#this has been in my drafts for awhile but i can finally post

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15x07 - Dissonant Voices

[javarium]

under the clouds, in my heart | g. satoru

it’s these kinds of days that make Satoru the happiest — that remind him of the wonderful things he has in his life now; thunderstorms where his wife and children are safe and protected inside of his home are all he could ask for

w — post canon! gojo, canon-divergence, pregnant! reader, former first-year student! reader, mentions of underage relationship, mentions of being in a former! student-teacher relationship, Papa Satoru & Mama Reader, Satoru and Reader have a (growing) big family, this ended up shorter than I anticipated

a/n: another fix it fic you guys 🤧 this one has been in my drafts longer than 236

[ apart of the TFFTS universe! ]

He loves seeing you cozied up in his sweaters, no matter the time of year (he secretly keeps it colder than normal in the summertime so you’ll put them on, but he’ll never tell you that). He loves how the hemline rests at your knees, a testament to the cute height difference between the two of you.

With your pregnancy belly, like now, sweaters only seem reach mid-thigh.

Ah, he’s not complaining.

He’s back from a mission overseas a day early, one he committed to speed-running like a demon so he could get back to his growing family. It wasn’t too necessary, considering he doesn’t have to do many more missions nowadays. The only reason he was summoned was because of his long, long influence, to which he most definitely used to get back faster.

But the universe hits his Pause button the second he warps back into his lovely home. For good reason. His heavenly blue eyes take in the scene in front of him, soul imprinting this memory into itself for eternity.

Seiji, his five-nearly-six year-old firstborn, was curled up on your lap, head using your thighs as a makeshift pillow. Traitor. Satoru can hear little snores escaping his lips at the awkward position his head is in. But if Satoru tilts his head, he can see his son’s protective decision from where his head and body lay.

Sanari, his sweet daughter, is curled up by your left arm. Her white curls of hair are splayed out on the pillow behind her as her head rests on your shoulders. Satoru chuckles. He can clearly see drool at the corner of her mouth pooling onto the sweater of his you’re wearing.

Lightning lights up the sky outside. And suddenly, the gushing sound of rain is all Satoru can hear — a downpour. Huh, the clouds had been just as white as his hair earlier. He supposes anything can happen though.

He can’t even see outside anymore now. The greenery has been completely overtaken by the opaque gray of the intense rain and thunderstorm.

Satoru’s head snaps back to you and his sleeping offspring. As much as he wants to join, he can’t bring himself to. He wants to do anything besides ruin the picturesque moment in time before him.

Just look at the family he’s made for himself.

Ah, but the squirming toddler in your arms may do just that anyway. So he doesn’t debate taking Junpei from your arms as he begins to scrunch up his adorable little nose.

Besides, Satoru’s sure you’re bound to wake up soon. His Six Eyes tells him that because the cursed energy from within your tummy is starting to become restless, the twins are finally waking up.

A big family hadn’t been on his mind. You both agreed on leaving your family with Junpei as your youngest. Especially with you falling pregnant so soon with him after having trouble with Sanari’s pregnancy and birth.

But things don’t always go to plan, do they? Satoru muses.

Taking the littlest that'll soon be a big brother wakes you from your nap. You inhale and exhale deeply as your eyes flutter open, blinking quite a few times before your vision clears.

“….’toru~” Your sleepy inhale sounds like a cute sniffle; he can’t help but grin. “You’re home?”

“Surprise, baby,” Satoru mumbles as he sits down and leans over the couch and over your pregnant belly to sweetly kiss your lips. “I’ll be home for awhile this time,” he adds softly. One arm holds his son, the other wraps around the back of your shoulders, hand resting on your upper arm to gently pull your body into him to deepen the kiss. You can’t help but giggle against his lips, and he smiles and giggles into it in return.

Lightning brightens the sky, this time for the longest you’ve ever seen. And following it, is the mightiest thunderclap you’ve ever heard. It makes even your husband jump, surprised by the deafening boom. Your lips separate from Satoru’s, who’s looking out the window with you, impressed by the power of Mother Nature.

It wakes Seiji and Sanari, who despite their maturity for their age, show their age by the fat tears pooling at their eyelids. Junpei, fully awake, begins to cry too, slightly louder than his older siblings. The toddler buries himself into his daddy’s shoulder for comfort and protection. And when the other two see their dad, who’s back home early, they jump to him and do the exact same, hugging him and burrowing into his chest and neck.

You’d take a picture had your babies not been so scared.

When your hand rubs Seiji’s back, the little boy turns to you, eyes watery with fear. He takes two little steps on the couch and softly stumbles into your outstretched arms. He rests his bottom on your thigh, head burrowed into the crook of your neck, little hands balled up into fists with the sweater you were wearing between his itty bitty fingers.

“Come on, Seiji. Off Mama’s belly,” Satoru says, a slight tinge of worry to his voice as he sees him lay a little too heavily on your rounded middle.

The little boy gasps lightly and moves. “Sorry, Mama. Sorry babies.”

You chuckle and kiss his tiny forehead. Satoru presses his lips to the side of his son’s temple, his free hand reaching for his sides to tickle him, saying things about how cute he was.

Sanari takes the moment to detach from her daddy’s side and dives back into your ribs, albeit much more carefully than her older brother. She sniffles, still scared from the clash of thunder, but much calmer now that both her parents were home and awake. She burrows her head under your arm, almost behind your back, leaving her nose room to breathe in the cool air and the sweater that smells like both you and her papa.

It’s so cute, Satoru thinks. She’s the complete opposite of him. She’s the more quiet and reserved one of her siblings. And he still suspects that she still will after her younger twin siblings will be born. Satoru has a feeling, knows in his gut that they’ll be the most extroverted of his children, bouncing off the walls just like he does every day.

Though not so much anymore, heh. He’s still a childish person at heart, but his age is slowly getting to him, slowly beginning to chip away at his ability to be the flamboyant jujutsu sorcerer he used to be. He can feel the ache of time and age begin to take root in the bones of his body that had been so tempered.

In its place, however, took fatherhood, took a new and different kind of responsibility that he was more than excited for — days filled with new challenges, watching his kids grow as he smothers them with love.

His former students were more than capable of handling the load he used to. There’s plenty more of them nowadays than there is of him. With most of them all Special Grade sorcerers, too, he muses. Including you. But you don’t partake in missions like that, mostly being in the reserves of jujutsu society and using your reverse cursed energy like Shoko has.

Especially since becoming a mom.

Satoru sees the rainy day lulling you back to sleep. Being five-and-a-half months pregnant with twins, while also caring for three more while her husband was away would make any woman tired.

His offspring, however, were wide awake.

“Go upstairs and go to sleep,” Satoru says quietly. He sees the waves of fatigue hit every time you blink several times in one go. Your happy expression is getting harder to hold as you grow tired all over again, and Satoru thinks he’s going to have to carry you upstairs, fearing you falling.

But you, ever-stubborn, refuse. “I’m okaaay,” you reply, yawning into the words.

The white-haired man chuckles and shakes his head. “Go to bed,” he says, this time in a more commanding tone. “I’ll wake you up in a couple hours with food ready.”

And when he makes that face, the cutesy one that also means he’s more than happy to carry you to bed, you don’t argue. He does, however, help you up off the couch and watches from the bottom of the stairs to make sure you lose balance and tip backwards. Satoru blows you a kiss, to which you chomp down at, mock-devouring his kisses. He gasps, fake offended, and it gets the giggle out of you he’s hoping for before you go into the bedroom.

Satoru’s heart swells with adoration and love. It overflows even more as he turns back to his two sons and his daughter. God, he almost wants to cry. What did he do to deserve such happiness in his life? After everything he’s done, that’s happened to him, when did the universe decide a beautiful wife and sweet, adorable children were in the cards for him?

He doesn’t know. All he knows is that he’s going to hold his family close to his heart and protect them until his last breath.

a/n: this got published at a completely random time lmao, where did this even come from? this’ll flop for sure but everyone who reads pls enjoy anyway

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unexpected - part 1 & 2 [ xavier thorpe x reader]

[ i’m alive! i haven’t posted in ages and i’m terribly sorry. i’ve had this in my drafts for awhile and finally finished it up. it's a part 1 and 2 that just made sense to put in the same post. ]

word count - 5.5k

[ summary - the reader and xavier have despised each other for years, but when she discovers his unexpected attraction to her after being a bit too nosy, their dynamic takes a complete turn. ]

[ warnings - enemies to lovers, angst/jealousy, swearing, dirty talk, oral (f), unprotected sex, bit of degrading. ]

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i was never a big fan of school dances, especially the kind where wednesday addams stole the show for wearing all black, despite that being typical of her, so i didn't really understand what the surprise was for. i had always been fairly close to enid, but when wednesday transfered to nevermore, our friendship diminished in some ways, but i wasn't drastically devastated or anything - i needed to focus on my education anyway. despite my new and improved academic achievements, enid managed to convince me to come to the r'aven, which i did solo, contrary to the norms at nevermore to never attend such a large event alone.

"she looks gorgeous, don't you think?" enid said next to me, a bit of excitement and pride in her voice as she clutched tighter on her glass of punch, watching the black haired girl walk in with tyler, a blank expression on her face.

i shrugged lightly, taking a sip of my drink as i leaned against the empty chair in front of me. "i mean, she's okay." i said plainly. i didn't even mean it out of jealousy or spite, i really didn't view wednesday to be as unique as she was painted to be by people like.. him, yeah, xavier thorpe.

i thought of xavier because as enid spoke in return to my dry comment, i saw the boy staring at wednesday with a bit of disgust, probably at her date, and also with himself. i would hope that was for being so obsessed with someone who never even returned his way-too-obvious feelings, but who was i to mindread?

i laughed lightly, nudging enid to look in xavier's direction, bianca's expression dropping to clear aggravation and jealousy as she watched her date's face. "why do you think she came with him when she probably knew he was going to react like this?"

enid shook her head, frowning a bit. "i don't think she thought about it like that at all. maybe she thought they would get back together."

"yeah, right." i set my glass down on the white table. "xavier has been mentally dick-riding wednesday since she got here. he wants what he can't have like most guys."

"then why doesn't he want you?" enid asked, giggling as she nudged me. i rolled my eyes and pushed her with my own shoulder.

i grin, looking over to her. "because he hates me so much he can't physically imagine fucking me. remember, he said that during our game of truth or dare last semester."

"oh, believe me, i'll never forget that." she takes a large sip from her cup, laughing through it. "i can't believe he said that in front of half the grade."

"i can." i smirk, taking her empty cup and grabbing my own off the table. "i'll be back with some more punch."

she nods and mouths a small "thank you" as i walk off, lightly pushing myself through the crowd of students and round tables, until i reach the trash can and the punch table that was next to it. i began to fill enid and i's new cups before i feel a tall, lanky, and, oh, deathly aggravating, presence next to mine.

i sigh, turning my body towards his as i look up at xavier thorpe. "upset about your public rejection?"

he rolls his eyes, grabbing a cup and beginning to fill his own after i step away from the bowl. "at least i have a date. i think you're the only person here who doesn't."

"maybe i'm untouchable." i tease, sipping from my cup and looking down at him while he shoots me a grossed out look as he leaned down to grab bianca a glass. "perhaps i stand out more than wednesday, but you'd probably say that was impossible. delusion does something to a person, i suppose."

he scoffed, leaning up straight and looking down at me, as if i appeared to be lesser than him. "you're a real asshole, [y/n]. you know that, right?"

i shrug, clearly unbothered by his comment. "it's my best trait."

walking back to enid, i can hear xavier's annoyed groan as he heads to the opposite side of the room to meet a very pissed off bianca. i pitied her, but at the same time, she agreed to go with xavier thorpe, so there wasn't much i could validate from that decision.

i noticed enid flirting with her date, so i set her drink down on the table and walked back towards the entry door, slipping through it silently and down the dark hallway that led to the dorms. everyone was occupied, and i didn't mind being left alone for a few minutes anyway. i was never a big fan of loud music, or parties, so it didn't suit me much there - i was mainly more of an emotional support for enid than anything. i didn't mind it much at all, but she was with her date, and i would never complain about some alone time on campus.

i slowly creaked open an empty classroom door, walking into the room full of desks and lab equipment. i quietly turned on the lamp aside the teacher's desk before sitting down. i reached into my pocket to grab a small bottle of vodka before pouring it into my drink. as i lifted it up to my lips, i hear a loud knock on the open door, making my eyes widen and avert to the glass bottle in my hands, which i quickly tossed into the trashcan before looking to who was at the door.

i rolled my eyes as i saw xavier, taking a gulp of the drink, which i quickly realized i needed for this interaction that was about to occur.

"what brings you here? did you think of any insults that pertained to something relevant?" i asked, turning the rolling chair towards him as i cross my ankles. "if so, i'm happy to hear what you've come up with this time."

"shockingly, i've come to ask if you wanted to drink with me, but i see you've already started by yourself." he says, leaning against the door frame, putting his hands in his pockets as he references the trashcan.

i gasp with heavy sarcasm. "me? drink with xavier thorpe?" i grin, standing up. "did bianca say no since you publicly humilated her by drooling over wednesday addams?"

he pursed his lips together as a red tint collected onto his pale cheeks. "no, i didn't ask. she's been ignoring me anyway tonight."

"can't blame her, i must have rubbed off on her." i say, handing him my drink as he very quickly took a sip. i blink a bit in surprise. "are you trying to get fucked up?"

"why would i not?" he said with a bit of a frustrated tone. "i'm not going to act like i don't feel bad for screwing over bianca like this. she fucked me over by using her powers when we were together, but i didn't really plan on being a dick to her tonight, it just happened."

"it just happened." i say in a low voice. "you really need to think things through before you say or do them, xavier thorpe. can't ask someone to go to a dance with you just because your first date ditched you. especially your ex."

he shook his head, handing me back the half-full cup. "what am i even doing talking to you about this shit? whatever." he said, turning to face the door. he seemed embarrassed. "see you."

i stare blankly at his confusing but unsurprising response. it seemed him opening up to me and me not giving him a sympathetic reaction pissed him off, but i don't really know what he was expecting from me in the first place. we hadn’t gotten along for years. truthfully, i couldn’t even pinpoint when our mutual disliking started, but it had always been around.

“you know, i may not be quite fond of you, xavier, but i’m here if you need brutal honesty.” i raise my tone as he walks off, leaving me with no response. i sigh, now a bit embarrassed with myself for displaying a small portion of kindness to him.

i turn around, finishing my drink off and tossing it in the trash before i walk down the hallway, opposite of the dance, back to my dorm room.

as i approach my room, i glance down to see a dorm key on the floor. my brows raise and i lean down, grabbing the metal and reading the side of it. my eyes widen when i see who’s it is. obviously, no other than xavier thorpe's.

“oh, shit.” i mutter.

i wouldn’t act like i wasn’t a nosy person, especially towards my nemesis - of course i’d be going to snoop in his room.

his dorm was a few down from my own. i quietly unlocked the wooden door, sliding myself through the cracked frame and gently shutting it behind me. flipping the dim lights on, i scanned the messy, yet also oddly organized bedroom. given that xavier thorpe was a strange person, at least to me, i very quickly found something interesting. his sketchbook.

i walk towards his desk, picking up the red journal and flipping through it, seeing well drawn pictures of different animals, instruments, nothing interesting.. until, the last few pages, which were not photos, but writing.

as much as she made my blood boil, her fierce personality grew on me, far more than i expected it to as the years went on. the hate i once possessed so deeply was altered into a deep, truly intolerable lust, one that i could never showcase to her, only myself, surrounded by my own walls and left to think of her alone, touching myself to-

my eyes widened and i shut the book, setting it slowly and quietly on the desk, exactly into its original place. good god, who the fuck was xavier writing a-list fanfiction about?

i bit my bottom lip, shaking my head as i glanced back down at the sketchbook. no, i couldn’t keep reading it. as much as i loathed him, this was personal. i would be drastically upset if someone read information of mine so private. it was like my hand was unconsciously gravitating towards the book anyway.

“i’m such an asshole.” i muttered to myself, opening the pages again, and back to where i left off.

her dominant words, her demands for me to fuck her in such an intimate, yet so dirty way that it was almost unimaginable. my body on top of her own, her arms wrapped around my drenched skin as i pushed myself inside of her warm, tight walls, walls that held me inside and possessed me as her own. [y/n]-

“oh, fucking hell..” i whispered with shock, now slamming the book shut and setting it back in place immediately after reading my name in the following sentence.

it was partially horrifying, but also oddly compelling that xavier thorpe, the same person who would probably stomp on my grave, was writing detailed scenarios of us fucking in his spare time. genuinely, i couldn’t wrap my head around it, but i didn’t have much time to regardless, as i noticed on his alarm clock that it was reaching close to midnight, and the r’aven would be over soon.

i turn the lamp off, the room shading itself into darkness immediately, as i walk to the door. my hand reaches to open it, and it instead comes towards me as xavier walks in. my eyes widen in fear, and i freeze up, the key in my hand as xavier flips the lights on, and stares at me, shocked and more confused than anything.

“you.. you took my spare key?” he asked, shutting the door and leaning against it, crossing his arms.

i shake my head, handing it back to him. “no, i found it on the floor.”

“so, you came to my room, rather than give it to me when you found it.” he said, following my explanation. “trying to rob me of everything i’ve got?” he gestures to his closet. “about the most expensive thing i’ve got is a pair of nikes, so have at it.”

i roll my eyes, my face a heated pink, so much so that i could feel it burning on my cheeks. “no, that wasn’t the plan. more curiosity than anything. truthfully, i just wanted to snoop around.”

it seemed the idea of his sketchbook didn’t even cross his mind. “oh? to find what?”

“well, i found some written porn.” i say quite boldly, looking up at him. “on someone very unexpected, actually.”

i watched his expression drop, and he shook his head in what seemed to be more disbelief than anything. it quickly shaped itself into anger, and some embarrassment. “you read my fucking journal?”

“i didn’t mean to.” i cut him off before he could speak any further. “it’s not like i wanted to voluntarily read that.”

“f-fuck..!” he yells, covering his face in embarrassment, the key slipping out of his palm and onto the wooden floor. “oh, god, you’ve got to leave, [y/n]. please leave.”

“will do.” i sigh, awkwardly nodding, and noticing his shaken up stance. “but you are sort of blocking my exit.”

he moves out of the way as i speak, probably the fastest i’ve seen him move in his life. i walk towards the door, reaching to open it, before i stop. i glance up at him.

“can i ask you what provoked such writing about myself before i go? does my hateful nature turn you on? i didn’t mean it to be that way.”

he shook his head, sighing. he looked up, unable to meet our eyes. he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought. “no, i.. i..” he sighed heavily. “you’re unattainable. someone i can’t ever imagine doing such things with for so many different reasons.”

“well, you clearly can’t get with wednesday either but i didn’t see pages of sexual encounters written about her.”

he steps back, shaking his head once again at my comment. “you’re completely different people, [y/n]. it’s not the same.”

“what’s so different?” i ask, now a bit intrigued by the conversation. i lean against the doorframe. “i’m genuinely curious.”

he finally looked at me, his mouth hung open as he stared at me for a moment. “the difference is you’re the only person i’ve ever wanted to fuck but deeply despise at the same time. it confuses me, and i.. i know it’s so weird, but writing about it was the only way i could… uh, process it, i guess.”

oh, god. his words pierced my core. not in the violent, gorish way i’d prefer them to, but rather a more sexual fashion that created a massive disruption in me. the forming wetness between my legs unsettled me.

“you’re right, it’s time for me to go.” i nod, opening the door as i spoke. “goodnight.”

i walk down the hallway, staring at the floor the entire time until i get to my dorm. i could hear him hesitate before shutting his door after he registered the conversation was over.

i shut the door behind me, quickly taking off my dress and setting it on my desk before getting into my bed, bare aside from my underwear, which i was starting to slide off hastily and dropped to the floor. he wouldn’t know of this. he wouldn’t know i wanted it, too, as strange as that seemed to me. it was something i needed to now keep to myself, just as he did previously. this was it, no more than this. one time touching myself to that asshole. one time.

the sensation was so fresh, so hard to grasp that i felt a sense of euphoria wash over my heated body as i closed my eyes, running my fingers down my stomach and to the slit between my legs, sinking myself into the imaginative state i was in as i ran scenarios through my head, consisting of the most unexpected person they could withhold.

one time. i thought again. one time.

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as expected, xavier and i's feud was drastically dialed down after that night. the classes we did have together that we used to bicker in were now silent, which was a weird feeling, but not as weird as what happened last weekend. i tried to black it all out of my head, and i was correct about touching myself to xavier thorpe being a one time affair. at least i held myself accountable for my singular mistake, and didn't make it some sort of off-putting habit.

xavier, on the other hand, seems clearly disturbed by our now lessening exchange of words, even if it was a simple insult shot across biology being absent. i could visibly see it on his face when i walked into the room, his eyes darting down to his textbook, and his lips pursed together in what i would assume to still be fresh embarrassment. i felt bad for him in more ways than one, i would admit. it was his personal thoughts, and i did invade them, but also cut off any further explanation he was going to give me that night.

cutting me out of those overbearing thoughts was the bell for last period, the students at my table scrambling their books into their hands as they rushed out of english. i sighed, slowly standing up and beginning to pack my bookbag. i didn't have any classes for the rest of the day, so it was time for me to head back to my dorm and start working on the paper we just discussed for the past hour and a half that i blacked out of.

"can we talk?" i hear faintly from the side of my desk. i look up to lock eyes with xavier, and my face immediately reddens. i press my lips together and breath lightly out of my nose as i think of how to even respond to his sudden question and frankly, startling presence.

"i don't think you're a creep, if that's what you're wanting to talk to me about." i say honestly, slinging my backpack across my shoulder. "i do think this obviously has created much tension between the two of us that will probably never fade out because of how substantial the situation is, but i think it's for the best, regardless. the semester is almost over an-"

xavier sighs and shakes his head. "no, not that - i mean, i, i agree with that, but i just wanted to explain myself. i don't want the last conversation we ever have to be what we had last weekend."

"understandable." i return. "so, uhm, you can come to my dorm if you'd prefer? this doesn't seem like something appropriate to discuss in the commons. but try to walk a few feet behind me so no one sees us together. bad for our image of hate towards one another."

he sounded relieved that i agreed to talk to him, and let out a small chuckle at my demand. he follows me to my room, with distance as directed, and comes in shortly after i do. i set my room key on my desk before gesturing for him to sit on my bed, and i sit against the headboard, facing him while he awkwardly positioned himself at the end of the mattress.

he cleared his throat, resting his nervous hands on his thighs as he looked at the ground. "i just wanted to apologize. i know that made you uncomfortable, and believe me, it made me pretty uncomfortable writing what i did, but at the same time, it's just how i get my words out. i.. i am really sorry if i violated you in a way. i didn't mean for you to ever see that, and i obviously didn't show it to anyone else. i burned it all last weekend so that it's gone and no one will ever see it but me and you."

i blink in surprise at how adamant he was about getting rid of the evidence he probably spent a lot of time writing. i nod, leaning down as i sink into my propped up pillows. "it's okay, i don't feel that you did that to make me feel weird. you obviously never expected me to see it, and i'm sorry for violating your privacy in the first place. i appreciate you getting rid of it."

he gave me a soft, but still uncomfortable smile. "so.. so we're good?"

"sure." i shrug, sitting up as i felt the conversation beginning to wrap up. "back to mortal enemies? or would you prefer strangers?"

he looked caught off guard by my question, his eyebrow raising at my words. "is there an option that combines the two of them in some way?"

"eh." i cross my legs and lean forward as i speak. "perhaps."

i hear the rain begin to beat against my bedroom window, the sky diming to accompany the sudden thunderstorm, then look to xavier in response. "you better go if you want to make it back to your dorm without getting drenched."

"yeah, you're right." he nods, clearing his throat uncomfortably before standing up. he looks to me, watching as i stand up in return. "well, i'm glad everything is okay."

i nod silently, the two of us staring at each other, unable to process a proper way to say goodbye. i mean, how could we with the conversation we just had?

"uh, me too." i cross my arms and shake my head out of the eye contact, looking up to him. "i'll see you tomorrow in biology?"

"yeah." he nods, turning towards the door to walk himself out.

"oh, here." i walk in front of him to grab my key. "i need to unlock the-"

"can i kiss you [y/n]?"

my cheeks redden and i set the key down, turning to face him. i blink in disbelief. "kiss me?"

"i'm sorry, that was a heat of the moment thing, i didn't mean to make this weird ag-"

"no, it's fine." i walk towards him as i cut his stammering words off, leaning up to take his head into my hands and pull him down to my height, pressing his warm lips against my own. he hastily wrapped his arms around my waist, our bodies gravitating to my bed as i push my weight onto his thin, light build, climbing on top of him and moaning lightly into his mouth as i ran my fingers through his long strands of straight hair.

while there was no rush to this sudden circumstance, we were kissing like we were on a time crunch, hands running down each other's clothed bodies and very quickly taking them off. xavier begins to unbutton my school shirt, the nude colored bra that laid behind it exposed to his eyes, which were visibly glued to my chest as he undressed me. i unbuckled his belt in the process, looking down at him while he moved his head closer to my chest, trailing kisses down my heated flesh and lightly brushing my bra out of the way for a moment as his lips kissed my nipple, tongue circling the stimulated bud which only earned a moan from my lips, xavier's body twitching against my own while my pleasure transferred into his own.

i reach down between us to slide my hand into his pants, a bit slowly to make sure he was okay with it, which he very quickly signaled by lightly bucking his hips towards me in return. my hand was met with his erection, straining in his khakis as i jerked it off, moans escaping from his pink lips and vibrating onto my chest which was starting to cover in light hickies and salvia.

he breaks himself away, forcing my body onto the mattress and my hand out of his pants, his own build getting off of me and onto the floor, his knees against the hardwood while he pulled down my skirt, and my underwear, my face dark red as i was nearly naked before him, nothing but my lopsided bra and half buttoned shirt.

"you don't understand how long i've wanted to taste you." he says through a low, seductive yet needy tone of voice. "i've wanted you in my mouth for what feels like ages." he leans down, taking both my thighs into his hands and pulling my bottom up and towards the end of the bed to reach him.

i was speechless, sitting up and staring down at xavier while he began to trail wet kisses into my inner thighs, his mouth soon reaching my pussy and beginning to lick the outside with great tease. i gasped at just his most gentle touch, one hand holding my body propped up as the other reached down to cup the side of his left cheek. he looked up at me, watching as i gave him a small nod to go further.

his tongue attacked my clit, sucking on the bud and my wet skin while one of his hands snaked between my thighs, gently pushing two fingers into my slit, stimulating my body through more ways than i imagined he would so soon. i moaned, closing my eyes and immersing myself into the moment, finding it still hard to believe that his head was between my thighs now when i would've laughed at the thought of this a few days ago.

watching xavier eat me out was so attractive, i almost couldn't comprehend what him fucking me would feel like. he knew what he was doing, holding our eyes as he pushed his fingers inside me, his touch sucking against my clit and twirling around in circles to tease me further, sparks sending themselves to my hot core. it felt never-ending, in a good way, of course, the way he was able to make me feel. the way he made me want him after all this time hating each other was insane. it was rather impressive more than anything.

i leaned forward, watching him pull his lips away from my middle and to my lips, the taste of my own pleasure now against my mouth, his tongue pushing forward and clashing against my own. with his fingers still in me, he adjusted our position, now on his knees in the bed and hovering a bit above me, watching as my mouth hung open at his touch, the feeling of another finger slipping into my tight walls. i could feel myself wrapping around him, which he visibly took note of, as the expression on his face shaped into a smirk, almost like he was proud of himself for the way i reacted to his strengthening touch.

"i've got to stretch you out if you want me to be inside you." he remarks, leaning down to kiss me between the sinful noises that left my lips. "you want me to fuck you like i hate you?"

"shouldn't be a hard thing to do." i grin, pecking his lips, gasping as he curls his fingers inside me at my response.

xavier pulled his wet fingers out, slapping them against pussy as i arch my body in response to the intense touch, my eyes widening as i look at him in surprise. he could only chuckle, standing up and taking his pants and boxers off, his hard length pointing itself towards me as he steps closer again, knees on the mattress and cock aligned with me. he wasn't lying - he was quite long, as i could have imagined by his height and lanky build, but he was thick, too. he was much more than i imagined he was, but i wasn't complaining.

he leaned closer, helping adjust my body to where my feet were now resting on his bare shoulders, spread wide as he pushed inside me, my eyes shutting and mouth opening at the feeling of him slowly pushing inside my body. good god, he hurt, but at the same time, he felt so fucking good.

he held me by my ankles, his hair moving with his rhythm as he kept a slow, intimate pace, watching as my breasts moved with his thrusts, briefly, until he pulled out. i blinked, confused. "is everything okay?"

"you want me to fuck you like i hate you, right, [y/n]?" he asks flatly, his hand running down his cock, before nudging me to flip over.

my cheeks redden and i shake my head. "i would think you'd want to see my expression when doing so."

"who said i wasn't?" he grinned, grabbing me by the hips and tossing me over, pressing his hand on my stomach to arch back before pushing himself back inside.

i gasped, unable to react as he grabbed my face, guiding it towards him and leaning down to where we were able to meet eyes, my hair fallen in front of my face, which he adjusted to fit behind my ears. i could see it in his eyes that he wanted to watch my expression in every way while he pumped his cock inside me, stroke after stroke causing me to moan, my vision clouding with the harder he held my face, the harder he fucked me and made my legs nearly melt at his rough touch.

"you're so fucking beautiful," he coos, placing a rough, wet kiss against my lips. "so fucking beautiful when you take me inside you, i can feel you tightening against me, [y/n]. i didn't think you'd want me around you much longer, but look at you."

"shut the fuck up." i say through pitiful moans, my hands holding the bedsheets as he talked. "you're not always going to have the upper hand."

he scoffed, picking up his pace, pecking my cheek before leaning up, his hand moving to hold the back of my neck while his thrusts only grew strong from his new position.

"says the girl who's letting me fuck her from behind with her ass propped up for my bare cock." he smirked as he heard me groan in annoyance. "you can tell me you like it, no shame in it."

i roll my eyes, now trying to hold my tongue. i figured this wasn't the time or place to cuss out the same person who was actively pounding me with his cock. "just shut up, xavier."

he leaned down to kiss my cheek quickly, his lips leveling to my ear. "i think you know me well enough to know i'm not going to."

he lifted himself back up, holding my ass as he guided me back and forth, the sounds of our wet skin slapping together while i enveloped his cock inside me, the stimulation far too great to not earn us both a very quickly approaching orgasm.

i felt him moan lightly from behind me, our voices, and bodies, and noises, sync together while the room seemed to grow hotter and far too much for either of us to handle, until we both finished, xavier staying in me for a moment before slowly pulling out, his cum leaking lightly between my shaking, red legs as i laid down on my back.

he laid down aside me, reaching over to undo my top completely and help guide my bra off, leaving the two of us now completely naked, lathered in our own, and each other's, sweat. i felt him wrap his arms around me and i rolled my eyes, lightly trying to nudge him off me.

"you're sweaty." i say, watching him laugh at my remark. "what's so funny?"

he stopped me from my squirming, taking my hand into his own and wrapping his arm around my waist. "you'll never be quiet, will you, [y/n]?"

i shake my head, my expression lightening as i look up to him. "i'm not the one who was begging to taste the other. remind me who was on their knees earlier?"

"i hate you." he playfully nudges me, pulling me closer. he sighed, and look up at the wood ceiling, his tone dialing down as he pursed his lips together.

"you know, you physically feel good, but this felt good, too." he gestures to the two of us, which i only blushed in response at.

"xavier thorpe, are you admitting you've peaked an interest in me?" i tease, squeezing his hand in response.

he rolled his eyes, shrugging softly. "maybe so, but no worries, i'll still follow a few feet behind you in the hallway."

"look at you, already listening. guess i really do have the upper hand in this, don't i?" i sit up, watching as he followed my actions. i reach over to hold him by his face, kissing him once again.

he chuckled, holding me by the back of my head as he returned the kiss. he raised his eyebrow, a bit of reflection on his face from what just happened. “why the sudden change of heart towards me?”

“i don’t know.” i shrug, looking from his lips to his eyes. “i guess we’ll have to see how this unfolds over time.”

“i guess so.” he grinned, kissing me once again. “no worries, ill still make sure to embarrass you in some way on monday in biology.”

“you wouldn’t dare.” i smirk, lightly nudging him onto his back as i climb on top of him. “good luck, xavier thorpe.” i begin to trail kisses down his neck, his arms once again wrapping around my waist.

“words of good luck from the enemy? today’s full of surprises.” he teases before sliding his hand between us.

[kaiandels]

VballPlayer!Ellie ♡ Cheerleader!Reader (Headcanon)

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writer’s note: As a vball player, I am writing this as a manifestation. Amen. So I’m posting headcanons for now since i’m a lil bit busy with Uni. But I have 2 smuts that are in my drafts right now so get ready for that 😭

warnings: Mild swearing & sfw/nsfw ver

Not proofread never will

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• Ellie was a volleyball player ever since she was a kid. She has always enjoyed playing the sport and it has always been her form of workout.

• Ellie had first saw you when she was trying out for the varsity team. She almost got hit on the face solely because she couldn’t stop staring at you. With your bright smile while you do your little stomps and jumps warmed her heart.

• Ellie had never missed a practice since. She wanted to see you everyday and she would rather break a limb than miss a day without seeing you.

• It had took her awhile before she had gained the courage to come up and talk to you. It would even get to the point that she would talk to herself, reciting the things she wanted to say but only coming up with-

• “Hi, you’re a cheerleader… right?” Ellie said to you. You looked up at her in confusion, your hands literally gripping your pompoms as you wore the vibrant colors of your school cheerleading uniform.

• After that interaction, you bet that Ellie was screaming her head off in the girl’s varsity locker room.

• When Ellie confessed to you, she wore a white shirt with her school’s varsity jacket uniform. Scratching her head as she finally spoke the words “I like you, Y/N. A lot.”

• After a few months of dating, you would always attend her games/competitions and you would actually be one of the cheer team who would be performing whilst they play the game.

• “ELLIE BE CAREFUL” You screamed at the top of your lungs earning laughs from the other-half of the audience aswell as your girl friends.

• Ellie looking at you before she spikes the ball towards the opponents team giving that “this is for you” look. She only does that look when she knows she can ace the whole round. (She doesn’t want to get embarassed but to be honest.. when has she ever missed?)

• After the game, you always made it a routine to run up in to Ellie’s arms and she always seemed to lift you up with no struggle whatsoever. Ellie also likes to spin you around as she places kisses on to your cheeks. “Congratulations baby.” you mouthed.

• Whenever Ellie’s coach whistles at the team, you run up to her. Passing by her teammates as you bring her water and her towel. Wiping her sweat away for her. “Thank you baby” Ellie smiled as she leaned down to kiss your lips, earning an irritated groan from her teammates and her coach.

• I imagine that you and Ellie would take dates outside, simple but convenient for you both. Either in food stands or just taking a stroll outside. Ellie would definitely bring her ball to teach you how to receive or just serve but you would eventually whine at her and give up.

• “Ellieee please I don’t want to do this anymoree”

• “Y/n… I’m teaching you how to fold your hands… you haven’t even touched the ball yet.”

• Ellie looking at you in awe as she sees you practicing for your cheer. Ellie has always seemed to love it when you spin and jump around. She thinks that you’re so precious. “What are you looking at?” You giggled with a slight huff. “Keep dancing, I think you messed the 1st part up.” Ellie suggested. “Which one of the 1st part? there were many.” you raised your eyebrows as you wait for a response. “Uh.. just the whole 1st part. It was bad… horrible even.”

• “You just wanna see me dance don’t you?” “Heh… yeah…”

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• Ellie always loved to fuck you in your cheerleading uniform. You always suggested that you both should take the whole thing off but what Ellie just wanted to do was lift your skirt up and take you right then and there.

• I just imagine everytime that when the dances get a little bit flattering, Ellie would poke the inside of her cheek with her tongue, calling you from the other side of the court (since that’s where you both practice) And she would always take you to the shower rooms and fingerfuck you until you’re shaking.

• “Fuck, my pretty little cheerleader so worked up for me huh? Did the splits loosen you up or is it just my cock?”

• You and Ellie almost got caught one time. You were both in the usual spot, the shower rooms. The water was running and her teammates voices could slowly be heard as they entered the shower room. Completely unaware of what’s happening inside. “Ellie! Bro, you here? Did you see what our coach did today? It was a fuckin’ spike error and he still gave the point to them.” Ellie groaned at the comment, her hand covering your mouth as she dug her strap deeper in to you. Your whines muffled. “Yeah, I know he’s a dick. Glad it wasn’t an… oh fuck- Official game though.” Ellie stuttered feeling her strap graze around her clit. “You okay bro?” Her teammates asks. Ellie doesn’t respond as she was focused on getting off, you tapped her hand telling her to respond but she just kept thrusting harder. Making it hard for you to contain your moans. “Fuck yeah…” Ellie moaned, catching the attention of her teammates. “Are you alright there?” Ellie groaned. Completely annoyed at the interaction. Ellie stopped answering as she heard the awkward murmurs of her teammates. It was easy to disregard for her as she was pussy-drunk from you the entire time. You leaned in to Ellie’s ear whispering rather “encouraging” words to her. “Y-you’re so good to me… Ahh fuck.. You fuck me so good. Please fuck my cum back in to me.” You giggled as you heard Ellie mutter curses under her breath.

• Ellie always had this strange thing with PDA… she can’t stop. She would always find a reason to touch your ass or give them a smack. Earning small laughters from her teammates.

• Something tells me that whenever Ellie had a bad game she would always result in to angry sex. “Fuck! Ellie please.. Be gentle. F-fuhuck… Ga- Ellie!” You babbled completely fucked out as Ellie kept pounding in to you. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do. Keep taking this dick and I might just be nice to you.”

• Something also tells me that whenever Ellie had a good game, this time it would be more of a “good job” or “victory” sex. Sounds corny. But feels too good. The praises, the gentleness, the soft kisses, it was completely different from the times when she lost. “You’re so good Ellie…” You moaned as your lips were on top of another, softly grazing but never kissing. You moaned in to her mouth as she softly grinded her hips against yours. “You’re so beautiful…” Ellie whispers, both of your breaths mixing together, creating a rather sensual atmosphere. “You’re doing so good… fuck” you whimpered.

• “Bend over. Let me see what you’re wearing underneath.”

• Ellie was ALWAYS perverted. Even though it was completely evident that it wasn’t her intention, she still fucking is. She would always fuck you after your cheer practices and after that keeps your panties in her pockets, never gave them back to you as she used them every night when she misses you.

• As an athlete, Ellie had an amazing body. And because of that, she would always send pictures of herself. Most preferably mirror shots so you could see everything. Her toned-chest, and the way she manspreads. You can see everything. And it’s fucking delicious.

•

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Tripped and fell into VerDi brainrot and, this is the result. Had this in the drafts for awhile now and I was initially going to post another piece before it but, I want to work on posting works in chronological order from when I start them. Honestly, this might be my favourite piece that I've written so far. Enjoy the filth.

Lee Chan x Fem! Reader x Hansol Vernon Chwe, Chan and Reader are in a relationship, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Vernon watches Chan and Reader have sex, praise kink (f. and m. receiving), unprotected piv sex, spanking (f. receiving), creampie, oral sex (m. receiving), Dom! Chan, Switch! Reader, Sub(ish)! Vernon and Chan being an overall menace to both Reader and Vernon.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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When your boyfriend first suggested this, you were more than a little uncertain. Not that you had any issues with Vernon, quite the opposite actually. You two got along incredibly well, much to Chan's relief, and have become relatively good friends in your own right. However, being good friends with your boyfriend's best friend doesn't magically equate to being comfortable with involving him as a third during sex. Vernon is a good looking man, to put it simply. You weren't blind to that. It also didn't help that you found his more shy and reserved personality endearing. Sometimes wondering how he became best friends with your loud ass boyfriend. The two of them feeling like complete opposites at times. Regardless, while you were attracted to him, you did had your reservations about including him in your sex life when your boyfriend brought it up.

"I- what brought this on?" You asked Chan, completely bewildered by this suggestion to let Vernon watch the two of you. Chan's ears are a bright red as he explains what his friend confessed to him one night after one too many drinks, "He thinks you're hot. Always has. He said one night he overheard us fucking in the dance studio and, got off on hearing us. He said after that he's been curious about what watching us would be like." All of this information hits you like a truck. Learning far more about Vernon's sexual interests than you ever expected to in your lifetime. While you can see the appeal for yourself and Vernon, you do wonder what's in it for Chan. "Why do you want to do it?" You finally ask when you remember how to formulate words. Your brain still reeling from all of this. Chan just smirks before answering, "I thought you'd notice by now, I like showing off."

That's how you find yourself thighs spread wide with Chan fucking into while Vernon sits across from you two on a chair, watching. Chan's hands grip your thighs tightly to make sure they stay open. Making sure Vernon can see ever movement of his girthy cock inside of you. His chest is hot and sweaty against your back, his breaths against your shoulder and neck giving rise to goosebumps. A particularly hard thrust from him has you throwing your head back and, moaning long and loud for both men to hear. "Isn't she so pretty?" Chan asks the older man over your shoulder, moving one of his hands to toy with your hardened nipple. "Yeah, so fucking pretty," Vernon responds completely transfixed by the sight of the two of you.

Vernon is yet to do anything other than sit there and watch, in nothing but his boxers. Both men agreeing to let you take the reins in that regard. Honestly, he's just happy you both agreed to let him watch. You're quite literally making one of his wildest fantasies a reality. He wasn't going to get all greedy now. Trying his best to ignore the painful ache of his profusely leaking cock in his boxers, he struggles to choose where to focus his gaze. One part of him desperately wants to watch the way your tight pussy eagerly swallows his best friend's (kind of intimidating) cock. The other part of him wants to watch your tits jump and bounce and jiggle with each of Chan's precise thrusts. The final part of him wants to watch your beautiful face. Eyes lidded in pleasure, lips bruised and swollen from how thoroughly Chan had kissed you and, every little noise you make shooting straight to his cock. Vernon would never tell Chan this because the younger man's ego is enormous enough as it is but, he thinks he finally understands why you're so willing and eager to spread your thighs for him, any and everywhere. Chan is nothing if not thorough at making sure you're fucked out.

He settles on alternating between looking at every part of you but, he finds his eyes wondering to your pussy more than anywhere else. You may be becoming too dazed to notice but, Chan notices and he pounces.

He fucks into you particularly hard, biting back a groan at how you tighten around him and dig your nails into the skin of his arms as he holds onto you firmly. "She's so tight. I can barely move," he tells Vernon, enjoying the way his words wash over his friend. His grip on the arms of the chair he's been sitting for what feels like hours tightening slightly as he swallows thickly. "Chan," you whine out in embarrassment at his words, turning your head in an attempt to hide from Vernon's scorching gaze. Chan won't be having any of it, however. The hand that had been toying with your nipple moves to cup your jaw, turning you back to face his best friend, whispering in your ear, "There's no need to be shy, baby. Look at how hard Vernon is from watching us. From watching you."

You shyly let your eyes wander to Vernon and are immediately struck with how delectable he looks. His brown locks sticking to his sweaty forehead, face flushed an adorable shade of pink and his cock straining against his boxers with a noticeable wet spot. The sight of him causing you clench around Chan's cock and moan out far louder than you intended to. "Y-you look so pretty, Ver-Vernon," you stutter out, taking great pleasure in watching his blush darken and spread down to his neck. "She means it. I almost came from how hard she clenched around me just now," Chan adds over your shoulder, moving his hand from your jaw to your clit.

"Th-Thanks," comes Vernon's bashful response, his cock throbbing from the praise. He watches intently as Chan makes quick work of your clit, still fucking you incessantly while encouraging you to cum on his cock. Cum while Vernon watches.

"Don't you want to show Vernon how much of a good girl you are? How beautiful you look when you cum?" Chan asks loud enough for both of you to hear clear as day, his fingers and his cock not giving you much of a choice. You hold Vernon's gaze as you cum. Insides tightening around Chan like a vice while your juices gush down his cock and his balls onto your shared bed, mouth open as you cry out for both men to hear.

Vernon has never cum untouched but, he thinks he just might from watching how hard you cum. You're arching and squirming so attractively, all your sounds of pleasure making his boxers even more of a sticky mess. Chan was right, you do look beautiful when you cum. Speaking of the younger man, this is probably the first time he isn't running his mouth all night. His own moans mixing with yours from how hard you try and milk him for his cum but, he resists. He still has other ideas in mind for how he wants this evening to go. Steeling his resolve to not fill you with his cum, he does keep you steady against his chest as you ride out your climax. Slowing his thrusts down as to not completely overwhelm you and, cooing encouragements and praise at you for how well you did, how pretty you looked and how good you were for him.

"Are you okay? Do you want to take a break?" Chan asks you softly, hands now rubbing your thighs soothingly. Once you finally start to regain the ability to formulate words you respond, "No, I don't want to stop. I have an idea actually. I want you to fuck me while I suck off Vernon." It's a desire of yours that's been building as you've watched Vernon squirm in that chair while Chan makes you take him. You want to touch Vernon, to taste him. You'd even be okay with letting him fuck you too but, you know Chan probably wouldn't be comfortable with that. Atleast for now. "That's if you're both okay with that," you add hurriedly, giving both men ample opportunity to back out. They seem to have a silent conversation with one another for a moment. Communicating through eye contact and nothing else. You try not to squirm too much on Chan's lap, his cock still very much rock hard inside of you while the two of them communicate. Finally, Chan's hands gravitate to your hips and he kisses the side of your head before say, "I'm down and something tells me Vernon is too. How do you want us, baby?"

That's how you find yourself with your face in Vernon's lap while Chan gradually fucks into you from behind. His hands holding your hips while he thrusts into you slowly. Giving you time to adjust to the new angle and focus on Vernon with minimal distractions. Vernon watches you in a mixture of fascination and shyness, your face centimetres from his still covered cock. You slowly reach for his boxers, giving him the chance to stop you if he wants to. He doesn't. You watch through half-lidded eyes how his lengthy cock smacks against his stomach, smearing pre-cum on his skin. Chan's grip on your hips tightens for a moment when you clench around him at the sight of Vernon's cock, picking up the pace behind you gradually. "Is it o-okay if I touch you now?" You ask him, hand hovering just above his cock that is flushed a rather angry looking red. "Yeah," he breathes out and, it takes everything in him not to cum on the spot when you finally do touch him. Wrapping your hand around him and stroking slowly to become accustomed to the weight of him.

Vernon is a little embarrassed at the noise he makes when you experimentally lick him, his taste a little salty but, otherwise not unpleasant. "You can touch me too, okay?" You tell him softly with a smile before easing your mouth onto his cock, feeling him pulse violently against your tongue for a few beats. Vernon's shaky hands find themselves in your hair, being careful not to tug too hard as you begin to well and truly suck him off. "You can be more rough. Not only can she take it, she loves it. Isn't that right, princess?" Chan asks you, giving your ass a harsh slap to prove his point. Your answering moan with a mouthful of Vernon's cock and attempts at nodding make Chan smirk before he focuses his attention back on making sure you're fucked thoroughly. Watching the way your pussy takes ever bit of his cock and your ass kisses his abs with ever thrust have him steadily heading towards his orgasm. Vernon isn't fairing much better. Even while partially distracted by Chan, you still try your utmost to make sure the older man is enjoying himself. Taking him as far as you can, swallowing around him and deliberately slowly easing off of him until his tip rests against your tongue once more. He thinks he might just lose his mind with how much of a tease you're being. "I- please" he begs hoarsely, grip tightening on your hair as you ease down onto his cock once again. At his plea, you meet his wild eyes, stilling your mouth momentarily while you stare at him with a glint of amusement. He knows what you want him to do and Vernon has never been too proud of a man to beg for what he wants. "Please. Please l-let me cum. Please," he whines, trying his best to stay still and behave for you.

Chan groans from behind you at how you clench around him at Vernon's words, fucking into your faster. His grip on your hip and ass bruising now. You wouldn't be surprised to find indents of his fingers on your skin when he was finished with you. Deciding to treat Vernon with a little kindness since he asked so nicely, you continue your ministrations on him. This time not slowing down or taking it easy on him in the slightest. Your bedroom filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, you gagging on Vernon's cock and the moans of pleasure from the two men.

To the surprise of everyone, Chan is the first to cum. You know before he informs you based on the way his cock pulses incessantly inside of you and he keeps you still against his hips that he's going to cum. His cum is warm and familiar inside of you and, the vibrations from your moans at being being filled up by your lovely boyfriend quickly send Vernon over the edge as well. You do appreciate his attempts in trying to warn you but, you were more than happy to swallow his cum. You try your best to swallow all of it but, there's just too much of it so bits of it dribble past your lips and down your chin. You lap at him softly until he moans from the oversensitivity so, eventually you stop and give him some time to catch his breath. Vernon watches you scoop up all his cum that made it past your lips with your fingers and push them into your mouth until they're licked completely clean.

God, you're so hot.

Chan gently eases out of you. Both of you shuddering at the feeling and, he takes a moment to admire the view of his cum leaking out of your pretty pussy. Honestly, you don't think you've felt this full of cum and well-fucked in your life. Which is really saying something because your boyfriend is an extremely thorough man when it comes to sex. Even on the verge of blacking out, you're so glad you decided to say yes to this idea.

[victoria-daydreams]

The Hare and The Tower

Chapter Nine: Most Wondrous News

AN: Happy New Year everyone! This chapter has been sitting in my drafts for a minute because I had a vision of where I wanted this to go and I got ahead of myself and wrote this but I couldn't post it yet.

Trigger Warnings: age gap, mentions of death

Word Count: 1.4k

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Summary: In the early hours of the morning, Jesmyn considers her future and asks Otto to keep a grim promise.

Chapter Ten: Leave it to The Gods

116 AC, Westeros

With tense shoulders, Jesmyn stood in front of the hearth, staring blankly into the flames ensnared by its hellish dance. The fire illuminated her face in a warm, orange glow as the soft crackling of burning wood floated into her ears. Closing her eyes, Jesmyn hoped the noise would slowly quiet the turmoil inside her head from the nightmare she had awaken from. The dark dream vividly played through her mind on repeat. Otto was still asleep in their bed, unaware she had managed to ease out of his grasp. He always protectively kept a hand on the swell of her belly when they slept.

"Wife?"

His voice pulled Jesmyn from her thoughts and she looked over her shoulder.

"Come back to bed," he said, sleep heavy in his voice. "You’ll catch a cold standing on the floor with bare feet," Otto added, his voice was gentle as he sat up in bed.

"Sleep escapes me, Husband," she informed, her tone matching his. “I cannot,” she muttered, returning her gaze back to the hearth.

Silence fell over the room. Until, she heard rustling, the sound of the thick covers from their bed being tossed aside as he got up. Wordlessly, a broad chest pressed itself against her back. The warmth of her husband’s body seeped through into her bones. Curling his arm around her waist, Jesmyn leaned back against him.

"You're cold," he murmured, moving her nightgown and robe aside to plant a warm kiss on the skin of her shoulder.

"I'm fine," Jesmyn said dismissively, and tried futilely to suppress a full body shiver that coursed through her.

"How long have you been out of bed?” he asked, tucking back her hair.

She exhaled heavily, "Awhile," Jesmyn answered, meeting his eyes. They were a hue darker from the dimness of their chambers. "I…I lost track of time," she admitted, grabbing his hand and placing it on top of her stomach.

He hummed, "Tell me what troubles your mind, my dear wife," Otto began. "So I can slay it, and bring you back to bed," he said, his thumb tracing the line of her spine.

"You’ve taken it upon yourself to become a slayer of nightmares then?" Jesmyn quipped, her eyebrows raising slightly.

"I will become whatever you need me to be, Jesmyn," Otto said softly into her ear. "A nightmare was it?" he repeated. "What happened in this nightmare?" he questioned, drawing circles on her swollen belly.

She paused briefly, "I died in childbirth," Jesmyn revealed quietly, and Otto’s body went rigid against hers.

A deafening silence swallowed the room.

"A terrifying dream," he said, finally breaking the tension. "But that’s all it was, a bad dream," he assured, his hold tightening.

Jesmyn slowly spun around, "It’s been a recurring dream, Otto," she pressed, watching his expression change. "Different ways, each dream," she continued.

Now being eight months into her pregnancy, the due date of her labors drew near and nearer. Jesmyn wanted nothing more than to feel excitement about bringing a child into the world, but as the days progressed she began to have terrifying nightmares. She found herself growing increasingly nervous and scared of having complications while on the birthing bed.

Exhaling, Otto pressed a kiss on top of her head, “Come, let’s get you off your feet,” he said, taking her hand.

He guided her to one of the nearby chairs in front of the hearth, and Jesmyn slowly lowered herself into the cushioned seat.

Otto kneeled in front of her, “We have the best maesters here at The Red Keep,” he assured, holding both of her hands. “You are in excellent hands, Jesmyn,” he said, looking up at her.

“Didn’t do much for the late Queen Aemma, did it?” she retorted bitterly.

“What happened with Queen Aemma was a tragedy,” he conceded. “But that doesn’t mean it will happen to you,” Otto said, squeezing her hands.

The comforting gesture only made her frown.

“Do you remember in the sept, when I told you about my fears of bearing a child and the labor is difficult?” Jesmyn asked.

“I do,” Otto answered, with a nod. “You feared if there was a decision to be made of your life or the baby’s, one of your then suitor’s would choose the baby’s,” he recalled.

“My aunt died that way,” Jesmyn said, her voice close to a whisper and Otto flinched. “Her death is what triggered my fear of the birthing bed,” she continued, swallowing thickly. “A terrible scene it was, the wails my father let out are seared into my head,” she continued shakily. “And the sheets…oh gods, Otto, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so drenched in red. And it was all for naught, mother and daughter dead,” she finished, her voice nearly breathless from her rising anxiety.

“Jesmyn, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know,”

She shifted uncomfortably in the seat, “Otto,” she called, slipping her hand away from his to cup his cheek.

“Yes, my love,” he answered, leaning into her touch.

“I am going to ask something of you,” she stated, her thumb running along his beard.

“Anything,” Otto responded quickly, kissing her palm.

“If there ever comes a time when you are tragically put in such a position,” she began. “Promise me, you’ll leave it to the gods,” she said, and Otto’s head snapped up.

“You’re asking me to let you die? Jesmyn, I can’t—”

“Promise me,” she repeated, her voice cracking, “Promise me, you won’t cut me open and gut me like a fish,” she said, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Otto stared at her, his eyes wide and completely lost for words. He went to rise to his feet, but Jesmyn’s fingers tightening around his and the silent pleading on her face made him stop.

He sighed heavily, “The moment your father removed your bridal cloak from you, and I placed the Hightower cloak upon your shoulders,” Otto began, his voice quivering. “Not only I did I pledge my love for you that day, I also pledged to protect you,”

She placed her hand on his face, “You are protecting me, Otto—” Jesmyn reasoned, her fingers splayed wide across his cheeks.

“I’m killing you!” he said, his voice raising slightly. “I’m killing you,” he repeated, this time whispering and pressing his forehead against her stomach.

Jesmyn’s gut wrenched as if someone had put a knife through her ribs and twisted it.

“Otto,” she called, using her thumb to softly caress his jawline. He didn’t respond, only letting out a ragged breath. “Otto, look at me,” she demanded gently.

Many seconds would pass before Otto would raise his head. His eyes glistening in the light of the fire, and Jesmyn could hardly recognize the usually proud man who was now reduced into a grief stricken one.

“Don’t make me do this, I can’t do it!” he begged brokenly.

“You would deny me my dying wish?” she asked, another tear falling from her eye.

Otto put his hand on top of her hand which cupped his cheek and firmly planted another kiss on her palm.

"It could save your life, Jesmyn," he said desperately, grabbing a hold of both her hands again. "You speak about death, but it could save you," he reasoned, bringing her knuckles to his lips.

"Or cause me unimaginable pain and suffering," she choked out. "I do not wish for your last memory of me to be of agonizing screams. It will haunt you for the rest of your days," she warned, shaking her head.

Otto dropped his head in defeat, knowing he couldn't change her mind about this. Pulling her hand up to his lips, he placed a soft kiss upon the delicate skin of her wrist.

“If this is what you want, then I will…oblige your wish,” Otto agreed, his expression solemn.

“Thank you Husband,” she whispered.

“Let’s get you back in bed,”

Grabbing Jesmyn’s hands, Otto carefully lifted her up from the chair and guided her back to their bed. Helping her onto the mattress, he adjusted her pillows allowing Jesmyn to lean back against the headboard.

“Otto,” she called, watching him settle next to her. “I want you to know, whatever happens, I love you,” Jesmyn said gently, fixing herself on her side.

Reaching out, he cradled her head and let his thumb run down her cheek.

"I love you too," he told her. “No matter what happens,” he echoed, before kissing her tenderly. His lips featherlight against hers. "Now, rest my love,” he demanded softly, his arm going around her waist.

Jesmyn’s eyes slid shut, and with her mind at ease down along Otto's warm breath fanning on the back of her neck, sleep came easy.

Chapter Eleven: Bundles of Joy

[anthropologist-on-the-loose]

Hey all. Guess what. I'm FINALLY restarting my queue after, uh, 6 months. Thanks to everyone who's stuck around in the meantime.

And for anyone who's sent me an ask or message of any sort... I'll try and get to it soon? I'm so bad it. Part of why my queue hasn't been running was because I was thinking "I should respond to those people first" but obviously that has not been working. I've gotten so out of the habit of running this blog, hopefully I can keep it going for awhile (because I really do enjoy it! as much as it might seem otherwise at times). Idk, maybe send me a reminder or something if you're really waiting for a reply.

P.S. While at times I have tried to stagger the queue to provide a nice mix of different types of post (i.e. not too many photo sets in a row, or having a brief funny post after a long heavy post), for right now I'm just clearing out my drafts and hitting the randomize button. There's also gonna be seasonal posts that are way out of season and I won't apologize for it.

[deiitsukki]

A/n:Okay this has been in my drafts since last year November, and I just stumbled and thought why not post it, and I forgot who requested this but Hi if you're reading this please reblog or comment so I'll give you a credits for requesting. so here ya go another Luffy smut cuz I love mah rubber boi s'much.

⚠️:Breast Fucking, Luffy Is a pervert, !spoiler alert!, Breast sucking, grammatical errors, a very OOC LUFFY.

Luffy×Fem!reader

Send request/ask anything

It has been two years since he last saw you, it has been two years since you guys parted and he wondered if you were alright, did good and got stronger with those past two years

He clearly remembers the terrified look on your face as you fought Bartholomew Kuma together with the members of Straw hat pirates, but you guys ended up parting each other and was bought to who knows where.

He feels so guilty about not being able to protect and save you 'His First Lady' as to what he calls you, but sooner later after the tragic death of his brother he realized that maybe it must be destined to you guys will part for awhile so you guys could rest and be prepared for the next adventures you and his nakama will experience in the future

And so He promises to himself that he will create a new generation for pirates and to get stronger and stronger as days passed until he surpasses everyone who is stronger than the strongest man. He crossed out the plan about After three Days You and his nakama will meet again instead The straw hats will not meet after three days but two years.

Two years have gone by and he's finally gonna meet you and his nakama. They're on their way to where the sunny is with chopper who came to pick them up with a strange bird with Zoro and Sanji behind him who Luffy met few minutes ago when he was trying to escape that audience he managed to gather.

He was finally able to spot the Thousand sunny his nakamas and you, the second he laid his owlish eyes in your figure his mind stopped working for a second as he tried to contemplate about the sight of you, you are so beautiful, so fucking beautiful he thought

The way the simple white bikini haltered top with lace strap and the low waist long skirt with slit to the side exposed and hugged the curves of your magnificent body, you look so stunning those are the words that came to his mind as he examined you more

Your body curves and hourglass have become more pronounced. You've become slightly taller, your hair becomes wavy andhas grown that it reaches your lower back, the warmth of your eyes already coming out as it become slightly droopy and your eyelashes has become more curlier. And Your breast goddamn he thought They have gotten much larger and Rounder as they were two years ago, you look so strong now compared back then.

He can't help but think about the perverted things he wanted to do to you. Sure he have seen a female's naked body before(I was talking about that one scene with Hancock.) But they weren't like yours, they don't make him hard the way your body does.

As they finally landed on the ship's deck safely the first thing that greets Luffy was his nakamas happy face, they looked so strong he thought. You came into his view and run to him with open arms, you jumped at him hugging him tightly telling him you missed him so much, the first this he came to face with when you jumped at Him for a hug

The first he came to face with was your breast he was squeezed in between your breast and he secretly thanked whoever the god is because fucking hell your breast is so soft he wanted to squeeze it,suck it and maybe leave a few marks? Who knows. and you smells so good. So intoxicating

He can't wait until you guys are at your shared bedroom that he surely will show you how much he misses you and that he was still in love with you after two years. As you guys were leaving sabaody for your new adventure to the new world he can feel his pants tightening at the mere sight of you . You looked so fucking gorgeous. So so fucking gorgeous.

As he was walking to your guys shared cabin he can hear you humming a tune. He exucused himself to nami and everyone faking a yawn and telling them that he needs to take a nap and that travelling from one island to another tires him out when really he saw you earlier going to your shared cabin because you've got nothing to do and it takes long hours or maybe days before reaching your guys first destination after two years

He opened the door and saw you sitting on yours and his shared bed with your back leaning on the headboard of the bed, you were reading some book from the island Bartholomew Kuma sent you, a kind old lady gave it to you saying she used to read it when she was a kid.

You noticed him standing in the doorway and you smiled at him muttering a small 'Hi' as you closed the book you were reading, he returned the smile and closed the door behind him, he slowly walked to you without any word and stared at your as he stopped in front of you and you gave him a small space for him to sit beside you, he took a seat beside you still staring at your eyes your smiled never left as you asked what's wrong but he answered it with a small chuckle and "Nothing"

You found his quietness strange because he was never a quiet person as you were sure that the whole grand line heard his "I'm Gonna be a pirate king" catchphrase. You were about to ask him what's up with him being quiet when he suddenly attacked your lips and groped one of your breast

You can't help but moan at roughness of his lips and the way he grope one of your tits, he take this as an advantage to pushed his toungue inside of your mouth, toungue to toungue fight now both of his hands are now on your breast

You broke the kiss for air but his hands remained on both of your tits still groping and squeezing them, he looked at you big owl eyes with nothing but lust.

"I missed you my lady" he said as he stands up quickly putting both of his legs in your side

"I missed you too Luffy but-" you replied but was cut off

"But what? You don't want me to show you much I missed you?" He said puppy dog eyes and with pout on his face

"But the others- they're outside, Luffy we can't-" you tried to reason but he cut you off again

"We can if you're not gonna be loud. So try not to be loud for me yeah?" He asked but he didn't wait for you to answer as he starts stripping you by slowly brushing his fingers into the strap of your white haltered top, he slowly took your top off and next thing you was that you're half naked Infront of him. He grabs both of your hands with both of his hands and slowly brought them to the side of your head

He slowly lowered his head to suck at your hardened nipple, you moaned at the sudden contact of his toungue on your nipples, his toungue swirlled at your breast also not leaving the other one as he exchanged from the other one to the other one, you tried to stop your moans and whines but failed to do so because it has been two years since you felt his toungue on your tits

He sucked the underpart of your left tits it surely did left a deep purple mark there, he rises his head as he lets go of your hands that was pinned in the sides of your head, he gesture you to squeeze your tits together and he told you to not let them go until he says so.

He slowly unzipped his pants freeing his hardened member with a leaking pre cum, he pumps it looking directly into your eyes

"Like it?" He asked with a smirk and you can't help but blushed and feel more wetter as you saw his cock, you were already wet from what he did earlier but seeing his cock again just makes you feel something

He then slowly slide it in between your squeezed breast and both of you moaned at the friction, your tits were so warm he thought, so soft, he then looked at your desperate expression. You were pleading for him to go faster

"Ugh! Luffy please- ngh- please Luffy!" You whined and he can't help but feel pride about the effect he have on you

"Please what My lady? Say it. Y'know when the king's lady needs something the king needs to hear it coming from his own lady-" he said in between pants and heavy breath "So what is it my lady? What do you want?" He continued and you can feel the smirk on his voice.

"Please fuck me-ugh- I've missed you so much!" You light screamed as you arched your back feeling his cock getting more hard on your breast, he chuckled and pick up the pace of his dick

He can feel himself shakes and getting more turned on as he saw your eyes rolled to the back of your head he moaned loudly but not loud enough for the crew to hear but for you to hear that he enjoys what the two of you were doing right now as he shoots his hot cum on your face.

He tried to steady his breathe as beads of sweats starts to form on both of your guy's face, he looked at you admiring you cute fucked up expression.

He liked- no he loved the effect he had on you, you were so desperate for him. You were so little when he hovers above you. When you were under him, writhing, moaning, whining and pleading for him to destroy you.

You look so ravishing. So stunning and gorgeous and if this is the only way to tell you that he missed you so much after two years, then he'll gladly do it everyday.

Afterall you missed him too right?

[theblueskyphoenix]

Hi and welcome to a huge backlog of sketches and concept art I’ve have on the computer for awhile that I decided to finally post in one big sketch dump.

So I have fun little thing known as Court of the King where each of the protagonists get to interact with each other through magic reasons. In this said thing, most of the protagonists have grown up and some even have families. With all this in mind, let’s get on with explaining Fusion King Judai.

Judai at this point in his life has been able to move on from what happened during the events of GX. Took a bit of soul searching and therapy but he’s a lot happier now and is content with himself. So much so, he’s now actually teaching others how to duel at his own little set up known as the Duel Lodge. A place for others like him that are Duel Spirit sensitive or are kind of out casts. All are welcome at his humble abode. 

Another thing he has worked out is his relationship with Yubel. The two are pretty chill with each other and are a pretty good team  now. Yubel can even shift forms now at will. Comes in handy with not scaring people off, and blending in better. Bottom line, Yubel is more chill now and only really starts to get unhinged if you try to harm Judai or his family.

Speaking of, another thing Judai has got going for him is his family. After his long journey of soul searching, Judai returned to reunite with his friends to mend some fences... and with Asuka in particular, rekindle a relationship. Which eventually bloomed into a proper romance to eventually marrying her. Leading to them have their two sons, Kichiro Yuki and Raiden Yuki. 

As far as Judai is concerned, his life going pretty good for him. He went through a lot but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

And that’s basically all there is to it for Fusion King. Now as for what we see here.

Concept art for his final draft and initial draft as Fusion King. First try I wasn’t too pleased with. Felt it wasn’t really flowing all the well design wise. So tried again and well, much happier with him having a longer coat. A nice blend of Supreme King and his old school jacket. Really wanted to show how he basically came to terms with everything. 

Supreme King slight redesign. Nothing major just minor tweaks. Mainly changing the helmet design and re-arranging some of the spikes. Judai can actually take this form if he wishes but it’s rare that he does.

Asuka concept art. Blend of her look from ARC-V and her GX design. She’s a teacher at the academy so gotta look the part.

We got the Yuki boys, Kichiro and Raiden. Both are adorable and precious. Kichiro has his dad’s old jacket and wears it proudly. Raiden isn’t really looking to duel, he’s more into soccer so hence the soccer get up. He’s still a good boy.

Spooky, who is Kichiro’s Duel Spirit companion. He’s a spooky moth kuribo and he wants candy! 

Yubel’s different forms. As stated above Yubel has chilled out so it has allowed some new abilities to come through. Especially for not scaring the boys. (Which Yubel is uber protect of.)

Judai, Yubel and Pharaoh while they were still traveling. (Back before I redesigned Judai so we have the old design of Fusion King.) 

Johan, Cho and Hayato as adults. Johan also did some traveling like Judai but has since settled down and is a pro-duelist. (He has a family of his own to tend too.) Cho and Hayato both work for Industrial Illusion. Cho making model kits of monsters and Hayato being a lead artist of duel monster cards.

Line of the Yuki family all together, ages and heights included. 

And to close out, a sweet little doodle of Judai holding a baby Kichiro.

And that’s it. =D Hope you all enjoy. 

Now I need to work on my other info dumps for this Court of the Kings thing. 

Stay tuned.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

🥶 with Mario bros for the drabble prompt if you fancy it?:)

Sorry this one took so long! I was planning on posting this a while ago, but it ended up in my drafts, and I didn't realize it till this morning 🙃 😅

🥶 Cold

Writing prompts

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"Lu."

"Shush it, Mario."

"Luigi..."

"Stop it."

"Come on, man. I can see you shivering from way over here!"

For some reason, his brother was acting more stubborn than usual today. The two were visiting their family for the holiday, and that it had been awhile since they've gone back to Brooklyn for anything other than a quick repair job or wanting to meet with their ever growing fans.

Unfortunately, the moment they decided to spend a full week at home was also when Mother Nature decided to launch the entire state in a bad snow front, meaning that even though they didn't get alot of snow, the temperature outside was cold as artic and everyone was bundled up to conserve whatever body heat they had left.

That is except for Luigi, who thought it was fine just wearing one thin jacket and only having his hoodie up over his head. No gloves, no ear muffs, not even a scarf!

And the guy wasn't allowing him to even offer any of the ones that he has. Not that either of them would back down anyway.

"I s-said I'm f-f-fine!" Luigi's teeth audible chattered, and he tried to look angry at his brother, who only looked back at him with an expressionless face.

"Wow, yeah, very convincing there, Lu." He rolled his eyes and raised his brow as Luigi matched his eye roll.

"Geez, we're almost at Ma and Pop's anyway, it's not that big of a deal."

'You say that now, but you'll regret it in the morning when you catch a cold....'

He finally put his foot down, without trying to slip on a patch of ice he was standing on. "Okay, look, you're either gonna share this jacket with me, or I'm going to have to force you to wear it. And you and I both know that'll end quickly."

He watched his brother pause in his walk, wrapping his arms tighter around his body, whether to keep himself warm or a last act of stubbornness melting away was his best guess.

"If you're making up your mind, hurry it up cause I'm freezing my butt off right now." He tapped his foot impatiently as he motioned the flap of his coat out to him, trying to ignore the brisk cold air now hitting his chest.

Luigi had finally turned around. His face was unreadable as he trudged his feet against the frozen sidewalk and scuttled into the left side of Mario's winter coat. He had to kneel down a bit so the two were at equal height, but from the way he was shivering, he had confirmed that the testa dura was acting like this for no reason.

"Wipe that grin off your face, Mario." He heard Luigi mumble as they walked a steady pace across the pavement. "You don't have to rub it in."

"Oh, I know I don't to, you've just proved how damn stubborn you are when you need to admit when you're wrong."

"Shut up."

"Nope."

*testa dura- hard head(ed)

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising AU is back baby!!!!

It’s finally here! The good news is that this whole first part of The Dark Kingdom Rising is basically complete! There are a few future chapters that I need to finish, but they all have an outline so when it’s time to post them they should be done! There are a total of 40 chapters in this first part and I will be posting chapters every Friday. I plan to keep this series at a mature rating and will have separate chapters for explicit stuff. That being said, this story will deal with subjects such as age difference, coercion, bribery, PTSD, familial abuse, implied sexual content, sexual tension, swearing, violence, death, and other pretty heavy stuff. I will tag the chapters as best I can to try and help people be aware of what each chapter will hold.

The second part of this fic is still in a very rough draft format and it may be another year or more until I start posting that. We will see how the next year of my life goes.

Time to thank everyone who helped me make this possible!!!

First of all, thank you to my husband who attentively listens to me talk about Tangled the Series all the time even though he’s not into the fandom at all. (But by now he basically is haha.)

Second, a big thank you to @pennumbra who has been talking and discussing Tangled stuff with me for awhile now. She’s helped me in making my crazy ideas more coherent.

Third is to @batata-doce-com-farofa for beta reading a lot of my chapters. Thank you!

Next is to my brothers, one of which is @odsttrooper, who helped me with idea for my villain and, like my husband, listening to me ramble about Tangled the Series. Special shoutout to my other friends on Tumblr that have discussed ideas with me! @xannerz, @th3p0rtalmaker, and @nerdasaurus1200.

[trixree]

Heyyyy, I'm new here can I ask about the Fledgling fic? oWo

Per my last post, I'm catching up on old Asks, AO3 comments, and messages received during my hiatus! (Psst, go do my Fanfic Poll) I started writing Fledgling because I craved more One Piece kid fic but was struggling to find ones that scratched the itch. I also have had parrots my whole life, so doing something with some sort of bird devil fruit made intuitive sense to me. My birds are my kiddos, so birds = babies. I'll admit that I did lose steam on it after awhile (especially cause it's one of my lowest engagement fics, which is a given because of the genre I guess) but a complete outline DOES indeed exist somewhere in the depths of my Google Drive and I can see myself returning to it someday. I planned to end the story with the crew's reunion on Saobody.

Here's a bit of the existing draft for chapter 6:

Tori is slow to calm. It takes nearly twenty minutes between the two of them to wind her down so that those awful, aching sobs transform into tiny little hiccups. This, too, is familiar to Sanji—the patience that a slow-to-calm child requires. Hell, even now, Sanji is talented at winding himself back up just when he’s started to mellow out again, just by getting stuck on the wrong thought at the wrong time. So, he holds her while Zoro pays painstaking attention to every single feather in her wings, gathering the oil that lives near the base of each pin and working the bristles with just the right pressure. 

And Tori hiccups. And she cries. And she begs them not to give her up. Asks them both, again and again, if she can stay if she’s good enough, and each time, the two of them reply with unwavering conviction. 

“You’re nakama.” 

“You’re not going anywhere without us.” 

“We won’t give you up.” 

And eventually, she tires herself out. 

“Let me take her,” Zoro whispers after the quiet sound of her (finally) steady breathing lasts for more than five minutes. 

“It’s okay, I—”

“Cook, you’re exhausted,” Zoro says. For once, it doesn’t feel like an insult or a jab. He is exhausted. Has been since the whole mess with the admiral. He was exhausted through dinner, exhausted while cleaning up afterwards, and exhausted when Tori rushed in, needing them both so desperately. 

Sanji sighs. “Yeah, alright.” Carefully, he transfers her over into Zoro’s waiting arms. 

By necessity, they go slowly, careful to jostle her as little as possible, and Sanji—well, he’s not sure he’s ever been this close to Zoro for this long, before. They’re standing close enough that Sanji can discern every individual eyelash on the other’s startlingly handsome face—and it really is startling.

Peripherally, Sanji is always aware of Zoro’s attractiveness. He’d have to be blind not to be. (Or so he tells himself. Because it isn’t wrong to have eyes, is it? The wrongness is in the wanting, and Sanji does not want. He just has an aesthetic appreciation for the masculine, that’s all. And Zoro certainly is masculine, if nothing else.) 

But to be so close—to be able to study all the little silvery scars that adorn his cheeks, the sharpness of his jaw, the slight bump to his otherwise perfectly sharp nose that betrays a past break, the color and shape of his lips—and to confront all that without the background noise of a meal to prepare, an enemy to defeat, a country to save… is startling. 

His arms were meant for this, Sanji realizes suddenly, watching him cradle Tori’s sleeping form close to that broad, rock-solid chest. 

“You need to sleep,” Zoro suddenly says, breaking whatever strange trance had fallen over Sanji instantly. 

Blushing furiously, Sanji scrubs both hands roughly across his face. “Yeah, sure. I’ve got a—” he gestures vaguely to the storage closet where he keeps an extra futon for late nights just like this, “—so I’ll just…” 

Zoro nods, never once looking up from Tori’s sleeping, tear-blotched face. 

“She’ll be alright,” tumbles out of his mouth. Zoro blinks at him, considering, and Sanji winces at his presumption. “I just—she’s resilient. It’s like Usopp said. Kids carry things differently. She’ll wake up tomorrow and… and be just fine,” he finishes, lamely. 

“I know.” And oh. This is not a voice that Sanji has heard before. Zoro’s baritone is nothing but a deep rumble in his chest in the still quiet of the night. (A knee-jerk reaction, Sanji wonders what it must feel like to Tori, to be pressed against that chest, feeling the vibration of those words and—)

“Right,” Sanji finishes, lamely. He turns his attention to Tori once more, brushing some stray tight curls out of her face and pressing a small kiss against her forehead, pointedly refusing to catch Zoro’s eyes as he pulls away. “Goodnight,” he offers lastly, with a tired smile. 

“Yeah. Goodnight, Sanji.” 

It is only when he’s on the cusp of sleep that Sanji realizes: Zoro had said his name.

[zorlok-if]

Dev Log — Sept 2nd

Hello everyone! 😊

It's been (checks notes) awhile, but I hope that you're all doing well. Quite a lot has happened since my last dev log, much of which really took a toll on my mental health and exacerbated some preexisting stuff. That sent me into a bad, lonely place for a bit but I finally got things back under control and felt like I was setting myself up for success, and then I got Covid. So, for the past five days I've mostly just been napping and sniffling, trying to get through isolation. I don't have a good transition, so... Update!

Zorlok Progress

Current word count for Chapter 1 is over 30,000 words. I wrote maybe 4,000 of those in the past two weeks (that is 100% an educated guess, but I think it's pretty accurate)

Wrote and began coding Dev's introduction along with planning for the second combat sequence in Chapter 1

Got first drafts done for what I'm calling "the chaotic break-in scene"—both variations of it, the "attic" path and the "turtle kid" path

Wrote several codex entries

Got the two new music tracks integrated perfectly. Check them out here: Schoolyard Spy and This Thing Crawling Inside both by Darren Curtis who created all of the music featured in Zorlok (now I just need to choose a combat track)

Figured out how to combine the game files with Tweego thanks to this tutorial

Finished implementing the prologue skip function (just skips the first two scenes, brings you to the summoning scene)

Added a "Limit graphic descriptions" switch to the Settings which (when enabled) makes descriptions of violence, body horror, gore, etc. shorter/less vivid; but that's something I'm considering "in testing" at this point

Next Goals

Finish rewriting the contract scene

Continue working on Chapter 1

Main Posts

This amazing art of EJ and Dev by @enspey

First choice of Chapter 1

Another Dev excerpt (kinda spicy)

This fun post about the Zorlok playlists

A recommended tag and another short story if you've been missing my content

A question about a possible feature

A vague update on my mental health

Other Stuff

Nothing. I'm just trying to do my homework and get over this illness

Oh, I did go a bit feral with the most recent D20 episode over on my main account. If you want to check that out, head over to @gamesbyalbie

That's all I can think of. Thanks as always for reading this and supporting this project (it means the world to me). Hope you have a good weekend!

- Albie 😊

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[marvelcriminalhoe]

The Great War

Chapter One: Pirates

Steve Rogers x Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU

My knuckles were bruised like violets • Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked • Spineless in my tomb of silence • Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

TGW Masterlist

AN: Slow updates for this but here is chapter one. I have been writing A LOT over on wattpad (Have three stories going. Yeesh.) right now there’s a lot of personal stuff going on so all my stories are slow updates. This has been in my drafts for awhile though so thought I would finally get it posted.

Word Count: 2,316

Story Warnings: Zombies. Blood. Gore. What do you expect in a dystopian world. Strong language. Eventual smut. Could contain heavy content or topics, read at your own caution.

Summary: Some called it the end of time, others the zombie apocalypse, but most people called it The Great War— the living vs the dead. At first, that’s how it was split, only two sides fighting. But as the years drew on, the lines began to blur and the world became even more dangerous. When a new group makes itself known in your area, it’s your job to decide if they can be trusted or not. Especially when tragedy seems to strike and a fight against more than just the walkers is on the horizon.

The sound of dripping water echos through the destroyed pharmacy. It’s the only sound outside the quiet shuffle through the practically barren shelves of your search team. This is the only pharmacy within fifteen miles of your camp, and you know this is the last run you’ll be able to make here, having to go farther out the next time. The thought sets you on edge. The farther the runs the riskier they are. But you do what you have to do.

Your camp has rules, especially on runs, only take what you need, don’t horde, and don’t make noise unless absolutely necessary, the walkers are attracted to the noise. You know most people, especially now, take everything and anything they can. But your camp still believes in the laws of humanity. The laws set in place during the beginning of the pandemic. 

1. Water and shelter should be your main priority. 

2. Don’t horde supplies, everyone needs something. 

3. Don’t fight them unless absolutely necessary. 

And the last one, maybe the most important, 4. Do what you need to survive.

The world changed a lot in the beginning. Food, water, and medicine flying off the the shelves faster than demand warranted. This led to the rise of outbreaks as more and more people went looking for supplies, it also led to the start of fights against each other. As time went on, the pandemic turning into an apocalyptic situation, the Great War started and it only got more out of control. Places that were meant to be safe zones got ransacked by pirates, men that wanted to horde and control everything. More and more places became unlivable, making more and more people victims to the walkers. 

Splitting up into smaller groups seemed to be the best option, not trusting outsiders. Your camp was more likely to survive that way. But small numbers could lead to dangerous situations if a walker pack found you. Advantage in numbers always meant more in the end.

Your camp is fairly decent in size. Stationed at an old school, it has plenty of room, buildings, and space. A nice twelve foot fence sits around it, and multiple wooden towers were built for look outs. You have great room for a garden during the spring and summer months. Even growing a few veggies during the fall to stalk up for winter. The school had some Ag barns available too, giving you place for a few cows and goats. You have a couple horses to help around camp too. It’s a nice camp, probably one of the nicest, not that you have a lot to compare it to though.

Your family was one of the first with the camp, helping build it to what it is now only a year into the war. Though just a year later, you were overrun by pirates and almost lost the whole thing. They had disguised themselves as refugees claiming to need safety, to want a home. They used the woman and children within their group to their advantage, but just as you all had let your guard down, letting them into your camp, trusting them, treating them as friends and comrades, they turned on you. 

You lost a lot of good people that night, your father included. He was the only family you had, surviving for that long, only to die at the hands of greedy men. It sickened you. Most of the people left were in the same boat as you, losing family, friends. Left broken by the devastation of not only what life is now, but the grief of never getting it back. When you were able to banned together again, start rebuilding, most turned too you for direction, which lead to you taking on more and more responsibility as time went on. You were able to build up the school again, and now, two years after the initial mutiny you suffered, the basecamp is better than before.

Peter, the other lookout partner in front of the pharmacy, turns to look at you, whispering out and drawing you from your mind, “Do you see that?”

You look out the windows, following his gaze, and see a small movement of a shadow across the way. “Guys let’s hurry it up, we could have company.” You tell the two in the back going through the aisles looking for supplies. 

“Friendlies?” One calls back, making you whisper under your breath as you see more movement, “they’re never friendly.” 

You make sure your gun is loaded before bringing the butt of it up to your shoulder, looking through the scope with your right eye. You can tell immediately that they aren’t walkers, just by how they carry themselves. But there are at least 4 that you can see, all together, which puts you on edge. 

“Alex, hurry it up.” You yell when you see where they’re direction is headed, “We got maybe four minutes before they come in here.”

It takes two more minutes before Alex and Miles finish grabbing the supplies they can find, coming to stand by you and Peter. 

“Is there a back way out of this place?” Miles questions, and you have to sigh, knowing there is, but it’s a longer stretch to get back to the bikes, “Alright, stick close, we don’t need anything to draw attention to our location. I don’t think they know we’re here. Let’s keep it that way.”

You receive three nods from the teenage boys. They might still be young, but they’re the best when it comes to runs, fast and efficient. All of them alone like you after the betrayal. 

At first, when they sort of stuck to you like small ducklings, you found them extremely annoying. Especially when they would beg day after day to get to go on runs and be part of the scout teams. Some days you still find them annoying, but they’ve turned into little brothers to you, and they’ve proven themselves ten fold in their duties. 

The three of you sneak out the back way through the broken door, trying not to step on all the glass and debris around. Going this way, your forced to walk two extra blocks to make it back to the bikes, but when you get into view of them, your happy you had to go this way, as there’s extra coverage than the front offered. 

You put your hand up, stopping the boys behind you as you spot the two men at your bikes. Their weapons are by their sides, hanging off their shoulders as the look the bikes over. You put your finger to your lips before gesturing with your hands how you want the boys to approach, lifting up your gun as they do the same. You flip the safety off. 

“On your knees.” You make your presence known with a gun to the blonde mans back. He puts his hands up, as the other man reaches for his gun, being stopped by Peter, “Don’t even think about it.”

“We don’t want any trouble.” The blond man says as he slowly turns around to face you, you take a step back in case he makes a move for your gun. He’s a lot bigger than you, probably stronger. He stands at at-least 6’5, arms and legs fully muscled. His broad shoulders are strained as he understands him and his buddy are out numbered when Alex and Miles make their appearance. He’s more of a dirty blonde now that you can see him closer, face full of a beard. He has small scars on his face, as most people do now a days from such harsh living, and his eyes are blue, dark like the night sky. 

“So you’ll have no problem getting on your knees then.” Your shrug nonchalantly, face stoic as you keep your gun trained on him, target locked right where his heart should be. You aren't taking any chances, you don't know these strangers. You don’t trust them. 

“Okay.” He gestures with one hand for his buddy to follow his lead, getting on his knees. His friend follows him down, but with a dirty glare on his face. 

“You bandits?” The black haired man spits out, and you roll your eyes at his accusation, considering they were the ones looking at your bikes, “No, just people that don't like strangers touching their bikes.” You gesture with your chin for Alex and Miles to get on one of the bikes, waiting until Peter gets on the other one before climbing on behind him, gun still pointed just in case. 

“We didn’t know they were anyones.” The blonde man reasons as he starts to put his hands down. He watches the four of you curiously and you don’t like that he's studying you. “We wouldn't have come near them if we knew they were someones.” “Right.” Miles scoffs, and you send him a look. Don’t antagonize the very big men, Miles. The teenager just starts up the bike, Peter doing the same. you don’t lower your gun until Peter starts to drive away, trowing it over your shoulders as your arms move wrap around his waist. 

Looking back over your shoulder, you make out that the two men are no longer alone, four new bodies beside theirs, all watching the bikes drive away. You recognize one of them, the short blonde girl, and you realize she was one of the people you saw in the scope back at the pharmacy. 

You face forward again, an uneasy feeling in your stomach that you were never really outnumbering the men. Your stomach churns more at the thought that this might not be the last time you see them. 

“How’d you do?” Jean, one of the nurses at the compound, ask as you and the boys place the medical supplies on the table in the lab room. Alex starts to fill her in on what items you were able to acquire as you instruct Peter and Miles to take the food bags to the cafeteria for distribution. 

You don’t usually make it a habit to do consecutive runs together— food, pharmacy, and base supplies— but you knew this could very well be the last run in that area and wanted to take advantage of it.

“Any problems?” Logan questions you as you put the gun over your shoulder on the table beside him. Logan is fairly older than you, having been in his forties when the outbreak started. He lost his wife and daughter in the beginning before making his way north, running into you and your dad. You traveled to the school together, making it what it is now. He was there for you when your dad passed. You don’t trust anyone as much as you trust Logan.

Logan was in the army before the world ended, having knowledge of tactics and weaponry and all the scars to prove it. His wisdom is beneficial and he's usually the one to train the recruits and over see scouting duty stations and scheduling. 

“Yeah.” You shrug, but he can see your jaw clenched, rising a brow and waiting for you to explain whatever it is that’s plaguing your mind, “We had a small run in with some others but nothing serious.” “But you’re worried.” He summarizes, being able to read you like a book after all these years, “You think they’re pirates?” 

“Dont know.” You shake your head, running a hand over your forehead, “But I don’t think we’ve seen the last of them.” “I don’t know of another camp this far North.” 

And you sigh, because you haven't either, “Thats what I’m afraid off. They're either new, which is entirely plausible, or they’re travelers.” 

“Either one could be a problem.” Logan nods, his mindset the same as yours. 

Whoever they are, you hope they stay far away. 

“You boys alright?” Nat questions Steve and Bucky as her, Yelena, Sam, and Clint make their way over to the two men. 

Bucky scoffs, “You could have come out, what if they had shot us?”

“If they knew they were outnumbered it could have spooked them.” Nat rolls her eyes at the man, “We don’t want unnecessary fights, remember?” 

Steve nods to the girl, “You did the right thing.” “Who do you think they were?” Yelena questions as she watches the bikes disappear. 

“Pirates.” Bucky spits out, venom lacing his voice, but Steve shakes his head, hands on his hips as he watches the now empty street where the bikes once were, “Nah, I don’t think so.”

“Yeah, they were too clean to be pirates. Young too.” Sam agrees. 

Bucky frowns, “The girl was older though, at least in her 20s.”

“Think they have a camp here? Or it’s just them?” Nat asks. 

“Did you see their bags? They were gathering supplies. This was a run for them. They’re probably part of a camp.”

“I didn’t know there was a safe zone this far north?” Yelena’s eyebrows furrow as she tries to think, “I thought the closest one was like 200 klicks from here?” 

“Maybe it’s not a safe zone.” Nat remarks, “Just a small camp.”

Clint nods, before tilting his head, “Maybe. But the stores were basically wiped clean, we got a few things but not much. Wonder how they did.”

“They didn't take everything? They had to have been in there before you guys.” Bucky observes. 

Clint shrugs, “If they were, they didn’t take all that was left.” 

Steve turns over to his best friend, giving him a pointed look, “Doesn’t seem like pirate behavior to me.” 

Sam sighs, “Whoever they were, they’re gone now. And we should get going too. It’ll be dark soon, we need to get back to the others.” 

Steve nods as the six of them start making it back to they’re set up for the night, his mind set on the woman with the gun pointed at him, wondering who she is, and how she's managed to survive this long with three teenagers. 

Maybe they're wrong and there is a safe haven near by. Maybe they don’t have to try and travel another 130 miles before reaching a proper shelter. 

Its a dream, Steve knows that. The likelihood of that being true is slim. But the longer they're traveling, the harder its becoming, and the more restless they all become, especially the kids. He just wants his people, his family, to be safe. 

As safe as they can be that is. 

[alexandra-emerson]

WIP Tag

Thanks for the tag @myst867. I'm a one WIP at a time writer, and my writing lately has been focused on original works, so this is going to be a little boring.

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

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Titles

Enchanted Fable - This is my first shot at romantasy and is book 1 of 2. It has wizards (but they're called mystics), an enemies to lovers thing going on, and pages and pages and pages of banter.

Nothing Gold Can Stay - This is a Dramione I'm planning for the Cry Me a River Fest. I'm hoping to finish draft one of 'Enchanted Fable' first, but with the deadline for the fest creeping up, I may need to start writing this one.

That's all I've got. I can barely manage two things in my head at a time. I don't know how you all do five!

Scene

The end!! I just finished writing the big 'they get together' scene I had been planning for months and months. Once I got past that, the ending finally revealed itself to me. So now I have about five chapters to write and I'm just hoping to get this damn thing done.

The beginning! Haha. I really really need to start this and get at least the first chapter posted. And as I write, I hope details about the story, like characterizations and overall tone just come to me. I haven't done that much planning on this one.

Poll

No way I'm writing a poll. You all will just tell me to give up on this OW stuff and start writing fic again please. 😂

Tags

I've seen this one going around for awhile and I think it already made it to all of my friends. If you see this and want to play, please just consider this your tag and do so! I'd love to see what everyone is working on.

[im-poe-dameron]

GHOST OF A FATHER

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since last august, but finally i managed to churn out the last hundred words. i don't even know if it's good or if it makes any sense at all, but i had to write it. it's been awhile since i've posted anything canon mando and of course i had to go for absolute angst. enjoy!

summary: there's a legend told about a mandalorian who chose to protect his child.

word count: 3.3k+

pairing: din djarin x reader (no romance just strangers)

warnings: angst upon angst upon angst, most likely continuity errors.

“Where did you say we were supposed to end up?” Finn asked, leaping down from the rock you were standing on.

“They didn’t,” Rey said, coming up behind you—pushing her hood down far enough to see where you had in fact ended up.

When you received a transmission telling you to come to the planet Mantessa you weren’t sure what to expect. There had been no sign off, no way to tell that this was a legitimate message, but something told you to go. That to ignore this would be proven as a mistake later on. You were told that it was a waste of time to go and there wasn’t much to refute that statement, yet there you were. Standing amidst the trees on the very planet you were told to come to.

In your mind you figured you were going to come across a young Force sensitive—perhaps a child in need of training. It’s what drew you in to begin with; the prospect of finally training someone on your own. Passing down a piece of knowledge that had been given to you. Yet there was no one to be seen for miles. You landed three days ago and after having wandered through what seemed like an endless jungle, you were beginning to doubt that anybody actually inhabited this planet to begin with.

“We should just go back,” Finn said, following you as you began to hike up a different trail. “It’ll be safer that way. Contact Poe and let him know we’re returning to the ship.”

“I didn’t come here to leave without knowing why.” You glanced up towards the trees, wondering what on earth was so special about this place to begin with. Sunlight could barely come through the area due to the overgrowth of forage. “Besides—Poe followed us up here.”

Finn scoffed. “No he didn’t.”

“You can ask him yourself.”

Movement in the trees echoed around you, followed by a certain pilot letting out a cuss as he nearly tripped over the roots. You had wondered when he’d follow the three of you up here—having gotten tired of waiting around. After all, it had been awhile since the four of you embarked on such a mission. Especially after what happened at the battle that defeated The First Order for good.

Funny to think that nearly an entire decade had passed since then and there you were, a fully trained Jedi soon to be master, helping Finn and Rey go in search of others. Life had become...peaceful. Serene enough to nearly seem like a dream in the end and yet there you were standing amidst the trees, no worries in sight. Other than the main one at hand. Who were you looking for?

“You followed us?” Rey asked, a smile on her face as she leaned against the rock.

Poe shrugged. “I got bored.”

“Should have brought your son to help us.”

He huffed out a laugh. “You and I both know he isn’t interested in becoming a pilot. I’m starting to wonder if he’s actually my son.”

Tuning out their conversation you began to walk further up the ridge, feeling something tug in the base of your chest. A feeling you hadn’t felt in what seemed like years. You knew this place—had seen it somewhere a long time ago, possibly in a dream—yet you couldn’t quite make out why. What had been so important about this place for you to dream of it that long ago? Before you were tasked with coming here.

“This way,” you said softly, pressing your palm into the tree before you. The tug in your chest becoming stronger with every passing second. You knew what lay before you, knew where to go and without questioning yourself further you began to head through the trees.

“How do you know?” Poe asked behind you, grumbling about how he wasn’t cut out for missions anymore.

You smiled, already knowing he’d hate your answer and chose not to respond. Most Jedi went off feeling alone when going in search of Force sensitives, but if you were lucky you’d manage to have contact long before then. Before any of this. They didn’t question you further thankfully, and instead began to trek after you—the sounds of the forest much louder than before. As if they were warning someone you were coming; nature working together to keep itself protected against those that didn’t belong.

“Have you heard the stories about this place?” Rey asked.

“Stories?”

She nodded, pausing to glance down at the floor as a tremble passed beneath her. “They say the forest is haunted.”

You chuckled, turning away to continue on your way. “They probably say it to keep people away from it. A trick.”

“Haunted...by who?” Finn inquired, catching up with you.

“Nobody knows for sure. The stories change every time. Last I heard it was a Jedi who haunts this place after having had a gruesome death, but there’s another legend that says someone else resides here. Looking over the forest and its people.”

“Don’t tell me it’s a war hero,” you said, glancing over at Poe who hung off her every word. He wasn’t one to mess with the supernatural, especially when it came to ghosts in forests.

You could recall the mission that landed him stuck in a Jedi temple for four days being surrounded by the Force ghosts of other Jedi. Some he couldn’t see, but still felt and after you managed to find him he was ready to leave the planet and never return. For good. Finn had been right there with him the entire time in an attempt to reassure him that whoever haunted the building wasn’t there to harm him.

The confirmation that they were real only made him want to leave more.

“No, apparently it’s a Mandalorian.”

Far more ridiculous than the tale about the Jedi living here. Even you knew that Mandalorians were unable to come back through the Force unless they were sensitive to it themselves. Choosing to remain silent on the matter altogether you continued on your way, stepping over vines and roots so as not to fall on your face. The terrain was rougher than you expected, but the four of you had survived much worse. What was spending a few days in the forest going to do?

“There are no more Mandalorians,” you called over your shoulder. “As far as I know the last one was found on Tatooine.”

“I know all about the last King of Tatooine,” she said. “I’m talking about this one. The one who protected a Force sensitive child before The First Order ever came to be created.”

You froze, the tug in your chest almost painful as soon as the words left her mouth, because you recognized this story. Knew it without ever having heard it to begin with. But how could that be possible? You would have had to hear it told somewhere at some point in your life. Maybe you did—long before the war, long before you finished your training. Except you couldn’t bring up the memory for the life of you—almost as if it was lodged in the far reaches of your mind.

Unable to be found again.

“Master Skywalker told the legend to me while I was training,” she said, halting her movements and pushing the stray hair out of her eyes. “He had come across this Mandalorian while searching for others to train.”

They were just stories. You repeated the words in your head as you began to glance around the darkened forest. Just legends that had to be told in order to keep people in line one way or another; the same stories that were told about the past of the Jedi, those that died before they could be trained fully. Stories to warn others of repeating the same mistakes others did in the past.

“Why this planet? This forest? Did he just choose to reside here?” Finn asked, his head turning in the direction yours did as a sound echoed off the trees.

“You and I both know that’s not how ghosts work,” you said, narrowing your eyes at the sight of someone standing a few feet away. “Hello?”

Your hand instinctively went to the lightsaber that hung at your side as the fog began to slowly lift from the area. The figure of a man now coming clear through it and nearly sending you stumbling back off the edge of the hill. It wasn’t possible. Had to be a trick your mind was playing on you after all the talk about haunted areas, because in the middle of the forest stood a Mandalorian. His silver armor reflecting what light broke through the trees, a blaster attached to his hip and a spear on his back.

“Is that—” Poe began to say, stepping forward, his hand reaching for his blaster but what good would weapons do against a ghost?

If it truly was one.

“That’s not possible,” you whispered—the tug in your chest stronger now that you watched the man begin to walk towards you. His movements silent, each step measured and slow. As if he wasn’t in a rush to do much of anything anymore.

Finn stepped closer, glancing back at you and Rey, his hands clenched at his sides. “Do you feel it too?”

Even you couldn’t deny the way the air shifted, the strength in the Force nearly flooded your body the longer you stood there. Potent enough to be shocking. Perhaps he was the force sensitive you were looking for all along, the person who had called you here. The internal war within your mind seemed to be put at a stop the second you saw it—how his body seemed to not only reflect light but allow it to pass through him. The blue haze around his body was enough to confirm what Rey had been saying all along.

“He’s not—he’s a ghost,” you said, taking a few steps closer towards him as he stopped mere feet away.

“So we’re dealing with Mandalorian Force ghosts now?” Poe asked, already slipping the blaster from his side.

You shook your head, noticing something behind him. Another small figure shifting silently through the forest. The movements were slow enough to allow you to keep your eyes trained on him, but you couldn’t take your gaze away from the man who now stood directly in front of you. His helmet tilted down as he looked at you fully—the transparency of his body now clear enough to be noticeable.

“Can you speak?” you asked, wanting to reach a hand out and see if maybe you actually were going insane. Perhaps you would be touching a physical body instead of an apparition created by nothing but the Force.

His head tilted to the side slightly, seeming to regard you carefully, before his arms began to raise. The movement was enough to have Poe raise his blaster, the sound of a lightsaber coming to life let you know someone was on guard. The urge to pull out a weapon grew with every passing minute, but you couldn’t move—didn’t want to move. Not when this was the first time you would ever be able to witness a Mandalorian as  Force ghost stand before you.

You watched as he lifted the helmet from his head, revealing the face of a man. The small lines in his face and the look in his eyes made you wonder how old he had been when he passed. What had been his story for him to wind up in the middle of this forest? The curiosity to ask more questions than you knew what to do with grew, but your mouth wouldn’t open. No words would escape free, because you didn’t know what to do in a situation like this.

Never had this happened before.

“Who are you?” you asked, hand reaching out hesitantly only to come in contact with the feel of cold metal. Faint enough to be a figment of your imagination, but strong enough to prove that he was still there in some ways. Still a man even in death.

He merely smiled, eyes holding enough sadness in them to show he hadn’t lived a life filled with joy. Pain had been his constant friend, something he could count on rather than loathe. Both finding balance with each other within the confines of his body; something sheltered by armor that seemed to be a type of metal in its purest form.

You were far too distracted by him to notice the figure behind him now approaching closer, the steps of it faint but still there. Glancing down you could see a creature wearing a cloak that looked similar to the one you wore. A metal pauldron with an engraving on it was attached to his shoulder—the same one that the Mandalorian was wearing. A clue as to who this Mandalorian was—who he had been.

Your hand fell to your side, and you quickly crouched down watching as whoever this was began to step closer. The small bits of armor beneath his robe showed through, giving you insight into his story a bit. He must have known this Mandalorian—enough so to wear his armor as if it were his own. This was why you were called here, why you felt the shift in the Force, why you knew this place long before you arrived. Because of him.

“You brought us here,” you said, not really asking the question, because you knew the answer. Knew that he had been calling out to you all along.

He nodded, hand reaching out for yours and resting against your palm as his voice echoed in your mind. “Are the Jedi safe now?”

“Yes,” you replied, smiling as he seemed to push his emotions outwards—towards you. “They’re safe—we’re safe.”

His hand patted your own, head looking up towards the Mandalorian who had joined you in crouching onto the ground. A movement that seemed to come to him naturally. You wondered if he’d done it over the years, more times than he could count, all because of him.

“I can go with you now.”

“Come with me now? What do you mean? Did you have to remain here?”

Rey’s hand rested on your shoulder as she joined. “Were you a student of Master Skywalker?”

He nodded, tilting his head down slowly as if to move quickly wasn’t necessary at the time. You’d heard the stories from Rey—knew how Luke Skywalker’s school had met its end tragically. If he was a part of it, a remaining survivor, then that means he’d been in hiding for who knows how long. You put the pieces together as Rey spoke to him about where he was from, what his story was, and you began to realize who this was. Who both of them were.

“The Mandalorian and the child,” you whispered, standing straight to mull over your thoughts.

“What, like the legend?” Finn asked.

“It makes sense. A Force sensitive child who left the school—who just so happens to be guarded by a Mandalorian.”

“Which makes him—” Finn glanced over at the man who now stood to his full height. Eyes watching the three of you warily; as if he was still on guard when it came to newer people.

You took in a breath, the final piece setting itself into place. “His father.”

So, the stories had been true all along. The tale of a young padawan, training to be a Jedi with the ties to a Mandalorian clan—a clan of two. Something you didn’t think to be possible now stood before you. A Jedi of two lives. Mandalorian and Jedi—coexisting together to create his past, his future, and the Jedi he was today. You weren’t sure why he called out to you of all people, but there was no going back on this. No refusing to bring him to the new school, because he was a part of the Jedi just as much as he was a part of his other clan.

“How long have you been here?” Finn asked as you stood off to the side, attempting to regain any memory as to how you knew this place. Except no matter how hard you wracked your brain you couldn't locate an explanation.

“Since long before The First Order.”

He hid here since before Ben Solo became Kylo Ren, since before the war that changed the tides of everything. He remained here by himself. Yet you couldn’t say that with certainty, couldn’t deny the Mandalorian who stood before you, merely a wisp in the air now. A ghost that knew he would no longer need to remain in one place. Who knew that the time for goodbye would come again.

Sooner than either of them expected.

“How has he managed to come back?” you asked. Finn shrugged, his eyes glancing warily at the man.

Behind you Rey stepped closer, inspecting the Mandalorian with a look you knew all too well in her eyes. “Life force,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“The life force of another being could be able to transfer someone’s consciousness to the Force.” She knelt down beside you, her hand reaching for him. “It’s never been done before so I don’t know if it’s possible but…”

“It might be,” you said, eyes once again catching the Mandalorian’s. “What happens when we leave? Will he come with us?”

For the first time, the man spoke, his voice just as familiar as him. “Wherever he goes, I go.”

It was unusual to see such a connection happen through the Force, only happening once before with Rey. Yet there they stood. A father and his adopted son, fully intent on protecting him—even in death remaining right by his side. Whoever they were, whatever they wanted, they wouldn’t be parting ways today and you finally understood why you were called here. Why you saw them over and over again through the Force.

You were always meant to have a padawan…always meant to train someone else. You just never thought it would turn out like this.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

Once again his voice echoed in your mind; small…as if he was still wary about his voice. “Grogu.”

“Grogu,” you breathed. “I suppose I’m your new Master.”

He smiled, eyes glancing up at you with the curiosity of a child. You weren’t sure how old he was, but he knew far more than even you—had seen things that would remain with him until the end of his life. Yet there was one thing he refused to let go of, even as you offered him the prospect of a new life. His father. Whatever happened to cause the Mandalorian’s death was a mystery to you, but it revolved around his child—you knew that much. A part of you could recall Master Skywalker’s voice echoing in your head.

Jedi aren’t allowed to form attachments.

Yet even you had broken that rule. You were attached to the people around you—their friendship kept you alive in more ways than one and the thought of saying goodbye to them twisted your heart painfully. So who were you to say if Grogu should remain with his father or finally say goodbye. No…you wouldn’t make that choice for him—you couldn’t.

“You don’t have to say goodbye,” you told him, a smile gracing your lips. “I won’t allow that.”

For the second time, you heard his voice beside you—eyes either glassy with tears or simply the slight shine of his projection. “Thank you.”

Nodding, you stood—waiting for Grogu to begin walking, his pace slower than yours. He’d chosen a different path, you could see it now, but in the end he found what he needed to find. The Mandalorian walked beside you, his helmet now atop his head as the others went ahead to make sure the ship still remained intact. No words were said, but nothing truly had to be spoken. Not when you finally understood what was expected of you—what the Force ghost of previous Jedi led you to.

Towards Grogu—not a Jedi, but not a Mandalorian either. Someone who was between the lines of what constituted either; who refused to choose one or the other.

Settling for perfect balance instead.

Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad

"I know your name as my child"