#the fish took the longest though

[mush-haus]

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[mads-is-tired]

the gillion shirt hello???? did you make it did you purchase it i am so passionate about it

hello!!!! yeah i made it!! i just bought a random tshirt and we’ve got one of those cricut machines so i cut the text out of heat transfer vinyl! i’m glad you like it that’s so cool :D

[nanaslutt]

Bathtime

synopsis: When Uraume informs you about Sukuna's ability to lactate but his disdain for emptying his tits, you know exactly what to do to help

contains: fem reader, you're Sukuna's assistant, true form Sukuna, nipple play, lactation kink, masturbation, dry humping, mention of blood, dirty talk, sexual tension, porn with plot // wc: 6.6k

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Sukuna had grown quite irritable lately, more so than usual. It had been a few days since he started acting out, and you had no idea how to get closer to him to find out what was wrong. Sukuna wouldn't even let Uraume into his chambers to drop off his food, always making them leave it outside the door. It was a gamble whether he would even eat the food at all. 

Sukuna spent the majority of his time locked up in his room, or down the way at a nearby village, blowing off steam. This time when he came back though, he looked worse for wear. His face was in a permanent scowl, his muscles were twitching under his skin, and blood was coating every inch of his body. Not his, but he still looked rough. 

"Sukuna let me-" The king bumps his into your smaller body, making you fall back against the wall behind you, your arms reaching back to brace yourself. Uraume stood opposite from you in the room, catching your eyes before they fell to the floor. They kept their hands together in front of them, watching Sukuna's silhouette disappear from their peripheral vision. When the door to his chambers slammed shut, the loud sound echoing through the halls, Uraume let their gaze drift up as they made their way over to you.

"Are you alright?" They asked, brushing the dust off of your kimono. You ignored their question, your eyes latching on the outside of his chamber doors. "What is his problem? He's always grumpy but... this is new." You said, rubbing the ache from the back of your neck. Uraume sighed and placed their hands back together in front of them, putting some distance between the two of you.

"I know you haven't been this close to Sukuna-sama for very long, but this isn't out of character for him at times. There's a reason for it." You looked back over to Uraume, confusion evident on your features as you tilted your head to the side. "He- He doesn't like to acknowledge it, he's stubborn," Uraume said, averting their gaze. Their expression looked conflicted, their nose scrunched as they stared at the floor.

"Acknowledge what?" You asked, prying further. "Sukuna, he-" Uraume paused to clear their throat before they finished, "he lactates." It took a moment for their words to register in your head, but once they did, your jaw dropped. Just when you were about to question them further, they spoke again. "He knows he needs to drain them, but he hates the act of doing so. Which makes him ignore his problem. As a result, as you can imagine, the feeling is quite uncomfortable for him, making him more... grumpy than usual." Uraume explained, using the word you used earlier.

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water, trying to find the right words before you spoke. "How long do these fits of his last?" You asked Uraume. The white-haired chef looked around at the walls that surrounded them, pondering. "His longest fit was two months. It was excruciating to try and care for him during that time, it always is." Uraume said, sighing. They sounded exhausted. 

You wanted to pat them on the back, you didn't know how they dealt with his attitude so well sometimes. "How does he go back to normal?" You ask, fidgeting with the fabric of your kimono absentmindedly as you speak. "All he has to do is relieve himself. He has pumps I keep in the kitchen. If he's ready, he'll come find them." Uraume said, suppressing an eye roll.

You felt bad the chef had to deal with this for decades. Just how many fits of his has he gone through while Uraume was at his side? He probably never thanked them either. You've always looked up to Uraume. They had the kind of elegance and patience you could only dream of achieving someday. You stared at the freshly swept floors of Sukuna's residence. The shiny black tile reflects the light from the chandeliers above you, blinding you. 

"I'll take care of it," You said vaguely, determination laced in your tone. Uraume's eyebrows furrowed together as they looked at you quizzically. "I hate to see you get treated so roughly by him all because he refuses to milk his tits." Uraume's eyes went wide, their hand shot up to block their expression from you, hiding the blush that crept up their face from your use of anatomy language for the man. 

"You- I don't know if you'll have much luck. He's a stubborn man." Uraume said, sounding like they were dismissing your idea. You were about to try and press them further when they spoke before you. "But if you really want to give it a go, I'll take you to where I keep his pumps." Uraume could swear your eyes shimmered at their words.

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You took a deep breath before rapping your knuckles against the king's quarters, immediately dropping to your knees, the pump tucked away in a bag, slung around your shoulder. "Sukuna-Sama, I ran a bath for you and I-" The door swung open before you could finish your sentence. The door slammed hard against the wall, making you close your eyes, your body tensing reflexively. You saw two sock and sandal-covered feet in your line of sight, making your heart race. 

"Let me help you wash up Sukuna." It wasn't uncommon for you to help Skuna in the bath, help him get dressed, other mundane tasks, so your proposal didn't seem out of the blue. You wanted to give your reason for asking, as you usually just assumed you would unless he said otherwise. But you guessed if you had added that you wanted to help him because he seemed like he was having a hard time lately, he would mistake it for pity, and your head would be severed from your body.

Only Sukuna truly knew your worth to him, so he would never do such a thing, but you thought otherwise. Sukuna huffed out a breath before he walked past you and took a sharp left, heading to the bathroom, where you had already drawn him a bath.

You sighed in relief when he turned another corner, now out of your view. You briefly wondered what the hell you were doing. Hands clasped together in front of you, you pushed open the cracked door of the bathroom. You were met with Sukuna's rippling back, covered in now dried blood from his earlier massacre, contrasting nicely against his pale skin. Your eyes dared to travel down further, starting from his heels, up the strong muscles of his calves, and the tight muscles of his as- 

Sukuna's glowing red eyes peered at you from over his shoulder, making you swiftly avert your eyes, finding the floor of the bathroom. It was hot in the room as you shut the door behind you, locking yourself in with your king. You couldn't tell if the heat you felt creeping through your body was from the steam around you, or something else. 

Splashing of water took you out of your trance and back to the man in front of you as he descended into the tub, the clear fluid overflowing around him, creating a mess on the floor. Swallowing whatever saliva was left in your dry mouth, you walked forward, making sure not to sneak up on him and instead walking around the side of the bath to set your bag on the chair in the corner of the room, a few feet in front of the bath.

You didn't dare to look, but you could feel Sukuna's eyes tracking your every move from the moment you were in his sights. You squeezed your fists into the fabric of the bag, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as you tried to ready yourself to turn around and face him. 

"You're nervous." Sukuna's deep voice cut through the tense, hot room, creating goosebumps along your flesh. You turned on your heels, making eye contact with him. You tried to ignore the now pinkish color of the skin of his chest in your peripherals, his body warmed by the water around him. "Nonsense, it's just a little hot in here." You explained, making your way towards the tub.

When you reached the side of the bath centered in the room, you reached out to grab the washcloth hanging off the side, half submerged in the water. Sukuna's hand gripped your wrist entirely, his stronghold keeping you in your place. you didn't dare to even breathe. "Lie to me again, you won't like the consequences." You tried to keep your breathing steady as your eyes traced the rippled in the water around his knee.

You nodded, still averting your gaze. The only thing you could hear was how intense your heartbeat sounded in your ears. His touch had been so unexpected. If you weren't nervous before, you certainly were now. Sukuna squeezed your small wrist, cutting off your blood flow entirely for a moment, your hand throbbing at the loss of it. You could feel his eyes cutting daggers through the side of your face. Finally, he released you, placing his heavy hand back along the side of the tub.

You took the washcloth in your hand and walked around the tub until you were met with his wide back. You took deep breaths behind him, trying to steady your racing heart now that you were out of his sight at least. Unfolding the washcloth, already hot and damp with water, you reached out and placed it against Sukuna's skin, not missing the way his muscles contracted under your touch.

Taking care of Sukuna relaxed you, you felt most at a place like this. Your eyes traced the markings on his skin as you rubbed the dried blood from his body, collecting it on the washcloth. You leaned down to your side, crouching a bit as you dipped the rag in a smaller bucket of water, cleaning the blood off of it before you went in again. The water turned a pinkish color from the first wipe. 

"Relax Sukuna, you did a lot of work today." You said, trying to ease him as you rubbed the rag over his shoulders, your other hand holding atop his other shoulder. Sukuna all but grunted at your words, his eyes darting around in front of him, trying to find something worthy of stimulating his vision. Your body relaxed from his tame reaction, the hot water must be doing wonders on his chest. You decided to push your luck.

Moving to the side of him, you brought the rag over his shoulder and around his collarbones, ridding him of the crimson blood there. The water was a big moggy from the blood that had coated the rest of his body, making it hard to see into the water. You could only see blurry shots of his body parts when you dipped the rag into the water.

Sukuna was watching you again, and this time you hadn't noticed. You were too focused on your job at hand, that you failed to notice the piercing red eyes tracking you. You leaned over the tub slightly, reaching the blood that stained his other collarbone. Sukuna was exhausted. The hot water bordering on boiling his skin combined with your soft touch was lulling him away into a calmer headspace.

His chest ached, the feeling standing out like a sore thumb compared to how relaxed the rest of his body was. You noticed his hand on the tub opposite from you had relaxed, his arm now just resting along the side instead of gripping it. You peeked your eyes over at his neck, looking at his face through the corners of your eyes. Sukuna's breathing was even, and his face was still, his eyes shut. You knew he wasn't completely unguarded, he never was, but he was relaxing.

You dipped your hand into the hot water of his tub, your gaze finding his hard chest as you rang out the towel. You couldn't tell if his nipples were red from the hot water, or from his little predicament. Seeing as how his chest was above water though, you could make an educated guess. 

It looked so swollen. Sukuna's muscles were impressive, yes, but you were extremely familiar with his body, and his chest was larger than before. He had kept you away from him for almost a week, so you had failed to notice it before. The skin of his chest looked taut and almost stretched. You placed the rag just above his chest, your eyes finding his face to check if he noticed or felt anything displeasing.

When he gave you no reaction, you dragged the rag down his chest, maybe pressing a little too hard as you went down, but you were determined to ease his ache. You only made it about halfway down his chest before you were being restrained again. This time, Sukuna was more dramatic.

He shot up from the tub, the water reaching about his knees as he kept a strong hold on your arm, distancing you from his chest. Your heart had started racing again, this level of stress seriously couldn't be good for your health. Sukuna's lip twitched in disdain, his eyes sharp and pointed as he glared at you, his jaw muscles clenching under the weight of his teeth. 

You forced yourself to speak, "S-sukuna are you alright?" You asked, feigning ignorance the best you could with how in shock you were from his abrupt actions. Sukuna's breathing stayed quick, his gaze angry. He looked as if he was trying to see if you were being honest, if your words were genuine. More time went by, and his nails digging into your skin hurt you more than you cared to admit. Your arm throbbing where he grabbed you.

"Not. Not there." Sukuna said, sucking in a deep breath. You stayed quiet, mustering a confused look on your face. "My pecs. Do not touch them." He clarified, seeing as how you didn't understand his words the first time. You nodded quickly, keeping your lips firmly shut. It was only then that you realized you were face to face with his crotch.

Sukuna had been naked in front of you countless times, but that doesn't mean you got any more used to it. You've never fully got a glance at his... down there, always stopping yourself from leaning into your desires and looking at him. For some reason in this atmosphere, you wanted to look so bad. More so than you ever have before. You were usually good at curbing your arousal for the king, but it was growing harder and harder the more time you spent with him.

Sukuna squinted his eyes at you before he crouched back down, two of his hands grabbing the sides of the tub as he descended back down, his face now coming more level with your own. You softly pulled back against his hand, reminding him he needed to let you go.

He obeyed seconds later, his eyes staying locked on your face the whole time. Dipping the rag in the water, you swirled it around, pretending you were cleaning it off good before you spoke. "Sukuna-sama, may I ask you something?" You said softly, not wanting to irritate him further. Sukuna stayed silent. Your eyes found his when he failed to answer, that's when you noticed the curt nod he gave you.

Looking back at the rag, you rang it out with two hands, the water droplets creating rings on the surface. "Forgive me for asking, but why am I not allowed to wash you there?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you spoke, trying to give him the impression you really didn't know his situation. "You're... there's still blood on your chest." You added.

Sukuna's eyes stayed locked on yours, an unreadable expression on his features. "The water will wash it away." He responded, ignoring your question. You returned his words with a short nod of understanding. You knew better than to expect Sukuna to admit to you he was in pain. He wouldn't even admit it to himself. 

You dragged the washcloth along the side of his torso, along his ribs just under his arm. Sukuna's lip twitched, the pressure from his chest extended to the side of his pecs as well, making your touch irritable, but Sukuna was able to control his reaction, miraculously. 

You noticed the water shift with him as he pushed his hips forward, sliding down into the water more as you scrubbed his body clean of the blood. "Would you like me to abstain from touching you here too?" You asked, keeping your eyes on his chest instead of his face when you asked the question. "If I don't want you touching me somewhere, you will know," Sukuna said, his eyes squinting at you as he spoke.

Before you could stop yourself, you let out a soft laugh. More like a soft breath of air passing through your nose, but the small smile on your face made the sound have a direct correlation. You corrected yourself immediately, clearing your throat you distanced yourself from his body a bit and dipped the towel back into the water.

Walking around the other side of the tub, going behind him to escape his gaze for a moment, you started cleaning the blood off of his left side. You pressed your fingers along the sides of his ribs, making small circle motions almost at the end of his pec, giving him small relief through the discomfort. Sukuna was now staring at the ceiling, his jaw bulging under the weight of his teeth each time you pressed against the side of his sore pec.

Just when you were about to move on to another part of him, as you were dragging your hand away from the underside of his chest, a small white drop of fluid dripped down his chest and met with the water below him, right next to your hand. You froze in place, watching how the milky color faded into the crimson water, becoming the same shade.

You peeked your eyes up and noticed Sukuna was still looking away, meaning you could investigate a little. Biting your lip, you repeated the same action, rubbing right under his chest. This time though, you kept your eyes on his red nipples, as you had a pretty strong indication of what had happened, and you didn't want to miss it this time.

As you pressed against him, sure enough, another white droplet dripped down his chest, following the same trail as the last. The small droplet left an off-white streak along his pale skin. You pressed your thighs together, you had no idea the sight would be so erotic. Hell, you were starting to think you were going to be unsuccessful in your endeavors with getting to relieve Sukuna.

While you were ogling his tits and subtly rubbing your thighs together, trying to diminish the heat that was forming between your legs, Sukuna had dropped his eyes on you. You were foolish to think he wouldn't feel himself lactating, and especially stupid if you didnt think he wouldn't pick up on how you repeatedly rubbed him in the same spot.

Sukuna watched carefully as milk spilled from his chest, your watchful, lidded eyes not missing a single second of it. "Are you having fun?" His voice echoed in the hot room, making your hair stand on edge at the sound. You swallowed hard, slowly retreating your hand away from him. You let your eyes trace his tattooed skin up and up and up, until you were met with his face, which looked almost amused.

"You planned to do this all along didn't you?" He accused, making your eyebrows shoot up in shock. You distanced yourself, dropping the rag in the tub with him as you waved your hands in front of yourself. "N-no Sukuna, I just- I noticed it just now." You explained, looking anywhere but his face. "I put the pieces together just now. Y-you told me not to touch your t-" You quickly corrected yourself, about to use an extremely inappropriate word to describe your boss's pecs.

You cleared your throat before you spoke. "-Chest, and when I saw the liquid just now I-" "What did I say about lying?" Sukuna interrupted, making you find his eyes swiftly. You furrowed your eyebrows together, a drop of sweat sliding down your face. "Do you think I wouldn't hear you talking to Uraume in the hall? You were a mere ten feet away from my quarters, you think my hearing is so inefficient?" 

You felt all the blood drain from your face, your jaw falling open in tandem, you were going to die here. "Looks like I wasn't hearing things then," Sukuna smirked, your reaction giving everything away. Your skin was vibrating, and the heat you felt between your legs was gone in an instant, only fear remained inside of you.

Sukuna smiled, resting his head in his hand as he looked you up and down. "Well? Aren't you going to defend yourself?" He asked, a smug look on his face. 

You decided it was now or never, he was already for sure going to kill you. Might as well fess up. "I- if you knew, why did you let me go when I touched your chest the first time? Surely you knew my intentions." You asked, keeping your distance. Sukuna's smile grew, smile lines forming around it. "It's fun to tease you." He said shamelessly like the sadist he is. You swallowed hard, resisting the urge to look away from his intense gaze.

"Uraume tried to talk me out of it. If you're going to take this out on anyone, take it out on me. I couldn't stand seeing you treat them so harshly, so I took your pumps and ran you a bath, hoping I would be able to relieve you somehow." You blabbed, keeping your hands firmly in front of yourself. Sukuna clicked his tongue in his mouth, his eyes having a darker look in them after your confession.

"I half-assed ambush." He responded. "Just how did you think you were going to get those horrid things on my chest without me noticing? Hm?" Sukuna asked, his tone becoming harsher when he spoke of the pumps. You took in a deep breath and turned your head to the side, looking at your bag which had the pumps tucked away.

"Worst case I was going to ask you straight up and see if you cut my head off or not." You replied. Sukuna laughed at how casually you spoke to him, you must really think you were going to die. "But you surmised deceiving me would be better than being direct?" Sukuna challenged, his eyes giving you a one-over while you weren't looking. 

The atmosphere had gotten hot again. The heat started returning to your body the longer you stayed alive. Why hadn't he taken your life yet? You looked back to him and nodded, not giving him any more of your reasons, you had spoken enough. Sukuna dropped his hand back down along the side of the tub and tipped his head back, his slanted eyes staring at you from behind his bottom lashes.

"Ask." He said curtly, his fingers tapping along the side of the tub. You blinked at him, considering his words carefully. After a long beat of silence, you spoke. "Sukuna-Sama, may I help you relieve yourself with the pumps?" You asked, keeping your eyes on his. His toothy grin made you throb under your robe. "No." He replied. You still kept your eyes on him, challenging him.

"Ask again." He demanded, tipping his head to the side. "Sukuna-Sama." You paused at his name as you figured out the meaning behind his words. His disdain while he spoke about the pumps must mean he didn't want to use them, but what other way was there? Possibly he couldn't mean...

"Can I relieve you?" You asked, leaving out the part about the pumps. Sukuna released a soft laugh, amused and impressed at how quickly you had figured out what he wanted you to ask. "And how will you relieve me?" He pushed further.

The vagueness in his words made you fight the urge to press your thighs together, a fire burning hot between them. "Anyway, you'd like me to, Sukuna." You replied, not even daring to blink as you tested him. Sukuna licked his lips before tipping his head back down, looking at you straight on. "What are you waiting for then?" He challenged, his knees poking out the top of the water spreading to make room for... something, or someone.

You slowly walked up to the tub, your eyes never once leaving his. "Perhaps we should change the water first." You replied, leaning down to the drain on the outside of the tub. Sukuna's hand grabbed the back of your neck firmly as you leaned down, stopping you from moving any further. "That won't be necessary." He replied, pulling you upwards.

"You aren't afraid of a little blood are you?" He teased, one of his eyebrows raising in amusement. You shook your head, placing your hand on his that still held the back of your neck. Sukuna released you, the smile still evident on his face. Your heart was racing a million miles a minute. He wanted you to get in the tub with him right? That's why he said that? What if you were interpreting his words wrong? What if-"

"Get it. Keep me waiting for another second and I'm changing my mind." Sukuna's deep voice reverberated through your body, shutting down any insecure thought that popped into your head. He was fibbing, there was no way he could go any longer without having his chest milked, he was so sore but his teasing was the only way to get you to hurry up.

You pulled the bow keeping your robe together undone, the thick fabric falling off of your body, exposing a thinner, white robe underneath. Sukuna felt saliva start to pool in his mouth, he could see the figure of your body almost perfectly now, and he would see it even clearer once you got in the water with him. You kicked the kimono to the side and grabbed the edge of the tub.

You swung your leg over it, dipping it into the blood-stained water. Immediately the temperature made you tense the muscles in your leg as you inhaled a sharp breath. "There you go." Sukuna said softly, his large hand grabbing your thigh, pulling you into the bath with him. If the atmosphere didnt feel tense and intimate earlier, it sure as hell did now.

You slipped on the bottom of the tub when your foot reached the bottom, your kimono getting drenched with the water around you, making the fabric sheer as you reached out and Grabbed Sukuna's shoulders, bracing yourself. Sukuna tsked, blinking away the water that had splashed in his eye before your waist was being grabbed with two hands and you were pulled into the water, your thighs straddling his pelvis, just above his...

"Didn't know you could be so clumsy." Sukuna teased, making your face turn bright red as you retracted your hands from his shoulders, sitting back. He kept a strong hold on your waist, keeping you against him. "I wonder what else you're hiding from me." Sukuna purred, tiping his head at you. You swallowed hard before looking down at his chest, swollen and irritated.

It felt like millions of little needles were pricking your skin from the heat, but the sight of Sukuna's chest in front of you distracted you enough for the pain to not feel unbearable. "How- how do I go about..." You stuttered softly, fidgeting with your hands in front of you. "Ask your question in a way I can understand. You aren't a child." Sukuna retorted, making you scrunch your eyebrows together in embarrassment.

His glowing eyes on you didnt help how nervous you were feeling. "The liquid that came out of them earlier, what was it?" You asked, backtracking to make sure you knew exactly what you were dealing with. Sukuna looked unimpressed, staring at you like you were dumb. "What do you think? Surely you can't be that dense," he responded. You felt the vein in your head throb, was he incapable of answering a question straight on?

You were hesitant to ask your next question. How you should get the milk out. Usually, mothers would breastfeed or use a pump to get the milk out, was it really the same for Sukuna? "Why do you produce... milk?" You asked, reaching out slowly before softly placing your hands on his chest with featherlight pressure.

"I'm not a mother if that's what you're asking," Sukuna said, a hint of humor behind his deadpanned answer. You didn't even know he was capable of making jokes. "Of course not." You responded, softly squeezing his chest, resulting in a long inhale from the man underneath you, his nails digging into your waist.

Sukuna's eyes fell to your chest, which was not soaked with the water and sheer. Unfortunately for him, you were wearing a bra, but the sight of it through your now-see-through clothes was a treat nonetheless. "Just do what you feel is right." He answered your unspoken question, his eyes lazily sliding back up to find yours.

With a nod, your eyes left him and dropped down to his tatted chest. You unknowingly wiggled on his lap before you groped his chest harder, resulting in Sukuna rolling his head to the side. You pressed the tight muscles together, rubbing his chest in circles, trying to increase his blood flow there. Sukuna's eyes shut halfway at the painfully pleasureful. 

You worked your hands from the outside of his chest inward until you reached his nipples. You felt yourself throb between the legs repeatedly, the pace almost matching that of your heartbeat. You had no idea how worked up this would make you. Sukuna winced, almost unnoticeably, when you squeezed your hands right around his nipples, a white stream trickling down his chest.

You wanted to apologize, but once again didnt want him to feel self-conscious about feeling the pain. Sukuna rolled his eyes, his lip twitching at the feeling of his tits being milked bringing him relief in more ways than one. His cock had been hard from the moment you had started bathing him, his teasing and your facade of not knowing what you were doing to him only riled him up more. 

The pressure of your hands stimulating his irritated chest outweighed the pleasure with the discomfort, leading Sukuna to grip your waist harder and groan. "Use your mouth, this method is insufficient." He growled, his voice coming out more hoarse than before.

He wanted you to... suck his nipples? You knew better than to ask any follow-up questions, Sukuna was clearly irritated enough. He was at his breaking point. You squeezed your thighs around his torso, trying to press your clit against his lower tummy to bring yourself some relief, completely forgetting that his body was a part of him and he could feel everything you were doing.

Sukuna stayed silent about your arousal for now. With a soft nod, you leaned forward and latched your lips around his nipple, waiting a brief moment to gather yourself before you sucked. Sukuna immediately groaned, and you made a noise of surprise as his milk flooded your mouth, the taste of it sweeter than you imagined.

Sukuna's hand pressed firmly against the back of your head, his low groans filling the bathroom as you sucked harder, your tongue lapping over his nipple occasionally, soothing the bud. Sukuna groaned through his teeth, his head tipping back as he relished in the feeling of his chest being milked. 

Countless times he's had to relieve himself with the pump, and never once has it ever felt like this. Sukuna's cock twitched repeatedly with the need for attention each time you suckled around his nipple. "Yeahhhh, yeah this is doin' it." Sukuna groaned, shaking his head back and forth as he looked down at you. You peeked up at him, moaning around his nipple as you did your best to make eye contact with him, your eyebrows furrowed.

"Can't tell who this is for with how much yer rubbin' on me." Sukuna teased. He was right, you had been so absorbed in sucking on his chest that you failed to realize you had been steadily humping against his lower abdomen, giving your clit some much-needed friction. You stopped and pulled off of his chest the moment he exposed you, his hand still holding the back of your head.

Milk dripped out from his nipple, running down his chest. "I didn't say you had to stop, did I?" He corrected, raising his eyebrows in an unimpressed manner. "I told you, didn't I? Do what you have to do." 

You nodded quickly with a hot face before you leaned down and latched your lips around his other nipple. A loud, long groan was released from Sukuna's longs as you started sucking, some of the milk you were unable to swallow spilling out from your lips and down your chest. Sukuna pulled his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes threatening to roll back in his head at the nipple stimulation.

You heard a sloshing sound behind you. At first, you thought it was your body creating the noise now that you were grinding your cunt on his pelvis freely, but you quickly realized it was something much different when you felt his hand repeatedly bumping against your back. Sukuna was jerking off. 

"So eager huh?" Sukuna teased, his voice much darker and needier now. Sukuna was wasting no time with teasing himself by taking things slow, your tongue flicking against his nipples made his balls ache with the need to drain them, so that was exactly what he was going to do. Pulling back from his chest you sat up and began tweaking with the swollen buds, making milk leak down them.

Sukuna's hips jolted under yours, making your body jump against him. "Almost there, they're almost empty." Sukuna nodded, his eyes fluttering in their sockets. You weren't sure if he was talking about his situation under the water, or his chest. Nonetheless, you leaned forward and took a nipple back into your mouth again, sucking harder, trying to drain him completely. 

Your own humping was thrown off as Sukuna began fucking up into his fist, the tip of his cock poking you in the back each time he did so. The water sloshed around you, spilling out on the floor from the tub. "Uh-huh. uh-huh, keep sucking, keeeeep fucking sucking." Sukuna demanded, his head falling back along with his jaw.

His jerking was sporadic now. You moaned and whined around his nipple, your sounds coming out choppy and high-pitched from the movement of his body under yours. His pelvis was bumping forcefully against your clit, it almost felt like he was fucking you like this. "The other one, suck the other one, do it now." Sukuna groaned, his nails digging against your scalp, leaving a mean tingling sensation against it.

Sukuna's chest felt empty and much less taught than before, the previous throbbing all gone, save for the throbbing of his nipples from the pleasure you were giving him. Your lithe fingers tweaked the nipple you weren't sucking as you obeyed him and switched to the other, only getting small drops on your tongue now. You had truly sucked him dry. 

Sukuna's hips lost their rhythm, his body going taught under you as his arm went stiff, doing the best he could to jerk himself up to his high. His jaw fell open further and his eyes rolled back in his head. A long, deep groan was released as he came. Long white ropes of cum shot out from his cock right against your back. He rubbed his tip against your skin while he jerked himself off, working himself through it with your help.

His cum mixed in with the water around him. His balls twitched and clenched as they pushed out every last drop of his cum. Pulling away from Sukuna's nipple you pressed both hands against his now empty chest and started humping against his lower stomach, his hard pelvis muscles rubbing perfectly against your clit, making your head spin.

"Nghhh- S-sukuna-" You cried absentmindedly, resulting in a large hand smacking over your mouth, followed by an amused laugh. "Yeah yeah, get yourself off on me but be quiet about it, don't need anyone else hearin' you cry my name," Sukuna said breathlessly, his hand still holding the base of his now spent cock as he watched you finish yourself off.

His hands around your waist tightened and helped you rub yourself along his muscles when he noticed you were having a little trouble the closer you got. "You gonna cum?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you, a hint of neediness in his voice. You nodded, your moans getting muffled by his hand. "Cum then, I'll help you," Sukuna said, pressing you harder against him, bringing more friction to your sensitive clit.

Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling, now only seconds from crashing down into your high as you rubbed your needy pussy on him. Sukuna nodded at you, his jaw falling open in a small o, occasionally cracking into a small smile as he watched your eyes and eyebrows twitch and furrow in tandem. 

Your hand left his chest to wrap around his arm at the last second to ground yourself as your orgasm hit you. "There you go." Sukuna drawled, smiling to himself as your body jerked forward and your hips stopped moving on your own. He helped you move against him. Each time your throbbing clit bumped into his lower abs while you came another loud muffled moan was caught behind his hand. 

When you tapped repeatedly against his large arm, he loosened his grip on your waist and released your mouth. A string of saliva connected from your lips to his hand, something you would've been embarrassed about if you were in a clearer mindset. 

Sukuna pat your ass a few times under the water, trying to coax you back into the real world. "That felt good, huh? Looked like it felt good." Sukuna teased. Your eyes were all out of focus and your chest rose and fell heavily with every deep breath you took. "Don't get sleepy on me now, still gotta clean this mess up." 

You wanted to roll your eyes at his audacity. You just drained his tits and came on him and he was already telling you to clean up? "A...A thank you would be nice." You said, wiping your hand over your eyes, getting the sweat off of your face. Sukuna smiled before his hand gripped your chin firmly, shaking your face back and forth. 

"I think the cum I spilled was thank you enough." He said snarkily, making you sigh. He laughed at your irritation, glad to see you were coming back. "Have Uraume throw the pumps away when you get finished here." He said, making you tip your head to the side and look at him funny. 

"I don't think I'm going to need them anymore."

[trendywaifus]

Stelle nsfw and sfw headcannons…Pleasewe

ye ye!! since you two buds said please-

— aaa being in a relationship with stelle is a ride. she’s so pretty and weird that you even wonder how someone like her exists. oh well, you ain’t complaining. despite her weird traits, when it comes to you, she’s protective and almost always seen by your side! she’s like a cat y’know?

— stelle flirts but it’s..pretty random? i feel like she doesn’t know how to be romantic all like that but tries her best in unintentional silly ways. like one time, she shows up at your cabin door in the middle of the night with a rose in her mouth casually asking to be let in. if you’re wearing an outfit that she never seen before and likes it, she’ll stare at you for the longest before commenting how good you look. she’ll prob say “ your butt fits nice in those pants, can i touch?”

— the way stelle looks at you whenever you’re around is adorable. march describes it as “a happy puppy who’s happy to see its owner! “

— def touch starved. every chance she gets to cuddle with you, she plops on top of you like a dead fish and now she’s apart of you. stelle’s pretty strong so if her arms are wrapped around you. . .good luck! also, please give her forehead kisses, it makes her all puddy inside and her love-sick grin is just precious.

— her kisses aren’t bad at all. they’re languid but a little sloppy since she’s ofc inexperienced. she’ll kiss you like that before and after missions, and in the heat of the moment like after a chase or fight; it grounds her.

— there’s a few times where stelle randomly suggested on making out with you behind a building during a mission and you just look at her like she took a dive in one of the trash cans on a street.

— you know that one idle when stelle is playing on her phone? yeah, imagine her challenging you to play with her and you almost always beat her. when she finally wins, for some reason she’s smug? like you’re sore loser, why so smug? she’d be the type to ask for a rematch and try to make you lose by casually using cheesy pick-up lines or making some random jokes that’s weirdly funny.

“ wow, i’m first place, again. “ you laughed, taking delight in seeing your girlfriend’s shoulders sag in defeat as she frowns at the sight of 2nd place in front of her name. “ losing in mario kart mobile is depressing, i know. it’s a skill issue though, the game’s easy. “ you shrugged, tucking your phone back into your pocket.

“ . . . .your mom. “ she mumbled.

your head whipped towards her, a look of surprised etched on your face. “ wh-what did you just say? did. .did you just make a mom joke, stelle? “ stelle clears her throat, golden eyes twinkling with mischief, she smiling cheekily, “ no, i obviously said good game, (name). “

nsfw

— stelle’s a service top and bottom so basically a switch. she prefers top though because she enjoys pleasing you. that dazed expression on your face; it’s almost like you’re seeing stars, she’s so enthralled by it. she’s so obsessed with the way you moan her name, she does whatever means necessary to hear your voice like a broken record in her ear.

— pervert! stelle is real. she’s sneaky with it, if you’re in the shower, she shamelessly undresses and invites herself. you won’t really realize she’s there until you hear the sliding door creak open and soon after, wandering hands makes theirselves known on your stomach then travels downward; hair ticking against your neck. she grins when you say her name in a breathless voice.

— she likes to touch herself and goes off at the mere thought of you alone. even when you’re asleep beside her, she can’t resist the urge in fingering herself while watching you sleep. she’s fine in relieving herself like this and doesn’t wanna wake you up. but sometimes, she gets a little too loud. is it on purpose in hopes of you waking up to help her out? maybe.

— i can imagine her throwing you a suggestive glance as you travel your fingers up her skirt from under a table, wandering a little too close to her cunt. she spreads her legs a little more, silently inviting you to go farther.

[lady06reaper]

Viking x Sweetheart reader. Who on the outside is a big sweetheart who wouldn't hurt a fly. Said Viking got her from a village.

Only when alone with her husband does she cuss like a sailor and scream when she wants to. Just a overall temper (Viking finds it hot tho-)

She also acts like this around her kids (if she has any) and her kids are absolutely flabbergasted to see how their mom acts outside of home. Often getting secretly slapped upside the head when they say something smart only to realize no one saw it.

- Marshmellow (bit of a crackfic lol)

ya know, this the OPPOSITE of me, I'll cuss anytime, it's only when I'm alone I'm a total "sweetheart"

NSFW lines are slashed, the rest is SFW besides the cussing

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU HAVING THE MOUTH OF A SAILOR

Bjorn wouldn't know it was coming, you were the sweet and doting wife, helping neighbors and playing with the local children

Your were a delicate flower in his eyes, but he knew you could hold your own when need be

Until you came home and slammed your dagger into the table where he was eating

"That mother fucking no tits asshole of a cunt! Who the hell does she think she is?! Talking about my damn husband in that fucking manner!"

his hand stopped mid path to his opened mouth, his eyebrows rose away from his widened eyes

did he hear that correctly? or was the mead taking effect already?

he stayed like that for a few moments until you snapped at him to say something

"Your mouth, where'd you learn to talk like that?"

little to Bjorns knowledge, you had always had that vocabulary, it just only came out when you were pissed

not to mention you prefer to keep the innocent facade up in public, but that doesn't you can't flip the switch if you get pushed more than what you did that day

More occurrences like this happened, though he was prepared to just let you go and cool off

that doesn't mean he didn't help you let out your frustrations with sex either

Now he knew that this delicate flower of his was poisonous

Ubbe had a feeling that that mouth of yours was dirty, he just never witnessed it

unless you were going down on him

the feeling stayed dormant for the longest time, until he came home to the long house turned upside down

furniture was strewn across from its original places, some were broken too

You were sitting on the throne throwing daggers at a table you had propped up on its side, cussing every time the enlarged knives left your hands

"That *thud* little dicked *thud* no balls *thud* bastard child *thud* of a fucking merchant! *thud*"

he now knew his feeling was right, as they normally were

he was grateful you ran out of daggers when he reached you, or otherwise he feared one would end up in him

he didn't need no explanation, he knew that the merchant you were lewdly referring to must've tried something on you to woo you away from him, it wasn't the first time, but you were so sweet in public that you didn't want to ruin your public look by cussing the man out in public

no words were spoken as he picked you up bridal style and carried you over to the bathtub where you and Ubbe would share a relaxing soak

Ivar knew from the start that you had a mouth, there was no way you were as innocent as you portrayed

there was always two sides to sword, he just hasn't seen your sharper, more deadlier side

until he about took your blade to his throat when he approached you in the woods while you were hacking a tree with your sword

"What's the matter my dove?" Ivar cocked his head to the side.

"That god damn fish fucking tree humping shit eating whore of woman your brother keeps closely by his side! Bitch tried to say my form was wrong during training!"

and there was your sharper edge

Ivar never understood why you kept this side hidden, especially from him

he figured it was a threat to everyone to have your meaner side out in public, and keep your softer side for him only

but Ivar wasn't you, you preferred to keep this side a secret incase you truly needed it

he thought it was hot watching those profanities drip from your mouth

like his cum did last night when you two were fucking

but, I also know that if he encouraged the sailor talk he would also receive it too, which would most likely turn into a battle of who can come up with the worst names

he liked the fiery side of you and wished you would show it more often

the villagers did not as they heard every cuss word that came out of your mouth, including the whore

[kokoasci]

hey hiii love your art and i am astonished by your background composition, is there a process behind that or maybe tips you would share ?

hi!! thank you! this kind of like depends per piece, im not a professional artist (compsci student, so take my advice as a student with no formal art studies with enough salt to taste) but i do have a kind of general-ish process that i can talk about like with this scara piece comp:

i work pose first, composition second: i.e. i draw a pose and usually refine it before i start thinking about a background lol 😭

working general -> specific is my best friend, and I think it also helps me evolve a drawing as i go, since i don't usually have an idea for a full composition when i start (that's so stressful to me LMAO) you can see this progress here (i erased the basic guidelines though so theres no facial features, but i usually leave the face for last anyway because it helps me fit in an expression better)

by the time i have a full pose THEN ill start refining to an actual composition. this is also the point at which i decide to start putting actual effort in

then i just. fill the background with objects, usually ones that have a connection to the character or vibe im trying to fit. this is a weird example because the only things i know about scaramouche is there's some sort of like connection with puppets and he also likes his vision so i played with that idea, which is kind of where those fishes and the general pose came from. (i go into more detail about this here!)

i originally wanted to have puppet strings for those objects as you can see below but it made the final piece kind of muddy so i took them out :(

then its just coloring, which is usually what takes me the longest because im so. indecisive 😭 i like to keep depth and 3d space as the like #1 thing in my mind while coloring though and how shadows will work with that, because i think it helps a piece pop out way more

and that's how i get my compositions !! i make it seem pretty streamlined here please know it's a lot of redoing whole parts of the drawing and fixing the background/foreground until im happy with the finished result

thank you for asking, i hope this helped answer the question <3

[deiaiko]

#17.3 Wind up

"Crocodile, come with me for a moment," Khun heard as Agni approached Rak.

Rak gave Agni a thoughtful look, but he agreed. They walked away until they were out of sight, though not too far since Khun could still feel Rak's presence.

Khun sat down on the ground next to Ran, legs spread to avoid cramps after the workout. He didn't expect Agni to be that powerful. His moves were calculated and precise enough that he could still last after sparring with everyone one-on-one for five minutes each. His attacks weren't too destructive but aimed to subdue, which meant that he was serious when he said that this was just a mock battle and not a way to eliminate them. Agni could see everyone's weak points and use it to his advantage, and Khun was sure that everyone had at least one thing they could improve after this.

One thing Khun could confirm was that Agni did live up to the rumors. He had proven himself to be an excellent lightbearer, spear bearer and a negotiator, and it was kind of scary that he was also a part of FUG.

Although, there was something about him that made Khun wonder. It was really subtle, but after analyzing his fights with everyone else, Khun realized that Agni seemed to be favoring his left leg. Upon a successful hit, Agni's reaction was just as expected of a normal regular, and there was little to no change to his attack speed. Though from the way he didn't notice the surprise attack itself, Khun had a suspicion that his mask-covered eye might be partially blind. But he had no proof to back it up, since Agni's eyes both looked functional.

Footsteps approached Khun from behind. Something cold touched his cheek, and Khun instinctively reached out for his knife, especially because it reminded him of Agni's ice and some unpleasant memories from his past.

"Here, drink up." Isu offered him a cold can of juice. "Ran, I got yogurt for you too."

Ran took it silently with a straight face, but his eyes showed satisfaction.

Fortunately for Shibisu, Khun was too drained to be mad and instead just took a long sip of the juice to cool off his head, only to realize how thirsty he was. "You will get yourself stabbed if you do that to me again."

Isu blinked, then raised both hands in surrender. "Sorry, I won't do that again."

From the other side of the field, Endorsi groaned loudly, "I'm going to kill him." She got up to her feet and dragged Anaak with her. "We're going to spar, c'mon."

Anaak also groaned in response, but surprisingly complied. They were the first two to challenge Agni, so they had the longest break already. Hatz and Ran joined them on the sparring field not long after.

Khun took out his lighthouse and did a quick search. "The fish earlier…he didn't lie that it might be dangerous for E-ranks since it can only be found on the 24th floor or higher."

Shibisu gulped.

"it's possible to tame one…" Khun read aloud as he skimmed through the article, "but it's not built for fighting or tracking, so it’s low in demand among animas, making the domesticated electric eel rare in the market."

"Huh." Shibisu knitted his eyebrows, "So: One, Agni has at least reached the 24th floor to get his hands on it. And two, considering that he's from the Khun family, he wasn't born an anima, and that should have limited his ability to control shinheuh. So it's likely that he specifically picked this species for its abilities. Which are–"

"The ability to stunning their enemies and hide their shinsu presence," Khun recited. "They're a good choice for defending against a surprise attack. The major downside is that they can only release an electrical shock once every few days before having to recharge."

"Yeah, no wonder they're low in demand," Shibisu muttered. "So he's planning to give it to me?"

"Maybe he saw you as the weakest and in need of extra protection."

Shibisu groaned, "You didn't have to call me out like that. But I guess…it's not a bad idea to have a secret card."

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I wanna be yours - Ch. 8

(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)

(Warning: Polyamorous relationship. Angst.Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. Falling in love.Redemption arc. Canon deaths (but not really). Romance. Smut. Jealousy. Threesome. Anal(both F & M receiving).Mention of suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety. PTSD. Feelings being revealed. Jake and Neytiri not being good parents to reader.Reader being a motherly figure to Spider.)

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“You are very good with him” you smile up at Quaritch as he looks down at you from where he has come to a stop beside you. 

“You say that as if you’re surprised, darlin” He smirks back, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I am,” You reply honestly, holding his eyes when he looks into yours. 

It’s been a week since the Palulukan incident. You’ve been teaching them how to ride a Pa’li, unsuccessfully of course. Like Quaritch, they all fell down when they tried to mount one. It’s amusing watching them making bets on who would last the longest. You decided to have Spider on the sidelines for this, his small stature worries you he might get trampled on by the large Pa’li, which means you had to teach them on your own, and to do that you have to teach them individually. Though a few tried on their own, thinking they could do it with ease, without your help.

Oh how wrong they were, everyone is covered in mud to prove that.

The easiest to teach was Mansk, Ja, and Prager, the others not so much, Quaritch is embarrassed to try again in front of his team, instead he and a few others are at the pond near by so Spider could continue to teach them how to catch fish with their hands, you given them a break from teaching.

Quaritch had gotten a little more comfortable with you, even though you push away from him, you didn’t understand how you let you guard down and let him touch you so tenderly, something he didn’t seem capable of, he seems aggressive atleast with what she’d seen.

But, you’ve seen how gentle and caring he’s been with Spider, the same goes for you, he still raises his voice at you, calls you out but that’s nothing new.

The man standing beside you the very demon you had heard about, yet, not. Every now and then, the cruel man you knew him to be shone through, but when he was with his unit, with Spider and you - learning the Na’vi way - he became someone else. Someone genuine.

The same goes for Lyle, you’ve heard the whispers of the unit saying he’s gone soft. Lopez told you stories of the human Lyle, from what you heard, he’s the complete opposite of the Lyle you know now.

Quaritch nodded thoughtfully, uncrossing his arms, letting them hang by his side as he watches his unit try to follow Spider’s directions on how to wait patiently to catch fish. You’ve been observing them all day, letting them show you what they’ve learned. You’re not surprised when they remember most of what Spider and you taught them, yet a form of pride blossoms inside of you. Looking up at Quaritch, you can see the same pride reflected on his own face. 

“Hey, pops!” Spider shouts from where he’s standing next to Lyle and Ja, “Lyle’s winning. You’re going to lose the bet”

The grin on Spider’s face as he teases Quaritch is truly blinding. He’s been so happy the past few months, the insecurity he felt over not being Na’vi born, all but melting away as he helped teach the unit how to do the simplest of things. Spider laughed more, smiled more, took charge of teaching and protection without you saying anything. With his new confidence, you let him grow, only gently guiding him from the background whenever he would look back at you for help. 

“Over my dead body, kid,” he growls playfully before stomping over to them.

The last few weeks, you’ve seen Spider, Lyle, and Quaritch tease each other constantly, challenging each other in ridiculous games fit for children. Spider had both built a bond with the two of them. Even though you knew that Spider lacked nothing in his life, to see him interact with his… Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh. When you open them again, Lyle and Quaritch looks at you with something aching to genuine worry for you. Smiling at them, you shake your head to ease their worries.

In the past week you’ve notice how they both acted with one another. They weren’t exactly being subtle with their little touches or eye contact or they way looked at each other when the other isn’t looking. Your grandmother has always said you have good reading on people.

Do they have history?

“Woah-hoo! I got one!” Z-dog cheers

“Hey, chiquita!” Lopez calls for you, turning your attention away from them, you focus on Lopez, who shows you the biggest fish compared to the others. Obviously proud of himself with a smile. “Check it out”

“Shit” you mutter, clearly impressed, “Lopez! You did it!” You smile at him. You step into the water walking closer to him to admire the big fish. You trip over a rock, Lopez reaches out for you, catching you, instinctively pulling you his chest, while holding the fish under his other arm.

“Thanks” you pant, feeling your heart race from almost falling.

“Que nada, preciosa” Lopez grins down at you.

Quaritch growls lowly with annoyance watching the two of you so close to each other. Lyle glares, feeling heat rushes through his entire body, not liking what he sees.

Ja notices their obvious jealousy and makes eye contact with Mansk with a raised eyebrow, telepathy speaking to one another.

Lopez gestures for you to walk ahead of him so the both of you could get on dry land. Lopez is a man, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over your backside.

“Damn mamasita” Lopez bites his bottoms lip. You turn to look at him confused. This ain’t the first time he compliments you in his native language, you never know what they mean but seeing his smirk tells you he means it in a good way.

“I don’t even know what that means” you laugh.

“It means you’re fine as fuck” he once again lets his eyes wander over your figure.

Your eyes widen at the compliment, feeling your cheeks heating up, you no doubt look flush, “Well… thank you, Lopez” you mutter before turning away from him to hide your blushing face, making him chuckle.

“Hey! That’s my sister you’re talking to” Spider shouts at Lopez, overhearing the conversation, defending your honor. Lopez raises his hands in surrender.

“Lo lamento” Lopez apologies in his native tongue. Spider huffs not understanding but takes it anyways.

Lyle busies himself with Spider to distract himself from not strangling Lopez, Quaritch not afraid to stare down at one of his men, holding back his restraint to not drown one Lopez.

Lyle excuses himself as he swims to the edge towards you. You were looking at the scenery around you, enjoy what great mother has blessed you with.

“You alright?” Lyle question as he hops out of the water. You turn to look at him, watching droplets slide down his chiseled chest and broad shoulders, you gulp when you caught yourself ogling at him. All of them were down to their underwear to not wet their cloths, but you think they enjoy the cool water against their naked skin. You snap your eyes up to make eye contact to see him smirking obviously caught you drooling over him.

“I’m fine” you roll your eyes. Lyle softly smiles down at you. He walks around to reach for his cloths. You watch shamelessly as he pulls up his pants over his muscular legs. Leaving him only shirtless, your head tilts seeing the exposed tattoos he has on his chest ‘born to kill’. Zeroing on the tattoo on his shoulder, a skull with a saying ‘no fear, letting your eyes trail down to his forearm, seeing the dragon tattoo.

Lyle notices you watching him and smirks as he pulls on his shirt covering his chest. You impulsively pout seeing him covered up, making Lyle chuckle.

“Like what you see, baby?”

“I do actually” you grin, Lyle eyes widen not expecting you to respond with that. You laugh at his reaction as you turn your back to walk down the trail to the field of Pa’li.

“Hey- wait a second!” Lyle shuffles on his tactile vest in hurry to catch up with you.

Lyle follows you all the way to the field. Watching as a Pa’li walks up to you, wanting attention.

“You want to ride?”

“Excuse me?”

You side glare Lyle for his dirty mind.

“Ride him. Practice makes perfect and you need a lot of practice”

“Hey!” Lyle shouts offensively making you giggle.

Lyle sighs as he shakes off his anxiety, starting to approach you and the Pa’li. Its feet shifted a little in place, you softly speak soothing words in Na’vi to calm him.

Once Lyle made it to your side, he lifted his hands onto the back of the animal and hoist himself up. He didn’t have the hang of it at first, but he quickly adjusted. The Pa’li did not like having an unfamiliar man on his back, but it did not object into harsh actions towards him.

“Sitsan, Pa’li, sitsan” (Good, Pa’li, good) you sooth the animal, noticing how fidgety he is at Lyle’s presence. You gently grab his antenna and hand it to Lyle.

Remembering how the bond works, Lyle reaches for his braid, bringing it forward. With a soft exhale, Lyle connects the two queues, causing an immediate surprised reaction from the Pa’li.

At this action, the pa’li eyes widen and jerked forward feeling unease of the presence of a new person. You kept a steady hold on the pa’li head and upper body so Lyle doesn’t fall off again.

Lyle sighs in relief once it calmed down, he makes direct eye contact with you, waiting for your instructions.

“That is Tsaheylu. The bond” you explain. You’ve explained this many times with the others but it still doesn’t hurt to explain again so they could understand.

Patting the animal’s side, “Feel him. Feel his heartbeat. His breath. Feel his strong legs. You may tell him what to do. Inside” you tap the side of your head to make him understand.

Nodding his head, he took mental notes of your teaching, closing his eyes with a relaxed smile on his face. It was exhilarating. He was feeling and sensing everything the animal was experiencing. Now that he was connected, everything he felt, the animal felt as well, it works both ways.

“Now, say where to go” you step back, not wanting to get tumbled over.

Looking in front of him, he adjust his position slightly, he gulped and prepared for his first command. “Uh forward?” Lyle stutters, and the animal took off rapidly without warning, making the bond break as Lyle falls to the ground. Good thing it hasn’t rained or he would’ve been covered in mud again.

“You okay?” You laugh. Lyle huffs and winces when he sits up, knees bend with his forearms on his knees. You kneel beside him to check for any injuries but seeing none.

“I can’t get the hang of any of this” Lyle is clearly frustrated. You gently sigh when you place your hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing for reassurance. Lyle turns his head to look at you, his tired but of what? You don’t know. There’s countless things he could be thinking, you could ask but you know you’ll be overstepping boundaries.

“It’s okay. I didn’t get it in for the first couple of times either. This is just practice and to show you how Tsaheylu works” you explain, Lyle nods understanding dropping his head down.

You let your hand trail down to the back of his blades and gently rub, Lyle sighs contentedly. Without thinking you kiss his temple like how you would Spider when he was down.

“Let’s go with the others” you stand. Not waiting for Lyle, you start making your way back to the river, leaving a star struck Lyle behind.

Later that night, the recoms got some shut eye, exhausted by their excited day, sleeping in their hammocks, you slip out of yours, leaving Spider alone in the hammock covered in a blanket.

You sit cris cross on the edge of the river on a rock admiring the the blue water as fish swim by, you couldn’t sleep, you felt conflicted about your feelings towards the recoms. They’ve changed drastically compared to when you first met them.

You try to distract yourself from your thought, keeping your hands busy, you make an armband for Spider, from materials you had collected from the river.

“What you doing, darlin?” You hear the voice of the man you used to despised.

Quaritch has trust in you not to run off, not with you having a tracker on your wrist, he knows you won’t run off, seeing Spider asleep in your hammock tells him you don’t run off, just probably wanted time away from the others.

“Pxawpxun. An armband for Spider” you reply, continuing braiding the beads. You feel his presence coming closer to you, in the corner of your eye you see Quaritch long legs sit next to you, dipping his legs into the water.

“You seem to like babying the kid” Quaritch breaks the silence.

“He’s a kid” you deadpan, finally turning to look up at him. You thought he meant it menacingly but the way he looks at you doesn’t look like he meant it in that way.

“So are you” Quaritch softly says. Your eyes widen before looking down at your hands , avoiding his eyes.

“I would do anything for Spider. We may not be blood related but he’s still my brother” you simply say, feeling your eyes water. You fight back tears as memories of your parent’s mistreatment of Spider, oh how much you hated that.

Quaritch doesn’t take his eyes off of you, studying you, remembering the conversation he had with Spider earlier about you.

I knew she meant it when she said, she’ll always be there to protect me. She has the scars the prove it

Quaritch never really paid much attention, yeah he’d seen a couple scars here and there but that doesn’t surprise when you live in the forest where there’s countless dangerous predators. He can’t really see much since he forced you into RDA cloths.

“Does… anyone have a problem with Spider?” He couldn’t help but ask. Remembering that night, you seem to be the only one who cares about Spider as if he was one of your own.

You bite your lip in hesitation, “my mother” you answer, “she despises Spider as if he is unworthy, just cause who his father is” you glare at Quaritch.

Quaritch looks ashamed when he looks away from you, not being able to hold eye contact. Your face soften apologetically, holding a grudge against wouldn’t do you any good.

“Me and my siblings spend a lot of time with Spider. My mother hates that. She blames Spider for any new wounds I have cause I protect him”

Quaritch gently places his hand on your thigh, “Spider is a good kid. He’s lucky to have someone like you on his side” he smile softly at you.

Quaritch takes his hand off you and reach me a behind him, “Here. I believe this belongs to you” he twirls a your knife in his hands, holding the sheath in his other hand.

You look down at his hands and your eyes widen, “my knife?”

“This is impressive craftsmanship” he admires the blade and handle that is decorated that just screams you, “what’s it made of?”

“The blade is made from Rawm’s wing claw, the handle is made of wood and organic matter, I was the one that customized the handle” you explain, Quaritch hums impressively.

“This too?” He holds up the sheath. You shake your head.

“No. My sister and Spider made it for me” you answer.

You watch as he places your knife back to its sheath and holds his hand out towards you. You were taken back at the fact he would allow you to armed with a weapon. Is he playing a trick on you? Testing you?

“Why?” You eye him suspiciously. Quaritch chuckles at your hesitation.

“Well, I’d feel better if you had something to protect yourself with, we won’t always be there to protect you. I left you defenseless with that Thanater, and that’s my fault”

You look between him and your knife, you move your hand to reach for it only for him to raise out of arms reach. You gawk at him. The audacity.

“Too slow” he teases with a grin. You huff in annoyance before getting on your knees from your crisscrossed sitting position. You reach for it again but he keeps waving it around away from your outstretch arms like the asshole that he is.

“Tìng po txal, vonvä!” (Give it back, asshole!) you hiss.

“You have to say it in English, mama”

“Pxasìk!” (Screw that)

“C’mon, darlin, don’t keep a man waiting”

“Stop playing around and give it back!” You say finally in English, making Quaritch smirk.

“Say please”

“No!”

You grab onto his arm and shove him back, knocking him off the rock, he grabs your arm pulling you with him. Quaritch grunts falling on his back and groans louder feeling your weight on his chest. Pulling yourself up, you look down at him feeling your face heat up from how close you two were.

“You seem to like this position, sweetcheeks” he grins.

“You’re disgusting” rolling your eyes, you reach for the sheath from his hand only for him to flip you on your back under him.

“Not so fast, darlin” he grins down at you.

Colonel shoves himself over you. With his movement, the lower half of your body slid further up the length of his legs, to the end. You could feel the sharp press of the belt on the inside of your thighs, and you squeezed your legs in protest. Quaritch jerked slightly at your squeeze, and adjusted his position subtly to try to ease your grip. He glanced down at where your pelvises were almost meeting.

He still couldn’t wrap his head around that Sully had sired such beauty like you.

Your breath hitches at the close proximity, hearing you, Quaritch look back at you, tilting his head sideways.

“Not fighting me anymore, huh sweetheart?” He whispers

No! He’s too close, this is wrong!

In the corner of your eyes, you see you’re not that far from the river. With all your strength, you push Quaritch off you and into the river with a splash.

Quaritch breaks the surface of the water with gasp, zeroing on you laughing at him with your knife in your hands.

“Seriously” he halfheartedly glares at you before breaking into a smile.

“Here. Let me help you” you giggle as you stretch an arm out towards him. He swims closer to you and grabs your hand, you pull back only for Quaritch to pull you into the water with him. You gasp for air when your emerge from the water. Now it was his turn to laugh.

“Jerk” you curse at him, splashing water at him, Quaritch splashes right back at you with a smile, making you laugh.

“You look good like this”

“Like what?”

“Like this” you gesture, “you look better like this. Happy and peaceful”

Quaritch stops as he looks at you, thinking, he shakes his head as he pulls himself out of the water. He kneels on the edge with his arm stretch towards you.

“C’mon, we should sleep before morning” you nod. You wrap your hand around his larger one and let him pull you up.

He smiles softly at before starting to make his way towards the others. You stand there, watching his muscular figure walk away. You sigh feeling conflicted once again. You take a step, intending to follow him but stopped when you see an Atokirina make its way towards him.

Quaritch stops walking when he sees it, many follows the single Atokirina. Quaritch tenses before seeing the way you look at him.

He holds himself back from slapping one away as they land on him, breathing deeply as he looks at you for guidance.

“What are they?” He ask, curiosity and nervousness dripping off of him.

“They are Atokirina, woodsprite. They are sacred - pure spirits” you say softly.

“Uh huh… then what are they doing on me?” He tries to joke but you could clearly hear the uncertainty behind it.

“Eywa has spoken” you whisper.

He stays still, letting the seedlings be on him until suddenly the they float away and disperse on their own way back into the forest. Much like what happened with Lyle.

You’re left staring at Quaritch for long moments, his own eyes staring at you.

Eywa has approve not one but two sky demons. But why? Why does the great mother approve of them?

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Yes I’m spoiling you guys with another chapter when I just posted one yesterday

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We're back with some Boarding School AU. It's Cele/Bezz, but since it's from Cele's perspective he's also doing his own weird girl thing. It's technically fluff. Probably the longest thing I have written in this au. Enjoy! (Asks open, come and talk to me about it):

Cele got back to his dorm after the evening practice feeling like he could sleep for an eternity. He had mostly cooled off on his walk back from the field but still decided to take a quick shower. He was desperately hoping to squeeze in a quick nap before dinner. When he got to the showers he was surprised to see a throng of boys clamouring for the same 10 little cubicles at this odd hour. It took him a moment before he realised, it was the evening of the term's first Social.

Once or twice a term they let girls from the nearby sister school come over for an evening. Drab dance music would blare on the auditorium speakers with the playlist being strictly monitored by the most geriatric of teachers to ensure nary a spot of fun could be had. They would serve slop for dinner that was marginally better than the daily routine. Of course the whole point of the affair for everyone was to dodge the prying eyes of teachers, try and gain the attention of the girls, maybe have some real fun.

Luca had once jokingly told Cele that he thought they called it Socials because the boys were in desperate need of Socialization. Atleast Cele thought Luca was joking, given that he never stopped wearing his deadpan expression. At this moment though, looking the boys in the queue for the showers, Cele couldn't help but agree, the attempt at socialization was working. Some of these boys were in dire need of a good scrub and a strong deodrant.

Cele absent mindedly wondered, what it was like for the girls. All that preening for an evening, to watch boys make a fool of themselves.

When he got under the shower he was greeted by a dying supply of hot water, only 5 minutes or so before it ran out completely. He thought about his friends and how they were around girls. Franky had a girlfriend back home, they had been together a while. Mig too, though Cele wondered what his girlfriend thought of his antics. Pecco had one till last year, and he was painfully severe when the thing ended. Luca was purposely not dating, even though he easily could date any girl, because he wanted the nationals trophy and to maintain his perfect grades. And what about Bezz, the thought popped up in Cele's head, making his spine tingle in a way which had nothing to do with the rapidly cooling water. Bezz was good with girls. Bezz was good. Never made a fool out of himself and always made the girls laugh and always said the right things to them. Even the prettiest girls wanted to talk to Bezz.

Cele shut off the water and took a moment before drying himself off. Back in the dorm Cele's senses were assaulted with the potent smell of axe deodrant that the boys were attempting to soak themselves with. Cele fished out the nice clean hoodie from the back of his closet for the evening, a gift from his cousin. He thought he looked put together, and that will have to do. 

He spotted Pecco when he stepped outside and went over to talk to him. Pecco was in the middle of something, probably some last minute prefectorial duty handed to him.

"Want to help me take these fruit cups to the gymnasium?" Pecco asked when he spotted Cele, a small, fond smile appearing on his face almost immediately. 

"They got you doing that now Mr Headboy?" Cele asked playfully with the express aim of bothering Pecco.

"The mess staff asked for help okay, someone has to be nice to them so they let you buffoons tear through all the chicken at lunch"

"Right right fine. I'll help you."

Cele and Pecco moved in unison, carrying the boxes, only losing their balance once.

"Does your ankle feel better now?" Pecco asked, his eyebrows were raised, like they got when he was focusing on something.

"Yes. Much better. Doesn't hurt unless I twist it too much"

"Great then don't twist it too much. It's been two weeks right?"

"Mhmm" Cele nodded. The boxes were heavy, his arms felt a little sore.

"Who takes Biology for you? Mr. Romano?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I think he's siphoning money from the school."

"You think so?"

"I was in his lab, I needed somewhere quiet, he'd left his papers on the table. He's inflating the price of the equipment. Probably pocketing the difference along with some vendor."

"Honestly I don't think he wants to teach, the boys are marginally more excited to be in class than he is. How many more of these do we have to take to the mess, my arms are about to fall off." Cele whined to Pecco.

"One more trip to the mess, that's all, I promise" Pecco spoke in a reassuring tone. The one Cele was very aware of, because Pecco broke it out so often to deal with a hundred different issues in a day with countless people.

"Will you spend the entire evening chaperoning girls?" Cele asked.

"Nah not really. I'll escort them in and out but that's all. I haven't been asked to do too much this time, the teachers aren't roving mad this time" Pecco seemed relieved.

They finally delivered all the boxes and Pecco got called by someone. He left after affectionately ruffling Cele's hair.

Cele walked back to the boys residence and climbed up the staircase to go to Bezz and Luca's room. Bezz was sitting on his bed with his back to the headboard. He was dressed in some hoodie and he was wearing his nice shoes, the one's Cele knew he was very fond of. Luca greeted Cele with a quick nod, he was peering in his wardrobe and speaking to Bezz. By the sound of it, they were discussing basketball. Cele gently nudged Bezz and Bezz scooted to make space for Cele to sit.

"What's up" Bezz asked Cele, the length of his body was pressed up against Cele and he could feel it's warmth.

"I was helping Pecco" Cele replied.

"With?"

"We needed to take some things up to the mess"

"It's good he does the hardwork of keeping up appearances with the mess folks, ensures that the team gets to eat properly" Luca added.

"Mhmm" Cele agreed.

"He's a sweetheart" Bezz says in an exaggerated manner to make them laugh and Luca just rolls his eyes at him. 

"Should we go?" Cele asked.

"We've planned a little detour" Bezz told Cele with a michevious edge to his voice. 

"There's no we, you planned it I'm just coming along" Luca clarified firmly. He had finished dressing up.

"You can say that all you want but if we get caught the punishment is the same" Bezz retorted, his voice sounded like he was having fun with annoying Luca.

"You better hope we don't get caught, for your sake. I'll whack you before they can present us before the disciplinary committee" Luca said while putting on his shoes. Cele liked that Luca looked good in his clothes without much effort. Neat and put together without thinking too much. 

"What are you planning to do?" Cele looked at Bezz and asked.

"Nothing, just a little fun. Exchanging some goods with some girls" Bezz replied non chalantly. 

"How did you manage to sneak in alcohol?" Cele asked. He wasn't exactly surprised, Bezz was good at these things, but this was still quite something.

"You talk like it's difficult" Bezz said as he got up.

They walked downstairs and saw the warden on the porch, Luca nodded to Bezz and went over and engaged him in polite conversation. Bezz hooked his arm with Cele and dragged him ahead. They quickly scuttled to the woods and slowed down a little to navigate in the dimming sunlight.

Cele asked Bezz what was going on and Bezz showed him a small bottle of some cheap whiskey in his hoodie pocket. 

They moved over to a clearing that has a little light. Bezz told Cele they would have to wait for a bit, he found some place and sat down. Cele was still standing and looking around but Bezz reached up and gently took Cele's hand and tugged it down, beckoning him. Cele sat down with a bit of an audible huff and Bezz laughed and smacked his back. Cele relished the feeling of Bezz's hand on his back, he wanted it to stay there longer. 

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this, promise it won't be long." Bezz said, and nuzzled his face in Cele shoulder.

"No that's fine Marco, I'm just hungry. Do you reckon they will have something decent to eat today?"

"Same old same old. I did see them wheeling in pastries though, so you can cheer up" Bezz said while locking arms with Cele.

"They do?!" Cele brightened up.

"Yeah, your favourite." Bezz gave out an affectionate laugh and leaned into him a little more.

"Yeah, wish I could have more than one though" Cele muttered with some wistfulness. 

Before they could continue to talk about the highly regulated sugar ration at the school they heard some footsteps.

Luca appeared with two girls in tow. The girls looked alert, eyes that darted around, dressed in pretty skirts, some sort of glittery powder on their eyelids that gave Cele the appearance of beautiful bugs. Luca was making conversation with one girl.

Bezz got up and helped Cele on his feet.

"Right, you have it?" Bezz asked the girl who was quiet.

"Do you have it?" She retorted, her voice an attempt to remain confident in an unfamiliar situation.

"Yeah of course" Bezz pulled out the bottle of whiskey and gave it to the girl. She reached into her bag and pulled out a ziploc bag with 3 joints in it and gave it to Bezz who inspected them for a second. She looked over at her friend who bent down and took out a few small bottles of coca cola from her bag. The other girl kept excitedly talking to Luca through the process, seemed to be about their physics syllabus but Cele couldn't tell very well. They got to work unscrewing the bottles, pouring out some of it into a cup and dividing the alcohol between the small bottles. They rescrewed the caps back on tight to make it look harmless and innocent in case they were caught roaming around. 

Bezz meanwhile had lit a joint. He took one drag and offered some to Cele. Cele took one puff and immediately burst into a coughing fit. Luca and Bezz quickly rubbed his back and plied him with some coke borrowed from the girls to make sure he didn't draw anymore attention to him. 

The girls left with Luca who Cele supposed was showing them the way around and they decided to head out too. Bezz carefully extinguished the joint he was smoking and placed it back in the Ziploc baggy. 

Once they were out of the woods and close to the auditorium, Cele could hear the thrum of the music. Some regular old pop stuff. Bezz told him he will be back soon, he just needed to go back and hide the joints. 

Cele nodded, he could hear his stomach growling. He was famished. Before he could make it to the auditorium, he heard someone call out his name. It was Andrea from the other house.

"Vietti, what are you doing" he enquired demandingly.

"Uh nothing" Cele could sense danger.

"I need you to do me in a favour" Andrea said in a voice that very much lacked the courtesy required to ask for a favour.

"I need you in front of the room B-207 in 5 minutes" Andrea practically barked.

"Why"

"Don't ask too many questions man it's just a thing"

"Right right. I'll go." Cele said in a resigned voice.

There wasn't much use to protest. The older boys broke in the younger ones by getting them to do petty labour for them. 

Cele found his way into the other boys residence. He located the room, which was locked. Cele paced around waiting for the Andrea, who showed up a while later with a girl. Andrea gave him explicit instructions to alert him in case he heard anyone come in. Andrea also threw in a threat to beat Cele up if he tried to listen, which Cele didn't need, he had no interest in listening to anything. He sat at the door and began his watch. Cele wished he had carried a book with him, or atleast ate something before he was made to do this because his somach couldn't stop making noises.

A long time passed before Andrea and his girlfriend emerged from the room, and Andrea immediately instructed him to make sure the path is clear. By the time Cele finally got out the evening was already dying out. There were still some people dancing. He noticed some of the girls had those little bottles they were taking innocent seeming sips from. The food was almost gone, the pastries were definitely all gone. All that was left were the sandwiches that nobody wanted to eat. Cele still took one and nibbled on it sadly, he hoped he could trick his mind into thinking of it as tastier somehow.

The girls were about to get rounded up and taken back so Cele comes back to his residence. He skipped the dorms and jumped out from a window to squeeze himself on the tiny balcony that nobody visited. There was a small corner he tucked himself into that didn't get much draft. He liked to sit there when he wanted to be alone and look at the thicket of poplar trees in the distance. He felt sad, and cold, and hungry. He was there for twenty minutes or so, contemplating leaving and going to sleep hungry when Bezz jumped in through the window.

"What are you doing here" Cele asked, surprised.

"I was looking for you" Bezz replied with a smile.

"How did you know I would be here?"

"I know you come here sometimes, you said it's a good place to hide" Bezz responded innocently.

"You remembered" Cele was overwhelmed.

"Yeah" Bezz says with a slow smile.

"Sit down, come"

Bezz sat next to him, the balcony was small and it pushed them together. Cele was glad for the warmth Bezz's form next to him provided. 

"Andrea kept you for long?" Bezz asked.

Cele noded.

"Didn't eat?"

Cele shakes his head.

"Well lucky for you...." Bezz said with a bit of a flourish and produced a box and handed it to Cele. 

Inside it were two frosted pastries.

Cele lit up and immediately took dug in. When he looked up Bezz had a self satisfied grin watching him eat. He made his way through some of it and kept the rest away. Cele looked up at Bezz to say thank you and Bezz wordlessly used his hoodie sleeve to wipe away a smidgen of cream at the corner of his mouth, holding his face gently in the process.

"Did you like the it?" Bezz asked with genuine childlike anticipation in his voice.

Cele responded with a yes and Bezz kissed his temple quickly, and linked their arms together.

Cele settled down and rested his head on Bezz's shoulder thinking about how he could stay here maybe a bit longer. 

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

Can you write going on an aquarium date w alejandro balde and you just giggle at him most of the time bc of how childish he looks when he sees all the animals and stuff😭 sorry its kinda vague but i need the balde fics out here😣

Summary: Finals are coming up and your general marine biology class has got you all types of worried. Balde to the rescue! A trip to the aquarium never hurt nobody.

A/N: I know you want to beat my ass right now for how long this took, but I was having some personal issues so I had to be away for a bit. I should be all alright now though! You probably already got someone else to write this but I still felt like I owed you this at least. That aside, there really is a lack of fanfiction for some of my best boys. So here’s one for the bestest of the best boys: Balde himself. I took a little bit of a spin on this so I hope you don’t mind, Anon.  Also, shout out to women in STEM! (Also I don’t own any of these pics or video so credit to the original owners)

“I should be at home—studying,” you started to complain. It was futile to try to argue with him once he got so riled up about something, and as you stood at the start of the aquarium it was clear that it was a lost cause.

“Why do that when you could be here, with me; your awesome boyfriend,” he wiggles his eyes in an obnoxious manner that only serves for you to scoff in fake annoyance.

College life was definitely not easy and while you're confident in your choice of major and your ability to succeed, it’s hard not to get nervous. Especially when it’s just the beginning and your general studies classes are already throwing you for a loop. 

You had initially planned to be cooped up in your house all day doing nothing but going over the material, reviewing, and then reviewing some more. Then, when that was done, take the longest nap of your life. 

That had been the plan. That was until you received a text at 9 in the morning that effectively threw those plans out the window.

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Baldie 👨🏾‍🦲💖

Be prepared in an hour. Wear something nice. I’m coming to help you study😼

You

Going to watch Spiderverse again

will NOT help me study.

Baldie👨🏾‍🦲💖

What?

Babe No…

Just be prepared☝🏾😼

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As you walk hand in hand through the entrance of the aquarium, an immediate sense of wonder lit up Alejandro’'s eyes; as the soft, pillowy blue cascaded across his features it was hard to decide what would occupy all your attention: looking at him or figure out what exhibit to look at first. 

He was like a kid in a candy store, or in this case a kid at an aquarium. His excitement was palpable, and you couldn't help but giggle at the way he bounced on his toes, his enthusiasm infectious.

The first exhibit you come across is a vibrant coral reef, a living breathing tapestry of colors and textures. Alejandro's gaze darts around, absorbing every detail.  

“Woooahh! That looks like a brain,” he points dramatically at the various Australophyllia wilsoni that you both had the pleasure of stumbling across. Balde, in his infinite wisdom, presses up as close to the glass as he can to imprint every detail in his mind’s eye. 

You were in just as much awe as he was, but you definitely went about it in a more formal way.  

“That’s actually the Australophyllia wilsoni, or a Wilson’s brain. Like all coral, these guys are super important for the environment with keeping the Ph and oxygen balance within the water.”

He turns to you with a grin, eyes wide, and asks you to continue on about the different types of corals and their natural habitats, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. You humor him. With a chuckle, you launch into an impromptu lecture, weaving scientific names and geographical locations together like a basket, and you the expert weaver. Alejandro's fascination only grows, and he listens intently, occasionally gasping as a particularly striking fish darts by.  It was clear that he was overcome with a sense of eagerness; he may not have understood every single thing you said but he would sagely nod and act like he did. 

The enormous tanks all appeared to be their own living, breathing universe, packed with colorful marine life. A complex tapestry of coral and other organisms. As you move from tank to tank, his excitement never ceases.

The jellyfish exhibit captures his attention next, and you find yourselves lost in a world of languid, mesmerizing movements and ethereal effervescent lights. Alejandro's laughter rings out as he playfully imitates the up, up, up movements of the jellyfish, almost like a dance meant to capture anyone who witnesses it. You can’t keep up your professional facade anymore and you go up, up,up, moving your arms like you were floating. You immediately feel the joy bubble up within you, making you light, and yeah, maybe you were floating.

You were glad that particular exhibit was empty though, because you both probably looked real crazy. 

You have to remind yourself to never talk about fish around Alejandro because once you got started–he never wanted you to stop. You could see why though. The aquarium fish were everything and more. Their colors danced in the ethereal blue light, casting mesmerizing reflections on the glass walls of their world. Behind the glass, they felt so close, yet sooo far away.

“You know I once caught that fish with my bare hands” he points to the nearest fish as it darts past you both and makes the gripping gesture with both of his hands out.

You follow the direction of his finger, see a suckermouth catfish, and playfully hit him on the arm.

“Boy, be so for real right now.” You have to immediately walk away though because, in your laughter, you had said that entirely too loud. 

“I’ve lived many lives, woman.”

The rays in the touch pool become the next unfortunate victim in his boundless energy as Alejandro all but races you over to the waters. He reaches out to touch the sleek backs of rays gliding through the water, his eyebrows going impossibly higher up on his face as he fails to contain his pure delight. You can’t help but snap a picture as he squeals, or manly show his appreciation as he would put it, the perfect embodiment of elation.

As you explore, you find yourselves in the tunnel under the massive shark tank. The world above you transforms into an aquatic ballet, with sharks and rays gliding gracefully overhead. Alejandro's grip on your hand tightens as he whispers in awe, comparing the canopy to a majestic underwater sky.

“Am I not like, the best boyfriend ever?” You look away from him for a moment and see a pair of sharks, presumably a couple if their size difference and proximity are any indicators, and hum thoughtfully.

“I don’t know. Lemme pass this test first and I’ll get back to you on that,” you stare into a different pool, his eyes this time, and immediately get pulled in. It’s hard to keep up your cheeky game when he’s that damn fine. 

“How bout I give you a kiss and we’ll go with yes,” you have to hold on to the railing of the enclosure to keep yourself from falling in.

“That’ll work too.”

[scotianostra]

On 13th January 614, St Mungo or St Kentigern died , and was buried at his church in Clas-gu which later become Glasgow.

Our early saints were extraordinary men, they believed in an unknown God and by spreading his word changed history, whether you are a believer or not Saints like Kentigern, Coulmba and last weeks subject, Nachlan, all had a lasting effect on our country, reflected in the place names around Scotland associated with them.

Kentigern was born near Edinburgh, Scotland in the sixth century. His mother, St Enoch, was daughter of the King of Lothian. Her pregnancy was illegitimate, the result of rape by one of her suitors, whose identity she refused to reveal. Her father was so incensed, he had Enoch and her child cast adrift in an open boat on the Firth of Forth, expecting them to perish. The currents carried them across to the other side of the Firth, bringing them to land near the present town of Culross where they were offered shelter at the monastery of St Serf.

Serf took the boy under his special care, educating him and training him in the monastic life. When he reached manhood Kentigern left the monastery and journeyed across to the west of Scotland, finally establishing his own religious foundation on the site of the cathedral in Glasgow. Here he set about converting the area to Christianity. At a later stage he journeyed south into England and many parishes along his route still bear his name. Legend has it that he finally reached North Wales and spent several years there before returning again to Scotland, where he died c 614.

From the time of his death Saint Kentigern was venerated as Glasgow’s patron saint, and the cathedral of Glasgow was built in his honour. To this day his figure and the symbols associated with his legend make up the crest of the City of Glasgow.

The best known legends surrounding Glasgow's patron saint are told in the coat of arms of the city, as seen in the pic, the arms and the saint are forever linked.

There’s the tree that never grew,

There’s the bird that never flew,

There’s the fish that never swam,

There’s the bell that never rang.

Taking the symbols one by one, each refers to a legend during St Mungo’s life in Glasgow or his education before he came to found the monastery.

The tree is the first symbol in the rhyme and references a story from St Mungo’s early days. Legend has it that St Mungo was tasked with watching over a fire at the refectory in the monastery, while still a young boy. Mungo, though, fell asleep and some other boys, who were jealous of him, decided to put the fire out. When he woke up and found the fire extinguished, Mungo broke off some frozen branches from a hazel tree and prayed over them until they burst into flames, restoring his fire.

The bird that never flew also refers to a legend from St Mungo’s youth. It commemorates a wild robin, who was tamed by St Serf while Mungo was still in Fife. Sadly, the robin died, something which some legends attribute to the cruel actions of one of St Mungo's young peers, who were jealous of him. Desperate to make his friend and mentor, St Serf, happy again, Mungo took the dead bird and prayed over its body and was able to bring it back to life.

The third element, the fish that never swam, is one of the longest and most convoluted stories of St Mungo’s life. It involves the King of Strathclyde, Rydderach Hael, his wife Queen Langeoreth and a knight.

In the story, the King of Strathclyde gave his wife a ring as a gift. She, in turn, gave it to a knight - perhaps her lover - who almost instantly lost the artefact. King Hael demanded soon after to see the ring, threatening to kill the queen if she could not present him it.

The knight confessed what had happened to St Mungo, who sent a monk into the Clyde to catch a fish. When the monk returned, the fish was cut open and inside the ring was found. Some versions of the story go on to specify that this was the moment after which the King and Queen lived happily ever after.

The image of the fish which appears today is based on the seal of the Bishop of Glasgow, designed around 1271, which shows a salmon with a ring in its mouth.

Finally, the bell that never rang, is one story less explicitly linked to the saint. It is thought that the bell in question may have been given to St Mungo by the Pope. By the 15th century, the hand bell had become symbol synonymous with the city of Glasgow. Following this legend, in 1450, John Stewart, known as the first provost of Glasgow, let a bell ring out for his soul. The replacement bell, purchased in 1641, remains on display in the city.

Have a wee listen to Mother Glasgow, the Michael Marra song, Marra might have been a Dundee man, but he must have had a good understanding of Scotland's history, and indeed Glasgow's examples of the lyric include...

I dreamt I took a dander with St. Mungo

To try to catch a fish that couldnay swim.

The song ends and fades out to....

And the tree

And the fish

And the bird

And the bell

Let Glasgow flourish!

As I mentioned, the legacy of St Mungo still flourishes today in Glasgow, the first pic is a modern interpenetration of the saint on Glasgow High Street by the artist Smug, the second is another by Smug at the corner of George Street and High Street, it portrays Mungo as a child in the arms of his mother, St. Enoch, herself another patron saint of the city. The third pic is Glasgow's Coat of Arms, and finally we have the arms of the University of Glasgow, again using the legends symbols.

[jungle-angel]

She’s Only Happy When She’s Talking (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: After one hell of a ride, Rhett hears something out of Amy he never expected

Notes: Guys I promise I’ll be back with an explosion of Top Gun Maverick content sooner than later. I don’t know when, but I promise it will be soon (lol). 

Those eight seconds had been the longest of Rhett’s life. Hanging on had been the worst, the ropes digging through the kevlar of his gloves and leaving it a raw, reddened mess as the nasty old bull had done everything in his power to buck him off. When Rhett was finally thrown off, relief had washed over him like a raging flood. 

He stumbled to the rows of trailers where the riders could often be found, some of his buddies congratulating him on the way down. He was a mess, a sore, bruised, aching mess. 

“There’s my handsome cowboy,” you chirped as you held nine month old Amy on your hip, her adorable little giggles broadening the grin on Rhett’s face. 

“And my gorgeous queen and my princess,” Rhett answered before he placed a firm kiss on your lips. 

You eagerly returned the kiss, the warm sensation vibrating throughout your whole body. Amy’s screechy little giggles made Rhett laugh a little as he took her from you and into his arms, kissing her soft little cheeks before her little hands grabbed Rhett’s face. 

“God she gets cuter every day,” he chuckled. 

“I know and our own will be just as cute too,” you told him, smoothing out your hoodie so that your small bump was visible. 

“I’m ready to go home though,” Rhett sighed. “Hot dinner, bath and bed for all three of us.” 

“Well, it’s getting warmer out and we’ve got the lake trout your dad caught in the freezer,” you remarked. “I figured mix up a jar full of blackening spices, slather it all over the fish and throw it on the grill.” 

“Oh God, darlin you’re making it worse,” Rhett laughed. 

Amy’s tiny little fingers continued to grab at Rhett’s hat and his vest as you took numerous pictures to send to Royal, Cecelia and other members of the family. You wished to high heaven that she could stay that little and that adorable. 

“My bug, you are too adorable for your own good,” Rhett chuckled as he tickled her under her chubby little arms. “Ya’ll have everybody wrapped around your little fingers.” 

All of a sudden, Amy looked right up at him. “Dada?” her little voice squeaked. 

Rhett’s eyes went wide and his jaw nearly dropped. “Darlin?” 

“Oh my God!” you laughed. 

“Dada?” Amy babbled. 

Over and over again, the word spilled from her little mouth, nearly reducing you and Rhett to tears. You two had been through so much with Amy in the last few months, but this was one moment you never thought you’d see or hear. To hear her calling Rhett “Dada” was surreal.....but amazing. 

“Oh bug,” Rhett croaked through his tears. “I love you. I love you and your momma so much.” 

You and Rhett left that night, prouder than ever, not just of Amy, but of each other. 

[gracie7209]

Amaryllis Chapter 8: The Call

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Language, lots of angst, but there’s hopeful bits too, sad Santi, sad Reader, talk of childbirth (not in detail whatsoever), lots of inner thoughts… I’m sorry if I left out anything!

A/N: Trying something a little different this time by essentially adding in a chapter prologue… I’m nervous about the whole thing honestly. Did a few random things that idk how they’ll be received but at this point oh well 🤷🏼‍♀️ I’m having a hard time getting out of my head on this one, so I’m just going to let it go and see what happens. Any mistakes are also mine!

As always I appreciate any and all feedback, just please be kind ❤️ (Or send me a dm if something is glaringly awful.)

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**Frankie was found by a group of villagers who took him in to assess his injuries. The guys had already left Colombia, leaving Frankie to make his way on his own.

He sleeps it off for a few days, and when he wakes up he’s angry. Tom knowingly did this. He knew the guys were able to see what was happening, so he made it look like an accident. Reaching out and screaming his name as he tumbled down. Tom was very good at manipulation, and for the longest time, especially in the service, he had Frankie completely under his spell. So while the guys saw them fighting, Tom swore the end result wasn’t intended to kill him… He was angry, but would never try to kill one of his own. Frankie just slipped…. He fell and there was nothing anyone could’ve done to stop it. The guys bought it. Frankie couldn’t blame them. The entire situation was fucked and up until that moment, Frankie never would’ve imagined that Tom would actually try to kill him.

Fortunately for Frankie though, he walked away due to his fall being partially broken by a dense brush that saved his life. Had he been just a few feet away in either direction, he might not have been so lucky**

—

When he wakes up, Frankie’s extremely disoriented. He can tell he’s been out for awhile, so when he asks what day it is, he’s not surprised to find out it’s been four days since Tom pushed him down the mountainside.. Before attempting to move, he takes stock of his injuries. He feels like death, but he’s definitely had worse. Looking down at his left hand, he sees a makeshift splint keeping his wrist immobile and some of his fingers are taped together… Moving further down, his right leg is propped up and seems to be wrapped in a simple type ace bandage, but he can see how swollen it looks even under the wrapping. Taking his right hand he slowly moves it over his torso, where he’s felt a lot of pressure and finds more wrapping around his midsection— broken ribs then.

He needed to get to a phone. But he also thinks about his situation. Right now, with a few broken ribs and at best a badly sprained ankle, he’s going to be down for a little while. The fact that he’s here and not with the guys means that they believe he didn’t survive the fall. Frankie knows that Tom’s actions have crossed a line that can’t be undone this time. This could work to his advantage though, if he plays it right.

He needed to come up with a plan, while allowing himself to heal. He would talk to Santi first, but he needed to give himself and the guys time to let this all sink in.

When he asks how to get to somewhere with a phone, he’s directed to a nearby village, which is also seemingly lacking in technology. This back and forth goes on for a few weeks before he finally, finally finds something from the 20th century and he’s able to use an actual phone.

Frankie reaches out to Santi because while he was the most familiar with the area, he was also his closest friend and he was just as fed up with Tom’s bullshit as Frankie.

“Hello?”

“Pope? Pope it’s me, It’s Cat…..” Frankie’s voice is scratchy and raw from lack of use…

“Is this a fucking joke? Who the hell is this!?”

“It’s ME you dumb shit.”

“Fish? How……????”

Santi is quiet on his end. Frankie is praying the line didn’t disconnect.. “Pope? Shit…. You still there man?”

“Yeah… I’m, I’m here.. I just. I need a minute…..” comes Santi’s garbled reply. He’s practically choking on his words.

Santi and Frankie had been friends for a very long time. They met in high school long before they even considered joining the military. They had practically been joined at the hip, so when it came up, there was no question that they would join together.

“Holy shit… ok, Fish… Fish! What the fuck happened? I can’t believe this..” Frankie breaks down once Santi realizes it’s actually him. Just so happy to hear someone familiar. He tells Santi about the state he was in when he woke up, and about how he thinks he was able to survive the fall.

He takes a moment before asking Santi what happened when they decided to leave. He knows that they wouldn’t have left if they thought there was a chance he was alive. Even so, he doesn’t mean to sound accusatory when he asks “Why did you leave?”

“He started yelling for you. Tom was on the edge looking down, hand outstretched and everything. We all ran over, but you were gone. Tom said you guys were arguing and that things got physical, but didn’t realize how close you both were to the edge. Said your foot slipped and he tried reaching for you, but didn’t get there in time. He said he was angry with you, but he would never try to kill one of his best friends. We didn’t have the time to argue. We tried getting to you… we did! Benny refused to leave without you. He even had us make a line and drop him down, but the brush in the middle was so thick we were never able to see you. When we couldn’t find you, we thought the worst. And with everything else, the chopper, Lorea’s men? We didn’t…. Fuck! I’m…...”

The shame in his voice makes Frankie’s heart twist. “We could’ve found you…. I’m sorry Fish, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe this….”

“It was Tom,” Frankie says under his breath.

“What?”

“It was Tom. He…. He looked me dead in the eyes before shoving me backwards.”

Neither of them say a word for a few minutes. Both digesting the information they’d just heard. He knows they don’t have a ton of time so Frankie tells Santi that he just needs to get home. But Tom can have no knowledge that he’s alive. None. He has to come up with a plan, but what can honestly be done? Initially, he wanted nothing more than to return the favor. He had plenty of time to think of every way he’d go about it if he had the chance. But, being here this long, the anger has all but dissipated.

Frankie’s thoughts circle back to you. Just needing to know if you’re ok.

“Santi?”

“Yeah?”

“How is she?” He knows that his first priority should be about getting himself home, but he just can’t help it. Santi doesn’t ask who you’re referring to.

“She’s due anytime now. Tom has kept her under lock and key, but I asked and he told me she’s ok…. Hasn’t let anyone see her, but if we’re being honest, we’ve all kind of been in our own heads since that day. We thought you were gone and it’s been hard. Benny and Will went home to see their family. And I, uh, well, you know Cat….”

Frankie knew how Pope handled these types of things and it wasn’t usually by legal means. He couldn’t fault him for how he chose to deal. They’d all done things they weren’t proud of and he understood.

“I still can’t believe I’m talking to you. I thought I lost you man….” The last word gets caught in Santi’s throat. “This is insane.”

“I know… I know..” Frankie doesn’t know if he’s ever heard Pope this caught off guard. He’s always, always been on point. Nothing gets to him. Nothing shocks him. But it seems that Frankie calling him today has upended his whole life and Frankie guesses he has. It’s not every day your best friend comes back from the dead.

“The guys are going to fucking lose it!! Benny has been a complete wreck so Will took him home to try to help. Will’s been quiet, but you know how he is. He processes things differently. Are you going to call them, or do you want me to call them? They should be back next week.”

“No, no stop. Santi, wait. They can’t know.”

“What? why? They think you’re fucking dead Fish!

“I Know!! Listen to me, I know.. But I need your help. Tom can’t know I’m alive. Not yet. I think I have a plan, but I need you to trust me. Please.”

Frankie won’t say anything else unless it’s in person. Tom is not only a fucking lunatic, but he’s smart. And paranoid. He wouldn’t doubt it, if Tom had been wondering if he was truly dead or not. No body, no murder, no body, no proof someone’s dead.

“Never count your money before it’s in your pocket, Benjamin,” he recalls his words of advice to Benny back in the shipping container before the recce with a sigh.

Basically, Tom was never one to assume anything without proof.

“Ok ok… Well, what do you need me to do?”

“I just need you to get me home. The guys can’t know. Benny wouldn’t be able to keep that a secret and Will doesn’t need the extra baggage of keeping anything from his brother, so we’ll just leave them both out of it for now.”

“Alright, alright…. What’s the plan?”

“Just get me home. We’ll talk then. Can you track this location?”

“Yeah, yeah…. You gonna be ok?”

“I’ll manage. Call this number. Ask for Javier.”

“Javier?? Who the hell is Javier?”

“It’s me….”

“Ohhhh, gotcha. Sorry—” Santi takes a breath and continues,

“—Look, I was actually set to head back down there in a few weeks. I wanted to get back into it, try to focus on something else for awhile and especially when we left Lorea’s…. We never finished that job…”

“Whatever you gotta do is fine. I just need to get home.”

“I’ll get you home man…. It’s just going to take a little bit longer. I can push it up by maybe a week, but anything more than that and they’ll start questioning why I’m leaving so soon. Can you make it that long?”

Frankie realizes he’s been out here for about a month now… What’s two more weeks?

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to. It’ll give me time to sort some more things out.”

Frankie sighs… “Hey Santi?” He hates to put any more stress on him, but he has to ask….

“Could you uh, do me one more favor?”

“Course, man.”

“Can you please check in on her? I just need to know she’s ok.”

“I’ll see what I can do, but Fish, it’s gotten bad…. Tom won’t say much, but it’s hard to pretend your very pregnant wife doesn’t exist. He never lets her leave. Won’t let anyone in either. I saw her through the window last week and she looked ok, but like she was somewhere else. When I asked Tom he just brushed it off as pregnancy stuff. Said that she’s getting close to the end and left it at that.”

“Alright, I get it.” Frankie is leaning on the wall with his head on his forearm, his eyes shut tightly. He can’t hear much more.

“Just - if you’re able to, please let her know everything is going to be ok. She… She doesn’t deserve this shit...”

Fuck.

He’s letting it get to him, but he knows there’s nothing he can do right now. He breathes in and out slowly….. He just needs to get home. Then, he can start making things happen.

“Sorry Pope… Sorry.”

“It’s ok man. I understand. I know… well I’ve known for a while now. How you feel about her? It’ll be ok. I’ll check in and I’ll keep you updated. Give me two weeks and I’ll get you home.”

“Thanks man. Just call me. I’ll be close by.”

“You got it Fish.. Be safe. I’ll see you soon.” And with that, Santi hangs up the line. Frankie hangs up the corded phone, putting it back into the receiver attached to the wall.. His head is still against his forearm, eyes closed. He absentmindedly wipes away the stray tear running down his face, breathing in and out slowly just trying to keep it together.

Only two weeks. Basically, no time at all.

—

Two weeks.

Two full weeks — 14 days.

Frankie was counting down the hours, the minutes, until he could go home. Every day was torture. Finally after so long on his own he had gotten through to someone — finally heard a familiar voice and the happiness he felt was ripped away as soon as the line cut.

He was still healing from his injuries. His hand still bandaged and his ribs made it hard to breathe if he was moving around too much. But he couldn’t stand to sit still. It made his mind race when he couldn’t keep his hands busy with something else and the last place he wanted to be was stuck in his own head.

Frankie knew he needed to stay put. But it was killing him to just sit and wait. He was grateful that it was his left hand that took the most damage so when he could, he would write. It was the only thing he could do that allowed his mind to stay focused, without the physicality he was so used to. He would write down everything. Every thought, idea, plan, hope — anything and everything because he not only wanted to document his time here but also put words to the plan that had been forming in his head of how to get you out of Tom’s grasp and allow you to have a life of your choosing.

Frankie thought about you more than he thought was necessary. He was always thinking about you if he was being honest with himself. After your night together, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He loved you. He knew it beforehand and after, but as soon as the guys left for Colombia, Frankie had no doubts about his feelings for you. He knew he would do whatever it took to make sure you got the life you wanted for yourself. Even if that didn’t necessarily include him, it would be your choice to live whatever way you saw fit.

Somehow every time Frankie would put pen to paper, no matter where he started, it would always come back to something about you. Sometimes his inner monologue would find its way out and he would converse with himself like he was talking to a close friend. Most of the time though, he would talk to you…

—

— Querida I miss you… I have literally been counting the damn days til I can see you again. Fucking lame I know. I would ask how you’re doing, but Pope has filled me in a little. He says the baby is due anytime now. I just want you to know that I have thought about you, both of you, almost nonstop since the minute I left. I never should’ve left. So goddamn stupid… Right now, you have no idea that I’m even here. No idea that I’m writing to you and doing everything I can to get home. But you will. You can’t know until I take care of things though. I want to hear your voice. I miss our little talks at the diner. It was just easy with you. We’d talk about pretty much anything…. the damn weather, the buildings in the city. How you missed home sometimes. How scared you are to become a mother…… you’re going to be an amazing mother.

I’m not great at this, but there are so many things I want to tell you. I meant it when I said I would get you out of this situation and I will. Nothing can stop me at this point. Not even death apparently… I’m really fucking glad you won’t be reading this because wow… I would “lol”, but I’m literally handwriting this……….

Anyway, as if you could hear me. Aaaaahhhhh!!!!

Ok better. God get a grip dude…

I want to see you, to touch you, to hear your voice because I’m pretty sure I’m going insane. Pope knows and he’s going to bring me back.

I realize that I don’t even know if you’re interested in having any kind of relationship at all, let alone with me. I hope you do. I never really thought I would ever want something as much as I want to be with you. Huh.. I don’t think I’ve actually voiced that thought even to myself until now. Interesting.

Since that night though, that fucking night that haunts my dreams, all I can think about is YOU. That one taste was more than enough to have me addicted and I’ve fucked my hand more times than I will ever admit out loud at the thought. I can taste you on my tongue still. Can still feel you around me and I fucking lose it. Fuck I need to quit otherwise I’ll be back at it.

Hell, it’s lonely here. Soon though, I’ll be back in the States and can finish this. God I miss you. I’ll be there soon. —

—

Santi called about ten days after he and Frankie first spoke; this time it was about you.

Frankie had talked to him a handful of times in between, just going over vague plans, times and places etc for when he returned to Colombia.

He would ask Frankie or “Javier” how he was getting along, how his injuries were healing etc. This was different though.

—“Fish?” He seemed out of breath… and the words were pouring out of his mouth…

“Um I don’t even know where to start. I’ll be there in four days, but man you have to know something…”

“Hey, hey, slow down, just breathe.”

“Ok, shit. She, uh fuck. Ok…. Look,”

“Come on Pope, spit it out! Is everything ok?” Frankie’s heart was in his throat.

“It, um, well it happened. I guess they got into a fight and it uh, jump started the whole process… She punched the shit out of him though.”

“Slow down, so she had the baby??”

“Yes”

“Is she, are they ok??”

“I think so. She fucked up his nose though and I guess the force, or the stress or whatever put things in motion. I just left the hospital.”

“Why would she do that? She knows what he’s capable of. Why would she put herself at risk like that?”

“She’s a spitfire, I’ll give her that. She did a number on his face. Left him with two black eyes. I would’ve given her a hug if she wasn’t uh, busy with other things.”

“Fuck….” Frankie is squeezing the pressure point between his eyes. He’s not sure why, but he just assumed that he’d be back before the baby was born.

Santi can’t help himself but ask the question, “Did you two ever, um, you know. Did you—?” But Frankie interjects.

“Did we fuck? Is that what you’re asking?” He didn’t mean to come off so harsh, but he was having a hard time keeping it together.

“Whooaaaaa, calm down pendejo…. But yeah. Did you? Actually??? I mean shit, I knew you had feelings for each other, but,”

“Yeah… We did.” —He says it, not with pride, but simply put. “About two weeks before we left out.”

“Shiiiiiittt…….”

He doesn’t want to focus on that aspect, so Frankie tries getting back to the ‘you hitting Tom in the face,’ part.

“Was it just her who did a number on him or? Did he hurt her?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. She’s refused to let him into the room and has had security keep him out.”

“Shit, ok….. Get me home. Please. I’ll be ready. Let me know if anything changes, but I need to go. I can’t deal with this right now being this far away. I need to keep my head on straight if I’m going to get her out of this.”

“I’ll be there soon buddy. It won’t be long now.”

—

Frankie was ready four days ago, but it was finally time.

He and Santi went over coordinates, pickup and flight times and what to expect when they got back to the States..

How does one just come back from the dead?

Luckily, Santi was a greedy shit and after Frankie fell, he took all of Frankie’s things that weren’t on his person and kept them at his house. To the outside world, Frankie was currently just a missing person. There was no way they could come forward with what they “knew” or thought actually happened. No one outside of the five of them even knew about their “mission” as it was relayed only to certain people as just a Guy’s Trip. So it wasn’t noticed when they came back to the States’ a man short. Frankie’s family lived in Texas. His Mom and Step-dad along with his older sister. After they got back, Santi knew he had to at least tell them that Frankie was missing. They of course filed a missing persons report, which Santi expected. But he couldn’t go through with trying to help plan a funeral… Not yet. He knew he could only push it off for so long, but they had to come up with a cover story to explain and no one was in a state of mind to even think about that at the time.

Thankfully, it no longer mattered and instead Frankie was about to come barreling back into everyone’s lives. But not until Tom was dealt with.

Frankie was adamant that no one could know anything…. There could be no inkling that he was alive. Santi just had to trust that Frankie knew what he was doing.

—

After the longest four days of his life and an even longer month, Frankie was going home. Santi showed up right on time like they planned. It was just after dawn and Frankie hadn’t slept a bit the night before.

He was ready and anxious and there were so many thoughts running through his mind, that he wasn’t prepared for the emotional toll that seeing a familiar face would put on him.

His ribs were still healing, but he could care less that he couldn’t breathe when Santi hugged him without a word. It wasn’t necessary to speak and Frankie wouldn’t have been able to if he tried. He was crying; so overwhelmed with every emotion that he couldn’t form a single syllable, just a yelp at the initial impact of Santi’s iron grip and Frankie’s own hushed cries as the weight of the last month and a half came full circle.

Frankie cried and Santi just held him through it. Hell, he would never admit it but Santi was crying himself.

Frankie’s entire body was trembling. Everything he’d gone through, he had been alone.

“Hey, hey…. It’s alright man, I’ve got you. I’ve got you….” Santi whispers to Frankie, just letting him know that he’s there. He couldn’t imagine what kind of hell this last month had been for him. He looks ok? Santi thinks to himself. His hand is bandaged up and he was limping toward the main area when Santi first pulled up… he’s got some scarring on his face and could definitely benefit from some real food, but overall, it’s still Frankie. Someone Santi thought he’d lost and would never see again. That realization washes over him and he shudders at the thought.

Frankie is here, he’s alive and he’s coming home.

Santi clears his throat..

“So, uh, Javier?” Frankie snorts at the name….

“Where’d that come from?” Santi says with a note of curiosity… he’s trying to cut through the thick air that’s surrounding them currently. There will be more time for that when everything else is said and done.

“I didn’t want to give my real name in case Tom decided to backtrack and go asking around. It’s stupid honestly, but Tom’s a paranoid bastard so I wanted to cover my ass—

—Plus, she uh, that was a little inside joke we had. She said that when she first met me that I looked like this guy from a TV show. She never really watched it, but I guess Tom had sometimes. It was set in Colombia and the fucking irony of that? I’m in fucking Colombia, so I thought it’d be funny.” He chuckles lightly to himself, thoughts taking him somewhere else entirely and Santi groans…

“Jesus dude, you got it bad…. “

Yeah I do.. Frankie thinks to himself. He just gives a small smile and shakes his head..

“Well, here. I brought you something.”

Santi reaches for his phone, scrolling through until he turns the screen to Frankie.

“I convinced her to let me in while Tom was gone. Now don’t kill me but I wanted to see how she felt about you….”

“You did what??”

“I didn’t tell her anything… Well, I told her I was making a memorial video for you to give to your Mom. I assured her that Tom wouldn’t see it, but I asked her to tell me what she would say to you if she had the chance. This is what she said…”

“Why would you do that to her? She just had a fucking baby. You can’t just…” but, Santi cuts him off.

“Just watch it.”

Frankie swallows and takes a breath before looking back down at the phone and hitting play—

He sucks in a breath at seeing your face. God, you were beautiful. You had obviously taken the phone from Santi to record yourself in private. It looks like you’re laying in a hospital bed, the lights are turned down and you are holding a little bundle in the crook of your free arm.

—

“Frankie, I still don’t believe that any of this is real. I miss you…

The baby is finally here.. he decided to make his entrance very memorable…”

Frankie smiles, he remembers what Santi told him had jump started your labor and he couldn’t be more proud of you….

“I’m so sorry Frankie. I know why you did what you did, but I wish more than anything that things could’ve been different.

I talk to you every night.. I hope that you hear me. I can’t say it out loud, but I hope you’re able to feel my heart from wherever you are. It’s been yours for a long time.”

You wait a moment before looking down at the bundle in your arms..

“I’d like you to meet someone.”

The phone pans down to a little wrinkled and pink face, with dark brown hair. Eyes closed and napping peacefully. He looks like you.

“He will be treasured, and is already so loved by everyone who’s met him. You would love him, Frankie. And I will make sure he knows you and loves you just as I do.

You gave me so much in the short time we had. You showed me what it meant to be cared for and for that I will always be grateful.

I will talk to you always, every day, until we meet again.

I love you Frankie. I wish I had been able to tell you sooner.”

Frankie doesn’t miss the tears filling your eyes, even when you give the camera a smile, he sees your pain and he wants nothing more than to take it away.

—

“She got pretty emotional after she gave me the phone back, and I told her that you could hear her. I just left out the part where you would actually get to hear it.”

He is doing everything he can to keep it together… he doesn’t want to waste any more time crying like a fool when he could be making his way back home.

Santi claps a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“You ready?”

Taking a deep breath, he stands up straight and gives Santi a firm nod.

Frankie is finally going home.

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A/N: For Frankie’s note to himself, essentially he’s just writing everything that comes into his head verbatim. For us reading it back, it looks weird, but it’s honestly something I do IRL all the time… No one is supposed to see it lol so it’s definitely cringey 😂

[avisisisis]

I'm making a headcanon thingy for stableboys bc there isn't enough content about these two

Ao Lie was the second one Sun Wukong opened up to. The first one was Sha Wujing. Part of the reason why Ao Lie wasn't the first is because he spent most of the time shapeshifitng into a horse

SWK avoided him because he is a horse person at heart and didn't want to befriend anyone on the journey. He was there to protect his master, but when it was over, it'd be off! (He failed, in case that wasn't obvious)

When they had to eat, Ao Lie and SWK would always go to find food together. Sun Wukong always hurried him up due to being worried for Tripitaka's safety, but they still had a good time

It wasn't uncommon for them to roll in the dirt and end up being covered in mud and grass. Tripitaka has long since given up on trying to get them to stop

Eventually, when SWK finally accepted that he thought of these ppl as family, he would brush and clean Ao Lie's hair (basically grooming him the way monkies do) after these moments. He really enjoyed doing this bc it reminded him of the monkeys back at his mountain

Ao Lie was the only one he could do this with since he's the only one with actual hair (Sha Wujing is a fish, Zhu Bajie is a pig and Tripitaka's just bald)

Ao Lie sucked at grooming SWK's fur but he tried anyway. It was common to watch them argue over this. He got better after a while tho

Sun Wukong is the one who drew the art from some of the storybooks from the current timeline. He always drew Ao Lie as a horse, ignoring him when he yelled about how he should at least make me more dignified, Elder Brother!

SWK would answer with "it's not my fault you spent the entie journey as a horse!"

Ao Lie died first, in Wukong's arms

Ao Lie started to swear a lot after the journey. He picked it from Sun Wukong, who picked it from Zhu Bajie

Sun Wukong had long... hair? Head fur? That he only cut when it was getting too uncomfortable. Cutting it used to be Macaque's job, but now it's Ao Lie's

Sometimes Ao Lie cut his own hair too to match with him

To add to the long hair HC --- SWK kept his hair on a braid for most of the journey, since he didn't want it to get in his face. He kept the braid Macaque gave him for as long as he could, but it wasn't very durable and he spent 500 years in that mountain, so it didn't last long

He wishes he could say he liked to have Ao Lie braiding his hair, but honestly, he sucked almost as much as he sucked at grooming his fur

Surprisingly, Zhu Bajie is the one who makes the braids that always last the longest. Is he rough and careless? Yes. Does he always accidentally/on purpose pull SWK's hair, ending up in yet another fight Tripitaka has to stop? Absolutely. But his braids are the most durable

While Zhu Bajie's are the most durable, Sha Wujing's are the prettiest. He's rated second for this reason. He sometimes (if Wukong lets him, which doesn't always happen) even puts flowers in it

Tripitaka didn't know how to braid hair and every attempt at learning ended up in utter failure and ugly hairstyles. He got better later though

And last but not least! SWK may be decent at braiding other people's hair (learned from the moon n shadow themed bitch) but he sucks at braiding his own. He had to do and undo his hairstyle all the time before he started to trust the JTTW gang enough to do it for him

Ao Lie is the only one SWK got to say goodbye to. When the others announced they were joining the cycle of reincarnation, he screamed, angry, and left. He learned of their demise days after it happened. It's something he regrets to this day

Sometimes SWK would shapeshift into a horse to walk besides Ao Lie!

Ao Lie joked that Sun Wukong should be the one to carry their master, since he can also turn into a horse and that way he cam keep track of him, but SWK took it seriously and got very offended. Ao Lie gave him a bunch of peaches in hope of earning forgiveness. SWK can barely remember this happening (it's been like a thousand years, after all)

[cerisesakurainspring]

Kageyama Tobio / Hinata Shoyo

AU: Kageyama who suffers from achromatopsia meets Hinata.

~~A tinge of sun in a grayscale world~~

He stood somber at the edge of the street

His orbs stare distantly-

Into the dismal shades of grey

Devoid of hues; filled with dull shade visions

What’s crimson; what’s indigo?

To him, color was a mere concept

A distant notion

He only sees light and shadow

But then, in the backdrop of grey

A man stood aglow

In the night

As if the sun came to play

Trickled in warmth

Hair bathed in sunlight

A vibrant shade of orange

Warm like the sun; Sweet like tangerine

A surreal feeling; like his veil lifted

As if released from the confines of his grayscale world

For the first time

In the expanse of black and white

Was a man who stood aglow

Head luminously bright; like a glaring halo

Chatters of the crowd muted

As his heart bled

Color.

He was seeing color

From the man who stood aglow

His eyes focused solely

On the elusive lad whose hair a vivid hue

He wanted to touch his hair

Wanted to be close to it

But would the man permit?

His yearning gaze lay bare

The man who stood aglow

Took notice of his stare

A radiant smile on his supple lips

Brighter than the sun

He found himself drawn in

And he pushed his way,

Against the sea of grey

Towards the man who stood aglow

Each step echoing in his ears

Closer, he thought

Closer, he begged

The crowd moving like a swarm of fishes

In shades of bland hues

Except for the man who stood aglow

A beacon of hope

In a backdrop of grey

Though his thirst for color quenched

His hunger remained unsatiated

More.

He wanted more.

I am so tempted to expand this into a multi-chapter fiction, but I already have an ongoing AU project.

Also, I'm fearful of a writer's block. It's my absolute nemesis.

I've been on a writing streak, and my lone brain cell is nearing its extinction. I feel my archenemy slowly creeping in. 😩

Poem inspired by @ariosesae 's post. I know I said I can't do this concept justice, but I took on the challenge anyway 😅

This whole "summer/winter solstice" thing is giving me a plethora of ideas, but man, I don't have enough magic dust to bring them all to life.

I got the achromatopsia idea from the fact that winter solstice is the longest night of the year. It's symbolic of peak darkness, but it could also be representative of something physical. In this case Kageyama's inability to see colors.

Then there's sunshine, baby Hinata born on a summer solstice, bathing the world in golden sunlight. He is the epitome of jovial.

Their lives are intertwined. Hinata is the light Kageyama has been hoping for. The warm color in his monochromatic world. They're bound together. It doesn't have to be romantic. It can just be platonic.

Okay, damn there goes my rant. K, I'll go ponder under a rock on how to write this fic.

Do I even want to write it? Yes.

Do I have the artistic means and the time? Heck no lmao.

Maybe I'll write, but I'm feeling quite ambivalent on this one.

Be back in 250 business days.

[analogwriting]

It Comes in Waves

Chapter 11: Refracted Waves

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 1.7k a/n: oh my fuck, sorry this took so long. work has been absolutely hellacious lmfao. it also didn't help that i rewrote parts of these next few chapters a million times and i eventually just rolled with it ope first|next

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The next couple of days, you strategically avoid being around Law for too long. You were too embarrassed to be around him for long. The scene just replaying in your head every time you saw him. Nami’s teasing didn’t help either. The little comments she was always making were flustering you even more. 

However, if you did end up around him, you both acted like nothing happened. As it should be. Not that you gave him much time to say much anything else anyway before you made an excuse to leave. The longest interaction you’ve had was giving his jacket back and thanking him for it. Though, it had taken you a few hours to be able to face him again.

Eventually, there was talk of Dressrosa. Plans were being made - sort of. Luffy hated plans so he didn’t really pay attention, but everyone else was making a plan to try to have some kind of idea of what they were doing when they arrived. Chopper was insistent on you staying on the boat despite your protests. He wanted to run some more tests and make sure you were at full capacity again. He also didn’t want you to hurt yourself again so soon.

You ended up agreeing with him, not wanting to upset the tiny doctor yet again.

After everyone left, you were laying on a hammock on the deck. You were so bored. People were risking their lives and trying to take down a warlord and you were stuck here. Sure, it was supposed to just be a simple recon mission. Return Caesar in exchange for Doflamingo stepping down from being a warlord but…something didn’t sit right with you. It almost seemed too easy. 

A terrible feeling sunk into your bones. You sat up, looking around. It seemed like a sunny and calm day. It was too peaceful. Too quiet. It put you on edge. 

‘He needs your help.’

Your head whipped around. Who was that? Who needed your help? Did something go wrong? It was like a whisper in the wind. Maybe you imagined it. You were so bored your mind was making up excuses to make you leave. 

You looked out to the ocean again, thinking hard. It wouldn’t hurt to check, right? Quick travel over and quick travel back. There and back. You could possibly be back before Chopper even noticed  you were gone. You weighed your options and that bad feeling washed over you again. Something bad was happening and you needed to find them now. You were glad you listened in on their planning even after you had agreed to stay or this would be more difficult.

You scribbled a quick apology on a note for Chopper, sticking it to the mast before taking out your Navis and heading towards the island. You remembered the layout of the map, so it should be fine. You headed to your destination quickly. You could sense some giant fish around, but they left you alone for the most part. Maybe coming to sniff you, but they swam off. You silently thanked the ocean for her help.

When you arrived at Greenbit, you put the Navis back into your necklace. You honestly had no idea where to even begin to look. You thought for a moment before walking into the ocean a bit. “Help me, please,” you whispered to the waves that were now at your waist. You felt a funnel form around you and you shot into the air. Much like the columns that appear in the ocean from time to time in extreme weather.

It held you in the air and you looked about, spotting Law currently in battle. “There!” Then a wave began to form and head towards his location. You were heading towards them at a rapid pace. Ah, shit. This wasn’t what you planned. “Look out!”

Law looked up, away from his current fight with Doflamingo and his eyes widened as he saw you riding on a large wave. Oh man. You were really in trouble.

The water crashed to the ground, washing everything away from each other. When the water dispersed, you were next to Law, who was sputtering on the ground. “What the hell are you doing here?” he finally barked. You ignored him, noticing that at least the water had pushed away the danger that Law was currently facing.

“We don’t have much time.” You had an idea. You weren’t even sure if it would work, but you had to try. You could already feel yourself feeling drained. Maybe Chopper was right. You weren’t quite at full capacity, but you couldn’t give up now. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, standing up. You walked over to him, looking him in the eye. “Trafalgar Law.” He blinked, making a face as you said his name. You were sure he was confused. “Do you trust me?” He looked at you for a moment, but nodded. “Without a doubt.” You nodded. “Good. Whatever you do, do not use your ability. Not until I give you the clear, got it?” 

He looked at you, even more confused than he was a few seconds ago. You took your necklace off and looked at him. He leaned down so that you could throw it over his head. You settled it and looked at him. “Trust me.”

“What is your plan?” 

Right. The man who always needs the plan. You looked at him as water came rushing to the both of you. You answered in a way that hinted that it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“We’re going to trick the ocean.”

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Law felt as the water crashed into him and the next thing he knew, he was in the ocean. Was this your plan? To drag him out into the ocean? You couldn’t lug him and swim! He was going to sink to the bottom before you were able to swim to him.

When everything settled down, he noticed that he could still move. He looked down at the necklace, noticing the dull glow. He was also able to move despite being in the middle of the ocean. He was able to flail around enough to bring himself above water. He also noticed that he was pretty sure he could still use his ability but just before he was about to, your voice rang in his head.

How the hell did you pull this off? Trick the ocean? That was insane. It was even more insane that it worked. He looked around. Where were you? Did you get washed away too? Did you use too much of your own ability and pass out? Then he thought more about it. How were you able to do so much with the ocean without a devil fruit ability? He didn’t know of any fruits that dealt with the ocean, plus that seemed to go against the whole ocean hates devil fruit users. 

What were you?

He didn’t think long as he realized that he didn’t know how to swim and trying to stay afloat was harder than it looked.

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You were a bit more turned around than you meant to be and it took you longer to find Law than intended. You spotted him some odd yards away and it seemed that he had listened to you. He hadn’t used his ability. Good. That would’ve complicated things and surely the ocean would’ve been angry at you, which you didn’t need that right now.

You swam over to him, grabbing him before he went under and supporting him. He looked at you, completely shocked. “Y/n…” You looked at him. “Looks like it worked.”

“What the fuck?” He shook his head. “How the hell did we just fool the entire ocean?” You shook your head. “No idea, I definitely just took a shot in the dark.” He stared at you in disbelief.

“Alright, hold on,” you said. You used what little energy you had left to push the two of you out of the water. Only it somewhat just…spit you out and you two flew through the air before crashing onto land somewhere on Dressrosa. 

You coughed, sitting up and holding your head. The world was spinning again and you tried your best to collect your thoughts. Law was sputtering and made his way over to you. “After this is over,” he panted, placing your necklace back on you. “You’re explaining to me how the hell you did that.” You nodded. “Deal.” You were both panting and catching your breath.

Black started to build up on the edges of your vision. “Shit,” you mumbled. “Traffy? Y/n?” You blinked. Luffy? You looked over, everything in a haze. Where was he at? You narrowed your eyes, barely making out what looked like a building. Was he in some kind of jail?

Everything started to sound really far away and you were overwhelmed with all the commotion. Then you suddenly heard gunshots. You whipped your head towards the noise and your eyes widened as you screamed Law’s name at the same time Luffy screamed. You were frozen, unable to move. You were already incredibly weak.

You watched as Doflamingo picked up Law like he was nothing more than a ragdoll. You watched as his eyes fell on you. “What’s this?” Panic set in. What did he want with you? You looked to Law who looked very dead at this moment. He couldn’t be or the large man wouldn’t have bothered with him. You looked up at him as he walked over to you.

You moved back, wincing. Seems like you might’ve cracked another rib. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and lifted you into the air to get a closer look at you. “MINGO PUT Y/N DOWN NOW!” You heard Luffy yell - the panic in his voice evident, but you couldn’t stop looking at the tall man before you. He looked familiar now that you thought about it and that he was up close but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“It is you. What a pleasant surprise,” the warlord said, his smile widening. Huh? Did he know you? Panic filled your chest again and you squirmed, trying to get away from him. Unfortunately, you didn’t exactly have a lot of strength. 

“Who-?” Your words were cut off as you felt something hard hit the back of your head - the world going dark.