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Garreth Weasley x F!MC

"Fulfilling A Fantasy"

WC: 2,745

MC was laying naked on her stomach atop the bed. She had a pillow under her hips that made her ass stick up in the air.

Garreth was pulling out several toys he’d collected for this very occasion along with a sizeable bottle of lubricant. He lined them up next to her legs and kept rubbing his hand over her backside and thighs.

MC looks back at her boyfriend. “That’s a lot of plugs…”

Her nervousness was made clear well before all of this started. Garreth promised to stop anytime for any reason, no questions asked if she wanted him to.

“Well, I may have gone a bit overboard. Some of them are just for pleasure and not really prepping…” He picked two up and compared them. “This one,” He lifted a tapered egg-shaped plug. “It's more for stretching and… well it is also pleasurable.” He smiled. His cheeks were already pink from his flustered state. “This one,” He lifted the other. It was tapered and longer with three bulges. “This is a bit more for pleasure. I probably won't use all of them.” He raked his hand in his hair, visibly excited.

He relaxed on one arm next to her legs. He was also already fully naked.

“Well…” She wiggled her hips a little. Garreth’s gaze shot to her ass region in an instant. She smiled at the effect this was already having on him. “I’m ready when you are.” She finished.

“We will take it slow.” He reassured her, “We go at your pace, little witch.”

His lubed finger slid over her slit up to her ass. He rubs in a circular motion. It felt a bit chilly on her skin but warmed very quickly.

“Mm… No one has ever touched me there so.” She lets out a soft laugh. “It’s a bit… interesting.”

“I really like touching you there…” Garreth spoke in a low voice.

He’d brought this up to her more times than she could count during the course of their relationship. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it, it just felt a bit too taboo to her and made her nervous to try something out of the box. But she trusted her boyfriend. Plus, the way his face lit up when she agreed to it made her more happy than she dared to admit.

He was already obsessed with grabbing her ass and keeping his hand on it when he could get away with it. She knew he was a bit obsessed with her body at this point and very much loved the effect it had on him.

His finger gently pressed inside her.

“Whew…” she breathed. The lube made it easy for his finger to intrude.

She jerked her hips when he moved his digit in and out.

“You’re doing so well, just relax.” He rubbed her thigh comfortingly. “You will get used to the sensation after a bit.” He reassured her.

She blushes when he starts to play more. He moves his finger all the way in, twisting and pulling out. He dripped more lube onto her ass as he did this, getting her insides nice and coated.

Garreth was between her legs while her ass was propped up in the air like some kind of art piece on a pedestal. Her legs were spread to accommodate his width and he could see everything from his viewpoint.

“It’s a bit… humiliating.” She tries to joke but her breath hitches when a second finger presses against her hole.

“It’s just us. No need to feel embarrassed.” He kissed her inner thigh and slowly adds the second finger.

His free hand moves up her waist and down to her knee. He caresses her skin, making her feel more comfortable and reassured.

“Do you have to watch like that?” She laughs breathlessly.

“Yep.” He sent her a smirk when she looked back at him.

The intrusion didn’t feel normal for a while. It was nice, just strange. She could feel how relaxed her hole was getting and whimpered when he removed his fingers.

“Shh, shh,” He was grinning. “I’m just getting a toy now, okay? I’ll put something inside you again, don’t worry.” He pats her thigh reassuringly, teasing her. His delight was obvious that she was enjoying herself too.

She buried her face in the pillow to hide her blush. Was she really starting to crave the sensation?

A blunt object pressed against her asshole and she tensed. It was covered in lube, feeling a bit cold.

“Relax, little witch.” He soothed.

She relaxed and squeaked when he pressed harder.

Garreth sighed, squeezing her ass cheek with his free hand. “I’ll take it slow. Let me know if you need to stop.”

It took a few minutes of him slowly pushing, but soon she was shuddering as the plug fit snugly all the way in.

“Gods…” Garreth let go of the toy and let it sit inside her. He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, spreading them wider, pushing them up, and kneading them. “How does it feel?”

She looked back and noticed just how hard his cock was slowly getting.

“Feels fine, it's good. I’m comfortable.”

He nodded, working hard to fix a smile on his lust-filled face. “I’m going to move it a bit now.”

She nodded and felt him start to pull on the plug. He pulled just enough to take it out halfway before pushing it back in.

“Woah…” She gasped.

“Good, bad? Need a break?” He stood still.

“Good! It's fine. It just feels so… interesting. I’m kind of liking it…” She sends him a small smile.

Garreth’s face lights up as he starts to tug on the plug again. He doesn’t remove it all the way and keeps pulling and pushing it back into her.

She felt quite stretched at this point and told him so. “I think I'm ready for the next size up..”

“I was about to say, I think you’re ready for a bigger one.” He agrees and slips the plug out. He sets it off in another pile away from the unused ones and looks at his pile.

He seems to be thinking for a long moment and MC pipes up. “Everything okay?

Garreth gave her a small smile. “Yeah! I was just thinking. It’s just… you’re doing so well. I was thinking of skipping the medium and going up to a larger one. Would you want to try?”

“I will try. I feel very ready…”

Garreth swallows thickly at her words. This was most definitely his biggest fantasy come to life.

He gets the larger plug, saturates it in extra lube then presses it to her ass.

“We’re going slow, okay? Tell me the second anything hurts and I’ll stop.” He reassures her, touching her leg lovingly.

“Understood.” She agrees.

She takes the plug slowly. It stretches her deliciously and she clenches her eyes shut. Okay, now it was starting to feel good.

Garreth is breathless as her hole accepts the larger plug so readily.

She notices him give his cock a few pumps while her hole stretches much farther than it ever has before.

She whimpers as the plug gets to the largest part, breathing through the stretching with her hands digging into the bedsheets.

Garreth bites her thigh, kissing along the skin up to her cheek. He bites her ass cheek and groans when her hole finally sucks in the last bit of the plug.

“Ah… Woah…”

She feels a light smack to her ass, then another one as Garreth spanks her. He squeezes the flesh and leans in, kissing around the plug.

She moans at all the sensations, rubbing her chest into the bed.

His tongue runs all along the rim eagerly. He pulls at the plug and keeps licking and stretching her.

“Garreth!” She moans breathlessly. Little tremors of pleasure skittling through her body from the epicenter of her backside.

His tongue slides all around, his saliva lubing the plug even more.

He pulls the plug out and pushes it back in, over and over while MC mewls and twitches below.

When she easily takes the toy with no resistance, Garreth removes it and tosses it in the ‘used’ pile.

He spanks her again and grips her cheeks.

“The next size up is my cock,” He breathes heavily. “Do you want that? Do you want me?” He spanks her ass again and groans.

“Yes… I want you… Please,” She begs, looking back at him as he adds lube to his cock.

He strokes himself and lines himself up. He then folds himself over her body, pressing his chest to her back, arms on either side of her face, caging her in.

“I’m going to stay still, and I want you to push back into me at your own pace, okay? Can you do that for me?” He moves her hair to one side and plants sweet kisses along her shoulder.

She nods eagerly and pushes her hips back. He adjusts himself so he’s perfectly angled at her asshole then cages her in again. “Slow, little witch.” He teases.

She goes slow, moving back against the blunt tip of his cock. She feels it stretch her as she presses harder.

“Mm, that's it. Take your time.” He encourages her.

She does, pressing slowly as moments pass. Finally, the thick head of his cock pops passed the tight ring of her ass and they both gasp.

“Yes!” She takes a breather. “Oh… The stretch feels so good.” She whimpers.

“Fuck…” He pants. “Yes… That's my girl.” He praises her, nipping at her shoulder with gentle bites.

Neither of them expected to get this far tonight. The training was supposed to be a build-up over the course of the weekend, but he’d made her feel so relaxed and took his time, her body acclimated very quickly.

Garreth panted as MC started pressing back again, taking more of him.

“Take my cock in your ass,” Garreth moaned, losing himself in the moment. He always got chatty when things heated up. “I’ll make you feel so good,” His lips trailed over her shoulder along the back of her neck.

She trembles as she dares to take in more of him. Her knees quake as she slowly presses back for more.

She moans louder and Garreth starts breathing heavier. His fists shake as he holds his body weight up so as to not crush her.

“Take more, take more of me. Go slower if you need to. I won’t move.” He promised, breathing harshly into the back of her hair.

The sensation of his cock sliding into her felt never-ending.

“Oh… it feels so deep.” She catches her breath for a moment.

“I’m not even halfway,” He kisses her neck and ear. “All the toys were short… just to help prepare you for penetration… Is this okay?”

“Yes, Garreth! Gods….” She allows her body to acclimate for a moment more before pressing back again to take more of his cock inside her.

His chest presses down on her back and she can see just how much he's stopping himself from thrusting all the way to the hilt.

They both groan the farther he’s in. Finally, fucking, finally his hips press directly against her skin. He was all the way buried inside her.

“I need a minute,” Garreth drops his head into the crook of her shoulder, breathing deeply.

“It feels… feels a bit violating.” She lets out a small breathy laugh.

Garreth inhales deeply “In a good way?”

“Oh, yes.” She reassures him with a smile on her lips.

“I’ve been wanting to “violate” you for a while now.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and so does she.

She pushes back a bit, trying to encourage him to move.

“Ah, fuck…” He groans.

“You’re so deep,” She moans, gripping the sheets. “I feel so full.” She adds quietly.

“Say that again, MC. Tell me again,” Garreth pleads, forehead pressing into the back of her head.

“I feel so full, Garreth. You’re so big…”

Garreth lets out a burst of air, tickling the skin on her neck.

“Mm, and I’m going to keep filling you up, nice and deep, over and over again, little witch.” His voice is sinfully low. “Do you want that? Hm? Tell me,”

“Yes! I want you to keep filling me up,”

“Oh, gods…” He groans and adjusts his position minutely. “Ready for me to move?” He scrapes his teeth over a sensitive spot on her neck.

“Yes… start moving a little bit,” She braces herself for the foreign feeling.

“Let’s see how well you take me,” He whispers in her ear and kisses it before he gently moves.

“Oh, gods!” She yanks on the blanket.

He rocks his hips slowly, filling her to the brink before pulling out again.

“You’re doing so well,” He rocks a bit faster when she doesn’t protest.

She moans and sucks in breaths. “I’m going to fall apart, fuck…”

“I’m just getting started,” He uncurls himself from her and sits on his knees between her legs. He lets out a moan at the sight of his cock in her ass and starts thrusting.

The absence of his body heat makes the air in the room feel cold on her back. She shivers as she whimpers little cries of pleasure. “So full…”

“Yes,” Garreth drives his cock home, again and again. “Your ass takes my cock so well,” A quiet ‘fuck’ falls from his lips. “I’m going to fill you up even more with my cum, my little witch. Do you want that? Want me to cum deep inside you?”

“Yes! Oh, Garreth…” She pants as he goes faster, fucking her at his normal stride.

Garreth’s hands grip her ass. He sits back and spreads her cheeks, watching himself fuck into her. “Ah… MC…”

“That angle! Yes!” She desperately pleads.

“I never want this to stop,” He huffs as he fucks her at the angle she requested. “You like this angle? Is it pressing against all the right spots?”

She found her center of gravity again and started pushing back into each of his thrusts. The angle he was hitting her made her feel all kinds of good things inside.

“It is, Yes! Oh, don’t stop,” They find a matching rhythm and speed up together.

He spanked one of her ass cheeks and squeezed the other one, gripping and pulling her with each thrust.

“This is better than my fantasy,” He let out a breathless chuckle.

Her neglected pussy was slick with desire. Garreth reached around and rubbed her little clit.

She was yelling out ‘yes’ and ‘more’ as he touched her intimately.

He used his other hand to smack her ass again and then she was falling, flying, shaking under him. Her orgasm hit her like a bus.

“Gods, that feels good,” Garreth commented on how her walls squeezed his cock as she came.

As her orgasm ended, she started to squirm and whimper. He removed his finger and went back to chasing his own release.

His hands dug into her ass, thrusting faster and faster. His knees dug into the bed and each thrust sent her body jolting forward. The pillow below her hips gets pushed and pulled, almost becoming useless.

“AH!” Garreth moans louder the closer he gets. “I’m close,” He alerts her.

“I want it!” She mewls into the bed. “Cum inside me, please” She begs him.

“Fuck…” His hips studders. “Tell me again!” He demands as he huffs air.

“I want your cum! Please, fill me up!”

Garreth thrusts into her deep one last time and his cock throbs hard as his eyes clench shut.

He curls back down on top of her against her back, keeping their bodies locked. His moans fill her ears as his body pulses with pleasure.

His chest is much warmer now against her back, sticky from sweat, but oh so comforting. His familiar musk fills her nose and her whole body relaxes in his embrace.

“Just gonna…” Garreth kisses her neck lazily. “...stay inside you until I get hard again.”

She laughed and Garreth cracked a smile.

“I have a feeling you’re going to want to do this more often.” She spoke quietly between them, resting her cheek on the bed and looking up at him.

“Oh, you bet,” He chuckled. “If you’re up for it.”

They relaxed like that, catching their breath and having some pillow talk before Garreth’s body inevitably reset.

Thanks for reading! ❤️-Ash

AN: I wasn’t sure what to call this. A fic? A HC? A drabble? A babble!? Regular fic writing has been making me feel too intimidated lately to do. I decided to write it like this. The story flowed easily and I really enjoyed it! Not sure if this will be a regular format going forward but I’m just happy I was finally able to write without feeling impending doom. lol

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sxxythingz · 1 year

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Betrayal

Metkayina reader (21) x Ao’nung (21) x Neteyam (21)

Part 2 is now up!

Taglist: @pandorxxx @neytirishottie @riatesullironalite 💕

Warnings: smut, tad bit of toxic relationship, p in v, fluff, cursing, creampie, aged up characters, some sadness at the end, angst, cheating, fighting, arranged relationship

Summary: You and Ao’nung are in an arranged relationship, but he doesn’t seem to give you what you truly need as you feel like something is missing. That is until the Sully’s come along and the oldest son shows you exactly what is it that you were looking for in a future mate this entire time, making you aware that he was what you needed this entire time, but you went about things in the wrong way…

WC: 4.6k (whew! I know it’s a lot guys I’m sorry ok? I kind of got carried away 🥲)

🛑MDNI🛑

“Look at them! Their tails are too thin and their arms have no strength. They cannot swim with us, they wouldn’t survive.” You hear Ao’nung shout to the new guys from far away as you are swimming towards the shore. Neteyam and Lo’ak, that’s what you heard their names were. You weren’t around when they arrived, but they’ve only been here for 3 days, so you have yet to learn anything about them.

“That is not true! Leave us alone!” You hear the girl shout and you must admit. They do look a bit different from what you are used to, they look… alien compared to the Metkayina people. “What is the problem?” You strut over to the crowd surrounding the three new people and stand next to Aounung. “Mother and father want us to train these freaks to learn our ways. That’s impossible, just look at them!” Ao’nung shouts while Koro backs him up. “Yeah, a bunch of freaks!” He repeats, making Ao’nung laugh.

“That is not very nice Ao’nung. They are not freaks, they’re just.. funny looking and different.” You earn a loud laugh from Ao’nung and his posse as he grabs you by your waist, you regretting the words that you just said as you see the girl look down while her ears retract. “That’s my girl. Come on, let us go somewhere else since the freaks have raided this area.” He pulls you towards him before he begins to walk off with you right by his side, you looking back glancing at the oldest one and to your surprise, he is looking back at you.

“How was your swim, my love?” Ao’nung places your face in his hands asking you once you arrive back in the hut that you guys share. “It was great until I arrived on shore to see you bullying the new clan.” You say as you snatch your face out of his grasp and walk away to sit on your cot. “Oh come on, Y/n.” He plops down next to you placing his hand on his knee as he faces you. “They’re just weird foreigners, they would never be able to be half as good as we would be. I wasn’t bullying them, I was stating the obvious.” He chuckles at his own statement while you roll your eyes and fold your arms over your chest. “It is still not ok Ao’nung. You don’t know what they are capable of doing, you should not doubt them.” You protest before he stands up to tower over you.

“I’m sorry, are you taking up for the strangers who just arrived rather than taking the side of your soon to be mate? I seen you look back at the oldest one. Are you trying to tell me something?” He mimics you, folding his arms over his chest as he flares down at you before you look down at the ground. “N-no, öeya yawne. I was not taking their side, I was simply saying that they can learn our ways as well. I apologize for the confusion.” You state before you look up to see him kneeling down in front of you with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t want to hear you taking up for them again, ok? I know that sometimes you don’t even understand what you’re trying to say, so I will let it go, but from now on just sit there and look beautiful just the way I like.” He brings his face to yours before kissing your lips softly then standing back up. “I have to help train the freaks before my father finds me. I will be back later, I love you.” He says as he walks towards the exit of your hut. “Love you.” You mumble as you watch him walk out, wishing your eyes were arrows that you could shoot out and hit him in his back.

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Later that night, you trudge through the sand searching for your soon to be mate, wondering why he hasn’t returned to your hut yet. You don’t know why you even question it, he almost never comes back to your hut until the eclipse is almost over as he stays out late with his friends. You find him surrounded by his friends as usual and you walk over to ask him when he will be coming back.

“My love, when will you be returning back to our hut?” You ask as you approach the group, everyone clearing a path for you to step up to him. “Soon. You have been extra needy these past few days, go find something to do, beautiful.” He says as his friends laugh, your cheeks heating up from the embarrassment as you roll your eyes and walk away from the group, the gap closing back up around him as you make your exit.

You begin to make your way back to your hut as you walk back through the beach, but something catches your eye. You spot the oldest son sitting along the shore alone, his legs being washed over by the lit up ocean. Your mind tells you to keep going towards your hut, but your feet turn in his direction as you begin to walk towards him. As you approach him, he looks back to see you then he looks back at the ocean, not saying a word.

“How are you liking it here?” You ask him as you find your seat beside him. “It is beautiful and different from home, it would be better without you and your mate making fun of my family.” He says as he digs his fingers into the sand, not bothering to look at you. A tinge of sadness washing over you at his words as you think of what you said earlier, knowing that you didn’t mean it in a rude way at all. “I am sorry for what I said about you guys earlier. I didn’t mean it that way, I just meant that you guys are diff-" "It is alright, you don’t have to explain. I understand that we are different from what you guys are used to.” He stops you in the middle of your sentence and you look down into your lap.

“He is not my mate.” You interrupt the few seconds of silence to say and he finally looks over to you. His beautiful eyes looking from side to side as he looks into your eyes, making your heart flutter. “Not yet anyways.” You mumble lowly as you roll your eyes before looking into the water. “You don’t seem too happy about being with him.” He picks up on your tone of aggression and you look back at him. “I… I’m not the happiest with him. I'll say that.” You say before he chuckles a little bit. “I don’t understand. Then why be someone that you are not happy with?” You glance down at a rock sitting beside you, and you pick it up to fidget with it in order to calm your nerves.

“It was arranged. Trust me, I didn’t choose him on my own.” You feel a bit of comfort talking to him, it’s different from what you feel with Ao’nung. You’ve just met this stranger and you’re already telling him things that you wouldn’t even trust your own parents with. “I see. You seem different from him, not as arrogant and rude. I like you.” You blush at his words, you know that they are friendly words, but you wish they meant more. “I didn’t get any of your names.” You say to him and he smiles before speaking. “I am Neteyam, I’m the oldest of my three siblings. My little brothers’ name is Lo’ak, my sisters’ name is Kiri and then there’s Tuk, the youngest. My parents' names are Neytiri and Jake as you have probably heard. And you are?” He introduces himself and his family to you as you take note of every name.

“My name is Y/n. It is nice to meet you Neteyam and your family seems very amazing.” You extend your hand out to him before he takes it in his own, grasping it firmly but yet his hands are smooth and soft. Nothing like Ao’nung’s rough hands. You both stare into each other's eyes, a spark lighting in your stomach as his eyes drift to your lips then back up to your eyes. You finally let go of his hand before clearing your throat and speaking. “Well Neteyam. I must head back to my hut before it gets too late, but I want to properly welcome you to our home. Maybe I’ll see you guys tomorrow so that I can properly introduce myself to the rest of your family?” You ask him and he eagerly nods his head. “I will see you tomorrow Y/n. Sleep well.” He says as he watches you stand up and begin to head towards your hut, looking back at him one more time before he is out of your sight.

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A month has gone by since the Sully family has arrived to the Metkiyena lands and you have found yourself closer to them than your own clan, spending every single day talking to them for hours and learning more about who they are, what they do. They have learned so quickly and adapted to the ways of your clan very quickly, that part you admire about them.

“Oh come on Kiri, teach me how you do that thing where the fish follow the direction of your hands! I know there’s a secret to it.” You walk beside her as you guys go to meet the rest of the group together. “I have no idea how I do that, Y/n. I guess maybe you just have to have magical powers like me.” She laughs as she waves her hands in the air, making you bump your shoulder with hers, making her stumble.

You both sit and join the group, Lo’ak and Tsireya sitting side by side as they’ve grown to like each other in the time that he’s been here, you and Kiri sitting together with Tuk in between you as you sit right across from Neteyam, leaving Roxto, Ao’nung and Koro standing.

“We go on our hunt in 4 days, we only need the toughest warriors hunting with us.” Ao’nung says as he side eyes Neteyam and Lo’ak with a smirk on his face. “Bro. Everybody knows that me and my brother are way better than you anyways. Did I not show you that when I beat you up?” Lo’ak snickers, making Neteyam roll his eyes as he tries to hold in his laughter and so do I. “I let you win that one, Sully. Don’t get cocky because we all know that I could beat you right here, right now.” Koro nods his head quickly, agreeing with his statement. Lo’ak’s chest quickly rises and falls as he frowns before beginning to step to Ao’nung, Neteyam stepping in between them and placing both of his hands on their chests. “Come on guys, there’s no need for this. We must focus on what is important and that is the hunt.” He looks from Lo’ak to Ao’nung as they eye each other intensely.

“I agree, this fighting is not necessary and it is absurd.” Your voice breaks the boys intense stares as they turn their heads towards you, who is smiling at Neteyam making his heart flutter. You seem to be in such a trance that you didn’t notice Ao’nung walking towards you until he firmly grasps your arm and pulls you away from the group to a private spot away from everyone for just the two of you.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh?” He spits at you, making you flinch at the aggression in his voice. “What are you talking about Ao’nung?” You ask as you roll your eyes. “You think I don’t see how you look at him? How you agree with everything that he says and how much time you’ve been spending with him and his family. It almost seems like you want him more than me if I’m not mistaken.” He says walking closer to you until he’s directly in your face.

“No you know what. Maybe I’m just tired of you! Maybe I’m tired of just being here, you don’t show me any attention, you never show me affection unless we are fucking and then you go right back to acting as if I’m not even here anymore! He shows me care, affection. He is a real man, unlike you. I haven’t been happy with you since the day I was put in this stupid arrangement and honestly…” You place three fingers on his chest, pushing him back. “I wish I could’ve met him before I even knew that you existed. I would have made him my mate as soon as possible.” You growl at him before beginning to walk off, leaving him to stand there with that stupid look on his face as if he didn’t know what just happened.

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You stomp towards the shore of the ocean, eclipse lighting the water up as you get closer. You plop down on the sand, breaking down into tears. Why do I have to be the one stuck with him? He’s the worst person that I have ever met in my entire life and he doesn’t love me at all. I wish I could just disappear far away from him and anyone associated with him. You think to yourself as tears flood down your face. You hear someone coming closer to you and you dare not to turn around as you quickly try to dry your tears up.

“Y/n?” You hear Neteyam’s voice calling out for you as he comes and sits next to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “What is wrong?” He notices your sad demeanor and you sniffle before looking at him. “I just, I’m going through some things right now Neteyam. I am fine, don’t worry.” You try to give a smile, but even he knows that it’s forced. “What happened? Tell me, I am here to comfort you.” He says as he rubs your back and you feel like bursting into tears again at the fact that he cares so much for you.

“I-I’m not happy Neteyam. I feel like I’m not good enough for anything, for anyone. I just sit here all day and do whatever it is that is demanded of me. I never do anything that makes me feel happy, only what others want and that’s still not enough, and I’m tired of it. I’m just very tired of not being good enough.” Tears begin to tread down your face again as you feel Neteyam’s warm hand wiping them away before you turn to look him in your eyes. “I see you, Y/n. I see what you do, I think that you are good enough and I see how brave you are. You are humble and very strong, that is something that I find admirable about you and I am very proud of you if no one else has told you.” He says as he smiles, your heart fluttering as your lips part, not being able to find the words to say back.

Your eyes trail from his eyes to his lips before you lean in, closing the gap between the two of you. Neteyam gasps in your mouth, stuck in one spot for a few seconds before he kisses you back with passion. You swing yourself on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue in his mouth and grinding yourself against him. He breaks the kiss, panting with his eyes closed. “Wait, this isn’t right. We can’t do this.” He struggles to speak as though he doesn’t actually want to say it. “W-what do you mean?” Your heart beats irregularly as you let go of his neck and stare at him.

“I-I mean… you can’t do this. You are still seeing Ao’nung and as much as I don’t like him, it’s just not fair to him to do this behind his back. It doesn’t feel right.” He says as he finally opens his eyes to look at you. Your thoughts are foggy, heart racing as you think of what to say back, knowing that there’s only one thing that you can say to convince him to keep going.

“W-we broke up Neteyam. We’re done, I left him earlier after he dragged me away from the group angry about me agreeing with you.” You lie, your tail swaying from side to side behind you. You knew it was wrong, but you only had one thought in your mind and that was having Neteyam. “Are you sure that you two are done? Y/n, I don’t want to impose on or ruin anything for the two of you.” You smile at his genuineness, wishing that you could have him as your own. “You aren’t ruining anything Neteyam. We are over.” You lie once again before you lean back in to kiss him.

Your kiss is hungrier, as if both of you have been waiting for this moment since the day you both laid your eyes on each other, and in all honesty, it’s the truth. He wraps his hands around your waist, sliding you back and forth on him as you feel how hard he is underneath his loincloth. He groans in your mouth as you begin to pant, the excitement bursting in your stomach. He stops your movement, wrapping his arm around your lower back before flipping you over so that he is on top of you.

He unties your loincloth, letting it fall in the sand, softly kissing a line down your stomach until he reaches your belly button. He looks into your eyes as you prop up on your elbows while he kisses over your pubic bone, slowly spreading your legs to kiss down each thigh. You groan in frustration as you feel yourself beginning to drip until you feel Neteyam’s tongue lick it up, making you squeal as you arch your back.

“You’re already so wet, Y/n. All for me.” He props up on the back of his feet, untying his own loincloth and letting it fall down, his tip already dripping with precum after just tasting you. He props himself up on his elbow over you as he stares into your eyes with a smile. You smile back at him as you reach up to touch his face before you feel him enter you, making you gasp loudly at the feeling as you dig your fingers into his back. He starts out slow, peppering your face with soft kisses as he strokes into you deeply, making sure that he’s pleasing you to the max.

“You feel so good inside of me Nete. I needed you so bad!” You moan out, your voice pitching as he hits the right spot. He leans his head down kissing you in order to keep you quiet. “You feel good too, baby. I want to mark you as mine so bad, I want to cover you in my scent and put marks all over you so that everyone knows that you belong to me now.” He growls in your ear as he kisses his way down to your neck, biting and sucking all over the sensitive skin, marking you in every single place that he kisses.

He plunges himself in and out of you in a quicker pace, hitting all of the right spots as he leaves you biting your lip in order to hold in your screams, even that isn’t enough to keep you quiet. “Fuck! This pussy is so good, baby. You’re the best that I’ve ever had. You’re going to make me cum deep inside of you and give you my baby.” He moans out as he grips your waist with one hand, pulling you down harder on him. “Do it Nete. Give me y-your babies please!” You didn’t know if you were just caught up in the moment or if you deep down really did want his children, but all you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop, regardless of the consequences that you will deal with later.

You feel yourself coming to the edge at his words, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix everytime he rams into you. “I’m cumming Neteyam! I’m cumming..” you roll your hips, matching his rhythm as you feel yourself cumming on him causing wet noises and moans to be the only sound surrounding you guys. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m cumming too. I-I have to pull out.” He stutters out with his eyes closed, resisting from cumming inside of you right then and there. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist before looking into his eyes. “Do not pull out Neteyam. Cum inside of me please.” Those were the only words he needed to hear to make him slam his hips into you one more time before completely freezing up and mumbling curse words under his breath.

You both catch your breath while he lies on top of you, gently caressing your face and planting kisses on your lips every few seconds. You wished Ao’unung would’ve done this, you’re not used to such affection after because he just gets up and leaves you there all alone, not even bothering to provide any aftercare. “We just had sex on a beach.” Neteyam giggles with his words, breaking you out of your thoughts as you laugh with him. “We did and you were absolutely the best that I’ve ever had.” You confess to him in all honesty and smirks at your words. “Even better than your precious Ao’nung?” You hit him in his chest as you laugh. “Way better than Ao’nung.” You say as you grab his face and kiss him one more time.

He pulls himself out of you, him cum leaking back out as he watches you dip your finger in between your legs to collect some of it on your finger and bring it back up to your lips to have a taste. You slide your finger into your mouth, closing your eyes and moaning at the taste. “You taste really good.” You say as you watch his mouth drop open, mesmerized by what you just did. “You’re going to make me fuck you again. Is that what you want, hm?” He asks you and you smile innocently as you bat your eyes at him. “Maybe we can go back to your cot and continue?” You ask him and he gathers your loincloths, placing yours on in a quickness and then his before helping you stand up and grabbing your hands to intertwine your fingers together. “Let’s go back to my cot and finish what we started.” He says, letting go of your hand and picking you up bridal style making you laugh as you walk back to his hut.

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“I bet you that I’m way faster than you are now! Let’s see who can swim the fastest to shore.” Neteyam challenges you while you two float in the ocean. “You’re on! On the count of 3… 1,2,3!” You both dive head first in the water, taking off as fast as you can to see who will win against each other. Your strong legs pushing you off as you look over to Neteyam to see that he is almost as fast as you, but not quite.

You’ve took the time to teach him how to swim like a good diver, and he’s listened to every word that you said. As you approach the shore, you notice that Neteyam is almost ahead of you and just to let him float, you slow yourself down to allow him to win and you poke your heads out of the water. “I win! I told you that I am way faster than you.” He brags, making you roll your eyes before smiling as you two stand up together to walk on the sand. Your laughter and fun is interrupted by Ao’nung popping up in front of you.

“Y/n! I have been looking for you all over, why did you not return to our cot last night?” He grabs your arm before you swiftly snatch it out of his grasp. “Do not touch me. I was out, just the same way that you always are.” You begin to walk away from him, but he snatches you again this time nearly yanking your arm out of place before you see a fist go across his face. Ao’nung falls to the ground before looking up to see Neteyam’s angry face, making him hiss before jumping back up to his feet and tackling Neteyam to the ground. “Stop it! Both of you quit right now!” You scream out as you watch a crowd surround the three of you, Koro and a few of Ao’nung’s other friends push through the crowd to pull Neteyam away from him.

Lo’ak rushes through the crowd, punching Koro in his face and pushing him down into the sand. Roxto pulls Ao’nung away from Neteyam, telling him to calm down and Lo’ak does the same to Neteyam. “Stay away from my mate!” Ao’nung shouts at Neteyam as he forces himself out of Roxto’s grip. “She’s no longer your mate, she’s mine! You should’ve taken care of her but instead you just broke her heart and now you’re mad that she broke up with you.” He yells back making your stomach drop as you remember the lie that you told him last night.

“Is that the lie that she told you? Y/n, did you break up with me? Is that what you called our fight?” Ao’nung laughs, gathering his composure enough to ask you a series of questions before he laughs again. You sit silent, frozen in your spot as you look between him and Neteyam. “She lied to you, that’s what she did. We are going to be mated and you’re crazy to think that she would actually leave me for you!” You watch Neteyam’s face turn to confusion at Ao’nung’s words, it hurts you to see it but you just can’t say anything back as the crowd waits for your next move.

“Is… is this true Y/n? Did you lie to me?” Neteyam looks at you, his eyes filled with betrayal and pain as you don’t respond, but just stare at him with sorrow filling your face. You didn’t intend for it to happen this way, you had made up your mind that you were going to leave Ao’nung, but you just needed time. You were serious about the way that you felt towards Neteyam, you just didn’t know how to handle the situation appropriately.

Neteyam shakes his head before storming through the crowd and far away from everyone with Lo’ak following behind him, you wanted more than anything to follow him too but your feet just wouldn’t move from that very spot. “Wow. So you tried to play me and the Sully boy. Everyone thought you were so innocent, but I knew this entire time. And now…” Ao’nung says as he comes closer to your ear. “They know as well.” He points to the crowd whispering amongst themselves while giving you a judging look before he snickers and walks away with his group following him. Everyone glances at you one more time before the crowd slowly thins out, leaving you still stuck in that one spot, tears flowing even though your face wouldn’t even move. You didn’t know what to do, but all you knew was that you had to find a way to make things right with Neteyam, no matter what it took…

A/N: omg guys, this took me 14 hours to write and this is the longest fic that I have ever written so I apologize for it being so long and for me taking so long to post, I just wanted to make sure that it came out right! I hope that you guys enjoy the story and I was thinking about making a part 2, so if you guys would like a part 2 then let me know!! Enjoy 💖

#atwow #atwow fanfiction #avatar #avatar smut #neteyam #neteyam smut #aonung #atwow smut #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam headcanons #ao’nung headcanon #netyam sully #aonung x reader #neteyam x reader

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army93bangya · 9 months

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The Moon Goddess’s Chosen | MYG [M]

TEASER CHAPTER/CHAPTER 1

*Summary: Y/N has been sheltered and hidden within her pack her whole life. She is gifted and her father the alpha of the pack does not want her to find her mate and leave the birth pack. But not even he can stop her from attending the mate gathering between many packs every year to find one’s fated mate. Y/N is worried what her father will do should her mate find her and try to take her. Add in the revelation that the talked about fairly new pack Bangtan will be in attendance this year. Rumored to be ruthless and their alpha heartless, Y/N has every reason to be concerned and riddled with anxiety.

*Genre/Rating: Mature, 18+, Werewolf/Fated mates, eventual smut? 🤔🤷🏻‍♀️

*Warnings/Potential Triggers: Talks of Abuse, Mistreatment, Being Detained, Anxiety, Mention of Murder, Mention of plotting Murder, Slight mention of Rape, Possible future Smut,….more to be added in future chapters.

*Disclaimer: This work was written and owned by Army93bangya and there is no consent for anyone else to post it as theirs, this story is intended for entertainment purposes only, this story is a work of fantasy, seems a bit ridiculous to say but I do not own or have rights to BTS or the members and the characters in this story are a fictional interpretation of members.

*Notes: WHEW! I had an idea that I had written in the notes on my phone a few years ago and I decided to dust it off and work on a teaser chapter for it. This is my first time writing and posting fanfiction so I’m thinking of this as a pilot chapter with hopefully more to come. I will take constructive criticism and any pointers from seasoned authors who might happen upon this. But I would like to point out that I am a person behind this blog and do have emotions so please do not post hateful things just because. Thank you to anyone that sees this post and takes the time to give this chapter a chance. 💜💜

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This was the first year I am to join the mate gathering. My father had put off me attending for as long as he could with all unmated wolfs mandatorily having to go at the age of 18. I’m now 21 having missed three gatherings. He did not want me to be able to find a mate of course he wanted my power all to himself. He is a evil greedy alpha if one should even give him the respect of that title.

He often has kept me locked up and secluded sometimes even going so far as to starve me periodically if I was to get out of his view of the line that I should never cross or thus the consequences. It is extremely rare for a wolf to be imbued additional powers of the moon goddess. Usually these mage wolfs only come about once every 300 to 500 years. Very rare indeed. When one is discovered they are to be honored, celebrated, and protected as their rightful place as the moon goddess’s direct line and will is placed in this wolf. I’ve heard that the goddess will create the perfect alpha mate for her mage wolf. The perfect protector to care for and cherish her chosen. But I never asked for this, all this power has brought upon me is pain and suffering from the ones I call my pack and family.

My father’s next in line, the wolf he has chosen to lead the pack next has taken a particular interest in me. Darius can be quite cruel, he enjoys trying to make me feel weak. He wants me to submit to him and be his chosen mate. But one can only expect cruelty being groomed by a wicked man like my father. He was never gifted a mate and instead raped my mother and had her killed after my birth when she tried to run with me.

The counsel of alphas knew of my existence and nothing else, every year my father had made some excuse as to why I could not attend feigning that I had been attacked and was recovering or was ill and sickly. But this year some of my fathers enemy alphas had put there foot down and demanded my father produce his daughter just like all the other wolves and receive no more special treatment. So here I am, getting ready for the mate gathering with our camp a few miles from the meeting area. One would think I would be elated at the idea of finding a fated mate. Not everybody finds the one fated for them and if I could find mine he could take me away from my father and this pack who has always treated me like a valuable object hidden from the rest of the world. Because of that I am filled with anxiety and unease for tonight. My father and his tyrannical protégé will never let me leave the pack even if they have to put on false masks of deceit pretending to be elated if I am to be bestowed a mate, only to plot for the rest of the evening how to get rid of my mate before he can take me away.

My best friend and maid Maddie, also an unmarked she-wolf, usually has all the gossip for me. Tonight while helping me with my hair she isn’t disappointing. From her standing position behind me while I sit in-front of a mirror the gossip I am always eager to hear starts. “Apparently that newer formed pack will be here tonight. I glance at her face concentrated on my hair before responding. “What new pack?” Her face takes on a uneasy expression. “Well they formed a few years back. Their alpha is said to be joining the counsel as well during the gathering this year and he does not have a mate. I heard he is cold and merciless, he and his 6 betas had every single member of the crimson pack killed. They slaughtered them all. I heard instead of the usual excitement and joy that comes with a mate gathering, every single she wolf is terrified of this “bangtan” pack. Nobody wants to possibly be mated into that pack, and you know a male leaving his pack for his mate is rare. It’s just not traditional.” The very thought of being mated in that pack or goddess forbid this rumored malevolent alpha petrified me. If my mate was strong and smart enough to get me away from my birth pack I don’t know what I would do if it was to another wolf like my father and his heir.

“What is this alphas name so I know to stay clear of his presence as best I can? I do not want to gain someone like that’s attention.” She fidgeting with one of my curls that didn’t want to stay in place “It is said the moon goddess must have blessed him because his physically strength far exceeds a normal alpha. I wonder why the moon goddess would bestow such a gift to a wolf so ruthless.” She sighs before looking at me through the mirror “His name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

#yoongi #bangtan #suga #yoongi mate #bts #x reader #kim seokjin #namjoon #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #werewolf #fated mates

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A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 21: Brain And Brawn

Miyazaki: Well then, we shall take a twenty-minute break here.

Miyazaki: The first part was mostly focused on physical expression.

Miyazaki: Next, we will have you split into groups and discuss role-building based on the script you will be given.

Miyazaki: At the end, we will have all groups actually perform. I look forward to seeing the results.

Participant A: Agh~ This is too much…

Participant B: I’m so tired… And there’s more to go…

Participant A: I can’t keep myself standing anymore…

Kumon: Whew~ I worked up a sweat~!

Muku: This kinda reminds me of track and field club training.

Kumon: Same! It’s kinda nostalgic, so I’m having fun!

Muku: Banri-san did say that even though the directors' workshop he participated in was tough, the one for actors is much more physically demanding.

Kumon: We’ve got the stamina for it, I think we’ve got this!

Muku: Yup, let’s do our best! Kazu-kun and Tenma-kun must also be working hard abroad as we speak.

Kumon: Alriiight, we’re not losing to them~!

Muku: I was pretty confident in my physical stamina, but my legs won’t stop shaking now.

Kumon: I used up all my brain cells and got hungry~...

Muku: This really reminded me that acting needs you to use both your brain and your body to the fullest.

Kumon: Yeah. I think I’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight.

Muku: Definitely. Let’s review a bit of what we did today to prepare for tomorrow before we go to bed.

Kumon: You’re right!

Muku: By the way, Kyu-chan, you did amazing in the physical expressions for the first part.

Kumon: I’m good at using my body~ But, Muku, you were so good at the second part’s discussion for the role-building!

Kumon: You could point out things no one else had noticed, and I kept being like, “I see~”!

Muku: Ehehe, thanks. Let’s do our best tomorrow too.

Kumon: Yeah!

Juza: Welcome back.

Kumon: We’re back, Nii-chan!

Muku: We’re back, Ju-chan.

Juza: The food’s ready. Tsuzuru-san made simmered pork today.

Kumon: Yay! I’ll get lots of refills!

Juza: Also, I got chocolates from that shop we’ve been eyeing, if you wanna have dessert.

Muku: Really? I’m so happy. I think I used my head a bit too much, because I’ve been craving something sweet. I can’t wait!

Juza: Looks like you worked hard. Tell me about it later.

Kumon: Okay! We got tired, but it was fun!

Muku: We learned lots.

Kumon: Ah~ I’m beat~ Maybe practicing by myself after the workshop was a bit too much…

Kumon: But this has been a super intense week~ Muku being with me made reviewing much more helpful, so it felt pretty satisfying.

Kumon: All that’s left is to practice by myself whenever I can, and give everyone some whiplash with how much I’ve grown when they get back~!

Kumon: Owowow… Some thorough stretching and a good massage would be so good right about now…

[Phone vibrating]

Kumon: Oh, it’s Yamaguchi.

[Kumon picks up]

Kumon: Hello?

Yamaguchi: “Ah, is now a good time?”

Kumon: Yup! Something wrong?

Yamaguchi: “Nah, we’ve just both been busy and haven’t talked much, so I was wondering what you’re up to.”

Kumon: Listen to this~ I’ve been going to a workshop, and it’s so physically demanding that I’m beat. What about you?

Yamaguchi: “I’m using up all my juice on uni baseball practice. We have a bunch of consecutive matches lined up, so it’s gonna be rough.”

Kumon: I’ll give you a massage next time we hang!

Yamaguchi: “Oh yeah, you’re good at this stuff, aren’t ya Kumon? You read lots of books and had the coach teach you.”

Kumon: I learned how my body works and how to prevent injuries, it was really interesting and useful.

Yamaguchi: “Actors also have to move around a lot during performances, so it’s pretty tough for you all too, right? Wouldn’t it be a good idea to do this to your troupemates too?”

Yamaguchi: “You guys also exert your bodies, so this would be good to prevent injuries.”

Kumon: I see…! You’re right. I’ll look a lil more into massages for actors!

Yamaguchi: “Good luck. I’ll come see your next play too.”

Kumon: Good luck at your matches too, Yamaguchi!

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Chapter 21: Men, Start Your Engines; In Three, Two--

Beyond the perimeter of Old Silent Hill, Bachman met Bradbury Street. Upon entry they evidently crossed an invisible wall, for their initial step into the neighborhood brought them into ongoing snowfall. The men came to a mutual standstill in the crossroad. Harry had been right. James gawked at the puffy flakes drifting to the earth from a low, grey sky. When Harry’d described it James had believed him. He also thought he was full of shit, and had been prematurely sour that it’d likely been a one-time event specifically for Harry. But no: he stood in snow, and its natural beauty didn’t deserve to be here.

He wanted to say something. Nothing in particular lay on his tongue but he felt the need to say something, and he looked at Harry for inspiration.

There was a man beside him whose tired eyes were closed and had a faint smile resting upon his lips. Snowflakes passed over his cheeks and collected on his hair, never staying for long, while white dusted his shoulders and tumbled down his back. James found himself studying his profile, feeling like he’d only now noticed the incline of his forehead, the beak-like arch of his nose, the elfin point of his ear. There were many things about the veteran he hadn’t seen until the past couple hours; it was as though he were meeting Harry for the first time all over again.

The snow fell in Old Silent Hill, and Harry Mason had once found peace in its silence, his face turned to the sky.

James felt like he was witnessing a re-enactment of a historical event. Seventeen years ago Harry lost his daughter here. Seventeen years ago he also took repose in the streets of Old Silent Hill and let the snow take him someplace soothing amidst a nightmare world. Seeing the way Harry truly seemed to be at ease in it and made jealousy tingle within James. He’d never found something like that for himself in his foggy dungeon. He wondered what Harry must’ve looked like those many years past, taking respite in improbable snow; or what he looked like then at all.

Harry sucked in a breath and opened his eyes. He twisted the pipe in his hands and smiled at James. “Pretty, huh? Home sweet home.”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t it just fucking nuts?” He laughed and looked down, scuffing at the snow that never melted and never piled on inches. “Man. I can’t believe I miss this sometimes. I can’t believe I’m happy to see it, and I think that makes it exponentially worse. Whew. Alright,” he declared, clearing the moment to get back to business. “Let’s take a literal walk down memory lane, shall we?”

10/3/22 - happy third anniversary, Get Out Of My Town. you are the love of my life, the bane of my existence, and every last shining shred of my soul. 🥚💖🙏

thank you EVERYONE who has ever peeked at my writing, ever clicked the link, ever read a sentence of GOOMT. no matter how much i complain, i am every day THRILLED and blessed to get to share this ongoing behemoth of a story with you. it means everything to me to know that my fun and fancy has become the fun and fancy of others, too.

heres to many chapters, many months, and many years more of not only GOOMT, but of friendships, growth, and learning. i love you all so very, very much.

onward and upward into the fog!

don’t touch that dial, now; we’re just getting started..

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goodness gracious 102. brb x oc -finale-

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: and....it happened my sweets. WE REACHED THE END OF goodness gracious. But as you well know, this isn't the end of Bea and Rooster. I just want to thank you ALL for giving my fic a chance, thank you, thank you so much. I feel so welcome in this fandom that even my self doubt and paranoia feels stupid sometimes haha. Anyway, enjoy the smut! And be prepared for the sequel's first chapter tomorrow, I'll link it to GG's first chapter too so everyone can UHHH get used to it??!! (also yes i did cry writing this chapter WOW)

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: SMUT, SMUT SMUTTTT, mirror sex, why is rooster so kinky we may never know

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“My feet are killing me.” Beatrice says once they open the door,her fingers hooked on the back of the heels, Jolene dragging her paws behind them as she was having a hard time keeping herself awake. In fact she just shook the flower collar out of her neck before hopping on the couch and immediately falling asleep, ignoring the couple still at the door.

Beatrice smiles sweetly, turning to her now husband who was just giving her a little smile, “Well,” he looks at the threshold, “It’s tradition, isn’t it? And since your feet hurt…,” she squeaks in surprise, immediately hugging his neck when he picks her bridal style - literally - laughing as he walks them inside, gently shutting the door when he hears Jolene’s loud snoring from the couch.

She giggles as he puts her down, “Thank you,” she whispers, kissing his lips as he locks the door, “Whew, what a night.” she laughs, pulling the half bun loose to the rest of her hair falls down her back, removing the tiny flowers pinned on the strands as well. Rooster follows his wife up the stairs, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his vest as he reaches the bedroom door. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, watching Beatrice make her way into the room, gently putting the high heels aside as she rubbed her neck.

She felt his eyes on her, turning around and smiling, “Hi,” he smiles wider in response, “How are you feeling?”

“You know when you are a kid,” he begins, “And you have an amazing birthday party, you know you are tired but you don’t feel tired?” she nods while half laughing, “I know I should be exhausted, but…I’m not that much.” he also couldn’t stop looking at her, “You look so beautiful.”

Beatrice’s cheeks turn red when he says so, her smile widening, “You look very handsome yourself,” she whispers back, “Like a real prince.”

Rooster laughs breathily, dropping his head forward before entering the room, closing the door behind him, “You know,” he begins, his eyes dropping to her thigh where he knew the garter was, ‘We never got to remove your garter.” Beatrice’s cheeks got darker, but her lower lip curled into her mouth, “We should do something about it since,” he looks at his watch, “Technically it is our honeymoon, we just aren’t in Italy yet.”

“It is a fourteen hours flight, Roos.” she whispers, but she’s leaning back a bit on the bed, one of her legs straight in front of her body, “And we’ll have to get to the airport at six, so…”

But honestly neither of them seemed too worried about it, they could always sleep at the airport or at the plane or wherever, and considering how they were looking at each other it was obvious they were thinking the same thing. Rooster smirks, locking the door without taking his eyes from hers as he approaches the bed, shrugging off his suit jacket, “I promise it’ll be an activity that will make both of us so tired we’ll reach Palermo rejuvenated.”

Beatrice chews her lower lip even more, following his tall broad frame get closer and closer, eyelids low as he kneels in front of her, she could feel his fingertips tapping the outer side of her calves, making their way over to her thighs so he could figure out where exactly the garter was. “...y-you make a very good point.”

“I knew you’d agree,Mrs.Bradshaw.” his smirk only widens and with the only light source coming from the moonlight that peeked through the curtains, it made this whole experience almost ethereal, Rooster didn’t look real - like often - but adding that now he was her husband made the whole ordeal appear unreal. Beatrice continues chewing her lower lip, his fingers trailing all the way up her thighs, pulling the tulle along so he could see it better.

Once her knee is visible, he drops a kiss there, then proceeds to make a trail of wet kisses up until he reaches the garter, his eyes immediately meeting hers as soon as his teeth bite the elastic lace, her leg lifting just enough so he could pull it out without it getting stuck. She eased out a soft sigh, her cheeks burning so brightly she looked like a ripe tomato but she couldn’t move her eyes from him even if she tried.

He looks down at the garter in his hand as soon as he pulls it off, analyzing the intricate patterns and delicate lace that made it, before he sets it aside, “I might keep it as a bookmarker.” he jokes, “So I don’t forget this night.”

“Oh, you t-think it’ll be forgetful, Roos?”

He laughs while shaking his head, “No,I think it’ll be fucking amazing,” he pushes himself to his feet, “Stand up for me, gorgeous?” she does once he steps back enough, already knowing what he planned and giving her back to him. Beatrice feels him brushing her hair to the side so he can see the zipper that kept the dress together. Memories of last year’s Halloween when he stood behind her - the very day they declared their love for each other - comes to mind and she couldn’t deny how fitting it was to think of it again, hours after their wedding ceremony.

The dress was much easier to remove than the bodysuit, she held back a surprised gasp when she felt his mustache tickling the side of her neck, with his hands sliding down her arms so the sleeves would drop faster. Beatrice’s eyes fluttered closed, her blush going down her neck to her chest, feeling goosebumps following his wandering hands.

Her chest got colder, then she felt the fabric pool at her feet, followed by the sound of her husband’s clothes rustling, she blinks her eyes open and turns around to see he’s removing his vest - his eyes are deep black because of his pupils- and Beatrice holds his hands, “Wait,” she whispers, chewing her lower lip the very second Rooster ceased his movements, “Can I?”

Usually that was his line, because he worried about her comfort, he worried about her thoughts getting too overwhelming and he just wanted her to be okay with him. The fact that Beatrice voiced those words sent chills all over her body, “Yeah.” he breathes out, watching her gently pick the dress up and set on the futon by the end of the bed as folded as she could make it.

Her undergarments were simple, yet perfect for her, with the lace and the light pink color, making the image of a fairy be even more ingrained in his brain. She returns, standing int front of him and leaning up so their lips would meet.

They’ve been kissing a lot that night, no more than usual if he was honest, but something about this kiss was different. They were husband and wife now, there’s a whole new weight that was lifted from their shoulders, the cold of her rings touching his cheek when she cups his face, keeping him there with her. It was a thank you inside a kiss, a thank you for everything from now and beyond and a promise that she’d never leave him.

It’s strange how they both can feel the same emotions just by kissing, some people say that when you find the one, your soulmate, you don’t need words. You just know it. Her smaller hands drop from his face to his shoulders, feeling his defined arms through the fabric, before she drags them forward to the middle where she starts to unbutton his shirt. They never stop kissing when she does so, in fact the kissing gets more intense than before. He pushes them forward so her back is touching the wall.

She gasps into his mouth, pushing the shirt open so he can shrug it off alongside the maroon colored tie, not caring about it as much as she was with her dress, preferring to keep his hands on her body. But Beatrice wasn’t too far behind, her smaller hands dropped from his broad shoulders to his defined chest and six pack, following the dark happy trail until she reached the edge of his dark pants.

Rooster groans into her mouth when she presses her palm against the bulge in his pants, moving his hips forward to grind against her hand. Beatrice’s lips formed a smile against his lips, hooking her thumb on the seam of his pants until she found the little button that kept it closed. Her husband just moaned again, trying to get some friction out of that but Beatrice just unbuttoned his hands and let it fall to the ground.

He kicked them aside much like the rest of his clothes, now both were only wearing their undergarments and they finally broke up for air, chest heaving and mouths flushed red. His eyes move from her face to her scarlet blush covered chest, before he picks her up by her thighs and takes them to the bed, where he hovers on top of her, his massive frame almost shielding her from the moonlight coming through, “Fuck you are so beautiful.” he whispers, following the lace on her bra and panties, focusing on the dark damp spot already forming on her panties’ crotch just from their kissing, “You get so wet for me.”

Beatrice hitches a breath, “Always.” and he had to try to control himself at how she curved her spine and stretched her arms upwards on the bed, the pose making her curves even more pronounced and making her look like an actual pinup in a WWII poster. He licks his lips, dropping his mouth back on hers, then slowly makes his way down to her neck, kissing right under her jaw exactly where he knows it’s her weak spot.

Her soft gasp in response already adds to the sexual tension, but he wants to take it slow, it’s their very first night as a married couple, he wanted it to be special just like their actual first time was. Plus, his wife looked beautiful, he wanted to admire her a little bit more.

His soft lips travel down her neck to her collarbones, then to her cleavage where he presses a kiss right in between her breasts, his hands coming up her waist until they reach her back, quickly finding the clasp and opening it one handed. He only pulls back to help her get rid of the lacy top and leave her upper body bare. No matter how many times he had seen her naked, he always had to admit Beatrice had “The most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”

She laughs sweetly, dropping her arms by the sides of her head as she watches how his gaze stood still on her newly uncovered breasts, his dark briefs looking even more tented than before, “You always compliment them.”

“Listen, don’t get me wrong,” he laughs, “Nothing against the women who want to add some more but the fact that this is completely natural is…great.” her breasts bounce in reply when she laughs again, “I mean, fuck Bea.” he growls, “Everything in you is fucking beautiful.”

There were times earlier in their relationship where she couldn’t really take the compliment without feeling tears sting her eyes, but now…now she was in a completely different mindset, she didn’t doubt him anymore. She just misled serenely in response, her brown hair partially hiding her eyes as she looked up at him, “You look like a pinup, seriously,” he suddenly confesses.

Beatrice takes in his words, “Maybe that’s an idea for a future photoshoot.” she coos and Rooster’s eyes snap up to her own, hunger written in the brown irises “So you can have something to put on the F-18 when you are gone.”

“Fuck,babe.” he breathes out in amazement, kissing the outerside of her breast, “Don’t fuckin’ tease me like that.” but Beatrice laughed a bit more, just in time for his mouth to fall on her nipple and the hand not holding himself upwards travels down to her panties, tugging at the elastic enough so he could slide his hand inside. Beatrice’s quiet moans were music to his ears, a whole concert if he was being honest.

She was so vocal for someone so shy and nervous, it really meant that she felt comfortable with him to let loose and that was honestly the best part of all this: she trusted him wholeheartedly. It took a while for her to break those scared walls that surrounded her but now that she did there wasn’t anything else holding her back. Her moaning got louder when his teeth gently nip her nipple, just a gentle bite but enough to make the brunette arch her back in response.

Two fingers moved back and forth inside her panties, against her outer lips and clit, not entering yet , just rubbing her soft center and feeling the fluids sticking to his digits even more. Beatrice gasps out his name when he moves to the opposite breast, licking along the way until he reached its twin just in time to press his palm heel against her clit a bit harder, earning a sharper moan from his wife.

Beatrice’s flushed chest turned darker, the tiny freckles he noticed after so long together almost disappearing under the dark pink blush only made her even more endearing. He wanted her to have a wonderful night, he knew she desired it just as much as the way her nails clung on his shoulders and how her head was tilted back.

He pulls back from her breast, something that earns a soft gasp of surprise from Beatrice, only to press his lips to hear ear just in time to insert his index and middle finger into her. He could see her goosebumps and could hear her soft moan when he finally did so smirking against her soft skin, “You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Bea.” he coos, moving his fingers slowly at first, straddling one of her thighs in the process, “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

“B-Brad…”

“All flushed up and so wet for me.” he whispers on her skin, feeling her thighs wrap around his arm as he moves his fingers, she turns her head towards him so their eyes meet. “Fuck I love you so much.”

“I love y-you too…” she whispers, moving her hips to meet his hand, whining quietly whenever he hit that special spot inside of her. “Roos…” but he’s not speeding up, in fact, he is pulling out, “W-What–”

“It’s our first night as a married couple babe,” he whispers a bit out of breath himself, “It’s going to be fuckin’ special, gorgeous.” he once again looks down at her body, pulling the panties down her legs and letting them flop to the floor before he moves to his own dark briefs, rolling them down his thick thighs until nothing else has him covered.

Beatrice bites her lower lip, he was all sharp lines and firm muscles, she couldn’t help but always admire him, “What do you have in mind?” she wasn’t even mad he stopped, too curious to know what he was planning. Her husband smirked, the corner of his lip lifted as he grabbed her by the hips,pulling her closer to the edge of the bed until he could grab both of her ass cheeks.

She knew he was strong, he had proven that time and time again, but it always surprised her when he picked her up. She squeaks out a laugh, holding on his neck out of habit even though she knew he wouldn’t let her fall, “Funny you asked.” he says quietly, flipping them around so he’s the one lying on the bed instead, “Because at the wedding you, besides looking like a fucking fairy princess,.” Beatrice bites her lip with a smile “You looked fucking sexy and it made me wonder if we could have a quickie before the reception.”

She gasped with her eyes wide,”Bradley Nicholas, you didn’t.” he nods without any shame on his face, rubbing her legs from hip to knee, “And is that your plan now?”

“I don’t plan on being quick.”

“Of course not.” she smiles, chewing her lower lip again before she speaks, “...Roos, you do know I stopped the birth control shots,right?”

His hands still on the curve of her hip, his eyes meeting hers immediately and his smile slowly faltering. He completely forgot she stopped the birth control shots - they weren’t able to do much since they were so busy with the wedding. And for a second, for a brief yet intense second, the idea that now they could have a child whenever they made love did something to him.

He wasn’t a guy who was turned on by the idea of popping children left and right, but he did enjoy the image of Beatrice carrying a baby - their baby. Just the very thought was already making the hairs on his arms stand on end and he had no idea how to react to that. He couldn’t explain, maybe it was how raw that thought was, it was something they talked about before obviously but now knowing that they were going to actually be able to do it was messing with him. “...fuck.”

“Roos?”

“I forgot,” he inhales deeply, “I forgot you stopped.”

“Well, you suggested it–”

“No,no I know baby.” he didn’t want her to think he was backing out suddenly, “But…shit…I don’t know, it’s kinda hot, you know?” he laughs almost out of breath, the hands on her hips digging just enough, “Fuck it is more than kinda hot, it’s really hot.”

Beatrice looks down at her husband in surprise, “Rooster…is that a kink I’m suddenly discovering?”

“Fuck,I have no idea.” he confesses, looking so intensely into Beatrice’s eyes that the brunette’s head recoil back in surprise, “But I kinda wanna find out.” he,however, seemed to be reconsidering their location, looking around before his eyes stop at the bathroom, more specifically the bathroom’s mirror. He wastes no time in picking her up and standing, rushing to take the two of them to the bathroom, turning her around so she sees her reflection in the mirror.

Beatrice couldn’t even figure out at first where they were until she saw her reflection, and his in the mirror. She panicked for a minute, almost ready to run away when the light on the mirror’s edge turned on automatically, illuminating the small area both of them were,giving the two of them a yellowish glow

She feels and sees his mouth pressing open kisses on the side of her neck, pushing her forward enough that she has to support herself against the sink, half open eyes following his wandering hands as he slides them down her waist, “Is this okay?” he asks quietly on her throat.

If this was months ago she’d beg him to go back to the bedroom, where it’s safe and dark and she couldn’t see herself…but the panic she felt before dissipated the more she felt his hands on her body, the more she felt how much he was turned on, the more she remembered how many times they did this just not where they could either see like that, “Yes.” she whispers, “I-It’s fine.”

Rooster eases out a sigh, dropping his forehead on the curve of her shoulder as he takes the words in. He lifts his head enough to meet her gaze on the mirror, wrapping one of his arms around her waist to pull her flush against him while the other disappears behind her to align himself to her entrance, gently pushing forward until he hilted inside. The second it happened, the moan that broke from both of them was loud enough to probably shake the windows.

Beatrice’s head tumbles forward, her hair covering most of her face as she tries to hold herself back, feeling the hand that wasn’t holding her waist slide all the way up her stomach until it reached one of her breasts, keeping it in his palm as he moved. Beatrice whimpers, the hands on the sink clenched into fists and her back was straight as a rod, he wasn’t moving fast yet, no he was keeping his movements slow and patient, he was dragging along, he just wanted to take things a bit slow tonight.

She could feel him everywhere, not only inside of her, he was such a big presence that she felt surrounded by him, “Brad…G-God…” she still has her head tumbled forward, which to him couldn’t be done.

He wasn’t going to tug her hair and push her back, instead he combed her hair to the side and pressed kisses up the curve of her shoulder to her ear, “Look up baby,look up…” he says in breathy whispers as Beatrice whines again, slowly lifting her head with her hair still in front of her eyes. Bradley combed the long brown strands back so her vision wasn’t obstructed by it.

Beatrice, once her gaze sharpened on what she was seeing, felt her body shudder upon seeing their reflection together, his face right next to hers with his lips on her cheek but his eyes meeting her own, “Fuck, look at you,” he whispers, moving his hips in a wave like motion against her behind something she appreciated a lot considering the moan that came out of her mouth, “Fuckin’ beautiful thing you are, can’t fuckin’ get enough of you.”

His words, added to the reflection, was doing something to her. Usually he didn’t have to do much because,well, it was Rooster. He could make eating cereal be sexy - which happened before - he didn’t have to do much to drive her crazy, “R-Roos…” she whispered, her eyes barely open but still looking at them. She whimpers, her own hand topping his own on her breast to keep it there, her hips moving back to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah, baby?” his deep voice replies on her ear, “What do you need?”

“I-I…”

“Huh? Do you want me to fuck you faster?” she whimpers and her channel clenches, “Do you want me to make you bend over this sink, huh? Is that what you want?” she couldn’t reply, too busy moaning quietly, but the way her hips were meeting his - the plush of her ass meeting his navel - was already enough. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Her pupils dilated this time, “Y-Yes, Lieutenant.” he could see how the corner of her mouth lifted with amusement but he couldn’t deny how sexy her voice sounded whenever she said anything. Bradley drops his head to her shoulder, lips to her jawline and now wraps both of his arms around her waist, his thrusts speeding up just enough to make another gasp leave her mouth, a gasp that eventually turns into a broken moan.

Bradley just kept his eyes on her, on how her breasts bounced, on how her head tilted back when she moaned, on how her hair was starting to stick to her skin, “Eyes on me.” he repeats and she immediately meets his eyes through the mirror, “Good, very good recruit.” he coos, “You like when I fuck you like this,don’t you?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes,what?”

“Y-Yes,s-s-sir.”

His hips speed up a bit more, the sound of skin slapping echoing in their bathroom, “Fucking delicious thing you are, taking me so well aren’t you? Such a nice tight pretty pussy,” his hand swoops down to slap her ass and in turn makes a loud yelp break out of her, “That just is dripping, fuck Bea.” he drops the lieutenant role to bury his face on her neck, “Fuck,baby I love you so much.”

“I love you too Brad…” she whimpers, turning to face his head on her shoulder, a delirious smile on her face but heart on her eyes as their gazes meet, “I love you too..I love you too…” so much happened in one year that neither of them could even explain how it worked. They met each other, dated,moved in together and got married all within a year.

Some people would call that crazy, some people wouldn’t understand how it was possible for these two people to find each other and decide to get so much done. “Bea…” he whispers, with his hips moving with more force and speed, enough to push her forward - her hands sliding until they reached some of the hygienic products on the sink, eventually dropping everything upon contact - their faces now much closer to the mirror, enough to fog the glass.

But the crazy thing is, when you find your person, you just know. “Brad–” she tosses her head back over his shoulder, one of her hands coming up to run her nails on his nape, “Roos, I’m going to cum, please!!”

“Fuck baby, you can cum,” he gasps, his hips hitting her cheeks with enough force to redden them even more, “Cum for me, gorgeous, just cum all over me, baby don’t–” she screams before he finishes the sentence, the hand on his nape goes a bit higher to tug the longest strands of brownish blonde hair but not with enough force to rip them off. His name leaves her lips when she does orgasm, the soft high pitched noises that follow only add up to his own release approaching.

He isn’t going to last long, he hugs her tighter against him, both of them perspiring enough for their bodies to become slick. He feels the tension snapping and his thrusts turn choppy as a deep - almost guttural - groan escapes from his throat, being muffled by her hair when he drops his face on top of it, clenching his eyes and brows, her smaller hand rubbing his arm soothingly as he tries to control his breathing with his hips still moving forward.

After a while there’s only their heavy breathing, nothing more. But the silence isn’t bad, in fact, the silence is very welcome because what soon follows is her quiet giggle, something that makes the pilot lift his head from her shoulder and look at her in question, “...You aren’t wrong, we’ll both be reach Palermo pretty rejuvenated.” he blinks at her words, before his own laughter comes out to join hers, their foreheads touching and smiles bright as they keep close together.

The laughter dies down, but the smiles don’t. Beatrice’s hand drops from his hair to gently caress his face, “Thank you.”

“For what, baby?”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears, “...for loving me.” it was so quiet, albeit so sincere that Rooster himself wasn’t expecting it. But he did wipe the one tear that rolled down her face before it fell to the sink.

“I’d love you even if we never met.” he says just as sincerely, smiling when her soft laugh greets his ears, ‘...maybe we should take a bath, huh? Get squeaky clean for our honeymoon.”

‘You just want to have bathtub sex.” she jokes, but her husband pauses, giving her a look.

“Well,I wasn’t…but now I got an idea.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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Countdown to 10/31! Weekly UPDATE

UPDATE! I finished Book 5, when I posted this morning I was still writing it. Here we go Book 6! I also only just figured out how to change text color, dates are now in red. Yay!

So far, I am sitting at about 714k of unpublished content, all generated since mid-March. Whew!

Mostly for my own fun, I’m posting a weekly update on writing Our Love is Written in the Stars. I’ll add each book title and the book’s POV every other week. DAILY POSTING WILL BEGIN ON AO3 OCTOBER 31!

**Note: I’ve done a big rewrite on my series overview in my pinned post. Tried to make it more clear and brief. Also put a big warning segment in there. Check it out if you are interested.**

Our Love is Written in the Stars

-Marauders Era Canonesque Series-

Year One - The Heir and The Spare, Sirius POV (25 Chapters, ~109k words) Posting to Begin 10/31/24

Year Two - The Prince’s Pact, Severus POV (25 Chapters, ~122k words) Posting to Begin 12/21/24

Book 3 (28 Chapters, ~139k words) Being Edited

Book 4 (35 Chapters, ~171k words) Being Edited

Book 5 (33 Chapters, ~173k words) Written

Book 6 TBW

I shared quite a few excerpts this week, one for the August Full Moony, and three for Jegulus day.

See my pinned post for more info on the series. Please enjoy this excerpt from The Prince’s Pact, Prologue - The Spy

#marauders #fanfic #james potter #regulus black #harry potter #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #severus snape #lily evans #our love is written in the stars

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“If you love me, obey my commandments. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, who will never leave you. He is the Holy Spirit, who leads into all truth. The world cannot receive him, because it isn’t looking for him and doesn’t recognize him. But you know him, because he lives with you now and later will be in you. No, I will not abandon you as orphans—I will come to you. Soon the world will no longer see me, but you will see me. Since I live, you also will live. When I am raised to life again, you will know that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you. Those who accept my commandments and obey them are the ones who love me. And because they love me, my Father will love them. And I will love them and reveal myself to each of them.” —John 14:15‭-‬21 (NLT)

“But I have said these things to you, that when their hour comes you may remember that I told them to you. “I did not say these things to you from the beginning, because I was with you. But now I am going to him who sent me, and none of you asks me, ‘Where are you going?’ But because I have said these things to you, sorrow has filled your heart. Nevertheless, I tell you the truth: it is to your advantage that I go away, for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you. But if I go, I will send him to you. And when he comes, he will convict the world concerning sin and righteousness and judgment: concerning sin, because they do not believe in me; concerning righteousness, because I go to the Father, and you will see me no longer; concerning judgment, because the ruler of this world is judged. “I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now. When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth, for he will not speak on his own authority, but whatever he hears he will speak, and he will declare to you the things that are to come. He will glorify me, for he will take what is mine and declare it to you. All that the Father has is mine; therefore I said that he will take what is mine and declare it to you. —John 16:4‭-‬15 (ESV)

“This is the new covenant I will make with my people on that day, says the Lord: I will put my laws in their hearts, and I will write them on their minds.” —Hebrews 10:16 (NLT)

“Who Is The Holy Spirit?” Devotional. Day 3 - “Jesus Promised to Give You the Holy Spirit” By Switch (Life.Church):

“Can you imagine trying to send a group text using pen, paper, and the post office? Imagine writing out letters by hand to your five closest friends, buying stamps, stuffing envelopes, and mailing them to five different addresses. After waiting for two or three days, the letters would start arriving at your friends’ houses. Then, each would respond with a letter of their own, making copies for each person in the group and waiting a few more days for each reply. Whew! I’m exhausted just thinking about it. It seems silly since you can accomplish the same thing in a few seconds using your smartphone.

The Holy Spirit works sort of like that. He makes it possible for Jesus to communicate with every single one of His followers in real time across the globe. Jesus could only be in one place at a time. His first disciples didn’t know much about the Holy Spirit or His purpose. That’s why Jesus spent His last days on earth preparing them for His death. They didn’t know He was about to die, and they certainly didn’t understand why. So, instead of trying to dump His entire plan on them all at once, He made them a promise.

He said that when He left He’d send someone else in His place—the Holy Spirit. Jesus wasn’t saying that they would be trading their relationship with Him in exchange for the Spirit. Instead, the Holy Spirit would come alongside them and help them understand everything Jesus had taught. Plus, the Holy Spirit could teach them new things as they learned to hear His voice.

When the Holy Spirit came, He would lead them to the truth. He wouldn’t have His own agenda, but He would be totally committed to completing Jesus’ mission on earth. In fact, the Holy Spirit would do everything to bring honor to Jesus. He would relay messages straight from Jesus into the hearts and minds of all His followers. But, here’s the best news of all: That promise wasn’t just for the disciples who were sitting around that night. It was also for you!

Think about how that changed the game. Before Jesus gave us access to the Holy Spirit, Jesus was the single source of information, and He was limited to physically being in one place at a time. He had to spread His message one crowd at a time. But, when the Holy Spirit made His home in the heart of every believer, Jesus’ message was engraved into our hearts.

Now, without cell towers or smartphones, the Holy Spirit can speak directly into our hearts and minds. Tomorrow, we’ll begin to explore His amazing power that’s available to us any time or place.”

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Mornin Quin <3 For the wrap-party asks: 21 for Kid, and 25 for Sabo!

21. If you’re a fic writer, and have written for this character (oh boy), what’s your favorite thing to do when you’re writing for this character? What’s something you don’t like?

For Kid… ah. My favorite thing to do is let him be an in control and delighted dom. Looming over some sweet little piece of ass just SQUIRMING with anticipation. I cannot even lie and try to say it’s something else. It’s just too perfect for him as far as I’m concerned.

Those big hands, that voice, the fangs we all know are there, this man is FERAL down to his bones and I want him to be able to REVEL IN IT.

His temper. It’s there, it’s a part of him, and there’s no denying it. But it’s hard for me to write 😅

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

For Sabo… mmmm I’m not sure about first impressions. Heartbreak I think. To have been thought dead, to have forgotten, to have his memory come back just as all hopes of a full reunion were dashed.

I just.

Whew. It was just too sad and cruel.

Now? That sorrow is still there but also, he’s kind messed up. I love the gentleman vibe alongside the wild eyes and unsettling grin threatening to crush a skull with his bare hands.

It’s very “twirls my hair and asks if he’s single” vibes xD

I want to see him get to see Luffy succeed.

Character ask game

#quin answers #captaintrio #ask game #character ask game #Eustass kid #flame emperor sabo #sabo the revolutionary

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1ickoris · 6 months

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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

[Chapter 20-21 of the Manhwa]

Coughing, Camilla looked like she had a lot to say, but wasn't going to say it, she quickly searched her arms.

As soon as she woke up, her mind was only on one thing.

‘Whew.’

Fortunately, she felt the Divine Beast’s egg. She will never jump into the damn lake again.

A long sigh of relief poured out of her as she realized she was alive.

She thought she’d become a water ghost!

Sinking to the floor, Camilla barely opened her eyes and looked at Donna.

“What was that?”

What’s wrong with her!?

“Why did you come here?”

Camilla couldn’t believe it.

She couldn’t understand why she’d come to the Academy, and why she’d jump into the lake no matter how hard she’d try.

“What on earth are you doing, Miss!?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you jump into the lake!?”

“That…”

“Why are you trying to die all of a sudden!?”

“I think there’s a misunderstanding—“

“If you die this time, it’s really over!”

“…What?”

This time?

“You can’t go back to the past like before!”

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in and swept across her body. The breeze was so cold against her wet skin that goosebumps broke out.

Camilla's face slowly hardened as she couldn't figure out whether the goosebumps were from the wind or Donna's words.

“What did you just say?”

“Oh my!”

“Oh, my goodness!”

“Miss!”

Back at home, Camilla's jaw dropped as they staggered at her drenched state.

She didn’t think to change before coming back. She had too many things on her mind.

Flutter!

Suddenly, a large cloak wrapped around her. She turned her head, and Ludville stood looking at her.

He was dressed in the Knights Templar regalia, as if he was training.

“Is it them again?”

Them?

‘Ah.’

Ludville's eyes turned cold, as if she had been bullied by Jude and his companions again.

She shook her head.

Camilla shook her head and resumed walking. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now.

Turning away from all those who wanted to follow her, Camilla set her eyes on one person, Donna.

As she stood there looking impatient, Camilla glared at her as if to say:

Come with me, now.

[Child.]

[Miss…]

“You two, get out.”

Entering the room a moment later, Camilla spoke sternly to Herschel and Darren, who had followed her in.

[But—]

"If anyone shows the slightest interest in what's going on in this room after this time, or if anyone overhears, I'm going to assume they'll never speak to me again."

They both turned away, their faces ashen as ever, as Camilla's expression hardened.

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

Soon the door opens and Donna, the maid, enters.

“Miss…”

“…”

"Let me get you a cup of hot tea first—“

“Enough.”

Camilla cut her off right away.

“Who are you?”

“Who am I? I’m Donna, the maid that serves you—“

“Do you want to die?”

Who was she kidding?

Donna's body stiffened at the coldness in her voice.

“Answer me straight. If I die this time, I can’t go to the past like before. What did you mean by that?”

‘You can’t go to the past like before!’

She thought over and over again about everything that had happened and what Donna had said at the lake.

Camilla spoke her conclusions, one by one.

“How did I get into this world? What’s going on—“

She should know, right?

Eventually, Donna, who had her head down, straightened up. She sighed and gave an unexpected answer.

"Until recently, I was a soul manager."

Camilla's eyebrows shot upward, and Donna hastened to explain.

“It’s just a custodian of a soul.”

Like the Grim Reaper. …But why is she not surprised? Come on.

‘What a bother.’

She had a moment of self-deprecation when she realized that she didn't look surprised to hear the ridiculous word "soul manager".

After all, seeing ghosts is very bad for your mental health--- wait, until recently?

“Did you just say ‘until recently’?”

“Yes.”

Donna’s expression grew sullen.

“I was kicked out.”

“Kicked out?”

“I made some mistakes…”

She looked at Camilla and continued.

"I put two souls in the wrong place."

"What do you mean? You put a different soul in someone else's body?"

"You're so quick to understand!"

Unlike Donna, who was clapping her hands in admiration, Camilla's expression grew sterner.

Misplaced souls? Why does she have a bad feeling about that?

“Just as we all have clothes that fit us and feel comfortable in them, so does the soul. When the wrong soul enters the body, everything goes awry.”

Donna paused for a moment, then looked back at Camilla.

"The most obvious example is being shunned by those around you."

“Shunned?”

"Even their family doesn't give them any affection. They all find their presence very uncomfortable."

“…”

"It's like an instinct. You instinctively feel a sense of rejection towards someone who's different from you, and you shun them and turn away from them, no matter who they are. There are some people who don't, but that's a really special case."

She avoided her gaze.

Camilla slowly rose from her seat. The cloak that had been draped over her shoulders slid down with a thud.

"So the misplaced soul is me?"

“Correct!”

Donna clapped her hands again.

“The souls of Camilla and Lee Sia have been switched. You are not only understanding but also judgemental—“

“Shut up.”

“Yes.”

“…”

Camilla couldn’t say anything for a while. It felt like she'd been hit over the head with something hard and blunt.

“So…”

Everything that's happened to Camilla and her so far is a result of a soul-swap.

‘It’s all because of you!’

‘D-Dad…’

‘You can’t possibly be my daughter!’

A memory from long ago came to mind. A memory of a man she called dad spouting those words of caution.

‘Father! P-Please spare me!’

‘Drag her away.’

‘F-Father!’

Her last sight of Camilla also came to mind.

“Mistake?”

A mistake? She’s saying that everything that she and Camilla went through was because of a mistake?

“Ha! Oh my god…”

Her head pounded with a sense of urgency she hadn't felt in a long time.

“Hey…”

Donna flinched and took a step backwards.

“Why did you take off your shoe all of a sudden…?”

Donna's tone became more cautious as she watched Camilla remove her shoe and hold it in her hand.

“Just because.”

She’s glad her shoes are so pointy today. The hand that was holding the shoe worked hard.

“I felt the need to hold it.”

Donna leaned back a little further with a terrified look on her face.

"So, you're saying this body was originally mine?"

“Th-That’s right.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

"If you knew you were wrong, you should have put the soul back in its place! Why didn't you change it right away!?”

If she had just put the soul back in their place as soon as she realized she had put it in the wrong place, there would have been no problems.

“Tell me why!”

She didn't understand why they had left it alone for so long and now suddenly put it back in place.

"It's not a simple matter of taking a soul that's already inhabited a body and replacing it, especially one that's on a different plane."

A short sigh escaped Donna's mouth.

"It would break the inherent laws that the two dimensions maintain, and it would disrupt the flow of the world."

Even as she spoke, Donna's eyes never left Camilla's tight grip on her shoe, and she slipped back once more.

“So one condition is needed.”

“Condition?”

“They have to acknowledge each other. Perhaps you’ve been watching Camilla here for a long time.”

That was the reason for the strange phenomenon she’d been experiencing for over 20 years?

‘But wait a minute.’

Acknowledge each other?

“Did this child watch me, too?”

“That’s right.”

“…!”

"Camilla, who was here, continued to watch the life of Lee Sia repeat itself in the other world."

“Haa…”

She was also experiencing the same phenomenon, being sucked into another world and watching another life.

“So, this is my place.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m never going to be able to go back to that world again?”

“That’s right.”

“If I die, it’s really the end?”

“Ding, ding, ding!”

Camilla let out a long, ragged laugh. She felt a surge of anger, but then laughed at the absurdity of it all.

After realizing that she could never really go back to the other side, she felt a strange sense of relief that she was back where she belonged.

“…Wait.”

Then Camilla realized something else that made her pause.

"Did I die every time I was in the other world?"

Earlier, she said "Lee Sia’s repeated lives." Did that mean that she also died in the other world and returned to the past each time?

“Yes. Lee Sia died every time as well.”

“…!”

“By my father’s hands.”

“…Whose?”

“My father from that world.”

Why is he popping up here all of a sudden?

“Haa…”

She hadn't seen him in a long time. He blackmailed her into paying up, then disappeared without a trace, never to be seen again.

‘I ended up dying by the hands of that man?’

And every time? That means…

“Then we might die again!”

Lee Sia in the other world is in danger!

“Lee Sia knows that, too.”

Donna shook her head slightly, as if to tell her not to worry.

“Just as Camilla is working hard to survive here, she must also be working very hard to avoid the dangers in that world.”

“That’s true.”

Unless she's an idiot, she'll be prepared.

#a fortune-telling princess #fortune-telling lady #manhwa #korean novel

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eolewyn1010 · 1 year

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Dragging Frankenstein - Chapter 21

The one where I get immeasurably sick of Victor! I mentioned the capslock-yelling? It begins here.

You know I can’t stand Victor, so I’m happy if he’s inconvenienced. But he and the Creature can hardly be the only people who canoe around there, can they?

Also, the “handsome young man, about five and twenty years of age” – is everyone gay here? DAS GAY: 35

And if poor Henry’s body was not yet cold and they thought they could still revive him, did the Creature bring him over to Ireland alive to kill him there? How???

“The first part of this deposition did not in the least interest me” -.- Victor is such a twat. Someone is dead? Whatevs, don’t care! IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 25

He gets another one right away because even Henry’s death is just cause for another self-centered whinefest. “the agonies that I endured”, yeah, sure. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 26

I find this line highly interesting: “Death snatches away many blooming children […], how many brides and youthful lovers…” So. Children, brides, lovers. William, Elizabeth, Henry, nah? DAS GAY: 36

“Of what materials was I made, that I could resist so many shocks?” This right there. This is the good shit. Victor is more and more estranged from his own human nature, speaking of himself in the same terms that can be used for his Creature.

Then it’s two months angst coma, and when he wakes up, of course he complains about the lacking luxury IN FUCKING PRISON WHEN HE’S IN FOR MURDER, VICTOR. Sorry. I hate him. I SO PRIVILEGED: 12

“and [the nurse’s] countenance expressed all the bad qualities which often characterized that class.” AAAAAARRRRGGHHH! *jumps up and strangles Victor* I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, YOU PHYSIOGNOMIST-BULLSHIT SPEWING, LOATHSOME, CONCEITED, JUDGY, SHALLOW, SNOB TWIT!! HOW DARE YOU LOOK DOWN ON A WOMAN WHO PUT IN ALL THE TIME OF HER DAY TO KEEP YOU ALIVE WHEN YOU ARE USELESSLY LYING AROUND BEING A BRAINLESS PIECE OF FLESH, A STRANGER IN THIS COUNTRY, AND ASSUMED TO BE A MURDERER!!! DIE!!

*ahem* Count? I SO PRIVILEGED: 13

And then she’s also indifferent. Can you believe that. How dare she not pity Victor appropriately; his life is so haaaaard.

“I turned with loathing from the woman who could utter so unfeeling a speech” – dude, 1st, she literally just agreed with what you said, and 2nd, she’s perfectly polite. I can’t with him.

“careless” and “brutality”, what is with him? He was fed. And medicated. Through a coma. Of two months. She probably wiped his ass in the meantime! Jesus Christ with this guy.

“Mr Kirwin had shown me extreme kindness”, best room and all, easy-peasy. I SO PRIVILEGED: 14

I’m so spiteful right now, I want to give him another one for complaining that Mr. Kirwin is not permanently fluttering around him and “wretched indeed was the best”. What an incredible snob. Read the room, for once.

“Can I do anything to make you more comfortable?” Mr. Kirwin, crawl out of his ass for a second there, will you? Zero respect for that guy, too.

“on the whole earth there is no comfort which I am capable of receiving.” – then why won’t you stop complaining about your accommodation?

“doubtless, evidence can easily be brought to free you from your criminal charge.” – considering the circumstances in which Henry and Victor were found, it should be about as flimsy as the evidence for his guilt. What even is this case?

“a friend has come to visit you” Urgh. Dude, just spare us the dead herring and SAY right away that it’s his father; I hate it when Victor gets excuses to spew paranoia around. As if the Creature would officially speak to people in broad daylight and all that to come visit Victor in prison. Has Victor lost his last brain cell during the angst coma?

…and Victor hops right from “wah, take him away!” to “why does he not hasten to me?” in an instant. Whew, I hate this brat. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 27

me-me-me-me-me! Sorry, this recap is getting exceptionally salty.

I’m wondering why the magistrate treats him like a child. Isn’t Victor the same age as Henry, aka obviously an adult? Eh, but that’s picked up by Frankenstein sr. Gotta baby the baby a bit.

“…and Elizabeth, and Ernest?” – Ernest? Oh yeah, that guy! He sure is a person that exists! He’s so important for his family, isn’t he? Good, dear Ernest.

More whining, complaints that he actually has to sit through a trial, would you believe the audacity of these people…

“proved that I was on the Orkney Islands when the body of my friend was found” ??? How’d they do that? Victor was completely isolated; he wasn’t talking to anyone. Who could have professed his presence anywhere at any time at all? Eh, convenience.

Shelley seriously calls Henry’s eyes “dark orbs”. I blame her purple-prose husband, and wanna bitchslap him for it. What is he, My Immortal’s author?

Also, can you stop gushing about your dead boyfriend’s beautiful eyelashes? DAS GAY: 37

Geez.

“My father tried to awaken in me the feelings of affection.” – Heh, good luck. As if Victor would feel for his fellow humans. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 28

“At these moments I often endeavoured to put an end to the existence I loathed” – good. Do it.

“to watch over the lives of those I so fondly loved” – I don’t believe you. You don’t care, so I won’t.

“put an end to the existence of the monstrous Image which I had endued with the mockery of a soul still more monstrous” – first of all, word-for-word repetition of phrasing. Second of all, this. DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR: 16

As if.

“I was a mere skeleton” – poor Elizabeth; that wouldn’t have been a fun wedding night even without the visitor.

He’s also laudanum-addicted now. I found it tragic with Emil Behring. It only makes me roll my eyes at Victor and go, “of course the little wimp does that, too.”

If there weren’t a ton of kind people around him, he never would have survived till now.

With his third victim, the Creature has apparently acquired a taste for killing Anyone But Victor, and isn't that just super convenient. Wouldn't it be a much more apt demonstration of power to set an end to his creator's existence, seeing as he owes his miserable existence to him? A life given, a life taken. Sounds way more logical to me than killing a ton of innocents. But then again, this fits right in with how Victor considers those close to him only as extensions of himself - he's a true narcissist that way. William dies? Oh, how Victor suffers! Justine gets killed? Oh, how bad that makes Victor feel! Elizabeth is depressed? Well, it can only be on Victor's behalf! And the Creature buys right into it, God bless. Good that at least he doesn't have a family.

#Frankenstein #personal opinions #disclaimer: this is just for shits and giggles

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marthashlyn3 · 8 months

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🌺Breath Check🌺

Math check. Go! Fall 17 was the year.

Fall 17 to fall 18 = 1yr

Fall 18 to fall 19 = 2nd yr

Fall 19 to fall 20 = 3rd yr

Fall 20 to fall 21 = 4th yr

Fall 21 to fall 22 = 5th yr

Fall 22 to fall 23 = 6th yr

Fall 23 to fall 24 = 7th yr

Now… FDs

Winter but spring semester 18 = FD1

Winter but spring semester 19 = FD2

Winter but spring semester 20 = FD3

Winter but spring semester 21 = FD4

Winter but spring semester 22 = FD5

Winter but spring semester 23 = FD6

Winter but spring semester 24 = FD7

So, in conclusion, I am celebrating my 7th founders’ day. Thank you Trinity & my 22 😘.

There was a seasonal confusion and some serious witchcraft and curses I had to dig through to shine a light on for this clarity. As I type, the spirit left that part of my mind. Spiritual warfare. A very intricate one too. Whew. I can’t wait to see the rest of this journey

I’m on your rear year 7 in this land.

My husband will be with me too.

To the reservation! 🤓😘

#active psalms #FD7 #Public Service #c natural #harmonic alignment #checkerboard chemistry #full blast glitter #full flitter #glimmers of Jesus #Breath Check #hibiscus breath check #Sacre Saturday #Sabbath Tithings

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lorei-writes · 2 years

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Trials and Tribulations of an Unconsenting Time-Traveller

Part 21: The End

OC x Mitsuhide Previous Parts: Masterlist

Whew. Finally! The end! It is a short final chapter.

For a change, I actually feel relieved about finishing a series. I've definitely undertaken more than I could manage here. Nevertheless, it was an educational experience, so no regrets.

Content Warnings: major sacrifices

A hand reached towards her. Maria swallowed dryly as Mitsuhide patted her head.

Guide:

Characters in this story are assumed to be speaking few different languages. The following is assumed: normal dialogue notation = Japanese; dialogue written in italics = English. Any phrases not written in English will be put in the dictionary at the bottom of the work.

A hand reached towards her. Maria swallowed dryly as Mitsuhide patted her head.

“You liar,” she let out a bitter laugh. Lightning struck again. Her eyes began to prick, the man smiling at her with unusual tenderness.

“It was never meant to be, little mouse.” Mitsuhide rose to his feet. Hating him would make it easier on her, he was convinced.

He turned around. Left.

Mitsuhide was certain he did the right thing, regardless of any emotion the shouts chasing after him stirred.

***

The second time Maria travelled through time was not any less confusing than the first one. It was as if she ceased to be, as if she herself turned into that iridescent mist – and then she was already there, surrounded by commotion much too loud to be reasonable, her body smashing into the hard pavement below… At least partially, as something did cushion some of her fall.

“I’m sorry!” she shouted on instinct, several heads snapping towards her. Nevertheless, people averted their gazes the moment she stared back at them. A groan came from behind her.

“I’m so, so, so, so sorry!” Maria turned around, hands raised in front of her chest in an apologetic gesture. “Are you fine…?”

She barely managed to hold her jaw in place, a man lying flat on the ground. Considering that she did drop onto somebody, this much should not surprise her. However, the longer she looked, the more stunned she grew, a head of black hair shaking before he sent a glance towards her. His clothes, the unmistakeable confusion written over his face, eyes opened wide as he took in the people around, houses, cars, lights – Maria put her hand on his shoulder.

“Who are you?” she asked. The man, however, ignored her.

“Where are we?” was all he said.

“Future.”

“Future…?” he echoed, his gaze fixated on her as she got up. Maria brushed the dust off her clothes. She was no less determined than she was embarrassed – nevertheless, she did not falter, and approached the first person passing by them.

“Emm… Excuse me, what year is it now?” she asked, perhaps a bit shyly.

“Twenty-ten.” The woman did not even look her way, the pace at which she walked only increasing. Not that Maria could blame her. It wasn’t often that a stranger, a foreigner no less, with a scar on her face would walk up to you, all to ask about something so outlandish. Her shoulders slumped, she returned to the man.

“Future. Twenty-ten,” she reported back to him. “Your name?”

“Kicho.”

“Kicho… Kicho…” she repeated. It sounded vaguely familiar… “Sengoku?”

“Who even are you?”

“Emm… I… I’m a maid from Azuchi. Probably.” Maria cleared her throat. “Not here. We need to talk.”

“Why here…?”

“Not here!” she groaned, mildly aware of the fact that it could be taken the wrong way. “Not now. Move.”

She got up and left without any explanations – and soon enough, he followed after her. Truth be told, she was not sure how to explain that what they were sitting on was an asphalt road, and that if they were unlucky enough, they’d end up being run over by this very fast, very heavy thing called “car”. Language barrier was a dreadful thing, indeed.

***

The key turned inside the lock. Maria pushed the door open. She stepped inside and set her shoes by the entrance, a bag of groceries in her hands. Without thinking of it much, she put it on the counter. The apartment was small, if not simply overcrowded, a miniscule kitchenette connecting with a dining space.

“Kicho?” she called quietly, only to be answered by silence. She glanced towards the clock. It made perfect sense. It was too early for him to be back from work. Her arms felt unusually heavy as she slid the bedroom door open. It was tidy, or as tidy as it could be – Kicho wasn’t one to leave mess behind. She, on the other hand… Recently, she couldn’t force her mind to even consider cleaning. Slowly, she walked towards a small table, and reached for a sheet of paper. Writing wasn’t her strong side, but she had to try just regardless.

Several years had passed since her return from the past. Maria… She suspected she wouldn’t make it back from Kyoto. At the same time, however, she was nearly certain the night didn’t unravel in accordance with Mitsuhide’s plan. Perhaps it was truly fated for things to end this way. After all, she did let her anxieties rule her, and took her phone, documents and wallet on the trip.

Maria turned the lights on. It started to get dark. She reached for her passport – it was issued yesterday, although this yesterday had happened a long time ago now. Her eyes faltered as she looked at her phone. She clicked the record button.

“Hej! Proszę, wysłuchaj mnie do końca zanim usuniesz to wideo,” she stared to talk. Her hands trembling, she opened her passport and showed it to the camera. “To twój paszport, prawda? Ten sam PESEL, ta sama data urodzenia, zdjęcie, nawet numer seryjny. Odebrałaś go dzisiaj, koło czternastej, jeśli dobrze pamiętam. Poszłaś potem na kawę i do księgarni, ale niczego nie kupiłaś. Ja… Wiem, że to zabrzmi jak jakiś obłęd, ale wiem to wszystko, bo jestem tobą. I musisz, ale to musisz mnie posłuchać.

“Na początku dwa tysiące dwudziestego roku wybuchnie pandemia. Zostaniecie wprowadzeni w lockdown na początku marca – ja wiem, to samo w sobie już jest nie do pomyślenia. Ale przysięgam, nie kłamię. To wideo możesz zobaczyć tylko dlatego, że mój telefon i twój telefon to tak naprawdę jedno i to samo urządzenie, połączone z tą samą chmurą. W kwietniu mama zostanie okradziona. Koniecznie zmieńcie hasło do jej konta bankowego przed pierwszym dniem kwietnia. Cokolwiek co nie jest datą urodzin Fafika, proszę.”

Maria set her hands down. She looked straight into the camera, her face a mixture of sorrow and relief.

“Choć… W sumie nie wiem jak dużo mogę powiedzieć o tym, dlaczego w ogóle tutaj jestem,” she laughed. “Za parę lat wyruszysz do Japonii. Koniecznie odwiedź Kioto. A potem… Sama zobaczysz. To… To był drugi czerwca dwa tysiące dwudziestego piątego roku. Po prostu pojedź wtedy to Kioto. Może ciężko mi zaufać, ale stanie się wtedy naprawdę wiele ciekawych rzeczy. Spotkasz wspaniałych ludzi, przeżyjesz parę przygód… I nieważne co się stanie, gdy już tam będziesz – będziesz wiedzieć czym jest “tam” jak już się tam zjawisz – nieważne co, nie zbliżaj się do Kioto ponownie. Uwierz, że wszystko co dzieje się wokół ciebie jest prawdziwe od razu, nie popełniaj mojego błędu… I naprawdę, będzie cudownie.”

Maria hit the stop button. She uploaded the file to the cloud, fully aware that it would transfer to the other device connected to it – her phone, the one she held in her hand, but not exactly that one.

Kicho returned maybe an hour later. She didn’t tell him a word of what she had done. As on any other day, they started to prepare dinner. Her body felt heavier, but Maria ignored it. She was half-done with her meal when her hands refused to cooperate.

“Hm? You’re not hungry?”

“You could say that.”

Kicho furrowed his brows. “This doesn’t sound like you.”

“Say, Kicho.” Maria hung her head low. “Do you remember the date?”

“The date?”

“When we can return.”

“The second of June, twenty twenty-five. Why?”

“I promise I will be in Kyoto then.”

His fingers tapped against the table.

“What are you going on about? Aren’t we going together?”

“I think the other me has already seen my message,” Maria laughed. She smiled, her body slowly growing translucent. He stared at her with wide eyes.

“Why?”

“I’ve… I’ve realised there is a chance it will change the past.” She looked up abruptly. She knew how to hold her tears back. This time, she would not cry. “I don’t want to disappear either. But I wouldn't be able to live if I didn’t take the risk and tried to save her… In a way, I still will be alive… So… Please, take care of the other me when you meet her.”

“Maria –”

“Please.”

She disappeared. Not even dust remained.

Dictionary:

“Hej! Proszę, wysłuchaj mnie do końca [...]" - "Hey! Please, listen until the end of the video before you delete it. This is your passport, isn't it? The very same PESEL number, the very same birthdate, photo, even serial number. You've received it today, around 2PM, if I recall correctly. You've had coffee and went to a bookshop afterwards, but you haven't bought anything. I... I know it will sound like some insanity, but I know this everything because I am you. And you have, you absolutely have to listen to me. // "A pandemic will erupt at the beginning of 2020. You'll be in lockdown, starting from the beginning of March -- I know, that alone is hard to imagine. But I swear, I am not lying. You can only see this video because my phone and yours are in fact the same device, hooked up to the same cloud service. In April, somebody will steal from mom. You have to change password to her banking account before the 1st of April. Anything that isn't birthday of Fafik [common dog name], please. // "Although.. I actually don't know how much I can tell you about why I'm even here. In several years, you'll depart to see Japan. You must visit Kyoto. And then... You will see for yourself. It... It was the 2nd of June, 2025. Just come to Kyoto then. It may be hard to trust me now, but many interesting things will happen then. You'll meet wonderful people, you'll live through several adventures... And no matter what happens, when you will be there -- you will know where is this "there" once you are there -- no matter what, do not come near Kyoto again. Believe that everything what happens around you is real from the very start, do not repeat my mistake... And really, it will be wonderful."

// Final notes:

I don't think this ending is necessarily bad, to be honest. It just means she'll go trough a similar loop, although this time, hopefully, to see a different conclusion.

The alternate ending was for Mitsuhide to help her out of the wormhole. A short time-skip would occur, less than a month. Maria would be shown running errands in Azuchi. Her last errand of the day would relate to Mitsuhide, and so, she'd visit his manor. As it would turn out, their relationship was still rather ambiguous, although it would have clear romantic tendencies -- the sort of thing you ease to rather than are struck by. She'd end up working by his side, helping mostly with the security of Azuchi itself and collecting intel... And we can assume that this may be the ending she'd arrive on with the information she had given to her former/current self.

In a way, this perhaps is even happier than what could have been.

The End

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#mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikemen series

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