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Get to You (Polnareff x Reader) Chapter Ten

You're a bright eyed and ambitious Anthropology student, just setting off for the international vacation of your dreams. Just days into your trip, however, you encounter a devious and charming man who would set into motion a string of events that would change your life forever, for better or for worse. ♡ word count - 1.6k ♡ warnings - some brief mentions of previous trauma/emotional abuse/manipulation/cheating ♡ notes - this is crossposted on ao3 under the same username as here. there are currently 14 chapters written and posted over there and i'm working on posting them here as well, but if you're interested in more i suggest checking there first since updates are far more frequent on there! i'd honestly completely forgot about posting on here, but thank you to everyone who has given it a read!! ♡ this fic follows the events of stardust crusaders with some changes obviously. enjoy!!!

You all were back in the desert once more, standing around in confusion as you waited for some sort of explanation from the old man. Until a loud rumbling in the distance drew everyone’s attention to the sky.

“Hm? Hey, do you hear that noise too?” Polnareff asked.

”They’ve arrived.” Said Joseph, as the vehicle in the air started to close in.

”It’s a helicopter!” Polnareff shouted in amazement.

”Thanks for the update, captain obvious.” Kakyoin replied flatly, which made you giggle.

The helicopter continued circling, and Joseph explained they were from the Speedwagon Foundation. The wind and sand picked up, blowing into everyone’s faces as the copter neared the ground.

It was difficult to hear much of anything over the noise, but you heard Joseph speak of “a new ally” as the chopper prepared to land.

Mr. Joestar and Avdol went back and forth a moment, discussing the possible cons of bringing along this new companion, and Joseph went on to explain your new ally’s stand was represented by the card of “The Fool”.

“Wait, The Fool?” Polnareff laughed. “Sounds like a pretty stupid card if you want my opinion.”

Avdol turned back to glare daggers at the Frenchman. “You should count your blessings that he’s on our side. You can’t beat him.”

In his usual fashion, Polnareff grew irritated at the prospect of being told what to do, about to start an argument with Avdol before Kakyoin broke things up.

“Enough, you two. The helicopter’s here.” He said, everyone closing in on the now-quiet copter as the blades whirred to a stop.

The doors swung open to reveal two men, everyone waiting in suspense and suspicion. The men introduced themselves to Mr. Joestar, while Jotaro grilled them on which one was the stand user.

It was revealed that in fact, neither was the stand user, as one man opened up the back door to the chopper, revealing a seemingly empty backseat.

Seeing such a sight, Polnareff took it upon himself to waltz up to the vehicle, leaning inside and loudly jeering at the mystery man.

The Frenchman was quickly scolded by the Speedwagon employee and Joseph for his blasé attitude, everyone urging him to step away from the copter for fear of what the man might do.

As Polnareff turned his back to the open rear sear, a figure came barreling out, teeth bared and snarling as he leapt onto Polnareff, growling and barking as he pulled the hair straight from Polnareff’s head.

“Don’t tell me this dog is-“ Jotaro started, only to be cut off by a sound of confirmation from the old man.

”Yes, this dog possesses the stand of ‘The Fool’. His name is Iggy, and he’s crazy about ripping chunks of hair out of people’s heads! To be honest with you, I’m not sure where he’s from. But Avdol found him in New York after none of the dog catchers could wrangle him. And it’s thanks to Avdol that he’s not roaming the streets now.” Joseph explained, and you stifled a giggle.

“Oh, there’s probably something I should’ve mentioned.” Joseph continued, looking a little worried as he watched the scene unfolding before him. “When he’s in the middle of ripping out someone’s hair, he likes to uh-”

Avdol put his head in his hands as the chaos slowed for a moment, just long enough for Iggy to let a heinous fart rip right on Polnareff’s head.

”-pass gas in their face…” Joseph finally finished, while Polnareff twitched in horror. “It’s a disgusting habit, really.”

The dog finally leapt off of Polnareff’s head, propelling himself off as Polnareff fell on his back into the sand. You were finding it difficult to keep a straight face at this point, this new companion becoming a quick favorite of yours.

Polnareff continued to wail on the ground, summoning Silver Chariot as the dog looked on, suddenly summoning his own fearsome stand from the sand.

Silver Chariot struggled against The Fool, and eventually the dog had Polnareff pinned on the ground again in another hair-tearing attack.

This one-sided battle continued, until Avdol retrieved Iggy’s ‘favorite snack’ from one of the Speedwagon employees. The dog was quickly distracted by the coffee-flavored gum, barreling toward Avdol and snatching the whole pack right from the man’s grip.

As the dog gnawed away at the gum, you knelt down beside him, extending your hand to him.

”Hi, good boy.” You said, as he gave you a look and lifted his head to sniff your outstretched hand. “I liked that little scene with Polnareff back there, I think you and I will get along just fine.” As if understanding every single one of your words, Iggy let out a whine and jumped into your arms, making himself comfortable as you scratched his ears.

He stayed in your arms like that while the others unpacked the helicopter, chewing away on his gum, and shooting a very pointed glare at Polnareff.

”Damn that little menace! He’s completely ruined my picturesque hair!” Polnareff moaned as he shook his fists. “(Y/n), what are you doing?! That mutt is feral!”

”Polnareff, how could you say that?! Look at his sweet face, you just provoked him!” You argued, squishing your face against Iggy’s as you held him.

“Ugh, we’ll see how you feel when you catch rabies.” Polnareff sneered, and you rolled your eyes.

”Look sharp, everyone!” Joseph announced suddenly, turning back towards everyone as he held a camera brought by the Speedwagon Foundation.

Everyone crowded in for a photo, sat together on the rocks jutting from the sand.

As the Polaroid developed, everyone leaned in to look at it, smiles on every face as the hot desert sun illuminated you all.

“Fantastic, this is a perfect memento.” Said Kakyoin, passing the photo off to Jotaro.

The sweet moment was interrupted by a scream, and everyone looked up to see Polnareff running for his life from the terrier once again, shouting at Avdol to give him the coffee-flavored gum.

“Now why in the world would I do that, when the two of you are already such good friends, Polnareff?” Avdol replied lazily.

”Aw, good boy Iggy!” You shouted in response, giggling as the two ran in circles.

A short while later, the folks from the Speedwagon Foundation prepared to set off, everyone standing by as the helicopter sprang to life once more, kicking up sand as the blades spun.

Joseph stood and spoke with one of the employees, questioning him about his daughter’s illness, only to be informed that her health was rapidly declining. The employee explained to Mr. Joestar that Holly had maximum two weeks left if the group didn’t work quickly.

You all just looked on in shock, everyone dismayed by the news, before the man continued. He went on to explain that a spy from the Foundation had observed a group of nine people gathered at a place believed to be Dio’s hideout. He said how the spy was killed shortly thereafter, and the mansion was vacated.

At this news, everyone began discussing the possibility of nine new stand users, Kakyoin arguing that the only stands related to the Tarot cards that hadn’t yet been defeated was Hol Horse’s Emperor, and The World, which was assumed to be Dio’s.

”Listen, I hate to be the one to go there but we have to consider this. My stand isn’t related to the Tarot at all, which means if I’m any indication, there could be an incredible amount of stand users out there that we don’t know about. I mean, I didn’t have any idea about stands before this, and Dio still found me.” You reasoned, growing weary as you began to really consider what that could mean.

Your words didn’t have long to settle before the old man piped up, explaining how Dio’s head still hadn’t adjusted to his new body. But despite that, he’ll do anything to keep your group out of Cairo. These revelations weighed heavily on everyone.

The Speedwagon employees finally said their goodbyes, Joseph thanking them for their help as they set back off in that copter.

Everyone was piled in the off-road vehicle as it rolled through the desert. Joseph and Jotaro sat up front, with Kakyoin, Avdol and Polnareff crushed in the trunk, while you sat spaciously in the backseat with Iggy.

You felt eyes on your back, as Polnareff leaned over into the backseat and glared daggers at you and the dog. Finally, the Frenchman let out a loud groan as he started to whine.

”Ugh, Mr. Joestar, why are you letting him get away with this?! It’s not fair he gets to be in the backseat while we’re stuck in the trunk! And in case you didn’t know, it’s not exactly spacious back here! I’m gonna need a chiropractor! And how come (Y/n) gets to sit with him?!” Polnareff complained, and you stifled a laugh.

”Look, I know it’s not ideal, but you’ll just have to wait until the gum runs out of flavor. When it does, throw another stick of gum into the trunk to lure him back there. Then you can all switch seats with him. And it’s not my fault he only likes (Y/n).” Joseph explained, as Polnareff tried to reach out to snatch the gum from Iggy, only to earn a harsh snarl in response.

”Alright, alright! Calm down already fleabag! Damn, you’re annoying.” The Frenchman whined, slinking back into his spot in the trunk, which earned Iggy a pat on the head from you.

Suddenly, the old man gasped from the drivers seat, slamming on the brakes hard. The sudden deceleration sent the back wheels up in the air and everyone’s bodies flying forward, particularly those in the trunk without seatbelts.

Everyone yelled their complaints, but Joseph pointed forward to a grisly scene before you.

A few feet ahead lay a crash site, the Speedwagon Helicopter from just minutes before lying mangled and smoking in the sand.

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santigarcia · 4 years

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bring you in cold

a din djarin x reader fic~

word count: 1.3k

rating: T

summary: You fall in the ice and Din has to keep you warm with his body heat ;)

a/n: I WROTE THIS BEFORE EP 10 and when i watched it i was like O.o . this is just some softness, i might do a smutty part two

bring you in cold

Black. It’s black, swirling nothingness. You’ve fallen deep in the ice. The only light you can see is through the crack where you fell, but it shrinks as you sink. The shock of the frigid temperatures goes straight to your lungs, you swallow too much water. Your limbs too cold to help you swim.

It all happened so fast.

The Mandalorian was chasing a bounty. You’d stepped outside the Razor Crest for one moment to get some air. It was too cold for your taste, the snow crunching under your feet. The Child was asleep, you deemed it safe to leave the ship for a moment to breathe despite the cold.

That’s when the sprinting bounty brushes past you and shoves you onto the ice. Your tumble cracks the thin ice and that’s when you’re plunged into the icy depths.

Mando has two options; leave the bounty or rescue you. But he’s quick on the draw. He shoots the bounty and dives for you. His metal armor is too heavy to swim, and you’re not far from the shoreline. He lays on the snowy shore and reaches into the hole. When you feel his hand, you do your best to grab on. Your frigid fingers are weak. He squeezes a little too tight for comfort, but he saves your life and pulls you out of the icy waters.

He smacks your back until you cough up the water. The oxygen filling your lungs is sweet, but it burns.

The wind is biting and unforgiving against your soaking wet skin and clothes. You’re shaking violently. When he sees you struggle to take a step, a gentle but firm arm wraps around you. He walks with you slowly. Normally you’d have swooned to be so close to him, to have your secret crush touching you. You feel the hard Beskar digging into your skin where he holds you too tight. You don’t even feel the chill from it, you’re too cold.

You suppose the only good thing is he won’t notice whether your tremble is from the cold or his embrace.

“We have to get you warm,” he says, his modulated voice is so close to your ear.

When you’re inside the Crest, he turns to leave for one moment to get his bounty. Already the warmer temperatures in the ship have you feeling less cold, but it’s not enough.

You stand in the Crest shivering, waiting for him to get back. You see the snow swirling outside the open door.

When he walks up with bounty dragging behind him, the hatch doors closing is a relief. The warmth grows.

He gets the bounty squared away, then he comes to you.

“M-m-mando,” you shiver, your teeth clattering. “W-what do-o we-e d-do?”

“We need to get your wet clothes off,” he states. He says it so simply, but you feel a tight pang in your chest. Is that just more aches from the cold? Or are you panicking about being seen naked by him?

He’s very still, he knows this isn’t the ideal scenario.

Your fingers are too cold to unfasten your clothes. You both know he has to do it.

He kneels first and begins to unlace your boots. He’s gentle when he grasps your calves to help you out of the soaked boots. He tilts his head up at your asking for permission while his hands hover at your waist. Seeing him like this sends a thrill down your spine, you shudder visibly and nod.

You swear you see a tremor in his hands when he starts to push your pants down your hips. Maybe his hands are cold too, after all they got wet when he stuck his arm in to pull you out. That’s it, it has to be. Right?

He looks down at your feet when he pulls your underwear down with your pants. Your shirt and jacket are long, touching your thighs. You’re not fully exposed yet but you feel it.

He sighs when he stands, you can feel the tension in the air. He doesn’t like doing this to you.

Your jacket comes next, he pushes it off your shoulders. You try to help him untie the fastenings on your shirt, but your fingers shake.

“Let me,” he almost whispers. You’re mortified, he knows it. He remains gentle. You see that shake again in his hands when he unties your shirt. He has to peel it off you, the material stuck to your skin.

You can’t watch him remove the last piece that’ll have you fully naked in front of him. So, you look at the Beskar helmet in front of your eyes. You feel every brush of his fingers on your skin. You don’t miss how he’s trying not to look at you, while also trying to remove you of your clothes.

When you’re completely naked, his head is tilted up at your face. He’s remained calm, doing what needs to be done to get you warm. You tremble still.

“Blankets,” he says suddenly. He turns sharply on his heel too quickly and he hits the edge of a doorway with his helmet. It echoes in the small space with a loud clang. You stifle a giggle, and when he looks at you this time you think there must be a smile under the helmet. There’s less tension in the air.

“We can’t warm you too quickly, you’ll go into shock,” he tells you when he comes back with the blankets. He hands you one to wrap around yourself, while he moves around you to dry you off as best, he can.

“Thank you,” you tell him. “You saved my life.”

His helmet tilts up towards your face for a beat. A pause. Then he moves back to drying you off.

“I’ll use my body heat to help warm you.”

There’s no jest in his tone, this wasn’t some scheme to get you naked and in his arms. You know he wouldn’t do that.

So, you nod. Then he nods in the direction of his cot. When you lie down, the lights shut off. It’s completely dark. You can’t even see your hand in front of your face.

“Mando?”

“Din,” he says, his voice is nearby – and clearer. He’s removed his helmet and he’s removing his armor. You can hear him shift around in the dark, the metal clanks against the floor as he sets down each piece.

You hear him step closer to the cot and your heart jumps when you feel the weight shift. He lies down beside you, and you jolt. He’s wearing pants, but not a shirt. His skin is so warm it burns, and you snuggle closer to him. His strong arms wrap tightly around you, and you can feel his breath against your forehead. His chin brushes against your face, the bristles of his facial hair tickle.

“Din?” your voice is timid. There’s only a slight tremor now, but you’re still cold. “My fingers hurt.”

He reaches for your hands, and it dawns on you then that you’re feeling his bare hands for the first time. He holds your hands between his, and he blows between his hands. The hot air brushing over your icy fingers.

He rubs his hands over yours until some warmth returns. His hands move all over your body, rubbing to get the warmth back. His hands shake now, and you know why. You can feel his heart thunder under your ear.

You tell yourself he’s just anxious to get you warm, but that’s not it. You know deep inside it’s because the way you feel in his arms is something he’s wanted. You’re naked and he’s flustered.

“This isn’t how I hoped this would happen,” you giggle out, you figure the ice has been broken enough you can say it.

Another pause.

“Me either,” he whispers.

For the second time today, you feel a shock to your body while surrounded by darkness. And for the second time today, Din Djarin pulls you out.

xxxxx

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rwbyremnants · 4 years

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NOTE: Car sex, cunnilingus.

WOW, I can't believe after so long between updates it's finally all up! Hope you guys enjoyed the ride and are happy that Ruby and Winter figured it all out. Again, I know sometimes this account goes quiet even though I'm always writing; I just can't always find the time to set aside to edit and update the fics. It won't be right away but I can tell you that the next installment of the White Noise universe is definitely coming someday. Until then, see you in the other fics!

-NBW

=Chapter 11

Once the newly happy couple entered the conservatory, it became too crowded to talk about their private affairs. Everyone was sat around in the living room, surrounding Weiss who took the middle of the sofa with Yang at her side. Blake and Sun had made it, and they were lingering near Yang. There was still no sign of Qrow, Taiyang or Penny yet. They must have been more held up than they thought. Even if people were still engaged in their own conversations rather than fully focusing on their host, it was still too risky.

But that didn't stop Ruby standing in place by Winter's side, idly brushing their hands by one another. Not holding, but enough to make her presence known.

"Okay, I guess we're ready!" Weiss was announcing as Winter hooked her own pinky around Ruby's. No one would have noticed how nervous she was unless they were close to her - either physically or emotionally. Nervous, yet excited.

"Hang on," Blake said, holding up her phone and aiming the camera at Weiss. "Okay, ready!"

"Open Yang's! It's sappy!" Ruby called across the crowd loudly, knowing it would definitely be heard on the recording.

It was a small haul of presents in comparison to previous years, but no one particularly minded. Both the hosts understood that many of their guests either didn't know what to get or couldn't afford much – and they themselves had insisted nobody break the bank. It made the cards reviewed all the more special, which Weiss had Yang display by the fireplace right away.

Nearly an hour later, everyone had gathered at the dinner table. Weiss put the various presents to one side but insisted on wearing the bracelet. While agreeing it was sappy, she loved it – just as both Ruby and Yang suspected she would. Yang and Weiss were sat at one end, with Fènleng in her high chair at the head of the table. By their side were Sun and Blake, then Neon and Inu, then Winter and Ruby. The rest of the guests were further along, with only a few taking the sofa due to lack of space at the table. Everyone took what they wanted from the buffet of sandwiches and snacks, complimenting Neon and Yang who had put it all together on this occasion.

Ruby sometimes managed to give Winter a shy wave. There was still no sign of Penny just yet. But while things were up in the air with Winter, she assumed that was for the best. They could talk soon.

"You know," Winter said to Neon as she leaned to one side so they could speak more easily, "you two did quite a good job on this spread. If you ever get tired of performing, you could probably try your hand at party planning."

Blowing a loud raspberry, she smirked back toward her. "No way! Any nimrod can spread some mayo on bread’n add some tuna or ham. I just needed to do it a few hundred times!"

"Well, I might think about it! I'm sure as hell still not used to going out and people recognising me on the street, like I’m somebody." Grabbing a few of the cheese sandwiches and some potato chips, Yang looked toward her little sister from across the table. "Don't worry, I put Penny's vegan stuff to the side so she'll have plenty when she gets here. Made it special!"

"Oh, great! She'll really like that!" Ruby grinned straight back, having just put a bratwurst on her plate and adding more chips. "They're still held up, I think… traffic must be bad."

"Sometimes it gets pretty congested," Weiss agreed as she popped a devilled egg into her mouth. "Flying out of Nashville is as miserable as LAX. But you get used to it."

"This tuna is excellent," Blake commented with a smile. "You really went all out."

"Seconded! I'm surprised it hasn’t summoned the real cat yet." Taking a few of the tuna sandwiches for herself, Neon then looked back to Weiss while she prepared her own and some of Fènleng's food. "Hey, where is Xu-Xu anyways?"

But while they had their light, aimless conversations, it seemed Ruby was zoning out for a moment. She had got her food, and simply stared blankly at her plate as she began to eat. Dwelling on Penny being late would do no good for her mood, so eating was a good solution.

And so was something else going on under the table. About a third of the way through her bratwurst, Ruby could feel a sensation sliding up her calf. It was very light, but definitely present; a teasing. As it did so, she could hear Winter answering another question Blake had asked.

"Oh, I'm not much of a pet person. But I might be persuaded to take in a rescue." Her eyes flicked between both her and Ruby. "Perhaps a cat and a dog, if they could play nice with each other."

Swallowing the meat in her mouth, Ruby shuddered with both a mixture of shock and pleasure. She could feel very easily it was Winter's soft foot, teasing her with those pedicured nails. And it began to rise! Then it hit her: Winter's ultimate payback for what happened with her father. She wasn't finished with her just yet, but could balance their debts by winding her up in front of all the guests.

"Really?" Blake was laughing with a wider smile. "Maybe find a cat who wouldn't mind being cat-sat by you until you could adopt one of your own. I could help you with that."

The elder Schnee sister hummed her agreement as the teasing went up to Ruby's knee, tracing tiny circles as it went. "You know, that might be nice. Test if I'm really ready to take on a pet full-time."

Again, her eyes went back to Ruby. Now biting her lip, Ruby waited for what was coming. She had to maintain a mask of calm, not show that she was really flustered. She never considered all these factors when doing it to Winter. No wonder she wanted to get back at her in this way; it would teach her not to underestimate how hard this was to do on the receiving end.

"Ahem!" Sun ejaculated toward Winter in regards to her comments. Assuming they were intended for Blake, he leant forward. "'Ix-nay' on the 'Et stuff-pay', alright? These people are super vanilla!"

Leaning forward herself, Winter's foot disappeared during the action. "Nobody would pick up on what we meant if you weren't drawing more attention to it, Monkey Boy," she hissed. Though she was still smiling; not at all upset, just mildly bemused that Sun had let himself get so easily flustered.

Looking downward got his plate and groaning in annoyance instead, he murmured, "Just shut up and eat your sandwiches."

But Ruby was finally sighing with relief, going back to her sandwich. She assumed that Winter had stopped taunting her, thinking she realised how mean it really was in front of people. That she had enjoyed her revenge.

"Aww, it's okay," Blake was murmuring to Sun very gently, petting his shoulder to soothe him. "But Winter is right in this case; we were just talking about pets. No big deal."

"And a well cared for pet is a happy pet," Winter went on, as her foot resumed its upward progress - this time, starting at the knee and working inward. "Don't worry, I've done a lot of pet-sitting in my time."

"Oh really?” Yang put in. “We'll have to get you to cat-sit Xu-Xu for us, Winter. See, we wanted to take Fènleng to Disneyland sometime soon-"

Yang was immediately cut off by Neon. "Kids her age can barely go on anything!"

"Who said it was just for her?"

But the host's little sister was distracted once more. Forced to release the sandwich which dropped to her plate, she froze up once again. Winter was continuing to wind her up in plain sight. She only hoped that no one was going to notice, somehow.

"Wouldn't mind it a bit," she was saying serenely while pushing her foot further and further between Ruby's thighs, underneath the meager protection her skit offered. "Though Neon does have a point. It might be more fun if you leave Fèn with one of us and just go to Disney yourselves."

"I could never do that!" Weiss gasped out, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder for emphasis. "My little girl, alone, for days at a time?!"

"Babe, didn't you wanna go back on tour for a couple of months next year, though?" Yang laughed. Looking back to Neon and Winter, she smiled. "For her, it would mainly be for pictures. We wanna build lots of memories and make some scrapbooks and stuff. You know, stuff to embarrass her with in front of her friends, or when she brings a date home."

Once the foot pressed home beneath the skirt, however, there was a harsh thud at the table from where Ruby jumped in surprise, knees impacting with the surface above. Either way, it got quite a bit of attention - the opposite of what she wanted. Already her cheeks were glowing.

It was remarkable how real the look of confusion and concern on Winter's face was as she asked, "Are you alright?" Even as the toes resumed their progress, getting so close to the mark again, she was laying her palms on either side of her plate, as if pretending she was about to stand.

"I-I… U-Uh…" By now, Ruby could feel her right up against her panties, pressing inward and taunting her fragile flesh. How was she supposed to respond to that with everyone looking? She didn't have as much self-control as Winter did!

There was nothing else for it. As much as she didn't want to give up and accept her fate, she found herself having to move her chair back slightly. He blush was completely red, enough to give Winter a big enough hint that her efforts were not fruitless. Once out of the foot's reach, she shot an apologetic look over toward Weiss.

"S-sorry, just need the bathroom. Where, uh, was it again?"

"There's one right here on this floor," Weiss said in some confusion. "And downstairs and upstairs, of course. You've been here before, haven't you?"

"Y-yeah… I… Sorry, I forgot. I'm being dumb. E-excuse me!"

And barely even managing to tuck her skirt back down in time, Ruby dashed away from her chair and straight to the bathroom, leaving their guests very confused. Winter had to play it cool. Even with the guilty thrill that shot into her stomach, she had to at least pretend that she had no idea that anything was wrong with Ruby. However, after a full minute had passed, she withdrew her phone from her bosom and sent a quick message.

R u ok?

"Your sister's kinda crazy, Yang." Neon was heard commenting as she went to grab more tuna sandwiches.

"Yeah, but at least she's in better moods now." Yang admitted, looking toward the eldest Schnee with a bright smile. "We got Winter to thank for that."

But after a short moment, there was a buzz through to Winter's phone. A message back.

Fine! I guess I deserved that. But I knew I was gonna end up moaning so I had to leave quick! D:

"Oh, I just… did what I could," Winter said evasively as she began to type back.

You could have stopped me and said it was too much, I just thought it would be fun ; ) I'll help you moan more later

"My sister's so modest," Weiss said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. But she was smirking. "She's so good at reassuring people. The same sister who once convinced me that if I ate a caterpillar, I would have a literal butterfly in my stomach."

"That was ONE time!" Winter said in exasperation as she laid her phone down to take a drink of water. "And I was five, you can hardly blame me!"

While everyone chuckled, Weiss said, "Can't I?"

"Oh, that's bush league compared to the stuff I did." Yang laughed, holding up the hand with her sandwich to gesture along with her story. "When we had our first dog, Ein, Ruby would always try and run around on all fours like him. I told her if she did absolutely everything a dog does, she would be able to turn into one."

"Oh my God, please tell me she didn't whiz on any fire hydrants!" Sun was already laughing halfway through Yang's story, but then came another vibration from Winter's phone.

Honestly I haven't felt up to doing anything so long it's so tempting just to go to town on myself in here o//o

"Nothing like that!" Yang could be heard continuing. "But I looked away for two minutes, then suddenly both Ein and Ruby are rolling in a pool of mud! Dad was so pissed when we got home!"

With a knowing glint in her eye, Blake said in a deceptively-casual tone, "Wow, maybe you should look after Ruby when you look after Xu-Xu, Winter."

"Oh? Oh, I- perhaps so!" Now Winter could feel her own desires returning, but she was well practiced at maintaining a façade; no one else would know she was turned on. Even as she began to casually type…

Not yet. Please? I want to help more… directly. Tell me where to meet u

Here? Really???

But Yang quickly gave Blake a rather playful glare. She might have been oblivious to what Blake was talking about, but assumed it was something else instead. "What are you saying, my sister's a furry or something? Gross."

Another vibration. Ruby had added to her last reply before Winter could type her own: My car.

"Nothing against furries, but if she likes rolling around in the dirt, might be better to have someone putting her on a leash." Again, Blake glanced at Winter with a smirk.

"Well, I think this conversation is taking a turn for the strange," Weiss observed as she reached for another handful of chips to add to her plate. "My sister walking my sister-in-law like a dog! You're weird, Blake."

"Weird, yeah," Blake was muttering while Winter replied to her texts.

Slip out the back and around the house, I'll excuse myself when I can

"Some people are into that," Neon spoke up with a small smirk. In fact, she looked toward not only Weiss who started the conversation, but also occasionally to the woman sat opposite her. The ever-silent Inu.

"For real? People get off on being treated like a dog?" But the more Yang commented on it, the shorter Inu seemed to become as she sank down in her seat, cheeks reddening. Contrary to what the three people at the table who had prior experience in the Clamp assumed, it seemed there was yet another who shared those sorts of interests among them!

But Winter would have to miss that conversation if it went on. She had just received another message:

I'll text Weiss just to tell her I'll be on the phone. Should buy us enough time. I'm headed to the car now, don't keep me waiting or I'll have to start without you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Feeling her heart speed up into her throat, Winter let out a long, beleaguered sigh. Then she texted back a simple “Ok, be there soon” before pushing her chair back, finally putting on the shoe she had dislodged to tease her poor sub.

"I am sorry, I have to take this after all; some business can't wait. Don't worry, I'll just nip out front and take care of it. Excuse me."

But Blake's amber eyes were focused entirely on Winter as she stood. "Well, have fun." It was said flippantly, as if she were being sarcastic, but they both knew she was serious.

"Hurry back!" Weiss bade her as she strode from the table and out the front door. "All this food isn't going to eat itself!"

Due to how much closer the front door was to the car than the back door, Winter actually made it outside first. Therefore, she spent the time slipping off her cardigan and draping it over one arm, strolling lazily toward Ruby's car. Her heart was pounding with excitement, but she didn't dare show it. Not when there was a slim chance someone might glance out the foyer window and spot her dancing like a giddy schoolgirl.

Before Ruby was in sight, the car could be heard unlocking as the lights flashed. Then came one more vibration from the phone.

Just getting my shoes. Get in, seats can be lowered and there's a blanket in the back, be two seconds ; )

Winter blinked down at the message, then pulled the door handle, sliding into the passenger's side. As she closed the door, she began to message back - because it had to be asked.

Where were your shoes before??

I took them off when I first came over. She always keeps the garden clean so I never bothered to put them back on!

But finally, Ruby was in sight walking around the building. She had managed to avoid the gaze of the other guests as she made her way to the car. But just before she got there, she sent one last teasing text.

Surprised you didn't notice actually ; )))))

Biting her lip, Winter wrapped her phone in her cardigan and put it in the back seat, then grabbed the blanket to pull over herself. She waited until the driver's side door opened before she spoke.

"I had other worries on my mind. But… now that you mention it, I do seem to remember spotting some cute little piggies dancing along the floor…"

Quickly shutting the door behind her and locking it, Ruby grinned just as giddily when she looked back to Winter. She could barely even contain herself as she lowered her seat, attempting to create a more comfortable area for their activities.

"I wasn't thinking about it! Not till you started teasing me with yours. You total asshole, by the way!"

"Just thought I'd pay you back," she said with a grin, sliding the blanket so that she could throw it over Ruby, as well. "A little. Not really make you too uncomfortable - at least, I hope I didn't."

"No, it didn't," she assured her. It wouldn’t do to wound their barely-established relationship with misunderstandings. Scootching slightly toward Winter, she shuffled off her own jacket, tossing it to one side. Then started to undo one or two buttons to give Winter more of a view. "Like I said… I'm just so pent up you were about to make me lose my cool. So I'd rather you do that here, in private."

Now that she had been reassured, it seemed Winter wasn't above more teasing. As she watched the buttons open, she muttered, "Didn't want to let on to your big sister that you were all hot and bothered? I can imagine…"

It was certainly helping the situation, making her growl with desire as she felt deep heat brewing between her legs. But that need was becoming more of a priority than any small talk. It had been too long; not only had she enjoyed no sexual contact with Penny since that time in the car, but she had felt no motivation to take care of her urges on her own. But now that they were back with a passion, all she could do was look her dead in the eye.

"Quit teasing me and make me scream already."

As Winter's smile slowly began to fade, she reached over and grasped Ruby, pulling her across the space to lay atop her. A shoe clattered to the floor while she ran her hands up and down her sides, over her hindquarters.

"Ruby, I missed you so fucking much," she growled needily, past the point of caring how it sounded. Her hands were already gouging into the backs of the girl's thighs, digging in as they worked their way closer to her centre.

Several shaky gasps fell from from the younger woman’s lips. Still wearing an elated smile, instinct was already starting to take over. No longer did she care about their sub or Dom roles; this time, it was a case of doing whatever each of them wanted, trusting their intuition. Already Ruby felt her hips pushing forward against Winter's needily, desperate to get anything she could of her and push back against those hands in addition. Her arms wrapped around Winter's shoulders, keeping her close as she pressed her forehead against hers.

"I missed you, too." A hand dived into her hair. "I'm so happy you're here."

"I know how we started," Winter began as one hand slid around Ruby's hip to begin hiking up her skirt, to rub against her through the thin material of her underwear. "But now it's so much more than just training you. I… I have thought about you every single day since the last time we saw each other!"

"Nhhh! God, I'm so glad I'm not the only one!" Already she was so warm – and all over! No doubt Winter would be able to feel just how wet she had been, it was soaking her undies already. Looking her dead in he eye, she whispered, "So what are you waiting for? Fuck me." And without hesitating any longer, she crashed her lips up against Winter's.

As she kissed back, harder than ever before, Winter wasted no time. Ordinarily, her hands would have been doing a thousand things, taunting flesh and ghosting up thighs. In this instance, she jerked the crotch of Ruby's soft cotton panties aside and began to rub up and down her dripping folds, fingers moving with practiced ease.

Finally, Ruby could do just as she wanted to in the presence of everyone in that room. And she didn't hold back, moaning contentedly into their kiss as she continued to thrust her hips forward into the slender fingers. Even if she was glad they could do as they wanted, Ruby was able to come up with one downside to their impromptu session: they didn't have an artillery of Winter's wonderful toys to use. If only they had somehow anticipated this reconciliation.

Not that she was complaining. Slender fingers would be able to bring her to just as satisfying a finish. She knew that deep down. And she was so desperate for it she couldn't hold back any of the needy thrusts.

Clearly, the girl was ready for more. Not wanting to be conspicuously gone any longer than they had to be, she plunged her middle finger straight into Ruby, curling in with great relish as her tongue began to do the same with the beautiful mouth atop her own.

"HMMMHH!"

What a loud and needy sound that fell into Winter's mouth. Yesss, that’s the spot right there, Ruby thought. She continued to push herself forward against Winter's hand while she worked at that sensitive spot inside, feeling the slender and thin finger buried inside her. But one wasn't enough. Oh no. To be truly satisfied, she needed more than that. Ruby’s hand dove down toward where Winter was working and tapping at one of her other fingers with hers lightly. Just enough to give an undoubtable hint.

But it seemed that even now, Winter couldn't be satisfied with doing this the usual way. Pausing their kiss, she panted, "You want another? Go ahead. Add another." As she said this, she switched from middle to index, pushing the rest of her hand as far out of Ruby's way as she could manage.

Trying to keep her volume down by habit, she looked down at Winter wide eyed. That wasn't something she had heard of before; born of them working together to push her to orgasm. But the way Winter was so casual about it excited her so much! It was worth a try. Holding her hand right beside Winter's, she pushed a finger inside, trusting Winter to follow.

She did, keeping pace with the entry. Of course, it wasn't quite so easy to pull off as only one of them using two fingers, but it turned out to be just doable. Having two hands in such an area forced Ruby's legs further apart, but she was young and flexible; it wasn't impossible.

"Oooh," Winter cooed as she felt a foreign digit sliding over her own, both of them buried deep in the waiting sex. "How does that feel?"

For some reason, this made Ruby shudder even more. It was one thing not to be fully in control, it was another to hand it completely over. But to share? How many times has Winter done this with others, she wondered… "S-so good…" she breathed needily, even pushing herself up against the hands right at her welcoming warmth, trying to welcome them further in.

"Yeah?" Panting heatedly, she began to move her finger at the same time as Ruby's - but she couldn't quite get the rhythm. That seemed to make her partner undulate and buck even more than she would have done under ordinary circumstances. "Mmm, you look like you're losing yourself in it… I hope it's in the best of ways."

"Nnhhhh, yeah, it d-definitely is," she assured her, holding still for a moment as she tried to sync herself up with Winter's hand. Each time it wasn't quite matched, she shuddered a little more, even squealed on top of things on occasion. She could feel her toes beginning to curl in her shoes already. Why didn't she get off inside? It would have made things more of a challenge, at least.

Winter's lips found their way to Ruby's neck as she felt her began to buck atop her, as she tried to curl at the same speed. She was also just able to get her thumb right up against her clit as she did so, hoping the slight friction from their movements would be enough to help send her into the stratosphere sooner rather than later.

Continuing to buck and twitch as her neck was kissed, the moaning was unfortunately increasing in volume. She couldn't help it one bit, it was such a strange sensation! At times when Winter would curl her finger, Ruby would in another direction, which made her feel her inner walls very slightly stretched out. That was more filling than anything. She could feel her heart beginning to race as she grasped Winter's shirt with her spare hand, and felt the few stray quivers that informed her it wouldn’t be long now.

"C-close… I-I'm close already! F-fuck! What are you doing to me?!"

"Let it happen! Oh God, Ruby - you sound so good!" Winter flexed her finger faster than ever, inwardly loving the feeling of Ruby's sliding over hers; it felt so foreign and new, added an intriguing dimension for her. Clearly, it was doing way more than for the smaller woman atop her. "Cum for me! Cum hard for me, Lady!"

God had she missed that petname. Finally, she was pushed over the edge. When Winter curled her finger one more time, and she did too, she felt them hit that sweet spot just right. That in addition to Winter's play with her clit, and she was done for. Shuddering on top of her, “Lady” moaned one more time as loud as she was able, feeling her inner walls clenching around the digits inside her. She felt her fluids getting out of control again, sprinkling Winter's leg and the seat very slightly.

But they had done it. In the car, at WEISS’S BIRTHDAY PARTY.

"Ohhh, wow," Winter breathed, gazing up at hey affectionately. "I wasn't thinking about your ejaculation problem. But… it's so hot…" Drawing away, she left a light kiss on her lips. "You'll never know how much I missed that these past few months."

For a moment, she just lay on top of Winter's front, gasping for breath and smiling with glee as she gradually came down from her high. That was something she missed for a long while. It felt like a relief to regain waht they had lost. But they were still on the clock. After a minute, she was pulling out her own and Winter's finger so she could descend. "Your turn."

"Oh… oh, that isn't necessary, Ruby," she told her earnestly as she watched the girl sink to the floorboard. "I just wanted to follow through on what I promised at the dinner table. You don't have to…"

But already Ruby was crammed into the footwell of the passenger seat. She still made sure the blanket was covering her up, but she began to brush her hands up and down Winter's thighs needily. While Ruby first needed to get off, she needed Winter as well. She needed to be the one to hear her moan again. Hitching up her skirt with each brush, she smirked.

"But I didn't get to eat yet."

While watching her down there, Winter couldn't help but sigh and smile gently at the face between her knees. After a beat, she whispered to her, "You're the most beautiful woman in the entire world."

"Hmm… Nope!" Without elaborating, she made sure to tuck the blanket over them both to keep the area covered. Anything else, Winter would just have to feel. And first thing was first, she would kiss the insides of her thighs, making her way upward toward her underwear rather quickly. While she knew Winter needed the teasing, they had a limited time-window.

And the elder woman didn't waste any time in allowing her eyes to close, to relax into the gentle motions. She was going to enjoy it, of course, but if she fought against the tiny ripples of pleasure, it would take much longer than if she rode them out.

Lady managed to nudge aside her panties with her nose again. She had a feeling it would be preferred by Winter to do so, as a gentle reminder of their play from before. One that, since Yang mentioned the dog story, was starting to make sense why she enjoyed! She at first delivered a single, small kiss before she opened her mouth wider against the folds, and went in for the kill.

If the kiss had made her sigh, the actions that followed made her moan. Winter's legs raised up to drape over Ruby's back as she opened herself up to more stimulation, more attentions from the ravenous tongue of her lover.

Lover… The title sounded accurate now. Justified. Even the strange things they had put each other through, the worries and the uncertainty, hadn't been enough to stop them from being together. All she wanted was to see that through, to become one with the only person she had ever cared about beyond friendship. To see where things led.

And right now, they were leading further and further toward Winter's finish. That tongue hadn't lost its talent, and lapped at Winter's sex readily and needily. In particular, she focused on the clit, kissing it on occasion over and over again. But she knew to add more. And a hint of that was coming as she parted the lips further with her fingers, the other hand still stroking her inner thigh.

"Ohhh, yes," Winter panted obscenely, pushing a hand into the side of Ruby's head as her back arched very slightly. "Ruby, please - more! It feels so good, I can't help it, I n-need…"

Ruby would absolutely deliver more. Keeping the lips apart, she finally gave her what she craved. Aware it would be awkward for Winter to join her down there, she entered her body with two fingers. In unison with her licking, she pumped in and out of her body with them. All the while she was smirking as she listened to the sound of her new lover.

Her other partner in addition to Penny. It was a dream come true.

The fingers instantly had Winter screaming, curling her stomach as her hungry sex tried to clamp down on them, hold them inside. It hadn't been as long for Winter since she orgasmed, but it being Ruby was enough to get her within a hair's breadth very quickly. Her lips stretched wide and her head fell back completely as she let the feeling wash over her, as a few more good thrusts sent her spinning off into an explosion of pleasure unlike any she had enjoyed in months.

Though it wasn't just the swift orgasm that ended their spontaneous session. It was a small, but sharp knock on the car window. One that made Ruby's head jerk up from under the blanket.

What she saw was a freckle-cheeked ginger smiling in at them. No one else was standing outside her car, luckily enough; only Penny, looking pleased as could be to see her girlfriend. She waved, being that the windows were up and it would probably be hard to hear her through them.

"Holy shit Penny!" Eyes snapping wide open, Ruby was quick to remove her fingers from Winter's body and pull her panties back into place. Even if Penny couldn't hear them, she still waved back, talking nervously. "U-Um… Hi! I… I meant to message you about this!"

"What?" Penny called back. "Hi!"

"Oh shit," Winter was whispering, blinking at the redhead. Even though she was clearly in a good mood, she still felt awkward that there had been no time to discuss things with Penny directly… before such an unfortunate moment!

"U-Um… Uh…" There wasn't any way to talk to Penny without yelling aimlessly in the car ,or finding her keys to start the engine and roll the window down. Even if it wasn't the most convenient of moments, she couldn't let things slide without saying a word. Resigning to it, Ruby opened the door very slightly, just enough so Penny could hear her talk. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean for you to… to walk up and… U-Uh…"

But Penny simply flung the door wide, squatted down and embraced her girlfriend, even having to crane around Winter's leg the way she did. The genuine warmth and affection in the action told Ruby that she wasn't doing it merely for show; she had just missed her that much.

"I love my parents, but I love you, too," she breathed into Ruby's sweat-dampened hair. "So good to be back."

"W-Wha?!" More shocked than anything at first, Ruby looked at Winter with a look of confusion for a moment, until she finally embraced Penny right back, locking her arms around Penny's shoulders. Although about to grasp her, she held back with one of the hands. Penny would not appreciate that on her back!

"Awww, I missed you, too! I'm just so sorry I couldn't tackle hug you or something! This is… is awkward."

Once Ruby said that, her partner drew back with a slight pinkness in her cheeks. From experience, she knew it was more that Penny was embarrassed than that she was "turned on," of course. "Right. Well, I saw you while I was walking up to the house. Luckily, Taiyang and Qrow didn't notice, so I told them I wanted to get something my suitcase." At last, she spared Winter a bashful glance. "Hello."

"G-good to see you," she murmured, her own face redder than either of the other two.

"Still, I did want to talk to you." Drawing back from their embrace, Ruby looked toward the emerald eyes she adored so much. And then to Winter, as well. The two women she loved, both in the same place. And oddly without a single hitch. How lucky she truly was to have them both, even if it was an awkward circumstance.

"Penny, I'm sorry I’ve been such a sad sack the past few months," she told her, partially explaining for her and Winter's benefit, especially with the next line. "It was my fault for not trying to solve this sooner and letting myself mope. Honestly, I don't know how either of you put up with me sometimes…"

Both of them moved to hug her, but Winter held back when she noticed Penny was doing the same. The latter said, "Sorry, you can go first if you want."

"No, it's… Penny, I'm sorry we haven't spoken properly about this before now." Her eyes flicked toward Ruby and back. "This is an unusual situation, but not unheard of. But clearly we both care very much about Ruby. So… well, it's her decision in the end, but it seems only honest for me to ask you directly, as well. Are you sure you don’t mind? Since you and she had the pre-existing relationship."

"And please don't make a choice solely because of me," Ruby insisted, making sure Penny was looking at her while she said it. Stroking her arm gently, she went on, "Because I want you to be happy, too. I need you to be happy. I don't want you to agree with this but be hating every moment of it."

"But I'm fine." When Ruby only kept looking at her in concern, she sighed and petted her neck. "Okay… I was upset when you first told me you wanted to start going to the club and trying things with other people. But not with you. I… was more frustrated with myself for not being enough for you. For not being wired the way that most people are and not being able to give you everything."

"But you give me everything I need!" She quickly took her hand – and then in addition, took Winter's. She simply made sure Winter's was the hand they'd been doing things with, just so it didn't disturb Penny. "You both do! I don't need sex at the end of the day. It's just… fun! Like going for a walk, or to a convention, it's not a need, it's… almost a hobby! What I need is what you both give me. Love and care, and good times. And that's what I have from you both. And I love you both for it!"

After a moment, Penny smiled and told her in a gentle voice, "I know. I got over that frustration pretty quickly; it was an emotional knee-jerk response. You being happy is a lot more important, and once I realized that you would be, and it wouldn't 'cost' me anything, the rest was pretty easy to process."

"You really don't mind?" Winter asked her, voice steady despite her obvious fear. "One hundred percent sure?"

"Not at all. You have treated Ruby well; even in the story she told me about your argument, I could tell you were very distressed about what she had done and who she had done it in front of. She never said you hit her, or called her a bad person; you were just upset and trying to handle those new feelings. And other than that one incident, she has never had a bad thing to say about you."

"And I kinda blamed myself more, anyway…" Ruby began to sit upright, adjusting her position for ease of movement for Winter. "Anyway… I guess we better head back inside. They'll be wondering where we are."

"Not just yet," Penny said. "Winter, come here a moment."

Bewildered, the taller woman leaned down, taking the moment to right her seat as she did so. It was going to squeeze Ruby a bit, but she was small enough so that she could still easily extract herself. "Yes? Oh!"

"I love you," Penny told her gently as she embraced her. "I have never hated or resented you. What you can do for Ruby is very important because she's important to me. So I don't want you worrying about me; I know you're going to keep treating her well, so I have no reason to be worried, either."

Smiling gratefully, Ruby looked back and forth between both her girlfriends. This was all she could ask for; her two favourite people being okay with one another's company. It would certainly make things easier. Giggling to herself, she suggested, "Maybe one day we can all have a cuddle pile. We’ll need a bigger bed, of course."

"You're welcome to move in with me," Winter told them easily. "Either to all sleep in the same bed, or I could convert my office. But I'm sure you'd rather have your own apartment."

"That would be preferable to me. Not saying we couldn't sleep over at your place." Penny drew back from the hug so she could lay one of her hands on Ruby's shoulder, even as the other remained on Winter's back. "On evenings when you two don't want to have sex, of course; I wouldn't want you worrying about what I'm going to do with myself while you do."

"Well first we'll need to tell dad." Finally getting out from the small space, Ruby took the blanket to finally clean her hand, passing it over to Winter for her to do the same once Penny had let go. "He'll probably be all weepy that his kids have finally left, but he'll help us move."

"Very true." Then Penny beamed at her, cheeks bunching. "Ohh, I'm so happy - you look so much more like yourself than you have the past months!"

Penny threw both arms around her and went in for a big, affectionate kiss. She kissed back gratefully, allowing a moment to open her mouth a little wider to kiss deeper. "MMM!" She suddenly pulled back before Penny went too far, laughing nervously. "That… uh… that’s not a good idea right now. W-we just…"

But the ginger was already smacking her lips in vague confusion. "Oh… right, now I remember what you were doing before I knocked. Well… I guess that's my fault for forgetting, isn't it?" Her cheeks were getting rosier, but her smile was no less satisfied at their circumstances. "Um… I hope she doesn't mind."

"Me?" Winter asked, smiling herself now. Even though it was odd knowing her essence was on this more-or-less stranger’s tongue now, it wasn’t exactly the first time that had happened. "No, not at all! Why should I mind? I just- well, if you're asexual, I didn't… that wouldn't have been something I wanted to happen. But if you're not upset about it, why should I be?"

"You don't taste that different from Ruby, really. No need to be worried." Then she turned back to Ruby and made an even bigger show of kissing her right on the mouth. "It's who I'm kissing that's important, not where their mouth has been. Unless it’s on someone who has been sick, because I don’t want to catch their germs."

Blushing rather deeply, Ruby smiled back at Penny bashfully. She always was able to leave her a giddy mess, even if it was through flattery.

But worried that they really would be missed if they stayed any longer, she finally made an effort to unfold herself from the car, soon followed by Winter. Penny and Ruby headed inside first to avoid suspicion. At least this way, she had the excuse that she was waiting for her when she left to go to the bathroom. Then a few minutes later came Winter, who had “just finished her business”. Yang slid Penny her diet-specific food, along with a few sandwiches and snacks for Ruby and Winter before Qrow and Taiyang could stuff their faces.

"Goodness, Winter, that took forever," Weiss observed from where she was showing one of the women from Fènleng's daycare a photo album. "Business or pleasure?"

"A little of both," she hedged. "How's the party going? Did you get everything you wanted?"

"I did! Thank you for the music box, I didn't know they sold them with any of my songs."

At that, Winter had to smile. "They don't; it was a custom job." God bless Etsy. When Weiss broke away from the other woman to give her a hug, she laughed and hugged back. "Happy birthday."

Smiling contentedly at them, Ruby mostly stood by Penny or hung back by herself, with the main people she knew all busy talking to other party guests. Still, it was the happiest she had felt in months. As she watched her lovers spending time with friends and family, she relaxed back against the wall with her punch. Everything was copacetic.

Until a hand landed on her shoulder. "Hey there, Red."

Nearly jumping out of her skin, Ruby looked straight around to the source. "U-uncle Qrow! Sorry, I forgot you were coming!"

Her uncle laughed confidently, lowering his hand as he stood to one side of her, also leaning back against the wall. "Yeah, Yang sorta insisted. And I kinda needed the day out. It's nice to see the inside of somewhere other than the same old same-old."

"Yeah. I can imagine…" Unable to help it, Ruby was already growing nervous again. She hadn't even discussed anything with Qrow since finding out his living situation – and more. She was too afraid to in case it made things awkward, and lead to awkward questions. But that wasn't helping here at all when she realised she had nothing to say.

But Qrow beat her to it. "So, you and Snowbird sorted things out yet?" When Ruby blinked up in surprise at him, Qrow cut her off before she could speak. "Yeah, I know. Not only did she talk about it, but I saw a beady li’l eye watch me head to my room. You've never been the sneakiest of kids, Ruby."

"Great," the redhead muttered in embarrassment. While looking down at the floor instead however, she did add, "But yes… we talked it out. A-and… it went really well. Everything’s cool."

"Good to hear." Taking a sip of his drink, he sighed easily. Never was one to have ruffled feathers. "Maybe this means she'll be less gloomy. I mean, I tried to cheer her up, but there was only so much I could do."

"Please don't tell me how." Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to push the mental image of her other girlfriend with her uncle back out of her mind. Nobody needed that in their life. "I-I know it was selfish of me… to get mad over such a dumb reason. I think it's because you're more or less a second dad to me."

"You got that right," he laughed. "But, yeah, I wouldn't wanna imagine my pa doing anything with my girl, either. And I guess that's what first came to mind for ya." Though after a while, he cleared his throat, looking with a contented smile toward her. "I really am happy for you both, though. Winter's a special gal, anyone could tell you that. And I can't think of a better match for her than you."

"Qrow…" Against her will, she could feel her eyes beginning to well up. She had expected the conversation to be awkward with him, especially since he clearly enjoyed Winter's company as well. Managing to hold them back, she nodded. "Thank you… I just hope I can do right by her and Penny. Gonna be interesting figuring it all out."

"Kid, you get two birthdays and two Christmas presents now. But I guess that goes both ways." Giving a small pat on her shoulder, he smirked. "Say bye bye to your money."

"Ah, but Ruby is my sub," Winter muttered as she snuck up behind them, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. "Typically, I'll be buying her the gifts. And Qrow has seen the one you gave me hanging up in my 'special' closet."

"The one I-" Although immediately her eyes opened wide when she realised what that was, Qrow could only laugh at her reaction. “You put that on your wall?! But it was just a doodle!”

He mussed her hair slightly. "Don't look so shocked! When I first saw it, I thought she had it done by a professional. Had no idea it was you, squirt!"

Smiling gently, Winter leaned a little closer to Ruby, but still spoke in a tone they could both hear. "All teasing aside, it’s one of my favourite things. You’re really talented and I hope you keep it up."

Then, so quickly that none of the other guests would spot it, she left a tiny kiss behind Ruby's ear. But of course one did, and rolled his eyes. "God, you two, get a room. I'm gonna hang out with Tai and Jacques, see how they're getting along. Grumpy Old Men sequel over there. Take it easy."

And finally he left them on their own. Probably for the best, seeing as the smaller sub's cheeks were glowing red with their typical embarrassment. A side effect of all the affection she would have to get used to. The moment Qrow was well out of earshot, along with the rest of the party, Winter changed the subject.

"You're mine again. We'll have to think of some new fun things to do with you. How about… next time I take you for a walk at the Clamp, we see about slipping a pair of vibrating panties under your suit? Wouldn't that be fun?"

The blush only intensified even more at that idea. The walk alone was enough to do that! "Maybe…" She swallowed nervously. "It'd certainly be… interesting."

"Maybe we'll both wear a pair." Another furtive glance, and she ghosted a hand over Ruby's hind end. "The car was a preview of… coming attractions. There's a lot more in your future."

And with even more of a red blush, Ruby was beginning to sink further and further down the wall in embarrassment. She would be quite a sight for the rest of the evening, but didn't wish for anything else.

"I hope I can get used to this again…"

"Get used to what?" Penny asked as she walked up to them, sliding her hands around Ruby's waist and kissing her gently on the cheek. The action pushed Ruby's behind into Winter's hand again, which squeezed it very slightly.

Lady couldn't wish for anything more under the stars than surviving the embrace and love of her two favourite women. But clearly, history had proven she wasn't afraid to try.

= End =

= Stay Tuned for White Noise: Sister Midnight =

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powerofadyingsun · 11 months

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Chp 5! It has arrived.

Read it here.

#cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #cirilla fiona elen riannon #cahir x ciri #ciri #cahir #fic: stardust blowing in the wind

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kikiwhataboutthatbrendon · 4 years

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May You Keep The Souls of The Innocent and Burn The Monsters Alive

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29339106/chapters/73431366#workskin

A Fallen Kingdom births the God of Death.

The universe cradles stardust to their chest, tears of longing dripping down their cheeks.

"Please give Life someone to give to," They whisper. The glimmering shape of a body flickers into existence, opaque and full of stardust.

"Give Blood and Rage someone to play with." They mutter, voice hoarse. Glittering freckles appear over the face of the god in the universe's arms, and his skin starts to gain pigment.

"Give Chaos someone to laugh with." They say softly as magnificent robes the colors of quartz, the void, and Life's brightest greens appear over him, soft to the touch.

"Give Creation another kid to love." They mumble. They set a hand over his chest and kiss his head, feeling for a heart beat, waiting for a breath.

The void is deafeningly quiet until a stuttering breath breaks the silence. He opens his eyes, and the universe tears up again. Death looks up at his maker, stark white eyes finding a smile full of love and joy.

"Death…" They whisper, pressing their forehead to his, "my beautiful son."

They pull back, setting cold hands on either side of his face. "You are my most dangerous creation." They tell him, gaze burning. "You are the voice of reason, of fate and the inevitable, you will take every gift that Life gives you, and cherish them forever."

He nods, setting a hand over the one pressed to his cheek. They take a gentle breath, and push against the worry nagging at their very being. "I will love you no matter what you chose to do to my universe, Death." They say as a smile curls their lips. "The gods will love you, Death, you will be inevitability, an admirer of what Creation and Life give you, a friend to Chaos, keeper of every soul Blood and Rage give you."

He nods along to every word, excitement building in his expression. The universe sighs and kisses his forehead, lingering for just a moment. The universe feels a flutter of wings behind them, and looks over to see Creation waiting with a patient smile.

The universe helps Death up to his knees, he takes their hand, finding Creation behind his creator.

The universe sees nervousness in his expression and laughs softly. "Don't be nervous, that's Creation, he knows you better than anyone in the universe."

Death eyes him warily, but feels a pull towards him. Creation takes a step closer as the universe brings Death to his feet, standing on shaky legs.

“You had to make another taller than me?” Creation asks the universe playfully.

The universe rolls their eyes but keeps their attention trained on Death. “You made yourself that way, it’s no fault of mine,” They say, casting Creation a smirk, “and besides, Life will always be shorter than you.”

He laughs and shakes his head, then finds Death’s hesitant gaze and softens his expression. Death hides his face in his hands, breathing quickly. Before the universe or Creation can say anything he feels something solid suddenly press against his face, cool against his hands. He pulls his hands from the cold, tracing the edge of what's appeared over his face. Death can see out of it perfectly, unhindered. He sees Creation holding a hand to his face, shocked, while the universe looks on pridefully.

Creation quickly waves his hands in a circular motion, summoning a reflective portal between his fingers. “Here-” He says while walking up to Death- “this is what you did.”

Death looks into it, and smiles. A snow white mask rests over his face, a black smiley face burned into it. He laughs softly, fond of the silly smile. He looks up to Creation, unafraid, and waves at him. The other god chuckles and waves back.

“I have a feeling he’ll be fine with you.” The universe says softly, smiling at her partner amongst the stars and her newest son.

Creation nods dutifully then turns and drags a careful hand through the fabric of reality, opening a way home, back into the realm of the mortals and gods. He beacons Death with a hand. “You ready for the world to meet you, kid?”

Death nods enthusiastically and quickly steps through. Creation casts the universe a longing look before pressing a soft kiss to her head and waving goodbye as he follows Death. The universe waves back, smiling wide, and disappears as the portal closes.

Light briefly blinds the new god, before blues and greens start to take form before his eyes. A harsh wind buffets through Death’s hair as it chases through the robes draped around him, he giggles, feeling as if he’s being tickled. Flowers start to wind through Death’s hair, appearing from nothing, irises, honeysuckle, gerbera daisies, and lily of the valley tangling in dirty blonde hair.

Creation watches fondly before speaking up. “I’m sure that means Life knows you're here, Theseus should know soon enough, those two dont leave each other's sides.”

Death feels around his head, setting gentle fingers on the delicate flowers in his hair. “Life is sending you a message,” Creation says helpfully, “He’s already fond of you, and is overjoyed you're here, he says his happiness grows with your arrival.”

Death chuckles, smiling wide. He rather likes the smell of the flowers.

Creation hums, looking over the sprawling plain they're standing in. “I suppose I should introduce myself.” Creation says, drawing Death’s attention away from the flowers in his hair. “I’m Creation, god of all that is, and former God of Death.” He says, lips curling into a smirk. “But the mortals of this world call me Philza, the other gods call me Phil.”

Death stares for a long moment, so long that Phil starts laughing. “I’m also the universe's soul mate,” he tacks on between stifled giggles, “Isn't she beautiful?”

Death nods, looking up at the sky for a moment, knowing that past the bright blue and clouds the stars and the universe is looking down on them.

“As this always goes with the other gods,” Phil starts, “I have to tell you why you were created.”

Death draws his gaze away from the clouds to instead meet Phil’s gaze. Phil closes the distance between them and sets a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Let me show you.” He mutters.

Suddenly the world is a colorful blur before Death’s eyes, swirling with every color perceivable, a thousand sights flashing by in seconds. The world stops on the bleakest scene, on the edge of a familiar cliffside. The earth around them is dead. Death peers over the edge, and finds a decimated kingdom. A castle lies in rubble at the center of what once was. The land smolders as ash blows in the wind.

Phil stares at the carnage, a far off look in his eyes. “This is the power that you will possess.” He says hollowly. “Kristen… the universe, has decided I can no longer hold the burden of death by myself.”

Death continues to look, taking in everything the tragically beautiful sight has to offer.

Phil presses on, clearing his throat, “I did this, it was an accident, I only meant for them to lose a little, and I did this.” His wings spread, catching a slight breeze. “Kristen split my power between me, you, and herself.” Phil tears his gaze away from the fallen kingdom. “This will never happen again, so long as us three shall walk among the stars.”

Death looks back at the ruins, and smiles softly. “I think it’s beautiful.”

Phil snaps towards him then looks out again, and his expression slowly softens. “Yeah, you're right kid.” He’s quiet for a moment, then gives Death a kind look. “Do you want to have a name?”

Death hums softly, putting a finger to his chin underneath his mask. Death shoots Phil a grin after a long moment, sure he can see. “I like the sound of Dream.” - You can commission me for fics on my Patreon! :D

#philza and kristen #kristen #philza minecraft #philza #dream #dream smp #gods au #divinity hidden from the stars

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rebsrams · 4 years

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Cinnamon Girl (Ethan x F!MC)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Valentine)

Warnings: none. Don’t really know what this is, though. Not fluff, not angst... It just came to my mind as it is.

Summary: Rebecca totally loves cinnamon. Ethan remembers everything about her and treats her to a hot drink in a cold November afternoon.

Prompts used: #8. Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them. Took it from this amazing prompt list over here.

Word count: <1k

Song: Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Rey

There were things capable of driving her utterly mad.

Anyone who knew her well enough could know that she had an incredibly resilient self-control, but when it came to certain matters, she just couldn’t resist.

Most of the time, at least.

Sometimes she was forced to keep a straight face and stay focused, for her and her job’s sake.

For example, there were days in which being able to keep her mouth or even her eyes from Ethan’s stunningly sharp jawline was draining all the energy out of her.

And she was known as an-incredibly-filled-with-energy girl.

Ethan knows better, she thought mischievously to herself, leaning on the cafeteria table, shaking her head as if to reject the thought that was slowly creeping through the depths of her mind.

But still, there was something that in 28 years of life couldn’t resist once.

She liked, to put it mildly, cinnamon.

Every morning she took her coffee double, with no sugar, covered in frothed milky foam with two or three sprays of cinnamon on top of it all.

Ethan knew this, too.

She remembered telling him once, while tasting his coffee and regretting the decision shortly after.

“You know, you’re the one who should try what real coffee is. What’s in this thing anyway? Lemon?”

“I bet your tastes will improve with time, Rookie. What do you usually drink anyway? Unicorn latte with stardust sprinkles?” he arched an eyebrow, waiting for her to answer.

“Negative. No sugar at all, actually. Double coffee, just to be sure my brilliant mind doesn’t have the yips during the day”

At that point, she winked at him.

He rolled his eyes, but was unable to contain a low chuckle coming straight from his broad chest.

“Then, you cover everything with frothed milky foam and then, just then, you complete your masterpiece with a pair of cinnamon sprays. Perfection.” She continued, sending him a chef’s kiss.

“I think I always underestimated the power of cinnamon. I should definitely re-evaluate it.”

While saying these words, she noticed he was looking in a way that vaguely recall fondness and longing at her hair, tucking a strand of it behind her ear.

“The Power of Cinnamon. I like it. Think I officially found the title for my recipe book.”

She said, mostly to break the tension between the two of them.

Awaking from her reverie, she took her phone from the wide pocket of her white coat and decided to exorcise her penchant once and for all.

She opened Pictagram and posted a pic from that morning, her usual breakfast in a cute striped mug that Elijah gave her last Christmas.

Letting out a sigh, she was storing her phone back in her pocket when it buzzed, revealing a Pictagram notification from @drethanjramsey, commenting on her last upload.

At first her heart remained stuck in her throat, as every single time he approached her, virtually on in real life.

It wasn’t the first time she almost unconsciously regretted the insane idea she had of putting him on social media.

One of them being, for example, a couple of weeks before, with him posting thoroughly good looking pics of him, on a boat, shirtless and glittering from the little drops of salty water scattered all above his torso, glowing under the sun beams.

Plus, they still had not defined what exactly was between them and the thing was frustrating her immensely.

With all the problems they were facing, the upcoming ending of Edenbrook on top of them, it seemed like it was the last thing to think about.

Or, at least, for him.

She, for her part, spent an entire evening cursing him for posting the infamous boat pics.

And the night that followed, she was still cursing him.

On his bed.

She shook her head vehemently, focusing on the notification on her phone.

This time, he just commented with two simple words, “Hold still.”

As if she had another way to go.

She let out a long sigh, trying to clear her mind out of every thought regarding a certain tall and dark doctor, only waiting for her lunch break to inevitably end and her day to slip back into routine.

Except that, for what she could see from there, standing at the entrance of the cafeteria was the statuesque figure of Dr. Ethan Ramsey himself, hair lightly disheveled from the windy drizzle outside and scarf securely tied around his neck, also keeping his mouth and nose from the bitter cold.

She could definitely tell he was holding something still in his hand, as to protect it from the blowing wind that was becoming to rage outside.

She couldn’t see what exactly was, though.

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey’s delivery at your service, ma’am.” He said in a thick british accent, sliding a cup of coffee to go across the table and making her heart jump.

The unmistakable and heavenly smell of what the cup contained made her senses stir, making her inhale sharply, closing her eyes in sublime contentment.

What could possibly be more satisfying than having a cup of cinnamon latte on a cold November afternoon?

She opened her eyes, instantly founding the answer to her question.

Ethan was sitting across the table, a slight smirk on his lips after seeing her reaction once she smelled the nectar from heaven he brought her.

She startled just for a second, trying to regain her composure.

“You didn’t have to. Didn’t think my post would actually look as a real distress call. Thank you, Ethan.”

“It was no bother. I was just about to order mine, you know that I usually prefer not to drink the dirty water they serve in here.”

She took his still cold hand lying on the table and gently caressed inside his palm with her thumb, the soft strokes sending waves of affection through both of them.

After quite some time, the realization of them being in a public spot of the hospital kicked in and he took his hand back with a cough, moving the attention on the coffee once again.

“I’ve decided to try it too today. Who knows I may not find another drink to treat myself to after sixteen-hours shifts.”

She smiled weakly, still dizzy from the warmth that his hand was beginning to spread through hers due to their brief contact.

“Long live to cinnamon!” he said, raising his cup way too ceremoniously, the gesture almost making him look comic.

There were so many things she wanted to toast to.

So many things she just wanted to say.

But she knew that there were moments meant to be left alone and just kept, stored safely in her heart’s folds.

As I said earlier, I don’t really know what this is. Maybe just my personal Ode to Cinnamon.

Anyway, hope you like it! This Pictagram thing really amuses me a lot, I have more fics in store featuring PG screenshots and shirtless pics of our beloved Dr. Ramsey.

Also, I’m looking forward to use as many autumn related prompts as possible until November comes to an end. Write me if you have any suggestions!

P.S.: That’s really the way I drink my coffee each morning. And, just so you know, Ethan didn’t like it one bit. But he loves her like crazy, so who actually cares?

taglist: @openheartfanfics, @choicesfan10, @schnitzelbutterfingers

(please let me know if you want to be added/removed from this list!)

#ethan ramsey #doctor ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #Ethan Ramsey x reader #open heart #Open heart book 2 #open heart fanfiction #playchoices #Choices #choices app #my writing #autumn prompts

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smirkingsolo · 5 years

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Orpheus: A Reylo Story (Chapter 1: Ash and Memory)

The World Between Worlds Reylo Fix it fic you’ve been craving since TROS ripped out your still beating heart and crushed it to death.

Canon-compliant, universe-plausible, multi-chapter

Please read the Prologue first; it will literally not make any sense if you don’t!

Prologue can be found here or over on my AO3 (Rinnagirl) at https://archiveofourown.org/works/21984730/chapters/52460923

Your comments, likes, reblogs, kudos, etc. mean the absolute world to me!

Chapter 1: Ash and Memory

For what feels like the hundredth time, Rey ignites Leia’s saber. Its blue beam casts the surrounding woods in an unearthly glow. The effect is immediate. A sound like a distant scream of frustration echoes in her mind, pounding against the walls of her skull like some caged creature desperate to break free. She drops the saber, hands shooting to clutch at her throbbing head, clamping down over her ringing ears. When the saber hits the ground, de-igniting, the silence is just as immediate.

Two months.

It has been two months since Exegol. Two months since she has been able to use the saber, either saber. Though it had meant the triumphant return of her staff, the inability to use the only sabers she had was becoming incredibly inconvenient. She could tell she was already losing some of her skill and coordination with single-bladed weapons after two full months of being unable to even ignite the sabers, let alone train with them, without the horrible screams. Some days she vowed to ignore it and train anyway.

That never lasted long.

Even when there was no screaming, the alternative was not much better. It was either a desperate, trapped scream or a chorus of voices so loud they drowned out her every thought with their incessant chatter.

She glares at the saber resting oh so innocently on the forest floor. They are on Takodana at the moment, a place Rey would normally have enjoyed visiting. Poe and Finn were meeting with Maz to discuss what Rey usually referred to as “CC (co-comander) business.” In the months after the Battle of Exegol, the group of former Resistance fighters had kept busy. More than enough small pockets of First Order loyalists and even the odd scattered Sith cultist groups still stirred up enough trouble here and there to keep them on the alert.

Rey, honestly, hasn’t a clue what Maz and her friends are meeting about this time. She’s sure Finn told her, maybe no more than two hours ago on the ship, but like so much in the last two months, it just slips right off as soon as she hears it. She is distracted, and now, thanks to her lovely situation with the sabers, incredibly frustrated.

She picks up the saber, turning it over in her hands like she used to do with the scrap parts she looted from the ships crashed in the Jakku desert. Leia’s saber, like Luke’s, was a marvel. She never grew tired of the schhwizz that accompanied an igniting lightsaber. But the Skywalker sabers still feel distant in many ways, like they are still being borrowed even though they had both technically been left to her. You need to make one of your own, she thinks, not for the first time. But how?

She sighs, tucking Leia’s saber into her belt and settling into her meditative position. The Force hums around her, coming alive in her new attentiveness. She feels the grass growing and the brush of the wind across her skin as it stirs fly-aways loose from her buns. The solid earth presses upwards towards her and she can feel herself lifting up off it, her diving off point into a sea of feeling. A sense of pure calm washes her bones in sunset warmth. She concentrates. Be with me. Be with me. Be with me.

She reaches out, stretching towards the memories and souls of the past Jedi, their experiences hovering at the edge of her consciousness like her own forgotten thoughts. There is a sense of understanding, of surety, and she chases after it, the fingered tendrils of her mind reaching further, tracking the feeling. She catches up to the memory, brushing against it like one might brush the hair from a lover’s eyes.

She sucks in a breath. It’s him.

In her mind’s eye is a young Ben Solo, white padawan robes and all, eyes closed in focused meditation. Before him float the pieces of an unfinished lightsaber, twisting and hovering, held in place only by his concentration. She feels an understanding of what he is doing seeping into her own mind. Then the scene begins to flicker, the once defined shape of Ben Solo blinking in and out of form, alternating with another, smaller figure. It’s her. Her vision leaps rapidly between the two of them, both somehow occupying the same space and position. As she watches, the two begin to blur together before settling on the image of Ben once more, his eyes snapping suddenly open, wide and dark.

He is looking at her.

She feels a jolt; a once familiar tug in her gut overtakes her. It’s been two months since she last felt this feeling. The feeling of him. The feeling of connecting to him across lightyears of space rocks and stardust. The feeling of their Force bond comes alive inside her and she aches. She knows it is impossible to connect with a memory, for it to acknowledge her in return, but Ben’s eyes are focused, looking past the hovering lightsaber pieces and trained on her.

“REY,” Finn's voice collides with her like a blaster bolt, ripping through her vision of Ben and snapping her meditative state in half, dropping her unceremoniously to the dirt. She is breathless and disgruntled when Finn reaches her and she has half a mind to smack him with her staff.

Times like this almost make her wish for the solitude of Jakku again. They’ve been hovering over her these past two months, Finn and Poe. Moments of peace and quiet are rare. She knows they mean well, appreciates what they are trying to do for her. But it has been difficult to grieve with them around. There is something more personal about her grief over the loss of Ben Solo, something they would not understand. It wasn’t like losing Leia. It was like losing part of her own soul. He still felt close to her in some strange way that she couldn’t quite identify, but still, it wasn’t the same.

She hadn’t known what he was to her when she lost him, hadn’t had the time to even try to work it out. Their relationship up until that point had been complicated to say the least. So much so that she hadn’t even known how to explain herself when she returned from Exegol a shell shocked mess. They had attributed it to her encounter with Palpatine, to the revelation of her bloodline, to the loss of Leia. She had told them what she could in the simplest of terms. Told them that Ben Solo had had a change of heart after all, had come to help her fight Palpatine, had saved her life. Finn had pressed her about it, about the life saving bit in particular, almost as if he knew that she had died completely. She waved it off, claiming that he took a blow meant for her and died of the wound. She still wasn’t entirely sure why she lied to him, but something about the intimacy of that memory felt too precious to share with someone who still only knew him as the hated Kylo Ren.

There was only one person with whom she had shared the full account of the events on Exegol. She hadn’t expected the conversation, hadn’t expected to share so much, but Lando Calrissian was quite charming. There was an ease about him that seeped into her and knocked loose her secrets.

So few were the people left who had known Ben Solo before he was Kylo Ren. She had asked him with as much nonchalance as she could manage what Ben had been like as a child. Lando had studied her for a few moments before answering. But then he had launched into a tale of the time he’d presented young Ben Solo with a blaster with which he’d accidentally blown a hole through the wall of a visiting diplomat’s chambers.

Lando had caught her not long after that conversation in the back of the Falcon, tears in her eyes and a small lockbox open in her lap that contained a plain black shirt with a hole burned through it and a familiar blaster. He asked her how she had come to acquire Ben Solo’s blaster and from there the truth had tumbled forth.

He had listened patiently, placing a comforting hand on top of hers on the blaster when it came to the difficult parts. A gesture that reminded her of Leia. She had even told him about the kiss. He didn’t press or ask her to explain, he only nodded, a knowing look in his eye.

“Some people are never really gone, Rey. Especially the ones we love.”

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When they reach the ship Rey gathers Finn and Poe to her.

“There’s somewhere I need to go.”

Both Finn and Poe nod, but she can tell they aren’t really hearing her. Both are eyeing a precariously placed BB-8 on the roof of the Falcon, his tiny blowtorch ignited in an attempt to reseal a crack that Poe had undoubtably caused.

She gives them each a light tap on the head with the end of her staff and they refocus their attention on her.

“I need to go to Dagobah. Alone.”

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“Ben, are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Ben rolls his eyes, shooting his mother a look of thinly veiled annoyance.

“Yes, mother. I’ve flown plenty of interdimensional ghost crafts before.”

Leia presses her lips together; a tiny, wry smile threatens to slip through.

Ben wonders if she can tell he is doing none of the steering. It isn’t that he couldn’t fly the Falcon if he wanted to, but this Falcon has a mind of its own and a clear destination that Ben cannot discern. He can’t even see through the front windows for the blue blur of lightspeed until they land, as if the ship has shifted from lightspeed to landed without need for transition. Then it’s nothing but sand.

Kriffing, World Between Worlds rules.

Before Ben can push the release on the door, Leia clears her throat. He only half turns.

“Yes?”

“I don’t quite know how this world works, but I wonder if perhaps we ought to dress a little more inconspicuously. We still don’t know if or how we will appear to others.”

He notes now that she has already changed into a spare set of clothes, ones she stored in a compartment long ago, still right where she left them, even in this strange dimension. Ben glances down at himself. All black. Perhaps she is right, it is a bit dark side for what appears to be a hot desert planet.

She offers a bundle to him and he heads off to change. He snorts derisively when he opens the bundle. It is clear that these were once his father’s clothes. They practically scream “scoundrel smuggler,” but there is no sense in disagreeing with an insistent Leia Organa, even in an alternate dimension. She turns away from him quickly when he emerges, concealing a small smile and a few tears, and he knows he must look exactly like Han. Though he elects to keep his own black pants and boots, the loose white shirt and lightweight vest are better suited for the environment, necessary even. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He knows the low slung blaster belt and holster are nowhere near as necessary, but he straps them on anyway. May as well.

The nearest village is eerily familiar, at least to Ben. The longer they linger, the more he remembers, and he truly wishes he didn’t. They are on Jakku in the village of Tuanul. The village is largely empty with the exception of a few marauding scavengers who seem entirely unable to see them. Leia calls out to one, even moving to touch the man’s shoulder, but there is no response. Her hand passes through him, a blurry mirage-trail of her movement following behind it. They are smoke and ash here, a match to the ruins of the settlement.

Ben is staring at one of the burned out structures when Leia returns to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Ben?”

“I did this.” His voice is no more than a choked whisper.

The air around them begins to stir, a sluggish tornado of trailing ash forming images as the remaining scavengers move off into the desert, unaware of anything more than a light breeze.

The images solidify, Ben’s memory set around them now in a frozen rendition of the past. The villagers cower in a huddled mass in the center of the village. Ben can see himself, as Kylo Ren, strike down Lor San Tekka. No mercy, no pause, no regret. They watch as he gives the stormtroopers the order to execute the remaining villagers, and he looks away, unable to bear witness to the terror in their expressions. The terror you caused, murderer.

He feels sick, an overwhelming urge to vomit pits his gut. What does it matter if you could live again? Do you even deserve to? More than any one of these innocent people you sentenced to death?

He stumbles away from the scene, finally collapsing to his knees in front of the memory-figure of Kylo Ren. His tears fall, mingling with the ash. Black raindrops in the sand. He’d thrown away his saber, but knows he can’t throw away his past actions so easily. He’d told the memory of Han Solo that he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to do what he needed to; Han had assured him that he did. So he had. He had thrown away his prized saber. He had given his life for another. But this? What more of himself had he to offer? He was a ghost in the world now, not even a body or soul to give. Was there even anything he could offer that could atone for these sins if he returned to life?

Leia’s hand is on his shoulder again, warm and firm, offering a light squeeze of reassurance. He turns towards her, arms wrapping around her legs, his face pressing into her stomach like he is a little boy again, ashamed and afraid.

She strokes his hair, bringing her other arm around as she bends to hold him.

“Mother...” His voice breaks. “I don’t know how to undo the past. I don’t deserve to live again, not after all of this.”

“Ben.” He never understood how his mother managed to sound both gentle and stern all at once, but there it is, the tone she would use on him when he was a child. He holds her tighter.

“Ben, there is so much you must unlearn if you are to live in the world again.” She cups his chin in her hand, tilting his face up to look at her. “But you have taken the hardest step. The first step is always the most difficult, but it matters. It means something that you made the choice to walk away from this life. I won’t lie to you, my son, you have done many things that are worth regretting. I know you did so much out of anger, out of fear, loneliness, sorrow...”

Leia’s voice shakes; she tightens her hold on him.

“So much done out of the pain that we... that I was supposed to protect you from.” Her tears flow freely now. “And I am so sorry, Ben. I am sorry we ever made you feel like you were less important to us, like you were unloved or unwanted or abandoned. Your father and I loved you and still do. And I want nothing more than to see you live a life of happiness and belonging. Oh Ben, what you have done doesn’t matter nearly as much as what you will do. If you return to life, you need only live a life of deliberate, intentional love. Choose to take care of others. Choose to be compassionate, protective, kind. You earn the life you live by making the lives of others worth living. There is still time, Ben. It is never too late to love others, to care for them.”

She slides to the ground, kneeling before her son, placing both hands on his face.

“I sense great love in you, Ben. I always have, but now more than ever.”

With that he folds into her, clinging to her with abandon, a lost child found again. They stay like that for a time, the years of emotions ebbing away gently, leaving them both peaceful and renewed.

When they stand again, the memory-figure of Kylo Ren has dissolved into ash once more, scattered in the desert wind.

The pair once again move about the frozen memory, observing as parts of it begin to dissolve. Ben pauses in front of a lone Stormtrooper. A bloody handprint stains the trooper’s mask.

“What happened to the stormtrooper? FN-2187. The one who defected...is he...is he happy?”

Leia smiles, nodding. “Yes, he’s quite happy now. He’s found a home. It is my understanding that he is now co-general with Poe Dameron who you might recognize.” She gestures towards a memory-figure frozen in the act of being dragged towards the First Order ship by two half-dissolved Stormtroopers.

She smiles at him affectionately. “Yes, Finn is in good hands.”

Ben nods, extending a hand towards FN-2187...Finn, resting it on his shoulder.

“I am glad.”

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Lightyears away Finn jolts in his seat, a vision passing before his eyes, the mug in his hand splattering caf onto Poe who lets out an indignant shriek.

“Kriff, Finn! What was that about?!”

But Finn barely hears him. His hand resting on his shoulder where he had just felt the presence of a hand, not quite touching but close enough to sense. Not just any hand. The hand of Kylo Ren. Through new to his Force-sensitivity Finn recognized the Force signature immediately.

“Finn, Finn? Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Poe is standing now, hovering near Finn, wide eyes creased with lines of concern.

“I...I think I did.”

Poe cocks one eyebrow at him, but doesn’t scoff.

“What did you see?”

“Leia and Kylo Ren. They’re somewhere. Not quite alive, but definitely not dead. It’s hard to explain, but it’s like he almost touched me.” He gestures to his shoulder. “Dead people can’t do that, Poe, not even through the Force! Look, I know it sounds crazy but—” Poe slides his hand to cover the spot on Finn’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze, effectively cutting off Finn’s babbling. He looks Finn straight in the eye.

“I believe you.”

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(I Promise You) If You Need Me, I’ll Be There: Chapter 4

(fic masterlist!)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Chapter Summary: Your search for Rumlow ends in Lagos. Yet, anything is far from finished.

A/N: Nothing to say in particular, only that I’ve added a warning from here on out as chapters will be containing smut as we get to the meat and potatoes of the storyline I have planned huehue. Enjoy!!! I know I did writing this!!!

Please feel free to drop a comment if you’d like to get a tag for future chapters!

Warnings: explicit smut! (ooh baby)

tags: @muntiller @daughter-of-the-moon-writings @tomhardy41 @maddie-laufeyson @itsanallygator @natblidaclexa @yosoymuyloca @5aftermidnight

Your nightmares return. New York, although no longer a restraint on your abilities, resurfaces with Wanda’s vision training. Phantoms of Chitauri, the smell of smoke curling through rubble. You jerk awake one night choking on screams, your gemstone humming.

Sam and Steve, soldiers and light sleepers that they are, appear in your doorway in a minute flat. You see Wanda shadowed behind them.

“You okay?” Sam asks. He sounds so alert despite the ungodly hour. Embarrassment and guilt wash over you as Steve watches you carefully. You feel like a freak. You want to repel them away, send out a gravity field to keep your solitude.

“Bad dream.” You rasp, catching your breath. The kind that make you terrified to close your eyes again, you want to add. Because of Steve.

The two of them trade glances, a hum of recognition.

“Give me five minutes with her.” Wanda says and sidles past them into your bedroom. Their eyes follow her, cognizant, as if already understanding her strategy.

“Call us if you need anything, Wanda.” Steve murmurs. They bid you goodnight and then she stands silhouetted before you in lush darkness.

You hear movement, feel the bed dip as she settles next to you. Your pulse pounds embarrassingly quick. You try and find words, a possible thread of a question after Wanda has volunteered to help you in a manner you’ve yet to find out. Midnight blankets the two of you, sun and moon dressed for sleep in silk pajama tops and cotton shorts. Your own lips and tongue fumble, speechless.

“Everything is so loud. Does your mind ever shut off?” Wanda scrunches her face in annoyance. It’s oddly childlike and eases some of the tension wound tight in your bones.

You shake your head, swipe at your eyes again. “Not really. Not at night.” It sounds weak, broken.

Wisps of flushed light flicker from her fingertips, irses glowing softly. Scarlet shadows bend and twist around you.

“Well, hopefully both of us can get some sleep.”

Another burning pang of guilt gnaws at your stomach. Wanda must be hearing your nightmares the loudest of everyone, a direct link into your subconscious.

Before you can push an apology into your mind, push her out, a warm, familiar presence blooms in the back of your consciousness. Through half-lidded eyes, you see Wanda pulling at your mind like red thread, plucking away fibers of nightmares, ribbons of dreams. The sensation differs from your training sessions. You feel your muscles go lax, eyelids drooping. It’s euphoric, calming, numbing. Intimate.

Lie back, you hear. You are safe.

Your body obeys.

You stand in empty, smoke filled streets. Silence fills your ears. Through the haze, you see Steve’s turned back, feel the familiar choke of suffocation even in sleep. You try and call out, move, but you’re rooted to the spot.

Let him go.

It’s all too familiar as you watch Steve disappear into the smoke. Then, the entire scene dissipates. You float in peaceful oblivion. Silence, warmth, a hum in your chest.

But where is she? Where is your guiding light?

“Wanda.” You gasp.

I’m here.

You feel her with mind and body, oblivion now glowing with gold and crimson, a gentle hand on your shoulder. You are protected.

And then she smiles. Soft, close-lipped, observing. She senses your trust, your faith in her. You watch her drowsily. Enchanting, bewitching in the muted light.

Stay, you push.

Sweet, repairing sleep takes you.

There is a shift between you and Wanda. Your own energy manipulation projects faster, stronger with each training session. You learn and grow from one another, like yin and yang, shadow and light. You’ve let her into your mind and she into her own, shown each other your most vulnerable moments. You feel your axis of quicksilver begin to solidify once more, cool from the heat of your selfish anger, anchored.

She sleeps in your bedroom at night, curled up against your pillows as she watches over your dreams. She no longer needs to use her abilities. Wanda is now your physical comfort, her very presence enough to put your mind at ease as you fall into suspended consciousness.

You uncrush Sam’s flight suit. It’s a difficult process that takes several hours, but Wanda guides your movements as you delicately manipulate the carbon fiber of the EXO-7 back to its original state.

Sam is surprised when you knock on his bedroom door with his gear in hand, Wanda hovering at your shoulder with crossed arms. You expect harsh words from him when you murmur an apology, head bowed. Instead, he surprises you with an easy, charming smile.

You know it’s only a matter of time before your newly kindled friendship with Sam and Wanda is bound to run you into Steve. Ironically, you don’t see him when he enters the empty training room. You stand surrounded in stardust and pressure and when he calls your name, you quite nearly blow out the windows.

He’s dressed leisurely for his own workout in a cotton T-shirt and joggers, already winding his hands with boxing wraps. It’s not his trademark suit, but you know nothing with Steve Rogers is ever really leisurely.

“Mind if I join you?”

Yes, you have the luxury of inwardly thinking without Wanda nearby. You and Steve have kept your distance since that fateful night when the team had found you, your sole interactions outside of that being his brute training when he and Natasha are pushing you to the brink of collapse. It’s your first time alone with him without the others, your mediators. You feel vulnerable, a wisp of azure fire flickering in your eyes. You want to send him into the wall like you had in your first encounter.

“That depends,” you bite and eye his wrapped hands. “Think you can dance and talk at the same time?”

His lips curve into a hint of a smirk. “I think I can manage.”

The two of you square off. You set up your guard, knuckles whirring with indigo. Your expression is hard, stance set. Steve looks terrifyingly intimidating. He throws the first punch, an easy jab to your right side, warming up.

“What brings you down so late?” You ask with an even breath. Training has toned your body and physique, brought out muscles you never knew existed. Combined with your abilities, sparring with Rogers is like sparring with anyone else, an even match of strength and power.

Truthfully, you don’t care for Steve’s answer. But you’re curious to know the reason for him invading one of your few private spaces in the Avengers facility.

“Couldn’t sleep. You’re not the only one with nightmares.” Steve huffs. You inwardly roll your eyes. Is this pity?

He slides into a left-hand cross and you block, throw him back the same combination.

“Why don’t you ask Wanda to help? She seems to know her way around that sort of thing.”

Steve bounces on the balls of his feet, weaves out of your reach. “I don’t want to burden her more,” he says. “Some memories never go away no matter how hard you try.”

If only you knew, you think. You remember the crush of death, feeling Pietro’s bullets shred through you when Wanda had linked your minds. You think of your own nightmares.

His ignorance is getting you heated, fueling your strength. You mirror his movements, light on your toes when he moves forward with two quick jabs. You roll, hit him with a right hook.

“Enlighten me.”

He blows out a breath, see animosity flicker across his features when you don’t let up, one, two, three hits that force him to circle tight. The air around the two of you ripples with gravity and tension.

“Old friends. Bucky. There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about what I let happen to him.”

“What’s that?”

You know. The whole world does. Hell, you remember they put together a whole goddamn exhibit for Rogers and his Howling Commandos at the Smithsonian. But you want to hear it from him.

“The wrong people got to him.” Steve punctuates and his knuckles kiss the skin of your cheek. You raise your guard, forearms and psychological shields alike.

Nothing you didn’t know already. Steve’s compassion, this act that he somehow understands you, wants to open up to you, is all a facade.

For a split second, Steve idles, eyes studying your blazing fists, the shard in your chest. You feel heat and color flare up through the skin of your neck and seize the opportunity to land another solid hit.

You bounce in place. Sweat glistens your skin, curls the ends of Steve’s hair falling in his eyes. The two of you are getting fatigued, sloppy formations and muscles burning with exhaustion. Irritable, cross.

“You didn’t deserve what happened to you. You or Bucky.” He says.

Anger and malice burn up within you like hellfire. Bucky. Childhood friend he had let slip between his fingers. Brain scrambled by HYDRA, sent out into the world like an attack dog to destroy and kill. More blood on Steve’s hands that he has washed clean recruiting you.

That’s what you are to him, redemption in its most selfish form.

You amplify the gravity field surrounding you, feel your limbs dip with pressure, scream in protest. You want Rogers to feel this. You rotate your body, generate enough energy to make your ears sing as you wind into a low uppercut.

“But it happened.” You rasp. Your fist connects, splitting his lip and sending him onto his back, winding him. You stand over him, glow with star power and heat. Steve looks up at you.

The two of you try and catch your breath in tense silence. Analyzing and contemplating the other, motivations, failures, hopes.

“And I pay for it every day. Every night.” Steve whispers.

You can’t keep blaming others. You remember Wanda’s words.

When Steve gives you his hand to help him up, you swat it away.

Tracking Rumlow is like following a deliberate bread crumb trail across the globe. From what you’ve heard about his taste for extravagance, you know it has to be intentional. The guy craves spectacle.

You sit with Steve’s unit in the briefing room watching a news report, Wanda and Natasha on either side of you. It’s quiet, save for the chatter on screen. A mercenary donning familiar black tactical gear, now crossed with white, has shot and killed several HYDRA arms dealers and civilians.

Rumlow. He’s broadcast a message of his allegiance just like you had done. And you let him get away. You shift uncomfortably in your chair. Blood on your hands.

The next time you see him, you’ll crush his bones and armor like you should have.

Lagos is humid with dry, pressing heat. Like Natasha, you’ve traded your kevlar suit for a more civilian look. Combat boots, jeans, a chic jacket to blend in among the locals.

You sense Steve’s protectiveness as he relays intel to you and the rest of the team through your earpiece. You wonder how much of it is motivated by grief, past failures. Bucky. You.

He guides Wanda to observe, pushes her to dissect her surroundings. You do the same. After all, you and Wanda are Steve’s freshest recruits. Little witches, moon and sun.

When Steve gives you the signal, the two of you redirect Rumlow’s poisonous gas. Wanda works it out of the building, you dissipate it harmlessly into the atmosphere, breaking apart chemical compounds, thinning gravity to carry it upwards faster. Violet light crackles around you. Synergy, unity.

Steve already has Rumlow subdued when you rendezvous in the market, Sam and Natasha securing the payload. Rumlow looks just as grotesque as you remember. Much to your disappointment, he doesn’t seem to notice you even as your hands crackle with energy. Wanda silently stops you with an arm across your chest.

Rumlow seems to be talking. An odd place to have an interrogation, you think as Steve listens, tense. He grabs him roughly then, shakes him.

“What did you say?” You hear Steve demand. Rumlow smiles greasily, his face contorting. Sadistic, sick pleasure.

“...He said to me, ‘Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go.’ And you're coming with me.”

A dying confessional.

A split second. You feel it before you see it in your mind’s eye, a powerful pulse behind your eyelids that nearly topples you sideways. The image of bursting flames, of Steve as the burning nucleus, kevlar and vibranium and flesh burning and burning and burning.

In a moment of extreme panic, Wanda has projected to you Rumlow’s final thoughts, her own fears manifesting into your mind, clear as reality. Her emotions thunderbolt into you, bleed into your bloodstream. Fear, loss, desperation. You feel sick.

The man frozen in time destroyed by fire. Steve dead. Leader, friend, ally. Dead.

Brother. Pietro. Dead.

You tear your eyes in their direction. Steve is unharmed.

Wanda contains the explosion in a bubble of scarlet. Fire and energy swell, fight for release, working against each other and you can hear her struggling for control, hear Rumlow screaming.

Steve turns in shock. His eyes hold you, then look to Wanda. You feel her panic in you rising and rising, cinching your lungs tight, drown in it.

Protect. Destruction. Steve. Civilians.

Please. Not Steve, you hear.

And then she slips. A lurch you feel in your chest, your shard. Loss of control. Familiar, deadly.

Rumlow is lifted, a flaming comet that finally detonates, explodes into the side of a building with enough force to blow out the entirety of the south section. Heat, orange smoke, raining debris.

You all watch, awestruck. Wanda covers her mouth.

A flash of burning buildings, ‘Stark Industries’ on painted bombshells. Sokovian apartments crumbling into rubble.

A final echo. What have I done?

Wanda cries for hours. She won’t let the others near once you land back at the facility later that night, only you as you guide her to her room.

Wanda’s bedroom is delicate, sweet. Filled with art and music, books and trinkets. Refuge. Peace. Dreams. Your eyes catch a photograph of young Pietro pinned to her bulletin board. Memories of her own in plain view. Bittersweet, tragic.

No doubt that news stations worldwide will be airing their breaking stories in a matter of hours. You know the feeling all too well, shoulders heavy with the weight of death. No one will see the vulnerable young woman surrounded with burdened strength and beauty before you.

You’re both still in your clothes smelling of cinder and fumes when you towel off blood and dirt from her tear-streaked face, ease her down into her made bed from before you and the team had left for Lagos. An inversion of those long nights where Wanda had quelled your nightmares.

You keep the TV off. The silence is filled with her shuddering breaths, sniffling. You still feel her pain, her roil of emotions in your chest, the link between the two of you that she had reopened upon Rumlow’s suicide having never really been closed.

She says your name then, soft, breathless. You look up from arranging blankets and pillows, hold her hazel gaze in the muted light. Her eyes glisten, looking at you with an expression you can’t quite place.

“When you let me into your dreams, do you know what else I saw?” She asks quietly. Her question hangs in the air. You don’t move, mystified.

She shifts towards you in darkness, irses glowing soft wine. The feel of her fingers cupping the cradle of your face, tilting upwards, her hair tickling your skin...

You taste the salt of dried tears, taste smoke and lingering lipstick. Her mouth is soft and gentle against your own, moving with yours in a way that makes your pulse stutter, makes you think that perhaps Wanda has thought of this before.

Perhaps she has, having already read your mind.

She straddles your waist, fits herself against you, delicate hands threading through your hair. There’s an underlying sense of urgency when she pushes at your jacket, mouths at the curve of your jaw.

Your blood sings. You’re breathless, gasping for air when you kiss her back, part your lips for her. Years of suppression, of pain and catastrophe and want, the crave for affection, surge forth, torrent into lust. Greed to take back something as powerful as this rapture, as Wanda herself, from the broken world that has burdened girls with the crush of space, the oblivion of mind. Infinite power within finite, mortal bodies. Something you can only find in the other.

All fuel to your fire, your sun as Wanda works at undressing you. The velvet of her lips and tongue has you sighing, anxious to feel more of her. You have indeed dreamed of this, tucked back into the furthest corners of your subconscious behind nightmares and resolve.

Wanda feels it too. She’s eager, impatient, breaking the kiss to tug at her own clothes. A growing crescendo of heat in your stomach when she rolls her hips against you. Mewling, panting.

Feline, gleaming eyes find yours when you lay her back, hands gliding beneath fabric to expose skin, holding her still to capture another searing kiss. You want to take care of her, make her forget for just one night. Steve and Lagos and politics will still be there in the morning. Now, with Wanda splayed out beneath you in girlish anticipation, like red dawn with her hair spilling over flushed skin, you want her to forget everything but the sound of your name.

Then, her fingers snag at your chin, forcing you to look at her. Red webs of energy curl from her left hand, dissipate through the skin of your temple to blossom through synapses and nerve endings.

The rush is immediate. Pure pleasure and sin burning bright in your veins, euphoric, making you hum, bold when you press fleeting kisses to her inner thigh.

“Feel good?” She asks you. You nod through half-lidded eyes, hold her gaze when you swipe your tongue at the most delicate part of her anatomy. Pleasure blooms through your own body as Wanda shudders, a mirror of her sensations.

You sink deeper, sucking tight, feel her pulse thrumming in time with her sighs. Swirling, the plush heat of your tongue against the dainty pearl of nerves. Wetness pools around your lips, musty and tart and you kiss like you would her mouth, building pressure, hints of teeth.

Slick heat when you add a finger, then two. Coaxing, curling, three fingers and kittenish licks and Wanda is gripping tight to your hair, whimpering in tongues as liquid heat begins to weep down your knuckles.

“Feel good?” You mime.

“Oh,” she gasps. “Please.”

You’re trembling when the coiling ecstasy inside you reaches climax as Wanda arches, pulls you with her motion as you continue with tight suction. Ruby rays shimmer in the darkness, shower the room with soft light as she reaches orgasm, you the equivalent. You’re drunk on it, delirious, watching her glitter with clemency, thighs quivering, shuddering bodies pressed against each other as you catch your breath.

She kisses you lazily, teary-eyed and brimming with bliss, happiness. You tuck her body against yours. A night of peace before the two of you will face the world come first light.

Moonlight shafts through the blinds and shines across the two of you like grated walls. Her fingers trace the glowing shard of blue fire embedded into the skin between your breasts. Shrapnel, cosmic energy exploding into you with all the force of a dying star, now contained within a fragile ribcage, a mortal heart blooming with the afterglow of love’s most intimate act. Eclipse, caged between moonbeams and Wanda’s arms.

Yet, you’ve never felt more free.

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3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic usually i have a rough idea what to write but i never know where exactly my fantasy will take me. I start to write the introduction first, then i continue writing the main dialogues and then i start describing the situation/scene and the last thing is the end of the fic.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now it's really hard to choose. I linked those fics bc i think the writing style of the authors are amazing! -) The Witcher: Stardust Blowing in the Wind -) Tennis: Diamonds Taking Shape -) MotoGP: Taken

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? the Jorge Lorenzo x Maverick Viñales fanfic i wrote (but never published) in 2019

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? i'd love to see one of my Jorge Lorenzo/Valentino Rossi fics i wrote 5 years ago (but i never published it) or the end of my "Nothing is more important of Wimbledon" imagine

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on? i'm really pride of myself for actually publish my writings bc i'm very insecure about that would never have dared to post publicly here on tumblr 🙈 and in terms of writing itself: that my stories sometimes turn out quite differently than you think at the beginning?

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration? listening to music or going for a walk with my dog. I get the best ideas while walking in the nature and for getting inspiration while writing listening to music is the best

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it? there is a lot of "he takes a deep breath"/"he sighs loudly" stuff in my fics, i tend to get very corny at every possibility but the biggest help is my overuse of dashes - like i really really like them - can't you tell? 😂

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The Mouse and the Spider by I’m Over There: Jim Moriarty gets bored. Molly Hooper gets lonely. They’re just two planets revolving around the brilliant sun that is Sherlock Holmes, drawn in by his gravity. And his light. But everybody needs distractions…

Song as Old as Rhyme by @wherestoriescomefrom: Hush, the wind is blowing hard. Be quiet, child, sleep soundly - Or the Dark One will steal your heart. [Beauty and the Beast AU]

Nameless by @wherestoriescomefrom: The first name was expected - even welcomed. The second, on the other hand, left much to be desired. And Jim would never understand what it was about it that was compelling. [Soulmate AU: On one hand, the name of your soulmate, on the other - your enemy. Molliarty.]

The Rose Point Manor: A young woman struggling in an unjust society takes a break from the theatrics of pretending to be her male counterpart, Mark Hooper, and decides to relax at the quiet but foreboding Rose Point Manor. There she comes to a realization that something far more sinister lurks there than at her morgue back home - Victorian AU

We’re Ancient History: When Molly Hooper had begun her scientific expedition, she never knew her time on the dig sites would unearth more than the dead.

Forget Me Not: “This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.” What happens when two lost souls find each other? Are they still forgotten? - Amnesia!AU

Capture My Good Side: “Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.”

Deus Mortis: "You can hide from the devil, but he’ll always find you.“ - Victorian AU

Face Value: “I’m not sure how to describe this nonsense, basically Molly looks good in a moustache and Jim notices.”

Not a Body Farm: Molly really should’ve known better than to download FarmVille on a criminal mastermind’s cell phone, even if it had been a hilarious joke at the time. Since one day she wakes up in a bed in some random farm in the middle of nowhere, and the deed to the property in her name.

Oh God, Not the Westwood!: In which timid Molly Hooper must hide a heinous crime from a man who likes to watch a murder take place while drinking his morning coffee.

Life Preserver: “Missing you comes in waves and tonight I am drowning.”

Midnight Edition: The Bittersweet: Pop-rocks can be unpredictable. In an instance, a delight to the senses, or startling painful the next - smut

The Bittersweet: Even delicious things can be sour, at another glance.

Third Date Syndrome: Long bouts of silence and awkwardness on first dates are inevitable, and for the hundredth time Molly wished she was exempted from it.

We’ll Always Have St. Barts: “I wish I didn’t love you so much.” - Casablanca AU

Apex: Molly Hooper thinks fondly of Jim from IT, but can’t get enough of Jim Moriarty - contains smut~

The Parting Glass: After Reichenbach, Molly Hooper is drowning. She receives a package, request and tradition from a very dead Jim Moriarty. She receives nothing but burdens from a very alive Sherlock Holmes.

Rust and Stardust: “The last long lap is the hardest. I shall be dumped where the weed decays, and the rest is rust and stardust.” - Jim is a ghost, and wouldn’t it just figure that he haunts Molly Hooper.

Wild and Precious: “Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” - How Molly fell in love with a ghost, and tried not to waste her life beside him. She failed. - settled in the same universe of Rust and Stardust

Release: Written for the prompt “Jim fucking Molly so hard and so good that she can’t even get a full word out, only moans and half-uttered curses “: In which Jim surprises Molly after work - contains smut~

A Love Outside of Time: There’s a lot of strange happenings at 2945 S Willow Street, shrieks and screams and moans that have terrorized the neighbors and left the house unsold for generations. Can the great paranormal investigator, Sherlock Holmes, exorcise the spirits living there?

Gifts Given and Received: Sherlock ruined Molly’s Christmas gift and Jim is determined to make her holiday better. - ASIB AU, contains smut~

Cabernet Sauvignon: Written for the prompt “Jim’s ready to propose, but wants the event to be special, and so he hides the ring in Molly’s wine. Molly drinks it down too fast and chokes on the ring”: A fluffy slice of life, where Molly makes Jim’s life just a little less lonely.

Power Dynamic: Molly can’t help trying to control the insanity that is Jim Moriarty. A framework for his mind to lean on, a collar to hold him together, a mistress to keep him mostly sane.

Asphodel: “When you need slightly-less-than-legal magic substances, you seek out ‘Moriarty’s Special Imports and Fineries’. A new branch of Necromancy, pathologist-in-training Molly Hooper returns a set of counterfeit goods and receives a job offer in return.” - Fantasy AU

Her beast feature: “As he studied her from afar, Jim thought Molly’s best feature was her neck. He really didn’t anticipate her reaction to Sherlock beating a dead man with a riding crop.” - Molly x Jim, PWP, set at the beginning of A Study in Pink

Junior: So what’s a beleaguered pathologist to do when the UK’s Most Wanted turns up to visit her cat?

Mr Sex: Jim doesn’t ask her what she likes or what she needs; it’s not necessary. But he asks her what she wants - contains smut

Sunday Afternoon: Sleep with Molly Hooper: Molly canceled their date at the last minute, but no one messes with Jim’s precisely organized calendar and gets away with it.

Why Don’t You Do Right?: Seb arranges for Molly to get an extra special, early birthday present. Jim gets to learn something new about Molly. And Molly discovers one of Jim’s deepest secrets.

Club Calavera: Downing five zombies doesn’t give Jim the liquid courage he needs to ask Molly a very important question. It only makes him forget that he and Molly are already together.

Happy Birthday, Jimmy Boy: Jim’s never had a good birthday. Molly’s determined to buck the trend. - contains smut

It’s A Nice Day For a [White Wedding]: The wedding of James Moriarty to Molly Hooper can be nothing less than a momentous occasion. In his speech, their best man recounts some of the juicier bits of Jim and Molly’s journey into matrimony.

Cold War: She had to admit Jim was creative. Who else would think to kill three ice cream salesmen from different towns and attach a one-worded note to each corpse, forming the sentence, “Ready to concede?”

My Persuasion Can Build a Nation: In a world where Eurus had a best friend growing up, she doesn’t go to Sherrinford, nor does she turn out as unhinged as she did in canon. However, she’s still Eurus, and her brothers absolutely forbid her from meeting Jim Moriarty. She’ll just have to fix that, won’t she? Also: Matchmaker!Eurus ftw.

What Sober Couldn’t Say: “(11:23 pm) Drinking again(11:24 pm) And since it makes me too sad to go on my blog anymore thanks to you, I figured it’s only fair you become my new place to vent(11:25 pm) You’re probably not receiving these messages anyway so no harm no foul(11:25 pm) Right?” - Molly drunk-texts Jim over the course of several months.

I Wanna Feel Like I Am Floating: “Now the question is…" He vamp-flipped them over so she was lying down and his body was pinning hers. “Should I tie you up and make you take it, or are you going to be a good little vampire and let Daddy have his way with you?” Jim & Molly’s journey: blood-sharing edition.- Vampire!Molliarty AU, s-m-u-t.

Coffin Shopping: Sebastian could only imagine what the other, mostly ancient customers perusing the store must be thinking of the couple in their thirties, bubbling with laughter and fooling around as they ran about in search of the perfect coffin.

Come To Daddy: Jim failed to see how Molly’s physicality could ever not be arousing. The size of her lips did nothing to detract from how amazing she was at sucking cock. The size of her breasts made it no less fun for Jim to cup them in his hands, tease her nipples into hard peaks, suck on them until she squirmed and made those delightful little sounds. - smuttish ;)

Intention: A take on how the brief but unforgettable office romance between Jim from IT and Molly from Pathology began and how it just might become more than just a simple office romance.

An Exchange: Jim Moriarty comes across a familiar face and realises, from just one exchange, that it is not merely Sherlock Holmes that connects them, but a connection of their own.

A Beginning: Jim Moriarty tries to make sense of new waves of sentiment as his office romance with Molly Hooper transits to become something more.

Interruptions: Molly Hooper is made to face a stunning revelation about Jim Moriarty, but it is her reaction that stuns him most.

An Enemy’s Gift: In the pursuit of his greatest enemy, Jim Moriarty makes an unexpected discovery.

On Fanfiction.net:

Life: James Moriarty is in trouble, so much trouble that he fears for his life. He soon learns, however, he has absolutely nothing to fear, not with Molly Hooper around.

Spiders: Molly and Jim have a casual chat laced with hints of their plans, revealing a side to Molly that both surprises and seduces Jim.

(Re)kindle: Jim Moriarty is perplexed at the lasting impression a certain Molly Hooper has left on him. When his rekindled fascination with her meets an unexpected obstacle, an animosity is ignited.

Other fics:

- The Demon I cling to

- The Anatomist

- What Slinks Unseen (one-shot)

- Safety in Small Numbers (one-shot)

- Heart Shaped Buttons (one-shot)

- I.O.U (in progress, Season 4 AU)

- A change of clothes (one-shot, smut)

- The Uninvited House Guest

- Home is where (one-shot)

- Danse Macabre (one-shot) mine

- Lay your body next to mine (one-shot, mine, smut, dark themes)

- Symmetry (one-shot)

- Kisses for the Devil (one-shot)

- Descend (one-shot)

- Death and the Maiden

- The Number Is (one-shot)

- The Devil’s Own (warning: dark themes)

- Reality of Innocence (warning:smut)

- Gifts (one-shot)

- Thanaptosis (warning: dark themes)

- Pulse (one-shot)

- Yorick’s grin

- Hades (one-shot)

- Gay (warning:smut)

- Oaths, affidavits and Other Lies

- Brain Drain (one-shot)

- Counting Days (one-shot)

- A conversation starter (one-shot)

- Spinning Tornadoes (one-shot)

- Secret Veins and Arteries (warning:dark themes)

- Watching the world burn (one-shot, smut)

- Death and the Maiden

- Unloveable

- Sweet Dreams (one-shot)

- Frozen Feelings

- Forever and Always

- I will burn the heart out of you

- Choke (one-shot)

- His Dark Mistress (one-shot)

- He saved the last dance for me

- Exsanguination (one-shot, very kinky smut)

- Almost Anyone (one-shot)

- No Space between Us (one-shot, smut)

- Brain Drain (one-shot)

- Between the bars (one-shot, smut)

- Troubleshooting (one-shot, smut)

- Falling (one-shot, smut)

- Knots in this noose of mine (one-shot)

- Glass shatters softly (one-shot)

- Victor, meet spoils (one-shot)

- He kindly stopped me (one-shot)

- Blow the House Down (one-shot)

- The answer is one (one-shot)

- Strings (one-shot)

- Heartbeats in the Dark

- The Fox (one-shot, smut)

- Bad Romance

- Lion and the Lamb (one-shot)

- Red Song in the Night

- The Rules Are (one-shot)

- Molly Mine (one-shot, smut)

- Restless Things (warning: very dark themes + Johnlock)

- Intention (one-shot)

- At the End of it all (one-shot, smuttish)

- An Incorrect Deduction

#jim moriarty #molly hooper #molliarty #sherlock #fic recs

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