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Insta!Joel x Fem! reader

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Summary: Your life is so routine that there is nothing that makes you want to continue. The universe is with you and illuminates you with a profile that catches your eye. Just press the follow button and your life takes a turn. (no outbreak, no use of y/n).

Rating: 18+explicit (minors dni)

Words count: 2.8k

Warnings: age difference (Joel in late 40's, reader in early 20's), reader is virgin, flirting, f! masturbation, lonely/jelousy thoughts, need for attention/validation masculine, divorced parents.

You were lying on your bed, after a shower you felt calm and clean. There was background music in your room, through a small speaker that was on your dresser, you were on your cell phone scrolling through Instagram posts. Normally you spent your time reading on some social network or sometimes you gave yourself the chance to read the books that rest on your furniture.

Your life had become so routine, you felt it simple, there was no spark of emotion, there was nothing that made you want to be another day, you lived the days without any change, the only thing that made your routine different was doing activities that you liked , like your hobbies, that you stopped doing for a while until you felt motivated to do them.

You had started to write, something you had wanted to do since you started reading since you were 12 years old, but like everything, you only wrote when you had the inspiration to do it, you didn't like writing for the sake of writing, you wanted a story that was good, that could transmit something like those you've read before, that make your skin crawl, your body tense by the character's words, shed the occasional tear of happiness, sadness or anguish.

You kept scrolling until you found a photo that seemed to be a landscape, you clicked on the publication and smiled when you saw the photo, it was a landscape in the forest, the pines and trees outlined the banks of the river, rocks in the middle of it where small waves formed and passed over them, the sun with the morning light, so warm and golden that it reflected so beautifully in the river. You scrolled to the second photo where the same landscape was there, but this time a man was in the photo, he was sitting on a rock in front of the river, his back was to the camera. It was a very beautiful photo.

You decided to enter the profile, Joel Miller, read in his biography and under it it read 'contractor'and under this 'proud dad', looking at the profile you realized that he did not have many photos, there were only 5 publications, one of them referring to his work , another one was made of carved wood, another of a guitar and there was another one that caught your attention more, a polaroid, where you could see a young girl kissing on the cheek who you thought was the same man of the photo of the river, when you read the description it had the caption 'I love you girl' you smiled when you read that, you assumed at that moment that that girl was his daughter, if not more.

He looked old, you guessed he was about thirty or forty-something. You found it attractive, the photo didn't look great but you could see that it was, he had a beard, a bit, short hair, you didn't know what color it was since the photo had a purple color, one eye was half open while the other was closed . You didn't think much and hit the follow button, you weren't planning to do anything, you just found it interesting, you hadn't seen anyone his age have an Instagram, not even your favorite actors had, curiosity won you over. You just left Instagram and left your cell phone on your nightstand, a long sigh left your lips.

You woke up when you heard noise on the ground floor, when you opened your eyes you closed them with a slam since the sun was hitting your face directly, you turned around and saw the time on the clock that rested on your nightstand next to your cell phone, it was 11:14 in the morning, you sighed and got up.

You knew that your mom was going to blame you for that

You showered and got ready, you couldn't stop thinking that tomorrow you would go back to university. All vacations you had a terrible schedule that you did not know how the hell you were going to wake up at 5:00 am, although you do not regret it, those nights reading helped you survive the boring summer you had.

When you went downstairs you saw your mom at the kitchen table drinking coffee.

"Until you wake up" she said looking at you out of the corner of his eye while drinking his coffee

"sorry" you looked at her resting your hands on the edges of the chair "is there something for breakfast?"

"No, I'm waiting for you to accompany me to the market to buy"

"Mom" you complained while you were going to put on your shoes

“you know how this is”

"Why doesn't Louis come with you?" your voice sounded at the bottom of the stairs while you were already going down with your shoes on "he never accompanies you"

"Because he doesn't like it" she got up and put her cup in the sink "let me go for the money" she disappeared up the stairs.

We were in the meat section, my mom was going to buy some wings, ground beef and ribs, to have at home. What my mom said was true, I like coming to the supermarket, I honestly enjoy doing things for ladies, it relaxes me a lot and I enjoy it and even more if it's with my mom.

"Have you already told your father to pay the re-enrollment fee for the university?" my mom told me while looking at tomato sauces

"Yeah, I told you a few days ago"

"You'd better remember him, since he forgets everything"

"yep, when I get home I'll send him a message"

You turned around just to look at the section in front and you noticed that a man was looking at you, and not in the best way, honestly it disgusted you.

"You already have everything for school" your mom told you, leaving a sauce in the cart

"I'm just missing the folder"

"let's choose one then"

.............

"Wash your hands so you can help me with the food!" your mom screamed from the ground floor

“yes mom!” you yelled back walking into your room

You were already used to wearing socks at home, or failing that, wearing flip-flops or slippers. You took off your shoes, throwing them somewhere in your room, you looked at your cell phone on your nightstand and suddenly you remembered….

Shit!

You quickly grabbed your phone and sat on your bed unlocking it, you saw that you had messages and notifications from various applications, but you saw you had only 1 from Instagram.

Joel Miller has followed you back

"Aaah!!!" you couldn't help but scream with emotion covering your mouth at the end to silence your screams

"OMG, don't fuck with me" you whispered to yourself

Your door opened suddenly, in the frame holding the door lock was your brother.

"why are you screaming?"

"For nothing that interests you" you said raising your eyebrows at the pair

You saw him disappear without letting out a snort on his part, you just looked at your cell phone smiling at the notification, you didn't know why a random man was making you smile so much... well, he was very attractive, older and when you saw the ones he was following, you knew that He was not the type to follow anyone he saw, you assumed that you were an exception, an exception that perhaps caught his attention like he did to you.

You went down with your cell phone in hand and a smile from ear to ear, you had your day made with just that notification and knowing that he would see all the things you upload from now on.

You helped your mother to prepare the food, you made a pasta with ground beef and cheddar cheese, take your cell phone and take a photo to upload it to the story, your mother called your brother to come down to eat. While you were at the table, your mom and your brother were talking about college and their plans after graduation, you just listened to the conversation and said a few things to give your opinion.

You couldn't believe that he was already going to graduate, after so many years studying, and you...entering your third year of university, you still had a long way to go since your degree was 9 semesters, 4 and a half years of degree,you could not wait for the time to graduate, but you had no idea what path you would take in your professional life.

When you finished, you left your plate in the sink and went to your room to prepare your supplies for the university, which consisted of a folder, your case, a small bag where you had feminine hygiene items, disinfectant gel, your balm, some garters for hair and a mirror.

At the end you couldn't help but take your cell phone and look at the views of your story. Some of your followers gave it a heart, but the person you were waiting for had only seen it, no reaction or response.

What did you expect, you moron, he was going to answer a story about a pasta! (you said to yourself mentally)

"I need a soda" you said to yourself

You went back down to the kitchen, poured yourself a glass of coke, and the front door rang.

"I'm going" you went to the door, when you opened it you found your dad smiling

"daughter" he greet you while hugging you

"dad" you hugged him back

"and your mom" came in and sat in the living room

Every time someone invokes her, it doesn't take long for her to appear

"What happened" your mom came out of the hallway to sit across from your dad in the living room

"I have to talk to you"

"Don't tell me you won't be able to pay your daughter's tuition" my mom said angrily

"No" he said irritated "it's something else your children should know too" he looked at your mother more seriously

it couldn't be anything good, every time they talk they always end up fighting, whatever you know won't end well

"speak" she sighed and your brother appeared on the stairs standing still

I'll spare you the details.

Basically in short, my dad will have a child… yes, with someone else. what a fuck

My parents have been separated since I was 8 years old, for as long as I can remember and as far as I can remember, they have always fought, they have not been able to have a calm conversation, only long after they divorced. The arguments always had another person involved, or they complained about how they were with each other and their attitudes. I honestly don't remember a time when my dad was affectionate with my mom or she with him.

They have always put us first, they separated because theirs was no longer working and they were not going to drag their children into it, although I was left with some traumas. It took a long time to know what my dad was like, I always had a good image of him, I love him because he is a good dad, maybe like a husband never was.

Anyway, the obvious news didn't sit well with me, or with my brother. My mom just limited herself to giving him advice, obviously she didn't care how much he did in his private life but they knew they could count on each other.

He stayed until it started to get dark, we spent the afternoon talking, many topics came up.

When I finished dinner my dad left, I got ready to go to my room and take a bath.

Whenever I took a bath I put on music, relaxed and had a good time in the shower. When I left I did my daily skin care routine, I put on combing cream, I put on cream and brushed my teeth. For this it was already 9:25 pm I wasn't sleepy at all, so I only watched videos to make me sleepy.

You won't believe me but… I can't sleep

It was already 11 o'clock and I couldn't fall asleep, and above all this I couldn't stop thinking that my dad would be a dad again, with another woman. A woman I knew a long time ago, but that's another story.

I couldn't stop thinking that i would no longer be his little daughter, the one who was always attached to him, now there would be another person who would take up space in his heart, I'm jealous that's the truth, jealous of someone who hasn't even been born. My dad is the only masculine energy that gives me attention, the only man I like to hug, the only one I laugh with non-stop.

Fuck this.

You grabbed your phone and went to Instagram, you didn't think twice and looked up Joel's profile, you hit the message button and without hesitation you started writing.

Hi :)

You hit send and your heart began to jump with nerves, it's done, you've sent a message to the beautiful man who could probably make your days different.

Your cell phone vibrated in your hand, you quickly saw the message

Hey

The truth is that you thought he was not going to answer you.

How are you?

You bit your lip from nerves, what the fuck am i supposed to talk to him. You saw the bubble appear and then the message appeared

Not so bad, how' s your night darlin?

It's a joke! He call me darlin.

You felt your cheeks burn and you couldn't help but smile

Not as good as I'd like, but I'm better now

Problems with boys?

No, rather the correct word would be dad

Oh sorry honey I guess dads ain't easy

Not at all, hey..

What's up

I really liked your photo of the river, it looks like a beautiful place

Thank you, if it is

where are you from, sweetheart?

from austin

And you've never gone further?

It's too bad, you should go, someone should take you

Was it being offered?

Could you be the one to take me, I mean, since you've already been to that place

how old are you sweetheart?

Shit you're so young

Can't you with that?

A little laugh left your lips

HA you don't know what you're saying honey

You bit your lip as you felt a chill run down your legs, you were thinking about what to write until another message appeared on the screen

I'm too old for you

Shit! Shit! Shit! As much as I like to hear that, the memory of being a virgin invades me more and more frustrating me. But…he shouldn't know, not for now

How old?

27 years older, do you think you can handle that?

Yes, you can teach me some things

Your hand went to the edge of your pajama shorts, slowly inserting your hand.

Yeah…what kind of things honey

You were going to answer when your door suddenly opened making you jump and take your hands out of your shorts. again it was your brother

"you scared me idiot" you put both hands on your chest and the cell phone under them

"what are you doing?" he said as he entered the room and looked at himself in the mirror

"nothing" you stared at him

"you know there's a mirror in the bathroom, right?"

“your room has better light, and the mirror is bigger”

He always did that, he always entered your room as if it were his, without warning, without asking, nothing. But when you entered his he would question you and get angry.

You threw a stuffed animal at him and he turned around with a frown

"Can you leave please" you said through your teeth

"How heavy you are" was the last thing he said before leaving and closing your door

You looked at the last message Joel had sent you, you didn't know what to reply, you didn't know whether to say daring things, act submissive, be more shy or just change the subject.

Hey, I have to go to sleep, tomorrow I'm going to the university

You were afraid for some reason for his answer

Sure darlin, don't worry, rest

Good night

You waited for him to send you another message but he didn't. I knew it wasn't a good idea to cut it like that.

You were in need of male attention, the little he gave you made you put your hands in your panties, you touched yourself again and oh surprise, you were wet.

You didn't like having to suffer, you didn't like being left wanting, so you did what you do best, you touch yourself. You tried to stay as quiet as possible since your brother's room was next to yours, you started soft but you couldn't stop thinking about Joel, how handsome he looked in the photo, you imagined how good he would be to you, telling you sweetheart, you thought if he would make you cum faster than you did yourself.

His hands around your hips, your breasts, your neck, your mouth silencing your moans. How would his fingers be, thin, long or thick. How his arms would feel around you, his hair around them, how strong they were, his veins….

"Shit," you breathed out, closing your lip tight.

You let out little whimpers, some of them stuck in your throat so as not to make so much noise, you were so close, just imagining it finished you, you threw your head back, squeezing the pillows under it while your hips arched from friction.

I need him to fuck me urgently.

I think in the end, they were right, we virgins are dirtier.

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avallon · 2 years

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It Could Be Sweet

Kishibe x fem!reader

A/n: first of all, I would like to thank @vilsoo for letting me participate in this project, the Ultraviolence Collab, I'm a little nervous because it's my first participation in a collaboration and also, because English is not my native language, I would like to apologize for some grammar errors that may appear, I have proofread but still some error may have escaped. This is based on the song Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Rey

Hope you like it, please like and reblog if you like it, thank you <3

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: Canon!AU, female reader, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s and kishibe is in his 50s), blood, alcohol, angst, kishibe sucks at romance, 18+, minors DNI

Summary: “Everything is so easy for you, as simple as breathing.”

"I need you."

Kishibe had never said that to anyone.

The words sounded so strange coming out of his mouth.

But Kishibe never before in his life uttered such sincere words.

Kishibe was used to women, they were great, all he needed to do was smile at some girl in a bar or, on the worst days, take a few walks in the red light district, and walk into the door of the first smiling face that blew him a kiss. But that was only on days when work had sucked.

He already knew through the rumbles in the corridors that a new hunter was about to be hired, he just hoped they didn't throw the rookie behind his back, he had just trained Himeno and sent her to the front line, and, at the moment, everything what he wanted was just to drink whiskey in his office, and wait for the calamity that awaited him day after day.

But as soon as he stepped into the firm's building, he was told that Makima was waiting for him in her office.

And then, in that sterile office, and with Makima smiling behind her desk, he saw you; nothing special, just a plain girl, not the slightest bit of a hunter's profile, with your crisp uniform and your hands behind your back, your head down as a sign of respect and subservience, a little afraid to look him in the eye, you had probably already heard of his reputation there.

Kishibe snorted with impatience.

“I have more things to do, I won't waste my time babysitting. Send her to Himeno.”

And he was already leaving the room when Makima gently pulled him by the shoulder, leading him to the far corner of the office, away from the newcomer's ears.

“Kishibe-san.” Makima gave him one of her gentle, hollow smiles. “I need to inform you that the orders came from above and we are in no position to deny orders from a superior, and well.” She cast a polite look at the newcomer. “The rookie showed capacity in the interview and a willpower that is very rare in young hunters nowadays, we want to test all that determination in the best way; on the front lines and with the best hunter, so she will knows for sure if her determination will remain the same and she will be useful to the organization.”

And with that, Kishibe just looked at you and motioned for you to follow him.

And maybe that was his first mistake.

***

You were a good girl, shy but good, and by 'good', Kishibe meant the sweetest sense of the word.

“Crying already?” he said, just in your second week of training, opening the flask of whiskey and watching the blood that oozed from the cut on your collarbone and wet your white tank top, marking your breasts.

“Sorry, Master.” you sniffled and then tried to get up from the ground, passing a bloody hand across your nose and putting yourself in the fighting position again.

"How old are you?" he wanted to know.

“Twenty-four, sir.” you replied dutifully, being taken aback when Kishibe yanked on your wrist, bringing you straight into the sole of his shoe that hit your chin squarely.

“Slow reflexes.” he warned. "Any second of distraction counts as hours of head start for a devil."

You spit blood, looking at the floor, you felt that your head was going to explode in two pieces, the air had been lacking for a few seconds and your elbows had been scraped by the fall, you tried to get up but your arms gave way, not supporting the weight of your body. You stared in shock at the amount of blood lying beside you, but the shock turned to worry when Kishibe's shoes took your line of vision.

"Here." you saw a handkerchief held out to you as your gaze rose. "Come on, kid, if I'd kicked it real hard you wouldn't even be up to tell the story."

"Thanks." you thanked him in a nasal voice, taking the handkerchief and placing it over your sore and throbbing bloody nose.

Kishibe helped you up and sit on a bench.

"I'm sorry-"

“Stop apologizing.” he cut you off and looked at you, this time seeming to really see you. “You're trying, aren't you?” and watched your flickering, watchful eyes. “So keep going, stop thinking you won't make it or that you owe me an apology for failing a task, I don't want your apologies, I want the best you have to offer me. And it still wouldn't be enough. I want to see you enter this court without fear of me. Next week we will train in an open field.” and saying this he got up and walked towards the entrance to the court, stopping at the door and turning his head towards you. “Would you be up for dinner out?” he asked in his usual monotonous, drawling voice.

You gave him a wide-eyed look of surprise, followed by a quick nod.

"Right. But first, go to the infirmary and take care of it.” he pointed to the cut on your collarbone that was still bubbling blood.

When he realized it, he had already invited you to eat somewhere, and he immediately found it strange. Usually he didn't feel sorry for the rookies he trained, no, with you it wasn't a feeling of pity, but something more drawn to duty, perhaps the duty Kishibe felt to himself, at that moment, to have you close to him without that bloody nose and that tension you radiated from being around him. He wanted you to feel comfortable with him.

Shit.

“Fuck-!” you moaned timidly against his ear, squirming in pleasure as you felt his fingers curling skillfully inside your wet cunt, your hands gripping his rigid shoulders tightly, your back between the entrance wall of your apartment and his body, your breasts against his chest.

"I barely got my fingers in and you're all wet already." he whispered against your neck, not resisting the temptation to lick that piece of skin, and taking advantage of his free hand to grope your breast. “Sassy kid, do you have the hots for me?”

You didn't respond to the taunt, too embarrassed to even look at him. You hid your face against his neck, too lost in the feeling of pleasure he provided you, making you completely forget about the boss and subordinate relationship that you should follow to the fullest extent.

“Look at me, kid.” he commanded in a soft growl, cupping your chin, pulling your face up and making you look at him, he needed to see your eyes, your sweet eyes and full of delight. “Did you want me from the start?”

You tried to lower your head, but his grip on your chin wouldn't allow it, so you closed your eyes and bit your lip.

"Say it." he ordered.

“Y-Yes, I wanted you from the first time I saw you.” you echoed silly.

“Good girl.” he whispered, taking his hand out of your pants, licking his fingers and pulling your face, kissing you passionately.

“Ouch!” you moaned against his mouth, pulling away and holding your bruised nose, looking at the bandage on your collarbone - which still hurt a lot, and gave him a playful look, which he reciprocated by taking your hand and bringing it to the hard volume in his pants, then he gently kissed the bandage, paralyzing you for a few seconds.

Kishibe gasped as your trembling hands unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants.

He's never been as hungry for a woman as he was for you.

And no, his intention was never to have sex with you when he asked you out to dinner, but once again he had to blame it on that uncomfortable feeling he had towards you. And then, to make matters worse, you had only had two cans of beer and that was enough for you to let go, he liked it at first, he liked it even more when you invited him, laughing, to your apartment for coffee and, by finally, he sent common sense to hell when you couldn't unlock your door and bit your lip, smiling at him in a slurred voice. “Do you want to spend the night? I can make coffee in the morning.”

"Screw this!" he whispered, opening the door and pulling you in by the waist, kissing your open mouth that panted for him.

***

You were so young.

Sitting on a bench in the park, his canteen of drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he watched you while you bought a hot dog, coming back with a smile on your face, it was after one in the afternoon and you had been complaining of hunger since eleven .

“Patrols are like that.” he had said.

He had approved you in training, those crazy weeks of hard training during the day and even more grueling sex at night. Once you had sex for the first time, he couldn't do without your young, healthy body. A good girl, he thought, as he thrust into you, with strength and an absurd desire to consume you, you looked so fragile, already exhausted from a full day of training and covered in the bruises he had inflicted on you, and in that moment, giving it to him and being perfect at holding it, sticking out your wet tongue at him or staring at him with your eyes full of a feeling that made him uneasy.

He destroyed you on the training ground and in your bed.

You were the toy that refused to break, you pushed yourself to your limits for him, refusing to leave him with nothing.

“Inside, please.” you stammered, burying your fingers against the roots of his hair, forcing him to look at you, he was about to come, already pulling his cock out of you to come on your breasts, one of his favorite spots.

Both of you were drenched in sweat, Kishibe was thrusting fast and deep, your favorite time when having conventional vanilla-style sex.

"What?" he growled, panting, resisting the temptation to cup your breasts, glistening with sweat, which swayed with his erratic movements, his gaze arranging for the scar that was marked on your collarbone, marbled into your skin, the cut he gave you, as if it were his signature on you.

“Your cum, I want it inside me, p-please.” you closed your eyes when you felt him touch your sweet spot.

Feeling like he was about to fall apart, Kishibe thrust his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you as he came, deliciously, inside you.

It was like he was going to melt.

***

"Stop this." he ordered in a low tone.

“Screw you.” you returned, sniffling, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

You were in a residential neighborhood, more specifically in the house of a family, the police had called you after reporting a murder case involving devils; the parents were away on work and the children, a boy and a girl, were at home doing their homework when they were attacked by a hungry devil, who tore them apart and devoured them in a matter of minutes.

As much as you'd been at this job for months, cases like this were hard to digest.

“Your reports are very accurate, as always.” said Makima, sitting behind her desk, looking at the paperwork, she put the pile down and looked at Kishibe. “Say, Kishibe-san, does the girl have the aptitude to work in Division 4?”

The question didn't surprise him, but he pondered before answering. You were strong, you gained strength through training, but you were still a sentimental crybaby who didn't know how to deal with the loss. You were competent, no doubt, but the fear Kishibe felt before answering bothered him.

“She is not ready yet.” was all he said, refusing to give Makima what she wanted.

“She already has a contract with a demon.” he heard Makima from the hall, before closing the door. “Please, better you say goodbye, we need promising young hunters in this division.”

"Why are you crying?" he asked, softly, it was the middle of the night, you were naked, in your bed, he was sitting up, drinking - you had already left a sideboard in your room for him, - and you were curled up against the pillow, your arm around his waist.

"I'm not crying." you muttered, your voice muffled against the pillow.

Kishibe pursed his lips after taking a swig of whiskey, uneasy.

How did things get to this point? The thing between you was already beyond sex, you were work and bed partners. Kishibe was old enough to be your father and that seemed to turn you on, and he loved it, becoming addicted to the fascinated gaze you always cast at him after completing a mission or when out on patrol, investigating. You were completely faithful to him, you even managed to let go and be yourself, now and then, dragging him to a kitten fair you saw somewhere or making him pay for overpriced meals at maid cafes.

You lightened his dark reality.

And at times it was almost unbearable.

The thoughts he arrived at, at dawn, were satisfying and sweet, as they involved you, but also, depending on which path they followed, could become tragic and irreversible.

And he didn't like this, this feeling. However, this same feeling burned for you.

Fear? Or, maybe something else?

“Look here, kid.” he called, taking a sip of his whiskey, as soon as you lifted your head from the pillow, he grabbed your cheeks, parting your lips enough for him to spit the alcohol into your mouth, which you swallowed, like the good dutiful girl who you was. “Tell me, what is it?”

You grimaced as you felt the alcohol burning down your throat and you snuggled up in bed before answering, covering your breasts with the sheet, not caring about your messy hair.

“Why do we never go to your house?”

“Because there is not a safe place.”

You lowered your gaze, feeling your eyes water, the fear of losing him consuming you again, you knew it would lead nowhere, this kind of relationship or whatever it was you had. Kishibe wasn't even nice, he was always apathetic or drunk or crazy hot for you, and that was enough, because you were hanging out and working and doing your best, well, at least you were, for him, everything that was customary. And in the moments when Kishibe told you 'That's my girl', you felt like the whole world to this man. He was your master and also your lover, and you admired him so much, always wondering what he had gone through, as a young man, to end up like this, but still keep moving forward.

Kishibe devoted himself entirely to his profession as a hunter, which made you admire and respect him as a professional; your colleagues would ask you what it was like to work with the infamous Kishibe and you'd answer, with a shrug, "It's not easy at all."

You closed your eyes and the tears rolled down your cheeks.

You were in love with this man, and he knew it, and he didn't care one bit.

“You look so pretty when you cry.” you heard his voice, low, followed by his lips on your face, licking away the tear that rolled there.

“And you are so cruel.” you murmured, your voice breaking, letting him cup your face and kiss you, his other hand going to your breasts, his fingers caressing your already hard nipples.

"I'm not cruel, I'm just a bastard waiting for the end." he said against your lips, sliding his hand down your belly and down to your cunt. “Spread your legs for me, love.”

Love.

That word warmed your aching chest as well as caused a new verge of tears.

You gave yourself to him, not complaining that he was, once again, seducing you to end up in sex, instead of talking to you and, in a way, opening up to you.

***

He was so curious about you it was dangerous.

“Why did you want to be a hunter?” he simply asked into the night wind, the cigarette dangling between his lips as he flicked on the lighter.

You were at the back of a cheap ramen restaurant, you had just finished dinner and Kishibe had said he wanted to smoke a cigarette before taking a taxi.

Your mind drifted back to your high school days as you thought about his question, it flew back to you best friend from junior high, you had studied together until the end of high school, and drifted apart during that time; she had met other people and made new friends and you, well, you continued to be friends with her, even though things were never the way they were, and with the end of high school, you split up for good and each went on their own ways, new adult life. The last time you heard about this friend was a few months ago, when the local news reported her death by a devil. You even went to the funeral, it all seemed so strange to you that you couldn't stay there for long.

“I don't really know.” you shrugged. “I had this friend from my teenage days…A devil killed her and… Well, I wasn't doing anything good with my life, and the opportunity just presented itself. You know, it's not this private revenge thing or anything like that.”

"I am really sorry." you heard him wish.

"It's nothing, it's over." you waved your hand vaguely, it really was past, these days all you had was this job and, in a very sad and dark way, Kishibe. Your family was fine, your mother worried about the risks your work offered, but you tried to reassure her during the sporadic visits you made, your family was good to you and all, but you always felt out of place with them, like a defective piece of a puzzle.

The taxi arrived and you got in first, looking at Kishibe, confused, when he closed the car door, stopped on the sidewalk.

"You do not come?" you asked anxiously, watching him duck towards the car window.

“Not today, kid.” he gently touched your chin, his thumb gliding gently over your lower lip. “I need to spend a night without you to see if I can survive.” he stared at you solemnly for countless seconds, causing your chest to burn.

Kishibe gave your address to the taxi driver and paid the fare, watching the car pull away and blend in with the others on the busy avenue. A heavy sigh left his lips, along with the cigarette smoke, his hand drifted to the canteen in his overcoat's inner pocket.

You were the most precious thing he, a selfish old man, could ever have, the best thing that ever happened to him in all these miserable, dark years of hunting devils and losing devoted mates. The simple way your whole face lit up with just a smile, and especially when the smile was caused by him, was something as frightening as it was adorable.

You were his girl, he kept you in control just so you wouldn't realize the power you had over him.

Oh, damn it, he needed to bury that feeling again. Tonight he was going to need to buy more booze.

As soon as you got home, the first thing you did was take a cold shower, hoping it would help calm the agonizing throbbing in your chest. Twenty minutes later, you were curled up on your bed, hugging a shirt of Kishibe's that he'd forgotten there, your eyes closed as you smelled him on the fabric, whiskey and perfume - he'd started wearing woody cologne as soon as you guys broke up of training, you could hardly contain yourself with happiness at the time, when you discovered this detail.

“I'm such a fool.” you muttered against the shirt, smiling as you remembered what he had said before the taxi left.

***

“Hey, old man, do you like my moves?” You smiled and winked at Kishibe, swaying awkwardly towards him, who was leaning against the hood of the car, cigarette in his hand, inches from his dry lips, his gaze might seem empty or far away, but Kishibe was rapturous inside; seeing you completely drunk and free, extremely happy.

It was Saturday night and you were on a beach, the idea, as always, had been yours. You were at your house, anxious and restless, thinking about what Himeno had told you, that she would soon be your senior in the 4th Division, and you found it strange at first, causing an embarrassment in Himeno, who shrugged and apologized, but assured you that the paperwork was on for your transfer, she even tapped you on the shoulder and told you, in a welcoming tone. “Talk to the Master.”

And that had been enough to end your peace of mind.

And when the weekend arrived, there was nothing in this world that would leave you in a state of peace.

So, you accepted the first crazy idea that crossed your mind; call Kishibe, rent a car, buy drinks and hit the road, maybe go to the beach. You were dying to see a bonfire on the beach, it was something that could really calm your mood.

On that night, you would put him against the wall.

The corner of Kishibe's lips curved, as if a tiny smile of pleasure wanted to appear, such was the simple satisfaction he felt when he saw you, there, with a bandana tied around your head, a pair of worn-out jean shorts and a cream sweater, dancing awkwardly, filling your sandals with sand, every now and then he had to warn you not to step on the fire that you had lit yourself - with his help, a you that he was not used to seeing in this last year that you guys lived and worked together, and, damn, how good it was to see you like this.

Maybe part of your relaxation was thanks to the drink, but he didn't care about that at the moment.

You approached him with your bad dance moves, trying to keep up with the seventies music playing on the car radio, you took his cigarette and inhaled, trying to seduce him, but the cough that attacked you after the drag made him smile, and Kishibe was seduced by your sincere attitude.

“Your cigarette is too strong.” you said between coughs, leaning on his shoulder, giving him an amused look when you saw him smile. “I think this is the first time I've seen you smile like that… Are you in love with me or something?” provoked you, not resisting the temptation.

Kishibe took the rest of his cigarette and threw the butt into the fire, he blew the smoke to the side, away from your pleading face, cheeks flushed from the beer you drank all the way to this beach, in that moment, you could ask for the world for him, that he would go to Hell to give it to you.

“You are a tease, you know that?” he arched an eyebrow, pulling you down so he could kiss your neck, his hands slipping inside your cardigan, he felt your skin crawl under his fingers.

“I know, your seductive young student.” you murmured, feeling suddenly betrayed, all the freshness and joy of moments before wafting out of you like Kishibe's cigarette smoke.

Kishibe pulled away from your neck and looked up at you, his hair falling over his wary eyes.

"What?" he questioned, still holding you against him.

"Don't play dumb, this is the last thing since the creation of the world you can be." you rested your hands on his firm chest and pulled away from his embrace, gasping for air, the sudden, painful throbbing in your chest returning full force. “I need more beer.”

You went to the car, took a bottle of beer that was in the cooler in the back seat of the car and closed the door in a slam, already with the open bottle on your lips.

“Hey, take it easy there.” Kishibe appeared at your side, he tried to take the bottle but you pushed him away and walked around the car, following to the bonfire, Kishibe watched you, analyzing all your form and behavior, probably already knowing the cause of everything.

He heaved a heavy sigh, his soul crying out for a shot of whiskey.

As soon as he approached you, still with your back turned, he heard you ask, in a broken voice, against the sound of the waves breaking on the edge of the sea:

“Do you always have affairs with your students?”

“No, you were the first.” he said, the answer was as simple as breathing, he thought.

And then you turned to him, the wind blowing your hair into your teary eyes.

“Then why are you going to abandon me?”

That image broke him completely, Kishibe could have fallen to his knees against the cold sand of that beach, on that windy night, as violent as the regret that took him like an assault. He would rather die a thousand times than have to see you in that state, lost because you were already aware of the end of everything, the end of you two, and that was what hurt him the most.

“You were hired for Division 4 from the start—”

“Then why the hell did you let things get to this point?” you exploded, dropping the bottle onto the sand beside you, Kishibe noticed your scar glistened against the bottle's reflection.

“Because you're amazing,” he said. “And everything I've come to want, besides slaying devils, was seeing your face one more time.”

“Everything is so easy for you, as simple as breathing.” you sniffled.

You lowered your head, crying, let him touch you gently and pull you to him, holding you as you cried against his chest, his hand went up to your head, stroking your hair as you lay there, with your nose against his shirt, you could smell his heady woody scent, the scent you started to miss right away.

“You made me strong enough to live without you…” you whispered, lifting your tear-stained face to his, closing your eyes to his touch on your face, then you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him, his lips were dry. “I can do this, I can do this.” you breathed against his lips, like a mantra you already knew wouldn't be enough. "You are the best." you confessed in a passionate sigh.

Kishibe buried his hands in your hair, commanding the kiss, he would give you what you wanted.

That night, you had sex for the last time, and it was like Heaven.

***

It all happened so fast, like the blink of an eye, one second to the next.

Kishibe and you were having lunch at a restaurant, it was your last patrol together in Division 1, you were wearing the firm's uniform and your hair was tied up in a sloppy way, but that day you looked prettier than any other day you worked together, there, sitting in front of that old blue mosaic wall and eating katsudon, as you always ordered for; maybe it was the regret that this should be your last lunch together being reinforced in Kishibe's mind.

He couldn't continue having this relationship with you when you were in Division 4, it wouldn't work out, one of you would end up being harmed. You were young, you still had a whole career as a hunter ahead of you, you were going to meet new people and was going to date guys your own age who weren't fucked up in the head like he was, and who weren't committed to devils in their lives like him.

"What are you looking at?" You asked, lowering your chopsticks into your bowl, brows furrowed.

Kishibe just watched you for a few seconds, barely supporting it, despite his dead stare.

“You are adorable, kid.” he said in a heavy whisper.

You gave him a small smile, sort of letting your guard down by shrugging your shoulders.

“Listen, Kishibe, why don't you come with me to the priv-” but you couldn't finish your longed-for question, as you had been thrown into the center of the street by something gigantic that rose straight out of the ground, breaking the floor and the walls of the cafeteria, next to the streets and sidewalks, Kishibe had been thrown against the opposite wall of the restaurant.

At the same moment Kishibe was already looking for you, finding you on the other side of the avenue, also standing up, despite the blood staining your white shirt, several citizens were running and screaming everywhere, and Kishibe soon found out why.

A gigantic centipede devil was everywhere, the cylindrical body like that of an earthworm fully popped out from everywhere, its paws were large and scabby, some even had humans impaled on them.

He screamed your name and told you to run away, but you were too lost and scared to listen, there was a cut on your head and all you could do was call the devil you had a contract with to help you with that giant centipede, Kishibe realizes that you did not obey and then ran towards you, invoking several knives and already throwing them against the creature's body, but before he reached you and you could invoke your devil, a long, rigid and pawl sharp had already pierced your body, you spat out a cascade of blood and your vision blurred before going dark.

No!

Please don’t!

Anything but that.

His blood boiled, his body took on reflexes as quick as a ray of light and nothing else in the world existed but the rage of killing this creature, Kishibe no longer had consciousness and was no longer a human being, not while this accursed devil was alive.

Nothing else in the world existed but you.

And that was the thought that took over him completely, when he regained consciousness, a rain had started, washing the greenish blood of the centipede into the drains, already dead and unconscious on the sidewalk, with infinite knives stuck against its skull, far away of you, lying in Kishibe's arms.

The raindrops fell non-stop on your face that was already losing color, Kishibe was already without strength, something he never thought would happen in this life.

“Come on, kid. Don't come to me and die now." he said, destroyed, practically voiceless, feeling all the life draining out of his body along with that rain that wet him to the bone. “Please…” he begged, voiceless, laying his head against yours, waiting for your strength to come out through your mouth.

That was too cruel to be true, not for him, ever, but for you, you didn't deserve this. Kishibe refused to believe his senses, two minutes ago you were alive, young and beautiful in front of him, he even smelled your shampoo, but now, the smell that was on you was metallic and Kishibe couldn't accept that. You couldn't be bloody because you were healthy and you'd be fine, you'd be fine.

Kishibe had committed many crimes and sins in this life, this was probably supposed to be his heinous punishment.

He cupped your head and stroked your wet cheek with his trembling hand.

“Please… I need you.”

That hurt so much, so much that it caused pain in his being, the feeling of not having you anymore, as if you were a piece of him.

And then, one shuddering sigh, brought both you and Kishibe back to life.

"This is funny." you said in a hoarse voice, your eyes practically closed.

Kishibe closed his eyes as relief warmed him, a smile forming on his quivering lips.

“You still will be the cause of my death.” he said, watching the small smile you gave.

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You woke up with a colossal headache and your whole body aching.

"Good morning, gorgeous." you heard a familiar voice beside you, still lying down and your eyes twitching because of the bright light in the room, you turned your head and found Himeno sitting on a chair beside you, it didn't take long for you to realize you were in a hospital room .

“Himeno?” you questioned, your voice weak as you sat up in bed, grimacing at the pain you felt in your belly and the right side of your torso.

"Hey, take it easy, you're still recovering." Himeno warned, worried, she grabbed a glass of water from the table beside her. “Here, drink some, slowly.”

You accepted the water and drank in short sips, your free hand touching the bandages on your head and the bandages around your entire body.

“How long have I been here?”

Himeno scratched the back of her neck and tried to look away.

"One month." she said.

"One month?" echoed you, in disbelief, your whole body shook and you tried to get up. "I need to get out of here-"

"Hold on, you're still in no shape to get up." Himeno soon tried to hold you and make you lie down on the bed again. “Today or tomorrow Makima will authorize you back to fieldwork… we will be partners in Division 4.” informed Himeno, with a certain regret in her voice. “I'm sorry to tell you this way and here."

And then the memories washed over you like an avalanche.

You didn't want to ask about him, but you didn't care.

“What about Kishibe?”

Himeno shook her head and pursed her lips, she wanted to be the last person in the world to break the news to you.

“He is in China, on a mission.”

And with those words from Himeno, you knew it was over. You wanted to ask her if he had come to visit you, if he said anything about you, but nothing made sense to you at that moment, because you probably wouldn't see him again. You remembered that time when he had said that people with a screw loose live longer or something, and well, you wish you had learned to be like him, maybe it would have been easier.

Tears were already spilling out of your eyes and running down your face, you touched your scar on your collarbone, as a certificate that the time you spent together, the life you lived with him had been real.

Yes, it had been real, and it had never hurt as much as it did now.

#kishibe x reader #csm #chainsaw man #csm fanfic #fem reader #vilsoo collab #smut #ultraviolence collab

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"she dated at least 1 boy that was way too young for her..." more like 1 that was definietly underage, 1 that was most likely underage, when they actually started dating, and 1 that technically was already 18, but if we keep same standards for women as those for men, then it was kinda predatory. taylor lautner was 17, she was 20. connor kennedy was 17, she was 22 when they met and they went official with dating right after he hit 18. worth noting she pursued him soon after his mom's death, so he was even more vulnerable and she bought house right next to his. and dated harry styles also when he was 18 while she was 23. mean while her bigger age gap relationships with older guys happened, when she was already 20. 12y between her and mayer? questionable imo, but he didn't pursue her right after her 18 birthday like some creep. can't say the same about her.

Oh.. learning new stuff .. I knew about the Kennedy kid, cause it looked like she was dating Conor’s cousin Patrick Schwarzenegger first.. But I though that TL and Harry S were older than her. 😬

#nonnie #q&a #anti taylor swift #shit swifties say #toxic swifties #free joe alwyn

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Reading Throne of Glass (4-9)

Again. I'm nitpicking, it's just how I enjoy a lot of my media. Overall I'm still giving the story a fair chance. (Except the Nehemia plotline)

Chapter 4

Really great opening paragraph, like honestly so good.

Proof sjm once understood that starvation would decrease breast size. Also proof that misogyny rots the brain cause god forbid Nesta didn't look hot enough for Cassian to fuck during her depressive breakdown.

Sorry, back to tog.

This chapter is great, amazing even.

Everything from Celaena falling asleep on the floor cause the bed feels too different after her horrible year in the mines

-> her reaction to sunlight and the small bits of hope she has

-> her figuring out a way to kill Chaol every 15 minutes.

-> her solemn reaction to the fact that no one else would be leaving the mines in anyway except death.

The scene with the dogs was nice. I like the interaction and characterization going on between these 3 main characters.

The scenery and worldbuilding is good too. We have Ellwye, the West, Wendlyn, The Witch Kingdom, the East, Endovier, Ardalan and Rifthold all mentioned and somewhat defined within narrative context. No info dumping, just small relevant tidbits.

Okay so Celaena is 18, Dorian is 20, Chaol is 22.

It's almost shocking how reasonable sjm used to be.

Celaena's a little crazy but it's fun sometimes. She says she's trying to get under Chaol's skin but she's the one saying he's not very nice and being bothered when he doesn't engage with her.

22 is much better than I thought. But he honestly has to be not only the best swordsman in the country but also a very high up, well connected young lord to be Captain of the Royal Guard.

Me and Celaena locked in, fr. She clocked him as a Lord.

Also characters with a strong sense of justice >>>>> another 5 points for Chaol.

Top tier chapter overall.

Chapter 5

The forest scene is cool. King Brannon. 2000 years ago. Fae. Hope this plays a big role.

If the Fae are just gonna be dudes who run around the same as humans (with pointy ears and magic) why make them immortal? I don't think sjm really comprehends the concept or how otherworldly it really is.

She knew plenty about this forest, knew that the denizens of this place had once been faeries: gnomes, sprites, nymphs, goblins, more names than anyone could count or remember. All ruled by their larger, human-like cousins, the immortal Fae—the original inhabitants and settlers of the continent, and the oldest beings in Erilea.

Just say Elves, I beg of you

Okay but surely the King of Ardalan, aka Dorian Senior, banning magic and making it disappear is an act of magic itself? Like unless bro is god, the simple act of banning magic would not erase its existence.

The King of Adarlan had outlawed it all—magic, Fae, faeries—and removed any trace so thoroughly that even those who had magic in their blood almost believed it had never really existed, Celaena herself being one of them.

This all just happened within the last maximum 30 years. She herself just told us Fae are immortal. How the fuck would they forget they ever had magic? There are humans old enough to still remember.

"It had been a while since she’d contemplated the gifts she’d lost, though the memory of her abilities haunted her dreams." okay so it's happened only in the last 10 years??? That means everyone still remembers. Why not just write that Celaena could barely remember instead of implying it was a common thing.

Still really like her descriptions of the forest and of the faeries.

I'm guessing gnomes left her flowers. We'll probably never see them again.

Chapter 6

Icy rain kept them company for four days, during which time Celaena was so miserably cold that she contemplated throwing herself into a ravine, hopefully dragging Chaol with her.

Her dedication to murdering him is quite endearing, I fear

The weather hits for me rn because it's autumn here too.

...the Crown Prince pulled out of line and came trotting toward them, his dark hair bouncing. His red cape rose and fell in a crimson wave. Above his unadorned white shirt was a fine cobalt-blue jerkin trimmed with gold. She would have snorted, but he did look rather good in his knee-high brown boots. And his leather belt did go nicely—even though the hunting knife seemed a bit too bejeweled.

Dorian the fashionista

Okay wait. The castle is half stone half glass... Can you just see into the castle? How did they even build that. If this was wheel of time or something I'd assume it was a modern skyscraper being seen through the eyes of people who didn't understand that. But there haven't been any other clues to suggest post apocalyptic fantasy stuff... Idk how I feel about this

The writing continues to be good. Celaena's dreams are pretty disturbing and her moment of quiet contemplation while staring at the greenish glow of the glass castle was really solemn and grounding. I think her thoughts about putting kingdoms behind her would have really hit if sjm revealed her identity and still had her refuse to rule.

"She wasn’t fated for anything. Not anymore"

During this scene the weight of her life experiences so far - running from her burning home at 8, losing her magic, being taken in by a man she couldn't trust, being made to murder for a living, being betrayed (most likely by that same man) and ending up in a slave mine - feels real, feels like it's made her truly lonely.

Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.

Okay so why didn't sjm give Feyre a moment like this if we're supposed to believe Rhysand is her destined true love.

Chapter 7

There's a sense of life in this story thats really missing from acotar. Rifthold has flags and sigils and trumpets announcing the Prince's return. The horses smell, the city smells, the spices from the market smell, the river smells. Like there's a world here and it's tangible.

Acomaf really is the grave. And stans act like it's her magnum opus. No wonder sjm doesn't talk to them.

From bearded peddlers to servant girls carrying armfuls of hatboxes, everyone paused as the flag-bearers trotted proudly ahead, and Dorian Havilliard waved. They followed the Crown Prince, who, like Chaol, was swathed in a red cape, pinned over the left breast with a brooch fashioned after the royal seal. The prince wore a golden crown upon his neat hair, and she had to concede that he looked rather regal. Young women flocked to them, waving. Dorian winked and grinned.

Nobody in Velaris or the Hewn City or Illyria gives a fuck about Rhysand like this lmaooo

Now that she noticed, there were countless chained slaves working the docks, lifting and sweating, holding parasols and pouring water, eyes on the ground or the sky—never on what was before them. She wanted to leap from her horse and run to them, or to simply scream that she wasn’t a part of this prince’s court, that she had no hand in bringing them here, chained and starved and beaten, that she had worked and bled with them, with their families and friends—she was not like these monsters that destroyed everything. That she had done something, nearly two years ago, when she had freed almost two hundred slaves from the Pirate Lord.

I get what sjm was trying to do but the White Woman Energy™ is off the charts. It's not about you and you being seen as bad. Decentre yourself from the slavery narrative, please and thank you.

Kinda disappointed Celaena didn't spot any other spies or assassins lurking about. She was strangely unobservant for once.

Spears erect, they held rectangular shields, and their eyes were dark beneath bronze helmets. Each wore a red cape. Their armor, while tarnished, was well crafted from copper and leather.

Actual description of uniform and weapons rather than just "Illyrian leathers" "Illyrian knives/swords" BUT why does the description sound like Roman soldiers when we're clearly in a renaissance-esque fantasy time period

No, okay, I don't like the literal glass castle on top of a stone castle. Celaena agrees.

Dorian: you won't compete as yourself, we'll keep it a secret.

Dorian at the entrance to the castle while nobles and guards are welcoming him back: WELCOME CELAENA SARDOTHIEN

They were each armed with a sword, knife, and crossbow, and though they’d been alert while their captain passed by, she knew a crossbow wasn’t exactly a light weight to bear for hours on end. Celaena crept to her bedroom window, pressing herself against the marble wall, and glanced down. Sure enough, the guards had already strapped the crossbows across their backs. It would waste precious seconds to grab the weapon and load it—seconds when she could take their swords, cut their throats, and vanish into the gardens.

Smart, and even adding to her character weight and credibility. She surveys the room, makes a weapon and categorises what she could use to kill. Legit feels like a competent assassin.

Even the clothes are so much better than in acotar. What happened to sjm??

“He has a big heart, His Highness.” hahaha Dorian is apparently out here hoeing, I respect it.

Not the literal throne of glass.

And then there was the matter of Dorian’s sapphire eyes—not even his mother had his eyes. No one knew where they came from.

I hope this matters

The conversation between Dorian Snr and Dorian Jr is loaded with politics:

King Dorian I is a conqueror

Dorian II doesn't want to inherit the empire.

The younger brother isn't really a threat, neither of them take Hollin seriously.

Ardalan is in active war against Wendlyn

Why call Celaena a witch if the race of Witch exists. Why not just call her a snake or temptress or something

Dorian wants to kill his dad. He just like me fr.

Chapter 8

Okay. Chaol has an eagle shaped pommel on his sword. Dorian's sigil is a wyvern. The guy Celaena ends up with can turn into a bird I think. Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel have bat wings. The love interest in Ccity is an angel. SJM has a thing for wings, yes?

Tamlin not having wings is more proof of Feylin not being endgame than anything else you can point to in the text.

Chaol is giving the assassin a tour of the castle... Is he stupid??

The competition begins tomorrow??????

“I don’t understand why you refuse to enter the glass addition,” he went on. “There’s no difference between the interiors—you wouldn’t even know that you were inside it unless someone told you or you looked out the window.”

I lack the visual imagination to understand what the fuck is going on with this building. It really just sounds like a skyscraper

A clocktower made of black stone. Something like you'd see at the Gates of Wyrd. Hmmm. King built a spooky magic tower thing around the birth of his son. The same king magically made magic disappear.... The gargoyle on the tower points to a tile in the garden with a symbol on it. It's feeling very Da Vinci Code rn

A library... I miss Nesta.

The letter exchange between Celaena and Dorian is better than anything in acomaf. I said what I said. Including it for proof:

Your Highness—

It has come to my attention that your library isn’t a library, but rather a personal collection for only you and your esteemed father to enjoy. As many of your million books seem to be present and underused, I must beg you to grant me permission to borrow a few so that they might receive the attention they deserve. Since I am deprived of company and entertainment, this act of kindness is the least someone of your importance could deign to bestow upon a lowly, miserable wretch such as I.

Yours most truly,

Celaena Sardothien

Celaena beamed at her note and handed it to the nicest-looking servant she could find, with specific instructions to give it immediately to the Crown Prince. When the woman returned half an hour later with a stack of books piled in her arms, Celaena laughed as she swiped the note that crowned the column of leather.

My Most True Assassin,

Enclosed are seven books from my personal library that I have recently read and enjoyed immensely. You are, of course, free to read as many of the books in the castle library as you wish, but I command you to read these first so that we might discuss them. I promise they are not dull, for I am not one inclined to sit through pages of nonsense and bloated speech, though perhaps you enjoy works and authors who think very highly of themselves.

Most affectionately,

Dorian Havilliard

What happened to Sarah, when did she abandon romance?

Also. Again. This is supposed to be kept secret but she signed her name??? And Dorian responds "my assassin" any courier or spy would have had them by the balls before the day was done.

IS THAT KALTAIN??? Her ladies are idiots.

Ahhh, classic YA girlhate

Chapter 9

Super short chapter.

Aww, Chaol.

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Overall I'm still enjoying this more than I expected.

Again what happened to sjm? This love triangle is building so well.

#ae read #throne of glass #sjm critical #celaena sardothien #dorian havilliard #chaol westfall #ae read throne of glass

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Dancing in the Dark And Rewatches (still day 3, but 3 am)

Loved the notes on previous posts! Please tell me your thoughts down below as they might differ with mine. *For example, a comment down below that helped me reframe the movie in a better light*

REWATCHED

Tonight, rewatched Telstar and Vengeance with the Brother(18). We usually play video games at night, but neither of us were in the mood and I didn't mind the rewatches.

It made both films much more entertaining. He's the type to make fun of any movie, so Vengeance was fun. If you read my post yesterday about that movie, we basically had the same quips and reactions. Telstar, however, was a trip.

We usually talk through movies. It's how we hang out without feeling the pressure to talk. The entire movie he was almost silent, he was interested. Flipped between hating the guy and kinda seeing his point. At the scene where douche face says 'I always knew you were a ____' he legit said "Wow, I didn't think I could sympathize with him, but fuck.". That's the good about this movie, it feels like these are people who lived fucked up lives.

We both agree ending that the scene was is just too much. We talked for half an hour about it and how the fuck this movie was adapted from the stage. How the entertainment industry fucks everyone over. We watched 1917 after, a fucking WW1 movie, and felt better emotionally at the end of that one than Telstar. I have no idea how Con could film those final scenes multiple times over for weeks. Overall, it's a better movie on rewatches.

In between, we watched Bob Odenkirk's Nobody, and 1917. His choices. Both highly recommend it. Nobody might be top 5 movies that came out 2021 for me.

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After watching mostly downers I chose Dancing in the Dark. Mainly because neither of us like Romances, and we are both so tired it's fun to make fun of. I knew this was highly recommended, and it was on YouTube. Again, I know this was some people's childhood but I was born 12 years after this was made.

Overall, it's not the worst "hallmark" romance I've seen. Con's great, just way to young. It felt odd going from one of Con's most recent movies at the start of the night to finish it off with this one. Me and my brother agreed he aged like wine (after watching Vengeance and con's depressed eyes, Con earns the genuine compliment). Age gives him wisdom where in this movie I'm just waiting for a Telstar-sized incident to ruin his life.

I like that the story revolved around her choice, and that in the end they didn't immediately make out in the car. Con's character gave her space, but let her know through smiling that he was thankful. She needs time and he needs to learn to cool his jets a bit before starting a relationship. Again, she's 21. As a 20-year-old mid-pandemic person right now, I could never.

Songs were great, and I liked how few sets they used. Self contained to a small town. Me and my brother joked about how much these brits would freak out living in rural US. Cause this 'tiny' town still has a multi-story club and enough people to host a pop star. 'A two hour drive from London'. Babe, I'm a seven-hour drive through the Rockies away from a town with more than sixty thousand people. I wish I could escape the way these two can.

I know that for where they're from this distinction matters, especially with their accents often being 'lower class'. The fact that Con's character with his accent is a hit is a giant deal. Yet I still snickered at some of the lines, so win some, lose some. Always learning and willing to hear.

Loved Con 'playing' Banjo, this was the only point in the movie I felt we got to learn what he was like. He got the right-hand picking movements close enough, so I'll vibe with it.

They mentioned accents at the very beginning of the movie, and I got excited. But Con's character didn't defend his home town, or the people/place he grew up in. Overall it just felt like some of his bandmates were Londoners putting up with their lead's shit. Which isn't great.

The movie rang a bit hollow to me. His 'this town is killing us' vibe rang true. I've listened to "So Many People" for the past six months since I've found it. Unlike them, leaving town for me means 100k in debt. Being the same-ish age as the main protagonists but not feeling like I could ever have this life. Our economy wasn't built for it. Not the pop star life, but having friends to hang out with. Carelessly going down the street, arm in arm. The ability to be openly queer in a friend group, or even date someone local.

Feeling free enough to consider going to school in anything unrelated to business or tech made me feel sad. God, I'm watching 30-year-old movies at 3am on discord with my brother. You know?

I only liked the romance cause they established they'd known each other before the movie, and that he still loved her. Made her jump to conclusions and feel less ridiculous.

THE RIDICULOUS PART WAS THE BRIDESMAIDS. My god, ladies, I get that you think this is last-minute jitters but at least hear her out. Ignoring her fears isn't doing shit but making things worse. The second fuck face tried to intimidate her in the bathroom, I would have thrown fucking hands.

The football players were all douches and I think their vial hatred got more screen time than the relationship. The fact that she was getting married soon should have been conflict enough. It's not brought up to Con's character until the last third of the movie.

Seeing Con say 'you stupid twat' with a big ol' grin made my Izzy fan heart happy. Seeing Con get attacked wasn't great, but I loved that this straight character just fucking chose clothing that made him feel comfortable. Again, I fell into the 'I know what you are' trap and tried to mentally keep him straight. I tried so hard, but after months of OFMD I just see a tiny Izzy.

I hope we internet people let Con keep his anonymity about that part of his private life until he wants to define it. He's been acting as queer characters for age and is clearly an ally, but god OFMD fandom makes me nervous.

I know Con left the singing world sometime after this movie. He prefers plays, and I still need to watch the other stuff he made around this age. I wish I was able to get my hands on bootlegs of his plays, but I don't think Con's versions exist.

This movie was a great pallet cleanse and a fun way to end a good evening.

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Cinematography: 6/10 Loved when Con's character just stared daggers into my love interest's eyes when singing 'Dancing in the Dark'. The camera pans back and forth and I realized she was supposed to be hypnotized by love. This is the only point in this movie where I feel like he's reluctant to let her back in. Other than that, standard 80s/90s movie.

Actors besides Con: 6/10 They were alright. Nothing too memorable, besides just general 'why are you the way that you are' about them. Again, I don't know how marriage-crazy people in their early 20s were in the 90s but it felt like the only thing they cared about. That and football, masculinity, and leaving a legacy on a tiny town where everyone already knows you. You do that by getting the fuck out and making yourself happy, dipshits.

Con: 7 or even an 8/10. He does a good job, but he's barely in it. The acting he does, that isn't singing, is great. Their relationship just doesn't move beyond the 'oh god, she's looking at me' phase. Hard to judge when all Con could do was play the 'cool boi with a soft side' angle. He does it so well, he seems so nice. That score went up at the end when he just asked if she was happy. He loved her, and he just wanted to see her live a good life. If that wasn't with him, then that's that. It was her movie, and that's alright. He's fun eye candy.

Story: 7/10. It's a hallmark movie pre hallmark. Wished everyone besides the footballers and our leading lady got more time. The two love interest bond after 55 minutes of a 90-minute movie, and all the real development happens in the last 15. I respect that the writers made Con's character the 'you're happiness matters more than my being with you does'.

Fun to make my brother watch, and a good time.

Overall I'd say a 7.5/8, regardless of how my math makes it out to be. The missing numbers get filled in by Con's leather outfit :). I would love to rewatch if bored and able to find it on YouTube. If you like romances, this will be more your thing. Con's great. Again, if I were to rewatch anything, it would be this or Vengeance. Telstar is just way too much to casually sit through.

Thank you so much people that are leaving suggestions! I've been writing OFMD stuff for Izzy, and going through these characters has actually helped me grasp how Izzy acts. Just by seeing how Con uses the same rule book to play emotions.

TOMORROW SCARBOROUGH AHOY! More gay shit! Yey!

#Dancin’ Thru The Dark (1990)#con o'neill #con oneill #dancing thru the dark #Con's Conography

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hello beloved!!! <3

13, 18, 26

oh my gosh my love!!! hello dearest <333

13. How many siblings do you have? Are you oldest, middle, or youngest?

UGHHHH. Lmao. Uuuh I have 3 siblings, two brothers and a sister- I'm the oldest!!! Tough tough job let me tell you. It's fun I guess, because I've got dirt on everyone and I'm one less for my parents to worry about. But it's also kinda tragic cuz I feel held to such a standard my siblings see me as enemy #1 because I "get everything I want". I mean YEAH I more or less do but consider: my work really hard to collect enough Parent Points to get my stuff soooo really it's their fault :/ NOT TO SOUND DRAMATIC but its also kinda tragic cuz like between me and my younger sister is nearly a whole lifetime. My youngest brother is in that horrible middle school boy phase, and the older one is so distant I think he'll ditch the family as soon as he can. Also- lmao the anger issues that run in this household!!!

ANYWAY THIS GOT OFF TOPIC (love chatting abt sibling dynamics) but yeah, 3 siblings, I'm the oldest, it's such a blast I would not trade this life for anything.

18. What's the most expensive thing you've ever bought?

Stares at my bookshelf that has over 3k dollars worth of books. uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hmmmmm. I mean, other than my books, my mom usually buys me most of my stuff. Like no yeah sure I go clothes shopping but she's always there cuz a) i cant make choices and b) i cant be trusted with a credit card and c) i dont have my own money ahahaha. So ummm yeah, most expensive thing has to be my books (bought a book once for 30 bucks.) or my computer/laptop/thing (200 bucks, but it was my dad who got it sooooo) I mean I have clothes that were rather expensive like coats and shoes, but I never bought that stuff with my own money (has never worked a real job in her life other than library tutoring) so my books are the #1 i guess.

26. Do you believe in second chances?

Hm. If it's an honest, little mistake, sure. But if it's something bigger? My pride won't let me. My mom drilled it into me pretty young. Funny enough I got pushed around pretty easily growing up, and I didn't really know how to say no (most of that was due to being thrown into an environment in which i a) could not speak nor understand the language and b) i was. well. Not White and thought I had to appease everyone so no one could pick on me). Anyway yeah my mom drilled it into me that second chances had to be earned and only for the right things. STORY TIME!!! Gosh oh gosh okay, so I got pushed back a couple years in school when we first moved to Canada, hence why I'm so behind on everything. When I (finally) hit 5th grade, I remember I made 2 good friends. One of them, my parents were friends with her parents, the other was this nice white girl whom friend A had known for a very long time. I was kindly invited into their group (I'd known them for about a year or so but was never very close) and I tagged along! It wasnt unusual, since we lived in a small area and went to the local school, so pretty much the entire grade knew each other and we (the 20 smth kids) were always in the same class together for a solid 3 years. Anyway, these girls were fun and we had a good time but shit went DOWN and it kind of fucked me up real bad. I still think abt it to this day. Long story short they spread shit abt people in their little diaries and the teachers caught them and they thought I was apart of it but TURNS OUT I was the CENTER of the shit talking and to this DAY, nearly a decade later, my parents refuse to tell me about any of it. I gave them quite a few chances before and after bc we had some fights, and in the end it like just. it humiliated me completely. Anyway lmao um um um yeah, ever since that shit I kind of stuck to avoiding second chances.

If it's not deserved, it's not happening. They're cut from my life immediately. I simply refused to let myself be put in that same vulnerable position again. So no, I don't really believe in second chances. If it was an honest mistake, a misunderstanding, miscommunication or something harmless, I'm okay. It's fine, it'll wash over. But most other shit? Man I can't handle it at ALL. My pride genuinely won't let me. I'll end up burning all the bridges in anger before I even consider it.

UMMM THAT WAS LONG WOW but im tired and idc anymore. WHOOPS

THANKS FOR THE ASK AMPHI i love you :D

#clem talks <3 #thatttt was longgggg #man i still think abt 5th grade #what a shit show #anyway yeah second chances are very rare from me :/

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So I have some Eddie Gluskin headcanons

The entirety of this post uses the small amounts of information given to us by the devs and rolls with the hints to create a coherent timeline and pile of headcanons that I choose to associate with Eddie. So all in all, this is my personal speculation!

-Eddie was born in 1967, in a pretty rural household. No information is given as to where, nor do I have strong feelings as to where. I could see it being anywhere in the south, Canada, or even in the same state as the asylum, Colorado.

-He often claimed he was in a "Leave it to Beaver" type of household, bringing forth the idea that often times, the main rules for his house were "do good, get rewards. Do bad, get punished"

With the level of disturbance Eddie has and how vile his father was willing to be, it can be argued that Eddie met more with the punishment over the praise almost constantly.

Also speculating from his more misogynistic wording and thoughts on women during the riot, its more than likely he personally witnessed his father abuse his mother on more than one occasion.

-Eddie often gravitated towards his mother's pattern books and took great delight in watching her sew when he had that chance to. She found it endearing but whenever he was caught by his father it wouldn't end well. Leading Eddie to only be able to enjoy himself when his father was gone, if at all.

-I believe the incident with his father and uncle to have taken place when Eddie was at the age of ten, meaning around 1977. The incident was incredibly traumatic and left him with plenty of mental scars that wouldn't even start to heal for years.

Eddie was too young to understand that what happened to him was wrong. Just that it hurt, suggesting to the idea that this was more than likely the start of his growing internalized homophobia.

-Eddie was taken in to child psychiatric care after his father and uncle were incarcerated, where he never got truly fantastic help. It was the 70s and he lived somewhere that getting help for your mind wasn't all that well known, so Eddie was left to stew with his inner turmoil on his own, in a house that didn't let him talk about it. In a town that knew just a little too much.

-by the age of 16, Eddie was able to explore more into sewing and the machines that were used to do it, getting him up to a pretty decent skill level. But among that, being the only man left in the house, he often found himself having to learn many other skills such as wood working, and general handiwork. His mother's now depression often leaving him to pick up the slack and take on a lot of stress.

He also learned how to drive a car, whether or not he did it legally is still up for debate.

-once he hit 17 is when the worse of the incidents went down. His mother had spiraled and Eddie was left to do all the work. Lack of anything more teens his age would be doing, and the previous trauma had begun to build up in him. Until he snapped late at night when he was pestered by two other teens girls, wanting to get to know him. But instead he hurt them so.

-the incident was big and up on the news, local teen mutilated to others in cold blood. He was sent to an asylum at age 18 after a long struggle in the court system.

-Eddie found himself locked in asylum after asylum for long years. Most of his youth and young adult life was spent with him in denial and often constant back tracking until he was sent to a more suited institute for problems such as his at yhe age of 30.

With the new age medicine and care, Eddie finally began to show improvement from his trauma after 20 years of stagnation. Remorse and guilt for what he had down as a teenager showed first, then the guilt for what he felt towards his mother when he was younger.

It took a few years before he started to battle his deep-seated internalized homophobia.

-During his time in this particular asylum, it was not uncommon for Eddiento get plenty of visitors that wanted to talk to him about his incident when he was 17; trying to pull out any scrap of hidden information for documentaries or personal crime videos about the murder.

Eddie never accepted any visitors he did not recognize.

-Mount Massive was reopened in 2009 and Eddie was forcibly transfered there. Murkoff wanted to have plenty of test subjects for their programs and in turn, Eddie made the perfect candidate for Murkoff as without anyone of the outside waiting for him, there was no one to be worried if he ever went missing or was never seen again.

His incredible trauma and psychiatric turmoil also worked well for them and their testing in the Walrider, as the creature stemmed on making any of these problems skyrocket. All forms of mental illness were fresh for the picking.

-Eddie began to regress and revert all the progress he had made while there. It could have been the lack of stimulation in that dilapidated place (Murkoff never working to clean up the abandoned building once they got there, hence the incredible rot and dirt), maybe it was just work of the walrider itself leaking into the minds of anyone they worked with, or perhaps it was the cruelty brought down on him just as any other patient stuck there. Either way. All his work had been destroyed and he began reacting violently and maliciously again.

Specific cruelty such as secual abuse by the doctors, shown plainly by waylon's trip into the box or the noteson Richard Trager.

It's also known that they wanted to elicit reactions out of the patients, so often the documentation (photographs) of the abuse from his childhood would have absolutely begun to destroy his state of mind.

-in 2013, when he was pulled into the device, he had only one moment to try and find help. Unlike all the other interested and tired eyes staring him down like cattle, the computer tech was scheduled only one who seemed distraught and scared, just as he was. So that's why he jumped Waylon.

Now for the fun part:

-Eddie wears gloves because his hands constantly ache, they also are covered in scars and wear and tear, so he doesn't like the look of them

-his height hits around 7 feet tall, making him a monstrous man to face while running in the asylum

-Eddie actually really enjoys creative skills, taking up sewing, crafting, art, woodworking, and even automotive work to keep himself up on the times. He would find it fun to build a motorcycle one day.

-while he sang a pretty outdated song in game, Eddie actually has a deep love for rock and ballads, ranging anywhere from the 80s to the early 2000s.

-eddie's death is actually a fit of clarity. As we could see, most of the game he has no problem lifting, throwing, and dragging Waylon around, a pulley system should have made that easier. But suddenly Waylon was too heavy, I like to think he had a moment of clarity at the end, even with his delusional talking.

-I personally believe Eddie to be entirely homosexual but that's just my take on it all (sips tea)

-I also personally don't believe if had seen a woman during his mania that he would have been smitten with her. The level of mania was obviously far too strong and he people would have just hurt a woman just as he would a man, if anything maybe slightly differently.

-throughout the game, a lot of incidents are pretty clear, including variants pleasing themselves over corpses, there is never any sign that Eddie would have edged towards anything like that. All of his attacks are incredibly nonsexual even with his commentary.

-Eddie loves to cook as well, reminds him of his mother when. He could have fond memories of her.

And remember kids, he's a fictional character and it's more fun to look at things through colorful lenses rather than those just in black and white. The point of Frankenstein is that the scientist was the monster and not the creature! Don't forget about those critical thinking essays you had to do in high-school, that's what these moments are for!

Not to mention, the entire point of horror is to scare and terrify you, so killing is kinda par for the course, best not to think that hard about it!

#i also want his gender #but thats just a me thing #time for the hate to pile in!#eddie gluskin #outlast whistleblower #outlast #tw sa mention

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book-of-baba-fett · 3 years

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Illicit Affairs - Chapter 5

2 months after being rescued from the island, the 501st has leave on Coruscant when a mission takes them undercover in a familiar setting. Misunderstandings and timing drove Rex and Talia apart, each doubting what had happened with the other, but now they're forced to see each other again.

Captain Rex x Ofc

Chapter Rating: E for Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Alcohol, drinking to repress feelings, canon-typical violence, Angst (lots of self doubt and yearning in this one folks), creep at a bar, fingering, PiV, cumming on someone (not sure what the best wording is but yeah)

A/n: Sorry, this is a really long one y'all, but it didn't make sense to split up (I didn't want y'all to wait for more of the smut). The next chapter will probably be very short for spacing. See if you can count all the unnamed cameos in this chapter. As always, reblogs/comments/anon asks are so appreciated! And my ever-growing gratitude to @galacticgraffiti for being my beta-reader!

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Updated: 2/12/2024

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Coruscant – 20 BBY

“Thank you for gathering at such short notice, men.” General Kenobi said, gesturing to the group of clones filling the small briefing room of the Republic base on Coruscant. Rex had been in the mess with Jesse, Fives, and Kix when Cody commed him telling him to pick three men for a special assignment, and their proximity to the Captain made them an easy choice. Cody hadn’t given any details yet, but he was confident they could handle anything thrown at them, and ever since the mission the ended with them crash landing on the island Rex was sure to always have a medic around.

The island…

Rex took a large gulp of his caf as he steered his thoughts back to the briefing. That was almost two months ago, and he hadn’t seen Talia since then. He couldn’t dwell on it anymore. Rex felt Ahsoka’s gaze on him and cursed at himself as he focused on what Kenobi was saying; Ahsoka had admitted to him once that she wasn’t skilled enough with the Force to truly sense a person’s thoughts but sometimes the young Togruta’s probing gaze felt like she knew everything that was passing in and out of his head. It was really just familiarity and came in handy in combat, but when Rex was more distracted the last thing he would want was Ahsoka or Anakin knowing what was distracting him.

Rex, Fives, Jesse, Kix, and Cody stood around a round holotable, fully armored apart from helmets at their hips. Obi-Wan and Anakin stood across the table from them , with Ahsoka in the middle.

“We intercepted some comm chatter this morning, “ Anakin started, his arms crossed over his chest. “A decent group of bounty hunters have collected on the planet, all after the same target with a high bounty. We picked it up too late to identify their target, but we know where they’ll be staking out tonight. This is where you boys come in; normally this is something the Jedi could handle on our own, but with the location we could benefit from your help.”

Anakn clicked a side of the holotable and a display of buildings formed; even in the blue light the landscape was familiar to the men looking at it.

“79’s?” Fives asked as his brow creased, “What target would be heading to a clone bar?”

“Sadly, the chatter we picked up was incomplete; we don’t know who they’re looking for,” Obi-Wan explained, rubbing his chin. “All we know is, according to our info, the target will be at 79’s tonight; we don’t know what species, age, gender they are or who’s put the bounty on them. Just that they’re wanted alive.”

“I know this isn’t the way you boys wanted to go out tonight,” Cody said, facing his four brothers. “But if the Jedi go alone, that would be too obvious. Them tagging along with us, gives an extra few eyes to figure out what’s going on.”

“Normally we wouldn’t be so involved with the underworld,” Obi-Wan continued, “but some of the hunters responding to this hit are dangerous and wanted by the Republic; Cad Bane is one of the hunters expected to show up and this could be an opportunity to bring him in.”

“With that hat, he shouldn’t be too difficult to spot,” Ahsoka mumbled out the corner of her lips to a smirking Anakin.

“Anakin and I will join you men in the bar, while Ahsoka keeps a lookout outside,” Obi-Wan said, ignoring the annoyed huff next to him. “Don’t spread this information outside of this group; the purpose is to blend in and catch the hunters and figure out who they’re after that they would be so bold on the upper levels of Coruscant.”

“Understood, Sir,” Rex nodded, gesturing to the men beside him. “We’ll take down those bounty hunters before they can cause too much trouble.” Obi-Wan nodded at the clones in front of him before leaving the room, Cody nodded at Rex and quickly followed his General out.

Anakin strutted out, Ahsoka close at his side, as he clamped Rex on the shoulder and said, “Sorry to take away your night off, boys.”

“I have a feeling it will still be an interesting night,” Fives replied, shrugging his shoulders as the group exited the briefing room. “Just curious about who the target is they’re after; 79’s isn’t known for its diverse clientele.”

“Couldn’t be a clone, could it?” Kix asked, his brows furrowed in thought.

“I don’t think anything is out of the question at this point,” Rex grumbled as they strode down the durasteel hallways of the base. “We’ll have to keep our wits about us and our heads clear. No distractions tonight.” With the last part he glanced over his shoulder at Jesse and Fives behind him, both of whom rolled their eyes.

“At least you guys will be occupied; I just get to stand watch outside all night,” Ahsoka mumbled bitterly. Fives let out a chuckle as he elbowed the Jedi next to him.

“Don’t worry, kid, we’ll sneak you in another time,” Fives teased, earning a glare from Anakin, Rex, and Kix. Jesse huffed a laugh, only to be cut off with a slap in his armor from Kix. Fives quickly held his hands up in resignation, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding; I’m not trying to help her into the bar!"

Rex sighed and shook his head, continuing to walk to his quarters to prepare for the mission when he heard Fives whisper, “Seriously, we’ll figure it out another time."

They arrived early in the night but 79’s was already lively; the bass was pumping with bodies filling the dance floor, loud voices shouting, and the air thick with a haze of strobe lights. As expected, the majority of the crowd was filled with clones but there were few other races of sentients gathering in the two-level club for a night out. Cody and Obi-Wan had gotten there first, sequestering a large booth for the men to sit at; they were situated in a corner of the club where they could easily survey the crowd for anything out of the ordinary. They crowded in, Rex sitting at the edge, his eyes narrowing at a large open bottle in the center.

“It’s just water in a vodka bottle,” Cody explained, reading Rex’s gaze as he slid into the booth. “Figured it would look too odd if we just sat around here with nothing all night.”

“Good call,” Rex smirked at his brother, pouring a ‘shot’ and downing it. They leaned back, taking in the packed dance floor and lines of patrons around the bar; what had seemed like a straightforward mission turned out to be more complicated in practice. Even though 79’s was filled with mostly clones, there were more natborns than normal tonight; something that usually boded ill in the clone establishment, in Rex’s experience. Women were usually fine since they were just looking for a fun night out and hoping to meet some clones, and while there were natborn men who came in for similar reasons without causing problems, the straight ones usually just made the women uncomfortable and tried picking fights with the clones.

Rex’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed the crowd, trying to recognize the faces of any potential bounty hunters that he had studied before leaving base. Cody and Obi-Wan left the booth briefly after to patrol the bar, trying to get a better glance around as the crowd filled in. Anakin sat at ease, striking a conversation with Jesse and Kix that Rex couldn’t hear over the noise in the club. Fives sat on Rex’s left, lounging back in the booth as he swirled the water in his glass, brows furrowed as he scanned the bar. Rex leaned back, preparing for a long night of waiting when something caught his eye that made him wish the drink in his hand was stronger.

She walked in wearing an emerald, satin slip dress that hit midway on her thighs, sporting gold heels that showed off her legs; the dress itself wasn’t scandalous but it draped along her curves in a way that caught Rex’s breath. Her blonde hair draped in loose curls just below her shoulders, her lips were painted red and curved in a smile as she spoke with a brown-skinned girl with auburn, braided locks wearing striped high-waisted pants and a halter top. Her other companion was a Chalactan girl with shiny, raven hair flowing down her back, wearing a cream dress. She stood in between her friends, who Rex didn’t recognize as Jedi. Her head turned away from her friend, a smile still lighting her face until her eyes widened as they locked with Rex’s.

Talia.

Rex knew he should have averted his gaze, but he couldn’t break it, it felt like he was locked in place. He leaned onto the table with his elbow, his hand rubbing along his chin, goosebumps forming on his skin as his thumb dragged over the raised skin of the scar, remembering the ghost of her lips along it. Next to him Fives caught Rex’s tenseness and raised his brows at his brother, then followed his eyeline and let out a low whistle.

“She cleans up well, doesn’t she?” Fives smirked at Rex who stayed tense next to him, his jaw clenched now in irritation. Rex caught Anakin’s eyes as he finally tore his sight from Talia, only to see the male Jedi wearing an amused expression as he cocked a brow at Rex. Rex forced a cough and straightened himself out. Fives was still fixing him with a shit-eating smirk and Rex cut him off before he could make another stupid remark.

“I didn’t realize General Riva was on this assignment too?” Rex directed at Anakin, trying to mask the curiosity in his voice.

Anakin frowned, his eyes narrowing in the direction Talia stood, “She’s not, at least she’s not supposed to be.” Before Rex could follow up with another question, out of the corner of his eyes he caught Talia’s friend with the auburn hair elbow Talia and tilt her head in the direction of the booth. Talia exhaled, ran her fingers through her hair and nodded at the friend before stepping in the direction of the booth.

“Hi there,” Talia called out as she approached, a half a smile on her lips as she fidgeted with the strap of the gold purse worn in a long strap over her shoulder. Fives, Jesse, and Kix shot her big smiles as they greeted her; Anakin merely nodded, still sporting his narrowed gaze but his face less tense. Rex didn’t react, not that it would have mattered because Talia’s pointed gaze seemed to be avoiding him. She tilted her head at the now half empty ‘vodka’ bottle in front of them, “I see you boys are already having fun.”

“Come on in, we have more room!” Jesse waved at her, earning a step on the foot from Kix. Talia raised a brow at him when he grunted but chose to ignore it when the auburn-haired friend cleared her throat.

“Sorry, where are my manners; this is my friend Zahara, she’s an aide in the Chancellor’s office,” Talia said, gesturing to the girl with brown skin and auburn hair who shot the men with a dazzling smile. Talia then waved her hand to the Chalactan, “ And you might know her already, but this is Agastya, she’s a nurse and she sometimes picks up shifts at the base.”

Agastya lifted a hand in a small wave; Rex couldn’t help but notice the way Kix’s cheeks flushed as he smiled at the nurse. Smirking to himself, he allowed himself a glance back to Talia’s face as she listened to her friends chatting with the table. Her hair wasn’t the only change in her appearance; barely noticeable in the dim light of the bar was a light, thin scar starting from the inner corner of her eye diagonally across her nose. She wore winged eyeliner around her eyes; Rex wondered if she did it to distract from the new scar. Talia’s gaze darted to Rex briefly, just to lower them in a hurry once she locked eyes with him.

“Well, we won’t take up more of your time,” she abruptly said, tugging at Zahara’s arm as she protested. Agastya shot Talia a curious glance then furrowed her brows in Rex’s direction, but she didn’t say anything. Talia saluted the men with two fingers to say goodbye, then turned and Rex could hear her say, “I need a damn drink.”

If she had hoped for a quick route to the bar, her hopes were in vain as Cody and Obi-Wan were in her path, the latter of whom stopped her to chat. Talia fidgeted with her dress but kept a smile on her face as she introduced her friends to the Jedi and the Commander. Obi-Wan patted her on the shoulder and turned to return to the table; Talia bolted to the bar with her friends in tow, both casting very confused glances as she ordered a round of shots, just for Talia to down hers instantly and order another drink.

Cody and Obi-Wan strolled back to the table, sliding to the booth. “Did you all see Talia? Charming girl,” Obi-Wan said as he poured himself a glass of water.

“Yeah, I didn’t know she was tagging along on this,” Anakin said bluntly. Rex suddenly remembered the annoyance Anakin had shown that night so long ago on Naboo when Talia had shown up unexpectedly, Anakin must still have a sore spot with the council over that.

“She’s not,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head with a small frown. “Seems to be just enjoying a night out.”

“I thought the 412th was stationed near Sullust?” Rex asked Cody, keeping his tone level as he probed for information.

“They are, well what’s left of them is anyway,” Cody stated grimly. All the men at the table silenced, a particularly tired look growing on Obi-Wan’s face; an expression that formed frequently when anything related to the renegade Sith Maul. Talia and the 412th had been on a relief mission when Maul and his brother, Savage Opress, attacked. Some of her men had evacuated villagers to the Republic Cruiser, but anyone who couldn’t make it to the dropships in time was massacred. Talia had been able to hold them off temporarily, but her skills were no match for the former Sith Lord; by the time Obi-Wan and the 212th got there to aid them, Maul had been gone, and Talia was lucky to be alive. Rex realized the scar she bore must have been from the battle.

“The council felt like Talia needed a break from command after her losses, she seemed to be taking a lot of them personally,” Obi-Wan said, a pit forming in Rex’s stomach as she remembered Talia and his conversation on the beach. “She went on a few undercover missions, but she still seemed distracted, so they’ve had her stationed here on Coruscant for a few weeks now.”

“She deserves a break,” Anakin said grimly.

“You’re right, she does,” Obi-Wan nodded sagely. His brows furrowed in thought before he continued, “Her friend…she said she was an aide in the Chancellor’s office?”

“She did…wait, you don’t think-“ Anakain started, his brows furrowing.

“That she could be the target? Possibly,” Obi-Wan said, looking at Talia’s group at the bar; Talia was already ordering another drink. “They could be looking for information, or a way to get into the office; it wouldn’t be the first time in this war the Separatist hire bounty hunters, and a group of them have already found their way into the Senate once.”

A few rounds of fake vodka later, the group split up around the bar; Anakin thought he recognized a Zabrak bounty hunter sitting near the bar, so he sent Jesse closer to scope her out while Anakin paced the upper level of the bar. Troops from the 212th kept coming up to Cody and he couldn’t purposefully ignore his men, so he left to stand at a high rise table with them, his eyes darting around the bar frequently. Obi-Wan was off, saying he was just keeping a look out but Rex had a feeling he was off in a corner of the bar ordering something besides water. Kix, Fives, and Rex were the ones holding down the booth; Rex leaned back, one of his hands resting on the back of the cushions as he surveyed the crowd again, only for his gaze to linger on Talia once more. Her and her friends had camped out at the bar, ordering more shots as the night went on. Talia tilted her head back, laughing at something Zahara said, and Rex felt a pang in his chest when he remembered what had happened to her at the hands of Maul; how could someone go through hell and put on such a happy face?

Zahara and Agastya said something to Talia before leaving as she waved them off. She turned to face the bartender, signaling for another round as a Weequay man occupied the empty stools next to her. The man leaned close to Talia, saying something that had her tense. Rex’s fists clenched, but he didn’t have to do anything because whatever Talia said to the man made him scowl and scoot down a few spaces at the bar.

“Look, if you don’t get off your ass and talk to her; I will,” Fives nudged Rex, fixing his brother with a set of raised eyebrows. Rex tossed a glare at Fives, heat rushing to his face as he shook his head. He looked back at Talia alone at the bar, her foot rapidly tapping on the floor as she sucked down her drink. Rex wanted nothing more than to stand up, take the seat next to her, and make her laugh like how she had done with her friend a few moments before. But as he remembered where he was and how they had left things when he last saw her, doubt creeped into his gut.

“I..I can’t,” Rex sighed, rubbing his hand over his head.

Fives shrugged, stood in the booth and slid out, “Your loss then.”

Talia needed to slow down; this gin and tonic was, what, her fourth, maybe fifth? And then there were the shots – it was never good to mix liquor that much but her head and heart had been pounding since she entered the club. 79’s was possibly on the lowest of the list of places she wanted to go, but Zahara had been going on all week about how she wanted it to be the place they went for her birthday, so Talia had to give in to her friend. Not that she didn’t like the clone bar; she was one of the few Jedi who actually went there ever since some of her troops had invited her early on in the war and she always had a good time relaxing with the boys. She knew the 501st had been planet side for the first time in a while, so she had been expecting to see a few of the boys in blue out, but she had talked herself down from her anxiety, thinking how Rex was probably busy so he probably wouldn’t make an appearance tonight. Sometimes she felt like she was a punching bag for the Force’s sense of humor.

When she caught his gaze walking into the club it was like the air had been sucked out of her lungs; his intense stare lingering on her numbed all the thoughts in her brain and it was just her luck that Zahara noticed something was up and wanted to meet the clones at the table she caught Talia staring at. Talia couldn’t bear the heat radiating off him and felt like a coward when she couldn’t meet his eyes, but in the moment her eyes flicked to his she felt that familiar surge of electricity and the pang of hurt in her gut that she thought she had moved past. What had she done wrong?

The music in the bar echoed in her mind as she watched the clones around the bar use a night off to escape the war; she huffed in annoyance as she felt caged by the one thing she wanted to get away from. Goosebumps prickled on her neck and she was sure eyes still lingered on her, but she couldn’t risk another glance back; that would just humiliate her even further. Even now she could still feel his hands on her skin, his lips a phantom presence still lingering on her, the way he had looked at her full of desire burned into her brain and words of how much he wanted her repeated in her head; but if he had wanted her, why had he switched so suddenly the next day, turning from an adoring lover to an indifferent stranger within minutes? Not even just that that had been moments before; Rex had always been kind and, dare she assume, a friend to her, but once the dropship arrived to pick them up he had acted like she wasn’t even there. The bitterness of rejection brewed in her stomach, because that was the only explanation for it; they’d had one good fuck and that had been enough to satisfy him. And she couldn’t fault him for that necessarily, even if it hurt. No, more than the confusion plaguing her mind she was frustrated with her own resolve.

Taking another gulp of her drink, she cursed herself for how weeks of meditation were thrown out the window; she shouldn’t be feeling this way. She should be just as aloof and indifferent, able to regard it like the quick fling it actually was instead of repeating it every night before she went to bed. She was a Jedi for kark’s sake; she had trained her whole life to not form attachments.

Oh, for kark’s sake don’t go saying you’re attached, she cursed herself, that’ll just make you feel more pathetic.

It was just a one-time thing, she could and should accept that. Kriff, her first time had been a one-night stand, and she hadn’t been as internally wrecked as she was now. She at least had the excuse of the lingering effects of her fight with Maul and Savage to make the council believe that was the reason why she was off; not that that was helping her restless mind. She could barely close her eyes without seeing the red and black tattooed face of Maul imprinted in her vision, and the only thing she could think of for comfort was bare backs lying beneath the sun and tender kisses brushing along scarred skin.

She finished her drink and slammed it on the counter, catching the sulking Weequay man she had rejected a few minutes ago out of the corner of her eye. Talia couldn’t help but chuckle at the guy who thought he could pick up women in a clone bar; if women were coming here to get laid they pretty much had a type.

“Could you use some company?” a familiar voice drawled in her ear. Talia rolled her eyes as she turned to face Fives, who fixed her with a smug glance as he leaned over the bar next to her.

“Not really, but I could use another drink,” Talia cocked a brow at the ARC Trooper who waved his hand at the bartender, ordering another round for the Jedi. When the drink came he slid it into Talia’s hands as she furrowed her brow at him.

“What, nothing for yourself?” She asked, pouring back the drink.

“Oh, uh no, “ he stuttered, turning around at the bar so both his elbows rested on the counter as his front faced the dance floor behind Talia, his head still tilting down to look at her. “I pre-gamed a little too hard at base and I want to make sure I last the night.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, not really convinced. She took another gulp of her drink, draining the contents as she set it on the counter.

“Woah, slow down there,” he mocked, a light laugh escaping but a glimpse of concern in his eyes.

Talia shrugged, “It’s my night off; I can have fun sometimes, you know.”

“Oh, I do know,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her with trouble glinting in his amber irises, earning a light slap on his armored shoulder. That struck Talia as odd too, normally Fives would forgo the top half of his kit when at the bars. Now that she thought of it; their entire table was fully suited and armed…

“Ok, what are you guys up to tonight?” She bluntly asked.

“Nothing, just a night out with the boys!” he waved her off with a nervous shrug. At her intense stare he fumbled, explaining about the plot with the bounty hunters and their mysterious target.

“And Master Kenobi thinks it could be Zahara?”

“Possibly, we just don’t have any other leads yet,” he said. Talia pursed her lips in doubt, sure Zahara had more access to the Chancellor than the average citizen, but sending bounty hunters after her was a stretch.

“How about a dance,” Fives cut across her thoughts.

“I can’t dance,” she scoffed.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re not that bad,” he stood up, offering a hand out to her with a sly smile. She rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, but grabbed his hand, adjusting her dress as she leaned up.

“Oh, so you’ll go for a clone, huh?” The surly weequay called out, a sour expression on his face. Fives scowled and opened his mouth to say something when Talia pressed a hand on his chest and turned her head to face the man.

“What can I say; they have a pretty face,” she grabbed Fives’ hand and dragged him to the dance floor.

Surrounded by clones and other dancers, Talia shuffled her feet clumsily, trying to stay in rhythm as she was bumped and prodded by people around her; she hadn’t realized how crowded it had gotten. After standing still for too long the alcohol seemed to hit her system suddenly, her legs like jelly and her visions whirring under the strobing lights. Fives grabbed hold of her hands to steady her as she swayed off beat.

“Ok, you weren’t kidding; you suck at dancing,” he chuckled slowly as he leaned into her ear. He swung her hands slowly to the beat, a grin holding on his face as he moved her with him; “You gotta relax. Here, let me show you how.”

His hands swayed with hers, his hips hitting every beat of the song and making Talia giggle as Fives winked at her. Once she relaxed, she felt more at ease and let loose a bit more; her hips shimmying with the song as the alcohol helped lower her inhibitions too.

With a devilish grin Fives twirled her and pulled her back against his chest. His hand resting firmly on her hips, a presence guiding her to the beat. The bumping beat drove them, swaying together, the plastoid of his codpiece slightly grinding into her as she pushed back against him. Talia’s eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered to the music, leaning her head back over Fives’ armored chest, it was uncomfortable with his pauldron on, but in her tipsy state she didn’t care. His breath fanned hot along her neck as his lips kept a hair length away from her skin. She lost herself in the music, rolling her hips back against Fives as he slowly groaned from the pressure on his codpiece. Her eyes fluttered open, the lazy smile that was on her lips froze as her body tensed.

Rex was leaning back and spread wide in the booth, one arm resting along the top edge and the other harshly gripping the glass on the table in front of him so hard Talia could swear it was about to break. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes narrowed as he watched Talia and Fives. Talia could feel his glare like pinpoints into her skin. Her cheeks hot, she quickly flipped around to face Fives, unable to hold the heat coming from Rex any longer. Fives’s eyes rounded at her in concern, but when he looked over her shoulder, understanding dawned on his face before he leaned low to whisper into Talia’s ear.

“I wanted to see if we could make Rex jealous, but now I feel a little bad.” Talia leaned back, shooting Fives a confused glance. He shook his head in exasperation at her, a cheeky grin growing on his face, “Oh come on, Tal; the man has had a crush on you for ages.”

Talia’s movements slowed as doubt creeped back into her gut; there’s no way that could be true when he had been so cold with her. But you know how he acted with you before. And had she made him jealous by dancing with Fives? The thought somehow thrilled her, thinking she had that power. But then irritation flamed at Fives for getting her hopes up. Shaking her head out to ignore the debate of mixed feelings going on in her mind she tried to get back into the dance but now she was more aware of the set of eyes on her back.

“I must confess, I have an ulterior motive for asking you to dance,” Fives hummed into Talia’s ear. Talia tensed, having a good idea at what he meant by an ‘ulterior motive’ but was surprised when Fives continued, “I was actually hoping you could give me a better introduction to your friend, Zahara.”

Fives tilted his head to their right, where a few groups over Zahara and Agastya were dancing with each other; he smiled bashfully at Talia as she tilted her head back in laughter but ultimately nodded and grabbed Fives arm to bring him over to her friends. Both girls waved over, large grins on their faces as they welcomed Talia and Fives into their circle; Zahara’s eyes had a particular sparkle in them as she slid next to Fives to dance. They danced from one song to the next, a few clones Talia knew joining occasionally to say ‘hello’.; a particularly confident shiny caught Agastya’s attention and she was dancing with him while Fives and Zahara were growing very comfortable with each other. Talia swayed with the music, trying to ignore how much she wanted someone to join her when her treacherous eyes glanced his way to see Rex leaned dover in his booth, in conversation with Anakin, but his eyes were still on Talia.

The room was spinning and suddenly out of air; she didn’t want to be on this dancefloor anymore. Voicing an excuse to her friends, she made her way to the exit, clumsily shrugging past dancers on the floor.

Rex couldn’t help but watch Talia on the dance floor; the way her dress hugged her curves and the way she moved with the music made it impossible for him to tear his eyes away even as Anakin tried to drive the conversation next to him. Rex selfishly admitted he was relieved when Fivess started to dance with Talia’s friend; Rex had almost jumped out of the booth when he saw his vod’s hands all over the body that Rex wanted to claim for himself.

Haar’chak, you know she’s not yours, Rex admonished himself. She probably wants his hands more than she wants yours. But Rex couldn’t fully believe that…Hell, it didn’t matter what Rex believed, there was nowhere to go further.

Talia’s head flipped around as she danced, her eyes briefly meeting him and the smile on her face faded; punching Rex’s gut in the process. She left her friends in a hurry, and Rex was resigned to wait at the table when his eyes caught the Weequay man who had come up to Talia at the bar slam down a drink before sauntering out of the bar behind her.

Rex was vaguely aware of Anakin calling his name as he stood up and strode after them. He pushed his way through the crowd and out the doors of 79s; the landing platform had a few lingering tropes and natborns milling about smoking death sticks, but it wasn’t crowded. A flash of emerald green caught his eyes to his left and he saw Talia, the Weequay a few yards behind her.

“Hey, bitch!” the man slurred reaching his arms to grab Talia at her shoulder. Anger flared in Rex’s veins as his pace quickened to pummel that scum into the dirt, but Talia was quicker.

She stepped on the man's foot with her heel, then grabbed his arm and flipped him over her roughly; his body slamming flat into the ground. The nearby clones cheered, whistling at Talia as she stood victorious over the stunned man. She stepped on his chest and practically growled, “Get the fuck out of here.”

The man scrambled from under her feet, crawling away before finding his footing and sprinting off into the city. Talia shook herself out, her breathing slightly heavier when she turned back and froze, seeing Rex right behind her.

Talia’s heart was still pounding from the creep, but it didn’t calm when she saw Rex there, his fists clenched as if he were prepared to dive into action. They stood there staring at each other, Rex shifting from one foot to the other and Talia crossing her arms in front of her.

“That was pretty impressive,” Rex broke the silence, a hand coming up to rub the back of his head.

“Thanks,” Talia said, her gaze lowering and rising again. The tension still layered thickly around them; the other clones outside were already focusing on their own groups and ignoring their brother and the Jedi standing feet apart from each other.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, no,” Talia waved off Rex’s concern, his gaze softening as he nodded, but his feet seemed planted into the ground because he didn’t leave. “I just wanted some air.”

Rex nodded, turning his body as if he were about to step away, but his feet stayed planted on the ground.

“Any luck on the bounty hunters?” Talia asked, Rex’s head snapped back to her, confusion scrunching his face. “Fives told me.”

Rex snorted, his voice gruff, “Yeah, I’m sure he had a lot of time to fill you in.”

Talia’s jaw dropped as her temper flared. “Excuse me?”

“You two were getting pretty close in there.”

“You have no right to judge me.” She turned on her heels and stormed off towards an alley, aware of the heavy boots stomping behind her. She flipped around to Rex’s stunned face as she jabbed a finger into the plastoid of his armor. “You don’t get to act like you give a shit what I do when you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Me, avoiding you?” Rex huffed, his eyes practically popping out. He took a step towards Talia, her back getting closer to the wall of the building behind her. “You haven’t been able to look me in the eye all night, and when you do, you run off!”

“Well, I’m just returning the behavior you started back when we left the island,” she retorted, glaring at him. She tried to hold in the frustration she felt. Rex’s exasperated expression faded as he cursed under his breath, wiping his hand over his face. “What happened Rex? I didn’t expect anything from you, but you can’t just sleep with someone and ignore them the next second. Was it some bet between you and the boys? See who could fuck the Jedi? Bet you won a lot of credits.”

Pain flickered in Rex’s darkened gaze. “I would never disrespect you like that.”

Talia’s shoulders relaxed, unable to hold her anger in the honesty pouring out of him. “Then what was it? Again, you didn’t owe me anything, but I thought we were friends at least, if I had known…well if I thought we would ruin our friendship I wouldn’t have risked it.”

Rex shook his head, staring out at the entrance to the alley to make sure no one was approaching. “I just…I heard about you and Fives,” he blurted out.

“Me and Fives?” At Rex’s nod, Talia cursed, rubbing her temple in her hands. “What the fuck did he tell you?”

“That you hooked up.”

“Oh, he left it that vague?” Talia huffed. Rex cocked a brow at her, so she explained, “Fives and I made out; that’s it. He had been going around 79’s all night, boasting about how he was promoted and deserved a kiss. When he got to me, I was the only girl who he hadn’t kissed yet in the club, and I admit I had a bit to drink so I was a bit overenthusiastic, but that was it. At the most he maybe felt my ass up a bit.”

“Oh,” Rex said flatly, his feet shuffling. “So, there’s nothing going on between you?”

“No,” Talia answered, a light chuckle escaping her lips now. “Is that what this was all about?”

Rex didn’t answer, he just rested his hands along the edge of his utility belt and stared at Talia. He nodded at her then shifted his feet as if he was about to leave.

“Fives said something curious while we were dancing,” Talia said. Rex paused and tilted his head back at Talia. “He said he was doing it to make you jealous, any idea what that meant?”

His tongue against his cheek and his hands flexing, Rex raised his eyes and fixed Talia with a harsh stare, “You know what it meant.”

“No, I really don’t.” Talia’s heart pounded in her head as her cheeks flushed. Rex shook his head at her and started to step back.

“We can’t have this conversation.”

“Rex, we need to!” Talia grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Look, I would get it if it was just done out of boredom or needing a quick release, but Rex I felt how much you wanted it. Wanted me. You said you had been wanting it for a while; I saw the honesty in your eyes as you told me so. If you can look me in the eye and tell me that it was just a one-time thing I’ll respect that; but I think you feel something more because I know I do. And hells, I’m not supposed to and I don’t know what it is but I feel it.”

“Talia I…of course I felt something,” Rex sighed, stepping closer to her. “I meant it when I said I wanted you, dammit, I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you. But we should have never let it go that far; I should have controlled myself better.”

“What if we forgot about what we should do and just did what we wanted to?” Her eyes pleaded with him, she hesitantly brought a hand to his face, cupping his cheek as he nuzzled into it, fine stubble grazing against her palm. He stepped closer to her, his hand resting her waist as he crowded her into the wall, towering over her as his head leaned down and rested his forehead on hers. His eyes fluttered closed, and Talia took in the warmth radiating off him, a warmth that seeped into her own body as she enveloped him. The faint fresh scent of GAR soap mingled with hints of caf lingering on him as he pressed closer, his lips oh so close to meeting hers. His eyes opened to meet hers, the same want and pining she felt mirrored in his amber. But the heat in his eyes clouded as they dropped their hold on her.

“I can’t.” Rex’s words fanned against her lips, his hand releasing from her waist when he straightened. Tears brimming in the corners of her eyes and a hole burning in her chest, Talia lowered her head as she crossed her arms, building up every wall she could muster.

“We should go back inside before anyone wonders where we are,” she mumbled, staring at her toes in her shoes. “You should go ahead of me, and I’ll follow in a minute, wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, right?”

She raised her head and fixed him with a forced grin. Rex stood in front of her for a moment, lips pressed together and a flush creeping on his neck. He furrowed his brow, cursed under his breath, and walked away towards the alley entrance before halting his steps to turn his head over his shoulder and said, “You look really pretty,” before leaving her in the alley.

She leaned back against the wall as tears trailed down her face, trying to breathe deeply to calm herself. She felt like she had been punched in the gut; he said he wanted her, but it still wasn’t enough, she wasn’t enough.

Wiping away her tears, praying that her makeup wasn’t smudged, she collected herself and paced out of the alley. She took a deep breath before stepping in the direction of 79’s, but was lurched back as a large, scaly hand covered her mouth with a cloth. A tall, green Trandoshan gripped her from behind and dragged her backwards, his pointed tongue slipping out near her cheek as he grunted while she struggled. Before she could land her elbow in his gut, her muscles grew heavy, and her vision quickly blurred before fading to black.

Rex strode back into 79’s, guilt taking him over as he beelined for the bar; damn the mission, he needed a drink. The hurt look on Talia’s face burned into his mind, he didn’t want to do it but it was better for both of them in the long run; she deserved better than him.

As the bartender slipped him a whiskey, his comm went off.

“I need backup outside now,” Ahsoka’s voice rang out. “They have the target…it was Talia.”

Rex dropped the glass in his hand and sprinted out from the bar, out of the corner of his eyes he saw the others behind him. Pushing past clones, he exited 79’s and was back in the cool night air as blaster fire sounded off.

Ahsoka had both her green blades ignited, reflecting shots from a few hunters as a Trandoshan tossed Talia’s limp form onto a speeder before jumping in himself. Three bounty hunters were stationed on the loading platform, with another two on the speeder with Talia and the Trandoshan. Pulling his blasters out, Rex returned fire against the bounty hunters, giving Ashoka enough coverage to advance as she leaped onto the speeder. The pilot panicked and took off, not caring that half his team wasn’t on board.

Cursing, Rex ran to the edge of the platform where a Rodian bounty hunter was stealing a speeder bike, its owner calling for help. Rex gripped the Rodian by the scruff of his collar and tossed him to the ground. The owner’s thanks to Rex turned into a litany of profanity as Rex hopped on it and sped off.

Navigating through the heavy traffic of the city, Rex tracked the other speeder with the aid of Ahsoka’s lightsabers acting as a beacon as she fought the hunters. He caught up to them and pulled his blaster out to aim at its thrusters when the pilot jerked the speeder sideways, jolting Ahsoka off. Rex dove after her, his arm reaching out to grab hers as he leveled with her.

“Thanks, Rex. I owe you one,” she panted as she threw herself on the speeder behind him.

“No problem, Commander,” Rex replied, swerving the bike upwards to catch back up to the bounty hunters. Their speeder was further off now, Rex had to push the bike into full throttle to close some distance, but it still was too far off.

“Rex, pull up!” Ahsoka shouted.

Rex followed her order, and just in time as a large grey starship blew right through where they had just been. Levelling off the bike and returning to course, Rex scanned the skyline for the speeder with Talia.

“I can’t see them anymore.” Rex cursed.

“I was able to drop a tracker on the hood, just in case. I can send the frequency to the others.”

Talia’s first sight was blurred lights as her head pounded. Kriff, how much did I drink last night…wait, it’s still dark out…and I’m moving. And whose voices are those? Her limbs felt weak as she tried to push herself up, only to drop when she noticed her company; a human pilot who seemed anxious, another armored figure she assumed to be a human, and a green Trandoshan. Then the memory surfaced of being grabbed outside the club and being knocked out. Well, fuck me.

“Seems like we lost them, kid,” the Trandoshan hissed, aiming a rifle off the back of the speeder. Talia tried to stay still, attempting not to alert her captors that she was awake while she thought of some kind a plan; she was still weak from the drug and the drinks she had before that night, but with the right use of the Force she should be able to get out of this and figure out why that had grabbed her.

Cursing herself for not even trying to fit just one part of her saber under her dress that night, she took note of her surroundings for anything she could use as a weapon but it was no use; the only thing she had with her was her purse, which sat on the speeder floor. Slowly, she levitated the purse off the floor, waiting for just the right moment for the bounty hunters to be distracted and…

The shuttle tilted to the left as the gold purse knocked into the back of the pilots head; it wasn’t enough to injure the pilot but he didn’t seem to like the idea of a now conscious captive in the backseat. Talia took the moment of disarray to her advantage, using the force to snatch the blaster rifle out of the Trandoshan’s hand. Reflexes lagging from her lingering tipsiness; she took a harsh blow to the face that had her seeing stars when the Trandoshan punched her in the cheek. Falling back against the side of the speeder, she shook her head out just in time to slide away from another hit. The speeder levelled, giving her time to roll underneath the Trandoshan’s legs to cross to the other side of the backseat as he steadied himself.

“You didn’t say she was a Jedi!” the pilot shouted.

“We didn’t know either,” the armored human fired back, in a surprisingly young voice. He raised his dual blasters and pointed them at Talia. “You’re lucky you’re wanted alive.”

“Sorry to make your job more difficult,” Talia sneered. She leapt up, landing a kick to the chest of the hunter that snapped her heel but knocked him back to the hood of the speeder. The armored hunter activated serrated edges on his vambrace to lock himself onto the speeder, preventing himself from falling off. The Trandoshan swiped at her, but she was ready for the blow; she kicked his feet out from under him, then pushed him off the speeder with the Force and watched him land on a nearby transport.

She lurched back into the seat as the pilot pulled up; it seemed he was anxiously hoping she wouldn’t target him next. The armored hunter used this to his advantage and released himself from the hood so he could stand on the seat next to Talia. The speeder leveled again, and Talia propped up, standing lopsided due to her broken shoe. The hunter lunged at her, and she blocked his blow with her forearm. She tried the same swipe maneuver she had used on the Trandoshan, but this hunter was expecting it and dodged. What he wasn’t expecting was the roundhouse kick that followed, hitting him in the side of his head and unlatching his helmet.

*PEW*

Flames burst from the thrusters and the speeder dropped. Talia and the hunter fell into the seats, clutching on to the leather as they rocketed towards the ground. The pilot panicked, pulling his hands up over his head as an attempt to block himself. Talia rolled over the edge of the seat and kicked him into the co-pilot seat; she wasn’t going to die like this. With the thrusters out, there was little she could do, but she could at least navigate where they crashed or get low enough to the ground where she could hop out at the last second.

Dodging transports as the air whistled around her, her eyes caught a docking platform. Mustering all her strength, she steered in its direction, the speeder gaining more and more speed by the second. There was no surviving this crash. The former pilot sat covering his eyes with his hands, but the armored one in the back looked ready to pounce out, he must have been wise enough to calculate their odds. The platform approached, people on the surface scrambling out of the way as the speeder roared towards them. They would be over solid ground in 3…2….1

Talia leapt and rolled out of the speeder before it crashed into a large stack of crates on the platform, its front bursting into flames immediately. She skidded on the ground and rolled onto her back, coughing from the smoke. She pushed herself up just in time to see the armored hunter raising his blaster. She dodged the stunning shot, rolling to the side of the hunter. She gripped his forearm and twisted it behind him. The Force pushed him away from her, his body rolling over and his unlatched helmet falling off. Her defenses faltered when she saw how young he was; he couldn’t be older than s13. His face contorted in rage; the boy stood with clenched fists prepared to launch again. Exhausted, Talia flicked her wrist and sent him flying into a wall before sprinting off.

She clumsily worked her way through the crowd of nosy onlookers; there had to be a public comm around here somewhere so she could call for help. She had to be a sight; one heel broken, her dress crumpled, hair astray and a definite bruise forming on her face where the Trandoshan hit her. She turned into an alley to catch her breath, leaning against the wall as she heaved when steps sounded behind her.

While she didn’t know any of the hunters from the speeder, the figure before her now was one she was familiar with. A Duros bounty hunter, with a large brimmed hat; Cad Bane.

“Hey there, little lady,” he drawled, a toothpick in his mouth while pointing a blaster at her. “I see you’re dressed for a dance, but I think it’s more worth your while if you come quietly.”

“Well, I must say I’m not much of a dancer, “she panted, her eyes scanning for any possible escape routes. She figured she could stall Bane until she regained some energy at least. “Would you mind letting me know who’s this interested in finding me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Bane said, stepping closer to Talia, trapping her further in the alley. “They did leave out the little detail of you being a Jedi; I’ll have to charge double.”

“I’m afraid this is one paycheck you won’t be able to collect.”

Bane growled as he snapped around to face Obi-Wan and Anakin leading Ahsoka and the group of clones, along with a few Coruscant Guard members who must have responded to the trouble. Talia’s gaze caught Rex, his eyes trained in a glare on Cad Bane as he held his blasters locked on the hunter.

“Kenobi,” Bane said, spitting out the toothpick in his mouth. Bane was a skilled hunter, the best of the best, but Talia could tell he didn’t like the odds of this situation. The Duros glanced around him, then looked over his shoulder at Talia and said, “Sorry, little lady. Guess we’ll have that dance another time.”

Bane shot a pipe over his head; steam pouring out and shrouding him. Before the clones Obi-Wan or Anakin could apprehend Bane, a gray transport lowered over the alley; it’s thrusters knocked the troops and the Jedi off their feet. Talia felt a gloved hand on her arm and was ready to strike a blow to free herself when she realized it wasn’t a harsh, rough grip but a firm, protective one. Rex kneeled next to her, one hand pulling on her arm to shove her behind him as the other raised a blaster in the spot Bane had just been standing in. The ship pulled away and the air cleared, revealing Bane to be gone. Talia pushed herself into a sitting position, Rex’s grip only slightly loosening.

“How bad are you hurt?” he asked, eyes falling to her cheek.

“It’s not bad,” Talia shook her head. Rex’s eyes narrowed, a tight smirk creeping on his lips as he shook his head and waved Kix over. Talia sighed as she let Kix examine her, informing her that nothing was broken and that the bruise should fade in a few days as he applied some bacta.

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka paced over once Kix was finished checking her over. Rex stood by Cody as he briefed the Coruscant Guard troops who showed up about the situation. Obi-Wan helped Talia to her feet, eyes filled with concern as he began to question her, “Do you have any idea why they’re after you?”

Talia sighed, “I was hoping you all would have found something out; I have no clue but they did seem surprised I was a Jedi.”

“Who did you manage to piss off so much?” Anakin said, traces of a teasing smile on his face.

“Whoever they are, they’ll have to deal with Zahara’s wrath for ruining her birthday,” Talia laughed before grimacing. “Shit, they have no idea what happened; I need to get back to 79’s and-“

“You’re not going anywhere,” Anakin cut her off, his voice suddenly harsh and protective. He softened then said “We’ll send some of the clones back to update your friends. We were going to let them have the rest of their night back anyway.”

Talia nodded. “Is there anything I could do to help with the investigation?”

“It’s probably best if you get back to the temple as soon as possible,” Obi-Wan said. “We don’t know how many more are out there, but I don’t like the idea of you travelling alone right now.”

“Rex could escort her,” Ahsoka piped in. Rex’s head snapped in the direction of the Jedi; his brows furrowed. Heat rose to Talia’s cheeks as she pursed her lips.

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I can escort the General, Sir.”

Rex and Talia spoke over each other, Talia’s arms crossing in annoyance. Obi-Wan either didn’t notice or chose to ignore her demeanor, clapped his hands together and said, “Excellent, it’s settled then.”

Talia nodded at the Jedi Master before turning on her heel and stumbling off to the alley exit; this missing heel was going to be a problem. Rex strode slightly behind her, the stomp from his heavy boots echoing on the duracrete.

“Do you need a hand?” Rex asked, offering his arm.

“Nope, perfectly fine.” Talia answered bluntly. Rex rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. Talia halted in her steps, lifted the foot with the good heel in her hand and snapped it. She took a few sample steps; she was still clumsy but was on more even footing now. Rex rolled his eyes again but followed her to a cab line. Once they hailed a cab, Rex opened the door to let Talia slide in.

“Jedi Temple,” Rex told the driver as he sat down.

“Wait, no,” Talia said, before giving the driver a different address. Rex gave her a curious look and she explained “It’s Zahara’s place; I was going to spend the night there so all of my things are there; including my lightsaber.”

“Would have been useful to have that on you,” Rex grumbled.

Tongue in her cheek while she stared out the window at the blurred city lights, Talia said, “Couldn’t exactly hide it in my outfit tonight.”

“You hid it under a dress before,” Rex stated, a smirk on his lips at the memory.

“What, so you spend a lot of time thinking about what’s under my dress?” Talia said mockingly, teasing. She lowered her voice so the driver couldn’t hear her, “Strange considering how much you seem to regret the time you actually found out.”

Rex’s expression soured as he turned to face Talia. His eyes scanned her face, her own expression guarded and solid. “You know I don’t.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” she huffed, turning back to the window. Rex exhaled deeply, his head leaning back against the top of the seat.

“Talia,” he started, his voice flat. “I’m not trying to hurt you; that’s the last thing I want.”

“But what do you want Rex?” She snapped, still locking her gaze out the window. Rex was silent beside her; she could see his reflection in the window as he stared at her, before lowering his gaze and looking out his own window and staying silent for the rest of the ride.

As Rex paid for the driver, Talia had already bolted out the door and was making her way to the entrance of the apartment complex. The spit-fire attitude she had right now was one he usually admired on the battlefield, but he didn’t like being on the receiving end of it. At first he thought he could right some of his wrongs to her by being alone with her again, but it seemed like he was the last person she wanted to be with. Rex pondered why out of all the others there, Ahsoka had called him out to be the one to escort Talia home, then he groaned internally when he remembered Ahsoka had been stationed outside all night; she had problem witnessed them in the alley, Rex could only hope she wasn’t listening. Rex followed her, just grabbing the turbolift door before it closed. Talia stood in the corner of the turbolift; arms crossed as shook her head.

“You don’t have to come up,” she mumbled, running a hand through her hair.

“Figured I would just wait for you while you grabbed your things, then I can take you to the temple,” Rex stated bluntled, hands on his hips as he stood in the corner of the lift opposite of her.

“I’m not going to the temple tonight,” Talia said. Before Rex could argue, she continued, “I haven’t left the temple in weeks and on my one night away, this shit happens. I just need to be somewhere else tonight.”

Rex frowned, watching the rapidly increasing numbers as the turbolift rose through the high-rise. He didn’t want to give her more cause to be irritated with him, but Rex didn’t like the idea of leaving her here when the threat of more hunters loomed; what if they had been followed? Talia sighed next to him and uncrossed her arms.

“You can check out the place if that makes you feel better,” Talia sihed as the lift slowed. The doors opened and she strode out, mumbling under her breath. “Not sure why you care so much all of a sudden…”

“Haar’chak, Talia!” Rex exclaimed exiting the elevator, following Talia who didn’t waiver in her steps as she stood outside a door, keying in a code. “Don’t make this more difficult than it already is.”

“ME? Making it difficult?” She harshly fired back. The door to the apartment slid open, showing a pristine white apartment, the only color coming from green plants all over the apartment and the lights of the city shining through large permaglass windows fitted from the ceiling to the floor of the far side of the room, a doorway to a balcony in the middle. Talia kicked off her shoes and circled around to point her finger at Rex as he crossed the threshold. “You’re Mr. Walking-Mixed-Signals over here! One second you act like you give a shit, then the next you’re completely indifferent!”

“Because it makes it easier!” Rex shouted. Sleeping neighbors be damned, he had to get this off his chest. “I’m crazy about you Talia, you’re all that’s on my mind. Wondering where you are in the galaxy, wondering if you’re safe. Ever since that island, you’ve haunted my brain and I acted coldly because I thought you didn’t want me in the same way.”

The harsh glare on Talia’s face disappeared, her eyes round at Rex’s words. Doubt creeped back into her expression as she shifted on her feet. “But earlier when I told you there was nothing going on between me and Fives, you still left.”

“Because…what can we really be, Talia? I’m a clone, you’re a Jedi. We’re both sworn to the Republic in different ways. As much as I want you, I know this will only end badly.”

“So, you’re writing if off before we can even have a chance?” She asked, her voice cracking. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. Shaking her head, she turned away. “Just go then, Rex. I can’t deal with this back and forth anymore.”

His jaw clenching, Rex turned abruptly, slamming the door open and exiting the apartment, stomping heavily down the hallway towards the turbolift. His steps slowed the closer he got to the lift, until he stood a few paces back. His heart pounding in his head, he turned to look at the door of the apartment he just left. Rangir.

His feet carried him back to the door, his fist raised to knock on it when it opened; Talia stood on the other side, eyes wide in shock as if she weren’t expecting him to be right there. She stepped back as Rex advanced through the doorway, shutting the door behind him. Their eyes locked on each other’s. Rex stepped forward again, but Talia did not back away this time, as if an invisible string pulled them together. Talia trembled in anticipation as Rex pressed a hand to the small of her back, bringing her in before he crashed his lips to hers. His other hand gripped the swell of her ass, scrunching up her dress as he groaned into her mouth.

Talia wrapped her arms around Rex’s neck, then jumped up, her legs gathering around his waist as his hands dropped to her thighs to hold her. Tongue met tongue while they kissed, Rex holding her steady in the entry to the apartment before breaking the kiss and asking, “Bedroom?”

“To your right,” Talia answered, breathing heavily before kissing Rex again. He hummed against her lips, turning, and treading carefully through the apartment to the door she signaled. Kicking the door behind him as they entered, he turned around and pressed Talia into it; the hard wall and his plastoid sandwiching her as he rutted against her, his codpiece became more and more uncomfortable by the minute. The skirt of her dress rode up above her waist as Talia moaned from the hard contact against her core, her own hips rolling with Rex’s movements. Rex dropped her legs to take off his gloves; in his full armor his frame overwhelmed her, her legs a quivering mess as he crowded her closer to the wall. His mouth left hers to kiss along her jawline and the soft skin on her neck.

His hands, now free, latched onto her dress; the silky fabric scrunched between his fingers as he slid it up her thighs. One hand travelled to her inner thigh, teasing her sensitive skin as it rose back up the center, reaching the apex of her legs. His fingers circled over her panties, feeling moisture seeping through.

“Already wet for me and I’ve barely touched you,” Rex whispered into her neck, Talia’s breath hitching as his fingers slipped under her panties. His fingers slid through her folds, gathering the slickness as his thumb flicked over her clit. At Talia’s gasp from the contact over her bundle of nerves, Rex focused his thumb’s movements on it and circled it, making Talia’s legs quake. Rex’s hand on her waist kept her steady while he continued mouthing along her neck and collarbone, occasionally nipping her silky skin as she whimpered beneath him.

A finger slipped into her entrance, the tight walls of her cunt dragging it into her warmth. Rex groaned at the tightness, his cock twitching under his codpiece wanting to seek relief. His hand gripped Talia’s dress tighter as her fingers clung to his plastoid covered biceps, anchoring onto him as he added a second finger. He thrust his fingers in and out of her, her breath pitching higher and higher with each thrust. When he curved his digits, she gasped out, her head banging back against the door.

“Yes, right there!” she sighed out, her eyes squeezing shut in bliss. Rex lifted his head from the crook of her neck, observing a series of love bites he didn’t realize he had been making on her skin. He pulled back to watch her face contorted in pleasure as he followed her orders, hitting that sensitive spongy spot with each stroke.

“Eyes on me, princess,” he growled, Talia’s eyes fluttering open, a flame behind her blue eyes as she smirked at the nickname, her walls clenching around his fingers as he spoke. “Hmmm, you liked that, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” she said, her voice pitching up in the last syllable as Rex’s pace sped up, the pressure of his thumb over her clit increased as he circled it. Her cheeks were rosy and her pupils dilated as her lips parted, more moans escaping from them due to the skill of Rex’s dexterous hands. She was barely able to stand from how much her legs were quaking, using Rex as the only balance to keep herself upright. He maintained his pace, fucking her with his hand deeped and deeper as her read her reactions, the way her moans pitched, how her breath shallowed, the way her eyes glazed over, how her her hips gyrated with the movements of his hand until she fell off the edge they were building toward; her tight walls clenching around Rex’s fingers as Talia cried out in release.

Rex pumped his fingers until her orgasm finished, her breath leveling out as she rested her head back against the wall. Rex’s fingers slipped out her, coated in her juices, a low whine leaving her mouth as she felt their absence.

“What, that wasn’t enough for you?” Rex teasingly asked, leaning in to peck her on the lips.

“That was…quite nice,” she breathily answered, making Rex smirk. Her eyes rose to his in a challenge, a growing smile lighting up her face. Her hand slid down to cup over his codpiece, Rex growling at the friction of the barrier against his hardness. “I was hoping for something else of yours to be inside me though.”

Rex groaned, hungrily kissing her as he pulled her away from the wall. “I think we can make that happen.”

Talia’s hands pulled at his armor, desperately trying to get Rex out of his plastoid cage so she could feel his body against hers. “How the hell does this come off?”

Rex chuckled as his hands met her, guiding them to the latches beneath the seams of his armor. “Someone’s needy,” he teased, pulling his vambraces off, mockingly slow as he disassembled his armor piece by piece. He could tell Talia’s patience wore thin by the glint in her eyes, something that made him want to test her more. A battle that would be hard fought, he realized, as Talia’s hand grabbed the front of his utility belt and dragged him closer to her.

“Hurry up, Captain; the faster this armor’s gone, the faster I’ll be out of my dress,” she leaned up to whisper in his ear, her teeth nibbling at his earlobe. Rex groaned at her use of his rank, arousal shooting up his spine. He rushed to discard the rest of his armor, his head tilting back in relief as his codpiece released.

Rex gripped Talia’s waist, rotated her around so her back was against his chest. Kissing her shoulder and up to the back of her next, his fingers fumbled with the zipper on her dress; his lips followed the opening fabric down her spine, kissing along her back. Once it was opened, she stood up, roughly rotating to face him as he slid one shoulder strap down, then the other, before tugging the rest of the silky slip down her body. She wore a black, lacy strapless bra and matching lace underwear; an image that would live in his head from now on. He kissed her and reached around her back to undo the clasp on her bra; it slid off to join the dress on the floor.

Talia tugged at Rex’s blacks, lifting the shirt over his head before he leaned down to kiss her again. She kissed back harder, pressing her hands on his bare chest to push him back, his knees hitting the foot of the bed behind him. Talia’s fingers wrapped around the waistline of his pants and tugged them down, his swollen cock bouncing up to his stomach. Talia grinned, licking her lips at the sight of it before she nudged Rex backwards into a seating position on the bed. She peeled her panties off, rested one hand on Rex’s shoulders before straddling him, and used the other to line him up at her entrance before sinking down on him.

They both groaned in unison, Rex overwhelmed by the warmness enveloping his cock and Talia stuffed full. Rex rutted his hips up experimentally, his hands gripping the meat of Talia’s thighs as she clenched around him. Once she adjusted, she rotated her hips against his, moaning as she felt his thickness drag within her. Rex’s pace increased, thrusting up into Talia as she dug her nails into his shoulders. Talia met his movements, pushing herself up and down to bounce on his cock.

Their foreheads met, both with beading sweat forming on their brows as they moved in tandem, their moans melting together, Talia’s high pitched and Rex’s low and guttural. One of his hands slid up her waist to grope her bouncing breast, his thumb teasing the pert nipple by flicking over it. She pulled her head back slightly, her blue eyes piercing into his amber ones; both pairs blown out and filled with a need for the other. Rex thrusted harder, his ass leaving the bed as he entered her deeper. All those months of tension, their longing and misread singles being worked out wordlessly as his body pulled into hers. Talia’s head fell back, her nails digging into Rex’s skin from the impact. He pounded up into her, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room as his cock slammed into her. He could tell she was faltering, her movements slowing as she wasn’t able to keep up with his harsh pace.

Rex took hold of Talia’s hips and flipped her over, so she was laying back on the bed with him still sheathed in her. Her tits bounced as she slammed back inside, a sight that made Rex lean down and latch his mouth onto one of her nipples, making her whine. He circled his tongue around it then pushed himself back up and looked at her. In their hastiness they hadn’t turned on the lights in the bedroom, but the lights from the ecumenopolis outside peering through the large windows cast them both in a glow.

Rex gripped the soft back of Talia’s knees, spread her legs, and pushed them back so she was almost bent in half. He leaned over her, devouring her mouth with another kiss before penetrating her again, setting a punishing pace. This angle allowed him to hit even deeper, his cock stroking a sensitive spot on her walls that had her crying out. The bed creaked beneath them and the headboard slammed against the wall as Rex roughly fucked her, the grip on her legs bruising. He couldn’t pace himself; there would be a time when he could take her slowly and savor her, but Rex was too pent up. He needed to fill her, he needed to bring her to a screaming release as she called his name, his cock buried inside her. Tears brimmed in Talia’s eyes as she arched her back, meeting each of Rex’s thrusts, the only way she was able to move with the way he was driving her towards pleasure.

“Rex…I’m gonna..”

“Cum for me, mesh’la,” He growled out, his pace not faltering.

Talia’s eyes rolled back into her head, her hands gripped the comforter beneath them, and her toes curled as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure; her mouth contorted in a perfect ‘O’ and her brows tight on her reddened face.

Her walls clenched around Rex’s cock, her juices slicking his every stroke as he resisted the urge to plunge himself deep inside her and release his seed. His thrusts grew sloppy, the heat and grip from her orgasm making his balls tighten until he couldn’t hold on any longer. He pulled out of Talia, her body limp against the mattress as he jerked himself off over her, releasing his cum on her tits; his brain turning to fuzz as he groaned out.

He collapsed next to her, both their chests heaving, a layer of sweat settled over their skin. Rex propped himself up, kissing Talia’s cheek as she stared at the ceiling, still dazed. He left the bed to grab a towel from the bathroom connected to the room and came back to wipe his spend off Talia’s chest.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled, heat creeping along his neck as he cleaned her up.

“I actually thought it was hot,” she blushed, sliding under the covers of the bed. She bit her lip and looked up at Rex, her hair disheveled, and her lips slightly swollen from kissing. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

Rex took her in, her questioning expression, eyes wide in apprehension. Every rational bone in his body told him he should go back to base, but Rex knew he was too far gone. Before the island, Rex had never spent the night with a woman; he had his fair share of hookups, but out of the women he had gone home with he had always left right after, never wanting to be a burden or feel the need for that level of intimacy. But the thought of getting the chance to wake up with her another morning was too blissful for him to pass up. He crawled over her, kissed her forehead, then settled into the spot on the bed beside her. She sidled up next to him, her cheek resting along his chest as his arms wrapped around her. The sweet beckoning of sleep called to him as his eyes grew heavy, the soft breaths of Talia already drifting off lulling him into a restful sleep.

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Agave Syrup: ship kid. Secondary collab verse.

Annnnnd here's the new baby! She's my Cciller ship kid. She exists the the secondary ship kid universe which is a collab verse with @thebluescreen. She's from the Multiverse Rem is a part of, but not from the multiverse Coffee creamer is from. (They are two separate multiverses with different ships and storys.)

Both Agave and 4Loko are the same person, I'll explain below.

"yall really for a no caff, full foam, double chocolate latte, with an extra hit of caramel syrup!? It's my own special blend..... Added just for you~"

Name: Agave Syrup

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Strate

Parents: (Bio) Ccino (Da) and Killer (Baba). Non bio Nightmare (Father).

Other family: Rem (older half brother) Vanta (older half brother) Somba Lullaby (older half brother). Dream (uncle) Cross (Uncle) Radiant Hope (Cousin) Empathy (Cousin). And many cats.

Nicknames: Kitten (by killer) and Gave

Agave is the youngest of the Fluffynightkiller ship kids from the second verse. She grew up primary raised By Ccino and her oldest brother Rem. Killer and Nightmare were there, but weren't massively involved parents.

Agave is pretty close to her brother Rem, despite the 13 year age gap and will normally have a fortnightly movie night where they will watch crappy horror movies (like Jack Frost or The Sand) and laugh about how stupid they are. They also both love to watch old horror movies and play a game of "what incredibly stupid choice will character A make that will result in there death? Hmmm". It's there favourite thing to do together.

Agave isn't a huge fan of generally good horror films though and especially can't stand the saw films. So she doesn't watch them unless it's with Rem.

Agave and her other brother Somba aren't as close (he's 5 years older) but she still cares alot for him and isn't above defending him if needed.

Agave has two main sides to herself, this being how she is normally and her persona/alterego 4Loko. But more on that below.

Normally she is a very bright and chipper girl who's abit of a goof. She sees the fun or silly side in alot of things in life and is rarely not in a good mood. She's also quite a passive person (or at least pretends to be) and is quite kind. Her personality is abit to much like Dream's for Nightmare's liking so the two aren't really close.

She's that person who is very fun to be around but just slightly unnerving. Like there is something going on underneath her smile. Something just slightly off.

Being born with her soul on the outside of her body wasn't suprising because of her relation to Killer, however it caused Ccino to be conserned during her up bringing. He were quite scared about how easily she could be hurt of killed so always kept a close eye on her. Killer didn't care as much and gave her more free rain. For example, letting her play with this pocket knife as a 1 year old.

Agave works primarily at her Da's coffee shop and takes great pride in it. She grew up there and its been a part of her life ever since she can remember. She enjoys making her own flavouring syrups and blends to put into drinks to make them taste better. Other then that she's studying a business degree (at age 18 +) at a local university in order to get better with the business.

About 4Loko and her soul.

"Me? And serial killer? No no I'm a barista, those aren't even similar....."

Now this is where things start up, because she's got to inherit some things from Killer, right?

Agaves soul glitches, much like Killer's does, from being heart shaped to being target shaped. It does this many times a day. When this happens it normally doesn't last longer then a few seconds till it goes back to normal. To an outsider it may even be unnoticeable and for the most part it doesn't effect Agave.

However sometimes she will trap her soul into a jar or some type of container. Doing this will stop it from glitching and stick it in whatever form its in (she can't do this all the time as it strains the soul and brings pain). So sometimes she will stick it in target mode. When she sticks it in target mode, her eyes drip.

Unbeknownst to any of her parents when her soul is like this, it changes her. She feels basically nothing, no fear, no sadness, no guilt or empathy. She realised at a young age that this was her super power.

In this mode she could do anything and not suffer any emotional consequences.

It started with stealing cookies from the biscuit tin at age 9 and evolved into hurting bully's at school. Then into giving food poisoning to rude customers by mixing up syrups to slip into drinks to make people ill.

For the most part she stays out of this mode, only dipping in when she felt she needed to test how far she could push it.

When she was 15 she started to consider pushing it to the limit.

She was watching the news and found out about some kind of abuser or murder being arrested and she thought. Why do we let people who do such horrible things live? Wouldn't it be better if they were dead? Then she realised, with her super power, could she kill someone?

When she was 16 she had her first kill. They were robber shed caught beating someone in an alleyway. (I don't know to much about this yet so I'll need to think more about it) but afterwards, she realised that she'd been right in the fact that she didn't feel guilty. She could use this to make the world a better place!

She didn't kill again for about a year. (just incase, I wanna point out that I'm not saying that what Agave does is justified. She's just an ship kid, a act of fiction and not ment to be taken seriously)

So anyway, by age 17 Agave makes her second kill and continues on that path. These are alot more thought out and planned. Her method of choice is through creating poisonous syrup and killing people that way, though she isn't above a good old knife death. Her Baba taught her well. She also carries around chemicals to clean blood and things like that.

She doesn't like her victims to dweal in pain and gets the deaths over quickly and painlessly. She gets no pleasure from causing pain to others, and when she doesn't have a target soul it makes her upset to hurt people.

Agave ended up calling her killer mode 4Loko. That's the name for her alterego the serial killer. She separates 4Loko from herself and doesn't want it to impact her Day to day life. So she will use make up to cover the birth mark on her face. When she's in her 20s she ends up working as an hireable assassin for killing criminals. But more on that later.

Non of her parents know about her double life. But that doesn't mean no one does.

Rem has always kept a close eye on his little sister. Over the years he noticed her odd behaviour and her collection of 'syrups' that she keeps in her room hidden.

During her 17th year he confronts her about what she does (which was a huge mess) the two fought as she attempted to stab him through the soul with her knife. She couldn't let him live if he knew right? She would have been able to but she just couldn't bring herself to hurt him. Since she wasn't in target mode she just couldn't do it especially as he spoke to her and talked her down. (tbh it's actually a kind of sweet scene between them).

After he's calmed her Rem offers to help her kill people, and he's very happy to. (Rem has alot of darkness under his kind surface which I'm sure @thebluescreen would be more then happy to explain in better detail).

So the two grow closer through that.

And yeah, that's the basic run down of my Cciller baby.! Hope you like her! My barista turned murderer/hitman I figured this would be a good mix of both her parents.

You have no idea! How long I spent working on her colour scheme..... It took about a month till I finally had this one and I'm pretty happy with it. I hope I explained everything about her double life well, I wasn't sure how clear it is. If you have any questions, please ask.

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trashahime · 4 years

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Dude!

I think I know who the mama is…

They LITERALLY pointed to her in ep. 4.

This started as a crack theory but I think there might be something to it.

So, weirdly enough, as more info comes out, it's becoming increasingly difficult to believe anyone but Rin is the mother and yet I grow more confident that she is NOT the mother.

Rin, a widowed Sango and a reformed Kagura are the most likely options from the feudal era.

However, I still maintain that Rin would be too young because you cannot convince me that Hisui is meant to be 20+ with the current info available. I don't wanna hear the same timeline theories based on conjecture and vague wording. That boy is 16-18 at the most.

RT spoke as if Miroku was still alive in her interview so no widowed Sango.

Also when she spoke of Sess's wife, I got the impression that she had always been human and they had been together for a while. So no Kagura instantly reformed as a human adult. And no brief body possession of a random human. If Kagura retained her memories of being a demon, I don't think she'd be championing humans enough to change Sesshomaru's views.

But she could be reincarnated and grew up human.

In my last post I said the twins could have been born years after Moroha but due to time travel twists met up at the same time at the same age. If so, that would put Rin and Kagura back in the running.

And actually, that puts a lot of female characters in running, past, present and future.

I saw a post joking that maybe Sess copied his brother and got himself a time travelling school girl of his own. That the mama was one of Kagome's future friends. Impossible, I thought, until I saw this post from keichanz:

https://keichanz.tumblr.com/post/632882283089739776/her-names-kagome-she-was-always-causing-a

When I saw the pictures of Kagome and her friends I wondered who that 5th girl was. It seemed weird to include a never seen before character in two photos.

Sunrise said to focus on everything or something to that effect. So maybe she was put in there for a reason. I looked at the screenshots again and noticed something.

The two pages of photos seem to be from all different events except for the three photos taken at a school field day. Maybe Sunrise was trying to draw our attention to them, particularly the new girl. Maybe they were trying to rewrite history and give Kagome this extra friend because she will be important.

How important? Maybe she's the goddamn mama!

Hear me out.

In the photo below, the flag Kagome holds is pointing to the girl. And there is a 1 on it. Is Sunrise trying to say: she is the one!

The second photo of the group, which you can see in keichanz post, has the new girl's face partially cut off, in a way, calling attention to her again.

The third photo is of Kagome about to get hit in the face with a bun or something. Maybe Sunrise is trying to smack the viewers in the face with hard hints. Okay, that one's a stretch.

I was also caught by how similar new girl's hair is to Setsuna's who is said to have hair like her mother's. She even has the wispy pieces on the sides. And maybe Sunrise chose to do field day photos so that they could place red ribbons in their hair, further likening it to the red streaks in the twins's hair.

At this point it was still a crack theory in my head, then I remembered Sunrise kind of went out of the way to put Setsuna in modern clothing and even had Moroha comment on it.

A new theory spawned!

What if the twins weren't concieved years after Mohora but centuries?!?! Maybe the twins were meant to live in modern times and that's why they don't have any distinct demon characteristics. More on that later...

So… What if Sesshomaru met and married his wife in the modern era? Then, due to some danger from Kirinmaru, found a way to send his pregnant wife to the past where he believed it was safer. Or maybe Kirinmaru did it. It would explain so much.

Maybe feudal era Sesshomaru didn't believe new girl was his future wife but knew the children were his and that's why he took them the day they were born. I don't think he would just abandon them in the forest. He probably had Jaken watching them while he gaurded from afar.

He likely had no emotional attachment to them because he thought they were the product of some trickery or sorcery. And that could be why, if the theories are true, he chose to stay with Rin in the tree. Rin would still be the most important person to him at this point.

So who is this new girl? If my theory is true, I think she will turn out to be the reincarnation of Rin or Kagura. Sunrise is already kind of copying the jewel shard thing with the rainbow pearls. Why not another love triangle involving reincarnations?

New girl's hair is almost exactly like Kagura's but with a longer ponytail. Her face reminds me more of Rin, though. It's a toss up.

I think in the end, there's going to be a huge time reset. Moroha will be raised by Inukag in the past and the twins will be raised by their parents in the future. Their human appearance will allow them to blend in with modern society. I can already see the final scene. It's going to be of Setsuna giving a violin performance as her sister and parents watch on. Souta and his family will be there too. He will have something of an uncle role with the twins but be especially close to Towa.

What do you think?

Am I crazy?

Finally figured out replies! My dumb ass never verified my email.

#inuyasha #hanyo no yashahime #moderndaytwins

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pastel9girlbunny000die · 4 years

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Age Gap... AU

Part 1

One Piece The Monster trio~

♡The characters are all between 27-29 unless said otherwise

♡The s/o is between 16-18

Warning: ...Kissing and Cuddles? PDA and nakedness, smoking and drinking

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Monkey D. Luffy🍖

🍖Dating a younger s/o has never really been a problem or something bad for Luffy

🍖Cause his more of a child than you are.

🍖People outside of your friend group always assumed that you guys are good friends or relatives.

🍖When Luffy's friends found out you two where dating, they we're really supportive and made you feel part of a great social group... better than the poeple you hang out at school

🍖Same with Luffy's family. They accepted you as part of the family without hesitation, but still trying to wrap their heads around how you two even started dating???

🍖Umm ugh... Your family not so much... Your parents weren't very happy about you dating an older guy like Luffy.

🍖It made them worry

🍖But! You did reinsurer them it's was all fine. He has a decent job makes enough to support a family has a nice cozy home and a loving personality.

🍖it got them off your back for a while~

🍖Buttttttt~😏

🍖when it comes to Luffy's looks, he looks pretty young for his age already reaching his late twenties.

🍖When telling others that your in fact dating doing all the sweet loving couples stuff, they believe you since he looks like an older classmate from your school.

🍖But when you tell then his infact an working adult... they don't believe you, they just take it as a bad joke.

🍖You never ask your meat brain for help with homework cause you might start fooling around instead of doing it, if his presence is around you during school work or studying.

🍖Luffy doesn't really care about age since he loves you for who you are rather than what age gender or colours you are.

🍖And he does it unconditionally.

🍖He loves it when you cook a big meat feast for a king! or you randomly give him cuddles or cheeks kisses. It makes his heart beat exstra fast and butterfly's fluttering all around in his stomach.

🍖Luffy introduced you to a lot of new food and you love most of the dishes. But also found a few new food allergies you never knew you had.

🍖Let's just say you know the hospital staff pretty well now.

🍖Small loving touches like these matters a lot to him like all the little things you do for him. It makes him extremely happy.

🍖PDA 😏*Public display of affection*

🍖Luffy doesn't mind holding hands or little pecks here and there in public.

🍖But holding his hand comes with consequences... be prepared to be dragged from placed to place in a public shopping mall or market cause he won't let go when he runs from food course to food course.

🍖But when it comes to PDA kissing, he only allows the quick peck on the lips or cheeks he doesn't do the long make out session. His not one to sit still in one place for too long.

🍖His your man child after all.

Roronoa Zoro ⚔

⚔Zoro doesn't care.

⚔He dates you cause you are you.

⚔He has never been really the one to judge based on looks but when he met you he saw nothing but the most beautiful thing in the world.

⚔He has a really direct personality and isn't really the one to talk much or too clingy.

⚔Zoro doesn't have a solid job he switches from part time to part time, and one of his joba is the reason he met his s/o.

⚔He got lost on his way too your school and ended up bumping into you, literally.

⚔He nicely asked for directions and you gladly let him tag along with you, even though he sometimes turns the wrong way.

⚔It turned out he applied as a substitute teacher for a month at the boys kendo club.

⚔So you had a lot of time getting to know each other 😏~

⚔Other than that he hit it off pretty well with his s/o. From hanging out at school during lunch, to after school and weekends.

⚔That's how you ended up asking him out on a date.

(Definitely demanding to pick him up!!!)

⚔Than started dating. You later on met his group of friends which surprised you though to him not being a kind of person to hang out with a loud bunch but thier his life long friends and good people, you ended up liking them quicker than your school friends.

⚔Zoro's parents have already passed away and his is the only child so it was sad that you didn't get to meet his family and thank them for making this hard working lovable idiot.

⚔It took you awhile to work up the courage to let your family meet Zoro. It's not that you care about if they liked him or not all you wanted to know if they'll let you be with him and keep loving your marimo.

⚔Their reactions where priceless. But they were okay with it. Since they knew the swordsman from high school and he wouldn't do anything to seriously hurt you.

⚔Telling others that you and Zoro are indeed a couple is weird to them he has a bleak personality and a horrible attitude along with him being in his late 20s.

⚔You on the other hand are sunshine and rainbows all the time full of energy and always positive.

⚔How does that mix?

⚔In public you guys always gets mistaken for father and daughter/Son. But you brush it off and claiming your a couple.

⚔Which surprised them but they don't push further though to Zoro sending them glares.

⚔One thing you love about Zoro is taking little naps together. Anywhere the couch, bed, floor, bath tub anywhere you start cuddling him he'll fall asleep on you a few minutes after you'd follow.

⚔He tought you Kendo. And let's say you got a new hobby.

⚔You once asked him to help you with homework. Next day you came in with the excuse, "Ma'am my dog ate my homework."

⚔Zoro loves you with all his heart sometimes he can't help but feel like he doesn't deserve you or his holding you back?

⚔But you reinsurer him with him is the happiest you have felt in you life.

⚔PDA 😳*Public display of affection*

⚔His not really good with affection but he doesn't push you off when you want a hug or two maybe even kisses he will allow it.

⚔His also not clinging kind of guy. So waking around in public he won't hold your hand but he will put an arm around your neck.

⚔And in return one of your hands slips into the back pocket of his jeans giving you the opportunity to squeeze his ass whenever you desire.

⚔He let's it slide. With a tiny blush.

⚔While walking around in any public place you always keep an exstra eye on him (like a parent making sure not to lose thier kid in a large place).

⚔Your more relaxed when his arm is around you meaning you'll be near him at all times. But when his not your six sense activate to mama bear mode all eyes on him at every second.

⚔In one day at the mall you caught him almost mindlessly walking off in a random direction or out the store.

⚔You had to chase after him.

⚔PDA Kissing😚~ Like I said he doesn't mind it but when he gets a little drunk he full on gets you sucked into a full blown make out session he doesn't care where. In public, at home, in you home, out with his/your friends even near your parents. Nothing gets in his ways of what he wants.

⚔Not even your embarrassment.

⚔After all your stuck with your Marimo.

Sanji Vinsmoke 🚬

🚬Sanji is a complete different case than the other two mentioned above.

🚬He's a hopeless romantic.

🚬First time you met him he was dress as a okama. A first expression you'll never forget, For awhile you wonder who that woman was and thought you'll never cross paths again

🚬Destiny proofed you wrong.

🚬You met him again at the Baratie one of the most famous restaurants in town.

🚬In the end you guys talked the night away, you probably interacted with him more than the poeple you came with.

🚬Later on he invites you for a free homemade meal, personally made by him.

🚬He also gave you his number~ 😚😏

🚬That's how you met.

🚬And later on you two became closer there was just this unique thing about Sanji that made you like him more.

🚬Yes he treats woman with the at most respect and kindness, randomly complements any woman he comes across.

🚬Like a true gentleman.

🚬But in his eyes you felt different. He flirts more with you, he does small sweet things for you.

🚬And don't forget the mouthwatering lunch boxes you get to take school.

🚬Sanji spoils his s/o with a lot of affection he can't go a day without a hug or kiss, if he doesn't get either one of them he will genuinely worry.

🚬Sanji thinks it's cute that your younger than him, it gives him more of a responsibility vibe when his near you.

🚬He practically treats his young s/o like the rightful queen/King they are.

🚬But that doesn't mean his a little negative when it came to his age, his not that old reaching his late 20s, he has his doubts.

🚬But when he has these bad thoughts you can see it on his face, it made you sad that he thinks you'd leave him for someone younger.

🚬Your response is making him some nice relaxing hot tea and cuddle him in a blanket whispering sweet words of love to him

🚬It lights his mood a bit.

🚬From time to time, Sanji's s/o gets jealous by the way he treats other women, you could be a little selfish just wanting him to only look at you in that way.

🚬You weren't surprised when you met his friends they care about Sanji as much as you did, they also loved you, finally happy that he got a lover so they could stop hearing his complaints about his single life.

🚬And they kinda use him for free meals. Especially Luffy the leader of their little friends group he always whines for meat, it kinda cute.

🚬You can't really ask Sanji for help in school work/homework, his a high school dropout. And the only thing he can actually help with is cooking classes which you hate. But at least your grades picked up in that class

🚬Sanji never let's you meet his biological family, he forbids the topic and avoids it at all cost. But couldn't wait for you to meet Zeff his adopted father, he literally dragged you to his childhood home to meet the old geezer.

🚬Zeff took you in the moment he met you and treated you like his own daughter/son, he also said "Finally I can rest in peace knowing you won't die alone." At Sanji.

🚬Which result in a small argument.

🚬Like Sanji you refuse to let him meet your parents, afraid they won't accept the relationship and force you apart. So you always give him the excuse that you want to wait or not ready yet.

🚬He respect your decision, and won't interfere or go behind your back. If you can wait so will he.

🚬Buttttttttt😱

🚬One night your Dad/Father decided that the family should go out to eat, give your mom/mother a little break from cooking.

🚬You agree to go aswell. Without knowing which restaurant.

🚬Guess where you went😏

🚬Yes... The Baratie!!!

🚬Your soul left your body. I mean Sanji should be off right ? Right ? Its weekend.

🚬But it got worse when you saw a glimpse of him in the kitchen and your eyes meet.

🚬What go worst that your Mom/Mother took a seat in Sanji's section of the restaurant.

🚬Meaning he will serve you.

🚬At this point you give up and just let it be, tonight your life as well as your relationship will come crashing down.

🚬Mindlessly sitting down, at that moment Sanji came bursting through the kitchen doors like a tornado heading towards you

🚬Wrapped his arms around you kissing you all over your face, right in front of your family.

🚬They where far beyond shock.

🚬By the time Sanji let's go of you, you looked like a morning person who just got out of bed, hair messy clothes messy and a blank look on your face.

🚬It didn't take long for them to start drowning you with questions.

🚬In the end you made sure to tell them,

"Mom/Mother Dad/Father, this is Sanji his the head chef of the Baratie, his also m-my boyfriend."

🚬Your mom/Mother got offended that your dating a professional cook, that is most likely better at cooking than her.

🚬Your Dad got offended that your dating someone older close to his age. (He can't really give the if you hurt my little girl/boy I will end you speech, the blonde must've heard it for a long time and just wouldn't be treated by it.)

🚬But they saw how worried you looked holding Sanji's hand tightly, the blonde seemed ready to start a argument if they would be against you two.

🚬In the end they smiled and nodded.

🚬Sanji and his s/o couldn't be more happy as instant took over and you two kissed passionately and long.

🚬Your Dad/Father had to clear his throat reminding you where you are.

🚬You broke apart blushing.

🚬It all ended up happy.

🚬Telling your parents weren't easy but now that you know that thier okay with your relationship made it easier to tell others.

🚬Let me tell you, Yes Sanji is older than you and everyone can tell that by his looks, so they just assume you guys are relatives or brothers/brother and sister.

🚬Sanji always corrects them, Your his lover not family member.

🚬That's when they turn to you asking if his black mailing you.

🚬You just simply say "No."

🚬You don't need to give others an explanation, knowing you two love each other very much.

🚬Despise Sanji's appearance you ignore his good looking hot abs and body and turn to his eyebrows and personally others make fun of how unnatural they are but they are the most lovable features on him that you like the most.

🚬Sanji smokes, and yes you know that. You never complain or ask him to stop, but you did ask him why he does, he simply just said "I started to smoke to piss off the geezer, I was just a stupid teenager at the time."

🚬You don't like cooking so that kinda got Sanji down, but you didn't mind helping out once in awhile.

🚬You love make overs dressing up and looking pretty. Which made him happy that he can share his okama side with you, you love doing his make up. aswell as styling his blonde wig.

🚬That's how he brought you to meet Iva one of his friends at the kamabakka night club.

🚬You really enjoyed it there and all the others you met.

🚬It was really fun seeing Sanji in his more feminine side and dress as a girl.

🚬It made you happy that he even share his most inner self with you.

🚬Sanji is really happy that you accept and love him for who he is.

🚬PDA *Public display of affection*

🚬Sanji is all over you hand holding, kissing, hugging even making out.

🚬He let's you hold hands and doesn't mind random kisses on his cheeks but he personally prefers his mouth over his cheeks.

🚬PDA kissing 😏~ One thing he loves is being taller than you, so when you want to give affection by kissing you have to stand on you tip toes and only able to reach his jawline.

🚬So you just kiss him from his jaw to his collarbone. Secretly leaving a mark😏~

🚬But when you go out with him dress as a Okama he doesn't let you kiss him much or hold hands but he doesn't mind locking arms with you.

🚬Just to know you're near, and save.

🚬He has one hell of a kick, You found out that out when you guys went out to a bar with Iva and some of his other friends (You didn't drink, being a minor and all but you did have a glass of soda or water).

🚬At some point Sanji got up to use the bathroom. And when he got back he saw a drunk guy harassing his s/o

🚬So with one hit he kicked the living hell out of the guy. (It didn't ended well for that guy, must've hurt more with the high heels boots Sanji's was wearing kicked him😵)

🚬And Sanji angrily dragged his s/o home early.

🚬It surprised you since Sanji wasn't really violent around you much, but knowing he'd even get into a fight to protect you. Made you happy and felt loved. He is the blonde cook you fell in love with after all.

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#One piece #fanfic #male reader #fem reader #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #sanji vinsmoke #luffy #Zoro #Sanji #One piece fanfic #anime

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