#this is me just wishing they could have meet during the rebellion

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Ooohhh how about different eras of luke (ROTJ is my fav if doing one is easier) and maybe some modern dilf!luke 👀 reacting to you laying your head on his shoulder when you’re tired or have a headache pre-relationship?

Anonnn, you don't understand, I'm obsessed with this ask. I just HAD to do every single Luke era plus the Dilf AU as the cherry on top because it's been so long since I last wrote something wholesome😩

also it reminds me of the posts I used to do when I first started writing and ngl I'm feeling a little nostalgic

• sweet ANH Luke with his open smile and honest eyes is so easy to approach and befriend, resting your head on his shoulder comes almost naturally

• though unbeknownst to you he'd immediately be on the brink to loose his mind

• already he tends to be a little jittery with nerves whenever you randomly appear in the same room he is in

• even more so now that he's finally admitted his major crush on you to himself

• so just imagine his excitement the moment you decide to sit next to him

• as soon as your head touches his shoulder he goes bright red and doesn't dare to move in fear of accidentally shooing you away, his heart beating wildly in his chest

• for a slight moment he forgets how to breathe, though it's not like he minds

• this is the best day of his life

• not only does he finally get to feel the warmth of having you so close by his side, but also your soft hair aginst his cheek if he dares to tilt his head just a little bit

• when eventually he manages to somewhat normalize his breathing, his thoughts will start to wander

• he's SO proud you're clearly comfortable and feeling safe with him

• but should he strike up a conversation? Ask how you're doing? If everything's okay?

• maybe he could make you laugh

• your hands look so soft; what if he were to reach out and just take them in his?

• would you mind?

• he's not sure, his aren't as pretty and smooth as yours

• you smell very nice

• wouldn't your current position make you look like a couple to an outsider passing by?

• what if, and he feels very bold just considering, but, what if you...like him?

• quickly enough he has a very hard time remaining calm

• and how could he? He needs to tell someone about this RIGHT NOW

• good luck trying to catch ESB Luke sitting still for even once

• though should you be as lucky to catch him during a moment of rest and manage to lean on him, he'll feel similarly as ANH Luke; excited, a little nervous even, though not as much as his younger self would have been

• still he has to fight off the blush rising into his cheeks and will absolutely deny ever changing colors should someone (especially Leia, Han or even R2) point it out

• at the same time he wishes for as many as possible to witness this very monumental moment, hoping everyone will see that you're leaning on HIS shoulder

• HIS!

• yeah that's right! In your face, (add in name of random rebellion member that also takes an interest in you)!!!

• if he's feeling extra bold, he may use the chance to put an arm around your shoulder

• but very carefully so; he's afraid to overstep any of your boundaries

• after all he's not sure if you'd even like to be held

• there's only one problem: how is he supposed to do anything now?

• he has places to be, things to do, an Empire to fight!

• he's getting kind of warm too

• more than that actually

• Force, are you hiding a heater under all of your layers of clothing?

• also he just remembered; isn't there a meeting he has to attend?

• shouldn't he be working to improve his x-wing?

• he'll check on you out of the corner of his eye, trying to get a feeling for how long you plan to stay like this

• he needs to come up with a way to notify the others of his delay

• because there's no way he's moving even a single muscle

• he's not leaving you behind

• he simply can't!

• not when he was just chosen as your designated spot to rest your pretty but, admittedly, very heavy head

• but not to worry, of course he can handle it!

• he'll be here as long as you need him to be

• RotJ and post RotJ Luke is hard to keep tabs on and thus hard to find

• all you can hope for is to encounter him by pure chance, as he seems to simply have evaporated whenever you wander around searching for him

• though despite his withdrawn ways he's always welcoming and inviting should you happen upon him

• he, above anyone else, understands the importance of rest during a busy day

• he smiles mildly to himself as soon as you settle down and scoot close enough for your arms to touch

• the emotions you are unconsciously emitting, may it be nervousness, excitement or shyness, amuse him a great deal and he's keen to see whether you'll overcome them this time or not

• I don't think he'd tell you outright that he enjoys your presence, that it tends to calm him down and to ease his mind, until much later

• but despite what he is or isn't saying he can't help but feel a little warm inside whenever you come across him during the day

• despite that he can never not worry at least a little bit about your well-being and immediately feels the need to check in on you either with words or a gentle probe with the Force to make sure you're okay

• if he has the time to stay with you for a while he asks if you'd like to lay down

• see, he can shuffle to the side a little and then you could rest your head on his thigh instead of on his shoulder

• wouldn't that be more comfortable?

• he doesn't have a blanket in case you're cold, but maybe you could use his cloak?

• it's not the best, maybe a little rough and still a little dirty from his last trip as he didn't have the time to wash it yet, but it does a good job of keeping a person warm

• he doesn't show how happy he is should you follow his invite and agree to rest beside him, though maybe Leia would notice

• and possibly so would you by how he'd start to absentmindedly stroke your head and play with your hair whenever others are around to keep him properly distracted

• I think Dilf!Luke's reaction would really depend on the current situation/ on how far your relationship has already developed at that point

• here it's important to note though that he'd never tell you off or send you away for initiating contact, not even after just recently getting to know you

• yes he's standoffish and withdrawn, cold in demeanor, seemingly displeased with your presence in his house

• but when it comes down to it he is kind, always has been, even if he hides it away to protect himself

• his behavior towards you is nothing personal; the emotions you call forth are his to deal with

• he may try to at first but ultimately knows deep down that he can't hold you accountable for how his past still troubles him

• he's a father, deeply caring in nature

• no matter what, he could never bring himself to deny anyone his child's age comfort

• though he might be a little confused about why you chose him, of all people, to rest your head on

• after all it's not like he's been going out of his way to be peculiarly inviting or nice - quite the contrary actually

• he'll remain very still for the duration of your vicinity, involuntarily stiffening not only out of surprise but because it's been so long that anyone outside of his immediate family initiated intimacy

• he's so touch starved, so used to rarely feeling a person's warmth, that your simple act catches him off guard

• suddenly he has no idea what to do, how to continue on after

• for your own good and his child's sake he wants to keep you at an arm's length and yet...

• if he wasn't enamored with you before, he is so now

• he thinks back to those moments of doubt and insecurity frequently

• but where they once haunted him, they now serve as a reminder for how far he's come and what he was able to finally leave behind

• he's proud of himself too, yes, but most of all to call you his

• every little touch of yours, and may it be one as innocent as laying your head on his shoulder, fills him with joy

• never, in a thousand years, would he once have believed to be in a position to reciprocate your gentle displays of trust and affection

• but now that he can, now that everything feels a little less like a dream, it's all he wants to do

• (and he does)

• (forehead kisses are his favorite way to, he can't help it)

• (not when you placed yourself so conveniently)

[rancidsugar]

[inconveniently-discorporated]

I think I have a potentially controversial opinion on Aziraphale and the ending.

So one of the things that made me smile so, SO much, was THIS:

That PURE ABSOLUTE UTTER JOY.

We have not seen ANYTHING like that from demon Crowley. We've seen him be drunk and silly, we've seen him be amused, but we've not seen this.

Now, let's consider what we know about Heaven:

It's never fully populated. ALL of the shots are completely devoid of angels, except for a few, who are almost always just getting somewhere and never really talking to each other.

Where I thought the archangels were a tight clan, it really looks like they're super catty and prone to jealousy. No doubt they would stab each other in the back happily if it came down to it. How much of Heaven is like that, if even the archangels all hate each other?

Aziraphale already has a nervous disposition when he meets Crowley. Is he perhaps an angel that NEVER fit in? Is he familiar with being ostracized by his peers? Just how lonely IS Heaven? Crowley seems to be a pretty powerful angel, and HE doesn't even know that it's all getting shut down in 6000 years -- it's like no one talks to anyone.

Aziraphale, during their whole meeting, looks absolutely smitten. At one point, Crowley goes, "Look at you! You're gorgeous!" and Aziraphale looks over with happy surprise, just before realizing he's not looking at him but rather at what he's created. And then, when Crowley starts going on about making suggestions and asking questions, Aziraphale is IMMEDIATELY concerned and doesn't want him to get into trouble.

Aziraphale is hooked on this angel, and I cannot help but think that this is perhaps the first angel who has ever WELCOMED Aziraphale into his company.

He is hooked on this angel, and the way Crowley smiles is with the light of all the stars he's just created, and it's infectious and it brings a smile to Aziraphale's face as well. And then this angel shields him from the oncoming falling stars.

He is hooked on this angel, and then this angel goes and joins the Great Rebellion, and becomes fallen himself.

"You were an angel once," Aziraphale said, softly, at the bandstand. He remembers.

I think it's reasonable to guess that Heaven has never felt so warm as it did in the presence of millions of exploding stars, next to the (arch?)angel that may perhaps be one of the few (only?) to pay him any positive attention.

I think it's reasonable to assume that Heaven was not the same after Crowley fell. I wouldn't be surprised to find out Aziraphale had wondered about the angel, wondered if he was okay. I would imagine that Aziraphale keeps that picture of pure, angelic, unbridled joy somewhere inside of him.

So, really, is it any surprise that threaded throughout EVERY interaction, Aziraphale has this deep-down feeling that Crowley is good? Would it be any surprise that Aziraphale, an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can (which isn't always), feels that if HE is still an angel, then what was done to Crowley was a great injustice?

I think it would make sense that we are shown "before the beginning" not just because it is fun, but because THIS is the foundational context for everything Aziraphale thinks Crowley is, everything Crowley enjoys. I think he remembers this moment and wishes he could live there forever. With Crowley. The two of them with this happiness, forever.

But nothing lasts forever, as much as he wishes it did.

I'm not saying Aziraphale was right with what he did to Crowley at the end of s2. There is a lot I think he did wrong. I think he held onto this picture so tightly, he didn't realize that Crowley had long since let it go, and painted a new one with Aziraphale with all the shades of grey he picked up as he sauntered (or plummeted) vaguely downward (into a pool of boiling sulfur).

I don't think he was right, but I do think he is understandable. I think there was a lot of selfishness, but also some misguided selflessness too. I watched that first scene with angelic Crowley and my heart actually broke a little, because I thought, "What a shame this joy was taken away from him."

I think Aziraphale is trying to right the injustice he feels has been done. But I also think Aziraphale doesn't realize that Crowley can never go back. The concept of falling never crossed Crowley's mind when he suggested that he ask a few questions, and he will NEVER get that kind of innocence back. And Aziraphale doesn't understand, because Heaven has clearly always just been that way for him (he is already aware of the danger of asking questions).

Crowley does not want to go back because he can never go back. He can never be the same angel he was when he thought he could build a universal machine that would crank out stars for eons and eons. He can never be the same angel he was when he thought he could make some suggestions and ask some questions and co-create with THE Creator.

Crowley understands that, and Aziraphale doesn't. But I can understand why Aziraphale would want to try. And I think it's all because of this:

[homoeroticbetrayal]

Iconic Homerotice Betrayals: Round 3

Poll Directory

Context:

Akechi/Joker

Summarized by Anonymous Contributor

Ok so Akira(you the player) are the leader of a group of thieves (who are doing good for society) but there are more sinister things happening that also get attributed to your group.

Enter Akechi the famous charismatic detective who’s declared that he will catch you(you can probably already guess where this is going) When you first meet him it is already clear that something is very wrong under that obviously fake smile. Under your civilian identity you befriend him and slowly(or rather fast) he opens up to you showing more of his true self and what pains his heart. Even disclosing sensitive information that could bring him down. Of course this is all just lies he made up to get close to you right? Nope.

You see the betrayal coming from miles ahead. Not only does he betray you, he’s been the real culprit all along.

Despite knowing this loooong ahead you still take him on little gay dates to the aquarium, public bathhouse, pretending to shoot eachother, a café or try to impress him with your amazing darts skills. You may even willingly make wrong choices just for his approval (I did gdi Akechi I trusted you.) And when you come home he's already waiting for you.

After you survive him gleefully shooting you through the head(it makes sense in context) you meet again he admits that he wishes you’d have met earlier, confirming that your bond was genuine, that you could’ve been friends/partners(? It’s complicated) and he really meant it when he said you’re the only one he feels at ease with. But not without having a truly unhinged meltdown about it first, vehemently rejecting your offer to still be friends and turn over a new leaf. (so after he's attempted to kill you at least 2 times and is gearing up for making it 3)

Akechi betraying you is as much a betrayal of himself as it is one of you.

Bonus points:

other characters comment on you being the only one close to him

during one rank he confesses to you…. His hate?

as previously mentioned, your relationship ranks up after he shoots you in the head(you survive, it make sense in context)

he himself compares his betrayal of you to romance(yes after shooting you through the head). On live tv. In the same moment he reminds himself how he’s felt unwanted his entire life, like a reminder he killed the only person who ever made him wanted.

At the end you have the choice to stay in a perfect world where he is alive and never underwent any of the pain in his life turning him into a wholly different person, or let him die(again) as his true self. If you pick the former you can return the betrayal.

*vague description it’s complicated.

Read other summary here.

Homura/Madoka

Summary by Anonymous Contributor

This is the story of 3 betrayals :

1. Madoka and Homura meet and become best friends. Madoka believes in love and justice and helping people as a magical girl. But she gets killed. So Homura, loving her and believing in her cause, becomes a magical girl in order to time travel and save Madoka. Eventually, however, they find out they were being tricked all along, and none of what they thought they were fighting for is real. And this is BETRAYAL NUMBER 1: They've agreed to give up and just die/become monsters Together, when suddenly Madoka sacrifices herself to save Homura. As she is dying in Homura's arms she tells her she has a selfish goal: "you can travel in time, right ? Go back in time and warn me, stop me from getting tricked and becoming a magical girl."

2. So Homura goes back in time and tries to warn Madoka and their friends, but no one believes her. She can't save Madoka from her fate. So she time travels, again and again and again, trying desperately to save Madoka and failing every time, and becoming more and more estranged from her with every timeline. By the time we get to the timeline we know, she's done it so many times that she's become a stranger to Madoka, but Homura has become cold and hardened. It doesn't matter if Madoka doesn't love her anymore, all that matters is saving her. In the end, Homura's time travel has tied the strings of fate around Madoka so much, that Madoka bcomes the most powerful magical girl of all time and is able to essentially become a god, and rewrite the rules of the universe. She's created a better world, but at the cost of erasing her own human existence. Now no one will remember her except for Homura. As they are hugging naked in the cosmos, saying goodbye as the universe rewrites itself, Homura expresses how devastated she is by this turn of events. Madoka has saved her from the time loop she was in, but has sacrificed herself, and thereby Homura has failed to keep her promise of saving her. This is BETRAYAL NUMBER 2: Homura now has to live without Madoka, and all hope of keeping her promise to save her is lost.

3. And so we arrive at BETRAYAL NUMBER 3, the one they're most famous for : Homura tricks Madoka, and steals her godhood. Homura becomes the devil and undoes everything Madoka has fought for just to save Madoka and let her have a human existence, because she loves her that much. It's the ultimate betrayal because she destroys everything Madoka sacrificed herself for, she refuses to let her make the world better because selfishly, she loves Madoka so much she wants her to be able to exist.

[heliza24]

Wilhelm, The Look (™), and Endings

The recent poll on the confessions blog about the ideal end of the series (King Wilhelm vs leaving the line of succession vs the end of the monarchy) got me thinking about endings. In trying to think of what my own answer to this question was, I ended up reflecting on the way that Season 1 and 2 end, and that got me thinking about the infamous straight-to-camera Wilhelm looks that bookend each season. I’ve always loved those moments and found them crucial to the visual language of the show, but I don’t think I’ve ever really stopped to analyze why. But if I’m trying to decide how I feel about the possible endings of season 3, I should probably stop and figure out why I feel the way I do about the ending (and beginning) shots of season 1 and 2, right? So let’s take a minute and talk through these shots, and what I think they do for story structure and Wilhelm’s character.

I think the main thing those glances to camera do are establish Wilhelm as a protagonist with agency. Just for a second, he’s aware that he’s being watched, and that awareness means that he’s going to make active choices about what happens during his story. I think this makes sense when we realize that the first look to camera happens when Wilhelm is giving his first press interview. Wilhelm has always been in the public eye as a member of the royal family, But this is the first time that the attention of the press has been directed directly at him. It’s the first time that he has been asked to answer for his actions, and the first time he’s had to take responsibility for something like an adult. The camera catches him right as he makes his first decision: to follow his parents’ wishes, do the press conference, and go to Hillerska. It’s not a look of rebellion so much as it is a look of acceptance. All the growth that comes after as part of season 1 comes as a result of the awareness that starts in that moment. I think it’s significant that the gaze at the end of season 1 comes right after Wilhelm has made a very similar decision to the one he made in episode 1. Once again he has obeyed his parents, given the statement to the press that he was supposed to give, and toed the party line. It’s only in the fourth wall break that we know that something is different. We see all the rage and disappointment and heartbreak he has in that look, and we know that moving forward something is going to be different. But the season ends simply on this promise, and doesn’t let us see the payoff. Before we knew whether or not we were getting a season 2, I remember thinking that season 1 felt like a complete story (if not a happy one) but I would be mad if we never got to see all that Wilhelm was promising us come to fruition. 

I think the gazes in season 2 function in much the same way– they emphasize Wilhelm’s agency and show us how much he changes over the course of the season. At the beginning of the season Wilhelm is literally ready to burn it all down, as he stares at us in the mirror as he burns August’s photo. But the look we get at the end of episode 6 is much more calm and confident. He’s taken the rage that fueled his initial revenge quest against August and turned it into the bravery he needs to tell the truth on his own terms. This last look once again acts as a promise; Wilhelm is swearing that he will live authentically, no matter the consequences. But once again the season ends before we have a chance to see him follow through. We know that there will be a whole host of difficulties that arise from his confession, and that last look gives us the confidence that Wilhelm will rise to meet them. But we don’t see any of that, or at least we won’t until season 3. The fact that the season ends here really emphasizes that what was most important about the season was Wilhelm’s growth. The fact that he grew to a point where he could give the speech and stare down the barrel of the camera with confidence meant that the story the season was trying to tell was complete, even though we might expect a longer denouement. I know it’s common fandom knowledge that there was at least one additional shot filmed, of Simon and Wilhelm walking away together. So I think it’s significant that in the edit Lisa and Co decided to end on The Look (™) instead. I don’t want to suggest that the Wilmon relationship isn’t hugely significant to the show, its ending, or to Wilhelm. It is, and I think that’s represented when they lock eyes right before Wilhelm’s final look to camera. But there’s something about Wilhelm growing just enough to tell the truth in front of everyone that means that this chapter of the story is now closed, with no additional Wilmon scene needed.

The other thing that first glance does of course is establish us, the audience, as part of the public that is watching and judging Wilhelm. We’re in the audience for the press conference he gives at the beginning of season 1, and we’re in the stands watching him give the speech at the end of season 2. The relationship this creates between Wilhelm and the audience is really charged. Those looks create an intimacy which makes us care about Wilhelm as a character. But they also implicate us as part of the reason why Wilhelm is always being observed. We’re part of the oppressive force Wilhelm has to deny in order to live truthfully and claim his agency.  When Wilhelm looks into the camera he’s defying *us*. He’s daring us to stop him from getting revenge on August, or disobeying his mom, or telling the truth about the video. We’re brought in as co-conspirators in the same moment that we’re sized up as an enemy. 

Circling back to thinking about season 3, I think it’s a fair guess to assume that the season will begin and end with The Looks (™). I also expect that the last moments of season 3 won’t tie up every single loose end, much like the end of season 2 didn’t address the fallout from Wilhelm’s speech. I expect that last look to feel like a promise, like Wilhelm saying “I’ve got it from here.” 

In general I’m not huge on making super specific predictions. But if I were to guess how season 3 will end, I would predict that any questions about the larger fate of the monarchy will not be answered fully by the show, and will instead be covered by The Look (™). I think this holds true whether or not Wilhelm decides to remain in the line of succession, but that his character arc will feel most complete if he makes the decision to leave.  

If Wilhelm does make the decision to leave the line of succession and this does have national implications, I don’t imagine that we’ll see them fully play out. Wilhelm growing enough to leave will mean that the story that Young Royals is telling is complete. After a lot of consideration, I think this is my desired outcome for the show and my best shot at predicting the general shape of the season 3 finale. I want Wilhelm to grow enough to leave (with Simon) and I want the show to end with us confident that he’ll be able to handle the consequences of that decision, even if we don’t see them all play out.

[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 22

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: To say thank you for reaching 200 followers, I have decided to make this weekend a double Lost Sister update! So you won't have to wait long to see some certain reactions. Enjoy! The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

The last few cadets straggling to get to battle brief swiftly move to the side as Melgren leads me through the corridors. He had to have been here already to get here so quickly.

Carr was quicker than I thought to get the news to the higher ups. Obviously eager to announce the newest signet in the quadrant. Or Melgren had instructed him to tell him when mine had manifested. And I had just been unlucky that the day I had chosen to tell Carr was a day Melgren was back. And somehow I knew that the later was the correct answer. Carr was to keep tabs on me. Tabs on my signet and how I was progressing.

Our footsteps echo off the walls of the empty corridors as he leads me over the bridge connecting the riders quadrant to the rest of the college. He leads me over to the administration building, and down to an office I had only seen a handful of times. General Sorrengail’s office.

Melgren opens the door and motions for me to head inside. I notice as soon as I enter the General isn’t here, but I could tell she had been recently with how the desk had been left. A candle wick still smoking from having recently been blow out. Obviously she had been instructed by Melgren to vacate it for our meeting seeing as he didn’t have an office in the college. And he would not risk drawing attention by taking me out of the college. But now it would be known outside of the college walls that Xaden Riorson had a sister, dragged into the spotlight on conscription day. Melgren walks past me as I stand in front of the desk, sitting in the chair as if it were his own. As if he owned everything here. Which technically in a way he did. General Sorrengail might be in charge of the college, but he oversaw our armies. His cold calculating eyes assess me, taking in every single detail of me. The now black and red hair, my skin now slightly more tanned and sun kissed from my time on Mealladh, and the new strength I had gained. But he didn’t seem to care about those details, almost seemed to dismiss them. I held myself differently now. I was no longer the scared naive little girl he had trained and honed. The girl I had pretended to be to appease him. Let him think he could control and command me. But now in front of him stood second in line to the Riorson name. The daughter of the leader of the rebellion. ”I hear my training has not gone to waste on you. Seems you’ve already made quite a name for yourself in the quadrant.” He drawls, his eyes finally meeting mine. ”Sadly it did not. Guess I have you to thank for my success.” I tell him bluntly as I take the generals office, walking over to a map on the wall that looks almost identical to the one we see in battle brief. ”You don’t sound too pleased about that. You should be thanking me for that training. Without it. Without me. You would be dead.” His tone venomous as he spits out the last part. ” Well technically I was dead till recently.” I throw back at him, earning a huff of amusement of him. I take in the details of the map in front of me. The details don’t match any map I have seen in battle brief. Either this is new and I am missing out on the update in the current class he has pulled me from. Or they’re hiding something. As I shift my attention from the map and back to Melgren as I turn and face him, I almost not a hint of nervousness. Something tells me they are hiding something. But its fleeting before a smug look takes over his features. A look I wish oh so badly I could wipe off his face. And one day I hoped I would. I wish he wasn’t the reason I was alive and thriving in the quadrant. But I was. Without his training I doubt I would have made it across that parapet. He had made me into what I was. He was the reason I was nearly proficient at all the weapons, had tied for the fastest time up the gauntlet, was doing so well with my signet. All of it was because of him and the training he had given me over the last five years. He was the reason I was alive.

”You we’re only dead to those who chose to believe it.” He drawls as he leans forward on the desk, motioning towards the chair I had chosen to ignore till now. “I never said to them you we’re dead. They just assumed.” I walk over and lower myself into the chair slowly, crossing my arms over my chest and resting an ankle on my opposite knee. The way he looks at me makes me want to run. Every fibre of my being tells me to run. But there’s no escape from him here. If I run he will just drag me back here or somewhere worse. I had to play his game, and hope I didn’t show how scared of him I was. Though that dwindled every day. Every day I got stronger. And one day I wouldn’t be afraid of him. His eyes flicker over to the patch that now adorns my uniform as of today. The compass patch I had earned due to my signet. My confidential signet.

”Carr has informed me of your signet. Psionic. Quite an unique signet. Though all the texts we have to hint towards such a thing are vague. All just ancient stories and fairy tails with no proof or merit to them. You are quite the enigma.” He drawls as a smirk forms on his face. “First you bond a dragon no one has ever heard of or seen, but clearly is one of the older dragons. And now you have a signet no one has ever heard of before.”

”Would you like a congratulations? An award for training me and preparing me for the quadrant and coming out with something none of you have seen before?” I snap back before I can think about it. My blood running cold. I had never spoken back like that to Melgren in the five years he had trained me. Knowing it would get me in a lot of trouble. But he just smiles. ”I mean we wouldn’t have found any of this if I hadn’t taken you with me that day. So I will take credit in a dragon and signet coming to light that can help our cause greatly. But for now I just want you to tell me about it so we can understand it.” He tells me as he stands and walks over the the bookshelf as if looking for something. ”For someone who only manifested their signet today there isn’t much I know. So far I can only control and move objects. Nothing else.” I tell him sternly as his fingers hover over the spines of the book.

”Carr seems to think you can do more. A lot more.” The way he turns his head and looks at me tells me he doesn’t believe something I’ve said. Either about what I can do or when it manifested. “But I guess we will have to wait and see what you can do as you train and strengthen it. If you can do anything like Carr predicts, you will be a great asset to us. Both you and that brother of yours.”

The glint in his eyes has my blood run cold again. Shit. I was naive to think I would be the only one he would be keeping tabs on. Of course he would be looking at Xaden as well. Probably hoping one of us would slip, give up something they we’re looking for. He walks back over to the desk, perching on the edge as he looks at me.

”Seems strong genes run in your family. Both you and your brother with powerful dragons and signets. But here’s hoping not everything runs in that family of yours.” I know with his emphasis on everything that he is referring to the rebellion our father had started. ”Tip toeing around the rebellion are we General?” I ask before I can stop myself. He looks at me almost impressed, as I bite back at him again. Not a look I was use to from him in regards to me.

”No point tip toeing around it. Just making sure you know what is at stake here. Don’t want you marked ones planning something. Not when we need every strong and capable rider we have with fewer and fewer dragons bonding every year.” I look him sternly in the eyes, and hope my words are convincing and he doesn’t see right through them. “We’ve already had our lives gambled with before. Watched our parents pay the price. Don’t exactly plan on ending up with the same fate General.” The smile he gives me in response doesn’t quite meet his eyes. Sending chills down my spine. God did he put me on edge. He didn’t trust us. None of them did. And none of them ever will while we had these marks on our skin. We would be constantly fighting to fit in here for the rest of our lives, and would never get the same respect as those without the marks. But hopefully one day we wouldn’t. If Xaden could pull off whatever he had planned, we would get out freedom back. But there was so much I still didn’t know. Not yet. But I knew better than to push Xaden. He would let me in fully when he was ready. Or when we didn’t have higher ups watching me so closely. ”I would like to hope not. But in my experience you lot seem to like gambling with your lives when it comes to those you care about. Willing to do anything to get revenge. Especially that friend of your brothers. Garrick was it?” He asks as if challenging me to react. I don’t give him the pleasure of a reaction as my heart skips a beat. Not only were Xaden and I under his watch, it seemed Garrick was as well. He may not have reacted to the movement on conscription day, but something tells me that Melgren noted Garrick’s movement on conscription day. Had noted his reaction to throwing that bag at Xaden’s feet that day. Unlike Xaden, Garrick had reacted to anything Melgren had done in regards to me. Even today he had gone to rush forward as he had appeared in the doorway to battle brief. Melgren may have appeared to have his attention elsewhere. But I knew he had noted everything Garrick had done since that day he had let them think I was dead. I had no doubt he had watched as Garrick had flown in instantly after I had landed after threshing. And now with confirmation Carr was in league with Melgren, I had no doubt some of the other professors were acting as Melgren's eyes and ears. I stand and smile at him. “Do you require anything else from me General? I’d like to get back to my classes.” Trying to end the conversation before he could get a reaction out of me. He merely nods. “That is all for now Riorson. Just remember to keep me updated on that signet of yours.” And with that he nods towards the door before pushing off the desk and turning back to the bookshelf. I don’t hesitate before turning on my heal and head towards the door. My muffled footsteps echoing around the now eerily quiet room. I push open the door of General Sorrengail’s office to meet the eyes of that General across the corridor as she watches me exit. The women who had overseen the execution of our parents. The women who stood there and did nothing as Melgren dragged me away from my father. Stood there and did nothing. But as I meet her eyes I detect a hint of sadness in my mind. Sadness and regret? And before I know it’s gone. As if it had been a fleeting memory that had crossed her mind and had quickly pushed it away. I quickly bow my head at her before turning and walking as quickly as I can back to the quadrant.

Part 23 (coming soon)

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𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙦𝙪𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 | Toji Fushiguro| fate's entanglements

characters: toji fushiguro x gojo!reader, toji zenin x gojo!reader

summary: fate had a sense of humor that you didn't appreciate.

tags: toji x gojo!reader, gojo’s older sister, pre-star plasma vessel arc/star plasma vessel arc, satoru content!, suggestive language, explicit language, symbolism (?), strangers to friends, angst, fluff.

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The ceiling lights that hung above your head did a very lackluster job of replicating the scenic starlit nights you had grown accustomed to. The wooden paneled walls littered with religious scrolls reminded everyone in the room of their purpose for being here. The matching floorboards had probably been polished by a low-ranking clan member. The room was filled with the voices of countless men trying to talk over one another believing their words were more important than the others.

When you first started to attend these meetings, you would listen as attentively as you could as you tried to adhere to the diligent daughter archetype. After a while, they would repeat the same things over and over again just with different wording. It made you realize that being inside this room, power was nothing but a word. None of these men truly cared for the life of anyone: not their families, not their clan, not the non-curse users that they had to save, and not the children that they sent off on missions. No, these men’s purpose for having these meetings was fueled by control and appearances.     

“When are you going to just accept Osamu’s marriage proposal? My son is an impatient man with many women being offered to him. Why not make my boy’s day, Gojo?” 

“Perhaps you should consider that there is a reason why I have never accepted his marriage proposals, Naobito. Along with any other son of yours you’ve tried to send my way over the years.”  You retort as you take a sip of the sake in front of you. Like the others, Osamu wasn’t anything to look at. By far, the most unappealing of them all. You aren’t referring to his appearance but to him as an individual. With his mediocre skill set, you believed he entered the Hei on sheer luck. His only redeeming quality is that he was the same age as you. It contributed to his unattractive appeal as his mental age did not reflect his physical.

“When will you let go of this childish rebellion and accept one of their marriage proposals? Fairytale romances and true love do not exist for someone who is to ascend to be a clan leader.” His words are possibly the only logical thing that has been said during the entirety of the meeting. Love was never something you wanted and you don’t think it ever will. Partially because of the life you were set to have but also you have never felt those kinds of emotions for anyone before aside from familial love. 

It was rich that he was talking to you about being childish. Don’t be blinded to believe that the Zenins were the only clan asking for your hand as that’s not the case. Naobito was the most persistent out of them all. Your father wasn’t even as concerned about your future spouse as Naobito was.  “You may not understand my worth or even that of your sons but if I may express myself freely, let me pose an even far more daring question that could make you understand.” I did a horrendous job of defining you before. You were indeed still glorified that much hasn’t changed but you were a puppet with a consciousness with a life that could never be your own. “How many of your sons could put up a good fight against me?” 

The expression he made was one that you wish you had taken a picture of to show Toji. His thin eyebrows furrowed with a hardening gaze that was on the brink of cracking with the tension that had been created. “Trust, the reason that you are the next head of your clan is purely because fate decided to gain a sense of humor and made you the firstborn. Your abilities aren’t enough to be considered your silver lining.” The man remarked with words that have been made known to you ever since Satoru was born. The only aspect of life that was out of reach for the elders was fate but if this life were a utopia for them, they would’ve had Satoru be born first. You were grateful that you could carry the burdens so that Satoru wouldn’t have to one day. That’s why everything was bearable since this was all for him.

“If you wanted to challenge me to a spar you could’ve asked instead of hiding it with this prolonged conversation. How about we-” The benevolent voice of your father that called your name was enough to stun you into silence. “ You’re dismissed.” 

You believed that you inherited your father’s gift of having your tone of voice direct the atmosphere of a situation rather than the words spoken. He had spoken so little during the meeting you had momentarily let it slip your mind that he was present. People would say how similar you were to him and largely judge your character based on his. You didn’t consider yourself to be calm, calculated, or reserved but the world did. You considered yourself to be the complete opposite.

Standing up, you bow to your father, “My apologies.” You don’t even make the effort to see him with the gruff he let out as a response enough for you to know his disappointment. You also didn’t need to bother to look at Naobito to know that his eyes were hunting your retreating body.  

You weren’t even allowed a moment to reflect on what had happened as a tiny body with tufted hair like yours was seated at the first steps that descended from the building. His back was facing away from you but you could make out that he was holding onto something, maybe a ball or a toy of his. You watched as his head turned as if he were inspecting the area to either avoid being seen or trying to look for someone. 

“Toru, what are you doing here?” You asked, looking around to see if he had come here alone. Most of the meetings took place at either one of the campuses for Jujutsu High but today was the rare case of holding it at the Gojo compound. 

 “Finally! I thought I was going to have to wait all day for you to come out.” The tiny boy complained as you felt his hold tighten as he tried to tug you away with him. “Now come on! I want to play!”

Those meetings became bearable for him. You smiled at the boy before you ruffled his hair. “I thought we talked about being patient, ‘Toru? You can’t run away from training like this.”

He lifted his head toward you and pouted at your words. “But I missed you! This whole week has been training and it’s always the same thing over and over again. It’s so boring!” 

Placing one of your hands into his, you allow him to lead the way, “It’s for good for you. How else do you think you’ll ever get stronger than me? I had to do the same thing at your age to get to this point.”

You didn’t wholeheartedly believe that to be true. He deserved to be a kid and be able to play, go to traditional primary school, and make friends. Naobito was right, fate had a sense of humor. A terrible one at that.

“Whatever, I can worry about getting stronger than you when I’m older. Right now, I just want to play with you!” As the eldest, you should’ve taken him back to the training grounds. As his sister, you let him coerce you into playing an array of different games. It started off physical with games like “Red Light, Green Light” then strayed into games like “I, Spy.” You often wondered if he enjoyed the life he had and if moments like these were as important to him as they were to you. I could tell you that you are naive to undermine your brother’s love for you. In many ways, you felt you were failing him as his sister. The previous comment you made is a prime example of that. You should be nurturing his childhood but at some points, you feel like you hinder it. 

As a soft yawn escaped the little boy's voice, he made quick by covering his hands over his mouth. He wanted to keep spending with you. Lately, you’ve been busy with meetings and missions. This was one of the rare occasions that he’s been able to have you alone and away from everyone else. He didn’t want to go to sleep and then wake up with the uncertainty of if he’d even catch a glimpse of you throughout the day. 

You smiled at him as you poked his cheek. “I spy with my little eye someone who needs to go to sleep.” You brought your hand out for him to take but the 7-year-old boy didn’t budge.

He shook his head, crossing his arms over one another, and with a pout, he affirmed, “I’m not tired!” His body was against him as another yawn came out.

You scooped him up into your arms and almost instantly he fell asleep. Thankfully, where you guys were was close to the main house so that walk wasn’t far. Once you had entered the house you took notice of the familiar silence that was present regardless if your family was home or not. Your mother prided herself in her image so you assumed she was out at a tea party with high-standing women from other clans. Your father could be anywhere from still being at the meeting from earlier or in this case right in front of you.

“Care to explain why Satoru is with you and not training?” He made no effort to lower his voice and you felt Satoru twist his body a bit at the sound of his voice.

“Father, he is a child. He should not be training as hard as he is now. At his age, I wasn’t-” You were never allowed to speak freely with him, and at times you forget that. No worries, he would always remind you in the form of cutting your words short.

“And that’s where I went wrong with you.” The blue in his eyes was darker and more menacing compared to yours and Satoru’s. His hair was long with half of it being held up in a top knot while the other half was down.  His height aided in his uninviting aura standing at 6’4 and his yukata matched his cold exterior with it being a mixture of cool blues.  “Naobito’s words hold merit, I hope you know that. Don’t bring your brother down with you.” 

“Of course.” is all you say as you continue to make your way into Satoru’s bedroom. There wasn’t much personality to it as it was a traditional Japanese-style bedroom. The teddy bear on his bed that you had gifted him after winning it at a summer festival in high school was the only piece of personality his room had. Placing him down and tucking him in, you kiss his forehead. 

“Love you, ‘Toru.” You were making your way out of his room when you heard a mumbled, 

“Love you too.” from his direction. Turning to face him, you saw he was still asleep but now was hugging the bear. Your brother would always unknowingly find ways to make you smile which you did before leaving his room while trying to make your way out of the house.

“What are you doing going out at this time?” You heard your father call out from behind you and the smile soon fell. Turns out he hadn’t left when you took Satoru to his bedroom as he stood at the corner of the hallway with his arms crossed.

“I thought it would be a good idea to train. I haven’t been able to recently due to missions.” You lied and he seemed to buy it as he simply nodded before making his way to whoever knows where. 

He would have you castrated if he knew you were meeting up with the renowned Sorceror Killer.

“Is that my damsel in distress? How much do you want this time?” You teased the bulky man that looked comedic sitting amongst all the flora.  He yanked out a few flowers that were nearby before throwing them at you. Normally you would’ve reprimanded him for damaging your work like that but it wasn’t yours. You had somehow coerced the man into helping you plant/maintain your garden under the agreement that you’d give him money in return.

 “That joke stopped being funny after the first time, doll.” He rolled his eyes at your other comment before rubbing two of his fingers together in a money motion before “poofing” it away. “You don’t pay me enough to even consider you another form of income.” 

You laugh at this before grabbing the collar of his sweatshirt and pulling it down, you point to the prominent “love bites” he had received recently as you playfully pushed him away, “Maybe not, but those dates you take the women you swindle money from aren’t being paid from the money earned from that highly respectable job of yours.” 

A while after you found out about his “hobbies”, you grew desensitized to them. Granted you only experienced the before/aftermath of them; the “borrowed money”, the nauseating perfume that mingled with his, and the poorly hidden hickeys.  He described himself to be someone that was just experiencing the world and what it had to offer, good or bad.

“Getting so handsy with me but then pushing me away. You’re giving me mixed signals, doll.” The knack for being hypocritical had to be an inherited trait amongst the Zenin clan. 

A year has passed and you both certainly were liars. 

To an extent.

Yes, that was the closest that Toji had ever been allowed to get to you. That was in terms of physical contact. Over the year, you have gotten closer. You found out that he was a year older than you making him 22, how he got his scar, the night you talked for the first time he had only attended to tie off some loose ends with Naobito, and that he liked to gamble his money away.

After that initial meeting, the garden continued to be the designated meet-up spot. The number of times you’d see each other varied. Neither one of you had contact with one other outside of the garden so figuring out when the other would show up was a guessing game. You could either see each other every day or go months without any contact. The interactions held similar exchanges overall: talking about their days, stargazing, lingering touches, and unspoken words.

The mutual attraction from the start was palpable, but it had become difficult to deny as the years went by. This is more of an issue for yourself than for Toji, who vocalizes his attraction at any moment as long as there is an opportunity. You denied him for multiple reasons. The first is his instinct to wake up in other people’s beds rather than his own.

You were correct in assuming that Toji was a womanizer even if he heavily denied it. 

“Trying to signal to you that we’re friends shouldn’t be viewed as a bad thing. It seems you keep conveniently forgetting that part.” 

“Those women could be you if you just said yes.”  As per the routine, you ignored him. 

“You’re not usually the last one to show up between the both of us. Stuck in one of those meetings again or did something else take up your time?”

“Hmm.” Was the only response you gave him and he noticed your mood sour at mentioning your day.

“What did they do to piss you off this time?” He asked, chuckling at the irked expression you made. Anyone would consider your friendship to be an unlikely pairing that neither one of you could offer an answer to. In terms of bonding, if asked how you managed to remain friends you would bring up the mutual distaste for the higher powers of Jujutsu society. 

Landing your head onto his lap and letting your hands run down your face, you groaned,  “More like I pissed someone else off.”

He ran his fingers through your hair, pushing away a few strands that had fallen on top of your face. He gave up on trying to get rid of his habit of admiring your features. Though he has never admitted this to you, the women that he has hooked up with have never once come close to your beauty. It’s not like you made it easy with those eccentric features you had.  “You know, usually someone has to piss you off before you piss someone else off. If I were to guess it was Naobito this time?”

You shook your head irritated at having to think of that man again before answering,  “It’s always the same thing with him. With all due respect, none of your cousins are necessarily the most tolerable to be around.” You knew he didn’t take offense to that. He would’ve made the same remark about them too. Most likely an even harsher and more descriptive assortment of words. 

“It was my father.”

“Oh, now that one is different. Don’t tell me I’m influencing bad behavior on you, doll.” He was joking but there was truth to that statement. His influence was not in your actions but more in the actions that you wouldn’t allow yourself to act upon. For reference, as you lay on his lap you wonder how he would feel inside your mouth as you see the imprint of his dick from his sweatpants from your peripheral, and judging based on the imprint alone you could see that he was well-endowed. 

“It’s been a year and I still can tell you that you don’t have that kind of effect on me.” Lies like these remained a focal point in your relationship but Toji always knew when you were lying. You’d do what everyone else did when they lied like avoiding eye contact.

“Why don’t you leave?” He has posed this question to you previously and you’d always reply differently. Sometimes taking it seriously, sometimes not as much.

“Are you suggesting we become co-workers? With all due respect, I don’t think I’d take pleasure in knowing my livelihood is dependent on murder.” You chose the latter. 

“Don’t knock yourself too short. That gaze of yours could certainly knock a man dead with just a look. Might as well play up your strengths.” He joked as he twirled a strand of your hair in between his fingers.

“You flatter me too much.”

He tugged on the strand his hand eliciting a reaction out of you that he had dreamed about on various nights,  “You haven’t answered me. You keep complaining about the same things and the same people. Why not just leave it all?” 

“And what? Leave Satoru by himself? I leave and then what becomes of him? The elders will just force him to be the next clan leader and fulfill my responsibilities. That’s not what I want for him.” You’ve fantasized about your life outside of all of this on multiple occasions. If fate had been fond of you right now, you’d be studying in college for a degree you weren’t a hundred percent certain of. Rest assured, you’d have a collective of people who would understand and make you feel certain that you’ll figure it out one day. You’d also be working a part-time job at a nearby cafe to sustain you and Satoru in a one-bedroom apartment near his elementary. He would certainly be a class clown that was adored by all as an individual. Craving the ordinary may seem foolish for other people and if it was then you were truly an idiot. 

“You keep mentioning other people in your future but you haven’t said what you want yet.” Alongside the unspoken rule of not speaking about Toji’s sexual outings, topics such as these were hardly ever spoken about. Whether it was because it never came up in conversation or because it was believed to be too much you didn’t know.

“I don’t know what I want. I don’t have dreams. I don’t have aspirations. What’s the point of leaving if I have nothing worth leaving for?  ” You shrugged after you removed yourself from his lap to sit upright but didn’t make an effort to create distance between the two of you.

“Do you need a reason to be free?” His tone of voice made his words feel like a throwaway statement. As if it were the most obvious thing in the world. However, those words would continue to hang over your head for years to come, trust me I would know.

From his perspective, he was doing anything to get by. He became a mercenary because it was something he was good at and it paid well. It wasn’t a dream of his nor something he wanted to do. The only thing that it guaranteed him was freedom and a new life. Just like you, he didn’t particularly know what he wanted to do when he decided to leave the clan. He just knew that it was something he needed to do for himself. 

Leaning your head into the conjugation of his neck and jaw, feeling yourself get drowsy you let your eyes fall shut. “Don’t feel like talking anymore. Just stay here.”

After hearing your soft breaths, he knew you had fallen asleep. This was the first time in a while that he noticed that you hadn’t even acknowledged the guests that would frequent the sky at this time of night. The illuminated decorations scattered throughout the sky form different shapes. He never actually retained any of the constellation shapes that you’d point out to him.  It was mostly the stories and the names that were attached to the constellations that he’d remember. Orion and Artemis were apparently constellations that would appear frequently as that’s a prominent story he remembered you telling him. I would tell you their story but now is not the time.

He wrapped an arm around your sleeping body to keep you steady and leaned his head over yours as he spoke to the stars, “Friends? I think she’s the only one out of the both of us that believes that.”

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[vaehbae]

Peace. Quiet. Calm.

Ezra Bridger could only have dreamed of such things during his time as both an orphan, and during his time in the Rebellion. He may have experienced some of it while isolated on Peridea, but this was something he preferred more.

The view of Lothal's capital city was something that literally came from a dream. He remembered first seeing it vividly alongside the spirits of his late parents during the night he learned of their deaths. However, the dream became a reality.

The galaxy was indeed shaken following Thrawn's return, but over the past few months, the tactical genius was no match for the stubborn will of New Republic military officials, and the famous Heroes of Endor, whom with joined hands of the Heroes of Lothal, turned the tables and put Imperial Remnants to route once again.

Regardless if there was nothing safe or sacred, it was a much deserved moment of relief Ezra wished he had earned earlier. For all the strife, fighting, and death that had to resume over the desire of totalitarian madmen who wanted to reclaim control over the galaxy and restart their ideas of suffering, the best thing he could do was live for all the good people that were lost. And for a very important reason...

He had been entranced by the shining and bustling beauty of the previously envisioned city when Sabine Wren -- his wife joined his side on the balcony. In her arms, the artistically destructive Mandalorian held a still bundle in her arms. Their ninetine month old daughter, Mira Wren-Bridger.

"Everytime I see you come out here, it's like you're always distracted by something that isn't even calling your name." She quipped. Sabine sure knew how to deliver sassy remarks, even after her life changed through marriage and motherhood.

"It's a good sight to go to sleep to." Ezra replied innocently, giving off a small chuckle when he felt his longtime best friend elbow him on the side.

"Well, I don't blame ya. I remember you mentioned seeing this after realizing what happened to your parents."

In the past, Ezra would have felt a tang of pain hit his heart about such a cruel and unfair reminder, no matter the wording, but he knew he was no longer the only one to have lost family after Sabine vented to him about her Clan getting slaughtered on Mandalore.

"It's not just that anymore."

Sabine looked over at him with a questioning gaze at his comment, making sure she still maintained a fair grip on little Mira in her arms, and so that the baby would not be awaken and make a fuss.

"We've made it happen, Sabine. All of us. I know deep down, my mom and dad would've been proud to see this. Right now, however, I just don't think I could ever thank you guys enough for helping to achieve this."

"As a Mandalorian, I don't take even the smallest of promises lightly. And as much as it's exhausting to bring up... you were counting on me at the same time."

That phrase had become very synonymous with Ezra's faith in his longtime best friend, and he already knew that when she brought him home, her promise had been fulfilled. There was truly no better person than Sabine that he could ask to ensure such things were sought through to the end, and he would never have it any other way.

"And you've kept your promise, Sabine. Thank you." He told her, turning his head to meet her gaze as his lips curled up to a warm smile. That smile was shared as they kissed briefly, before finally retiring inside their tower for a good night's rest.

Ezra was still unsure what new challenges awaited him for the future, but with Sabine by his side, he felt more at ease and ready to face them head on.

It felt like I just had ASMR cleanse over my brain cells reading this. It was so nice and welcoming oh my goodness. All the stress of the final episode just washed over me with this beauty!

Thank you for submitting! Genuine, It's the perfect amount of everything but not too overwhelming and so freaking cute!

[onecantsimply]

Hi There!

I might have an idea for Hanahaki disease Jack

But it also includes V for Vandetta reader so here:

I imagine that Jack, after knowing the Reader for a while and helping them, might have started to like them a bit too much. At first, he saw them as a friend but then he noticed something, every time they meet he couldn't stop staring at them, even if they were hiding their burned skin he thought that they are beautiful, every time they spoke he mostly focused on how their voice sounded and most importantly, his chest felt... Heavy? And he started to cough quite often... At first he thought nothing of it but then he saw rose petals coming out of his mouth followed by a bit of blood. When Reader tried to Ask if he was ok, he just smiled and told them not to worry about it.

When he finally wanted to tell them what is going on and about his feelings, they were already dying.

I'd like to think that the Reader knew but just couldn't accept his love because of their mission

"I'm so sorry you fell for someone so selfish as me"

Angst time here we go-

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• Jack never thought that he'd get someone really... special within his life. After the incident with his Mother, he didn't exactly think he could see a genuine one for him. I mean... he's a murderer. An assassin that's only ever wanted to see the colors of someone dark enough to make him feel content with his "purifying acts".

And yet, he couldn't help but want the warmth of feeling love again. He wanted to see his Mother's color again. He didn't want it fake, however. He wanted it genuine. Whether it was for him or not. He wanted at least a small sliver. After all, can't a changed man get a sliver of a wish he's truly wanted, but never knew of until much later in his life?

And then he met you. "V", as he and others called you. Such an interesting person. Someone that blew up a statue with music you viewed as excellent and fascinating. Jack never did get to see your face by the time, but he was sure your expression was twisted with glee at your acts of rebellion.

Meeting you again, with you two having no care for the LPD that would soon surround the two of you. Fighting you was a joy to behold. Both of you seemed to fight almost the exact same. Think the same. And even process the same. Both experienced in your arts, cautious with what you do, reckless when you know what to do, and knowledgeable of what happens most of the time.

Meeting you again after you had planned to set off a bomb... Jack helped you with it. Even if he did get injured, and even if you two hadn't exactly communicated with each other much during that time. Thanks to him helping you, you had saved him from getting arrested, and even took care of his wounds whilst he was recovering.

He seemed greatly appreciative of your help, especially when you had cooked him something while allowing him to read from your own library.

Even if he had questioned you about the singed marks on your hands, you had regarded it as a "not so good table conversation" before moving it to something else. Yet, Jack didn't seem to care for it. After all, he didn't know you for your appearance.

The Shadow Gallery was something you two had looked at together as well.

Jack seemed stunned at the fact that you had stolen most of it, or rather, "returned then to where they rightfully belonged." But yet, having you guide him through everything always put him amazement. But, he started to feel warm. As if this was a friendship that he could actually start on.

Something he could actually trust instead of knowing fully well that he may get ambushed on a certain bridge above Lake Thames. No. You brung off a different energy. Something alike to his own. But, you weren't as twisted as he was. In fact, you were in line with the things you wanted to do.

You were never corrupt. You were never... desperate for certain colors. You were never desperate to see someone dead as their colors of life faded away in fear. Instead... you were focused on something much bigger.

A corrupt government that needed to be taught a lesson. Your way of doing things were... fascinating. Stealing things from supply trains, stealing the paintings and adding it to your Shadow Gallery. Getting rid of those you needed to just to execute your plan perfectly, blowing up statues...

In time, Jack had begun to figure out that these "friendly" feelings he had were not in fact platonic. The way he focused on your voice, the way you spoke, the way you walked, and the way you had done things... He mentally questioned if he would look at himself like this since he practically does the same thing, but he knew that it wouldn't be the same.

You were perfect in his eyes. Singed skin? Who cares. Dark past? Nonsense. He doesn't care. He has his own past of his own that he wouldn't like to share either. But, with the feelings rising up in his chest, he saw that you were focused on something else. Of course, you counted on him. As a friend. Someone you could count on. And that seemed to break his heart slightly.

It was then that Jack had begun to cough.

He brushed it off as a simple slight problem. But, he couldn't brush it off when he started to cough further. He even started to cough out sakura petals. Jack knew you noticed. And even if you questioned him, he had just brushed it off as a small cough.

Your concern and worry made him feel warm inside. It made him want to tell you how he felt. But when he looked into your colors... he held back on it. You looked so focused. Determined. Jack never had anything against it. In fact, he thought you looked beautiful with that kind of color in you.

But so badly... he wanted to confess, or at least hold your hand.

However, he couldn't. And as time went on, Jack got worse.

But, so did you.

He was accompanying you on something after a rebellion you started. You got shot in the sewers. Even if you did manage to survive some of it, considering your bulletproof armor under your clothes, you were still badly injured. And there was nothing Jack could do.

He knew you wanted to go out with one last surprise. And he wanted to as well. Especially when he knew there was something growing inside of him. Whether it be his feelings for you, or this sakura petal tree inside of him. He knew it was connected to his feelings for you, and he wanted to go out with you.

But, he wanted to let you know how he felt. After he got you out of the sewer, he had pulled you into some place at least moderately safe, and confessed there.

Even if it were in an alley, dirty and piss stained, as well as filled with trash, as well as your blood, Jack had confessed. His every feeling, as well as his every ounce of trust.

To have you say that you knew didn't shock him. He knew you were perceptive. But, he wanted to know what your feelings for him were. To hear that you were apologetic about not acknowledging his feelings crushed him. But not in the way that would make him feel negatively for you. But instead, it only pulled him closer to you.

He never did take off your mask whilst listening to you. Even as he kept a grip on your hand whilst you were slipping from his life.

It only made it worse once his coughing got more intense, and that you had apologized.

"I'm sorry that you fell for someone as selfish as I."

Jack had only smiled in reply, refusing your words before speaking of how meeting and becoming friends with you was the best moments of his life, even if some of it were irritating.

The only regret he really had was not being able to confess sooner. But yet, this was perfect enough.

Considering you never accepted his feelings before death, Jack had took care of everything. The explosives, as well as the train that would soon make its way under a statue that you so longed to destroy.

Jack spent his final moments with you, dying from the disease caught in his body before you two had blown up the statue, going out with a certain bang that had freed London from its government.

[gierosajie]

TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR GENSHIN MADOKA AU PLEASE

also your art is really good. i love it. it is *chefs kiss* amazing

THANK YOU! :D

Okay so- we all know how the au ends, so I wanna ramble a bit on how it started

Venti and his mom moved into town because Reasons (Istaroth may or may not be on the run from something and is trying to just live her life in peace) where Venti meets NB (name still pending) and the rest of his rebellion friends in canon

It honestly just plays out as much as you'd expect. Everything's fine until it isn't

So I still haven't worked out this part yet, but it involves a collapsing building and everyone being at the wrong place at the wrong time. I mentioned before somewhere that Venti came home all dusty and covered in blood that day and yeah this is why

And then the demon cat himself shows up offering a solution at the low low price of Venti's soul. Venti, being an impulsive 14 year old at the time who just found 2 of his friends dead and is riddled in guilt, takes it up

His wish had something to do about wanting to change even just a little thing so bam! He gets to have minor time travel powers and goes back to trip up NB and pull Amos away with him, so crisis averted!

They still end up on the news tho and Raggy, being the responsible oldest, personally gets everyone home safe

There's a scene where Istaroth looks at Venti, then to Gunnhildr and Raggy, pulls Venti inside and slams the door in ther faces

Also, here's just a bunch of random stuff

All the og 7 were already magical girls by the time they met. They all had their separate territories and never interacted until a few of them ended up coming across each other hunting a witch. Venti was the one to suggest they all keep in contact and one of them managed to get the last few into the group

Makoto taught Venti how to make paper stars and throughout the au, Venti is filling up a bottle with them that has the Seven's colors, though it never gets finished

Ei isn't a magical girl and never ends up as one, she's just a teenage girl with a naginata fighting horrors beyond comprehension

They think Venti's magic involves splitting because of how some of his attacks have him appear at several places at once. It's actually just the timeline getting messed around with a bit

Also, almost everyone thinks being around Venti makes them luckier when in reality Venti's just using magic to make things more convenient for his friends sometimes

Venti's witch form can completely regenerate from his familiars since they're also a part of him and could immediately manifest in another area as soon as he gets defeated, bringing the grief seed along with him. The fight would've been quicker with Venti's magic allowing everyone to destroy the witch at the same time but.

Missing persons cases went up significantly during the week the rest of the Seven were fighting Venti

Rukkha was gonna be a big sister

Venti, Vennessa, NB, and Dvalin all go to the same school and sometimes have lunch at the roof. Their school has no rooftop floor, they're literally just on the roof of one of the buildings

Istaroth regularly swings a bat at Kyubey whenever the thing shows up near their house while Venti isn't looking

Zhongli is very much intimidated by Venti's mom, but he won't ever admit that

Venti knew about the witches but never told anyone until just before he became one

[thewitchqueenofharrenhal]

It's so funny to me that all Targs do is brag and only take take take and think they are better than everyone else because of blood/fire magic and dragons and then you have Martells who don't brag, who are not interested in conquesting all Westeros, they are fine with having only Dorne, so they are not greedy to have all continent bow to them, they have absolutely unique bond with smallfolk (meaning they actaully have been caring for their people because dornish smallfolk doesn't seem as those who would be ready to go for a war for members of house Nymeros Martell if all Martells ever did was wave to them while travelling across Dorne), they most surely have worked hard to keep Dorne united so houses won't rebel like during Blackfyre rebellions, they are fine with having bastards (Oberyn legitimizing his daughters surely wasn't the first situation like this), princes and princesses are mostly wed to members of dornish houses so they could still have lovers if they want because lords from other parts of Westeros won't allow them, so they simply don't marry them XD if Oberyn was so serious about legitimizing his kids and giving them education I imagine every prince and every princess of house Martell is very good educated; and last thing - they never start a war. It's always others (mostly Targs) and Dorne always knows how to resist them and they show Targs they won't dictate them anything or make demands. I could write 100 reasons why Martells are the best house XD I love them so much and I think secretly Targs either hate them or love them. Either way, they are the best

All I heard was stan House Martell 🤝❤️

Lol but no seriously I genuinely adore House Targaryen I just don’t particularly like the fanon House Targaryen.

Let’s talk about the sins of old Valyria and it’s doom potentially following House Targaryen to Westeros. Let’s talk about a family that no longer has that reported “blood magic” and instead is desperately holding on to the dragon power by forcing siblings to wed one another consequences be damned and under the guise of “uniqueness”. What desperation must have creeped in when a family that prides themselves in being “above men” found themselves with no dragons. Egg Targaryen who we meet so young and so clever and so full of longing to change the world bringing his family just for the Tragedy of Summerhall to occur!. Little Daenerys Targaryen alone in the world bringing the glory of her house back into being on the pyre of an enslaved woman. It would be remiss to discard how interesting House Targaryen can be.

I think there is a clear difference with the Nymeria seeking sanctuary and a home from the Valyrian slavers and Aegon and his sisters seeking to conquer all based on a reported “dream”.

House Martell definitely does have a unique almost symbiotic relationship with their smallfolk and I wish people would talk about it more. That’s not to say certain Targaryens didn’t earn the love of their people.

Dorne is incredibly unique and light years ahead of most of Westeros. I actually don’t believe any sand snake is legitimatized they are still bastards but they lived a far more privileged life than a regular bastard akin to Jon Snow. Oberyn is unique in training his daughters both in Education and Warcraft.

I can’t see why Dornish houses would want to marry outside it’s border without big benefits such as Myriah and Dyanna two famous Dornish ladies who wed into House Targaryen.

The most feral Targ Stan’s will never forgive House Martell for repeatedly saying ✨ No ✨and backing up their words - Rhaenys Targaryen anyone? But Dorne is one of the biggest examples of House Targaryen attempting to subjugate and force themselves upon a region that did not want them. This is especially showcased in the fact that it’s Dorne smallfolk who led the fight against them not nobles. It’s also very interesting to me that folks love to counter claims of House Targaryen being colonizers by pointing out that they wanted to adopt Westerosi customs, its a real shame they didn’t want to adopt customs popular in Dorne such as absolute primogeniture and outlawing domestic violence. Could have saved them the dance of dragons and ridiculous concepts such as the rule of six 🫢

I’m ethnic so I immediately found myself extremely fond of the folks who resisted against the “magical white people who know better” lol.

House Martell is my favorite house so I am biased in saying I agree lol 🤝 House Targaryen absolutely loves them lol - they had to marry them to get to join their kingdom, not to mention Baelor Breakspear was the best king that House Targaryen could have ever had and he was the son of a Martell woman.

Targ Stan’s absolutely love House Martell too lmao it’s why every week they make their bitter posts about how uncool Nymeria and Meria Martell were only too change their tune the following week to parrot George’s words comparing Daenerys to Nymeria or claiming Meria as a Daenerys ancestor. Don’t even get me started on the absolute rageeeee Elia of Dorne illicits from them until they remember she was Daenerys’s aunt of course.

Alas it’s all very silly stan culture bleeding into media and it’s frankly VERY silly to follow when trying to enjoy something like Asoiaf.

[misselko]

Lovely Distraction

Hardworker Dimitri gets hard when he sees you in such a bold, provocative lingerie. Winter in Faerghus might be bitter and harsh, but your lovely husband is always more than eager to keep you warm thorougly and properly with his muscular body.

Warnings: Sex, lingerie, suggestive content, smut, creampie, breeding kink

Your bed is cold as you try to make yourself comfortable under the sheets, the other half of the mattress painfully empty with the absence of your husband. He’s off doing work in his study room, buried in a massive stack of paperwork despite it being some ungodly hour of the late night. Dimitri’s work is never finished as the new king of the United Fódlan.

As much as you love and appreciate his diligence, you wish Dimitri would take more breaks during the days and stop his work in the evenings so he could spend his nights with you. Your personal time as husband and wife is far and few between these days, it seems.

You bite your tongue, not wanting to sound like a nagging wife. But there are moments as time goes on that you feel very alone. Dimitri would leave early in the morning for his daily training and meetings and come back to your shared Royal Chamber late at night when you are fast asleep. Sometimes there are even times when he is gone for weeks for his kingly duties or quelling minor rebellions on borderlines, making you worry about him and think of the worst.

How long has it been since the last time you spend your time together? A month? Two month? Dimitri deserves a nice break. Maybe a little distraction could help.

You push yourself out of bed and change your outfit into something more appropriate for visiting Dimitri at his desk. Covering yourself up with a blue silk dressing gown, you leave your room to go find him.

You make your way over to Dimitri after pushing open the door to his study room and shutting it behind you softly, who’s hunched over his desk, quill scribbling haphazardly in his hand.

“Dimitri, it’s late,” you say softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. “Come to bed.”

“Apologies, my beloved,” he replies, setting his quill and papers aside to reach up and lace a hand through one of yours. “Just a little bit more.”

“But I want you in bed now,” you whisper, kissing the side of his face. “Is there anything I can do to persuade you to drop whatever you’re doing and finish it in the morning, Dima?”

“I’ll join you later. Unfortunately these papers won’t finish themselves,” he chuckles softly.

“But I have a pleasant surprise for you—hopefully this’ll change your mind, love.” You pull your arms away from his shoulders and work on undoing the ribbon around your waist that keeps your dressing gown closed. The gossamer silk falls to the floor below silently, leaving you in a delicate harmony of white lace and blue ribbons.

Dimitri turns to face you, opening his mouth to say something, but he’s robbed of any speech when he takes in what you’re wearing. His cheeks turn red, so red you can see it in the dimly-lit room, blush illuminated by the oil lamps on his desk.

The blue velvet dainty ribbon wraps around your breasts is the shade of blue that leaves little to none for the imagination. Subtle flimsy lace along the top barely covering your breasts, disappears in the plunging neckline—suggesting a bold look. Pearl white fading into captivating sheer blue satin that accentuates your body perfectly.

Dimitri’s breathing is starting to come in pants as he reaches out to drag the pad of his thumb along the border between lace and skin. His skin is rough and warm, a luxurious contrast to the smooth texture of the lace. A breathy moan escapes from your throat when his large hands move along the lace of your leggings up onto sultry garter straps and your matching panties. It always seems like he is worshiping you with his hands any time he touches you like this.

“Do you know what you do to me, beloved?”

Dimitri pulled back with a lidded eye as he mouthed a thankful prayer to the Goddess Sothis. He’s struggling to find words: a compliment, a reprimand, anything.

“This is far from appropriate,” he exhales after what feels like years of torment. “I suggest you should cover up, dear. Winter cold is bitter and unforgiving here, in Faerghus.” The way his eye is darting all over your body betrays the way he scolds you for your clothing.

“Maybe I’ll need you to persuade me, Dima. I’m freezing,” you tease, stepping forward to circle around his chair, sitting on his lap. Your thighs are essentially bare against him, the sheer silk of your stockings and lace of your garter belt doing little to keep you modest.

You’re so very warm and your warmth makes Dimitri feel so alive. So alive. “Beloved, I insist, we should be getting to bed now. I-I will do my best to warm you, then,” Dimitri stammers, hands placed awkwardly on his desk. As arousing as you look right now, he’s far too embarrassed to reach out and grab you. This is his very first time seeing you in such a provocative ensemble.

You giggle, leaning forward to press your breasts up against his chest. The two of you are impossibly close now, bodies separated only by what he’s wearing, since your outfit can hardly be considered clothing. “But you were so insistent on getting your work done that you said you didn’t want to come to bed yet. Had a change of mind?”

He doesn’t have a reply this time, if his stutters and blushing are any indication for that.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s at least have some alone time before we go to bed,” you offer, taking his hands in your palms and bringing his hands around to rest on your butt—bare, save for the straps of your garter belt that connect to your thigh-high stockings. Dimitri settles his palms onto your warm skin tentatively—his prudishness hasn’t faded in the months since marrying you.

Despite his hesitance, you can feel Dimitri hardening beneath his trousers, a bulge pressing up against your inner thigh. He leans in close to catch your lips in his as he moves his hands off of your ass to fondle your breasts. Pulling away from your lips to look you in the eye, Dimitri reaches for his large fur cloak on his desk and drapes it over your body.

“Let’s take some time to ourselves then.” Dimitri’s voice is husky as he whispers into your ear. Never in your life you had him tidying his desk in such a flash. Dimitri carries you back to your shared Royal Chamber Dimitri with utmost attention—careful to not hurt you with his inhumane strength.

A gentle smile blossoms on your lips when you tease him. “This giant cloak and fireplace are sufficient for me, Dima. I feel warm enough already.”

Dimitri raises a brow at you before he starts his strides to get you to your shared chambers. You know that hungry look, and your heart is thrumming within your chest from the excitement. Dimitri presses a kiss to your forehead before you rest your head against his chest as he continues towards the door. His boots echo through the hall as you are enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in his embrace. You can only hear his loud heartbeat in your ear, accentuating excitement that is visible on his flushed crimson cheeks.

The chill air and his fingers against your thighs make you shiver against the door. You barely close it behind your back when Dimitri turns his attention to the top of your breasts to nibble at the exposed flesh. He makes a short work of your lingerie—tearing the delicate fabrics with his teeth and hands, leaving you bare in seconds. Your breath catches from the intensity of the desire you see within Dimitri’s cerulean eye as he pulls you away from the wall, then lays you carefully on the bed—hungry eye feasts on your own.

Dimitri’s touch is reverent as his hands trace up your legs, brushing over your crotch. They continue their path upwards, grazing your body, over the curve of your breast, and the plane of your chest, making you shudder with excitement.

“I’m not done with you like this just yet, my love. Please let me know if I hurt you. It’s... been awhile.”

The tender kiss to your lips has you ripping open your eyes, blinking back the lust to admire the man on top of you. It’s maddening, how beautiful Dimitri is, especially in moments like this, when he thinks he’s being too rough on you while he is pressing the softest of kisses to your face.

“I trust you, Dima. You will never bring any harm to me,” you pause and give him a chaste kiss on his nose, “I-I want more of your attention. I miss you far too much, my love.”

Happy tears are brimming on Dimitri’s eye from your words. He presses his forehead against yours and murmurs, “Me too... I still don’t know what I did to deserve you, my dearest (Y/N).”

You’re surprised how well Dimitri is holding himself together because you are a puddle beneath his palms. He presses a finger to your lips and you obey immediately, licking the digit all over until it’s wet and his eye doesn’t leave yours as you work—Dimitri doesn’t even blink. It makes everything so much hotter and his cock jumps with desperate need.

His wet hand drags down, across the column of your neck, circling around your nipple. Cerulean blue eye meet yours, asking silent permission. You nod once, unable to look away as Dimitri hooks his fingers—tearing over your lacy panties keenly—the last article of clothing on your body.

You had lost count of how many of your garments Dimitri had ripped on purpose or accident. It is going to be another long night in his arms, but you certainly wouldn’t be complaining.

Finally, Dimitri makes it to your wet pussy, circling around it, and dips his finger inside, the slick allowing it to slide in easily. You can’t bite back the whine trying to escape when Dimitri pumps his finger in a steady rhythm, his thumb brushing over your clit.

Your legs tremble, nearly ready to collapse from the pleasure mounting higher and higher. You feel like your heart is pulsing between your legs, thumping louder and harder until you could no longer hold back. Gripping at the crumpled sheets under your hands, you gasp and cry out his name as a breathtaking climax runs through you.

Slowly you’re coming down, meeting that mesmerizing blue eye, blissed out from Dimitri’s fingers. You shudder at the loss when Dimitri slowly pulls his finger out of you, already missing the warmth. Your cheeks blossom with red when you watch as he brings it to his own mouth, sucking the taste of you off.

“D-Dima!! W-what are you doing?”

Heat pools in your stomach again as his tongue peeks out, licking the remnants of your juice from the tip of his thumb erotically.

“It saddens me beyond measure that I could not savor your sweet nectar, beloved. But I would agree that I wouldn’t want anyone else seeing your angelic beauty. That flush on your face while you breathe my name is something only I should be so lucky to take pleasure in, beloved.”

Your heart swells with pang of sadness and love for Dimitri. You can’t help but to kiss your husband passionately—pouring all of your love, soul, and devotion to him. It is a miracle that Dimitri is able to pull away gently from your embrace, backing off the bed to strip out of his boots, clothes, and pants hastily.

Dimitri crawls up your body with his nose and lips brushing your skin, taking in your scent. He turns your head and plants a heated kiss on your lips; stealing your breath and you eagerly pressed back with an insatiable hunger. You can faintly taste yourself in his mouth as Dimitri brings his hands forward to caress your skin, cupping at your breasts and kneading them in his hands. He tenderly fondles them, adoring their softness.

“You are one of the most amazing gifts I have ever received, (Y/N).” Dimitri brushes each thumb over your nipples, watching the pink buds harden. Those fingers begin to tease your nipples, twisting and tweaking at them in ways that make your hips jerk forward more to grind against his cock.

Humming in approval, your husband gives a light squeeze and chuckles at the gasp that falls from your throat. You take in a sharp inhale when he leans downwards to suck tenderly upon the hardened nipple, wiggling his tongue all across one of your breasts. His other hand keeps groping the other one between his fingers, all while your hips rock together in blissful harmony, enjoying how soft and delicate you feel beneath him.

His large hands slip around to grab your thighs when they melt into the mattress, ready for him. Dimitri’s intense grip will leave bruises tomorrow but you are going to pay it no mind—not when he sighs against your mouth, bucking his hips deliciously. His utter strength pushes you up the bed, has your back arching up into his warm, muscular body. Like a saccharine, you are eager for more delicious frictions but he presses you flat with his large hand on your stomach. Every point of contact your body has with him is on fire, alight with his touch.

“Dimitri,” you breathe, “Please,” you beg, raking your fingers desperately through his hair.

“Your wish is my command, my love.” Dimitri growls and aligns himself in front of your entrance. The tip pushed the outer lips apart with ease, and you gracefully accepted him inside. “F-Feels heavenly as always.” He groans at the tightness that surrounds his cock before beginning to pull back and thrusts forward to push his length deep inside of your pussy.

Dimitri did not falter with his thrusting. He impales his cock inside of your cunt, growling at how you squeeze his length each time he shifts his hips. It is perfect.

The bed begins to creak violently underneath the two of you as he increases in speed. Snapping forward with his hips, he starts to hit inside much quicker. The urgency of his sharp thrusts makes you gasp for a breath, air knocked out of your lungs, while finding a grip in his hair again to pull on.

His hips drive into you with more forceful pounding, permeating the room with the sounds of your love making—it is going to bruise from his force. This is ecstasy; The force behind his rams made you gasp and grunt, clawing at the sheets between your fingers with desperate need.

“Dima... I-I....!!”

Your body is overrun with the euphoria of another climax, cumming across his cock as he fucks you through the mind boggling orgasm. Your eyes roll back, and you shut them tight, twitching as Dimitri continues to stimulate you with rough thrusts.

You try to move and meet his thrusts but it’s all messy because you can’t think straight and all of a sudden he's grabbing both of your wrists from where they wander down the hills of his back, pinning them high above your head.

“Dima,” you slur, trying to move your hands from his grip. You want to touch him so badly, but his grip stays firm. “More…”

Whines and moans slipping past your lips without your permission each time he pushes forward with fervor—raw and fast. Dimitri feels himself on the precipice of release, getting closer each time the head of his dick kisses your cervix. He thrusts into you two, three, four more times before he grunts, pushing himself up to the hilt as his cock throbs inside of you.

“T-take it all, beloved!!”

Gasping, his cock bursts inside of you, releasing thick, warm loads of cum flooding inside of your womb. You let out a sharp cry of pleasure as you yourself come undone beneath him.

Everything’s all blurred and fuzzy, blissed out from your intense love making. You can feel Dimitri tremble as he groans into your skin, his nose buried deep in your neck. Dimitri stays still once the last bit twitches out, feeling his cock start to soften.

“Thank you, Dima. That was wonderful...” You whisper, still catching your breath after being so thoroughly railed by your husband. But Dimitri just smiles sweetly, leaning down to kiss you on top of your sweaty forehead, pushing some hair back from your eyes.

“Now that you feel warm enough... That was a great prelude,” Dimitri muses, trying to catch your breath. “May we have another round?"

Rosy pink on Dimitri’s cheeks is a juxtaposition to his recent ferocity. Your heart melts when you watch him fiddling with the blanket nervously and looks away from you. He doesn’t even notice when you reach for something else to wear from your wardrobe.

“I would not mind another intrusion like this on my study room in the future from my lovely wi—.... Beloved!? W-What are you w-wearing...!!”

“I feel a bit cold since you have ruined my clothes. So I had to wear yours, Dima.” You can hear Dimitri’s breath hitched in his throat when he sees you clad only in his fur cloak and a small strip of panties with sheer flower embroidery. An innocent smile on your lips is a sinful contrast to the enchanting picturesque—especially when Dimitri is gawking at his thick cum dribbles on your inner thighs lewdly.

”I will make sure that you are... Ahem. Thoroughly and properly warmed, then, beloved,” he gulps and pulls you on his lap, admiring your gorgeous body. “I do not think we would get any sleep if you keep on teasing me like this, (Y/N).”

“Then let us not.”

He puffs out a laugh and it’s music to your ears. You can’t help yourself rolling over and kissing the sound from his mouth, tasting the sweet noise on your tongue.

Dimitri sure has a soft spot for delicate lingeries. You make a mental note to send your personal thanks later to Mercedes and Annette who had recommended them to you. It would be wise to get more to provide for your husband more..... distractions in the future.

[nimata-beroya]

MY THOUGHTS ON AHSOKA- Part 3 "Time to Fly"

My first thought: it was much better than the first 2. Altho, I wish it had been a tad longer, even if the length is somewhat consistent with the Mandoverse shows.

As a Rebels fan, I feel fed. I finally got to see 1 character out of the 4 I want to see, so there's hope that soon I'll see the rest. Right, Filoni? RIGHT?!!

Hopes aside, let's get to the details of this episode.

I loved Sabine's training session, both with Huyang and Ahsoka. It reminded me a lot of The Trials of the Darksaber. The constant callbacks are impossible not to have them. And Huyang, please!! 🤣

Also, I loved the music during that scene (and throughout the whole episode). Well, is Kevin Kiner, what else could I have expected but greatness?

Honestly, I knew that the meeting with the senators and Mon Mothma was going to go as exactly as it went. I knew Hamato Xiono was going to be that jerk, and the rest of the senators wouldn't be any better. What I did love was Mon asking for Jacen (!!! which gave me hope to see him soon) and joking about the chaos the kid and Chopper surely were causing. My headcanon is that Mon is just remembering their shenanigans in Yavin 4 or Hoth or whatever else Hera has been stationed since then.

And I'm glad that they pointed out that even Hera believed Ezra is dead, she still looked for him. As I said in my review last week, I think Hera made herself believe that, otherwise she couldn't have lived her life, and raise Jacen and fight in the rebellion and now help with the new republic. The uncertainty of someone's disappearance is much harder to bear than their death.

Oh my gosh! The scream I let out when Jacen appeared!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭 He's so precious!!! With his green hair and saying Aunt Sabine (that means he calls Uncles Zeb and Alex/Sasha/Kallus, right?) and wanting to be a jedi just like his dad was (Would have been too much to name Kanan, just once??!!) Anyway... we got live-action Jacen!!!!!!

I love the conversation about the force between Ahsoka and Sabine. It put to rest some of my doubts about the whole Sabine being Ahsoka's padawan thing. How they explained it is pretty much how I think the Force works, so it felt good to have it explicitly confirmed in canon. And like it has been said, just talent isn't enough, just like in real life. Some people have a natural talent for an art or anything really, and if they cultivate it, then they'll excel at it. But that doesn't mean that other people less talented cannot reach the same level of excellence; they just need to work harder to get there.

And the opposite is also true. If a talented person doesn't work on their talent, it can become stagnant or even lose the ability altogether. With the Jedi, we've seen it with many Order 66 survivors. Obi-Wan, Kanan, Cere, Cal, Grogu, etc., they cut themselves from the Force either on purpose or as a trauma response, and all had to work to gain the control of his powers back.

Also, I think seeing the Force this way, it recognizes the different religions and presentation of the Force throughout the galaxy. People like Sabine or Chirrut Imwe or even Han Solo, or entire species like the Lasat or Chiss that for whatever reason the Force works different for them.

About the comment about the standards that Jedi had to accept younglings in the Order, I mean, I get it. The jedi couldn't accept everyone. They had to focus on those who had better chances to keep up with the training. Not just that, those were also at a greater risk to misuse the Force if they managed to gain some control over it on their own or under bad influences.

Huyang mentioning the disaster lineage was the best!!

The dog fight was great. Marrok finally spoke, and as expected, the baddies in fighting couldn't be left out. And I love that when Ahsoka and Sabine started to work together is when they shot down the fighters. And Ahsoka going outside in a space suit felt taken out of an episode of TCW. Really cool!

PURRGIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We have Purrgil!!!!!!!!!!!! I love those space whales/squids things so much. My only complaint is that they should've destroyed at least one of the fighters. I mean, aren't the Purrgils famous for destroying ships that come in contact with? I'm just saying!

Like I said in the beginning, I love this episode, and it has my hyped for what will come next! 👉👈 Is it Tuesday yet? 🥺

[vigilskeep]

if you have a mage as the hof but don't romance anders, he will say at the beginning of third act: "How can people be so blind? A mage saved all of us from the Blight! But it makes no difference." thought to share since you probably won't get this line with your future characters, and i personally like every bit when past protagonist gets mentioned :) also i'm curious, does bethany talk about the warden if they're surana? because with amell she kind of idolizes them and even muses about how SHE could have become the hero of ferelden, like, at least twise ("Mother watched her cousin lose so many children to the Circle. It was her worst fear. And then one of them became the Hero of Ferelden and saved us all." and "I used to wish I had just been taken by the Circle. Like our cousins. I could have been the Hero of Ferelden.") and it makes me. go oouugh. i can't articulate my thoughts well but she's so full of baggage, she's so complicated compared to how she appears at first glance. she's the reason i switched my main hawke's class. i derailed <3

ah i actually remember that line from my first da2 playthrough!! i’d forgotten abt it but i loved it sm. it’s such a shame you don’t get it if romancing anders. i would love that line for minerva because it’s so relevant to her—she did think being the hero of ferelden would change things and it never did :(

and no you don’t get those bethany lines for surana. aughhh that’s so sweet and so sad. i love bethany so much... i would love for this worldstate’s bethany to meet minerva some time even if this bethy doesn’t join the wardens. i’ll figure something out. they’d be so interesting and it would be good for them. and i’d love for bethy to meet my amell, halliserre, even if they’re tranquil... maybe during the rebellion or smth

[aromanticbuck]

I’m a useless lesbian so tell me about Erin, Hailey, and/or Kim in the hockey au!!! 🏒

oh god that's multiple people I have to figure out, huh? uh... I honestly hadn't thought about Erin and Hailey yet. in theory, they have a place in this universe, but it's hard?

Erin

I don't want to keep using the "Jay's girlfriend who left him" thing for Erin because, as much I use it as a plot point, she deserves better than that. I think she'd still have grown up around the Voight family, still had her teenage rebellion, still wanted to do something to pointedly distance herself from her mother and keep something solid under her, if that makes sense? I don't know if I'd make her do the whole Follow In Hank's Footsteps And Be A Cop thing tho.

It would be neat to see her interact with the law in other ways, though? Maybe she went to school, got a degree, isn't exactly a lawyer - because woah that's a lot of school and not quite what I envision for her - but like... I don't know where I was going with this. Maybe some kind of social service job? Maybe doing a community outreach thing? Helping teens who are in a rough spot like she was, running a substance abuse help center? Something like that. Still helping people, just without the badge, if that makes sense.

It's a rich boy Mouse AU, maybe she's loosely friends with Greg because one of her programs benefited from a charity gala one year and they're the same age (canonically!!!) so they ended up talking at the event and now they're Facebook friends and wish each other happy birthday every year and meet up for drinks every few months to catch up.

Hailey

Another difficult one. Because this is very much so a Moustead AU, not Cozy Trio (as much as I love them, I took on too much with YOTP this year and I feel burnt out, so I'm taking a break).

As much as I don't want to do it (because I'm already basically doing it with Chefs AU eventually), it would make a lot of sense, in this universe, for her to be a part of her parents' restaurant, in some way. Not in any meaningful way, at first, but maybe she's the one who suggests expanding? Buying a space in the little arena that the Mice play in and selling food there during games to make a little extra money for the business. And, because it was her idea, it's hers to run with over summer breaks and when she finishes high school - whether it succeeds or she crashes and burns with it.

So she knows Jay, very loosely? Because he was at practice for a few of her location scouting trips, and she was just a kid, and there's no games during the summer so he only saw her on scattered afternoons when he went to skate. She doesn't actually run the little outlet of the restaurant, so to speak, full time until the summer before Jay and Greg meet and start to get together. But like... they know each other's names? And he'll get a late dinner from her if the game goes into OT? They've talked and they're friendly but they're not friends.

Kim

I'm still figuring out the exact details of Kim. Because @fighterkimburgess mentioned that this could easily be an actual siblings AU (Greg and Kim as half siblings because Gregory's a whore), and they're right. And if that's the case for this AU, I want it to be closer to the Gerwitz Siblings AU instead of something where they meet later in life? Where they were kinda-sorta raised together near the end of their teens but aren't as close as they are in that one?

Because it's kind of obvious that Kim is only included in the family for the sake of appearances, and Greg is very clearly being groomed to take over the family business and, presumably, he's the one who will actually pass on the family name to kids (he won't, he's very gay, but it's cute that everyone thinks that), and she definitely falls off the public radar a bit more when she starts dating Adam Ruzek, a player on her father's minor league hockey team. Her decisions don't matter in the grand scheme because the entire family legacy isn't on her shoulders, so she's kind of lucky, in that respect.

She gets to date Adam, and cheer him on openly at games, and be happy. Unlike her half brother, who is closeted, and when he does start dating someone, he can't be open about it, and he can't just start suddenly showing up at games and cheering on the Mice louder than everyone else when he's openly frowned upon the fact that his father bought the team at all. Kim gets it easier, and she knows that, and she's thankful for it. (yes, Burzek is here, because it's me, but also because canon gave us them literally playing hockey with Mack and I was supposed to let the opportunity pass me by???)

[ ask me about the hockey au ]

[1000sunnygo]

Hello! I would love to hear your thoughts about these 5 lovely women. If thats ok. Sorry for randomly asking.

I love them sm i wish we got to know more about them. Also, I do apologize if i accidentally spoiled you.

Hey shobi-enzo!

The Sisters! I thought they're great from the little we've seen of them. Unlike others, the four sisters know who their children are, their existence gave these women a reason to rebel. What happened afterward? Did they personally meet and talk to their kids? Where are they living now anyway? It could be great if we knew more about them.

I dig Matilda's character design! We often talked about her whenever she appeared. I don't know if you'd been around the fandom during serialization but Matilda was part of "Sister-Minerva supporter collaboration to take down Ratris" theory, if I remember correctly, because she's a Sister who appeared in chapter 23 and again in one of the fallen cast scripts in ch. 118 color page.

Which is interesting, because we assumed the fallen scripts belonged to characters who died. She was there either because it wasn't yet decided if she'd remain alive or dead, or Shirai (and Posuka) just wanted the readers to pay attention to this particular character so we can remember her when she becomes relevant.

Shirai once again brought her up in the fanbook, which released a couple of months prior to the release of Isabella side story.

It seems giving focus to sisters was a part of Shirai's old plan, I'm glad he could pull it off eventually.

I don't think Matilda is Norman's mom, by the way. I HC that his mother was highly intelligent and demons wanted more children with her DNA, but she was physically weak and eventually died. Norman was her only child and was deemed extremely valuable, thus was sent to the best plant in spite of his unusually poor health.

Sienna is very likely Sherry or Carol's mom, given red hair is rare and recessive (although we don't know her hair color for sure). She's the "docile and submissive woman hence valuable" meaning suitable for reproducing, probably birthed numerous "high quality" children who were selected for Isabella's plant.

I liked her most tbh, probably because her silent resignation was relatable somehow :')

I'm pretty sure this image is hers and if so, she's even younger than Cecile and there are ~100 children born between her and Isabella. So I don't think she's Emma's mother.

Scarlet being Don's mom is somewhat likely, because her immediate reaction was "I thought s/he died long ago!" -> likely birthed one of the older kids.

I don't have any theory about Jessica but I remember finding her character description funny lol.

As for Cecile, I'd totally eat the theory of her being Norman's mom if I could. But she's a lot younger than Isabella, it's probably not possible.

I think the novel portrayed her better than the side chapter. (Shoutout to @/14thNeah on Twitter and @standreamy for their amazing translation!) This story becoming a side chapter was unexpected because it didn't have to exist in two different versions (novel+manga), it gives me hope that Shirai would write side stories about every major character/faction including the Demons, Ratris, Yugo/Lucas and Lambda.

Whenever we get a new volume that records these side stories, I hope the Sisters will be drawn in color.

Random fun fact: when Shirai wrote Isabella and the Sisters' rebellion against Peter, he was playing P!nk and Lady Gaga's songs for the "female rebellion" inspiration-burst. [S]