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[merletka]

Collaborated with amazing writer @alexcors and illustrated her fanfic about Damian Wayne. You can read it bellow! 💚

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– Concussion, multiple beatings, fracture of the collarbone, two ribs and the radius of the right arm, with multiple fragments. Do you have anything to say to that, Robin?

– This dealer raised his hand himself, covering his worthless face. What?

– You beat the suspect to a pulp! Batman barked at his son. – No patrols until Cantelli is transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.

– But…

– That's all.

Damian clenched his teeth, but at the last moment decided not to fight with his father over a small dealer. Cantelli wasn't worth it. And therefore, having drowned himself, the boy just fell asleep.

***

The morning began with the usual five o'clock wake-up, a workout with pruning the squalid park art that Damian disapproved of in his garden. And he was already tired of explaining to Pennyworth that the enemy could be hiding behind large figures! Then a walk with Titus on a leash, Alfred the cat on his shoulder (because the mustachioed one did not want to wake up in any way) and a red-haired squeaking lump in his hands.

The kitten was dragged by a Red Hood a couple of days ago, startling Damian at first by pronouncing his full name without hesitation (few people in the family could pronounce Hafid ibn Ksufash Dami al Ghul even from the third time), and then by an attack of compassion for the animal. However, the boy quickly recovered from the shock, named the red kitten Roy Harper and now did not miss the opportunity to tease brother with the phrase "You gave me your accomplice, Todd."

By eight in the morning, Damian had time to check on the bat cow, comb Goliath, lose the nimble red Harper and find him sleeping peacefully in the cowshed. In general, Batman's heir successfully redid all his affairs, even phoned each Teen Titan individually and gave valuable instructions. On little things like different time zones, young Wayne habitually waved his hand, and everyone also grabbed a moral slap on the back of the head for trying to be indignant:

– Do it, Beast!

– Buzz me here again, Bug!

– The aliens were not given a word.

– Witch!

Damian belatedly realized that arguing with Raven was not worth it, because the importance of portals to any part of the world is difficult to overestimate. Fortunately, he knew about the weakness of every member of his team, and in Raven's case, it was sweets. Especially his sweets, with honey and spicy notes, which the girl fell in love with from the first bite. He will have to share again… She's definitely a witch!

At nine o'clock sharp, Pennyworth served breakfast, with tea in fine china, brown sugar, a slice of lemon and... an envelope?

- You have received an invitation, Master Damian.

- It's not interesting, - the boy muttered, finished with the meal and dryly told him not to disturb him. He was going to decide the fate of the world here, and they came with some kind of invitations!

However, the plan to destroy all (crossed out) almost all people did not come to mind, but the world itself lay perfectly on paper with watercolor paints, fortunately the view from the window was conducive to this. Up to a certain point.

– Todd!

- Hello to you too, Gremlin, - the Red Hood replied, climbing into his brother's bedroom through the window, while unsuccessfully clinging to the tulle with the toe of his boot.

- Pennyworth will bury you for this.

– Yes, yes, and will plant roses from above. Not that I mind much, but that's not the point right now. Get ready to go out.

Damian took a deep breath and unleashed his entire supply of Arabic obscenities on his brother, knowing full well that Jason would understand him. Unfortunately, the pressure of the negativity did not take him back out the window, he had to take up a katana.

– Put the skewer down, shorty, the meat has just been sent to marinate.

– Will you leave on your own or will you be thrown out in parts?!

– Shut up and listen to me, - Todd barked, casually showing off his pistols with the safety off. – In short, Alfie organizes a family get-together, with meat and without a fight. Dad promised to be, I'll bring a replacement, the Gotham crime storm in a thong will come running himself. You got the simplest thing – to lift your little ass off the chair and walk to the place. You can take the menagerie with you.

- I'm not going to any gatherings with my father," Damian muttered, but he put away his saber. – So you can get out and report your failed mission. I'm not leaving my room today, basically!

- No questions,– Jason agreed surprisingly easily. - But if you walk out the door, you're going to hang out with everyone, okay?

– Tt.

–That's settled,– Jason grinned, ducked out the window and disappeared.

Damian managed to exhale with relief, when suddenly something buzzing flew over the windowsill. Titus reacted first, barking loudly at the wasp's nest rolling on the floor!

- You're dead, Todd! - Damian yelled, unceremoniously grabbing the cat and rushing out the door with him and the dog.

***

- No corpses,– Grayson repeated calmly but firmly (for the fifth time!).

- I'll beat him up so that no Lazarus Pit will help, - the boy grumbled into the phone, the call to which stopped him from righteous revenge.

– Alfred said it clearly, without a fight. Let's get together with the whole family, have a nice time, have a delicious meal.

– Tt.

– We have chosen a picturesque place by the lake, you will like it.

–Okay, - the Batman heir finally gave up. – But only because painting was part of my plans today.

– It's wonderful, – judging by the sound, Dick broke into his trademark smile. – You will draw a beautiful landscape.

– I'll paint it! Artists paint with paints, you idiot.

– And I love you, little brother.

– Tt.

Author: @alexcors

[gustavsbrainneuron]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤInterrupted dream.

ㅤㅤㅤ2011 Tom Kaulitz × female reader.

Warnings: fluff & smut, unprotected sex, p in v (riding Tom yumyumyum), Tom eating out reader while she is sleepy, all CONSENSUAL.

Author's note: OK IM FUCKING SORRY IF THE SMUT PART LOOKS LIKE SHIT, I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED HALF OF IT AND HAD TO WRITW ALL AGAIN BECAUSE I WNATED TO POST THAT SHIT TODAY, IM GOING CQRAZYYYYY. Also sorry if there are any mistakes, english isn't my first language. 🙂‍↕️

"If you don't finish these slides for your presentation by the day after tomorrow, I'll fire you!" The boss said in a stern voice; that echoed in my head and the only thing I was thinking about was how I wanted to punch this mustachioed old man in the face and get out of there. My thoughts were interrupted when he left my office slamming the door, the sound of wood hitting the frame making the table in front of me shake slightly. I just sighed, my hands working on the keyboard of the computer that looked like the oldest in the world - it was slow as fuck, one click and it took fucking 6 minutes to react.

Without thinking, I continued working as I only thought about how much I wanted to go away and see my boyfriend, Tom. He should probably be rehearsing with his band right now, creating riffs, making melodies..I wanted to be there with him right now, just watching him play his guitar and the band creating new music; however, I had to stay in that office for at least the next 3 hours, working on a boring presentation that I will have to present in 2 days. Bummer. Three o'clock passed slowly, as if the clock was 40 minutes behind every time an hour passed, probably because of boredom and stress. I couldn't stand another day in this place, I felt on the verge of throwing all that paperwork up and throwing that monitor that looked more like a gigantic engine making helicopter noises - out the window.

When I finally got home, I just took off my shoes and put on my slippers, Tom heard me coming so quickly he left the room and I heard his hurried footsteps, he came to me; welcoming me with an contagious smile, which made me smile back at him and come closer, hugging him.

"I missed you." Tom said, I could hear his smile in the way his voice came out. He was always so excited to see me, it's cheesy - but I felt myself falling more and more in love with him.

"I missed you too, babe." I replied back, my voice showing slight exhaustion, but I tried to hide it, my body relaxing against the larger figure that hugged me.

"How was today? Are you okay?" He questioned with concern, his hands coming to rest on my waist; pressing the skin lightly with his long, large fingers.

"It was very tiring but I'm fine. Did everything go well in the studio?" My voice indicated concern at the same level as him, taking my hands to the back of his neck, stroking some of the black braids that were there while I buried my face in his chest, closing my eyes.

Tom chuckled, looking down when he felt my face against his pecs. "Of course, everything worked out and we are planning a new album." He replied, his knees bending slightly so he could place a kiss on the top of my head, almost on my forehead. "You seem a lot more tired than usual, how about a shower? We can even watch a movie later, if you want." he suggested as I moved my face away from his chest, putting distance between our bodies; but as Tom didn't like to be without physical contact, he removed his hands from my waist but brought one of his hands to mine, holding our hands together.

"That sounds like a perfect idea, are you a mind reader?" I asked playfully, laughing softly and hearing Tom's laugh mix with mine, leaving me feeling better than ever after such an unbearable day.

Tom guided me to the bathroom, gently pulling me by the hand, he did all the work, helping me remove my clothes first and then his. While he took off his clothes, I went to the shower and turned on warm water; putting my hand under the water, checking if it was too hot or too cold. When the water was at a pleasant temperature, I went under the water, wetting my hair and giving Tom space to enter as well.

"Can I wash your hair?" He said almost with a pleading tone on his voice as he looked down at me. I hesitated to answer him, after all, I didn't want to give him so much work, we were both tired.

"You don't need to wash it if you-" I tried to respond before he interrupted me. "I want to wash it, honey." he said, as if he already knew my answer - was I really that predictable? He stretched his muscular body to grab the shampoo, placing a small portion on one of his large hands before running it through my hair, rubbing my scalp gently as he waited for the foam to appear. I looked at his face, our naked bodies facing each other made me think about how intimate we were and how attentive he was to me, I loved him so much.

After the shower he even offered to dry my hair, he didn't exactly offer...he stated that he would dry my hair, no matter if I said "no, I don't want to give you too much work" and who was I to disagree with that statement? I let him dry my hair, the air from the dryer not being too hot so as not to damage my hair.

"Hmmm. Your hair smells so good, I would stay all day with my face in your hair if I could." He commented, his voice loud enough for me to be able to understand him over the sound of the hairdryer. His body was bent slightly, his handsome face approaching the back of my head which was covered by some of my hair; just to smell it more closely, so that he could still dry the rest of my hair and see me in the mirror.

"Stop being silly! let's finish soon so we can go see a movie. I still have to finish some work things." I smiled gently as I looked at him in the mirror, his face lifting from the back of my head, our eyes meeting momentarily. He saw my smile and just smiled back, still drying my hair; his right hand holding the hairdryer handle, slowly moving the electronic device left and right, making the hot air reach almost all of my hair, drying my strands quickly.

Finally wearing pajamas, lying together on the couch, a bucket of popcorn on my hands, we started watching a movie that I chose because it was about an hour and a half long. The movie was playing on our television, while we were eating popcorn, we were spooning, with me being the smaller spoon and Tom being the bigger spoon. I gave him some popcorn because I needed to reward him after he washed my hair and dried it too - he was definitely the best boyfriend any girl could have, I was so lucky. His left hand was on my waist while we watched the movie, he squeezed the skin in that area from time to time, in a gesture of affection and protection and he never failed to make me feel loved and protected, without a shadow of a doubt.

During the movie, we laughed, talked and stuffed ourselves with popcorn - maybe we talked more and paid less attention to the film but that's ok, it wasn't like there was going to be a test about the movie after we finished watching it.

"If you were a super duper professional movie reviewer, what grade would you give the movie?" I questioned curiously, my body now facing his; instead of spooning. My eyes kept looking up, watching his dark brown eyes, waiting for an answer while he let out a long "hmm" thinking about an answer, looking into my eyes with a thoughtful and relaxed expression at the same time.

"First of all, what makes you think I'm not a super duper movie reviewer?" He questioned back, his tone dripping with sassiness, his gaze showing teasing. I rolled my eyes and slapped him lightly on the chest, eliciting a hearty laugh from his lips, which made me give a silly smile in response. "Okay...I'd give it...a pretty solid 7.6, considering several funny scenes. Especially the one with the man tripping that we laughed a lot at. The scenery isn't bad either, but I've seen better." His voice was forced; actually trying to imitate a fancy critic who knew what he was talking about, which made me start laughing and caused his character to break - as he started laughing too, bringing his face closer to shower my face with little kisses as we laughed.

But as all good things eventually come to an end, we had to get up and leave our "cocoon". I went to clean the popcorn bucket, while Tom tidied up the living room, especially the couch; folding the blankets, arranging the cushions and cleaning up some crumbs that accidentally fell during the movie. While I was cleaning the popcorn bucket in the kitchen, I got distracted by my thoughts, now I was going to have to go finish that damn presentation to send to my boss. My thoughts were interrupted, this time it wasn't by my boss closing the door but by Tom coming to hug me from behind, his hands finding themselves in front of my abdomen and putting light pressure there, while his face lowered to rest on my shoulder. His body was pressed against my back - and that's not a complaint, I loved being like that with him, even in silence. Today he was much more needy than normal, normally he can stay longer without physical contact with me but today he seemed to want me close to him all the time.

"Did you manage to finish cleaning the couch?" My voice was very low and gentle, waiting for a response but I just felt his head on my shoulder moving up and down; indicating that yes, he was done, he just wanted to stand there and hug me. I smiled broadly, finishing cleaning the popcorn bucket and removing the excess water, placing the bucket to dry on the dish rack. As soon as I finished, I gently separated my body from Tom's, turning so we were facing each other, looking up at him.

"Are you okay?" I watched him with slight concern, his needy hands already making their way to my slim waist, pulling me closer to him as he kept his gaze on mine.

"I've been thinking about you all day, you know?" Tom said rhetorically, squeezing my waist lightly as he lowered his face towards my face; getting close enough to make me close my eyes, thinking he was going to kiss me, but he moved past my face and placed his chin on my collarbone, placing kisses there on my neck. My skin crawled as I felt his short beard brushing lightly against the warm skin of my neck and also felt his lip piercing, cold against my warm skin. I could understand his intentions, even a blind person could understand what he wanted. As much as I wanted, I had to finish the presentation as soon as possible, so I gasped softly and opened my eyes, placing my hands on his broad shoulders and moving him gently away from my neck.

"Sorry honey, I need to finish my a presentation by the day after tomorrow." I said almost like an apology, seeing the tall boy lift his head and watch me, squeezing my waist again; he needed a place to take out his desire, huh?

"It'll be quick, I promise. Please?" He begged with the most insistent puppy eyes in the world, caressing my waist in search of a "yes".

"How about tomorrow?" I suggested as I took my right hand to caress his cheek gently, looking into his eyes and reflecting the same desire he had, but knowing that I have responsibilities. Tom just nodded and sighed at the idea of having to wait until tomorrow, getting closer - if that was even possible. "Can I at least get a kiss?" As soon as he finished speaking, I brought our faces closer and began a calm kiss, the cold sensation of his piercing taking over my lips while I kept my hand on his cheek, my thumb caressing his face and feeling the short beard there. Our tongues danced together, almost as if they had a life of their own. Tom's hands went under my loose pajama top, caressing the skin on my back, making my breathing become shaky. He did this on purpose, just wanting to see me getting goosebumps, what a son of a bitch.

The kiss stopped due to lack of oxygen - which sucked, since I could keep kissing his lips until I died and I would still die happy. Opening my eyes, I breathe again, breathing deeply, but not exaggeratedly. I watched him; and he had a silly smile on his lips, which made my cheeks light up with a light red tone, smiling back.

"Don't just stand there and stare at me like a zombie, let's go to the bedroom. I have to finish the presentation while...well, you can try to sleep if you want." I said, pulling away from him, joining our hands and pulling him carefully towards our bedroom.

"A zombie? Is that what I looked like? I was admiring you, asshole." He replied, pretending to be offended while maintaining that same stupid smile, making his eyes almost become a straight line because of the smile that took up space on his face. In response I just shook my head negatively, giggling.

As soon as we got to our room, I let go of his hand and let him go to bed - if he already wanted to go to sleep. I walked in big steps, reaching a desk in the corner of our room and turning on my computer; which, by the way, was much more up to date than the one I had in the office. I dragged the chair with wheels back and sat there, forcing my body forward until I fit my body on the table so I could see the computer screen better and finally; finish this presentation that is bothering me and not allowing me to spend more time with Tom. As I typed and typed, time passed slowly, which was good and bad at the same time. It was good because it meant I had more time to finish and spend more time with Tom and it was bad because I felt like I was doing the presentation very slowly.

I finally managed to finish it after a few hours there, my eyes were almost closed and my posture was completely forward; so that my head was lying on the cold wood of the table while all I had to do was send this to my boss. I looked at the small time indicator in the corner of my computer screen, showing that it was 1:56 AM. Before I could send the presentation to my boss, Tom approached with slower steps since he was probably sleepy too and without saying anything, he just closed my computer and picked me up bridal style - taking me away from the desk and the computer. I let out a sigh, worrying about the presentation for a few seconds, but remembered that it would be saved and I could send it to my boss when I woke up tomorrow morning. So I just accepted Tom's embrace, placing my face against his shoulder, even though his steps were slow, they managed to reach the bed very easily, so he placed me on the bed and joined me straight after placing me there. When he did that, I covered our bodies, turning sideways to face him.

"You shouldn't have to stay working late, honey." He said first in a strained, low voice, gently scolding me for working late.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just need to deliver this presentation soon." I responded to him, feeling one of his hands come to my face, cupping and caressing my cheek affectionately; his thumb almost taking over my face because his hands are big and my face is small.

"No need to apologize. You know I have enough money to support both of us, right?" I waited for him to finish speaking before answering with "I don't want to feel like I'm a leech on your money, Tom." In response he snorted slightly at what I said, as if I had just said the stupidest thing he had ever heard, moving his hand away from my face. "That's the last thing I would think of you, Y/n. If I can help and save you from having to work and deal with an annoying boss, then I want to help. Please?" He insisted as he brought his face close to mine. Even in the dark, I could still see the silhouette of his face there, approaching my face. I remained silent, thoughtful about what he had said, hesitant to answer a yes or no. "We'll be able to spend more time together without you having to work. You'll even be able to see me rehearse with the band. I'm already a super happy man by your side, but I'd be a super duper happy man if you didn't work and we could spend more time together." He insisted a little more while his voice dropped to almost a whisper, wanting to get that "ok, I'm not going to work anymore" from my lips, getting closer until his forehead was touching mine. "Money is not a problem for me, you know that." He completed, waiting for some response from me. My mind was racing, I would love to spend more time with him...but I didn't want to feel like I was gold-digging, even though I really wasn't and I just loved Tom so fucking much.

"I will think about it." I finally gave an answer, but not choosing between yes or no, as I needed to think more about what Tom suggested. Tom didn't question or show disappointment or displeasure, he just brought our lips together in a quick peck since we were both tired. "Think fondly, okay? I love you." He replied, moving our faces apart just to place his face between my breasts, using that area as a pillow. "I love you too." My small hands came up to stroke his long black braids, tracing a pattern through his braids until we both slept.

In the morning, I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping, the light from the window hitting the curtain and making it slightly transparent; so that the light entered our room. But that wasn't the only thing that woke me up. Little by little I started to let out soft and low cries, feeling hands holding my thighs. I woke up, still sleepy, already feeling a knot in my stomach, which made me look down and see no one but Tom there, practically drowning in my pussy. His tongue moved up to my clit and down, flicking quickly on my pussy while holding my thighs as if I could disappear at any moment. I felt his short beard rubbing against my pussy, making me let out louder cries, specially now that I started to be more aware of what he was doing. My pajama pants were lying on the corner of the bed, along with my panties - how had he taken them off without me even waking up? I must be pretty tired, I guess.

"You said I could have you today. But you didn't specify the time." His husky voice vibrated against my pussy as he noticed that I had woke up and was being responsive to his stimulations. Tom looked up, wanting to see my eyes, which at the moment were closed in pleasure, due to waking up to this surprise of his; which wasn't the first time, of course.

"Good morning, to you too, Y/n." He said teasingly, not expecting a response from me as he pressed my small thighs against his muscular arms, wanting to taste me in the purest form possible - straight from the source.

My legs were shaking because of the constant stimulation of his tongue, my hands went to his head, pulling at his black braids, gently trying to get him out of there, even though I knew I had no chance against Tom. He purposely tightened his arms around my thighs, moving his tongue up to my clit, flicking his tongue there in a skillful way, wanting to make me as overwhelmed with pleasure as possible. And he was so fucking good at it. My back arched as moans interrupted by other moans of mine - echoed through our room. He grunted against my clit in response to seeing me like this – desperate and seeking release. "Tom! My god, fuckfuckfuck!" And with one last slightly stronger pull on his black braids, my body lost control and the knot that was forming in my stomach came undone, my legs lightly kicking the air as waves of pleasure passed through my body and Tom felt the taste of all of the release, not letting a drop go unharmed, stimulating me until he felt the last drop on his tongue.

When Tom felt my body relax, he gave one last loving lick to my overstimulated sex and removed his face from between my legs, finishing tasting the pleasure that he gave me, lifting his body and approaching me; who was lying on the bed, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I processed the orgasmic effects coursing through me.

Suddenly I felt his hand under my thigh, pulling me closer to him quickly and easily, since he had a lot of strength. "Open your eyes, Y/n. Look at me." He said gently but with a tone of voice that made it seem like he was demanding and expected me to open my eyes as he asked. Without hesitation, I opened my eyes that were filled with post-orgasmic bliss and looked in his direction, our gazes meeting as a proud smile formed on his lips.

"I love watching you fall apart like that. It never gets old." Then, with a most mischievous smile, Tom; still with his hand under my thigh, added his other hand under my other thigh and pulled me close to him, my body dragging across the sheets. He moved his hands from under my thighs to my waist, lifting me up and finally placing me on top of him so that my body was facing him.

"Now that you're awake, how about we get on with my dick, hmm?" He suggested as he brought a hand to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, adjusting my messy appearance.

"But I'm tired. I just woke up." I answered calmly, my body relaxing in his lap, which made him place both of his large hands on my waist, just to keep me balanced and not fall back. I looked at him, my hands going to his shoulders; standing still on top of the pajama fabric that separated my hand from touching his body.

"Aww, poor thing." He muttered soothingly, mocking me. I felt his face get closer to mine, only for him to pepper kisses on my jaw that went down the side of my neck, making me respond to this action almost instantly, as I shivered and closed my eyes. "It'll be really quick, I promise. Then you can go back to sleep." Looking for some way to say "yes" without having to say anything, my hands on his shoulders gently pulled the fabric, wanting to take that shirt off; Tom understood what I meant and helped me take off his shirt, throwing it anywhere, as much as he could have me here, now. My eyes roamed his body before he suddenly captured my lips in a vaguely aggressive kiss, the taste of my own release making me cringe against his mouth before I deepened the kiss.

Tom's hands squeezed my waist one last time before starting a path upward towards the last piece of clothing on my body. His fingers slowly ran up my torso, until they reached the middle of my chest where Tom began to unbutton the buttons of my pajamas in a hurry. Our kiss seemed to get more heated as he removed my pajama shirt, my waist moving back and forth in his lap; looking for more contact with him, since I felt he was hard through his sweatpants. In response to my movements against his lap, Tom made low grunts against my lips, our tongues "fighting" together, our desires being discounted against each other.

My waist stopped and my hands dropped from his shoulder, going to his sweatpants, pulling down his pants along with his underwear; his cock freeing itself from the fabrics that were squeezing him. I couldn't take his pants and underwear off completely, so they hung loosely over Tom's thighs.

I broke the kiss after his dick was already exposed, breathing quickly due to the anticipation of wanting to feel him. It was funny how minutes ago I was sleepy and now I just wanted Tom inside me. Tom looked down into my eyes, one of his hands that were on my waist, moving up my cheek and caressing the skin there, admiring my tired but glazed with desire face. My small hands went to his shaft, our eyes meeting as I lightl the area, making slow up and down movements.

"Mmm...just ride me, Y/n. I need you now." He said with a hoarse voice due to my teasing, his hand leaving my cheek and going to my waist; getting up and positioning his length at my entrance, pushing my waist completely down, filling me with just one thrust; eliciting a whimper from my lips. My hands quickly went to his shoulders, squeezing that area in an attempt to ease the pain I felt from being filled suddenly. "A-ah...Tom!" I silently screamed, my eyes closing as I concentrated on getting used to him, he used one hand to stroke my back in circles wanting me to get used to it before he could continue. "Shh..I know, babe." He softly whispered, wanting to soothe the pain away.

When I finally got used to it, I slowly lifted my waist and Tom; with his hands around my waist, pulled me down without slowness, filling me again, eliciting yet another whimper from my lips, a whimper that he liked to hear, as he took control of my movements and his hands tightened around my waist, guiding my movements up and down. I helped him with difficulty, with each thrust of his, one moan came louder than the other. "You sound so fucking pretty." He said between low gasps, his face approaching my neck, nibbling and sucking the warm skin in that area, marking me with hickeys. My head fell back, letting him have easy access to my neck and mark wherever he wanted; being at his mercy.

"Ouch!..I can't!" I cried, my legs failing to help him move inside of me, causing him to stay still inside me; his dick shuddering against my tight, hot walls. He was very big and even though we had a relatively active sexual relationship, I had difficulty getting used to him.

"Yes, you can." He answered sternly, hugging my waist, both of his arms keeping our bodies pressing against each other. "And you will." He stated, thrusting upwards, his cock filling me more intensely in that position, making my hands desperately go to his biceps and squeeze the muscular area; who was tense against my touch as he was keeping me trapped between his body and his arms. I laid my head against his chest, words coming out of my mouth but they were all incoherent and accompanied by messy whimpers. My body shook with each thrust, the bed beneath our bodies creaking with each thrust coming from Tom, as my walls clenched around him, milking him for everything he was worth.

"You feel..so fucking good." With Tom's hands around me, he used this to his advantage and lifted me up slightly, thrusting in and out of me at a faster pace, angling himself to hit a sensitive spot between my hot walls, my moans echoing through our room - complaints would come from the neighbors, I thought before my mind became numb so that all I could think about was that moment and how it was good. However, due to the intensity, I tried to escape weakly and make Tom stop focusing on that point of mine. Tom smiled at my attempts but didn't let me escape, pressing myself tighter against his body, wanting me to reach the peak as quickly as possible. "Oh no, you're not getting away now, Y/n." With Tom's skillful movements against my sensitive spot, my legs began to tremble and my head lifted from his chest, looking up towards him, admiring his expression; Eyebrows furrowed, those black braids all messy, his forehead sweaty, eyes slightly closed, looking back at me and groans leaving his lips. He was just so pretty.

Tom lowered his head to search for my lips and begin a slower, more desire-filled kiss; our voices mixing between the kiss, making my whimpers sound more erotic. His movements quickened more as I clenched tighter and tighter around him, and then, our bodies shook together and both of us climaxed, our voices joining in a long satisfied "Mmm" that echoed through the room as we slowly rode our highs, the waves of pleasure passing through both of us and making our bodies go into light spasms. The grip of Tom's arms around my waist became lighter little by little, with his hands off my waist, he reached down and gave my ass a light squeeze, making me sigh against his lips before parting our lips; that they were still "together" even though we were moving our faces apart, as a long thread of saliva formed between us but briefly fell apart.

I gave him a satisfied smile and made him smile back at me, I could still feel him buried inside of me, his cock twitching. "I think that was one of the best 'good morning' you've given me so far." I declared with a tired voice, still processing my recent climax, my hand going up to his face, gently running my hand through the sweat on his forehead and removing at least some of the sweat from that area. "But what about all the others 'good mornings' I gave you? Weren't those enough?" Tom replied, a sad pout forming on his lips; teasingly, his eyes shining with happiness. "Of course they were."

"You're not lying, right? :("

"Tom."

":("

"Don't be silly, I love all the 'good mornings' you give me."

":D"

"Sooooo..." Tom started talking while we were both taking a shower, I had the soap in my hands, soaping my body while I waited for him to finish talking. "What about your job? Have you thought about what I said yesterday?" He finished speaking, approaching me and observing me, searching my eyes and wanting a concrete answer on this subject. "Can I answer after the shower?" I asked calmly as I looked up at him, the answer was already on the tip of my tongue, but I wanted to wait to say it. "Sure. Whatever you want." He responded back without any hesitation, starting to clean his braids, just wanting to get out of there quickly so he could get the answer soon.

As soon as we got out of the shower, changed into more casual clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed; I didn't even think about what Tom said to me yesterday, since I didn't even have time to think. I soon felt Tom sit down next to me, the mattress dipping slightly against his weight; It was clear that Tom was wanting an answer, so I got up from the end of the bed and went towards the computer, turning it on and going to the file where my presentation was located - it was what I was going to present tomorrow. Tom followed me, curious as he watched what I was doing. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're gonna send this to your boss." He replied, his tone showing obvious frustration. "You'll only know if you see it, silly. I haven't even answered anything yet." I answered, giving him hope. My fingers moved over the keyboard just to delete my entire presentation; even though I spent several nights making them to send to my boss.

"Is that a 'I'm gonna spend more time with my boyfriend and not deal with my annoying boss anymore'?"

"Almost. What should I send my boss?"

"Tell him to fuck o-"

"Tom!"

"I'm sorry but he practically steals you from me for like 10 hours every day!"

"He used to steal me from you for 10 hours." I corrected, rolling my eyes, typing on the slides where my presentation should be, "I quit."

"Aren't you even going to put a smiley emoji in the message?"

"Why's that?"

Tom just looked up and down at me and gently removed my hands from the keyboard, making sure to put a ":D" at the end. "Aren't you happy now that you're not going to work and are going to spend more time with me?"

"I am."

"That's what the smiley emoji is for. To show that you're leaving that boring place and you're going to be happy with your boyfriend."

"I should never have taught you to use those emojis. Ugh."

@httpkaulitz jwss eu te amo eu to com Tanto sono sao tres da manha.isso ficou mais longo do que eu esperava mEudeus

[thedeviltohisangel]

I live for Bucky and Spook and I have kids on the brain after rewatching the scene with Buck and Bucky talking to British kids Billy and Sammy so hear me out: Spook offering to babysit for one of the Brit’s kids and one of the kids sees them flirting and asks if they’re gonna get married

All The Things I Did (Interlude): I Want To Give You The World

a/n: ok this interlude became very important to the story. hints at post-berlin (promise we will see pre-berlin soon) cass and john, cass/lemmons/local children fluff, meeting cass' older brother, and hot times on a blanket in a field. interlude requests always open//inbox and DMs ready to accept screams. see you all soon!

The tip of the pencil snapped under the force she was using to press it into the paper. It was the fourth one in the past half hour. She thinks she was going to lose her mind. That the walls were closing in around her like a personal prison cell. That is almost exactly what it was.

The doctors and the OSS had her grounded post-Berlin. They had offered her two choices. Extended stay at a flak house or operational pause and desk duty. Cass had thought she was making the right decision. The former had meant leaving base and leaving John. After she had just gotten him back. After they had only just spent the night together and discovered the bliss of waking up in each other’s arms. No. She couldn’t leave him after all that. But desk duty. Desk duty was causing her slow decline. And to add insult to injury, John had been tasked with a mission to North Africa anyways. 

She was trying to catch up on her reports and her targeting packages but it wasn’t enough. John wasn’t here to distract her. Colonel Harding would just flirt with her. Everybody else was locked in their own offices and working frantically. She was alone on her own boredom island. 

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Assuming some sunshine might do the trick, she found herself walking the runways. They were empty just like her heart. Her mustachioed pilot off in a far away land no doubt enjoying his time in the desert. Cass imagined he was still finding a way to cause trouble. Had asked him to look up her brother while he was there. She hoped Bobby at least ribbed him a little bit. 

“Lemmons, what have we got going on over here?” It looked like a plane engine and it looked like he had children holding wrenches and helping him work on it.

“Lieutenant Cooper!” The kids saluted her with a smile. She lifted her hand with a laugh in reply. 

“Just teaching these kids how to take apart an engine,” Lemmons answered. “Don’t get a lot of down time.” Cass hummed and reached towards the tool kit to pick a wrench of her own.

“Got room for one more?”

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“Miss Cass?” One of the little girls had been finding Lieutenant too hard to pronounce the past couple of days so she had given her permission to use her name.

“Yes, ma’am?” They were all sitting together around a bonfire that Lemmons had started. The kids were roasting whatever they could put on a stick and telling stories about all the fun them and the mechanics were getting up to.

“Can you tell the story about Prince Bucky and Princess Spook again?” Spending this time with them was a breath of fresh her. Reminded her of her nieces and nephews back home that she missed so dearly. 

“Where did we leave off?” A couple of the other kids gathered around at the murmur that the story was continuing. 

“Prince Bucky was using his flying unicorn to kill the evil dragon!”

“Oh please, Miss Cass, tell us if Princess Spook is okay.” She ignored the smirks of the men that were also present. Cass gave them a ‘can you blame me’ look. She missed her man and this was one of the ways she knew how to fill the void.

“Prince Bucky arrived at the castle just in time, the dragon about to breathe fire into the window where Princess Spook was asleep.” They gasped, fully committed to the story. “She woke up and looked out the window and saw Prince Bucky and his sword, ready to kill the dragon!” 

“I’m sure Bucky is very proficient with his sword,” one of the mechanics scoffed around his cigarette. Cass shot him a look that could kill him and he quieted instantly. 

“He raised it high,” she lifted her arms over her head, “and brought it down right through its scales before it could kill the Princess.” The children breathed a sigh of relief.

“Are they going to get their happily ever after, Lieutenant?” Lemmons asked with a grin. 

“What do you all think? Should the Prince and Princess be together forever?” They all nodded furiously, Cass laughing at the chocolate on their faces. 

“Miss Cass, they should get married and then Princess Spook can wear a really big dress.” 

“Then they’ll be King and Queen!”

“And King Bucky can slay a million more dragons!” Two of the boys turned towards each other with their sticks and began to use them as their own swords. The rest of the kids took their cues and took off into the darkening field to act out their own version of the fairytale.

“They’re good kids, Ken. It’s nice that you’ve taken them under your wing.” Cass bumped his shoulder playfully as he blushed around his sip of beer. 

“They are much more into Princess Spook than they are plane engines these days, Lieutenant.” 

“Cass, please. No ranks around the fire.” She poked at it gently. The distractions had been so welcome. This time spent away from John had only reaffirmed her feelings for him were true. That they were deep and meaningful and could last a long time. When she had gotten back from Berlin, he had told her he loved her. Had looked her in the eyes and held her steady and said the three words that Cass thinks carried the most meaning the world. And he had fucking meant them. 

She hadn’t said them back even though she felt it too. Never one to be held back by fear, she was in this instance. John could be taken from her at any moment and there was nothing she could do about it. In her line of work, lack of control got you killed. 

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Lemmons was teaching her how to properly oil the gears of the practice engine when the first plane was spotted on the horizon. Cass stood and watched them appear one by one through the lenses of her aviators and smiled before dropping her tools and running to the tower.

“Lieutenant Cooper.” Colonel Harding lowered his binoculars to give her a once over, clearly enjoying the sight of her in a jumpsuit rather than her usual uniform. She plucked the binoculars from his hand while he was distracted.

“My forearms are too tantalizing this afternoon, Colonel?” He smirked as she looked out the window, until she spotted John’s plan and smiled with glee. 

“Cassandra, I have dinner tomorrow night with my British counterpart. He’s known to talk with the prodding of scotch and a beautiful woman.” She hummed in thought as the plane carrying the man she loved got closer and closer.

“I’ll think about it.” It wasn’t the first time Harding had invited her as his date to a fancy dinner with their partners. It gave her a chance to elicit information of value from them as she played dumb and sipped a glass of water. John had muttered under his breath about it previously but after the most recent change in their relationship, she doesn’t think he would be so subtle about it anymore.

“Best not keep Major Egan waiting.” He took the binoculars from her hand and watched her go with a sad smile on his face. If only he was younger.

She thinks she exercised the most patience she ever had in her entire life as she wanted for his plane to land and taxi to its final resting place. Her entire body was vibrating as she waited and waited for the hatch to open and almost groaned that he would of course be the last one to exit. And then he dropped out of the plane and the clouds parted so the sun could shine on John Clarence Egan and she was off across the airfield like a cannonball. 

“C’mere my lovely, lovely angel.” He caught her as she jumped into his arms, her legs around his waist and arms around his neck in an instant. John went for a kiss but she stopped him with a finger to his lips.

“Any new scratches or bruises or wounds of any kind I need to know about?” She had already located one on the bridge of his nose and on his forehead. 

“You can do a more thorough check when you take a shower with me later, how about that?” he whispered. 

“Yeah, it does seem you need one.” John couldn’t wait to kiss her anymore. He groaned as she wasted no time slipping her tongue between his lips, gripping her tighter against his body. “I missed you. Thought about you every day,” she admitted. He let her legs drop onto the ground but her arms stayed exactly where they had been. 

“The men almost mutinied against me for talking about you too much.” She giggled and John kissed her again. “Though it did make me look a little desperate in front of your brother.” Cass looked at him with wide eyes.

“You saw Bobby? Were you able to give him the box?” John nodded. 

“You didn’t tell me he was that frightening.” He didn’t mention that his hand was shaking when he was giving him the box. The way the older man had looked at him like ham on a buffet table made him sweat. Gale had loved every minute of it.

“He’s just protective when it comes to boys in my life.” Especially after Sidney Landry.

“Gave me a stern speech about the kind of girl you are and how you deserve to be treated and that he knew what I looked like now so he could kill me if he needed to.”

“He’s doing okay? Seemed intact?” Cass hadn’t seen Bobby since he left for boot camp immediately after Pearl a few years ago. Remembers hugging him with tears that she may not see him again. That he was going somewhere far away where people hated him. He had told her he had to. That he needed to do something to protect his family. Told her he wouldn’t be surprised if she found a way to join him over there. She and her brother Kent followed not too soon after. God how she missed them both.

“Told me to tell you he misses you.” John had been honest with the man about his feelings for Cass. Didn’t know if he would ever get the chance to talk to her father and that Bobby would be the next best thing. Told him he loved her and wanted to be with her when this was all over. That Cass was it for him, he knew it as well as he knew how to fly. Bobby was hesitant at first but watched the way John looked when he spoke about her. Heard the men making jokes about the lovestruck Major. Bobby had even asked Major Cleven for his thoughts on the whole situation. Gale had raved about Cass and how good she was for John. That the two of them complemented each other like salt and pepper. 

When John asked for Bobby’s blessing to one day marry Cass, he had given it.

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That night, they were back where they could always be found. On a blanket in the field of wildflowers a few minutes drive from base. John’s hat and blazer were thrown somewhere in the distance and she was working on the knot of his tie as he hovered on top of her. 

“You aren’t allowed to leave me for that long ever again,” she breathed as she threw the offensive fabric over his head and John’s hands moved the hem of her dress around her waist.

“Yes, ma’am.” Cass used his moment of weakness to change the balance of power, hooking her leg around his waist and pushing against his shoulder until his back hit the blanket and she was straddling him. “I like the way you think.” She had only unbuttoned the first few on her dress, John sitting up in a daze at the sight of white lace, kissing her skin as she exposed it to him. Then, over the hill, was the sound of screeching children and it was only getting closer.

“John-”

“Miss Cass! Miss Cass!” She pushed John down as they came running towards her. Her fingers barely locked the last button into place before they were swarmed. 

“We didn’t see you today!”

“Sergeant Lemmons said Prince Bucky was back!”

“Is this him?” She went to move from her precarious position over John when his hands on her hips stopped her.

“Not yet,” he cautioned. No need to scar these children for life.

“Yes, this is…Prince Bucky.” She had told John, after he had coaxed her into the shower, about her time with Lemmons and the local kids. About the story of Prince Bucky and Princess Spook and the dragon. He had teased her about their happily ever after all afternoon. “He’s just been back from killing another dragon.” Her look begged him to play along.

“Indeed. A large…gray dragon.” The kids gasped. 

“Was he trying to hurt Princess Spook?”

“I would do anything to rescue my Princess.” Cass couldn’t help herself, pulling him in for a kiss by his collar. 

“Will you be getting married soon?”

“Oh, please, Miss Cass! You’d look so pretty in a princess dress.”

“Prince Bucky hasn’t asked, little ones.” For his part, John was looking at her like the first sight of land after being lost at sea. 

“Will you marry me, Princess Spook?” The kids cheered but Cass was frozen. She knew it wasn’t real, he was placating them and she loved him for it, but hearing the words come from his mouth felt so right. He meant them.

“Yes.” And she meant her answer too. 

[ktchie]

" Something Good "

Ted Lasso X Reader

Smut and Angst

☆ 5.6k words

◇ In which a surprisingly intimate one night stands makes Ted all googoo gaga.

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"I'll make you feel good, sweetheart" you dipped down to lay a peck on his cheeks as you settle on top of him. "I'll take care of you, do you want that?"

Ted groaned lowly before nodding his head, eyes closed and his hands tight on your hips. "Y-yes, yes please"

"So polite" you smiled softly as you look down on him, all messed up and panting beneath you.

"Can you open your eyes for me, honey?"

Ted, ever the obedient one, had opened his eyes. Brown and big and innocent that it made your heart clenched, you cradle his face in your palm before leaning down to kiss him as sweetly as you could. You tasted him like a lover would, soft and gentle and filled with unsaid desperation and longing.

Ted whimpered as you did so, the hands on your hips tightening. He chased your lips when you pulled away before he looked up to you with furrow brows and foggy eyes. "Why'd you pull away, darlin'?" He asked almost hurtfully.

"Just wanna look at you, s'all" you found Ted attractive, more than that to be honest - to the point your hands itch to draw him at every scattered canvas that lay on your office floor. You know Ted before you even saw him at the pub, the mustachioed american with a reputation as filthy as the ground. You could careless about that, not when he looks beautiful underneath you like a fallen angel, reduce to nothing but a desperate man whimpering to be release.

Blush spread on his cheeks as his pupil expanded greatly, he looked away from you briefly - shy. You chuckled before turning him to you with a grip on his chin.

"Do you want this?" You asked him as you leaned on his face, your eyes glancing briefly on his plump red lips and almost groaning with desperation to kiss him.

Ted doesn't look like a man who partake on one night stand, you heard before that he was married but the lack of ring on his fingers tells you that either his marriage isn't going well or you're slowly destroying a good family by kissing a married man.

"I want it" he replied with a nod of his head "please, I want it" he said breathlessly, chest panting beneath your palm.

You took a hold of his right hand before placing a kiss on the back it, you swore you heard his breath hitched for a second.

"Be honest, sweetheart. You're not using me, are you?"

Ted foggy eyes suddenly cleared up and you almost chuckled on how his eyes widen in pure concerned. "W-what? Of course not, I would never"

"I heard you're married" You stated before you fix a lock of fallen hair back on where it belong. "But I can't help but notice you're not wearing your ring, why is that?"

Ted blinked away before clearing his throat, squirming underneath you. "Well, this is certainly an odd bedroom talk"

You chuckled "it is isn't? But be honest with me yeah?" He looked up to you before nodding, even like this he looks so sweet.

"I-ive been divorced, for..a couple of years now" he answered with a furrowed brows, the same puppy eyes plastered on his face.

"I promise ya that. i-i ain't the type of man that would cheat on his wife. I would never do that, or-or use ya' I just wanna..y'know"

You bit your lip, the heaviness on your stomach gone like a wind. "What? You want to what? Speak properly" he swallowed a whine on your words as a another blush rose on his cheeks.

"God, you know what I mean" he grumbled pitifully, thumb tracing an expose skin on your hips. "Please just let me kiss you now, honey. please"

"Not until you tell me what you want" you kiss his cheeks before grabbing a handful of his messy hair and yanking his head back to taste his neck. "Be good and tell me"

"C-christ" he groaned with eyes tight "I-i wanna, wanna make..make love to ya" the tips of his ears burn with shame but some sick part of him basked on its humiliation and how you handle him with a gentleness that he didn't even get from his ex-wife.

You pulled away with a grin, suprpised by his use of words. "Make love to me? And here I thought you wanted to fuck me"

He honest to god whimpered on your words, his blush worsening."T-that too, I ain't too picky y'know? I just want ya"

You decided to ignore the fluttering in your stomach, your brain reminding you that this is a one night stand, a burning heat in a cold night that needs to be put down once the morning rise but the way your fingers dance on his skin and how your kiss drop so gently and softly like your soul had become one tells you otherwise.

"Well, you got me honey" you kiss his neck, nuzzling your nose deep before sucking a bruise on the side. " 'm right here" Ted groaned loudly on both your actions and words, his back arching and his toes curling.

There's a fire burning inside of his lungs that made every breath he took more harder and harder to the point he was panting and groaning even just your slight touch.

"So responsive, do I affect you that much?" You whispered to him before you fingers went to the edge of his sweater. "Mind if I take this off?"

You asked as you lightly pulled away, Ted stared at you for a second, hesitation clear on his gaze.

Ted, tho he might not show it, is a little insecure about his body. More so when Michelle had traded him for someone who is more fit and much more younger than him. He never had issues about his appearance before, he never cared for it, but surrounded by footballers whose muscle could be compare to the ones depicted on a  rennesance painting and when he had saw Michelle new lover, with his strong arms and fit  body, everything seems to crash down on him.

"Sweetheart" you smoothen the creased on his forehead. "We dont have to take it off if you don't want too" you said oh so softy that it made Ted's stomach flutter, made him want to bite his tongue in effort to control himself. You pulled your hand away from his clothes but he had grab it quickly, you met his eyes, still unsure, still sad.

"I-i want to, believe me, it's just..I ain't the most sexiest man" he chuckled bitterly "hell, far from it really. You might not like what you see, and i-" he gulped, looking at you so fucking earnestly and so softly that you drew a shaky breath. "I honestly don't want you to go"

You closed eyes, intertwining your fingers with his own before you bury your face on his shoulder, drowning yourself with his scent. You sat atop of him, embracing him far intimately for a mere one night stand, you look more like a lover under the glare of the moonlight, one that is destined to be by echothers embrace even before the beginning of time.

"Darling, you look beautiful to me even when you think you're not. You look perfect, I could kiss you for hours, hug you for hours, god I could stay with you..for..well, probably longer that I should and deemed appropriate considering we just met" you chuckled before you place a soft quick kiss on his shoulder. "I could worship your body forever if you would let me, it may not be the kind of body you want or hope to have but I do hope you now its more than enough for me"

Ted hug you tightly, the familiar burn of tears hot on his eyes. He held you like you would be gone in the morning and maybe you will, maybe once he wake up the only thing he would see is sunlight and the cold abandoned spot you left behind.

But some part of Ted, that familiar sick part of him that craves love like a beaten dog, hoped with desperate thought and yearning that he would see you at the very wake of sunrise. That you would be there to stay, to whisper sweet nothings to his ear and console him with gentle touch and promises to keep.

"Please" he had stated through blury eyes "take it off, please"

You kiss him before you gently, as if he was nothing but a fragile glass, pull it off of him. Throwing the navy blue sweater somewhere you could not be bothered to think of.

Ted looked away from your gaze as you stared him down, the redness of his cheeks goes further to his chest. He's beautiful, you had thought. Perfect, like a fine warrior of long ago, who's body as hard as a stone and yet soft as a grass. You leaned down to kiss his collarbone, then to a spot near his heart, you kiss him at every flesh you could reach, as if every kiss were meant to be feel deep on his soul. You worship him like a corrupted preacher would - with utmost gentlest and a longing of possessing, to have him for yourself until the whole world burn.

"Goodness,sweetheart" Ted groaned, putty in your kiss. "You're killin' me" he lifted up his hips in a pathetic attempt to relieve pleasure. "Please, honey? Please Wanna-fuck-want you now"

You chuckled at him, finding his pleading far too adorable to be ignored. You wanted to play with him more, but you can't find it in your heart to not give him what he wants.

So, you reach for his lips and kissed him - less gentle and more aggressive until he had sit up and held you close on his lap. You kissed him like it would be your last, as if you were a soldier off to a war - desperate to memorize his taste so you relieve it in a cold lonely night. Your teeth clashed, your lips wet and yet Ted welcomed it all with an eager groaned and harsh clenched of hands.

"You're makin' me loose my mind, sugar" Ted had stated as he pulled away, his face hidden from your neck. "Makin' me think of filthy things I wanna do to ya'"

You grin as your hands slithered its way on his soft hair before you yank it backwards to stare at his eyes.

"That right? And here I thought you're my good boy"

He groaned from the pleasuring pain on his scalp before he nod his head, mouth open as he pant. "I am i am, fuck- honey, please" he had begged for something he wasn't sure himself, all he wants is your touch and your mouth and everything you can give him and more.

"You sure do love to beg, who would know you're this desperate" you chuckled as your hand undo the belt on his khakis.

Ted had the audacity to blush as you tossed his trouser somewhere on the room. Your hot palm met his thighs, hairy they were and soft underneath your hand. He shivered as you caressed it, almost whining.

"You'll be good for me, won't you?"

"Yes" he nodded, panting. "Gonna be good for ya' sweetheart, so good"

You leaned down to kiss his clothed cock and Ted sighed with shaky breath. You kiss it more purposely this time and it had him jerking underneath your hands.

"S-sorry honey, just feels good" you reassured him with a kiss below his belly button before you took his boxers off slowly.

"Youre dripping, darling" his cock lay heavy on his stomach, thick he was with red tip that wheep with precum. You lay a gentle peck on his tummy before you started to lick downwards, breathing on his clean scent and nipping at his skin.

"Oh-!" Ted had jumped lightly as you took him on your mouth, he was heavy and thick that it made your jaw ache a little. You sucked him tight, your tounge swirling on every skin you could reach.

Ted groaned loudly, eyes clenched tight as his chest heave up and down. He then turned to look at you with dark half lided eyes before a slow grin slithered its way on his mouth. "You take me so well, sweetie. Look at ya'"

You hummed around his cock before closing your eyes, letting yourself get used on the weight and the taste of him.

"Fuck, love it don't ya?" He had asked before a hand came down on the back of your head, fingers slithering its way on your hair.

"Cant get enough of my cock- shit, honey- don't worry, it's yours yeah? All fuckin' yours"

You moaned, eyes rolling on the back of your hand as you can feel yourself drip from your panties. Grinding your soaked pussy on his bare thigh to relieve pressure, nails digging on his skin as he whimpered from the feel of your warm cunt.

"Mhmm, sweetheart- shit!" His hips accidentally slammed forcely into the back of your throat as you touched his balls causing you to gag lightly and for tears to burn in your eyes.

He opened his eyes with a soft apology before yanking your mouth away from his cock with a loud 'pop', your saliva dripping down as you did so before Ted whipped it with his thumb with a gentle stare.

"Ya look beautiful, honey. So messy and ruin, all for me ain't that right, sweet pea?" He cooed before he slowly pulled you upwards before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, wet lips molding with one another. He swallowed every breath you have, tasting everything you can offer like he has been hungry for you the minute he had been brought to life.

You pulled away to kiss his neck, nuzzling your nose on the bottom of his jaw before sucking bruised on his throat causing him to shudder and moan. "This okay, darling? Getting marked up?"

Ted nodded his head with a whimpered that made your hands clenched on his forearm.

He was so vocal, so responsive it made you crazy. Made you want to spend the rest of eternity buried on his arms and the pleasure of his tounge.

He groaned lowly as you rolled your hips on his hard cock, gripping your sides tightly. "Stop teasin'" he mumbled before capturing your lips once again, his fingertips reaching for your own shirt.

He pulled away with a string of saliva. "Can ya take this off f'me, sugar?" He planted a soft peck on your cheeks "please?"

His begging made you moan and soon enough you were tossing your discarded shirt on the floor, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples. "Look at this, so fuckin' pretty. All for me, right honey?" With a heated glance of his brown eyes he took them on his mouth, his thumb digging on the flesh on your ribs as he pulled your torso closer to his mouth, sucking your nipples with a vigor of a starving man.

You groaned loudly, fingers intertwining on his soft locks as you tugged it with a cursed.

Ted only moaned, eyes closed and drool dripping down his mouth.

"Shit. Could have you like this all day" his rough hands roam all over your body, plump red lips glistening with spit as he pinch your wet nipples, tugging it before licking. "Pretty titts, sweet just like ya, Swear 'could bury my face between 'em and die a happy fella"

His words made you chuckled before you let out a gasped as his thumb went to your soaked panties peeking from your skirt.  "Look at ya'.." he mumbled rasply, thumb circling so slowly on your harden clit.

"Pretty girl makin' such a filthy mess, looks like I gotta clean it up yeah? How about it, sugar? Want my mouth on your pretty litte cunt?"

You nodded your head pathetically"Y-yes, please fuck"

Ted, with a strength you didnt know he possessed, yank you from his lap and towards his face. You gasp, startled on his harsh movement before you find yourself hovering over his awaiting mouth.

"Get comfy, sweet thing. Wanna taste ya'" your panties was quickly removed by his eager hands. "Come on, sugar. Its cruel to keep a man waitin' like this"

"I've never done it" you had said hesitantly before Ted looked at you with a soft gentle smile, hands caressing your bare thigh

"That so? Then do ya want too?" He asked softly, almost like a whisper. "Its alright if you don't wanna"

You licked your lips as you stared at him. Ted laying beneath you with red lips and messy hair, whose eyes glimmer with unsaid adoration and lust, he looks at you like a lover would and the thought both concerned and excite you.  His hands continued to caressed your thigh, rough calluses tickling as his lips drew a subtle smile.

You nod then, wanting to try, Ted would be the perfect man to be with anyway. Soft gentle Ted who speaks so filthy and yet smile so sweetly. He would be the death of you, you think.

"Yeah? But I need words, sweetheart" he then stated with a cheeky grin. "Cant eat this pretty pussy if you don't say so, honey"

"You're being cruel" you said with a smile as your hand softly caressed his hair. "Acting like you're not dying for it, making me wait"

Ted licked his lips "oh I'm dying for it alright, just needed to hear ya' 's'all" he squished your thighs lightly, big hands, rough and hard almost enveloping your thigh. It made your pussy throb. "Can ya do that for me? Ask nicely?"

You stared at him for a second, your thumb caressing his bottom lip. Your eyes darken as he opened his mouth to let your thumb sit on the pad of his tongue before he gave it a harsh suck, one that made you shudder.

"Please.." you mumbled through heavy breath. "Please, darling. Want to sit on your face"

He grinned with his finger on your mouth, sharp and almost smugly. "Since my sweetheart ask so nicely"

Then as fast you can blink his mouth was on you. Hot and wet, completely devouring you like he had been deprived of any good thing. You're a moaning mess above him, back arching and thighs shaking from his hold.

His tounge slurped at your cunt, loud and filthy. Its sounds echoing on the apartment, Ted groaned as you gripped his hair as his lips envelop your harden clit before he sucked it harshly.

"Fuck!" You cried out, pulling his hair and bucking your hips on his face. His nose rubbing your clit as his tounge prode on your hole, drinking anything you can offer and more. "Shit, Ted. G-god, so good"

You moaned pathetically before squealing as his teeth lightly bit your clit, your thighs closing on his face and your hand gripping his locks.

Ted groaned before opening his eyes and meeting yours. Half lided and dark, completely drunk on your taste. There's a liquid fire building on your guts, one that made your toes curl and nape sweat.

A harsh suck made you jolted, Ted hold you up to keep you upright. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he push you hard on his face, his tounge up on your dripping pussy, your wetness and his spit soaking his chin.

You were moaning uncomfortably at this point, sweat rolling on your back as you struggle to give in whether you should pull away or give up. Let him control you at every moment, braised on his arms as he get lost on your soaking cunt.

"Ya taste so sweet, darlin'" he said underneath you "like melted sugar, could eat ya up all day and never get tired" he then proceed to lick a stripe of your pussy, hard and slow before he sucks any wetness that drips out of your cunt with a loud groaned.

"Fuck, sugar.." he groaned out, nails digging on the flesh of your ass. "Need'a to make ya cum, can ya cum f'me sweetheart? Huh? Can ya?" He had moaned pathetically as your pussy gush, weeping from his words.

"Come on, honey.." he groaned before diving in again, this time eating you much more passionately, relentless on your weeping cunt.

Next thing you know you were moaning loudly, mouth open and panting as your cum heavily on his mouth. You could feel your wetness drip and every nerve in your body felt alight, almost burning, and Ted hold you through it all. He was groaning all the same, eyes stuck on you, watching as you fall apart on his hold, melt like liquid on his tounge - sweet as an ambrosia and addictive like any drug.

He didn't let go of you even when you were squirming from above, determine to get every last drop of your cum until he could taste you even in the morning. He only let go when he was finally satisfied, lips glistening with spit and cum and eyes as dark as the night that hangs on the window.

"Shit, Ted.." you breathed heavily as you settle down on his chest, his hands moving up and down on your side.

"All good? Didnt hurt ya, did i?"

"Fuck no" you laugh lightly, still panting, still sensitive. "You did great, fucking perfect even"

"Yeah?" He lick his lips "must be, could still feel your pretty pussy throbbing"

You blushed madly, almost not wanting to meet his heated gaze.

"Gonna let me fill you up now, sweetheart?" Ted ask so casually, so simply as if he was only asking for a weather.

You breathed out a shaky breath as his hand came up on the back of your head, slowly pushing you towards his wet lips before he gave you a short but passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tounge and it somehow made your guts twist and toes curl.

"I'll take care of you, sweet thing" he whispered on your lips."Gonna make you feel full and happy, do you want that?"

You grip his forearm before nodding "Yes" you replied, hurriedly hovering over his hard cock, thick and weeping from arousal.

Ted gripped your waist tightly "Gonna have to slow down, sugar. Don't want to hurt ya" he said so gently as he speared you from the inside, cock so big youre afraid he was tearing you apart.

"S-shit!" You cried out, nails digging his arm.

"Shhhh, I know sweet thing, I know" he cooed, thumb caressing your waist. "You're doin' so good, honey. So good, takin' me so well yeah? Half way there...fu-fuck"

You panted as you slowly sat on his cock, feeling so full it made you almost delirious. Eyes rolled back as he tears you apart, filling you up so perfectly.

"Mhm,There we go" his voice was rough, heavy and deep. A single hair dangled on his forehead "Grippin' me so tight, baby. Ya love it don't you? Love my cock up inside your tiny cunt"

You whimpered on his words before you started to move, riding him slowly until the burn started to fade.

"Ju-just like that, honey. Fuckkk doing so well f'me" he mumbled as he watch you moved, mouth open and sweat dripping. "Pretty cunt milkin' me tightly, must have want my cum hm? Wanna get stuff full of me, honey?"

you moaned out as you stared to go faster "so fu-full.." his cock stretch you out so deep you can feel it in your stomach, you look down on where you two disappeared before groaning loudly. His pelvis was wet from your slick, glistening on the light of the moon and there's a bump on your tummy at every thrust of his cock.

"Like it sweetheart?" He asked before his hands plant itself on your stomach, you shudder as he pressed hardly. "Filling ya up so good ya can feel me in your tummy" he had then start thrusting harder, the tip of his cock hitting the bundle of nerves hidden deep inside your pulsating cunt. "Cock so big im all up in your guts, look at ya'"

He grabbed your arm and hold it before he drives his cock into you with a force that makes your eyes rolled back and your spine to arch. Your pussy drips and gush at every thrust, the wet sounds on the room almost defeaning as he bully you with his dick.

"T-ted mhmm" you panted, drool dripping from your mouth as your tounge almost rolled out. "S-so good, fuc-fuck" his thick cock makes your head fuzzy, makes your body all tingly.

Ted groaned "im tearing you apart, sweetheart. look at it" his thumb circle your clit and you had to forced yourself to not scream out.

"Pussy made just for me, yeah?" He groaned "my pretty girl, being so good for me..so fuckin' perfect"

You cried out as you can feel the coil on your stomach snapped and next thing you know you were cumming on his cock, your thighs shaking as he pulled you towards his body and holds you close as he hamered into you, not stopping.

"S-shit, sweetheart just like that, yeah..cum on my cock, come on honey. Make a mess all over me" he had said almost dazely, eyes dark and drunk.

"Be a good girl and cum f'me alright? Wanna feel your pretty pussy gush on my cock, come on honey you can do it.."

You nodded your head with clenched jaw, your toes curling, your pussy soaking wet - dripping on him as you came. You moaned so loudly Ted had to quickly reached out to cover your mouth and even then you couldn't stop, your hips moving erratically as his cock slip inside you in a pace that had your eyes rolling.

"Good girl" he mumbled as he held you close on his sweaty chest, warm lips on your ear. "Bein' such a good girl, f'me"

He was using you like a Toy, like you were nothing but a hole for him to use and fill, and yet he caressed you and held you so tenderly. Kiss your tears away like he was so sorry, hug you so tightly he could almost be your lover.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart-" he groaned "gonna cum just f'you, all for you"

You buried your face on his neck as he breathed heavily, his thurst turning sloppy and his grip much more tighter than before.

"Sweetheart, oh sweetheart.." he whimpered as he threw his head back.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum-"He then stopped, pulling out of you quickly before shooting his load on the back of your ass. Hot it was and thick.

"Shiiiittt" he whined as he kept going, nails digging on the flesh of your waist as he stroke himself up and down.

Your pussy clenched into nothing as he pulled away, whimpering so pathetically as you lay atop of him.

Ted breathed heavily underneath you before you felt a kiss on the side of your head. Brief it was and yet so so intimate.

It made you wonder if it was the post-orgasm emotions or the alcohol in your stomach that made your heart strangely skips a beat when he did that.

"Will it be okay if I moved you off of me, sweetie? As much as I enjoy ya laying so close to me, I want to clean you up. Nothing better than goin' in bed nice and clean yeah?"

You groaned at him, pushing your face on the crook of his neck to hide your blush.

"Come on, honey" he chuckled as he watched you moved away from him as if it physically pain you, you lay flat on your stomach as you watch him stood up, going to his bathroom before he stole a glance at you with a smile so gentle it made you bite your lip.

You were right, Ted Lasso is not a man who partakes on one night stand. Not because he doesn't like it, but because he gets attached too easily.

Ted is as kind as he was lonely, begging for an ounce of affection with open palm and bleeding heart and awaiting for lips who could kiss him with a gentleness he crave and only seen on T.V

You're not sure if you were the right person for that, your baggage is far to heavy, head far too messy. You dont want to drown him with your thousands sorrows and repeated problems, Ted deserve someone who can make him feel as free as he would like and as loved as he would love. Not you, as unfortunately as it was, it couldn't be you.

You watch him come back to you with his boxers on, bright eyes and cheeks sunken with dimple. A wash cloth on his hands as he wiped off every filth he sees, down to your sweat and to his spent.

He cleaned you with gentle hands, sweet words muffled by your growing sadness.

You let him turn you around, wiping you as best as he can, caressing the little marks he left on your skin with a soft uttered apology and it took you everything you can to not say he shouldn't have to be, that you like it.

"Its best if I go back" you suddenly said, your hand stopping him from cleaning you off.

Ted looked up to you with doe eyes, brows furrowed in that sad sad look that made you guilty and decay your insides. "What? Why? Is something wrong?"

You stayed as emotionless as possible "its the normal thing to do after a one night stand, no?"

You swore you could hear his heart shattered like a fallen glass. His eyes,if it can, had turned even more sadder. "Oh..oh okay, yeah. Sure"

He nodded his head, in daze before he stood up. "I'll give you time to fix yourself, wear some clothes, ill be outside yeah? Just holler if ya need me" he gave a forced smile, one that didnt reach his eyes before he closes his bedroom door.

You dressed yourself quickly, ignoring the pain in your heart and the guilt you know you will have.

"All good?" Ted ask as he stood up from the couch on the sight of you.

"Yeah" you stood awkwardly infront of him, the ache on your skin reminds you of his kisses and touch, something you will never experience again. "I uh, had fun"

Ted nodded, eyes still looking at you with sadness. "Yeah me too..we should uh, do it again sometimes- if you want too that is, don't wanna force ya y'know? But I'm here if you want me and-" he took a deep breath, a blush rushing on his cheeks.

"..I really would like too see you again." He said softly "and not just for sex! I-well, I think I would like it just as much if we just sat down and have a dinner y'know? I could cook for ya, I happen to be a great cook as I've been told so.."

He lick his lips nervously, standing so stifly in the middle of his cold living room.

You stared at him, stomach twisting in your guts. You dont think you deserve him. Sweet he was, a man that you would have wanted and deserve back when you were still young and not burden with the problems of the past. You dont want to ruin him, don't want to taint him with your filth. You can't put Ted infront of your parents knowing damn well you would leave him someday, left crumbling and half of a man he was.

Your parents know how much of a failure you are, how everything you touch decay into ashes and dust. They keep telling you that, ever since you were a kid, so young and so bright with paints on your fingertips and bruises on your knees - "everything you do will never be enough" they had said "an uncurable deceased that ruins every good thing" they referred to you. And they were right, no matter what you do, no matter how much you try and strive and yell, everything just seems to fall apart, as if you were destined to be just that - a woman who is created just to crumble. And you rather die than bring Ted in to your life.

"Thank you for the offer, but I rather not" you gave a forced smile as you watch his face fall.

"I'll take my leave now, early morning tomorrow. Have a good night, Ted"

Ted nodded silently, not saying anything. His face sunken with unsaid sadness and dissapoinment and some part of you was glad that you decided to caught him off because you know cant handle seeing that face more than once.

He accompany you to the door, holding it for you open with a tight smile and a nod then he handed you a pink box, you wonder how you didnt notice it before.

"Here, view it as a parting gift" he pulled your hand open and place it on your palm, lingering a little too long before he patted it close. "Be careful out there"

You nod at him, mumbling a soft thank you before you took your leave.

You could feel Ted watching you from his doorway as you left, the pathway feels more lonely then, more sadder than before and not long after the bang of his closed doors echoes on the silence of the night, as if mocking you of what you have lost.

[mimisempai]

Better than anyone else

Summary

Returning to the bookshop after fiercely defending Crowley, Aziraphale doesn't expect such a passionate welcome.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #9: A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths

On Ao3

Rating T -  642 words

"But Mr. Fell, you could do so much better."

"Oh, yes? Like who?"

Mr. Brown stood in front of him and answered directly, "Well, me, since you seem to like men with red hair."

Seeing the bookseller continue to advance without so much as a glance at him, Mr. Brown caught up with him and grabbed Aziraphale's arm, forcing him to stop before adding, "Mr. Fell, you deserve so much better than this... than this punk!"

Annoyance turned to anger as the angel replied, hammering his finger on the annoying Mr. Brown's chest, "This punk, as you call him, has saved my life more times than you can count. He's the only person I trust who really knows me. He doesn't love an idea he has of me, but who I really am. I'm not better than him, and one thing's for sure: he's a million times better than you.

The angel was so angry with the red-haired, mustachioed man that he almost spat out the last words as he continued, "Don't even think of talking to me if it doesn't concern the shopkeepers' association!"

As he left the flabbergasted man behind and opened the bookshop door, Aziraphale sighed, releasing some of the tension, though still angry on Crowley's behalf.

How could that idiot dare?

He shut the door behind him and turned the small "Closed" sign outward.

No sooner had he taken a few steps than he found himself pressed against one of the bookshop columns, Crowley's lips covering his own. 

Aziraphale, though surprised by the welcome, didn't take long to actively participate in the kiss, instinctively wrapping his arms around the demon's waist. Then he parted his lips and allowed Crowley's tongue to enter his mouth in an electrifying, frenzied motion. Soon, the angel forgot everything that wasn't Crowley as the kiss lasted almost indefinitely, as each time the demon sensed the angel's attempt to pull away, he held him close and continued the kiss, to the point where they almost forgot to breathe.

Aziraphale didn't even know how much time had passed since Crowley had started kissing her, and it wasn't until they both felt they couldn't go on without breathing that Crowley slowly pulled away, just enough for them to catch their breath.

They were now forehead to forehead, out of breath, and Aziraphale swallowed several times before he could speak, "Wow... Crowley... not that I didn't love every second of it, but is there any particular reason for such a greeting? "

Crowley replied, panting, "I...heard you talking to that idiot...and even...while it's not the first time I've heard you defend me, it's the first time I've seen you do it with such fierceness."

Aziraphale replied softly, "I will always defend you, Crowley.... I meant every word."

Crowley didn't reply and pressed his lips to Aziraphale's once more in a kiss that, though filled with the same passion, was soft and slow, with none of the urgency of the previous one.

A little later, when they parted again to catch their breath, Crowley's hand slid down the Angel's arm and, intertwining their fingers, he said to Aziraphale as he pulled him toward the door, "Come with me, Angel."

"Where?"

"To Paris, to eat crepes, because this moment deserves to be celebrated in a special way."

The angel's eyes lit up as he replied, following the demon, "See, that's what I said, for that alone you're a million times better than anyone else."

Crowley replied with a pout, "Just because of the crepes?"

Aziraphale shook his head, planted a kiss on the demon's cheek, and replied, "No, just because you're you."

Crowley didn't have to do anything special to be a million times better than anyone else to Aziraphale.

He just had to be.

Crowley, the demon who has loved him since the dawn of time.

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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Roronoa Zoro x Child Reader : The Sword's Thief

Hello everyone ! I finished translating another One Shot I wrote on Wattpad. It's still in third POV, I might change after finishing all the translation of the "old OS".

Synopsis : Y/n a little child thought it was a good idea to steal one of Zoro's sword to beat up her island's tyran.

Content : NO ROMANCE, Y/n is 8 years old, Y/n is used by a pirate just like Nami was with Aarlong (nothing detailed), the villain is a cartoon's villain, Zoro need a GPS, Zoro centered.

Words : 2.6k

The Sword's Thief

Cries echoed through the bustling streets of an ordinary town as a young girl sprinted, her legs pumping, clutching a paper bag tightly in her small arms. This was none other than little Y/n, known by all as the pint-sized thief of the Wicked Mustachio's pirate’s crew. He had complete control over the town, extorting merchants, menacing the villagers, coercing the homeless into service, and even resorting to violence against men who didn't let their wives entertain the captain...

In short, he was a tyrant.

Little Y/n was aware of this. Despite her tender age, she had attempted to escape by sea, but each time, she never got far. Today was her eighth birthday, or at least the day she had chosen to celebrate it. Being an orphan, she had little information about her family and had been forced to join this abominable man just to survive.

However, his reign would come to an end today, on the child's eighth birthday. This time, she was determined to end it. What was the use of escaping to the sea if she were to die afterward? No, Y/n would become free again, she would learn to sail, and more than that, she would travel the world!

With such determination, her pursuers were quickly shaken off as she sat against a wall in a dark alley. She opened the paper bag she held tightly in her hands and pulled out an apple. Her stomach rumbled at the sight of the shiny fruit, despite the darkness. In a matter of minutes, she devoured the fruit and congratulated herself on choosing to steal something good this time. It wouldn't have been the first time the girl with (e/c) eyes stole a half-rotten or even spoiled fruit.

She ate the other apple in the bag while watching a group of young adults outside a restaurant. They were surprisingly loud for such a simple task as eating, especially the one dressed in red with a straw hat on his head. It was precisely this hat that got the girl thinking. She had seen this young man somewhere before...

It was when she saw the man with green hair and an unhappy expression that she remembered. He was from the famous Straw Hat Pirate crew. As far as she knew, they were very strong pirates who had already defeated a Shichibukai!

She found herself admiring and envying them. There was no doubt that if she had even a quarter of their strength, she could give that mustachioed man a good beating! While watching the pirates eat, an idea came to her. The man with green hair, Zoro the pirate hunter, was known to be very strong. However, he hadn't eaten a Devil Fruit, so how could he be so powerful without any powers? That's when Y/n concluded that his swords were not simple blades; they must surely contain incredible power!

"If I could have at least one, I could show that fatso!" thought the little girl.

Careful not to get caught, Y/n slipped through the crowd until she reached the Mugiwara crew's table. She paid no attention to the faces enjoying their meal, too absorbed in her effort to remain discreet. She examined the three swords rested on a wall near the pirate’s chair. She finally decided which one to take, having a preference for the white one. She gently lifted it, making no noise, and began to move away. She sighed in relief after a few steps, thinking she was far enough when she heard a voice.

"Zoro, someone's stealing your sword," announced the captain, chewing on his meat.

"What?!?" he replied, turning to his swords.

"Oops!" thought the little girl as she started running.

"Hey! Come back, you little brat! Give me back the Wado Ichimonji!" ordered the pirate hunter, chasing after her.

"I'm taking your share, Zoro!" shouted the straw hat as he dug into his plate.

The girl with (h/c) hair hurried through several alleyways, relying on her knowledge of the city to lose the pirate. It didn't take long, and after about three alleys, she was all alone.

"For a famous pirate, he's stupid. He can't even keep up with me," thought Y/n a little bit surprised.

She didn't think much of it and decided to put her plan into action. She was going to end Mustr the Wicked Mustachio's reign! She walked calmly and decisively toward the pirate's hideout. After a few minutes, she arrived at a large square place where tents were set up. She knew that the one in the back, the largest, belonged to the captain. As she was about to enter the place, pirates blocked her way.

"What are you doing here, kid?" asked a brunette man.

"You don't have the right to be here," replied his purple-hatted accomplice.

"I work for Mustr!" she retorted.

"Yeah, right! And I'm Whitebeard!" scoffed the first man.

"I'm Y/n! Mustr asked me to steal from people and give him money!"

"Huh? You’re starting to get on my nerves, kid. Do you want me to put two little holes in your pretty skull?" threatened one of the pirates.

"Wait, her name sounds familiar, and look at this sword. She could never use it to harm us. We have revolvers; she's not inoffensive. Let her in," conceded the man with the hat.

"As you wish, but if something happens, it's on you..."

The little girl entered the square and walked proudly to the large tent, despite the mocking glances from the pirates. She stood in front of a small man who was a few inches taller than her and stared at him with determination. The man got up from his couch and stroked his red mustache with an arrogant smile.

"Hello, my little Y/n, I see you've brought me a sword. Is that all you have? Because it's clearly not enough for what you cost me in food."

"I'm not here for that. I'm going to kill you, Mustr!"

"You? A mere eight-year-old, an orphan no less?"

"Exactly! And you'll beg me to spare you, even your horrible mustache will beg me!"

"What? What did you say about my mustache? Horrible mustache? You insolent little brat!" he exclaimed as his mustache grew and coiled around Y/n.

"I can't move! I need to draw the sword and cut this thing!" she thought, trying to unsheathe the sword from its scabbard.

"Listen well, you insolent child. I am Mustr the Wicked Mustachio! I control this island, and a kid like you won't stand up to me! You wanted to kill me with this sword? What a shame; it's mine now," laughed the mini pirate as he snatched the sword from the girl's hands.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, it's over," mocked one of his henchmen.

"Any last words?" the redhead asked, drawing the sword.

Y/n closed her eyes wishing once again that she was stronger. Even if she died right there, she would curse him to death !

"Hey. You there, the furry one, didn't anyone tell you to not touch people's stuff?" asked a male voice.

"Hmm? Oh, I see. You're the one who owned this sword that this kid stole."

"I want you to give it back to me."

"Sorry, but you see, this kid belongs to me, so everything she has is actually mine. So now, get lost," Mustr replied.

"I won't repeat myself. Give me back this sword, and I promise not to slice you up too much," threatened the green-haired man.

"You're going to slice me? Show me how you’d do that!" mocked the small sized pirate. "Guys, get him!"

"Captain!"

"What?!" he snapped sharply.

"He's already wiped out all our men!" replied the henchman badly beaten up.

"It's impossible!"

"Ittoryu: Shishi Sonson!"

In a matter of seconds, Mustr was cut down while Y/n was released from the pirate's grip. She fell to the ground, coughing, before taking a deep breath. She held her throat, wincing, and watched as the former pirate hunter reclaimed his white sword. The little girl suppressed a tremor when she realized the green-haired man was approaching her with a menacing look.

"You! What were you planning to do with my sword, huh?" he demanded.

"I-I wanted to beat him!" she replied while clenching her small fists with anticipation.

"What? A kid like you with my sword? Let me laugh; you wouldn't even be able to unsheathe it!"

"..."

"Tsss, what an annoying kid. Now I don't know where the others are."

"Um... Mister...?"

“What?!”

“I, um... Thank you for helping me.”

“Huh? I just wanted to get the Wado Ichimonji back.”

“I see…”

“Hey, take me back to my captain. After all, it's the least you can do after all of this, right?”

“Hmm,” Y/n agreed.

And so, the little girl, accompanied by Zoro, set off to reunite with the Straw Hat crew. What should have taken only a few minutes turned into several hours due to the famous swordsman's sense of direction. Fortunately for Y/n, they finally arrived at the port where the Thousand Sunny was anchored. The two boarded the ship when suddenly Zoro teased her.

"Well, you really don't know your city."

"You were the one who got lost!" replied the little girl, momentarily forgetting her fear of him.

"Oi, Zoro! Did you get your sword back?" asked the straw-hatted captain, approaching.

"Yeah, in the blink of an eye," smiled the swordsman.

"Oh, you're the little thief!" the captain noted, extending his neck to be at Y/n's height.

"Aaaaaaaah!" she exclaimed, seeing the abnormal length of the young man's neck.

"What's going on?!" asked a orange-haired woman who emerged from the ship's cabin.

"I don't know; she screamed out of nowhere." replied the one with an abnormal long neck.

"You idiot, you scared her," Zoro retorted.

"Oh, how cute," the young woman admitted.

"H-His neck, it-" stuttered the little girl.

"I'm a rubber man, so it's normal! Nami ! Zoro's here, we can go!" exclaimed the captain.

"Tha-That’s not normal!" pointed the child, hiding behind the swordsman.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he replied watching the kid holding onto his legs.

"He's weird."

"I know, no need to stick yourself to me."

"I wasn't sticking to you!" retorted Y/n.

"Oh, really? Then what were you doing, you scaredy-cat?" smiled Zoro.

"I'm not a scaredy-cat! I was just being careful not to step on you, you know, with the grass!"

"Wha-What did you say, you brat? You want me to slice you like that furry gu-"

"Isn't it over yet?!" Nami exclaimed a bit mad.

"Honestly, bickering with a child, you really are a brainless cactus," added a blond man.

"What, you too? Are you picking a fight with me?"

As the two pirates began to argue, Luffy and Nami approached Y/n. At first, she was wary of them, until the captain made funny faces that could rival even the most experienced clowns. She recounted what had happened, from Mustr's control of the island to today. Nami couldn't help but see a bit of herself in the girl, and she decided to take the little girl wherever she wanted. Of course, Luffy didn't see any problem with it since it was one of his crewmate's wishes.

"Really?! Hum, then the next island!" Y/n asked.

"Are you sure?" asked worriedly Nami.

"Yes, I'm going to go around the world when I’ll be a grownup!"

"We're seriously taking the kid with us?" Zoro complained.

"Does that bother you, Zoro?" Nami threatened.

"Yeah, but I'll get used to it," he replied, sensing the redhead's stern gaze.

A few minutes later, the ship named Thousand Sunny raised its sails for the next island. Throughout the journey, the little girl got to know the Straw Hat crew and found them very amusing, especially the captain!

Her stay was mainly spent with Chopper, whom Y/n liked to call "Fluffy", but also with Zoro. Strangely, she followed him almost everywhere. When he trained with his dumbbells, she did the same, or at least tried to.

"284...285...286...” counted the green-haired man.

“Gnnn... Gnnnngh!”

“What are you doing here, kid?”

“Don’t call me kid! I have a name! It's Y/n!”

“That doesn't answer my question…Kid.”

“Now you’re doing it on purpose! But I'm training,” answered Y/n while trying to calm her anger down.

“Training for what? You won't be able to lift this; it's way too heavy for a kid like you.”

“Of course, I'll be able to! Just sit down and watch me!” countered the child. “Gnnngh!”

“Don't force it. You realize that you can’t lift it, you're clearly an idiot!" he replied, taking the dumbbell from the child's hands.

"Give it back!"

"Why do you want to train so badly?"

"I want to be as strong as a boy so I can protect people from bad people!" she replied with determination.

"So, you want to become a Marine soldier?" summed up Zoro with an arch brow.

"No! I want to become someone people can rely on when they have problems! If there had been someone on my island, nobody would have suffered so much."

"Okay so you want to become a hero. What a good joke! Heroes share everything, even the advantages," he laughed at the child.

"Like what?"

"Let's say I'm a hero, if I had sake as a reward. I'd have to share it with everyone, but I'd rather keep it for myself. You got it now? You still want to be a hero now?"

"But I don't like sake, so it doesn't matter," Y/n innocently replied with a grimace.

"You didn't get it at all! Are you stupid or what?!"

"I-It's you who explained it badly!" blushed the child sensing that she was made fun of.

"What are you implying that I wouldn’t be a good teacher?!"

"Exactly!"

And they bickered constantly. However, Zoro let her be with him; the 'kid' didn't annoy him that much, and she reminded him a bit of Kuina, wanting to be as strong as a man. After a few days, he even prepared some weights for her to lift since his dumbbells were too heavy for the child. Why did he do that? He had noticed Y/n's longing gaze toward his swords. He deduced that she would like to fight with them someday. For that, she needed to build her strength first, so she could carry them without any problems. That's how Zoro became her 'teacher.'

Two weeks on the open sea, and the Straw Hats finally arrived at the new island. They made some quick purchases to survive until the next island and bid farewell to the girl as the ship sailed away from the port.

"Take care of yourself," advised Nami with a maternal instinct.

"Yes!"

"We'll see each other later Y/n!" the Straw Hat captain greeted with a smile.

"Yes, and I'll show you everything I've seen!" she declared determinedly.

"Hmm. You better keep training; otherwise, you won't even be able to lift a toothpick with those arms," Zoro announced.

"I'll show you my progress, and you'll be so surprised that you'll ask me to train you!" Y/n exclaimed.

"Oh yeah? Well, you better start training quickly. You still have a lot to see before you can scratch me!" Zoro grinned arrogantly.

"Goodbye, Mr. Cactus!" the child greeted, holding back her tears.

"Don't call me that, you little brat!" Zoro yelled, irritated.

As night fell, the swordsman couldn't sleep. He left the dormitory and sat against the Sunny's railing, gazing at the moon. "A twig like you, surpass me? Ha! I'm curious to see that!" he smiled.

[mauvehound]

"MAUVIER!"

Marni's demanding voice pierces through the ballroom and she stops in front of the poor man with her hands on her hips. A dangerous smile is on her lips; a sure sign of disaster on the horizon coming from a chronic troublemaker.

"I need you to lift me up. You see the big guy over there, Mauvier?" She points extremely openly to a rather tall mustachioed man. "I need to write something on his head in exchange for tricking Griss into eating a sweet bun."

Augh, but this is Mauvier they're talking about, famous stick in the mud! He hardly ever does what she wants! What to do, what to do...

She does have one thing at her disposal, however.

"If you do, I'll give you AND Lady Veyle my brooch or whatever!"

(no pressure to reply if you're too busy for the ball, just wanted this sent for posterity haha)

"..."

Originally, Mauvier had no intention of participating in the ball in any formal capacity. These types of occasions are simply not for him - he is not one for balls and celebrations, he does not feel comfortable in a large group, and others are likely to not feel great near him either, causing him to simply kill the mood. For those reasons and more, he keeps to himself and lets others have their fun.

But, having finished all of his duties, he found himself with nothing else to do, and so he thought to simply... peek in and see how everything is going, see if anyone needs help, make sure Lady Veyle, Divine One and others are well. Get in, get out and move on, right?

And yet, mere minutes after he found a corner to stand and observe the fun, he is being dragged into a Situation by none other than Marni.

"You need to do what now?..."

Normally, Mauvier would excuse himself from these sorts of shenanigans, and he can see that Marni expects him to try. The promise of a brooch for himself means little to him, though for Lady Veyle... he could do a favor.

But above all else, after the everything that they had gone through, he finds himself struggling to say no to her, even for something like this.

And so, he merely sighs. The tall man she had pointed to happens to be alone and unoccupied for the moment, so Mauvier approaches him and clears his throat.

"Okay, well..."

"Hold still for a moment..."

[if-i-look-straight-look-again]

Rewatching Ted Lasso part 30: Trent interrupting his date with a mustachioed man to come talk to Ted and opening with a line from Casablanca, a famously romantic movie… I see you Mr. Crimm

Ted replying with a cute little “Trent Crimm of the Independent” I see you too Mr. Lasso

[tybaltsjuliet]

“But do you mean to say, my dear,” remonstrated the Jew, “that the women can’t be got over?”

“Not a bit of it,” replied Sikes.

“Not by flash Toby Crackit?” said the Jew incredulously. “Think what women are, Bill.”

“No; not even by flash Toby Crackit,” replied Sikes. “He says he’s worn sham whiskers, and a canary waistcoat, the whole blessed time he’s been loitering down there, and it’s all of no use.”

“He should have tried mustachios and a pair of military trousers, my dear,” said the Jew.

“So he did,” rejoined Sikes, “and they warn’t of no more use than the other plant.”

the oliver twist retelling we’re actually missing out on is the one about flash toby crackit and his increasingly desperate and ridiculous attempts to seduce acutely unimpressed housemaids into helping him do a break-in

[twicelivedsummer]

finding/inventing Dothraki personalities: Jhogo

compilation ; Aggo ; Jhogo ; Rakharo ; Irri ; Jhiqui

I’m making a little series where I stare at everything the main Dothraki characters do and try to discern personality traits. The purpose of this is sort of “if you were to write a fanfic that actually fleshed out their characters, what’s a starting point? what is there, that we might not destroy in trying to build something larger?” It is not to claim that GRRM, um, wrote these characters well. But I do dislike rounding down to zero when it’s not literally zero.

Particularly for Jhogo, who gets the most lines and traits of the bloodriders. I start here:

Jhogo edged back, his hand on his arakh. He was a youth of sixteen years, whip-thin, fearless, quick to laugh, with the faint shadow of his first mustachio on his upper lip. He fell to his knees before her. "Khaleesi," he pleaded, "you must not do this thing. Let me kill this maegi."

Jhogo looked terrified as he struggled with the stallion's weight, afraid to touch the dead flesh, yet afraid to let go as well.

Daenerys tells us what she’s seen of him, this whole year or so she’s known him: ‘fearless’. But now, in the face of magic, of true danger, he’s terrified. He’s been projecting this image of fearlessness that’s very important to him and it is not, actually, true. He’s just a kid, of course he’s scared; only 16, and how many teenagers aren’t self-conscious? It is a generic basic Dothraki trait, but in Jhogo it is established specifically, with some detail.

Jhogo took the whip from her hands, but his face was confused. "Khaleesi," he said hesitantly, "this is not done. It would shame me, to be bloodrider to a woman."

Unlike Aggo, he can actually imagine doing it, but it would shame him. The barrier is his sense of personal reputation. He needs people to see him as brave and strong and proud.

When he does pledge himself to her, it is

murmured, pushing his face to the smoking earth

like he’s still hiding it, a little. He’s not sure, maybe, if everyone else is really going to agree that this isn’t shameful.

Again with the “generic/basic Dothraki trait, in Jhogo established with some detail”, I can actually point to specific evidence for why he changes his mind about becoming Daenerys’s bloodrider. See, of the five named members of her khalasar, we only actually see Jhogo and Irri call Dany, in written dialogue, Mother of Dragons. Irri only once, and in a private conversation, whereas Jhogo—

[Qarth] "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons."

"Make way, you Milk Men, make way for the Mother of Dragons," Jhogo cried

[Astapor] "Make way!" Jhogo shouted as he rode before her litter. "Make way for the Mother of Dragons!"

Jhogo cries it out, because this is the title he picks to tell other people respect her, she’s special. It’s not shameful to serve a woman if people know that she’s the Mother of Dragons.

Pure fanfic time: I would decide Aggo simply slots Daenerys into his model of society at the top, in a way that doesn’t destabilise the rest, and contrast that with Jhogo thinking of her as An Exception but in a way that does make him quicker to think of other women as Exceptions.

Speaking of ‘quicker’:

Jhogo replied, kicking his horse. Quaro and the others followed his lead,

Jhogo was the first to lay his arakh at her feet.

He moves first -

Pyat Pree drew a knife and danced toward her, but Drogon flew at his face. Then she heard the crack of Jhogo's whip, and never was a sound so sweet. The knife went flying, and an instant later Rakharo was slamming Pyat to the ground.

(after drogon, but first human)

One man kept his saddle long enough to draw a sword, but Jhogo's whip coiled about his neck and cut off his shout.

The whip fits him because of this: it is only dangerous when moved quickly; it lends itself to sudden interceptions—

The trader vaulted over the stall, darting between Aggo and Rakharo. Quaro reached for an arakh that was not there as the blond man slammed him aside. He raced down the aisle. Dany heard the snap of Jhogo's whip, saw the leather lick out and coil around the wineseller's leg.

—catching someone who moves to fast for all of Dany’s other bodyguards combined. It also ties into “quick to laugh”—he acts quickly. And maybe regrets it later or doesn’t.

(...he doesn’t. But, if you were, say, writing fanfic of their ADWD adventures, you could have him actually rush in too quickly to danger and need to learn some of Aggo’s caution, have Rakharo think up some strategy that Jhogo actually acts on, give them a whole dynamic.)

Jhogo asks five questions, in the five books. Three of them are:

"Jhogo asks if you would have him dead, Khaleesi," Irri said.

"What shall we seek, Khaleesi?" asked Jhogo.

"Khaleesi, we saw him strike you. Would you see the color of his blood?"

which are all proactive, asking for orders or outright suggesting a course of action. (Violence. duh. dothraki. thanks grrm.) Underline see and seek in there, too...

Jhogo spied it first. "There," he said in a hushed voice. Dany looked and saw it, low in the east. The first star was a comet

do you see the girl in the felt hat? There, behind the fat priest. She is a—" "—cutpurse," finished Dany.

this is an evil place, a haunt of ghosts and maegi. See how it drinks the morning sun?

He’s literally observant; he’s also the one who finds Qarth, literally coincidence but symbolically related. These are all concrete, physical, observations, to be clear, not a psychological or political meaning of ‘observant’.

...say, let’s compare some Jhogo statements to the other two, end of AGOT.

On Eroeh’s rape and murder, Aggo says “It was her fate, Khaleesi” like it just sort of passively happened; Jhogo describes the specific actions Mago and Jhaqo took. On Drogo’s khalasar dissolving, Rakharo describes the events and adds “It is the right of the strong to take from the weak” which draws out an abstract philosophical stance on it; Jhogo says "A khal who cannot ride is no khal" which contains the same idea but keeps it concrete, in the realm of specific action.

Jhogo moved close to help Ser Jorah support her. Aggo and Rakharo stood behind. The Dothraki offered a hand down. When she took it, he pulled her up onto his horse and sat her in front of him, Jhogo slid one hand about her waist and leaned close. "She is, and no spawn of shadows may touch her." Jhogo brushed Quaithe's fingers away with the handle of his whip. "You must not get any closer. Do not let them touch you! Do not!"

The hand about her waist in particular reads as romantic-interest-coded to me. So taking that framing back, pairing his actions with Jorah’s jumps out, moved close while Rakharo and Aggo stand back. Then we could sort of tie the two don’t-touch-her lines together—while the first truly has the vibe, ‘cause he is touching Daenerys, this just doesn’t really show up again after that one scene in Clash, because Irri tells him she’s sleeping with Daenerys so back off bro none of these characters actually have, like. arcs. V:

Mind you he’s a lot less scared of Quaithe than he was of Mirri Maz Duur, which duh she’s not performing blood magic right then but one could pretend there’s something arc-ish?

The ‘romantic interest’ frame also contributes to Jhogo’s overall narrative position, where he has mild Protagonist Energy: he’s the one who helps with MMD’s ritual, the first one Daenerys asks to be bloodrider and the one who finds Qarth and the only one who actually gets an extended conversation on-screen ever and the one taken hostage by Yunkai so might act independently in that plotline and generally the most likely to be singled out.

On a character level it’s because Jhogo has initiative, an essential trait of a leader. And I - almost believe GRRM might mean that? Technically all three of them are stated to be leading the riders into battle, off-screen in ASOS and ADWD, and for fanfic purposes I’d suggest having Jhogo take charge overall, over the course of their mission to liberate the hinterlands. But the fact that Jhogo is the one with the most lines, dialogue, actions - that when GRRM singles out one of them, it’s usually Jhogo - I can almost hope that we might see him one day in Winds, taking the lead on his own.

in conclusion,

Jhogo bought a handful of fat white cherries.

snacc.

(Aggo’s, right next to this, is meat, probably no traditional Dothraki dish but more like it, maybe, than choosing fruit?) (something you could plant?)

[goblininawig]

Death & Mischief, Part 2

This is one of two short pieces I wrote for Death Appreciation Week, hosted by @orionsangel86 , about two times that Death of the Endless and Loki of Asgard crossed paths.

Death and Mischief At the World's Fair

Once every hundred years, Death of the Endless becomes human. On this day in May 1893, she is Daisy Smith, a visitor to the World’s Columbian Exhibition, better known as the Chicago World's Fair. But she's not the only immortal being present that day.

~600 words | Rated T | a03 link

Includes spoilers for Loki, Season 2

Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Episode: s02e03 1893 (Loki TV), Death Becomes Human for a Day, Historical References, Canon Compliant, Random Encounters, Short One Shot

Daisy chatted excitedly with her cousins, who flanked the smaller girl as they rode the Intramural Railway at the World’s Columbian Exhibition. Charlotte and Beatrice had not, until waking up that morning, had a cousin Daisy. Reality rearranged itself to allow Death of the Endless to become human for a day, once every hundred years. Today she was Daisy Smith, visiting her Chicago relatives so she might see the fair.

Her aunt and uncle sat behind them. It had already been an exciting day, and they were resting their feet as the sounds of brass bands wafted in from the surrounding park. Their little group disembarked at the next station and proceeded to the domed Palace of Fine Arts, where they wandered happily through the galleries, viewing art from masters all over the world.

After stopping for refreshments, they paid a visit to the Chinese Village. Daisy was staring at the red and gold replica of a Potala temple when her attention was drawn to a pair of white gentlemen who were softly arguing nearby.

“I told you: legwork. That requires walking…observing. This time and place is all we've got to go on. So we keep looking until we find a clue,” asserted the shorter man, who had gray hair and a thick mustache beneath his brown fedora.

The taller man, with had dark hair, a green silk tie, and a grumpy expression at odds with the other fair-goers, retorted, “Mobius, do you really think we’ll just stumble across Renslayer if we walk far enough? Because that’s not going to happen.”

“Daisy!” called her aunt, waving her to join them. “Come along, dear. We’re going inside.”

The curious little girl hurried after her relatives, leaving the mysterious men to their argument.

As night fell, all the park lights came on, the fairgrounds seemed even more impressive. Her aunt and uncle were ready to leave, but Daisy, supported by her cousins, begged to ride enormous Ferris Wheel first. The adults capitulated, and they joined the queue.

When they were on board, Daisy pressed close to the wall of the enormous glass carriage, it turned and rose enough for the next carriage to fill with passengers. Finally, their carriage was at the apex of the enormous wheel, and the gleaming lights of the "White City" twinkled down below her.

“Can you believe this is real?” she asked her cousins. “It’s like being in a fairy tale.”

Their carriage turned around the wheel, suddenly showing Daisy a veiw of the two men she’d heard arguing near the temple. They were in the next car with a mustachioed, bespectacled Black gentleman with them. Most shockingly, a white woman in a strange costume was attacking them. Daisy and the other passengers facing the nearby car all gasped and exclaimed over the exchange. Bursts of green light, like some sort of magic trick, kept appearing and disappearing.

“Is it a show?” Charlotte asked.

“I don’t think so,” Daisy replied. “They seem in earnest.”

The commotion ended as quickly as it had begun. No one could understand what had happened. Shortly afterwards, the ride ended. Daisy and her relatives disembarked.

They were heading to the nearest exit when the Ghost Clock, of which they’d heard rumors - appeared suddenly, huge and unbelievable, over the Midway.

“Girls, hurry!” shouted Daisy’s uncle, putting his arms around them and rushing them to safety. Daisy screamed and ran with the other girls. They quickly put the apparition out of sight.

“Well, I shall never forget this night, not in a hundred years!” declared Daisy’s aunt that evening as she tucked the girls into bed. “You’ll certainly have a lot to tell your family when you go home again.”

“I certainly shall,” Daisy replied with a strange, knowing smile.

[pascaloverx]

DANGEROUS

CHAPTER THREE

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: For now, the fanfic will not contain explicit content, but it will be flagged if it does in the future. However, there will be the use of strong language and moderate violence. Readers are advised. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading

chapter two chapter four

"You used to be more creative when I met you. Binding a poor defenseless woman to a chair with handcuffs seems silly." You say trying unsuccessfully to free yourself from the damn handcuffs. It turns out that Tangerine managed to hit you with the butt of his gun, and when you woke up, you were handcuffed to a chair facing Walker, who was also restrained in a chair with handcuffs. It seems this time he couldn't break the handcuffs.

"Believe me angel, you don't know the plans I have for both of us but in front of the loser here it's better to keep up appearances." Tangerine blinks at you, smiling mischievously while Walker appears to be confused but remains silent.

"Do you really want to talk about this?" You ask as you look at Tangerine furiously.

"Didn't you tell the handsome mustachioed guy about our past together?" Tangerine has now got Walk's undivided attention. You close your eyes, getting mad at Tangerine. This is not the time to talk about this subject.

“What is he talking about, Y/N?” It's the first time August Walker has spoken directly to you since the two of you became Tangerine's hostages.

"Remember in Budapest a few years ago when you ended our partnership?" You say it, a bit resentful of admitting something you had been denying to yourself for a long time.

"I remember it being a mutual decision. We both knew that once we break off the professional partnership and have a romantic relationship it's best to give up the partnership." Walker says looking angry. Tangerine however is looking at the two of you while holding a gun in his hand and he seems to be enjoying watching you and Walker argue.

"That would only make sense if you had engaged in a romantic relationship with me afterwards. But that's not what happened." You say trying not to bring that hurt back. It took you a while to get over this whole situation.

"What does this idiot Tangerine have to do with this?" Walker asks impatiently. You get tense but decide to open the game.

"He was in Budapest too. He had to take someone to a big boss in the city. He and Lemon were there. And I let myself be carried away by resentment." You say, still not admitting everything but at least giving the context.

"Lemon is my brother who does the dirty work in the name of money. He's not here now but then he was." Tangerine speaks while smiling devilishly, You know he's very happy that you're exposing your past.

"To summarize. I joined the two brothers or twins as they are known and as a result, I ended up having a romantic relationship with Tangerine. It was casual but romantic." You speak, finally releasing the truth and Walker seems to be processing this.

"Are you telling me you left me for him?" August Walker speaks, almost getting up from the chair where he is handcuffed. Tangerine took the gun in his hands and pointed it right at Walker's head however.

"There was nothing to be left, Walker. I never had you. We were just partners on missions, and you made that very clear." You reply, feeling uncomfortable having this discussion in front of Tangerine.

"The truth, Walker, is that you gave me quite the partner with your stupidity. She's as good in action as she is in bed. In case you didn't know, but I bet you already do." Tangerine says, trying to provoke August. It seems to have worked.

"But after all, what do you want with us?" You try to change the subject as Walker appears furious. Tangerine then approaches you and touches your face lightly.

"Help from you. Someone has imprisoned my brother, which is pretty bad. This person wants both of you in exchange for him. My idea is this: you help me, and I won't turn you in. Otherwise, you can imagine what will happen. What do you think?" Tangerine speaks while caressing your cheek and looks directly at Walker. You observe Walker, who stares angrily at Tangerine.

"We accept." Walker says in a rude tone, surprising both you and Tangerine.

[worstcrystalbearer]

Day 11 - "Surrogate"

"Right... So stamping here doesn't make me her mother, correct?"

Jana had been very sure when she ordered the paperwork that would make Uzuki her ward that she wasn't going to accidentally adopt the girl, but she couldn't help being paranoid. Their verbal agreement was going to be a little more official now and Jana would technically be in charge of what was left of the Katakura clan's wealth until Uzuki could come of age. In practice, Jana planned to let her do as she wished with both the money and material goods... But legal protection was always important, especially in Ul'dah.

"That's right, madam," replied the mustachioed Lalafell behind the counter. "You will be her guardian and guarantor for the next few years, but nothing more. Though if you wish to adopt..." The short man cut himself off as Jana shook her head.

"This is enough for both of us. She just needs a little protection while she gets back onto her own two feet." The look her reply earned her seemed to say, "Why simply 'protect' anyone? This is Ul'dah," but if the clerk was thinking about it, he didn't voice it aloud. Perhaps because his tact (or anyone's, really) could totally eclipse Jana's, he instead nodded and slid the forms across the counter.

It was a question worth considering though, and Jana had spent a good, long time doing so, but even she didn't have a singular answer. Maybe this was just a simple act of pity, maybe she just needed to feel better about herself after taking so many lives (not that she would stop doing so). But deep in her subconscious, a feeling that she would never be able to verbalize had already taken hold: She simply couldn't bear to see someone with potential have it snatched away, especially by the kinds of vultures that had circled the girl on that dock in Vesper Bay.

A few signatures and stamps later, and the paperwork was finalized, and the clerk collected them up to file away. "Very good. By the authority granted to me by the City-State of Ul'dah, Jana Ridah is now the legal guardian of Uzuki Katakura." With a small bow, he then turned and left, leaving Jana alone with nothing but her thoughts... The first of which was why she had been allowed to do all this without the teen girl present.

[charliecoxbf]

Buck and tommy are making out sloppy with tongue when tommy pulls back and says "Evan i have something serious to tell you. I am pregnant." Buck's eyes shine with excitement "i'm gonna be a daddy?" Tommy shakes his head "no, Evan" at which point mustachioed eddie walks in announcing "it is i, the baby daddy!" Buck's eyes a wide in shock as he asks "you two slept together?" Tommy chuckles and says "we didn't do much sleeping evan" to which buck asks "why?" And tommy replies "i wanted to babytrap eddie so we'd be a throuple" to which eddie adds "and i wanted to knock up tommy so that we could be a throuple" so buck says "i love you both so much" so they all kiss each other sloppy with tongue

Guys be careful out there i got this ask that i thought was gonna be a bucktommy fic but it turned out to be a buddietommy fic

[ask-the-becile-boys]

Long time no see? :)

I hope questions like that are still appropriate. I'm just curious about something.

During the battle between Locksmith and The Scull, the scary mustachioed potato man got even creepier by releasing gas on Scull, which causes him... to hallucinate??? do robots hallucinate??? and see what I assume may be one of his worst nightmares. So now I wonder what other residents of the Becile Manor would see in this gas (Riker would probably just die, I doubt it's good for his lungs, but maybe he would see something before... oh you know)? We know some of their fears, but it's always a wonder what could really bring them to the state of pure horror. In addition, the truth is sometimes unexpected, isn't it?

Hope it didn't sound too sadistic and thank you in advance if you decide to reply! ^^

This one took some thinking! The thing about Skull's hallucination was that it was rooted not just in fear, but also guilt. It was a direct pull on his emotions-- just the vision alone wouldn't have affected him so badly. (Another thing I had in mind was that Locksmith was physically present during the hallucination and the vision of Pops was sort of plastered over him. Not all of these follow that exactly, but that was my original train of thought!) Some of these are obvious, some are deeper cuts.

Riker: A ghastly amalgamation of his scrapper crew, like something out of John Carpenter's The Thing.

Dee: Hannah, Della's child, crying inconsolably in fear of Dee.

Scratch: Similar to his nightmare, Annabel dying to bullets, then being admonished by his grandfather.

Hare: A "girl" version of himself surrounded by a jeering crowd and being unable to reach or talk to her.

The Jack: Himself, mad again and back in the straitjacket.

And bonus round:

Locksmith: An angel judging him for his misdeeds in life. (This one requires context: Locksmith knows souls exist, but there's no confirmation of an afterlife or divine judgement. Having it revealed that there is a divine moral system and he has failed would shake him.)

[oldedo]

So simple back then.

Or so it seemed. In fact, it seems even a more innocent time then. Trying to find someone to connect with on the internet required no apps, just a good site (jguyusguy used to be the best) and a few pics---often cheesy, but hopefully alluring---would get dozens of replies and several meetings, a good hot afternoon or night together, and 3 or 4 unforgettable friends and relationships. Those days are gone, it seems. (I did get rid of the mustache about that time, as I read a NYT article that referred to mustachioed men as looking like "1980s gay porn stars".