That cabbage is much more head sized and not attached to anything else I can stab,” she rebutted, trying her best to dissuade the Commander of this idea.

“Unfortunately for you, you’ll find most people have more head-sized heads than not,” he pointed out, stepping outside of her sword’s range so she could begin. “Please, just try your best. If we find this is not something you’re able to do yet, it is something we know we need to work on.”

“Has anyone told you how annoying it is when you’re being logical and right?” she mumbled but still fell into the correct stance.

Cullen laughed through his nose and tried his best to suppress the smug smile that threatened to bloom across his mouth. “Not today... or at least not out loud, Herald.”

Elissa took a deep breath and then another, completely focused on the cabbage with its browning edges and smaller area for attack. She imagined the arc of her blade, the way it would cut through the air and where it would end. Her feet moved and then her arm, smooth and clean, the cabbage lying in twain on the ground. Not a perfect cut down the middle but still, if that were a head- the person would not be alive to mock her for a less than stellar hit.

Without missing a beat Cullen took out a large potato and set it where the cabbage was upon the post.

"Again, please,” he asked, his hand motioning towards the brown vegetable.

“Commander-”

“You did not think you could hit the cabbage. You did. Just try it, please.”

Elissa huffed and got back into position, shaking her head in disbelief. The man was being stubborn and pushing the limits of her abilities.

The arc of your blade. The sound of the air it cuts. The point of your sword when the swing is done.

Two portions of the potato lay near the man’s feet and he let out a low whistle of appreciation. She had great control, strength and aim, that much was assured.

“Hey, would you look at that! I did it! Commander did you- what the actual-... Cullen!” she screeched as he threw an onion at her without warning. Instinctively she cut down the projectile enough to deflect it from hitting her. “What the heck? Are we just pelting the Herald of Andraste with spoiled vegetables now? I expected this when I first woke up from the Conclave not bloody weeks after, man!” she ranted with no particular heat behind her words.

“My apologies Herald of Andraste,” he saluted, his eyes fixed on her as he grinned. “I just had to see.”

“See what? If I’d look better with a black eye?” she voiced, cleaning the juices off the blade on the back of her forearm. “I’ll save you the wondering, I do not. Just ask Cassandra when one of the rogue Templars out in the Hinterlands managed to land a punch on me. Looked like an angry little badger for a week. Though it smarted for longer than that- the bastard.”

Cullen’s smile quickly faded at the thought of someone from his previous order hitting her and turned solemn immediately. Of course he knew that everyone there was in danger and anyone at any time could get injured or killed; but the idea of her being hurt in particular, did not sit well with him. It was probably because she did not sign up like he did, joined the Inquisition out of necessity and not out of free will. Probably because she was so easy to get along with and helped boost the people’s determination by her mere presence. Something like that. Probably.

“I am sorry to hear it Herald, and no, it is not something I would like to see on you,” he said gravely, something in his tone making Elissa look up at him. “I uh, I mean anyone. Anyone within the Inquisition of course. I hate the idea of anyone under my charge getting hurt, of course.”

“Of course,” she smiled politely, the warmth not quite reaching her eyes as they normally did.

“I just needed to see if you were able to hit a moving target and you could, quite well considering the size of the object,” he praised her, pointing at the ground where the pieces of onion had landed. “It is not something a green swordsman could do, especially when they were not expecting it. You have been trained Herald, the only question is how much.”

Elissa rested the sword against a nearby dummy and pondered on his assessment. She had to admit that she felt more at home with a sword than she did with a staff, something familiar and comforting in the movements. Perhaps that earlier memory of the army was of her in an army. Was she part of the King's Guard? Made sense why she knew what the name of the pub in Denerim was...

“... I would like to test this, but the only way to do it is get you out there and to fight someone. Would that be something you’re interested in doing?” he questioned, already thinking of the best suited soldiers to call upon.

“What? Oh, yes that would be fine,” she agreed, not quite understanding what she had consented to until Cullen returned with a handful of his troops who looked a little too thrilled to be chosen to help train the Herald of Andraste.

“Are you ready Herald?” he asked as one of the newer recruits walked toward her with his sword still sheathed.

“Good day Herald, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Devon,” the young man said. Elissa looked over the lad and he couldn’t be a day over 18, a child fighting a war.

“Good day Devon, thank you for helping me today,” she replied as kindly as she could, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tinge of sadness in her voice.

“Not at all Herald, it’s the least we could do,” he chirped excitedly, drawing out his training sword.

“Begin!” Cullen yelled out, surprising the two fighters.

Elissa registered that she was starting to panic, going from dummy to flying onion to person was a massive change in the space of an hour but it was too late to object. Devon was side stepping in a circle and she followed in suit, not entirely sure what she was doing but it was better than becoming a still target for him to wallop.

“Devon, we’ve established the Herald can walk, please do something else,” Cullen instructed from the sidelines, watching the both of them intently.

“Yes Ser!” he called out before flashing Elissa an apologetic expression and swung at her, which she clumsily evaded. He tried again but she managed to parry his swing and rotate the blade with such force the sword flung out of the soldier’s hand.

“Next!”

“What, next?”

“Good afternoon Herald, my name is Edmund,” he said quickly before running at her with his sword ready to thrust into her abdomen. Elissa squawked as she jumped out of the way, almost tripping over her feet as she put more space between her and her opponent. She calmed herself and set herself in position to brace for attack and allowed Edmund to rush her, eyes fixed on him like a hawk, reading his movements to effectively block each incoming swing. She had stopped thinking and allowed her body to take over, it seemed to know what to do and her thoughts were only getting in the way.

There, she thought as she realised how open he left himself whenever he tried to attack from above. Without a second’s hesitation she reared back and placed a well-aimed kick to the left of his groin, hard enough to push him back and pretend to stab him through the stomach where he lay.

“Lysette, your turn!”

“Lysette? She’s a bloody trained Templar!” Elissa panted, whipping her braid back with a flick of her head.

“Do not worry Herald, I will not harm you,” the taller warrior said, saluting to her before pulling out both her sword and shield.

“I have a new found empathy for your recruits Commander,” Elissa quipped, sending him a glare which he accepted with grace.

“I’ll be sure to relay that to them all,” he replied proudly. If all of the new recruits learned to fight like the Herald then they truly stood a chance to defeat whatever was coming. “Keep your wits about you now, this will be a real fight. Lysette might be a newer Templar but she has been well trained.”

It hadn’t escaped Elissa that more of the army had noticed their sparring and had stopped their training to look, no matter how hard the Lieutenants had tried to refocus their attention. Lysette looked ready to dive into their duel whilst Elissa suddenly felt like the tavern server’s son with a toy sword playing at war. Lysette, armoured and imposing with her sword and shield, bowed graciously before charging at her.

The Templar was indeed well trained, with precise strikes and practised defence, it was all Elissa could do to stay on her feet and not have her head rung like a bell. Lysette pressed her advantage forcing Elissa to retreat from her step by step.

Elissa wanted to surrender, there would be no shame in it, she was outmatched. She was just not at the other woman’s level and she should have been proud that she lasted for as long as she had. But the words would not come out of her mouth, too bitter for her to say; the words just fizzled on her tongue as she bore her relentless strikes one after another. Her pride would not stand for it. She would rather be knocked unconscious than to say she would give up, and once again she cursed her predilection for putting herself in circumstances that could get herself killed.

In her mind, she pretended to be a seasoned warrior, determined to at least put up a fight. She blocked, parried and attacked, and though she may have looked a fool- at least she wasn’t a quitter. Elissa’s blunted longsword continued to fend off Lysette's once confident advances, slowly turning the tide for the mage.

Elissa knew she had to end things quickly in fear she really would fall to a well-aimed blow as she could feel the effects of the fight start to weigh down her arms. She spotted a shield on the ground near where Devon and Edmund stood and seized her moment; stealing and attaching it easily as Lysette hunted her down. Did she know how to wield it properly? Who knew, but she did know that her left arm felt like it was missing something whilst she fought and she knew she would only be balanced with a shield to hold on to. Or maybe hide behind.

The additional heft on her arm briefly slowed her movements as she adjusted herself, but found she was filled with a renewed vigour, this is it, this is who she was. Sword and shield, this was the Elissa she should be.She parried Lysette's strikes and delivered a series of powerful shield bashes that pushed her adversary back awestruck. Both women, exhausted and battered, locked eyes in a moment of mutual respect. It would be shameful for Lysette to keep fighting an opponent who was obviously well trained but just not at their best, and thus she withdrew to not debase herself by continuing.

“A draw for now then,” Cullen said as he dismissed the other recruits. “A testament to you both.”

“A rematch though? In time?” Elissa called out to the Templar, who simply saluted to her again with a genuine smile on her face.

Elissa waved goodbye to everyone before she sunk down to the ground, driving the sword into the ground and holding onto the hilt for balance. Cullen had someone bring over a water skin and offered it to her, which she thankfully accepted and guzzled down more than half the contents, only pausing to gulp an equal amount of air.

“Would you like to hold a sword, he says, need to know if I’m trained, he says- truth of the matter is the Commander of the Inquisition is just a sadist with a cute smile,” she wheezed, emptying the remainder of the skin’s contents. Swinging and fighting with her staff was one thing, her muscles had become accustomed to moving in a completely different way and there were no jarring vibrations from the clash of steel to contend with. However, no matter how tired and sore she was, she could not remove the large smile off her face.

Cullen knelt back down and rested his arm against his raised knee, a shy smile playing at his lips.

Oh curse that scar, how is it right that a scar could add to someone’s looks? Bloody ridiculous.

“In truth, I had started with the intention for you to sit and maybe have something to eat, so you could rest and travel safely. I had not meant for you to massacre my troops so efficiently,” he admitted, massaging the back of his neck awkwardly. Elissa rolled her eyes comically and exhaled loudly, looking over the sheepish man. She proffered her hands out as a sign of peace and the Commander took them willingly, helping her up like she was just another training sword. She supposed wearing such heavy armour and swinging around weapons all day would tend to make one quite strong.

Elissa took a moment to steady herself and did not relinquish her hold on the Commander’s hands, not that he seemed like he was in a hurry to reclaim them.

“At the very least, Commander, I had a lot of fun and we can now be sure of two things.”

Cullen looked at her and raised his eyebrows in wait for her revelation, quite aware he was still holding the Herald’s hands but in no rush to release her. She was tired after all, she may be unstable on her feet.

“Whoever I was before I woke up here, I was a warrior. Whether that was to hide my magical abilities or if they were just dormant, I do not know,” she explained looking up at him, marvelling at how tall he seemed but if she was just bold enough to stand on her tiptoes...

“And the second?” he queried, his voice naturally lowering, much to his surprise, as he tried to ignore how well her lashes framed her eyes.

“That as a warrior, I have in fact, held many, many swords,” she affirmed, her mouth spreading into a smile that spanned from ear to ear.

Cullen let go of her hands and raised his own in defeat, releasing a peal of laughter loud enough for some nearby troops to hear over the din of the training yard.

“You are impossible, Herald, even when exhausted you are impossible!”

#dragonage #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age origins #cullen x inquisitor #alistair x warden #alistair x warden x cullen #alistair x inquisitor x cullen #dragon age 2 #dragon age fanfic #cullen x warden #alistair x inquisitor

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liviavanrouge · 2 months

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Healing

Livia: *Looks down* I wish I had never been born as a fae jaguar

Tiller: That is a shame, you're a very special kind, never before have I seen a fae jaguar cub live to your age and be happy and more so healthy

Tiller: Cubs I've met are skinny and grumpy and prone to violence, you're the first properly raised cub of your species

Livia: *Shakes her head, tears starting to fall* Still, you have no idea how rough it was for me for the first five years...

Tiller: You're right.....but maybe one day you'll meet someone who's exactly like you

Tiller: And you can both help each other

~~~

Daze: *Sniffled starting to cry* I wish I was never born as a dimension traveler!

Livia: *Looks down, getting a sense of Deja Vu* I see....

Livia: Tiller, I understand your words now, finding someone who's exactly like me and us helping each other

???: LIV!!

Livia: *Looks back as the others found their way into the abyss* Guys...forgive me for this

Livia: *Summons thorns, throwing up a barrier* We cannot destroy him using that device...

Riddle: LIVIA, WHAT- REMOVE THIS BARRIER!

Livia: *Turns away and floats up, holding her hand out to Daze*

Daze: *Sniffles, starting to scoot back from her sobbing*

Livia: *Holds her hand out* It's alright now, tell me what's the matter, I know the pain you're going through, being judged for being what you are...

Livia: You had no choice in the matter of your birth and neither had I....but maybe we can help each other......just trust me..

Daze: *Stares then holds his shadowy hand out* Okay....

Livia: *Takes his large hand, her palm against his*

~~~~~~~~

Livia: *Walks to the Courtyard* Daze!

Daze: *Beams and does a flip in the air* Lili-Chan!

Livia: Ugh, what did I say about calling me that, it's embarrassing!

Daze: *Beams, giggling* I like it! It sounds sweet just like you!

Livia: Why you little- ugh! Fine, go ahead and keep up that silly nickname...

Daze: Okay! Oh, is it time to eat, I'm starving!

Livia: Yeah, come on and fill that bottomless pit you call a stomach

???: Awww you made a friend!

Tiller: *Smiles walking over* How cute!

Livia: Ugh! Where did you come from!? You said you wouldn't be here till tomorrow!

Tiller: I got news from a certain headmaster that you brought back a little guy, he's adorable

Daze: Oh are you Tiller! Lili-Chan speaks so highly of you!

Tiller: Yes, I am her mentor in Nature Studying, although I was unaware that she speaks so highly of me

Livia: Daze, shut up

Tiller: *Chuckles* No, no, Daze keep talking, I wanna hear more

Livia: Daze, don't you dare!

Daze: *Blinks then starts to laugh at Livias flustered expression* Sorry Mister Tiller but Lili-Chan is my friend, so I'm gonna keep quiet, hehe

Livia: *Looks away, struggling to hide a smile* Good grief...

Tiller: *Smiles at Livia then looks at Daze* Very well, I won't pry further, you two have a nice lunch

Livia: Thanks, now let's go Daze, keep up

Daze: Okay! *Beams, floating after Livia* Can I have those sliced peach thingy's!?

Livia: The peach cups?

Daze: YEAH, those! They taste so much better when they're soaked in the peach juice and have the skin off of them!

Livia: Very well, I'll see how many I can get you..

Daze: Yay! Thanks Lili-Chan!

Livia: Yeah, yeah, whatever

Tiller: *Smiles, placing his hands on his hips* Found yourself a friend who's just like you, Livia...I hope you both can heal together from the pain the world has inflicted on you both

Tiller: I wish you two all the best...

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club

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Abo clexa meet when they’re young. Lexa is expected to be the alpha heda. But, puberty hits and she quickly finds shes an omega. Clarke is an alpha who becomes some sort of personal guard or idk, someone close to Lexa? And they use her alpha scent to mask Lexa’s omega scent. They spend years hiding it.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anon your mind 💯 !!!!!

They are young warriors, both Anya's seconds, when they meet. They are thieves, both expected to present as alphas and both treated as such. There is a puppy crush there, but as Lexa is taught love is weakness and believes herself and Clarke to be alphas, she never reveals it, not even when Clarke manages to pin her down, only a few weeks before Lexa ascends, grinning hard and tells Lexa that she is actually kinda pretty.... for an alpha, that is.

Clarke presents early. At only age eleven, much earlier than any of the nightbloods or the warriors in her age group. She is isolated for her first rut and comes back so much more serious, like she has been to war. She tells Lexa all about how horrible it is and tells her to prepare for the pain and the growth and complains how being an alpha is horrible and sucks.

"Maybe I wont present as an alpha, Klark."

"Yeah right. Titus has you as his favorite already, he'd probably demand a new conclave if you won and then presented as an omega."

"Would it be that bad if I was an omega."

"Well I wouldn't be able to hang out with you as much."

"Would you stop being my friend if I wasnt an alpha?"

"Oh, so now you're sure you're an alpha?"

"Of course Klark, I have always been sure."

"Hm, I think you just say that because you would miss me."

The conclave happens much sooner than they anticipated. Luna and her brother have presented as alphas, the only nightbloods so far and Luna is the favorite to win. Clarke watches from the sidelines next to Anya, her protective alpha instinct begging her to go and protect her friend from certain death, but the heavy hand on her shoulder belonging to the older alpha girl prevents her from doing so. "She can do it on her own.". And when Lexa does win, Clarke cannot help but puff her chest out in pride for her friend.

Lexa is Heda now. Clarke is a few months short of completing her training. They see each other less now, but Lexa still sneaks out of the tower to spar with Clarke under the moonlight. They are fifteen now, older and only slightly wiser. Lexa steps into the training grounds late, looking small and terrified. Clarke smells her before she sees her and her eyes widen.

"Youre an omega."

"Hush your voice Klark." They fall silent. Clarke takes a step back, smelling the air again. She has never been this close to an omega clearly in heat. But Lexa is her friend and she wants to comfort her so she approaches her, Lexa doing the same. They are only a few inches away from hugging when Anya jumps out from the bushes.

"Step away from her second!"

"Anya, I wasn't-"

"Quiet."

It's Anya's idea. With Clarke this close to finishing her training and being Anya's second, it will be easy for Lexa to appoint her as a personal guard, especially as Lexa is newly presented. Both want to argue, Clarke wants to see the battlefield and fight for the coalition, Lexa wants no protection just because she presented as an omega, if they want to kill her, she will die with honor in her truth.

Stubborn proud children, Anya thinks with pride. She trained them that away. Anya asks Clarke to give Lexa her clothes to mask her scent. Tomorrow Lexa will announce she presented as an alpha and she will smell like one. Anya will take her to the bunker where she will spend her first heat alone, away from prying noses. Clarke will sleep in Lexa's commander clothes to assure when she comes back, Lexa smells exactly like the alpha she is supposed to be.

They do not talk until after Lexa's heat. It is weird for Lexa to see Clarke as an alpha now that she knows she herself is an omega. The heda in her demands she keeps her distance as she cannot afford to fall for her more than she already has, not with her... condition. The omega in her see in Clarke a noble alpha, the perfect mate. And suddenly they are forced to be closer than ever, trading clothes so Clarke's scent is always attached to Lexa, Clarke constantly by Lexa's side, having to match every emotion Lexa sends into a room, focusing so her scent is always stronger than Lexa's. And yet, they have never been further apart. They barely talk to one another, every accidental touch to charged with something they do no understand.

I want an angsty filled fic where they must share scents and be always so close to each other but suddenly what they based their friendship on is gone and neither know how to deal with the fact they are an alpha and an omega and not two alphas. Nor to they really get the fact they have scent marked each other by now, how Clarke's protectiveness is no longer just that of someone sworn to protect her Heda, how Lexa's feels lonely and betrayed when Clarke goes to spend her ruts away from her, sleeping with a beta who lives somewhere in the woods.

Shit hits the fan when Azgeda accuses Lexa of lying about her presentation, challenging her to fight to the death. Clarke insists she be chosen as champion but Lexa knows she must to do this on her own, prove that alpha or omega, she has the right to continue in her throne as Heda. After a night together where scent marking is traded by mating marks, Clarke finds it so much harder to watch Lexa get dressed in clothes Clarke has not marked with her scent, showing her true colors to the coalition for the very first time.

#letter opened #This is such a fun idea holy shit anon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#the expectation of both presenting as alphas #the uncertainty when lexa is an omega #the forced closeness when they no longer know how to interact with each other #ah!

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Sorry I only got it in German. 🙈

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Doors of perception

“And then there was one.” The Watcher says and takes a deep breath. He knows this won’t be easy with her. He knows what she endured. He saw it all and it broke his heart.

“I won’t go back there.” She says matter-of-factly. “My world is …” It takes her a moment to consider how to name it. Her world… her world was Clint. And he is… “… gone! You won, but I lost.” Yes, she lost everything. Literally. Not only she lost Clint, but there was no one left. As far as she knows Clint and her were the last human beings left on earth. Ultron and his army of robots killed each and every human on the planet and even most of the animals. And they invaded other planets too. So was he really going to send her back to a dead world?

“I cannot…” the Watcher starts but she cuts him off.

“… interfere? Yeah, I know!” Natasha turns to him now, anger and pain sprawled all over her face and waving through her whole body.

“We’re just stories to you. We’re not real. You watch us fight, win, lose… tell me: Did you make popcorn while Ultron murdered my friends and burned my world to the ground?” That’s what it feels like for her. He saw all this happening and chose not to help. How can he live like that… exist like that? She definitely couldn’t.

“You are more than that to me. You… your stories… they… are everything for me.” It’s dawning to her that the huge creature with the glowing eyes in front of her maybe never had a life for his own. So he lived through them.

“Then fix my world!” she pleads, her voice softer now but still full of pain.

“I can’t, Natasha.” It sounds honest but it makes her angry again. He is so powerful. Why can’t he help her?

“I’m not walking through that door!” It’s a statement. No space for discussion. If he wants to send her back to that dead world so she can spend the rest of her miserable existence in solitary, he can better kill her right here and now. Maybe if there is some sort of afterlife, she would be reunited with her friends then, her family… Clint.

“Well… the door was more of a metaphor anyway.” He states and the surrounding of the bar is melting away. Natasha braces herself, not knowing where he is going to bring her. Not knowing how she could possibly fight him if he is really going to return her to this pile of ashes that once was her world. But he is not. He knows several universes which lost their Black Widow, several universes where she could do good, where she would be needed. It wasn’t easy to decide where the best place for her was. She really had earned herself a place where she could find a happy ending.

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14 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 6. Januar 2022

Doors of perception

Episode 5 - Under the skin

It’s not a sloppy dog tongue that wakes him nor the rising sun. It’s also no sound because he took out his hearing aids. No, what wakes him - and when it does it’s already past noon - is the delicious smell of coffee and fried bacon.

He prys his eyes open and sees the cup of coffee still steaming at the edge of the coffee table near his head. He reaches for his hearing aids next to the mug and puts them in. When he turns them on, he hears music and a low humming and singing voice from the kitchen.

While he thinks about which song this might be, he lifts his head from the couch and sees Natasha swaying her hips to the music at the stove. She is still wearing his clothes and obviously in a pretty good mood. He smiles with a sigh.

“I could wake up every day like this.” he mumbles in a low voice, too low to catch her attention over the music.

Still smiling he sits up and grabs the coffee mug, smelling the aroma. By finishing half the mug she turns in a dancing move and stops by his sight.

“Oh sorry, did I wake you? You looked so exhausted we wanted to let you sleep as long as possible.” she says with a little shrug and a half smile.

“Then you shouldn’t bring coffee near me… that’s a trigger.” He takes another sip. “And bacon? You’re lucky not the whole apartment house is already here.” He ruffles through his hair and she laughs a bit.

“You have a really bad case of bed head, Barton. But I have to say… it suits you.”

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16 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 17. Februar 2022

Good Morning!

I have an ask, please. I'm in a mood.

"This is your last chance, Widow"

hope you had a fabulous weekend!!

Hey dear! 😘

Thank you, I had kind of. At least better then the last one because I'm finally free of Covid again! 🥳

Let's celebrate with your prompt, shall we?

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1. Whump

"This is your last chance, Widow!"

The sour smell of the mobsters breath made her nauseous. Like he drank strong coffee mixed with cheap booze directly out of a trash can full of cigarette butts and fish waste.

"NO!" She spat the word and drops of blood and spit spashed across the guys face. "This is YOUR last chance! Let me go, or I guarantee ... you won't like what happens next." Despite her tightly bound body and bruised features she had an evil grin in her face. But the man just laughed and his companions with him.

"Are you trying to threaten me, little spider? You aren't quiet in the position, don't you think? What do you want to do?" Of course he was mocking her. People often mock about others if they think they have the upper hand. Until they don't...

"Kill them all!" Her voice was low. She knew she didn't have to speak loud... only move her lips properly.

Another laugh. "What? Do you think you can command me and I do as you wish, silly girl? Have I beaten you too hard in the head?"

"Oh... who said I was talking to you?" Her voice so sweet and the expression on his face so clueless. It stays that way only his eyes a little wider when an arrow impales his head.

....

2. Fluff

"This is your last chance, Widow!" He whispers softly and licks his lower lip, his eyes not leaving hers. "I warn you one last time. Keep looking at me like that... and I can't guarantee for anything!"

"We are on a mission, Hawk!" She taunts him but the grin on her lips is the one of a cat that just got the bird. "Are you really distracted so easily?"

"Easily? You are teasing me for days now! I'm just a man and not immune to a gorgeous woman and her charms." He is breathing heavy now and their cramped hideout suddenly seems even tighter.

He caught her of guard, he can tell by the way her gaze changes and her lips part slightly.

"What? I'm deaf, not blind! But... you know... you're my best friend and... "

"Shut up!" She presses him to the wall with their bodys colliding and and lips crashing. He reacts immediately, one hand sliding to her hip, the other buried in her hair, tongue diving into her mouth. This is what electricity must taste like, he thinks when he hears a crackling in his good ear.

"Team Delta... show time!" Never has Phil's voice sound so unnerving and they both groan as they part.

"I guess we have to continue this later, Widow. Ready?" He asks while he fixes her hairstyle.

"No... but I'll be right behind you, having your back, Hawk... like always!"

Sorry!!! It's longer then intended but too short at the same time. But I hope you enjoy it anyway. 🙈😘

20 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 15. Mai 2022

Some early morning Clintasha

It's early morning and Clint is not even half awake. But there is a briefing in half an hour. So he is in the kitchen fumbling with the coffee maker and spilling coffee powder all over the counter. "Aw coffee no!" He groans and yawns afterwards.

Warm arms wrap around his waist and a familiar body press against his unclothed back. Her hands roam his belly and her lips press against his shoulder.

"Why don't you get this thing going and meet me in the shower... and get me going?" She purrs into his ear... and suddenly he is full awake!

25 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 13. Januar 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Living in my little "We love and appreciate Clint Barton as the wonder he is"-bubble I keep forgetting how the rest of the world sees and treats him.

Tried to convince my sister - a regular MCU watcher without comic or any beyond Fandom knowledge - to watch the Hawkeye series with me. Even started the trailer since I thought it would help the matter. And she was like "Nah, he's so boring. No powers or anything. And look at that trailer. He doesn't even seem to be good in what he's doing." I nearly hyperventilated.

Thank you MCU for making one of the most badass, deep and fun characters look like a pathetic whimp for the average audience. 😓

111 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 14. Oktober 2022

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its storming where i am so im gonna answer those questions bc aaabhhh. unskippable cutscene #2:

-omg so my fierce deity lore is. Hffghhff. A big thing with them is that, where Hylia is a goddess of time who was created, FD is timeless and just kinda always Is and Was. FD also has a lot of the powers Hylia's missing and vice versa-- he's a lot more omniscient than her [which is how he knows what faces would be familiar to each of the Zeldas, and how hes able to parse which zelda is most capable of the triforce] and can travel to any point in Termina's history at will. (worth noting is that he can't directly influence/change future events like hylia can [so no chosen hero of the far off future for them, sorry!], cant reincarnate, and he can't create things, just borrow and imbue his powers into. this is partially why termina in-game uses npcs from oot-- he cant MAKE new people, so he has to borrow visages of them where he can.)

at a later date, he finds out that Termina will be threatened and destroyed by Majora, and he responds by putting himself within the mask to give termina the hopes and dreams of safety it will one day need. but since he's not held by laws of time, he can still travel after the point where hes been put into the mask. its weird and complicated but its Fine 👍

hylia and fd stay out of each others business but they do interact with the understanding that hylia cannot influence FD's realm aside from timekeeping for the residents and he cant do anything to hers besides take wanderers in temporarlity if he thinks they need to be there for some time. but they do talk because sometimes you gotta ask the creation god for a big curved sword and sometimes you gotta ask the guy who knows everything if youre ever gonna win that war youre dealing with. theyre friendly.

(side tangent 💥 FD brought link into the world without necessarily knowing she was hylias chosen. all FD knew was that they were someone kind and in pain and in need of a reminder of how their kindness impacts this world which was reason enough to take her to Termina's Fall.)

-FD senses hylia in SKSW zelda, and SKSW zelda remembers him, but when FD asks he doesnt say "oh so youre hylia" he says "who are you now?" because he can at least parse that theres a difference. Lyre says shes not hylia even if shes supposed to be, but that its still nice to finally see him again, to which he responds that "it was nice to see you again, too, zelda." which is the last interaction any of the zeldas have with him before ALL of them leave, so he keeps his mouth shut until theyre away from prying eyes to say anything abt it (or, at least, away from prying eyes who wont say anything one way or another. side eyes sheik.)

-ALSO HEHDHEH YEAH he deliberately doesnt say if lyre can or not. he can look into zeldas life but not hylias, so hes admittedly unsure if her BEING hylia is enough to skirt that whole "no gods can use the triforce" thing.

-Coda Knows. coda knows who sheik is, at least to an extent. Coda still likes to present as Sheik in his own time, but its more for security reasons, to keep out of the public eye as much, and because. genderqueer oot zelda be upon ye 💥 she hides that she knows it well enough bc she can tell theres weird baggage going on but eventually does reveal it and they do talk about what they both know (because coda's link when through something she will never understand, something sheik was there for, and sheik is so overwhelmed by the grief of ruining link's childhood that it certainly helps when coda relays that shes finally happy.) its neat i like thinkin abt them 👍

ok final thing YES u can use my concepts and chars from this thang. its just smthn for funsies and i dnt have the energy to make it into a real project anytime soon 🕺💃 ok cutscene OVAR !!

Oooohhhhhhh the idea that fierce deity is timeless and always was and always will is so damn cool, I'm pretty sure you can tell I'm Very normal about him so this whole idea is so . yeah. Yeah....

Also I like how you've differentiated the fierce deity and hylia and what they can and can not do! The idea that fierce deity can't have a champion but since he's not held down by the laws of time he can simply Go Wherever and influence things that way,,, super cool,,, also the idea that he can't really create but can imbue his powers into already existing faces? Giving another reason to why Termina is Like That? Super cool, pog as hell, very swag even.

I just find hylia's and fierce deities dynamic here to be very interesting cause to me at least, they feel like god's with almost no one else to match them whatsover. I mean, fierce deity is even older than hylia.... like damn, okay.... but the idea that they're just friendly, no dramatic god stuff, is making me giggle jsjsjsj staying in each other's lanes.... flourishing.... minding their business...

I also just like how fierce deity is a god but he's also just a guy :) a very observant, very old guy, but nonetheless he picks up what's going down with Lyre and seems to be very accommodating. The little detail as well as fierce deity not even daring to say anything around Sheik is so funny to me sjsjsjsj lil gossip.... collecting Info..... Sheik may be capable of wielding the triforce but that does NOT stop him from being sneaky!!

Also Coda and Sheik seem so damn tragic but the lil detail of Coda saying that she's happy and Sheik is just so relieved over that is very sweet :'] I like that alot!!

AND YAYYYYYYYY thank you alot for letting me use your ideas for their names!! I actually already have my own personal lore for the fierce deity and Termina so it was actually really cool to read another beloved mutuals interpretation of all this! Lyre and Coreulea are already so dear to me how could I ever leave them behind.......

#esp fierce deity. so many people have different views about him and its just a whole lot of fun to read #I have so many of my own ideas but I've never rly thought about fierce deity being even older than HYLIA so thats just rly cool ! :O #writing down Lyre and Coreulea in the hyrules curse details google doc YIIIPPPPEEEEE #thebleedingeffect talks

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catsitting with enhypen! <3

pairing; enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings; mentions of biting, cursing

genre; fluff, domestic au

word count; 800+

requested; nope!

a/n; i saw enha play with kitties and i was like “i gotta write it” so here we are. also hee’s part is so long im sorry rn im just like “heeseung 🫶” forgive me anyways pls enjoy!

heeseung;

omg he’s so happy when you tell him you’re gonna bring a kitten home for the day

you were taking care of it for a friend and wtv

heeseung literally just “KITTY” and SPRINTED towards the door

he’s so real for that cause same

the whole time he’s babying it ohhh :(

that kitten is in his arms and he’s carrying it around as if it were his child

head in hands HE USES A BABY VOICE TO TALK TO THE KITTEN

“awww my little kitty :((“ cooing and shit

“can we keep it? ☹️” “no.” “please? ☹️” “no.” “pleaseeee? ☹️” u just. “no.”

HE WILL BEG WITH A POUT AND BIG EYES

heeseung’s master manipulator era

he didn’t even let you get near it not even to help him take care of it

“hee, you need to let me help.” “NO.” he just walks away with the kitten in his arms

when it’s time to return the kitty he’s literally sobbing

he WILL NOT let go

“you can get another one 😒” “HEESEUNG.”

literally had to pry that kitten away

u got him a kitten later on though so he forgave you for the whole “ripping away his child” thing

jay;

oh he’s upset

he gets that you’re doing your friend a favor but he’s allergic to cats and you know this

“are you serious, y/n?” “BUT THE KITTY IS SO CUTE ☹️” “fucking hell…”

in the end he agrees BUT you have to always be ten feet away from him.

he literally walks around the house with a mask on cause there is no way he’s inhaling those car hairs.

“jay, you won’t die.” “you have no idea how much allergies suck.” “take a pill.” “NO. 🙄”

there is no convincing him.

yeah he thinks the kitten is cute but he wasn’t gonna get sick over it

FINALLY you have to give the kitten back

if jay feels sad he won’t tell you

“jay say bye to the kitten.” jay: 🙁

he’s still gonna act like he doesn’t want it there

you learned to never baby sit a cat again

(jay still wanted you to bring more home though)

jake;

dog lover #1

“why couldn’t your friend have a puppy?” “shut up and go get me a bowl.”

at first he hates the kitten and the kitten hates him

my mans got bitten 😞

“cats are spawns of satan and you cannot convince me otherwise.”

the whole day hes glaring at that poor kitty

the kitten who just wants to go home:

eventually jake decided to give it another chance and he tried his best to not be mean to it

“bite me again and i’m sending you to the pound.” “JAKE NO”

anyways they became besties after that

“jake let go of that poor cat” “BUT ITS SO ADORABLE HOW DID I HATE IT BEFORE??? ☹️”

he now wants a cat but he didn’t wanna cheat on layla so he decided against it

he gave it back normally but he’s now doing research on where he can get a kitten (without letting layla know)

sunghoon;

dog lover #2

but he isn’t anti cats either

he’s the second most normal one of the bunch

no fights or almost dying from cat hairs

he just vibes with it

he does get a little attached but it’s okay

“we can get our own kitten”

but it’s not the same for him 💔💔 he still loves his other kitten tho

sunoo;

they either hate each other or love each other

for this let’s act like they’re besties

love at first sight for these two srsly

you’re trying to get sunoo’s attention and he just

“don’t talk to me i’m with the baby 🙄” MF

but it makes u happy to see them get along

they take naps tgt and they eat tgt they do everything tgt

he doesn’t wanna give the kitten back but ofc he gives in eventually

“so do you wanna get a kitten?” “WE JUST LEFT.” “so a yes?”

jungwon;

THEYRE SOULMATES. BESTIES. 🤞🤞🤞

they meow at each other like literal conversations but in cat

“jungwon-“ “SHHH it’s telling me a story” he has the cat against his ear

you just let them be and it’s better for you since you don’t have to do anything

just like sunoo they do anything together

“can we please cuddle?” “the kitten says no.”

mf 😒

he really just kitten>>>you

riki;

best cat dad™️

hes so sweet

HE GIVES THE KITTEN NOSE KISSES AND LITTLE BELLY RUBS 😞

“you are now my baby! 😁” “riki you’re sixteen.” “teenage father.”

he has adopted that cat by now its HIS.

treats it like a newborn he has him everywhere

he puts the kitten inside his hoodie 😞💔

“need to keep my baby warm 🥰”

hes so in love with that kitten it hurts

he plays around with it sm :( literally they both run around like babies

“im not giving this kitten back.” he gave it back.

he was heartbroken. his world just fell apart

not even kidding hes sobbing on the way back to ur house

“riki its okay it was literally just a day.” “HE IS MY BABY. I BASICALLY RAISED HIM.”

u got him a kitten to make him happy cause happy baby riki 🫶

taglist <3; @iluvnishi @kiki-woo @heartsforsoobie @woonie-muffin @luveuly @byeolwonnie (if u wanna be tagged send a message/ask!)

requests are; OPEN!

#enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen oneshots #enhypen

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thesunmeltedthegrayaway · 2 years

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The Straight A Student: Preference

A/N: I hope the people who have been requesting things don’t mind that I may be writing request out of order. I ended up getting sick with a head cold. So I thought I should start writing the request that seem short to me because I thought they would be easier for me to concentrate. In all honesty it is a struggle to even keep my eyes open right now lol I feel so exhausted. I’m really sorry!

This is a request! If you would like to make a request take a look at (this post) for all of the characters I am currently writing for.

My Multi-fandom Masterlist

The request is...

Dallas

Teases you all the time about how smart you.

“You keep readin’ that book and you’re gonna end up burnin’ a hole in it.”

But is honestly really impressed with how smart you are.

He’d just never admit it to you out loud.

Will pry you away from a study session whether you seem stressed out or not.

“Dal, I need to get this done.”

“You look like your head is going to explode, take a breather already.”

Since your so skilled in your English classes, you have a way with words that will convince Dally to do almost anything.

And your persuasion will take a few seconds to sink in before he realized what you just did.

“Wait what the hell did I just agree to do?”

“That’s a dirty trick Y/L/N

~~~ Darry

You give him the preview of what his life would be like if he went to college.

Some parts he wishes he could do himself.

But then he sees how stressed out you can get it and is kinda relived he doesn’t have to do that himself.

You’re like a live in tutor for Ponyboy so you take a slight bit of stress off his place.

Because the last thing he wants to do is come home from work and then be stuck helping Ponyboy out with a math assignment he can hardly understand.

He now knows how Ponyboy and Sodapop feel whenever they saw him surrounded by bills at 3 o’clock in the morning.

Because there were many nights he would have to carry you to be because you ended up falling asleep with you surrounded by textbooks and crinkled up papers.

“This cannot become a habit of yours hon.” He said in a hushed voice, he laughed slightly at your askew hair, you face had a slight imprint of the book you had fallen asleep on.

“Even if you do look adorable whenever I find you...”

~~~ Johnny

Your biggest support if I’m being honest.

Showers you with compliments with every A you get.

Is also extremely tempted to copy off your homework.

Because if he’s being honest he cannot for the life of him concentrate in class.

He knows when to reel you in if he feels like your getting too overwhelmed.

You two will have study sessions together.

But they’ll quickly turn into you reading everything while he listens and slowly falls asleep.

“Johnny?”

“...”

“Johnny are you listening?” You say a bit louder giving him a shake. He jumps slightly at the motion before settling back down.

“y-yeah I...” He murmured quietly before falling back to sleep.

You scoff as you look down at his now sleeping form.

“You always do this...” You run your hand through his rarely greaseless hair before smiling. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

~~~ Ponyboy

Is impressed but also feel slightly competitive.

You got an A, he better get one too then.

You aren’t any better than him, you two will battle it out when it comes to your grades.

Because of the friendly competition, Ponyboy begins studying a lot more.

Darry loves the fact that you’re so smart because it encourages Ponyboy to actually do his school work on time.

You two will aggressively study together.

The small rivalry you have with each other is so ridiculous sometimes it makes the both of you laugh.

“What are we even doing?” You asked with a laugh, the notes you had written down look like you aggressively wrote them down.

“I- I don’t know anymore.” He replied, his voice sounded just as humorous as yours.

“I’m still going to get a better grade than you.” You challenge teasingly making him smirk.

“In your dreams...”

~~~ Sodapop

You’re so smart he is intimidated by it sometimes.

His mind feels like it’s going to explode whenever you talk about whatever you’re studying.

“I dropped out for a reason Y/N/N, you’re the brains our relationship.”

“Don’t discount yourself Soda, you’re just as smart as me.”

“Stop lying Y/N.”

Is also extremely proud the grades you get.

“It’s just an A Soda.”

“It is not just an A!”

He can pull you away from studying with ease.

He just has a way about him that can get you to do almost anything.

He’s just an extremely supportive boy who will help you in anyway you can while you’re working.

~~~

Steve

Is proud of how smart you are and will gloat about to anyone who will listen.

But will also force you to quit studying when he feels you’re doing too much.

“Y/N, put the book down.”

“But I-”

“Put it down before I have to hose your brain off the walls.”

He’ll try to listen to whatever you’re currently studying or working on.

But in all honesty it goes in one ear and out the other.

It’s not because he doesn’t want to listen to you.

It’s just that school has never been his first priority.

~~~ Two-Bit

You help him out a lot in school.

You’re a pretty good influence on him.

Like you’ll actually be able to get him to do some school assignments.

But he still won’t do them all.

Could listen to you talk about the school topics your talking about for hours.

“How come you listen so easily to me when it comes to stuff like this?” You asked curiously.

“You’re a lot more fun to listen to than any other damn teacher in that place.”

He tries to make studying funner for you when you get really stressed out about.

He reminds you that not getting an A on every assignment is okay.

“You got one B darlin’ it’s not the end of the world. You’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for. Just look at the 100,000 other A’s you get in your other classes.

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userlando · 3 years

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I dunno if you do requests, but if you did a possessive/jealous Tom Hardy (or Eddie, or Alfie.... I dunno, they all give off the vibe) I would I've you like my soul or something......,........

oh god, inspiration strikes again..

Alfie wasn’t a soft man, both physically and mentally. He didn’t grow up in the warmest household and his mother, bless her heart, did everything to raise her boys to be great men when their father failed in that department.

Not to say that she’d failed, considering where Alfie had ended up, but it provided him with enough resources and money to take care of her the way she’d struggled to put food on the table and provide for him and his siblings during his childhood.

Alfie wasn’t soft when he’d done unspeakable things during the war, and he certainly wasn’t soft when he’d taken his place as the king of London. His hard exterior and the amount of blood on his hands was enough for people to fear him. And that’s all he would ever ask for. Because fear was respect, and Alfie would pry out anyone’s teeth with pliers if anyone dared to show him anything else.

Alfie wasn’t soft, but that’s the word he’d describe himself feeling when he heard you laugh for the first time. It had been five years but he remembered it so vividly that it still - to this day - made his hands shake in a way he’d never admit out loud. God forbid someone would hear him spew soppy shit that only you found endearing and romantic.

It was a rainy afternoon and Alfie was craving an evening at the pub after a long day at the distillery. A drink was all he’d come for, but then he’d heard you laugh and his ears had immediately perked at the sound.

It wasn’t difficult for him to locate where that sound came from. Because as he suspected, your face was just as radiating as your laugh and it sounded silly, but he knew from the moment he laid eyes on you, that he had to have you.

You were tough at first, your boundaries and lack of interest unlike any other woman’s he’d usually pick up. The way you seemed so unattainable only seemed to pull unwanted male attention, but the more he tried to pursue you, the more word got around. You were his woman, and only his. It infuriated you at first because you were no one else’s but yours, though Alfie knew you’d secretly loved it. Even though you refused to admit it even years later when the topic arose in conversation.

So, Alfie wasn’t soft. But he was soft for you, and he was soft for your laugh. Which was why his ears - much like that day at the pub - perked when he heard your giggle echo in the distillery. A frown immediately cast over his face as he placed his pen down on the surface of his desk.

He glanced around in confusion at first, wondering who the fuck you were speaking to that made you giggle like that. And his stomach churned when he thought of all the greasy men who were working under the roof of his distillery, who’d been instructed to not speak to you if not absolutely necessary. Everybody knew this. No one was foolish enough to risk losing their ball sack to a rusty shank.

Or so, that’s what Alfie thought.

The chair squeaked in protest as he rose from it, rough hands flat on the table to heave himself up as he grunted in annoyance. Annoyance because someone was clearly not doing their job, and annoyance because you knew better than to prance around at the distillery when there was work to be done. And chances are, you looked absolutely gorgeous doing it.

Alfie’s suspicions were correct, he realised, as he walked down the creaky stairs to the base floor. He found you a few yards away, legs that he loved so much clad in stockings he knew he’d be ripping off later. You had the same green dress on he’d seen you dress in before he left for work that morning.

He would’ve stood there and appreciated the way your dress flared where your back met your bottom, or the way you’d prettily pinned your hair back just far enough to reveal your neck. The very same neck he’d buried his face into the night before and just this morning.

Alfie couldn’t appreciate it though, mostly because of the two dimwits standing in front of you, greased up faces smiling as they spoke to you. As if Alfie paid them to slack off. Fucking idiots.

As Alfie moved closer, he could hear your soft voice ask ‘How’s Claire doing? What a strong woman she is for birthing your lovely twins!’ It admittedly made Alfie soften for a second, because of course you’d take interest in everyone’s life and show genuine concern. That was the major difference between you two. Where Alfie lacked, you made up for.

“Right, last time I checked, I paid you fucking idiots to do your jobs,” Alfie startled the two men as he approached, voice booming as usual. “So, tell me what you’re bloody standing around here for.”

You turned around with ease, having been with him long enough to not bat an eyelash at his vulgar words and flaring anger. His face was scrunched up in an expression that would make any sensible man and woman in London cower in fear, and you placed a hand on his meaty arm in a poor effort to calm him down. And to silently tell him to shut up and behave.

“Alfie.” You greeted him like he wasn’t shooting daggers at the two men who now looked like they wanted nothing more than to bolt. You couldn’t blame them. “Hi sweetheart. I was just talking to Christopher and William here about their families. Did you know Will had twins?”

Alfie only managed a grunt because why did you know their names? And Will?

He didn’t know if he wanted to drag the bastard into his office by his cock and beat his face into three different shades or to toss them out on their sorry arses. He knew the first option would send him into the doghouse for God knows how long, and the other option would cause more problems between the two of you than he dared to think about.

“Two girls.” The one he assumed was named William said, albeit a little shakily. The man next to him elbowed him and they both went quiet.

“Right, I must’ve missed the part where I fucking asked.” Alfie was livid, and there were so many factors playing into that reason.

These animals who worked under him knew to never lay their eyes on you, nevertheless talk to you. And he wanted to be angry at how good you looked, at the audacity to walk into the distillery when he knew he disliked you hanging around here during office hours.

Mostly, he wanted to spank your stubborn arse black and blue.

“Alfie, why don’t we go to your office, hm?” You asked softly, feeling the way he was shaking as you squeezed his bicep gently.

He knew what it was though. Your way of telling him to simmer down and behave.

You didn’t wait for him to answer, turning on your pretty polished heels to walk around and past him toward his office. He didn’t miss the way your legs wobbled, and he knew you were well aware of what you were to expect once the fragile door of the office closed behind the two of you. Alfie knew that the wobble of your legs derived from excitement and not from fear. You could scowl and reprimand him all you wanted, but you both knew that you loved his possessiveness at the end of the day.

He watched you walk away, his anger simmering down just a wee bit before he turned his head to the two men standing in front of him. He sucked his teeth, smacked his lips and contemplated beating them with his cane before thinking twice of it.

“What the fuck are you two still doing ‘ere?” His roar was enough to have them scatter like mice.

Alfie huffed and turned around, following in your footsteps to his office where you were waiting.

“How many times have I told you, right, to not fuckin’ walk in here when I’m working, woman?” He walked in and closed the door behind him.

He struggled to contain his anger when he saw you sitting on his desk, legs crossed over each other and his eyes immediately went to the sliver of skin where the hem of your dress had ridden up on your thigh. Alfie’s first instinct was to march up and grab the delicate skin until you squirmed, but he stopped himself.

He gripped his cane tighter in his right hand and rubbed his forehead with the other one. “You’re fuckin’ impossible.”

You frowned. “I can’t help it if you’re possessive, Alf. That’s your problem, not mine.”

“You know how these men are.” He gritted out, gesturing behind him to the distillery. “You cannot be this dim.”

“Alfie Solomons, I know you didn’t just call me dim.” You said and Alfie paused at the tone of your voice.

You sounded annoyed but he could detect the hurt in your voice and it was enough for him to let out a grumbling sigh, stepping up to the desk where you sat. He silently admired the frown lines on your pretty face and prayed that he hadn’t shoved his foot in his mouth.

Alfie got his answer when you parted your legs enough for him to step between them, and he struggled to breathe properly when you circled them around his behind to pull him closer.

“You’re my girl, yeah?” He muttered, bringing a hand up to cradle your cheek.

“Woman.” You protested softly, welcoming the touch as his silent apology.

You watched as his eyes appraised you and held back from preening when he grunted in appreciation and what you knew were hunger as his eyes trailed your body before landing on your face.

“And what a fucking woman you are.” He said lowly, using his hand on your cheek to pull you in for a kiss.

The clatter of the cane falling to the floor didn’t deter you as he let go of it in order to grab you by the waist, pulling you in closer as he deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, not caring if anyone heard you. Alfie pinched the top of your arse in retaliation and you squealed.

“Alfie!” You sounded scandalised but the enormous smile on your lipstick smeared lips said otherwise.

Alfie admired his artwork with a smug smile, knowing that his mouth probably looked a mess too.

“Don’t Alfie me, woman.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips that tasted a lot like a promise. “This is just a preview of what I’ll be doing to you tonight.”

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Welp, that turned sexual. But hello! Hi! Surprise, here’s me answering to an ask five hundred years later. I was in a writing mood so.. hope you enjoy x

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