#most likely meet at leats

[nrcbookclub]

Me watching my brother and friend(s?) get into relationship(s?) while i wait to meet the poor guy who i marry

[ukulelegodparent]

Every year I think 'im not gonna go to the Czech Republic a thousand times this year' and every year I'm wrong

[manonim]

Zen is the current King of Fox Demons and a husband of Jie. He always looks at others with a bright smile on his face but beneath this smile he's hiding a lot of grief…

Full Name: Zen Huang

Alias(es): First Prince, The Queen’s husband, father, dad, The King…

Species: fox demon (six-tailed)

Gender: male

Affiliation(s): no info

Occupation(s): Successor of the throne(formerly), Jie’s husband, current King of Fox Kingdom

Weapon(s): no info

Place of birth: Red Fang Mountain- The Fox Kingdom

Age: 2000+

Home: The Fox Kingdom

Likes: spending time with his family, sweets…

Dislikes: Bitter food, celestials…

Family:

Jie- wife

Yī- first child

Èr- second child

Sān- youngest child

DFK- father

Friends/Allies:

no info

Enemies:

No info

Status: alive

Abilities:

No info

Personality:

(Will change)

Zen is a honest person with a rather cheerful and carefree personality, at leat that’s how he is to his family. He can sometimes be lazy but when taking care of important things he is really reliable. Despite being a kind person, Zen is someone who won’t forgive anyone who hurt his family, if it’s someone stronger than him he won’t blindly attack but will wait patiently for revenge… cause he will never forget the pain of his relatives.

History:

No info

Relationships with canon characters (opinions):

No info

Relationships with my ocs (opinions):

Jie:

Zen loves Jie very much. After Jie was punished by Jade Emperor Zen was always by her side trying to keep her spirits up. When Jie decided to leave the kingdom he accepted her decision hoping that this way she will regain her old self. He later tried to communicate with her by sending many letters but hadn’t got any answer for long time, yet he still believes that they will meet again.

Kids:

Zen loves his kids as much as he loves Jie. He tried to keep them together after Jie left but realised that they are grown enough to deal with the situation by themselves. He spends most time with his daughter Yī to prepare her for taking over the crown but also wants to stay close to her because she suffered the most from their family tragedy. Èr was always independent so they don’t talk much but continue communicating through letters(you’ll need to read about Èr to know what it’s about) while his youngest child- Sān, visits him from time to time to ask about Jie.

Trivia:

- Zen never wanted to take the position of the kingdom’s ruler

- In my au he was one of many kids of FDK but is an only son, his sisters left the kingdom mainly to get married, one of his sister is Princess Jade-Countenance (The true JTTW fans will know who she was)

- His favourite colour is red

- Zen is half blind, he can’t see out of his right eye, he uses the eyepatch to hide the burn scar on his face

[cookycherry]

Pirate King: Kim Hongjoong Oneshot

I’ll probably add more parts let’s be honest

How I pictured Hongjoong to look when I wrote this OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN

Pairing- Hongjoong x Reader

Genre- pirate AU, smut,touch of enemies to lovers, fem!reader

Warning-smut, unprotected sex, choking

Word count-4,534

Summary- You have a job to finish. Assassinate Hongjoong, leader of the pirates. However, once you get on board his ship things take a turn. You have met your match in more ways than one.

He was there.

Three feet away from you.

From your hidden spot; between wooden planks you could watch your target, watch as he made his way freely and unaware. Predator hunting predator.

Your grip on your blade tightened. Once you completed the bounty you’d be drowning in riches.

Hongjoong. He was your ticket to freedom.

One of the Atiny pirates and the captain. His bounty made him famous. Infamy suited him. He was as handsome as his wanted poster painted him to be.

Fawn colored shaggy hair, a cropped fringe fell on his forehead while some hung longer along the nape of his neck in a way that worked for him. Kohl was ringed messily around his intense eyes. He was clad in a fur coat and black leathers, weapons attached to him. His crewmates were the same; handsome and deadly.

He stalked around the ship deck similar to a lion on the prowl. His dark eyes shot around, taking in every detail around him; pointing out things his crew mates forgot or needed to fix. Every now and then he and his mates would speak in a tongue that your ears picked up must have been the mother language from where they hailed from.

You just needed the sun to set, for them all to pass out like pirates did, then you could creep into his captain's quarters, drive your blade clean into his chest then disappear into the night.

Being a stowaway for an assassination job was not something you pictured for yourself but you were desperate. You needed this money and needed to make a name for yourself; he was that big ticket.

Nervous sweat beaded along your neck as you pushed yourself back tighter into the storage cabinet you had claimed. You rested against the wooden containers that reeked of wine.

The sun was at its peak, hours it would be before you could taste some victory. You bid your time fantasizing about how you would spend your earnings.

—

You awoke with a jolt. Rubbing your eyes you sat up, it was quiet and dark. You didn’t know how long you had been asleep but could not sense any of the loud voices from earlier in the night air.

You felt the way the ship swayed along the waters. Listening to the lapping of waves.

Now was the time.

He had to have been asleep.

You slowly opened the door from your hidden location and scanned the deck. A faint light from one of the lanterns at the head of the ship; one of his men doing a night watch. Perfect.

You slid out from your spot and pulled yourself up against the wall to a higher perch. Most ships you knew had a similar layout, towards the middle and probably down a small corridor is where you’d find his quarters.

You focused your breathing as you wiggled your toes in your boots, reminding yourself to relax. You'd done this plenty of times before.

—

His room was dark, only some moonlight shown through a small window he had. His bed was massive and in the center of the room. Random items of his hanging on the wooden walls and scattered on the ground similar to a beast den.

The wood of the ship creaked, reminding you where you were. He was in that bed, blissfully unaware.

You swallowed hard, your throat feeling tense. You pulled the blade from your thigh, gripping it with the same intensity each time you had to do this. Silently, you jumped on the bed shoving the blade down but only meeting a feathered mattress. Panic creeped up your spine.

“Wow, you are good.” A playfully evil laugh followed.

You quickly shot your body to flip around. Meeting eyes with the captain himself.

He leaned against the wooden wall. Now shirtless and wearing those same leather pants and worn boots. He grinned and you could see perfect teeth. He cocked his head to the side.

“You really thought I didn’t know someone had snuck their way on my ship?” You were frozen on his bed unable to move.

You watched as he walked his way from the wall, his body moving elegantly as he grew closer, his boots tapping heavily against the floor.

He now was looking down at you, your eyes couldn’t break away from his fiery stare.

He leaned down, letting you in on a secret.

“Next time you have an assassination job, keep the perfume at home. I know Wooyoung doesn’t smell like jasmine.” Your pulse pounded. You felt as he took a strand of your hair and played with it between his fingers.

“I honestly have always dreamt of a woman coming to me at night. Breaking in and climbing in my bed.” You felt your face redden as your eyes met his.

Without much thought you went to jab the blade up and hoped your aim landed him in his side. He was quicker. Grabbing your wrist he disarmed you and swatted the blade into the wayside, out of either of your reach.

“My weakness is a woman who could actually kill me.” He laughed that mesmerizing laugh again.

Your faces were inches from each other. You wouldn’t deny that he was one of the most handsome men you had encountered yourself with.

It went against everything you stood for but you threw all common sense aside as you pushed yourself up and pressed your lips to his. Something about him made you crave his existence.

A surprised groan echoed from his throat as he pressed his lips intensely to yours. You felt as his lips parted, taking control. His tongue playfully swiped against yours, testing the waters. He proceeded to crush you against his body, trapping you in a suffocating hold that stifled the air in your lungs.When you finally earned a respite, you took a gulp of oxygen through swollen lips, the flesh buzzing from his expert kisses. Your eyes met and you traded silent promises of lust and fire that could only be understood in moments like these. You both knew without words what you both needed and wanted.

Your hands moved to his pants, Hongjoong watched and glanced down keeping his eyes fixated on your hands as you worked at unlacing; you were shaking with excitement and adrenaline.

Hongjoong grinned, “I’ll do a better job. You’re going to second guess ever getting on this ship.” He teased as hiked up your blouse, exposing your waist.

“Ruin me.” You retorted.

Revealing your bare waist, Hongjoong took his sweet time, making sure his palms settled on your skin and rubbed lazily. He worked up your blouse higher and higher until he connected with your breasts. Swiftly, Hongjoong pulled the garment over your head and tossed it across the room.

Before you could react, his face was buried between your breasts, kissing and tonguing between the ample cleavage your bust offered. When you feel the warmth of his hands on your back,you bite your tongue.

“Hongjoong,” you panted,revealing you knew his name, showing him how badly you were melting from his touches.

He grabbed your hips and spun you around, forcing you to face the closed door to his quarters as he crowded your back. His rough hands settled on your breasts, kneading them smoothly while his lips found the top of your shoulder. He was animalistic.

You tipped your head back, your nails digging into his clothed thigh as he toyed with your breasts, his hot mouth leaving a burning trail up the side of your neck. Eyes closed, you hummed with euphoria, curving your body into his.

Hongjoong groaned ever so slightly, mimicking your rhythm to rub the bulge trapped in his pants against your body.

When he bared his teeth and bit the side of your neck, sucking on the blemish to soothe the sting, your lips parted in a gasp and you mewled and repeated, “Ruin me.”

Hongjoong tongued the bruise he made and whispered, “You’re going to have me all night. Relax and enjoy it, Stowaway.”

His hands squeezed your breasts and you rutted your hips backwards into him to express your delight at his quiet promise.

“I would relax better… if you took your pants off,” you quipped mischievously, rubbing your body against his crotch for sport.

Hongjoong hissed through clenched teeth and pinched your nipples, earning a yelp from you.

“You… first,” he growled in your ear.

Your hands immediately darted for the fastening on your trousers, but you abruptly stopped as he grabbed your fingers and returned them to the bed. Carefully, his hand dipped into your pants, palming your dripping core.

“You’re so wet,” he said with a shudder, almost in disbelief.

That was a gracious description. You could already hear the dampness as it coated his arching fingers. One swiped over your clit before teasing it and you responded the best way you knew how - by moaning loudly.

“I still can’t believe I make you this wet,” Hongjoong huffed, voice trembling.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you murmured, “I want you.”

“I know,” he sighed, kissing your jaw now tenderly.

Gripping the bed for support, you picked up the slack. Now grinding your lower body on to his fingers and along his bulge as he was pressed against you, holding you. Dripping with your arousal, Hongjoong pressed a pair of his long digits into your entrance and you cried his name, finally getting relief for the ache of desire you had for him.

“Fuck yourself on me,” he ordered softly, thrusting his clothed erection into the curve of your ass with abandon. He sounded like the captain you heard earlier, demands he ordered now directed at you.

Nodding, you gripped the bed, fingers tangling in the sheets, trying to find a tempo that worked for both of you. His thumb rubbed your clit furiously while you did everything you could to get yourself a high from his crooked fingers in your core. You had gone so long without this kind of relief. You hadn’t found anyone in such a long time that softened your edges like this, you didn’t even have the urge to pleasure yourself. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted to climax until you felt the tears prick at your eyes from the racing of your heart and the throbbing of your pulse.

The moment you shivered and swore, Hongjoong withdrew his hand and you reacted borderline violently, mixing up words as you expressed your fury.

“Take your pants off,” he told you calmly.

You obeyed mindlessly, tearing your pants off, once they cleared past your ankles Hongjoong clutched you with a vengeance, flipping you around to face him and smashing you into the bed. You whimpered for mercy, muffled by his mouth on yours as he kissed you hungrily. His hips jerked against you and you spread your legs, inviting him between your thighs like it was the one thing you wanted for the rest of your life.

“Please, please let me come,” you begged between his feverish kisses.

Hongjoong didn’t relent with his tongue teasing and pulled away long enough to threaten, “You will. Over and over and over.”

Something told you there was a catch. You were an unwanted guest on his ship, even more, you were there to end his life. Hongjoong was very much embedded in the world where it was eat or be eaten. He wasn't above punishment; no matter how passionate he was in this moment.

“Stowaway,” Hongjoong hissed, almost menacingly in your ear. “Earlier when I noticed I had a guest, I watched you. I fantasized about the way you would come when I’m inside you. I want you to scream and beg and cry. If you pass out, I might be satisfied. But I’ll wake you up with my face between your thighs to fuck you again.” He smiled wickedly, devilish. It made you want him more. No amount of money in the world could stop you from begging for him. You met your match.

“Hongjoong,” You started, helpless and turned on to the point you wanted to devour this man until nothing was left of him.

“I want you wrecked. I want you shaking. Then, I’ll be okay with the fact you snuck your ass on my ship,” He bit off the final words, smiling smugly.

“That seems… fair,” You choked, blinking at him in reverence.

“I thought so too,” he replied blithely. Then, something else flashed in his eyes and he said, “Now, undress me.”

Breaking from his gaze, you turned your attention to his leather pants, the ones you fumbled with earlier, finally freeing his length from the wretched material. The moment his pants were pooled around his ankles, Hongjoong grabbed your arms, commanding you up to his level.

Arms around his head, you kissed him with all you had, his bed squeaked underneath you and you panted for breath, on your back and gazing up at him in time to watch Hongjoong grab your ankles and pull your hips to the very edge of the bed.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he purred in wonder, licking his lips while reaching across your body to grab and squeeze a breast.

You snatched his hand, bringing it to your mouth and kissing your way along his knuckles, tugging him toward you until you could brand your tongue across his wrist, lingering over the prominent veins. You do your best to hold eye contact, feeling more and more arousal pooling between your thighs , with the fire in his gaze, your attention inevitably shifted to his cock.

Hongjoong noticed where your stare had drifted. He glanced down before returning to you and lifting an eyebrow in amusement.

“Is that what you want?” he asked sheepishly.

Still sucking on his wrist, you nodded excitedly.

Hongjoong freed his hand from you before leaning down to press a quick, affectionate kiss on your lips. You attempted to grab his firm biceps but in a flash, he was standing up again, grabbing your legs and holding them up on opposite sides of his hips.

His teeth sank deeply into his bottom lip as he rocked forward, sliding his length back and forth against your entrance, occasionally rubbing along your clit and sending a jolt through your body.

“Please, please, please,” you begged helplessly, staring up at him in worship.

Hongjoong chuckled darkly, chest heaving up and down with every ragged, hard breath he took. “God, you’re so wet,” he sighed, closing his eyes briefly to etch this in his memory.

“Damn it,” You whimpered, wringing your fists in the blankets as you waited.

Hongjoong grinned from ear to ear, clearly getting off on your suffering. Then, he grabbed your knees and guided them high on his waist. You clamped down on his ribs and reached for him just as he lowered down and propped his elbows along your head.

The tip of his cock pressed to your entrance and you braced yourself, clutching his arms tightly as he slowly moved forward. You threw your head back and cried out, feeling him fill you up so perfectly it was like he alone was meant to be there.

Hongjoong drowned you in kisses, making his way across your jaw and throat. “Easy, Stowaway,” he whispered in your ear, still bringing his hips closer into yours.

He finally bottomed out and you could breathe again, letting a swear word slip at the snug fit of him deep inside you.

“Good,” he coaxed, thrusting slowly and shallowly while studying your reaction. “Cry for me.”

His voice was sinful, low and harsh. The way he could shift between soft and hard in the blink of an eye, it was driving you crazy.

“Fuck me, Captain,” You rasped, lacing your fingers behind his neck and keeping his forehead pressed to yours.

Hongjoong then flashed a devious smile and raked his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head and teasing, “ I don’t want it to end.” Then, he kissed the corner of your mouth and said, “I’m taking my sweet time with you. Maybe you’ll stay here forever. Become mine and wait for me each day.”

You played the one card you had. Smirking back at him, you crossed your ankles behind his lower back and flexed with all your might, forcing the muscles in your core to tighten and massage his cock.

His lips parted, a choked off breath hanging in his mouth at your tactic. Meanwhile, you kept his head in your possession while you flexed and released again and again, enjoying the way his pupils dilated further before his eyes rolled back.

“That’s it,” Hongjoong sighed, biting his lip and rocking his hips slightly against yours as you continued to pleasure him.

Hongjoong braced his hands on opposite sides of your head and drew his pelvis back before giving you a long, hard thrust that you could feel in the pit of your stomach. He wasn’t kidding when he threatened to be slow.

“Captain,” you whimpered, clinging to him roughly as he did it again. This was torture and you were starting to realize that was his intent.

One drawn out thrust after the other, Hongjoong hovered above you with his eyes closed, letting out quiet, little moans at the warmth and tightness. Your fingers abandoned his neck in favor of his arms, scratching his flesh with your nails as a warning.

“Do you want me to beg?” You suddenly groaned. “I’ll beg all night, if you wish.”

Hongjoong peeked his eyes open and whispered, “I’m listening.”

“Please,Hongjoong. Harder, faster, please,” You mewled, all the while jolting in place when his hips smacked into yours.

The captain’s gaze drifted from your face to your breasts, watching them shudder with each hard thrust, and he grinned with delight. “You call that begging?” he teased.

You grumbled, sinking your nails into his shoulders and listening to him hiss through gritted teeth. “Fuck me, Captain Hongjoong,” you growled at him, reaching up and grabbing his jaw with a shaky hand. “Fuck me. Take me for all I have. You’re good at that, taking from others. You filthy fucking pirate.”

“Am I?” Hongjoong questioned with a raised eyebrow and failing to hide just how aroused and amused he was by your pleas and digs.

“So good,” you moaned, panting for effect.

Hongjoong tilted his head playfully before sliding his arms under your shoulders, all the while still rolling his hips and sinking his cock into you at a glacial speed. His fingers found your hair, tangling and winding with no room for error, and he sharply tugged, making you cry out in surprise. Forcing your head up, Hongjoong pressed your heads together and rumbled, “Watch.”

You gulped, realizing if you glanced past his face, you could see where your bodies connected. “H-Hongjoong,” you started.

“Watch me fucking take you,” he said sternly. “Watch me take what’s mine. Like the pirate you say I am.”

His voice had dropped to an animalistic growl and you shivered in his grasp. You held his biceps, bruising him with your fingertips as he finally sped up to a steady pace of in and out.

Pitiful whimpers fell from your lips while you did as told and kept your eyes on his length sliding in and out of you. His defined abdominal muscles flexed with every shift and your thighs trembled at each impact of his hips.

“Spread your legs more,” Hongjoong ordered, winching his eyes closed again while yours were blown wide open. You obeyed without a thought, holding your legs out at his sides and giving him more room to get even deeper inside.

“Fuck,” You choked, tipping your head back as the air snatched out of your chest.

Hongjoong instantly pinched your hair, yanking you back despite your outcries of protest. As you moaned and watched him rut his length in you, Hongjoong hissed, “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you answered immediately. You were truly now drawn to him, forget the money.

“Convince me.”

“I belong to you. No one else,” you screamed in desperation, snaking your fingers up and down his back.

The egotistical bastard smiled down at you before dark fire flashed in his eyes and his hand suddenly took hold of your throat, putting subdued pressure on your throat. Out of sheer instinct, you grabbed his wrist with both hands, no sounds making it out of your mouth as they were trapped in my lungs.

“You gonna come, Stowaway?”Hongjoong crooned, tilting his head as held you.

You nodded as best as you could against his iron grasp.

“I feel you clamping on me. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased further, stroking you toward a climax that you sorely needed.

He was saying and doing all the right things. Any second, you were going to explode beyond repair. Feeling the tell-tale prickling down your legs, you released his wrist and dropped your hands to your sides, completely submissive.

That triggered him to make his thrusts harsher, but still fluid, working his hips between your legs as you squirmed beneath him. Your hands fisted in the sheets, tearing at them with a vengeance.

“Stay still, little stowaway,” he coaxed, kissing the corner of your gaping mouth. “I got you.”

You tried to shake your head. Your vision was pulsing. Your ears were pounding.

Hongjoong hit the right spot again and the pleasure overflowed into a buzzing orgasm. As your spine arched, Hongjoong released your throat and slowed the movements of his length within your walls as you pulsated around him. Instantly, you gasped for air and your entire body thrummed.

“Oh, fuck,” you managed to cry out, eyes pressed closed while your head tipped backwards into his bed.

Hongjoong merely stared at your bliss and continued to rock into you leisurely, all too pleased with what he could do to you that no one else ever could. Sweat beaded across your faces and your muscles trembled with the effort.

Hongjoong snickered sinfully and teased, “I’m not done with you.”

Nodding, you lifted your head and smiled, breathing rapidly as he leaned down to kiss you sweetly.

“Let me ride you,” you whispered, insistent.

Hongjoong wrinkled his nose and shook his head with a smirk.

“Let me ride you,” you pressed, pushing at his shoulders and giving him the most innocent expression you could muster, he made you want to be fragile.

He melted and grabbed your hips, keeping his length inside you as he switched your positions. Straddling his lap, you braced your hands on his chest and made a few tentative rolls of your hips to gauge his reaction. He pinched his lips together to hide a groan and squeezed your ass with his hands.

“Listen to how wet I am,” you told him smugly, lifting yourself up and down on his length.

Hongjoong finally released the breath he had been holding and hissed a low, “Fucking Stowaway.”

“You do that to me,” you reminded, grabbing his hands and bringing them to your bouncing breasts. He palmed your flesh, kneading and pushing them together with pleasure as you rode him. Having your fill of that, you grabbed his wrists and pinned his hands alongside his head, bringing your mouth to his neck and proceeding to suck an obvious bruise in his skin.

“Subtle,” he quipped shakily, ever so slightly lifting his hips to meet yours on a downward arc.

“Usually is my strong suit except when it comes to you,” you retorted, tonguing at the mark before making it even more defined. Pleased with your handiwork, you sat back up and picked up the pace on his cock, adding, “I want everyone to know you’re spoken for. Your bounty is mine.”

“Is that so?” Hongjoong choked, gritting his teeth as you pushed him closer to his end.

You nodded, arrogantly. He wasn’t the only one who got off on power. You were two of a kind.

“Then stay with me,” Hongjoong suddenly confessed, eyes softening.

You glanced down at him, confused for the moment.

“Stay here with me, each day. Throw whatever dull shit is waiting for you away.” Hongjoong continued, harsher.

That took you aback and sent a lingering pain through your chest. You came to a dead stop, resting your hands on his toned body for balance. Your eyes burned and you realized it was from the threat of tears. You looked weak.

“What does that mean?” you asked timidly.

Hongjoong wasn’t having that and he was quick to snap, “There’s no other reason you came to kill me besides you have nothing else to live for.”

That tone was damaging,but he wasn’t wrong. He wanted you.

Hongjoong sat up and locked his firm arms around your waist, keeping you in his lap while he held tight.

“Hongjoong,” you whimpered, clinging to him while you rested your head on his shoulder, hiding your face in shame against his neck.

Hongjoong leaned his head on to yours, your sweat mingling, before thrusting upward and earning a cry of pleasure. You crossed your legs around him, trapping him inside you as you both moved your hips in a decadent rhythm. Your lips found his flesh and you kissed him with affection. He bruised your waist and hips in his grasp while little grunts and moans fell from his lips.

“Will you stay?” he stammered, a heartbeat away from losing it.

Your cheeks brushing, and said, “I haven’t decided.”

Steering your movements with his hands, you hissed at the pinch of his grasp on your thighs. Your fingers threaded through his messy fawn colored hair and you tugged.

Listening to him pant and whimper was ultimately your undoing. Your legs shook uncontrollably as they clamped on his hips and you roared his name as your voice broke, quickly reaching down to grab the sheets instead of ripping out his hair.

At the height of your pleasure, Hongjoong finished with a gasp and wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing him hard as his cock swelled within your core. You hit your peak and finally took a labored breath, feeling his hot release inside you.

You relaxed in his hold, resting all of your weight on him and confident that he could support you. Cheek on his shoulder, you closed your eyes and waited for the sensitivity to fade.

It felt like eternity before you finally thought about moving. Hongjoong peppered kisses on your neck and jaw, caressing your sides as he turned, lowering you to the bed on your back. When he pulled his length from you at last, you hissed at the loss of him.

The feathered mattress dipped at your side when Hongjoong curled up next to you, draping an arm across your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

“Made a decision, Stowaway? ” he asked a moment later.

You could hear the sensitivity in his voice despite the dig and thoughtfully replied, “Yes.”

“Tell me,” he pressed, his gaze trying to be nonchalant but failing.

“I’ll be expecting a long list of demands from you.”

[astrangeraccoon]

On Sam and Gwen convo in ep 18:

Sam definitely dropped the ball here. I'm not blaming him and not saying it was his fault but he messed up and I fear that this will lead to Gwen :

Not talking about it again

Putting herself in danger either to prove she can handle it or to bring back proof of what she was trying to tell Alice and sam

The thing that hurt most here is Sam was genuinely believing her. He is a believer of the supernatural. And despite Gwen hostility at time, he has been showed to have an at leat positive relationship with her and regularly take her side (even over Alice in some argument).

So he was believing her and Gwen really believed she was gonna get the support she needed and was finally opening up to get.

She unfortunately just chose the wrong example. I am not blaming her here. Bonzo is the most monstrous of the "external" we got to meet for now. We know how awful he is because we got multiple time where we see him and we got a description of what he look like and we know it's awful.

But from Sam point of view she s basically saying the equivalent of the bear mascot from haribo (first example that came to mind) is in fact a monstruous murderer. So I get why Sam laughed, I probably would have too in his place. Especially since we know from the casement in ep 10 that bonzo was loved by kids probably Sam generation

Also Sam s best friend is Alice. Alice who has no concept of what's appropriate and where/when to joke. She s the kind who would make a joke like that with a big lead up (esp knowing Sam s obsession with the supernatural and his want to help/protect his friend and uncover mystery) that end in the most surprising /stupid way. ("you absolute asshole" that s def something he s said multiple times to Alice wehn she did weird bad jock)

So yeah I don't blame him for his reaction. He still hurt Gwen so much tho (could have realized she was actually genuinely panicking and stopped the joke or something). Especially since he (accidentally) described nearly exactly what happened (the only difference being the tone of voice and it happening at Nigel/bonzo s house). Especially the BONZO BONZO BONZO that must have triggered soooo much panic in her.

(Gwen reaction and her voice just broke me up)

I just wished he had checked on her at the end but of course we can't have healthy communication in this podcast

Tldr: while Sam s reaction to Gwen mentioning was not good™ it made a lot of sense and was very understandable but I wish he checked on gwen later

[lovelylemonfluff]

RAISING XIAO WITH ZHONGLI/MORAX

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

This is just my stupid ua with little baby xiao, the relationship between reader and zhongli can be viewed as platonic or romantic it's up to you! ♡

°gender neutral (I think I'm sorry read the warning) o(TヘTo)

°warnings zhongli will be referred to as morax (ﾐㅇ ༝ ㅇﾐ) and Xiao calls you mommy/daddy witch ever one you'd like♡

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .Zhongli/morax

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

⬤You were the first one besides Morax to meet xiao after he had been adopted he was a skittish and some behavior issues due to his past, Morax hadn't asked you to become a second parent for xiao but it had naturally happend

⬤When you had first meet xiao he was fairly thinn his hair was to his shoulders and had large eyes his stance was awkward and shaky

⬤he stood behind zhongli as he held his leg "Xiao" Morax said softly he looked up to the tall man "it's okay y/n is one of the most dearest people iv ever meet" he patted his head

⬤you get on one knee and reach one hand out to him as Xiao peaks out at you he appears nervous and confused "if your uncomfortable or scared Xiao it's okay you don't have to" morax says

⬤Xiao looks up at morax his voice soothing his nerves a little then he looks back at you and reaches his hand out, as your finger tips meet he tenses up a little but decides to step further

⬤he grabs your finger as he slowly steps closer until he's in your embrace "y/n"

⬤after that you saw Xiao a lot more and with that he began to trust you more and more untill you became a second parent to him

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♥︎Little Atlantis/Xiao Calls his daddy father and you mommy/daddy o(≧▽≦)o

⬤Morax lovingly greats you at the door and then suddenly you hear Xiao running twords you "GOOD MORNING FATHER GOOD MORNING MOMMY/DADDY Morax let's out a deep chuckle "and good morning to you too my dearest Xiao"

♥︎ALL OF YOU CUDDLE SO MUCH ejdheudaudw Xiao always in the middle between you and Morax he just loves it so much it makes him feel so protected and loved

⬤You lay atop of Morax's arm side ways as you lay your hand on his chest loving incaging is that a word? (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡ Xiao in between you and Morax as he peacefully sleeps

♥︎he definitely has separation issues so you and Morax help him with that as best as you both can and they get a lot better overtime

⬤you rock side to side as you tightly hold a crying and trembling Xiao "mommy/daddy I'm sorry please don't leave me I'm sorry I was bad" he leats out a long cry "Xiao baby I promise I'll be back I swear you did nothing wrong I love you so much"

♥︎Xiao has a lot of nightmares at first he's ashamed and dosent want to tell anyone but as he opens up more he tells you and Morax and you both comfort him

⬤"y/n do you hear that" "huh?????" You sit up and say sleeply as you rub your eyes "Xiao love are you okay" morax heads to Xiao room and you decide to follow as you get closer you can hear whimpering and see Xiao hiding under his covers "Xiao love what's the matter" Morax steps closer and pulls out "Father mommy/daddy" Xiao cries out he barries his face into Morax's chest "Did you have a nightmare my love" Xiao nodes and holds onto him closer. you and morax spend some time comforting Xiao intill you and Xiao fall asleep and morax decides it's time to join.

♥︎Absolutely HATES sharing both of you like if he sees any of you so much as interact with another child he's jealous

⬤I don't have one for this (・_・;)

♥︎ canonically only likes almond tofu but would shove food down his throat in hops not to taste it if you made it. Unless it's dumplings anything but Dumplings

⬤you watch as poor Xiao tries to shove the meal you had made for him down his throat with a disgusted look on his face, "I'm sorry your not liking it Xiao here let me make you some almo-" "NO MOMMY/DADDY IT'S AMAZING" he says as he shoves more in his face and smiles at you

♥︎Xiao sleeps with a Morax plushies would those even exist so fare back???? Whatever they do now AND HE ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT his papa plushie

⬤Morax gently pets Xiaos head as he finally calms down and goes back to sleep. You wrap your arms around morax knech and push up against his back "look at him and his papa plush" what that cringy I'm sorry (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

♥︎Sometimes he slips up and calls Morax "daddy" or "papa" and it makes his heart go brrrrrrrrrrrr

⬤you hold Xiao's hand and take one stop out of the door before he stops you "wait wait I forgot to say goodbye to papa" he says as he tugs on your hand. You and Xiao head back inside and see morax reading a book "hm? Your walk ended so quickly" morax looks at Xiao as he runs to him "no no I just forgot to say goodbye daddy" that mad Morax's century

♥︎Xiao absolutely adorrrrresss being read to (づ◡﹏◡)づ but only by Morax

⬤Xiao wiggles around in your lap in an attempt to get comfy "you ready Xiao" "yup" and you begin to read like one sentence before Xiao says "I don't think your doing it right" he says as he looks at the words "what am I doing wrong" you turn your head slightly "everything."

♥︎Xiao's kinda clumsy.......okay very clumsy but poor baby is so embarrassed about it o(╥﹏╥)

⬤You walk out of your room with a pen in hand and before you turn the corner a small Xiao pops out with his mask on "rawr" he says in a "deep" voice then falls

♥︎Xiao eventually grew out of this phase but he has an obsession with milk he drinks so much of it

⬤"Papa can I have more milk Please!" cue morax trying not to die of Xiao's cuteness "of course sweetheart"

♥︎Both of the boys are absolutely obsessed with each other it's like one ones around the other is very few times are they apart it's not uncommon for you to find them cuddling through out random times of the day

⬤Morax rushes through the door after some weird.......Archon meeting??????.... Yeah let's go with that. And Xiao immediately runs to him "Papa!!!" "Xiao!" they embrace each other in a big hug!

♥︎Little Xiao was never worried about his height despite him being abnormally short because he swore one day he'll be as tall as his papa

⬤"One day when I get my growth spurt I'm gonna be as tall as you!!!" He jumps and looks up the smiling morax. Xiao's still wondering when he'll get his growth spurt

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Idk if I should post this because it's shorter then id like it to be (／ˍ・、)

But hey I hope you enjoyed!! („• ֊ •„)

Have an amazing day just as amazing as youuu!! ♡

[imeriayapping]

Hi bestie, hope you are doing fine. <3 you are one of my favorites here btw, just wanted to let you know this before continuing. <3

About the last thing you posted, I wanted to write you something because you said you hope at least one person writes to you.

I, myself, usually write out of necessity, I have to write only because of my degree, and loscar being my favorites, are always the characters I use to work with words. The concept is usually similar. I have some kind of a fixation I can't get rid of. Maybe I'm not satisfied with something? I don't know.

For some reason, whenever I write about them, one of them is not present and sometimes it's vague whats the reason behind it. In addition, another frequently used symbol in my writings is usually some kind of a garden that comes with them. A kind of symbolism for their love or their absence. An overgrown garden is usually used to symbolize the absence of one of 'em, and a beautiful lush garden reflecting the light in a beautiful way is usually a symbol of their good, or better days when they were together, in love, and happy.

You can use all the above and some kind of a supernatural or paranormal thing. Make one of the characters into a ghost or maybe let it be realistic and make one of them solely an idea that the other one has in mind. A product of their imagination or madness.

I didn't have any idea, and I thought maybe writing this to you; gives you some kind of a picture? Even if at last you don't like it and forget about it, at least, I've tried. I'm not really good with giving ideas or words, so an imagery was all I could give. Hope it helps one way or another. :>

With love, a friend. <3

Omg first of all skndkskdkslskfk thank you soooo much for this ask!!!! I'm very honoured to be one of your favourites (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)♡

Second of all i really like your idea so here something that my brain generated when i read it, hope you like it :p it won't be finished or anything but still something

It always was there, as long as he could remember there was a door that lead to a garden. It wasn't magical itself (at leat it didn't show anything to logan) but it's just always appeared behind any door if he thought about it enough. Garden was beautiful but always only for him to see, logan could never find it when he wasn't alone. The incident when he was six and tried to show it to Dalton but without any luck for twenty minutes before giving up and being teased about "imaginary garden" was enough.

One of the first times Logan gone there he broken a few branches and stomped few flowers, it wasn't out of cruelty but more of childish need to destroy sometimes. But after that only thing he was answered with was quiet gust of wind that made plants sing. It shouldn't have gotten any reaction from him probably but still, Logan was momentarily flooded with shame because of his actions, a gentle voice in his head reminding him to treat everyone around with kindness while broken wood shined under the sun as to remind him of what he did. Logan flew out of the door right after and didn't try to summon garden back for a few weeks.

Afterwards he got into a habit of helping the garden any time he visited, maybe picking up few leafs or watering flowers with hose that always was somewhere around. Besides that he just hang out there as before, sometimes running wild or just napping under trees.

Time was moving the same for outside world and here so for most part Logan only had bit's and pieces of time to spend there before his family would start to worry.

As his life progressed there always were three constants - racing, garden and oscar.

After moving to Europe it was pretty nice mix to keep him grounded, a passion of his life, a place ha can feel at home that will always be there for him, and only person that would be his friend no matter what distance is between them.

Meeting oscar probably one of the best parts of moving, part of the reason not to give up. Their friendship wasn't one to fall apart from distance of being in different series (tested in Logan's first year in f3) and by the time they got to f1 the bond is stronger than ever.

It makes Logan wish sometimes to show his garden to oscar but at that point garden became his place of solitude, his always sunny runaway spot. Even if he knew he wasn't there alone, Logan saw that sometimes pots were moved around or leafs that he put off cleaning weren't there when he came back. Maybe it's garden being actually magical, maybe someone actually come there but they never bothered him so he figured thay couldn't be too bad.

So he continued opening closest door whenever things became too much and sticking close to oscar, two simple truths of his life.

Until one day after oscar being so sweet to him and logan wanting to repay to that he broke his promise of not breaking anything in the garden. Well technically he didn't break, just carefully cut off a few flowers that he doesn't remember planting, to make a small bouquet for oscar. But it was fine wasn't it? He always could just put some new there and it's not like there was someone to mind.

Or so logan thought before he saw frown settle onto Oscar's face just few minutes after he received flowers, his initial smile melting away longer he looked at bouquet. This reaction made Logan anxiously ask if everything was alright but he was quickly reassured that nothing is wrong and oscar even going as far as to kiss him on a cheek, leaving him dizzy while oscar retreated back to McLaren.

Logan tried not to think too much of this interaction because he's pretty sure it would just drive him mad. So he hides this memory in furthest corners of his mind till he gets back to garden hoping to water some greenery and maybe even plant a flower that he was eyeing for a while.

It all came to halt when he was walking past flower bed that contained flowers that he cut off before. There was a McLaren cap hanging on one of the strongest stems that were left there as a result of his bouquet preparations. When he picked it up there was a little note with "these were mine >:(" that in pairing with cap left no room to imagine who other person in the garden was

"Fuck"

[enbysiriusblack]

TW ABUSE

do you think the black family was physically abusive to their children? personally, i tend to think not, since i think that “their noble house” would not stoop so low to muggle ways of being, so to say.

completely unrelated, but i think sirius was the gifted child (and the one who was supposed to be the heir, obviously) and i like it when i read a fic that has the black family that also explores the dynamics beyond inherently evil or good. i think they were loved and that they loved each other, obviously, (or at leats in most cases) but they had a weird way of showing each other that.

also, regulus was orion’s favourite (quiet and obedient) while sirius was walburga’s (determined and intelligent). since orion was a pretty absent father, i think regulus felt the favouritism coming from his mother towards his older brother and resented both of them for it. i think regulus was pretty reserved as a child with that being one of the reasons, while sirius was always the one who invited the guests in and made polite conversation with them, when needed.

i definitely don't think they were physically abusive, only verbally and emotionally. i also think walburga, orion and regulus would see no fault with it and not recognise it as abuse.

i def agree with sirius being the gifted one, naturally smart and charming and everything. and sirius' line about how people don't just slot into 'good or evil' was so based on his family. they loved each other but walburga and orion were taught by their parents that control and tradition and fear were the ways to show that love. the family trauma cycle fr.

however, i don't think regulus was orion's favourite. i think sirius was both parents favourite. orion wanted a strong heir and saw that in sirius (whereas regulus, he saw as just his spare in case of any problems- ie. sirius running away and getting disowned) i think orion was quite absent (for regulus), but he did make sirius come into meetings and spend entire days just sitting in the corner of his office whilst he does paperwork and writes letters to people. walburga then spent time with both of them, and favoured sirius not because he was the heir, but more because he was always more charming and could talk to her guests, and played the piano better, and was always ahead in his academics, and could beat his father in chess by the time he was 7, and was a little outspoken and rebellious but so was she as a child so she thought he'd get over it as he grows up.

regulus was definitely reserved as a child, so true anon!! i also think he always was. i see his as autistic (well i hc both sirius and regulus as autistic, but regulus more quiet and antisocial and has selective mutism), and that he never really understood other people, or social situations, and struggles talking to most people.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

"... and that's when there was no going back." For firstprince plz!

ok this one got written in between dancing in the street (literally) cuz once i thought of it i couldn't get out of it's grip

so Nico luv i bring to you Henry spilling all his secrets (well at leat one big one) in a live(?) interview so he can get alex back post the lake house and b4 alex would have made his mad-dash for the castle

hope ya like :)

It has been two days since he left the lake house in Texas, and Henry is in the middle of yet another interview, pitching yet another thing the crown has forced him to do when he gets one of those questions he always gets. It’s always either some variation of “Is there anyone special in your life?” or “And when will you be doing your stint in the military, like your brother?” He honestly would not put it past his Gran to force the questions to be asked. It is in that moment that he decides he’s done with this-he’s done being someone he’s not just to please someone who, if he’s honest, has never cared about what he wants. So when the reporter asks, “Prince Henry, is there any special lady in your life?” He turns to her and smiles, “Actually, there is someone special, and I messed things up with him quite spectacularly, and if he’s listening, I hope he’ll give me another chance.” Since he’s already reached the point where there is no going back, he continues, “Even though I ran when he tried to tell me how he felt, I hope he’ll hear me when I say ‘I love you’ and I’m coming to you just as soon as I finish this interview.” He takes extra care to stress every male pronoun he uses and waits as the reporter and others in the room process what he just said. “Um …” “You don’t need to ask. I’ll answer it; I’ve been waiting too long to say it. I’m gay, and I’m in love with a man. I want there to be no confusion as I say that I have never been interested in any of the women you have all snapped pictures of me with as more than friends. Unfortunately, as a prince, I have been told certain things are expected of me, and until now, I have let that hold me back from being me. I hope you all will allow me a bit of privacy as I work on being myself.” He pauses once again, letting his words sink in. Before the reporter can ask any sort of intrusive follow-up question, he continues, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to cut this interview short. See, I have a flight to catch and need to figure out where that flight needs to land.” He gets up to leave, thanking the reporter and apologizing for the abrupt end to the interview. On his way out of the room, he opens a text to June on his phone and simply writes, ‘Can you please tell me where he is?’ He gets a text back almost instantaneously telling him Alex is still at the lake house. Then another telling him if he fucks this up again he’s not going to like the consequences. He is met by Shaan, who left the interview toward the end, and Shaan nods, “The plane is ready to take you back to Texas, sir. I arranged for a bag to be packed for you to meet us there. Unless you will need me, I am planning to stay here. Maybe run a little interference as necessary; give you some time to do what you intend to do.” “Thank you, Shaan. I appreciate that.” Henry’s on the plane heading to Texas, a long flight in front of him. When he checks his phone again, he sees a series of text messages from Bea, most of which contain joyful emojis. Surprisingly, there is a text from his mother that simply says, ‘I’m proud of you, Hen,” and while that is unexpected, he’s not sure now is the time to unpack how he feels about that message. Perhaps even more surprising is a text from Pip that is simply a heart emoji; he isn’t sure he realized Philp knew how to send emojis, but that is another text he’ll decipher later. Right now, he needs to figure out what he will say to Alex when he gets to him, providing, of course, he’ll even listen to him. He’s hoping, with every fiber of his being, Alex will talk to him, and he didn’t just blow up his life on British television, with no chance of reconciliation with the man he loves—the man he’s loved for longer than he wants to admit since he’s being honest.

this can also be found on ao3 if you'd rather, they'll all be there as they get written

[4townlove]

4⭐Town Headcanons : How They Say "I Love You"

⭐ Robaire

no matter who is around, or what the situation is, there are moments when Robaire looks at you and feels a swelling of adoration for you that he needs to express.

he'll whisper your name against the curve of your ear to get your attention. him being Robaire, this always works and once the world melts away, he take your hand so gently in his own and after kissing your knuckles, he gazes up into your eyes as he mutters through a soft smirk...

"You are my beloved. I will say it every day, and always mean it just as much as the first time I ever did. It will never change..."

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⭐ Jesse

though he prefers keeping your intimate moments as private as possible, there will be times where he has to pull you away from the crowd to catch his breath with you. you recharge his batteries, relax his heart, and after sighing down the often overwhelming sensations flooding his mind, the blonde smiles, takes your face in his hands and rests his forehead against yours before exhaling...

"...You're everything to me, yknow... everything. Thank you for being here... thank you for being you..."

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⭐ Taeyoung

once both of you are together, seperating you is nigh impossible. there isnt a moment throughout rehersals, tours, recording songs or press conferences where you both arent together. however, whenever you both get a chance to take a break from being around everyone else, Taeyoung takes your hand, squeezes it, sometimes rubbing his nose against yours as he whispers through a giggle...

"Out of everyone in the whole wide world, you are my favourite."

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⭐ Aaron T

loud and abbraisive declarations of his undying love for you arent uncommon, and most people expect it to happen at leat 10 times whenever you both walk into a room together, but just because he's the most hyper member doesnt mean T doesnt respond well in more intimate situations.

more often than not, it'll be whenever you're both alone on the practice stage, sat facing one another, playing with each others fingers.

he'll look at you, blush madly with the sudden realisation that he is yours, and taking both your hands in his, he'll kiss your fingers more tenderly than ever before beaming...

"You're like... magic! You make me feel invincible. and I'll do everything I can to make you feel the same, and even more special It's a promise!"

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⭐ Aaron Z

as simple, calm and straight forward as Z is known to be, being with you has brought out a tenderness and clingyness that no one expected. he's always holding you in some way, whether it's just your hand, an arm around your shoulder, wrapped around your waist or his chin resting on your head while you relax, he's always there, and gives anyone who has anything to say about it an icy stare, including the other members.

but no matter what, whenever it's just you and him, whether on the way home from the studio or on an Aaron Z-trademarked midnight date, he will meet your eyes, hold your gaze for a long moment before leaning in, kissing your cheek so softly and whispering as plainly as he says anything else, though this time with a rare but charming smile...

"I'm happy to be yours. I'm happy you're mine. I'm happy we're together. Let's make life good... together."

[009720kakashi]

The rain is full of ghosts tonight

Kakashi's face stayed impassive behind the ANBU mask. It had been a while since he was send out as ANBU. Technically he had been dismissed from service but then once ANBU always ANBU ne? The dismissal basically just meant that he was not on active ANBU roster. Most missions did not require the mask. This one might. 

"The locals insist that it is cursed. Haunted by some sort of demons" Tsunade said in a dismissive tone of voice. Apparently she was not awfully convinced by that theory. 

"That forest is Rain and River territory though. Why is it Konoha's concern?" he asked, arching an eyebrow behind the mask. She did not have to tell him. If she gave the order he would go of course. She might though.

"True...the people going missing in that forest are Konoha and Suna people though. Neither Rain nor River. So they do not care obviously. They also have not given permission to investigate stating that it's hardly their problem if we cannot keep our merchants save from burglars" she said displeased.

"Burglars eh?"

"Yes...'burglars'...It caused issues already. The alliance with Suna is still fresh. We cannot affort distrust on either side."

Burglars probably wearing Rain and River headbands ne? Kakashi thought. Neither Rain nor River were particularily delighted about that alliance between Suna and Konoha. It was understandable since they were tiny countries squashed between Suna and Konoha. It would not be surprising if these ghosts and demons haunting that forest were in fact shinobi trying to feed into the already existing suspicion many in both Konoha and Suna still harbored towards the other. 

"It's a combined mission. I do not have to tell you that this is very important. You will meet your contact here" she said, pointing out coordinates. He took a look at the coordinates memorizing them and then bowed quickly before disappearing.

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True to it's name Rain had greeted him with rain. It had been a rather wet journey in general since River was ...well...full of rivers. Kakashi had not been dry for at leat 24 hours. The difference between Rain and River was just that travelling through River you got wet from below whereas travelling through Rain you got wet from above. He reached the coordinates after 2 days of travelling. It was not inside the forest but close to it. Close enough to get a first look and that look was not exactly what he had expected. 

Tentatively he approached the forest edge. If you could call it that. The trees looked like an army of ghosts. All white and scrawny. No leaves, nothing green in sight. It was eery and smelled of death.

"Maa... might go with that 'cursed forest' theory after all ne?" he mumbled to himself and pushed the ANBU mask aside to get a better look with the Sharingan. When he opened it the world shifted into this mixed view he maybe never would get truly used to. 

"Hm..." he said and closed it again. Nothing. At least nothing obvious yet. Now all he could do was waiting for his contact. Maybe Suna had more information. 

[luminisworld]

THE TALE OF TWO SERAPHIMS SYNPHONY:

Chapter 1: The meating.

Narrator POV:

It has been a long time sience Father has call Goseriel and Gabriel to the principal Palace, Gabriel was as talkative as usual, but Goseriel was more pensative of what were their call for, especialy the two first olders of the ring of charity, everytime other Angels sees them they star to compared one another, both of the tall seraphims have beautiful golden wings, golden eyes, two head feathers eacht side, really pale White skins, the only diference was the hair color and atitude, Gabriel has a bit out going atitude and has short Brown hair, while Goseriel has golden long hair and a really serious actitude towards anyone, not a bad atitude, he's a gentemal just... too serious for the liking of others they were wearing a White tunic with some golden parts and some Brown sandals, this was the first time in at leats 200.000 years sience they were call and that was just a regular meating for them, but this time Father said that he wanned to present some Angels to them, 12 other Angels to be exact, Goseriel is thinking of what was so special about them.

Gabriel:"aren't you excited to meet them Goseriel?"

Goseriel:"well i may be a bit, but also worried about what the Real meating is bout..."

Gabriel:"don't worry, i'm petty sure is just a normal meating nothing more."

Goseriel:"i Hope you're Right."

Gabriel:"oh! Look we just arrive"

Gabriel said pointing at the Big golden tower in front of them Goseriel just let a sigh and they went in....

Both of them were nervous and didn't now what was It about other than meating other 12 Angels, Uriel and Uricel think at the same time, the last they were summond was about 150.000 years ago, Both first olders of the ring of Chasity, elegants as always wearing a White tunic whit some blue and Orange parts on them aswell as some Brown sandals, Uriel have half White half Orange color wings, wiht black short hair, and a really redish skins with dark Orange eyes, while Uricel half Light blue half dark blue wings, a bit long light blue hair a bluesh skin and light Green eyes, but the most notory aspect of him were the two other faces, ram and bull are their names, as they walk to the principal room Uricel talks.

Uricel:"Are you nervous too?"

Uriel:"Yeah i am, but lest not worry about It remenber that we can't show this kind of weknes in front of father"

Uricel just nods and they went inside, and there they were the other 12 Angels, but Uricel just noticed one golden angel, as well as Goseriel noticed him back they both look eyes and there was a fealing there neither of the two knew what It was, but they just keep looking at eacht other for a while until.....

God:"Thank you all for coming today my children"

All of them were taken a back but composed themselfs just as fast.

All:"It's also or pleasure to be here father".

They all said at the same time.

God:" You all are here to meet eacht other, but before that, i'm gonna introduce all of you and where you all come from...

Olders of the humilty ring: Michel and Samael.

Olders of the charity ring: Gabriel and Goseriel.

Olders of the patience ring: Rafael and Azamarel.

Olders of the Chasity ring: Uriel and Uricel.

Olders of the Temperance ring: Josephiel and Lumiel.

Olders of the gratitude ring: Chamuel and Crosel.

Olders of the Deligense ring: Zadquiel and Rosiel.

I let you all to meet eacht other and Talk a bit because from now on you all Will have the meatings at the same time"

God said and leting the angels meet between them, they all went silecen and none said anything, but after a while the first angel Who started to Talk was Goseriel to Uricel, for surprise of Gabriel.

Goseriel:" It's a pleasure to meet you, i'm Goseriel."

He said leaning down a bit and kissing the other ángel hand, Gabriel was taken a back, sience the time that they were created Goseriel never introduce himself with that kind of maner, Heavens he never introduce himself that was so weird of him.

Goseriel didn't knew what happend until a few seconds, why did he just do that? Why did It feel so wrong now? Why didn't he hit him away? What is he gonna think of him? He looks so beautiful, Why is he thinking that?...

Uricel was also taken a back, but also a bit flustered no one have greated him like this never, and he felt special for that, wait, was It wrong? Why he didn't apart his hand? What is this fealing? Why is did he do that to him?was he really worht It? A handsome angel like him, Why is he thinking of those things?...

Uriel didn't said nor think It was weird at first but seeing Gabriel exprecion he knew something was wrong.

Uricel:" it's a pleasure to meet you too, i'm Uricel."

They kind of insparied the others and they all present themself, but Goseriel and Uricel where the one Who most conection have even they didn't knew why but It felt.... good, they were even more conected than with their own contraparts, Gabriel was in shock while talking to Uriel, and Uriel now knowing how Goseriel was he was unconfortable they didn't know what was It, while all that was happening Goseriel and Uricel were having the times of their lives talking with eacht other, Then Father came in and said that it was time to leave, but, they didn't wanned to leave the other older, they didn't wanna be separed for a long time, Why? They didn't even knew why but that fealing was there, so Goseriel propose something.

Goseriel:"I can grand you an special entrence to the charity ring if you wanna visit along with Uriel"

Ok now Gabriel know that something was wrong, he was never, and he meant Never was this friendly or this talkative with others not even him, mean while Uricel was more than Happy to Hear that, why he felt so Happy? He didn't care anymore.

Uricel:"It Will be my pleasure to acept and i can grand you the same thing so you guys can visit us too"

And Gabriel felt his jaw drop at the flor when out of the blue, Goseriel Kisses Uricel hand again, and again they didn't do anything about It that just happend, Uricel just giggle a bit for a moment he shine a little, Ok now Uriel was really unconfortable with all of this like they just meet why was Uricel leaving that older touching him like that? why was he reacting like that?, Uricel and Goseriel didin't even noticed and they just smile at eacht other and they said at the same time.

Uricel and Goseriel:" See you soon"

And then they went diferent ways but there was that fealing again that neither of the two knew what It was, but It was a really warn fealing that neither of the two wanted to let go, they just wish to see the other again.

[dear-mrs-otome]

Silvio Ricci - Your Fault I'm So Horknee Event - Epilogue

Standard Disclaimer: I do this for fun. I don’t, and never would, claim to be proficient at JP. There will be mistakes herein. There will be dialogue I choose to smooth out or change, because it feels choppy just straight translating. There will be the occasional snarky aside and irreverence and just plain summarizing. If you’re looking for 100% pure accuracy, without commentary or localizing, this is not for you. If you don’t mind that…then proceed, and I hope you enjoy! And please, support your local localizer (they make this stuff look easy) and Cybird by playing the games and routes when they come to English.

Note: Translating smut sucks. Apologies if this does too. You can find the Event + Sweet end here, and the Premium end here. This is a continuation of the Premium, in Silvio's POV.

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“Ten days,” he says, and she doesn’t follow. “It’s been ten days since I last touched you. I’ll have you regretting you ever made me endure it that long.”

He’s been teased so much, nothing remains but painful desire. Pressing his lips to the tip of one toe, he kisses a slow path upwards - Emma making half-hearted protests the entire time, but it’s obvious her heart isn’t in them. 

To himself, he blames all this on her for being so cute. All on her entirely. Working his way up past her knees, trailing kisses up her thighs - higher, to the spot he knows will get him the best reaction of all…

“Silvio…don’t!” 

Emma’s hand is desperately trying to push his head back, but he ignores it in favor of hooking her legs over his shoulders so she can’t go anywhere, his mouth grazing lightly against her damp center. 

Sorry, he silently apologizes to her as she softly moans. But I’m all out of patience.

He circles her with his tongue, licking and sucking as if he could pull the very heat out from inside of her. It doesn’t take long for the evidence of her arousal to run down and wet the table beneath her, her body going wantonly languid. And when he teases her clit mercilessly, a string of cries falls from her, one right after another. 

But each time does nothing to sate his hunger - if anything, it only grows.

Still dissatisfied, he lifts his head from between her legs just as he feels her begin to quiver on the precipice, and looks up at her…

“Silvio…you idiot…” she accuses.

“Hey…no need to cry.” Alarmed, he’s cursing to himself, figuring he must have overdone it.

Coming back to his senses at the sight of her with her hands over her eyes, and wondering if she was so mortified she really had hated it. “Emma, are you alright??”

Her only answer is silence, and he starts scrambling. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I’ll be nicer with you, please don’t be upset -”

She’s still not responding, and then he stops abruptly. 

Hold up a minute. Taking a closer look, it’s apparent that she’s fighting back amusement, pressing her lips together tightly.

“....Hey!” he says, in disbelief. Grabbing the hand she’d been hiding her eyes with and pulling it away, where the only sign of tears he sees lingering are most definitely not from being upset. “You’re messing with me.”

“Just a little revenge,” she tells him, saying she wouldn’t be able to stand it if she didn’t get back at him at leat a bit for embarrassing her so much.

He stops and turns red at her explanation, and finds himself picking her up in his arms, her own cheeks pink and refusing to meet his eyes. Cursing and swearing at how he can’t hold back when she’s like this. 

“Silvio?!” She says his name in alarm as he tosses her onto the bed and strips his own clothes off. 

“Quit saying such cute things, you idiot!” he accuses, telling her if she does he might just dick her down too hard and be the end of her then and there. She’s flailing and protesting that, when he shuts her down. “Be quiet. I told you I’ve got ten days worth pent up.”

His fingers delve deep inside her, as he takes her breast in his mouth. No intention of stopping no matter how many times a climax shakes her.

She’s crying out, tossing her head back and forth as if at her breaking point, and he takes that as sign enough to shift atop her and drive himself home the way he’s been wanting to so badly. Finally feeling something like satisfaction for the first time in ages.

The no-touching ban was even worse than he’d realized, he supposes. So madly in love with her it had been an agony of sorts. He silently vows that he’ll never let her put something like that in place again - how it was something like torture not being able to touch her. 

“Emma.” 

Just him saying her name is enough to have her smiling happily…and the sight of that alone has his heart all aflutter. His desire spilling over unabated. Admitting, to himself at least, that he’s so hopelessly in love with her.

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“No touching allowed!” Emma declares.

“Whaa?!”

The next morning, the moment she’d woken up, Emma had dressed and ran out of the room..and then had made such a proclamation. 

A furious Silvio asks why, when they’d settled the problem, and Emma agrees they had, but things still aren’t copacetic. 

“Yesterday, that…that…!” she sputters.

He realizes that���s what she’s still hung up on, fully aware that he got carried away last night. He’d had her again and again, never satiated, and it’s clear it’s all so fresh in her mind how thoroughly he’d debauched her that she’s too embarrassed to even say it. 

Guess I lost control a bit at how cute she was.

He smirks at her. “If you put a ban in place, I’ll do something that’ll make you think I was going easy on you last night.”

She gasps. “If you do that, my heart might explode and take me with it!”

Oh so that’s why she’s being like this, he realizes - and he thinks he deserves the highest of praise for clinging to enough of a shred of reason to keep from jumping her right then and there. 

Aloud, she says that if he thinks that way it’s only fair for him to be embarrassed too, and alarmed he tells her to back away. 

“No! You should be as humiliated as I was!” she exclaims, and over his protests she seems serious in her righteous anger as she tries to grab him. 

Before he knows it, the tables are turned and he’s now the one trying to run from her. Wondering what the heck he’s doing…even as the sight of her smile blooming bright in the sun takes his breath away.

All that lust he should have purged last night coming roaring back the moment he sees her like this.

He’s in real trouble, he can admit to himself…because when it comes to her, his desire knows no bounds.

[pixelhorses]

meet Silverbullet

an OTTB gelding, that belongs to Josh. He didn't spend a lot of time on the track and has only done a couple of races, before the baroness decided, that he "lacked the will to win".

Josh bought him to make a barrel racer out of him, because he thought it was a "great idea" and I would be "fun". before realising, that he had absolutely no experience in handling thoroughbreds, even less in those who did racing. So he decided to ask the jack of all trades and friend Ivanna to help him with Silverbullet.

training Silverbullet was a rather fun project, at least for Ivanna….not so much for Josh

Silverbullet is a sweetheart and while he most definitely won't win any big competitions, at leat he is having fun with this new deciplin. Josh most likely won't keep him and eventually sell him as a leisure horse. At least Ivanna thinks that would be the best option for this friendly, lanky gelding.

[rangercorpstherapy]

opinion on Will remarrying in the series?

there was an ask about this before and I wasn't really against it then but more a bit apprehensive. but after the council meeting i had with @burnin0akleaves about their will treaty love interest #2 i am, dare i say, swayed. (this is your sign to bully him about sharing more information about his gay bandit). But not on the marriage part. I just don't see him remarrying ever again, alyss was his wife, and i think he would feel to much like he's 'replacing' her if he marries again.

this is not to say that i think it's immoral to marry again after your spouse dies, this is more about how their relationship was written in the books. They were childhood friends, they are set up to us as THE couple on literally the first page. their love was a big plot crutch in first series and it was used as a catalyst for the start of the second. i don't think john f. can pull it off the write a second, just as convincing, romantic plot for will with over half his books being about how much he loves someone else.

if it was written differently it think it would've worked.

if im going to pretend john would even entertain this idea I would want it to be a slowburn. but I have the feeling he would rush it. "But many relationships took more than one book to get to the point of marriage/serious relationship", yes and no. even though most characters weren't immediately together, it was often plainly stated that they had feelings for each other, or there was talk about how close they seemed to be. i want a second love interest build from the ground up. i don't even want a 'they are beautiful' before we have known them for at LEAT one and a half books. i want them both the be traumatized and lonely and I want it to be a mutual understanding that they're not replacing their past lovers because for the both of them it was to big of a loss to ever get over.

[th3dailyoverload]

Navigating Career Exploration and Development

The journey of career exploration and development can be both exciting and daunting. From choosing a career path that aligns with your passions to climbing the corporate ladder, there are numerous challenges and opportunities that lie ahead. I recently started a new position and thought this would be something cool to blog about, let's delve in, maybe I can share a trick or two that I have learned.

Embrace Your Ambitions and Passions

As a young adult, it's crucial to embrace your ambitions and passions when embarking on your career journey. Don't be afraid to dream big and pursue goals that truly resonate with you, just don't reach too high and get greatly disappointed. Whether it's climbing the corporate ladder, starting your own business, or making a difference in your community, let your passions be your guiding light as you navigate your career path. My most practical example is how I had always told myself that I'd probably go into accounting, it was too obvious because I loved the subject, as a career but my passion for publishing and graphic design lead me to study publishing and here I am 4 years down the line working in the field, scheduling my own times and still doing further education. I wouldn't have been here if I stuck to the ambitions forced on me by my parents, follow your own aspirations and passions because at the end of the day your parents won't be there when you have to go into the office for a 09h00 to 17h00.

Seek Mentorship and Guidance

One of the most valuable assets in navigating career exploration and development is mentorship. Seek out successful individuals in your field who can offer guidance, support, and advice as you make your way into adulthood. A mentor can provide valuable insights, help you navigate challenges, and offer a fresh perspective on your career goals, and even potentially get you special opportunities that you wouldn't have any other way else. I never understood the importance of a mentor until I had one, try it out. You're bound to learn something new or if not at leats you've started networking.

Invest in Your Professional Development

Investing in your professional development is key to advancing in your career as a young adult. Take advantage of training programs, LinkedIn Learning offers a lot of free courses that also add certificates and achievements onto your LinkedIn profile, workshops, seminars, and networking events to enhance your skills, expand your knowledge, stay ahead of the curve in your industry and potentially meet future employers. Continuous learning and growth are essential for success in today's fast-paced world, what you needed to know yesterday is not what you need to know today.

Build a Strong Personal Brand

As a young adult entering the workforce, building a strong personal brand can set you apart from the competition and boost your career prospects. Invest time in crafting a polished resume, optimising your LinkedIn profile, and showcasing your skills and accomplishments in a professional manner. This is the most fun part about entering the career world, you get a fresh new slate and you can decide to be perceived in any way that you wish to be, for me I went for the personal brand that I'd always seen myself as which was professional, minimalistic, tech-efficient and graphically inclined. Your personal brand is a reflection of who you are, how you want to be perceived and what you bring to the table— so make it what you want!

Network, Network, Network

Networking is a powerful tool for career exploration and development as a young adult. Make an effort to expand your professional network, connect with like-minded individuals, and build meaningful relationships that can open doors to new opportunities. This can be by simply connecting with everyone in your publishing module class on LInkedIn if you're planning to potentially go into the field professionally. Attend industry events, join professional associations, and leverage social media to network with influencers and thought leaders in your field. And more especially, DO NOT BURN ANY BRIDGES. Specifically for me, the publishing field is the size of a private company's offices and that's for the nation, meaning you probably interacted with everyone at least once in your life so you'll have to be nice and professional with everyone because you might end up working with them at some point.

Embrace Challenges and Take Risks

As you navigate the ups and downs of career exploration and development, don't be afraid to embrace challenges and take risks along the way. Stepping out of your comfort zone, trying new things, and taking calculated risks can lead to growth, learning, and new opportunities for personal and professional development. Embrace uncertainty as a chance to learn and grow stronger. In conclusion, career exploration and development as a young adult can be a transformative and empowering journey.

Rejection is not Permanent

If I had a R10 for every time I was rejected by a potential employer, I'd be able to take a solo trip to Cape Town. Job rejection can be disheartening and lead to feelings of frustration and disappointment. It's important to remember that rejection is not permanent and does not define your worth or capabilities. Instead of dwelling on the rejection, use it as an opportunity for growth and self-reflection. Take the time to assess your strengths and areas for improvement, seek feedback from the employer if possible, and use the experience to refine your job search strategies. Remember that rejection is a natural part of the job search process and that each rejection brings you one step closer to finding the right opportunity that aligns with your skills, goals and passions. Stay resilient, maintain a positive mindset, and believe in your abilities – the right job is out there waiting for you.

Remember, the sky's the limit for when entering the workforce, so dream big, work hard, and never stop striving for your career goals. Good luck on your journey ahead!