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starshipsofstarlord · 2 days ago

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lap girl (8) | daryl dixon

summary. daryl is frustrated, forced to rest in his and y/n’s tent on the greene farm after not finding sophia and andrea shooting him. his partner is also feeling his frustrations, and so they relieve them together (2.4k)

warnings. smut 18+ mdni, protected sex, fingering, teasing, swearing, mention of having children and pregnancy (they don��t though, and is no pregnancy), mentions of death, petnames, established relationship, angst and fluff, 3rd person

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

Y/N was obscenely furious, she could easily beat the living shit out of Andrea for her impulsive need to prove herself and kill walkers. For a shot had broke through the air, scathing the side of her target’s head, and rather than a single undead, her aim had been poised upon Daryl. Albeit he had been covered in blood and dirt, and anyone would have been fooled into thinking he was one of the undead from afar, but if she had just left well enough alone as she had been advised to, he never would have endured an injury.

She sat in the tent she shared with Daryl that they had upholstered on the Greene’s farmland, her eyes scanning her partner with worry. Hershel said he was going to be okay, which was an immediate relief, but Y/N could not help but be berated by a wave of rage, though she kept quiet about it, choosing instead to sit on Daryl’s lap as he lay resting. He was awake, blue eyes barely open as the sunlight cast shadows from outside on the inner walls of the tent.

His side was staked with an ache from where his own arrow had inserted itself into his flesh, but he had demanded that his girl take a seat atop of him. The bowman played with the belt loops of her jeans as he gazed mindlessly up at her, she was careful not to move, knowing just an inch in the wrong direction could provoke his injury to feel even worse. Daryl was patched up, and he was supposed to be resting, but he appeared restless despite his hooded lids.

He gnawed at his own bottom lip, a crease formed between his brows which Y/N was tentative to notice. She brushed her gentle fingertips against it, understanding the frustration that her man felt. Daryl had went out to search for Sophia, Carol’s daughter, and whilst he had not returned empty handed and had found her doll that had been lost from her grasp, the young girl was still missing.

It rattled him, that none of the others had even wanted to seek the whereabouts of the child, considering anything could happen to her out there. Y/N had tried to follow him, wanting to mount the horse and try to help locate the lost girl, however he had refused, wishing for his lover to remain safe, and his turbulent tumble and scrap with walkers had only made him glad he had not allowed her to come with him. The others all judged him, but it didn’t matter, he had been the only one of them with moral enough to act on his concerns.

A part of him was relieved that he and Y/N had never had children of their own prior to the outbreak, for the same thing could have happened but instead to their offspring. The bowman tried his damn best to protect his partner, although she was able to take care of herself in most situations, knowing that they would have had to tread lighter and more carefully throughout the world to secure the survival and future of their son or daughter.

Sophia could be dead out there, and the more time in being unable to find her, the chances of her being deceased increased. “Stop overthinking honey.” Y/N knew that it wasn’t something that Daryl could control, his mind was wrapped up in doing the right thing under the circumstances that had been dealt. But voicing against the internal feud that made his brain loud would help, it always had. It drew him back to reality, forcing him to slink away from his solitary thought, as though she was trying to exorcise them from haunting him. It was all easier said than done, and they both knew it.

“Jus’ can’t help i’ sunshine. Need somethin’ ta distract me.” Distract him from the pain that throbbed along his temple. Distract him from whatever the hell had happened to his brother. Distract him from the overpowering discrimination that some of their group judged him for. He had not lived in the same way most of them had, he and his girl had scraped by to afford to pay their rent, even helping Merle out with his ‘business’ to be able to do so.

It had never been the perfect lifestyle, but they had each other and that was what had gotten them through it. And it would be the same situation amidst this futile outbreak that was certainly not ending any time soon, or ever. “Yeah?” A smirk quirked at the corner of Y/N’s mouth as her eyes locked onto the way Daryl frustratedly chewed his lip. “What kind of distraction?”

“Ya could always jus’ sit on mah face.” He was drawing her attention away from her prowess that thrived to punish Andrea for her idiocy; it wasn’t that she didn’t like the woman, but the blond did not respect her, so she did not return such fervour. Y/N quirked her brow, cocking her head at her partner, before she leant down, brushing her lips against Daryl’s own, toying with his present lust that was throbbing past his skull like that darn bullet had, her lap pressing harsher against his own, drawing a groan out from the injured man.

“Not with that head injury.” Another groan, this time one of disappointment, but Y/N wasn’t stupid, Daryl needed to heal, and having her thighs wrapped around the sides of his head would not aid in such a predicament he had literally been shot into. “Sorry honey, not gonna hurt you anymore than you already are.” Her hands brushed along the expanse of his flannel covered chest, her eyes drifting to the exposed muscles of his arms. They glistened with a slight sheen of sweat from the heat of being confined within the tent, the sun boiling the material from the outside and cooking their bodies in the mild summer temperature.

“Ya gonna do anythin’ woman?” Daryl scoffed, drained from the pain that throbbed in his left temple, and just as irritated by the untouched throbbing of his cock that rested in his pants. He was wound up from being stuck in the tent, he resented remaining still, especially since Sophia still continued to be lost. With each passing day, hope for finding her dwindled, and Daryl felt responsible that he had failed to uncover her whereabouts. His pupils caressed Y/N’s form, tracing the features of her face and that damned smirk that made his brain dwell profoundly on what her lips could do, until they reached the swell of her chest.

Y/N noticed where his eye-line had drifted to, her cocky smirk only widening upon his gaze, feeling as though she was successful to cease the running of his mind. “Dunno.” Y/N drawled out, amused by the frustration that swindled normally calm demeanour with her. She couldn’t blame him, he had been practically through hell and back, and he was unable to proceed with normal habits of his, such as hunting and keeping a watchful eye out for walkers. “Don’ know if you deserve it…” Daryl’s eyes held a loving spite in them as he bit back, attempting to prompt her into doing something.

If he was forced to remain in the damning tent, then he wanted something out of it, preferably a seance of gratification, though of course he wouldn’t force her, even if it seemed as though she too was walking on the edge of arousal. “I jus’ took a bullet an’ an arrow woman, pretty fuckin’ sure I do.” Daryl retorted, causing a breathy laugh to flail from his lover who thrived off of his desperation to fuck her. “The least ya can do is jus’ slip it in.” This made Y/N laugh harder, and as Daryl had always known, he would never get tired of that sound.

“Wellll…” Y/N speculated the possibility, reaching into the pocket of her pants to pull out a packet that she had stolen from Glenn’s own personal stash, “ya won’t have to pull out this time.” The condom, although Daryl preferred feeling all of her, being inside her with no barrier between, brought him a comfort. There’d be a lesser threat of knocking her up, and they would not be under the same circumstance that had newly revealed itself to Lori. Daryl prized it from her hands, not letting go as he pulled her hand to him, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

Others would never speculate the often brooding archer as a romantic, and whilst he wasn’t in the common sense, he did love his girl and had his own way of showing it. Merle had often laughed at how easily his brother would become putty in Y/N’s hands, “pussy whipped’ as he would often referred to him as, but Daryl knew that was not the only reason why he was so contorted into adoration for the woman atop of him. She was a strong character, she never took any shit from anyone including him, and that was exactly what he needed. “Tha’s good.” Daryl murmured, knowing that he would feel immense guilt if he made her vulnerably carry another life in the way the world was now.

Y/N hummed in agreement, leaning down to kiss his lips, there was a hunger within the contact though it was not rushed, it was slow, as though they were feeding from each other’s souls. His free hand that did not hold the condom reached down to caress her ass through the denim, squeezing her flesh to cause her to breathe out a gasp into him, and he swallowed it down as if he were dying of thirst. “You feelin’ well enough to do this?” Her eyes drifted to the bandage over his wound, concerned that it would dissolve the little inkling of energy that he had slowly rebuilt.

“Course I am.” Daryl instantly answered, needing to do something other than just lay down, and that just so happened to be doing his girl. “Ya wanna take these off?” His fingertips traced around the seem of her trousers, and he groaned as she moved herself from atop of him, swiftly discarding both the layers that concealed her legs and flesh, leaving her bottom half bare. Y/N climbed back atop of him, running her hands down his throat until they rested on his chest over his heart, and Daryl smiled up at her, as though she was a goddess blessed upon him. “Tha’s your, ya know tha’ right?” He said in referral to his heart as it beat under her palm.

“I’ve known it for a long time honey.” Y/N gasped as his fingers traced her slit, feeling the rough pads of his them move through the arousal that had already accumulated on her sex. He watched her with dreary eyes, smitten above all else, still shocked that he was a lucky enough man to be with such a beautiful person. As he touched her, her body leant backwards from where she was seated on him, and she looked visceral, like a damned angel within the world of chaos. “Daryl.” She sharply moaned his name as he slid a digit within her, filling her knuckle deep.

He thrusted his finger nice and slow until he let another join it, his thumb reaching up to roll circles around her clit. “Fuuuck.” He loved it when she cursed, whenever she opened her mouth it was so contradictory to her beauty, though he always fell for her words as though they were a spell. Daryl kept moving his fingers until he was sure she was wet enough to take his length, and as he retracted them, he placed them in his own mouth, tasting them. “Really?” She giggled out as she undid his jeans and released his cock from its confining chamber of material.

“Wha’? Ya wouldn’t sit on ma face, it’s the next best thing.” Daryl allowed her to take the condom from him, ripping open the packet as she rolled it down on his flesh. He was hard and sensitive to her touch, and all of his pain and strife was forgotten as she sank down on him, taking him to the hilt. There was no medicine better than her touch, and whilst it was newly recognised, he was lulled into comfort from feeling her tight walls snuggly wrapped around him. “Shit.” A puff of air left his mouth as his hands wandered around her frame, his dwelling frustration dwindling in the simple act.

Y/N’s hand rested atop of his heart again, feeling it thump in a familiar beat, as she lifted herself, only to grind herself down on him, only to repeat her actions. Daryl moaned, sometimes her name, sometimes swears; they brought each other such pleasure that nothing or nobody else could compete with. It was as though they were soulmates, and whilst neither of them believed in that kind of thing, they felt the connection like a red string that entangled their fates. It was never just sex, even when they had to quickly bring each other to a release, there was always love between them.

“Y/N.” He said her name, as he felt his body rush with swindles of sparks - he was getting close, and so Y/N moved faster, chasing not only her own orgasm but his as well. They plummeted in a river of ecstasy together, Daryl filling up the condom with his liquid bliss. Y/N lifted herself a couple more times until she stayed still, riding them through their highs, Daryl’s hands gravitating to her thighs as he drew small circles upon her flesh with his fingers. “Ya okay sunshine?” She’d moulded him into a soft version of his person, and there was no greater comfort than that.

“Always am when I’m with you.” She pulled his cock out from her, discarding the condom in a corner as he tiresomely tucked his cock back into jeans, dressing her lower half in just her panties before she came to rest upon him, careful of his injured side. He closed his eyes, feeling not only well rested but spoilt with the love that his girl had for him. Y/N never made him feel like a failure even if sometimes he considered himself such, she always brightened his peripheral, even in these dark times that shrouded them with the consistent requirement of having to survive.

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The Small Sparks.

——————————————— A Lyrason fic. Alternate Universe where Grayson and Lyra had a chance meeting as kids. ———————————————

GRAYSON

It was officially the fifth day of the Hawthornes camping trip.

And a camping trip that was— one, filled with kids around 8-10 years old (excluding Nash, of course) and two, an extremely Hawthorne style trip— was bound to be chaotic.

“I always knew I’d be better than you at fishing!!” Jameson screamed, Grayson tried his level best to ignore him.

“Well I beat you at forest darts!!” Xander yelled triumphantly, aiming the blow at Jameson.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Xan. And for the record, I am still one win ahead of you!” Jameson retorted, looking far too smug for his own good.

Yet Grayson didn’t reply, he didn’t so much as make a peep.

And that was because he had been losing. Consistently.

As in he had a losing streak going with no wins and only losses. As a result, Grayson had been pretty upset for the majority of the trip.

He knew his silence only further gave his brothers a reason to tease him, yet he couldn’t get himself to speak.

Not only because he had been losing for five days, but because of what had come after.

Tobias Hawthorne, their grandfather, had given Grayson that look— the one with the creased brows, hardened eyes and lips drawn into a thin line.

Disappointment.

Grayson let out a shaky breathe.

“You okay, lil’ brother?” Drawled Nash, the eldest of the four.

Grayson couldn’t bring himself to say anything, so he simply nodded.

Hawthornes never show weakness. His grandfather’s words reprimanded him.

“C’mon Gray, don’t be a crybaby—” Jameson started.

“I’ll beat you tomorrow.” Grayson cut him off, the sheer determination in his tone caught everyone off guard.

Then Jameson shot him his signature devilish grin, “Bring it on, bro!!”

“Don’t count me out!” Xander yelled.

Nash rolled his eyes and finally convinced the three to get ready for bed.

The boys all had brought four tents in total, one for each brother.

They all slept in one, though.

———————————

LYRA

It was that time of year again.

Miles End, Lyra’s home, was situated nearby a forest. Usually, that wasn’t a problem.

In fact, the woods only added beauty to the entire place.

But over the summer, there was always a group of people that took to camping out there. And they tended to be loud.

Lyra, for one, hated loud noises. Especially the ones that came from the woods. She was only eight, of course it’d spook her.

The worst part, though, was that it was always some super rich family that rented out the entire area.

So if any kid ran into Lyra, they’d act all high and mighty as if they were god themselves and Lyra was some sort of sinner?

In conclusion— Lyra dreaded the woods in summer.

And this year was no better, actually, it was worse. Way worse.

For some odd reason, this year’s family wasn’t just noisy, they were deafening.

And that did not sit well with Lyra, to say the least.

Lyra layed in bed despite it being 1 pm.

As a certified eight year old who was also a ballet freak, she had danced late into the night. Just because she felt like it and couldn’t hold back the urge— the need to dance.

She finally closed her eyes, ready to give in to the tiredness.

“I’m in the lead, Xannnn~”

“Fear not brother, I shall catch up!!”

“Ha! In your dreams!!”

“Tackle Incoming!!”

“Wait what— XANDER NO—”

Lyra’s eyes cracked open at the noise, her sleepiness gone as quick as the wind.

She groaned and sat on her bed.

God forbid a girl try and get her beauty sleep.

Lyra turned her attention to the window and glared. Hard.

These rich boys were annoying as hell and Lyra had had just about enough.

She grabbed her hat and made her way out.

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GRAYSON

Grayson ran like his life depended on it. He ran until his feet felt numb and his lungs burned.

He pushed. More, harder.

Todays competition is easy, you simply need to make it to the tallest tree in the center of the forest and return back to the starting. The first to arrive shall be titled winner.

Grayson repeated the instructions in his head before looking around and smiling to himself.

After a full five days and five nights, Grayson was finally in the lead. He finally had a fighting chance to win.

He felt his heart speed up with excitement, he could make it. He would make it.

And that's when Grayson felt himself tip over. His eyes widened and then he was falling— fast.

No. He thought to himself and then he collapsed onto the ground.

Grayson couldn't process what had just happened, he had been running just fine? As if on que, a sharp pain shot out from around his ankle.

He let out a tiny groan before sitting himself up, leaning heavily against a tree as he bent over and gauged his injury.

There was a huge cut that spanned around his ankle and blood was gushing out.

Need to— stop the bleeding. Grayson thought to himself, still trying to catch his breathe as he closed his eyes.

He tried to focus on the race, the injury, now. But his mind still wandered.

It wandered to all of his previous losses, it wandered to his brother's relentless teasing, it wandered to his grandfather.

Tobias Hawthorne— his disappointed gaze, his disapproving look.

What would he think if he saw you lying here? Grayson thought to himself as his vision suddenly became blurry.

What was going on?

It was only when a drop of water fell on Grayson's lap that he realized he was crying. Grayson Hawthorne— the unwavering, handsome, heir to the household— was crying.

Because, despite it all, he was only nine.

He was but a boy.

I disappointed Grandfather. I can't win with this injury. I'll lose again. His thoughts circled in his brain, over and over again.

I'm a failure.

It began to rain.

It was odd that, at times like this, Grayson's thoughts always found their way to his mother. The way she always gazed down at him with a cold gaze— as if he was an investment. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then he thought of his unknown father. The man that found his child so unimportant, so despicable, that he had never bothered to come meet him. Never bothered to so much as look at him.

A sob escaped Grayson before he could help it, he quickly covered his mouth with his small hands.

If he cried, he would be considered unworthy of being the heir. If he cried, his grandfather would hate him too, just like everyone else.

So he didn't.

The small blonde boy held in all of his pain, all of his feelings, all of his thoughts, and locked them deep within him.

"A Hawthorne doesn't break," He muttered weakly, staring at his wound which only seemed to be bleeding more now in the rain.

So why did he feel so broken?

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LYRA

"Of course it had to rain now of all times!!" Lyra screamed to... no one in particular.

She grumbled some more to herself as she walked deeper into the woods, in search of at least one of the boys who had ruined her sleep.

I will not spare them. She declared to herself, marching on further into the woods.

That's when she spotted a speck of blonde among the green of the forest.

A deer? Lyra thought to herself. That couldn't be, this blonde wasn't the same muddy shade. It was more... shiny, majestic.

She walked towards it, her curiosity getting the best of her.

When Lyra finally got close enough, she realized it was a boy. And he looked like a fallen angel.

Holy shit— who gives these people permission to look this glorious?? Lyra thought to herself, staring. Could you blame her? She was just a girl who had found something pretty.

She assessed the boy, who had his eyes closed.

Messy blonde hair, top-notch clothes and definitely not a local.

He has got to be one of them! Lyra thought to herself. It was time for her to take her revenge.

Lyra walked over to ruffle the boys hair until he woke up, but his eyes flew open first. Lyra paused.

Beautiful silver eyes— lining on blue, met her deep amber ones.

Grayson broke the silence first, "Excuse me? May I ask why you were approaching me?"

For a second Lyra didn't reply, why does he talk so formally?

"Uh- well."

How do you explain that you were trying to take revenge on somebody while they were asleep because they, too, ruined your sleep?

She let out a huff.

"I don't know, Sherlock. Maybe because I saw a limp boy lying around in the rain in the middle of a forest??" She settled for the other, more minor, reason.

Grayson stared her down for a little bit. Considering the fact that he was on the floor and Lyra was standing up, she shouldn't have felt so overpowered by that.

Lyra decided to send him an assessing gaze of her own and looked him over, that's when her eyes landed on his wound.

"Oh my— YOU'RE BLEEDING?!" She screamed, Grayson flinched at her screech as his eyes fell on his ankle.

"Oh. Right." He said simply. Lyra gave him a look.

What was wrong with this guy??

"Well, is your camp near by? I could walk you over—"

"No, thank you. I'll be fine." He cut her off.

Lyra blinked at him once. Twice.

"Alright, asshole. Here's what we're going to do." Lyra started, using the only curse word she knew at the time. Grayson sent her a glare.

"I'm going to run on home, grab the first-aid-kit, and try to save you from bleeding out. Meanwhile, you will wait for me." She finished, sending him a customized glare of her own.

Grayson held her gaze for a while before closing his eyes and leaning his head against the tree again.

Oh yeah. Definitely a rich kid.

She took off.

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GRAYSON

Grayson was suddenly glad he didn't have to deal with any girls in his family. They sure were bossy. And loud. And slightly annoying.

"I'm back, asshole!!" She yelled, Grayson suppressed a groan.

Lyra rolled her eyes as she approached, a box with a red plus sign in hand, "Hello to you too."

Lyra sat down near his foot, with the rain having calmed down.

"W-wait, I can bandage myself." Grayson said, flustered at her hand around his ankle.

Lyra looked at him with a raised brow, "When was the last time a rich kid like you had to bandage themselves?"

"Yesterday, actually."

Lyra's eyes widened slightly.

"My family is quite... unique. Don't bother." Grayson said, reaching for the bandage in her hand. She whacked it away.

"Listen here, boy. You are the injured and I am the... uh, not injured. So you will let me help you." She said, an order.

If Grayson hadn't been quite so tired, he probably would have put up a bit more of a fight. He simply watched her as she took out disinfectant, her eyes were focused.

"Stop staring. I can't focus." Lyra said, breaking the silence.

"What's your name?" Grayson asked, ignoring her previous order.

She looked up at him once before her gaze returned to her work, "Lyra. Lyra Kane."

Grayson nodded, "Well, Ms. Kane. I don't have any money on me, at the moment.."

Silence.

Lyra's hand had paused and she finally met his gaze, "You... don't have any money on you?" She repeated.

Grayson nodded.

"Right. And how exactly does that matter?" She asked, raising a brow.

Grayson blinked, obviously confused, "Aren't you helping me for... the money?"

Lyra looked on at him for a few seconds before her expression broke out into one of utter disbelief, "FOR THE MONEY?? WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?!"

Grayson flinched again, "Would you- Stop yelling!!"

Lyra's expression changed in a split second. She looked amused, "Oh? So mister asshole here can yell?"

Grayson didn't deign that with a response.

Lyra continued her work, putting the disinfectant aside and picking up the bandages.

"You didn't tell me your name yet." Lyra said.

Grayson froze for a second.

"You... don't know who I am?" He asked.

Lyra huffed, her eyes remaining on her work, "Sorry bigshot, but I don't."

Grayson turned her words over in his head. She didn't know who he was. Something lightened in his heart.

"Grayson." He said, finally.

"Graysonnnnn?" Lyra pried, trying to get his last name.

"Just Grayson."

Lyra looked up at him before rolling her eyes and withdrawing her hands, "Okay asshole, all done. We can both get going now."

Grayson looked up at her as she stood up, "Thank you for the help."

"Mmm, you're welcome." She turned to leave, his gaze on her remained unwavering.

She paused mid-step and whipped her head around, "Are you just going to continue lying here?! Its still drizzling, you'll catch a cold!!"

Grayson let out a sigh, "Stop screaming."

Lyra glared at him and stomped her way back before plopping herself down next to him. They sat there in silence for a while.

Grayson wasn't sure what it was about the girl, but he felt light, unburdened. Comforted, almost. She had a terrible habit of yelling, but there was something about it that threw Grayson off.

Something about her that threw Grayson out of orbit, that made something in his nearly perfected façade crack.

✦✦✦

Five-year-old Grayson jumped into bed as Nash settled down beside it in a chair.

Grayson had finally managed to convince his eldest brother to read him a bedtime story. They did it all the time in the movies.

"Alright Gray. Quiet down." Grayson did just that, under his blankets now— his silver eyes rested on his brother.

And so Nash began to narrate.

The story was about an angel who had accidentally found herself on Earth and fell in love with the prince. It ended with the two getting married with the entirety of heaven and the Earth present.

Nash closed the story book, Grayson's eyes were small now— he was getting sleepy.

"That's it' lil' brother."

Grayson's eyes made their way to the book, "What even is an angel?" He asked.

Nash thought that over, "Well, people say they are god's helpers or somethin'." He drawled.

Grayson blinked once, seemingly deep in thought, "That... sounds like bullcrap."

Nash barked a laugh, "Y'know what? I to'tally agree."

Grayson gave him a small smile, "So what do you think they are?" He asked.

"Hmm. Well, I think that angels are the same as people." Nash started, Grayson tilted his small head to the side.

"Its just that they see the world a bit differently. They see many fruits and wanna share. They see a lonely person and they wanna give 'em company. They see an injured person and they wanna help 'em." Nash continued, walking over to the bookshelf and returning the book to its place.

"And somewhere along the way, you realize that you want that person around. No matter how annoying you might find 'em." He finished, Grayson's eyes were sparkling.

"Do you know any angels, brother?"

Nash smiled back at him, "Aren't you one, lil' brother?"

✦✦✦

The memory surfaced and Grayson thought over what his brother had said.

Does that mean she's an angel? He wondered.

———————————————

LYRA

Lyra wasn't sure why she came back, but something about leaving Grayson alone in the rain unsettled her.

"Why don't you just go back to your camp?? I'm sure your group is worried about you." Lyra said, breaking the comfortable silence.

When he didn't answer, Lyra turned her head towards him and she froze.

The look Grayson had in his eyes was distant, almost like he wasn't present within the human realm anymore. As if he was gone.

It felt familiar, somehow. She hated it.

Lyra grabbed his hand and looked away just as quickly. That shook Grayson out of his trance as he looked at her, shocked.

"Um- why are-" Grayson started

"I just felt like you needed it." She cut him off, unable to stop herself from blushing.

He went silent before turning to look at the forest again.

Lyra stared at Grayson, trying to figure out what he was so upset about that he refused to return to his family and looked so disturbed.

Grayson must have felt her gaze on him.

"I just hate losing." He said.

Lyra was absolutely floored. So this asshole had decided to sit there in the rain and worry his entire family just because he was sulking about losing??

"No. I think I hate more what comes after."

Lyra waited for him to continue.

"I mean—" he took a deep breathe.

"Losing means I disappoint my grandfather. Disappointing him proves me unworthy of being the heir. If I'm unworthy of being the heir, my mom will hate me. And honestly? If she ends up hating me too, what would even be the point of it all?" Grayson finished, by the end of it he sounded suffocated, as if he had spoken it all in one breathe.

Lyra was taken aback. How was a guy that looked just about her age going through that much already?? Her heart ached for him and she gave his hand a comforting squeeze.

"Sometimes I wonder if it'd be better to just," he paused, "to just end it all."

Lyra's eyes widened. She had no idea why she was hurting so much for a random boy she had just met, but the very idea of him "ending it all" scared her to hell and back.

Her heart throbbed again. She took a deep breathe, trying to calm herself and praying some of her calm reached out to Grayson as well.

"I get it." She said.

Grayson didn't reply.

"The very idea of something seems so terrifying, so wrong that you feel like giving up entirely."

Lyra, in fact, did not get it. Not completely, at least. But some part of her understood him, some part of her could relate— a part of Lyra that her brain had hidden away.

Silence followed as Lyra pieced together the words in her head.

"I love to dance."

Grayson shot her a questioning look.

"My body aches for it sometimes, almost like I need it. And at times like that, when I finally stop dancing, I wonder what my life would be without dance." Grayson was really looking at her now, her ears reddened at the attention.

"Whether I would consider it a life at all."

She thought over her words before continuing, "And that's when I realized its not really life itself that we live for. We don't live to wake up, study, work hard, sleep and repeat. Even though that's what most of our schedule for the day is, its not why we live."

Lyra shifted a bit, the rain had stopped and it was quite dark by now. She looked up to the starry-night sky and smiled.

"Rather, its for the little things. The people you lean on, the things you enjoy, or small moments you can't forget." Lyra thought about her family, Miles End and dance.

"It's those tiny sparks that keep us going. They aren't prominent or forever, but you remember them nonetheless."

Her eyes found their way back to the blonde boy who was sitting next to her.

"So even if you get too tired, or feel like giving out just—" She took a deep breath and her eyes softened, "just live for those small sparks, Grayson."

Grayson's eyes widened slightly, as his eyes glowed with something like realization.

Then the boy had the audacity to smile, "Thanks again, Lyra."

Lyra tried to ignore the way her heart sped up when he said her name, god am I crushing on a rick kid?

She sprang up at the thought, her hand letting go of his, "O-okay!! Time to go, asshole! Enough of being sappy—"

Grayson stared at his, now un-clasped hand, before looking back up to her.

She let out a huff, "Nice meeting you, Grayson."

Grayson smiled again, "You too, Lyra."

And she sprinted away.

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GRAYSON

Grayson stared at the back of the peculiar girl as she ran away.

Though Lyra would never know it, apart from his brothers, Lyra was the first spark Grayson's life had had in a while. He smiled at the thought.

Time to go home.

✦✦✦

Grayson tip-toed back into their camp, it was nearing 12pm, so it was safe to assume that his grandfather and brothers were all in there tents. The bodyguards had probably been dispatched to find Grayson.

He looked around and saw a tent, still alight with a lantern inside. He eavesdropped.

"Why won't the old man let us look for him too?!" Jamie.

"Yeah!! It's been six hours. Six. Entire. Hours. What if a goblin ate him?!" That was definitely Xander.

Grayson watched as a cowboy-looking shadow grabbed both of his brothers' heads and pushed them into their respective pillows.

"Go to sleep lil' brothers. You both would just end up gettin' lost anyway, I'll go look for him in a bit."

Both of the youngest grumbled, knowing fully well that disobeying Nash was a terrible idea.

That's when Grayson chose to walk in. All three of his brothers froze to stare (and glare) at him.

"GRAYSON??" Jameson shouted.

"YOU'RE BLEEDING?!" Yelled Xander, which only earned Grayson a worried look from Jameson and an angry one from Nash

I'm doomed, aren't I? Grayson thought to himself.

"Gray. We will be havin' words." The threat was aimed at Grayson, all three of the younger brothers gulped though.

There was only one way Grayson could think of to wiggle his way out of this, "Wait."

He looked up to meet his older brother's eyes, "This is a code pink."

Grayson watched as all of his brothers' jaws dropped simultaneously.

"So, th-there's a—" Xander began, hesitant.

Grayson met his gaze dead on, "There's a girl."

—————————————————————— THIS TURNED OUT TO BE WAY LONGER THAN I EXPECTED RAH- enjoyyyy :DD @lyrakanefanatic @inkstainsonmyfingertips @alwaysthefangirl @talahsaudiobooklibrary

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lostwysteria · 2 days ago

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Part 20

Final part to the Nice Arc and the segue into the E-Soul Arc! Lets go!!!! This has been wild so far. Holy crap. Thank you guys, so much. Again, always feel free to ask me questions or just speculation. Today, work is hell. Mock inspection. *Dies like several tbhx characters*

Masterlist

Nice felt his world fall out from under him. He wouldn't make it in time. Nice could vaguely hear screaming. He didn't know that it was his own.

The robots were all destroyed and Moon had punched Enlighter's lights out.

He rushed forward, hoping against hope that he would make it.

A surge of blue lightning lit up the buildings.

E-Soul zipped up a nearby building.

Nice collapsed to the ground.

E-Soul had caught Lin Ling.

“Sorry. I’m going to borrow him for a bit. I hope you don't mind? We have some catching up to do and he needs medical attention as soon as possible. See you later!”

Nice was frozen in so many different emotions. “What. The. Fuck.” He said, voice sounding a bit dead.

…

Shang Chao was pacing as he waited for his lover to return with their friend. A doctor was waiting on their floor as well. His heart had stopped when Lin Ling went over the edge of the building. It had only started again when Yang Cheng had caught him.

The hidden panel slid back in the wall, revealing the stairwell that was mostly used in emergency situations. Yang Cheng entered and quickly laid Lin Ling on the couch.

The doctor got to work immediately. He was a Trusted doctor and could diagone with just a touch. Thankfully nothing required a hospital visit. The unconscious hero just needed rest, fluids, food, and time to heal from mild torture.

He bandaged up what needed bandages and left soon after.

…

Lin Ling felt like he had been run over. He groaned in discomfort as he woke up.

“Oh, thank goodness. You're awake." A vaguely familiar voice said. It made a pang of longing go through him.

It took him a few moments to be able to pry his eyes open.

Shang Chao’s smiling face greeted him. “Good morning.”

"Shang Chao? What? Where am I?" Lin Ling asked.

��Minevand A-Cheng’s apartment in Hero Tower. He caught you."

“Caught me? I think I passed out some time after Nice and-" Lin Ling bolted up and immediately regretted it. “Nice! Wreck! Moon! Are they okay?!” He gasped out, pain stealing his breath away.

“They're fine! Don't worry! Lay back down!" Shang Chao fussed. “A-Cheng and I are more worried about you right now."

"A-Chao’s right. What in the world has been going on?” Yang Cheng said as he walked over. He was in casual clothes and not his hero costume.

“You just disappeared after saving me that night. After revealing you were a hero the whole time we knew you! It's been four years!" Chao exclaimed.

“My parents died, my phone was busted in the altercation, and I had to transfer to a cheaper college. I hated it! But my life was falling down around me. I refused to drag you three down as well. Then the Threads of my powers connected to you three snapped and I just couldn't get up the nerve to try dnd reach out." Lin Ling told them. "How is Xia Qing, anyway?”

"She's in America on a work vacation in Florida. Miami to be exact. She met a girl there from our neck of the woods. They might start dating.” Yang Cheng let him know.

"That's not the point. Don't distract us!” Chao scolded. "Powers? Theads? Explain please?”

“One of my powers is ugh.” Ling groaned before saying the next part “has been named, by others, Maternal Instinct. I have metaphysical threads connecting people under my care back to me. It gives a general location and state of being. I knew you were in danger immediately even before I saw the guy pointing a gun at you.”

“Under your care?” Cheng asked.

“My powers came from being a super nanny and my homemaking skills. Over time that gained me Trust and my Hero Identity as Homemaker. If I consistently take care of someone and consciously claim them, then they come under my powers. I call those people my wards/charges. You three and my own parents were my only connections like that. For years. Until recently.” Lining sighed. “I was literally your mom-friend.”

“That actually makes sense now. Why it felt like we lost a parent all of the sudden after you vanished. And why A-Cheng used to slip up and call you mom on accident sometimes. Behind your back.” Shang Chao said as he was looking on his tablet. Homemaker's internal only comprehensive hero profile was on it. All of his current abilities were listed along with explanations of them.

Yang Cheng was blushing from mortification at that revelation.

…

It was an hour later that the two helped Lin Ling back to his own apartment that he shared with Nice and Wreck.

“Are you sure you're alright with them? Nice gives me the creeps, honestly.” Yang Cheng asked. Lin Ling was glad that being a hero brought out Cheng’s confidence.

“I’m more than fine with them. Cone on. Don't be like that.” Ling scolded gently as the two made faces.

…

Nice burst into the apartment and collapsed at Lin Ling's feet. He buried his face into Ling’s knees and started sobbing. Wreck wasn't much better. He buried his own face in his thigh. Moon immediately went to get the massive blanket that Ling had finished. She cuddled into Ling’s side and covered them all up with it.

Yang Cheng and Shang Chao shared a look and silently left. They would be back later to check in. Even if they didn't like it, the four needed space.

…

Lin Ling ran his fingers through Moon’s tangled hair and muttered nonsense soothing words as he calmed his family down.

“I can't. I just…” Nice wailed before ever so gently grabbing at his hands. “I love you. I'm in love with you.” Nice confessed while looking in Lin Ling’s eyes. The blanket had fallen off of them a bit.

“I am, too.” Wreck covered both of their hands with his larger ones. Moon scooched over to the other end of the couch.

Lin Ling knew that no words needed to be spoken as he guided Nice up on to the couch and then Wreck. He then took his hands back.

He cupped Nice’s face in both of them. He looked in to those tear filled sapphire eyes and leaned in. Their lips met in their first kiss. Ling poured all of his love for the man into it. By the end, Nice was dazed and gasping for breath. Ling then did the same for Wreck.

“I am in love with you both, as well.”

#tbhx #to be hero x #homemaker lin ling #hero lin ling #lin ling #nice tbhx #wreck tbhx #moon tbhx #yang cheng #shang chao #tbhx wrice #yang cheng x shang chao

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barbara-gordons-glasses · 2 days ago

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OKAY MORE OMNI-MARK/AMBER HEADCANONS BECAUSE THEY’RE MY FAVORITE LOVES 🥰🥰🥰

1.) in O. Mark’s universe, I headcanon that Eve actually didn’t have a crush on/pursued Mark, but AMBER. So, I think Eve tried getting close to Amber and O. Mark could sense that, so that’s why he hated Eve

2.) another reason could be that Amber accidentally ended up in the middle of a fight and Eve either accidentally hurt Amber with her powers or was too late to save her from an attack

3.) Omni-Mark wants to beat the shit out of Main Mark for his immaturity and for breaking Amber’s heart (he finds out about their breakup through Main Mark’s Amber) AND for not even attempting to get her back

4.) Omni-Mark doesn’t tell his Amber about the MarkEve situation. If he did, she’d definitely just laugh it off. Again, she’s confident in THEIR relationship, not MarkEve’s

5.) When O. Mark and Amber have kids, they have two twin girls and a boy. They’re treated like royalty (which they are) and grow up experiencing the love and protection Mark provides for Amber every single day

6.) O. Mark actually originally planned to train his kids to be apart of the empire as soldiers (not the mindless ones assigned to conquer planets) but Amber REFUSED. This causes an argument that eventually ends with neither side winning. They’ll let their children decide

7.) O. Mark is the assigned hair stylist of their family no sit down I’m not taking criticism

8.) O. Mark, although his face is very stoic most of the time, always smiles for his family, for his wife and girls and boy. His smile is so pretty and rare that Amber has an album on her phone dedicated to those specific moments

9.) O. Mark wants to go to Viltrum to raise the kids there but ultimately decides to stay on earth. At the time, Viltrum still isn’t fit to raise children safely or progressively. He’s afraid Viltrum standards will negatively impact his childrens’ minds and Amber’s view of herself as a human

10.) before the kids start school, O. Mark gives them the talk, as in what to do if their powers arrive, what NOT TO DO, and how to make friends, pay attention in class, yada yada

11.) Amber is an amazing, caring mother. I can see her being the money-maker of the family while O. Mark takes on the house role of taking care of the house/kids. I headcanon that she works with kids and the disadvantaged so she is an incredibly sensitive, understanding woman. She also grew up with a man that had to leave a lot due to heroism (that he truly did not gaf about) so she’s patient

12.) They’re both brave when they wave to their kids goodbye, but they both break down when they leave the school

13.) They rant about their children the whole time, hoping they’re doing well. O. Mark takes Amber flying and “coincidentally” flies past the school fourteen times

14.) the kids’ days were amazing and they worried for nothing

15.) speaking of the children, their powers kick in at about ten years old. Their two daughters get theirs at the same time, while playing mermaids in their pool and suddenly they’re playing astronauts in space, floating high above the pool and startling the shit out of their neighbors.

16.) Their son gets his when he sees a spider in the corner of his room, screams, throws his comic book at it, and creates a hole in the wall (he missed the spider)

17.) O. Mark trains the kids how to use their powers and dreads the day they ask to become heroes

18.) surprisingly enough, it never comes. At least, not soon. Their kids prefer helping at the soup kitchen their mother still volunteers at

19.) I like the idea that the variants, before escaping the sand dimension, became close with each other. Do they still irritate the shit out of each other? Duh, but they also don’t totally despise each other

20.) O. Mark is closest with shiesty, full-masked, and maskless. Sometimes they visit each other’s dimensions to hang out (and their respective amazing significant others hang out as well)

21.) O. Mark only trusts those three around his kids. He doesn’t like Mohawk (even if Mohawk is kind of the fun uncle) and despises sinister (who is the creepy uncle that gifts the kids weapons)

22.) forgot to mention this earlier but Amber’s mother also definitely has a huge role in their lives. She approves of O. mark because of his commitment to her baby and her grandbabies. O. Mark and Grandma Bennett have a silent agreement that they would kill a bitch for Amber

23.) Grandma Bennett offers to make suits for the kids if they ever decide to become heroes. O. Mark informs her of Art’s existence and she insists anyways

24.) Amber and O. Mark still absolutely go on dates. No matter how long they’ve been together, their love for each other is still fierce, still so prevalent. They will be like 80 and Amber will still giggle if O. Mark flirts with her. Nothing will ever come between them and they know it

25.) another cute one I thought of is Viltrumite’s senses are enhanced. O. Mark knows Amber by the sound of her laugh, the smell of her hair and lotion, the sight of her pretty smile and the green tint her eyes have, and the soft skin of her hands and body every time they lay together.

25.) O. Mark and Amber have had the inevitable conversation before. What will happen when Amber’s time eventually has to come to an end? The easy way — O. Mark finds some magic wizard and forces him to give Amber immortality (or a longer lifespan) and they live happily ever after. The harder, sadder way — O. Mark plans to die as soon as his wife isn’t around. He knows his children will be grown and independent by then, that they’ll have their own lives and their own families. He loves his children to death, but he can’t fathom living without his wife, without his Amber, so he must die too. I imagine he’d ask for a Viltrumite execution as soon as possible, or he’d just fly himself into the sun and stay there until he eventually dies. Amber does not know his plan and it is the one thing he will never tell her

TEEHEE 🥰🥰 @seleneprince @onlybatsyy

#amber bennett #invincible #mark grayson #markamber #omni mark #I’ll never be normal about them unfortunately #about HER specifically #I didn’t mean for this to be shade towards Eve but I mean he literally says he hates her in the show so I just came up with a reason why #I DONT KNOW GRANDMA BENNETT’S NAME IM SORRY

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brekwrites · 3 days ago

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Roxy u failed me in that baby episode girl do better

(A lot of other posts have summed up why this episode made me uncomfortable pretty well, so I don’t have much to say (subtle foreshadowing—I was lying to myself here). One thing I will mention is that the tone of this episode was NOTICEABLY different from other transformation videos. Even ones with Eclipse himself.

Yes, he was pissed when he got turned into a furry and Puppet was teasing him. But the tone was much more lighthearted and he didn’t attack anyone. Even in the episode where Charlie turns him into a girl, he bitched and endured some light teasing and then was turned back. Also, that was an accident, and this was clearly intentional.

The number of people there definitely contributed, as well as the nature of their teasing and the fact that he was physically attacking people. There was also way more forced contact, and his reaction was much more negative (Charlie touching his back, Roxanne carrying him off, etc.). Roxy carrying him away yelling also really showed how helpless he was.

Also, I think it’s interesting that he came out of his lab of his own volition, and Charlie seemed nervous for the others to find out at first. He was seeking help from anyone there, which he’s had frequent trouble with, and that speaks to how desperate he was. Charlie’s reaction to him having crawled out makes me wonder if she just meant to transform him, stall him for a bit (like Ruin asked), and come back in a bit to change him back?

Obviously, the way he’s been treating Charlie is not okay, especially because she’s a child and he’s an adult. And he’s not willing to talk about it or correct the behavior right now, so I’m sure she feels helpless in the situation, and we know she’s angry. Plus, she just found out she might have to kill a man for the greater good, which would be hard on anyone. The situation overall just read as incredibly tense, not good-natured, and like we’re heading towards some sort of explosion from him (and/or Charlie).

I can’t tell how much was intentional, so I’m not sure how much weight to give it plot-wise. Maybe I’m misinterpreting a purely goofy episode? Or maybe the undertones will contribute to something in Eclipse’s arc down the line and were intended to be there. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anyway that’s my thoughts? Just word-vomited out.

Finally, Nadine’s baby models are super cute, and I think they could probably be used for more good-natured shenanigans over on tsams.)

#meblog #eaps!roxanne #eaps #eclipse and puppet show #eclipse tsams #shaking roxy grabbing and shaking her #HE CRIED IN FRONT OF YOU GIRL #and hes been very rude and snappy to you so you’re probably frustrated and just wanted to mess with him and went in a bit too hard #BUT GIRL PLEASE #AS A WOMAN YOU MUST BE PERFECT AND MAKE ALL THE RIGHT DECISIONS I TRUSTED YOU

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backtothefanfiction · 6 hours ago

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The Bet | fratboy!Joaquin x Reader

Summary: you and Joaquin get chosen for the annual abstinence challenge between your two houses. It doesn’t go well.

Warnings: 18+ Only!!! !!!SMUT ALERT!!! PinV, praise kink, abstinence, language that would make Steve Rogers squirm

Word Count: 3.8k+

A/N: seeing as I am still no closer to having Oh baby finished, I thought I’d finish this piece off I started the other week for you thirsty lot. Hope you enjoy. Remember to reblog not just like 👍 have a great weekend!

Abstinence week, the one week of the calendar year no one was looking forward to. Each fraternity and sorority had to elect one member to go the whole week without having sex. Or watching porn. No kissing, touching or anything else of a sexual nature. Most of the college organisations didn’t really care. After all, it was more of a guideline than anything else- but not for your sorority. No, you guys were stuck in that stupid abstinence week bet with the fraternity across the street, a tradition that went back decades to even before you were born.

“Alright, alright, everyone gather round,” Peter said as you all crammed around the sofas in their backyard, ready for the choosing ceremony. The only people who didn’t have to pick a piece of paper out of the cups were those who had been chosen last year (if they hadn’t graduated that was).

“Okay, you all know the deal, everyone picks a piece of paper. Whoever ends up with the black spot, is this years competitors,” Jessica called out. “Ladies,” she said, stepping forward with the cup and making her way around your group, as Peter started to go round and do the same thing for the boys.

Gods you hoped it wasn’t you. You had a really stressful week coming up as it was and if you couldn’t let off a little steam, you for sure felt like you were gonna drown.

When the cup got to you there were only 5 pieces of paper left. You swirled them around as much as possible before you picked, hoping that someone else would have already picked out the cursed one.

“Right, has everyone got their piece of paper?” Jessica called out as she took the last piece from the girls cup and Peter did the same with the boys. “On the count of three, ready?”

“1…2…3!” Peter called out and there was a tense shuffling of paper as the little folded slips were all opened.

“Yesss!!!”

“Thank fuck for that!” People began to say, but you were silent.

Fuck! Absolutely double fucking shit balls! Of course you ended up with the spot.

“Who is it? Who's got it?” Jessica shrieked excitedly now she knew she was in the clear.

“Me,” you said dejectedly, lifting your little scrap of paper with the solid black spot in the air.

“And me,” one of the guys sat in the middle of one of the scruffy sofas said, lifting a couple of fingers in the air to distinguish himself from the group.

You recognised him. Joaquin Torres; fellow junior, basketball enthusiast and expert beer pong player. But he was also a bit of a ladies man and you knew this week was gonna be a lot tougher on him than it was gonna be on you.

You both stepped forward, as per tradition, to shake hands. “May the best man or woman win,” he said as he reached out his hand for yours.

“May the best man or woman win,” you agreed.

The first couple of days didn’t feel too bad. You threw yourself into your college work. Didn’t care when the other girls brought their current hookups over and made out with them in front of everyone. Or had sex with them really loudly in their bedrooms.

Sure it was annoying that due to the rules you had to abstain from reading your usual smutty romance books before bed, but over all, those first few days were easy.

But then the deadline for your paper began to loom closer and suddenly the whole situation felt a little less bearable. You were stressed and you couldn’t use any of your usual ways to relieve the tension building up inside of you. Instead of spending time with people in the common rooms of the house, you now avoided them completely.

Jessica had even set up a sorority cinema night one evening and even just looking at the couple on the screen kissing drove you mad with want for the things you couldn’t have.

“You know, it would be so easy to get him to break,” your roommate Gwen said as she began riffling through her closet looking for the best outfit to wear for tonight’s party. It was a last minute thing organised by the boys across the way, but if you were being honest, you really didn’t want to go. You were stressed out as hell about the assignment you had to finish off and hand in on Monday morning and so frustrated you wanted to tear your hair out. But you also knew the party would be a great distraction- and you could really do with one of those right about now.

“But isn’t that cheating?” You asked her as you closed down your laptop and put it to one side.

“I guess it all depends how you do it,” she said, picking out a black and white dress and holding it up to herself in the mirror.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked her.

“I don’t know, just talk to him. Turn on your womanly charms,” she said, waggling her eyebrows at you.

“But I don’t have any womanly charms,” you retorted.

“Sure you do,” she said, throwing the dress down on her bed as she made her way over to you. “You’ve got boobs. Extremely natural fluttery eyelashes- which I’m not at all jealous of by the way,” she joked. “With the right outfit and makeup, he’ll really struggle to keep his hands off you.”

“Okay…,” you say, dragging out the word, still not fully feeling confident in your ability to pull this off. “But what am I supposed to say?” you asked.

“Tell him he looks good,” she said quickly, as if the idea was just coming to her and she couldn’t hold it back. “Tell him the bet’s had you thinking of him. Back him into a corner,” she kept saying, adding more and more suggestions as they popped into her head. You made a quick mental note of them, despite doubting you ever had the confidence to really go ahead with this plan; but you were desperate and running out of time and needed to do anything you could to help alleviate those feelings of frustration so you could finally focus on that paper.

Two hours later you were stood on the front porch of the boys house in a low cut black mini dress, denim jacket and platform sneakers and still feeling not the least bit prepared for the mission you were coming here to carry out. Gwen had done your hair and make up for you and when you had taken in the final look in the mirror before you left, you couldn’t deny you did feel hot; but was it enough to turn Joaquin’s eye and get him to break?

As you entered the house and moved towards the drinks table for some liquid courage, you kept your eyes on the crowd, looking out for your target. He was of course over at the beer pong table, absolutely decimating the competition as per usual.

“YES!!!” he cried out in victory, as the ball he’d just thrown, bounced into the final cup at the other end of the table.

“That’s how it’s done!” one of his buddies cried out beside him, clapping him on the shoulder as one of the guys on the losing team, fished out the little blue ball and drank the warm beer in the bottom of the cup. “Who’s next?!” The guy then shouted, looked around for a challenger in the crowd, Joaquin’s own gaze moving with him until it landed on you.

His eyes dipped to take in your attire, the little black dress sitting high on your thigh and showing off way more leg than you were used to, but he didn’t seem to mind. You watched him closely as he swallowed hard and tried to move his gaze to anywhere else in the room but you- but his eyes kept glancing back.

You took a moment to look him up and down too. He was in a plain black T-shirt that hugged his biceps and enhanced his bronzed skin, black and white basketball shorts he wore low on his hips and a red and white cap atop his head that he wore backwards. You recognised it as his competitive sports mode look. Although he was a lot less dressed up than you were, he was still hot and you quickly found yourself growing a little bit flustered as your eyes became transfixed on the muscles of his arms. You lifted your cup to your lips to help hide it as he gave you a knowing smirk, but you didn’t think the act was achieving much.

Instead you left the room, seeking out some fresh air in the garden so you could gather your thoughts. As you went to sit on the back steps, the tops of your thighs rubbed together agonisingly and you found yourself silently cursing at whoever it was who came up with this whole godamned idea.

“How you holding up there?” You heard his voice say from behind you and you silently cursed again. Why did you let Gwen talk you into this. You were so unprepared and he was so competitive. He no doubt had already worked out your intentions for the evening the moment he laid eyes on you and was about to go on the offensive. Oh fuck, fuck, fuckety, fu-

“Fine,” you lied, leaning back slightly to look up at him and give him as good a look down the top of your dress at your cleavage as you could.

“Good,” he nodded quietly, trying desperately to keep his eyes on your face, but ultimately failing as they dipped to focus that little bit lower.

“How about you?” you asked him as he shuffled slightly and swallowed deeply.

“Yeah- I mean, yes!” he corrected himself as his voice broke nervously and it made you think, maybe Gwen had been right. Maybe this would be easy after all.

“What you drinking?” he asked as he came to sit next to you, his knee barely brushing yours as he began to man spread a little.

“Vodka, cranberry,” you said to him, as you swirled your cup in your hand.

“Can I try?” he asked, his hand hesitantly reaching out, but not quite touching you.

“You never had one before?” you asked and he silently shook his head. “It’s sweet,” you warn him as you pass him the cup, your finger tactically brushing over his in the exchange. It was a move meant to tease him, but unfortunately you felt it might have instead had the opposite effect, as a shiver moved through your hand and up your arm before moving down your body to between your legs. It was a feeling only made worse when he kept his eyes on yours whilst he drank from your cup, the moment both intimate and suggestive.

“Mmm, it’s nice,” he nodded as he handed the cup back, but you could tell he wouldn’t be exchanging his beer for it anytime soon.

“So have you been a good girl,” he asked. “Keeping your hands to yourself?” He raised his eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Have you been being a good boy?” you rebuttaled and he let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly at your audacity, but you also noticed the way he squirmed slightly.

“A little birdy told me you’re one frustrated little chicken,” he said leaning closer to you, his voice dropping slightly like what he had to say was some kind of secret.

“And who told you that?”

“Gwen,” he smirked, leaning back on the step above as he shifted his legs to spread even wider, his thigh well and truly rubbing against your own now.

“Traitor,” you muttered.

“Come on now, it’s not her fault you’ve been tossing and turning all night and keeping her awake. I bet a nice orgasm would sort that problem right out for you,” he said teasingly.

“Well, unless you’re deciding to be a gentleman and go first and lose the bet so I can…” you said sneakily.

“Uh, uh cariño. Not gonna happen,” he said, shaking his head vehemently, before he took a casual sip of his own drink.

“What if we did it together?” you suggested, suddenly getting an idea.

“What? Like both lose at the same time?” he asked, curiously leaning forward again as if you were both conspiring. Which I guess you were.

“Yeah,” you reply. “If we touch ourselves at the exact same time,” you suggest.

His brow furrowed as he thought it over. “And what if we touch each other?” he suggested seriously.

You took a moment to look him up and down again. “I could be up for that,” you said, your face as equally as serious as his as you began to negotiate terms.

“But what will everybody else say?” he sighed, leaning back and looking over his shoulder at a group of his brothers messing around with a keg in the kitchen. “I mean, they’re gonna want a winner,” he said, his eyebrow raised at you.

“Okay…” you said thoughtfully, dragging out the word. “What about, first one to make the other finish is the winner?” you suggested.

The corner of his mouth turned up playfully and you could tell he liked the sound of that idea. “Alright, you’re on,” he said, holding his hand out for you to shake on the terms.

“You know, I might as well go in there and shout my victory now,” he bragged as you let go of his hand and he began to get to his feet.

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” you replied as you let him help you up.

“I guess we’ll see,” he said suggestively.

“I guess we’ll see,” you replied.

He snuck you up a back staircase in the house so no one would see you, before he quickly pulled you into his room and locked the door. You were both so desperate now, neither one of you waited a second longer than the click of the latch to smash your lips against one another, officially ending the chastity rules.

His hands felt firm as they roamed over your body, his fingers slowly inching up the bottom of your dress further to grab ahold of your ass and press you harder against his body. You could already feel his erection pushing against your belly beneath his shorts and you couldn’t wait to feel it within you.

As he blindly began to back you towards his bed, you moved your hand up to knock his stupid backwards cap off and expose his dark and luscious curls underneath. He was just the right side of needing a haircut that it really allowed you to dig your fingers in deep and get lost in them as his mouth opened wider and your tongues began to dance in the space between your lips.

The backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and he skillfully dipped you onto your back before he climbed on top you, your lips still attacking one another with fervour.

“Fuck, been wanting to do this for ages,” he muttered into your lips as his fingers gripped bruisingly at your bare thighs beneath your dress.

“Liar, you’d barely even looked my way until our names got pulled out of those cups,” you threw back, as you parted long enough for him to lean back and rip his top off.

“Not true,” he muttered as he leaned forward and began to trail kisses down your neck and across the top of your chest.

“Then why have you never made a move before?”

“Because I didn’t think you were interested in me. I’m not exactly one to stick my nose in where it doesn’t belong.”

“But you’ll do that now?” You teased as he moved down between your legs, lifting up the bottom of your dress and playfully nipping at your clit over the top of your panties. The feeling made your legs shiver and you let out a small frustrated whine.

“Ooh baby, I don’t think you’re gonna last long,” he said, kissing the insides of your thighs.

“Oh yeah,” you said, gripping his curls in your fingers and pulling him by his head back up the bed so his eyes were in line with yours. “We’ll see about that,” you challenged competitively, your other hand sneaking forward to cup his length over his shorts.

“No foreplay?” he stated in an attempt to keep things even.

“No foreplay,” you agreed, before you both parted long enough to completely strip off.

“You got condoms?” you asked as he kicked his shorts off of his ankles.

“In the drawer,” he nodded and you raced to get one out and hand it over to him.

As you watched him roll it down over his hardened length, you lay back on his bed with your legs open, your fingers passing through your folds and pumping inside you a couple of times just to make sure you were ready. He looked up and caught your eyes just as you circled your clit, your teeth biting into your bottom lip as you tried to hold yourself together.

“You ready?” he asked as he shifted back up onto the bed, his left hand moving to pull you down the bed towards him, whilst his right hand pumped his length in preparation.

“Don’t lose on the first pump now,” you teased him and he glowered playfully at you. But it was you who almost lost it when he suddenly thrust into you.

You both stilled, holding each other tight, your fingernails grazing his shoulders as you both allowed yourselves a second to adjust and compose yourselves again.

“So you gonna move or what?” you taunted him after a moment of you both being completely silent.

“Yeah, I’m on it. Jeez you’re so impatient,” he said with a suave furrowed brow and teasing smile that made you reluctantly want to swoon.

“Oh my god, come on Torres,” you groaned.

“Ask nicely,” he said with a grin but you just looked at him as if you were questioning if he was being ‘for real.’

“Man, I’ve never known someone so eager to lose a bet,” he teased, still not moving.

You rolled your eyes. “Come on.” you said with a whine.

“Ask nicely.”

“Fine. Joaquin, please would you-“ before you could even finish asking he slowly rolled his hips and his cock moved agonisingly slowly inside you, gliding over just the right spot to make you shiver.

It was torturously slow, every thrust intended to cause as much sensitivity for you, whilst allowing him to keep his control. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered.

“Oh that’s it. That’s it baby. Come on,” he encouraged you.

“Oh my god, would you just shut up,” you snapped back at him playfully.

“Why? You got a little praise kink? My words gonna make you cum?” he asked with a shit eating grin. You loathed to admit it, but you both knew he was right. “Want me to tell you you’re a good girl. That you’re doing so well for me?” he teased. “Come on baby, be a good girl. Cum for me. Cum all over my-“

“Oh my god, just shut up,” you gritted, reaching up to smash your lips into his to distract them and give them something else to do.

You tried to distract your mind. To think of anything else to help you ride this out and distract you from that feeling growing between your legs, but you were so sensitive you didn’t know how long you could hold out. You needed to find a way to make him break first. You needed him to go all out. Stop fucking you slow and timidly just for your pleasure. You had to make him think he was winning.

And there in lie the answer.

“Uh, oh my god. No, no, no. Stop, stop, stop please. I’m gonna-“ you said with faked panic, your body squirming as you tried to get away from him and sell the bit.

“Come on, baby, give it to me,” he countered, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place as he began to pump inside you that little bit quicker.

“I can’t- please, no! Uh!” you cried out, screwing up your eyes like you were teetering on the edge of climax.

“There you go, come on baby, just give in,” he panted as his hips picked up speed. But his thumb moved onto your clit, the rough pad pressing down and putting pressure on the little sensitive spot.

“Fuck,” you genuinely cried, your cunt clamping down on him as you tried to keep yourself in check and hold it in. But he thought you were cumming.

“Ha, yeah. Who’s your daddy?” he cried out in triumph as he continued to pump inside you. “Uh thank fuck,” he cried out as his hips picked up speed, his head hanging with the exhaustion of trying to hold back his own release- but no more.

“Come on Joaquin, cum for me,” you encouraged as you reached round to cup his balls as he thrust once, twice, three times more before collapsing over you as he came with a grunt.

He stilled and you felt his length pulsate inside you as he filled up the condom. He groaned as he slowly pulled out of you and rolled over to flop on his back on the bed. You couldn’t help but let out your shit eating grin as he struggled to compose himself.

“What? Why are you smiling like that?” he asked when he finally looked over and saw the Cheshire Cat wide smile on your face. “Why are you smiling like that?” he asked again, his face falling into a look of worry as he propped himself up.

“You came,” you said to him.

“Yeah but you did first,” he countered.

“Did I?” you asked. “Or did you just assume I did.” you teased him.

“No, you did.” he said growing animated. “I felt it.”

“Did you?” you asked.

His face fell into a look of horror, “Oh shit,” he exclaimed as what you’d done fully hit him. “You faked it.”

“Yup,” you grinned.

“No.”

“Yes. And now you have to go tell all your friends out there that you lost the bet.” you beamed with victory.

He groaned, his head hanging forward. “Uh fine,” he conceded. “But-“ he said, his brown eyes locking onto yours earnestly, “not before I give you a real orgasm.,�� he countered, feeling his pride on the line.

“Fine,” you grinned, agreeing to the terms. “But I’m not calling you daddy,” you said, laying back ready for whatever it was he planned to do to you. He let out a small breathy laugh of amusement over your joke, before shifting himself down to nuzzle between your folds until you came all over his tongue… again… and again… and again.

For Joaquin, losing never tasted so sweet.

#joaquín torres #joaquín torres x reader #joaquin x reader #joaquin torres #fratboy!joaquin #college au #mcu #fan fiction #smut #Joaquin Torres smut #joaquin x you #falcon

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blue-willow-tree · 12 hours ago

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h..h-hii! i am new anon, i have been scrolling through your blog non stop since last night and i cannot help but smile at how adorable you are with your words and people! i am a learning dom and i was wondering if you could tell me how to praise with some examples? i know you have many asks but new anons are first so lets see how that goes! hehe

have a wonderful day/night wherever you are situated in this world!

may i ask if this emote is taken 🎐?

Hi there, sweet anon x No need to be nervous, take deep breaths for me, love. I'm really glad to have caught your attention and I'm welcoming you into my little world with open arms <3 That emoji is all yours and your compliments are precious. I do ask that you tell me your age and pronouns when you pop around here again, please ♡ I'd hate to refer to you incorrectly x

I loved this question! I love to praise, I really really do. I also love to receive it, so I'll definitely be doing my best to answer this and I'll write in my favourite lines I love to hear/say. But every sub is different! Definitely find out their favourite petnames and what sort of rewards they like (treats, sexual rewards, etc)

Sfw:

If they've completed a task (an assignment, chores, cooking, work, etc)

"I'm so proud of you, baby. You absolutely aced it!"

"There's my bright/golden star"

"There's my good girl! I told you you could do it, hm?"

If they're dressed beautifully/handsomely/cutely:

"You're so cute I could just eat you right up"

"You look as beautiful as ever, my love. You're mine, and I can't wait to show you off tonight"

"Well look at you, hm? I can't take my eyes off of you."

Nsfw:

If they're dressed beautifully/handsomely/cutely:

"You look like you're begging to be ruined, baby. And it's working."

"I can't wait to fuck this pretty face/body later"

While they're pleasuring you:

"There we go, there we go baby. You fuck me so well"

"Right there, just like that. That's it, that's my perfect girl"

While you're pleasuring them:

"You look so perfect when you let me touch you like this"

"There's my good girl"

"You take me so well"

"Just a little more, okay? I know you can take it baby, you always make me so proud"

#<3 #anon ask #🎐 anon #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #praise k!nk #wlw mommy #mommy's good girl #bd/sm kink

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starlighthosh · 1 day ago

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I had an idea about a fanfic and I really need you to write it.

Dino fucking you in the practice room infront of the mirror, after you told him about your insecurities

I am actually going crazy at that thought🫠 please feed my delusions

Well I hope you’re hungry MDNI

Look at you - l.c

extra warning: fem!reader, unprotected sex (no), kinda voyeur, lowkey angst? tw! hint of ed

“I should definitely lose some weight” you sighed, sitting down on the floor of the practice room, across from Dino. He, who was just about to take a sip from his water, almost spat out the drink.

“You what? Why do you think you should do that?” he asked confused, not getting how such a beautiful human being could say something like that. “I don’t know. I’m always seeing all those beautiful girls on the street with their perfect bodies. It makes me kinda sad, that I don’t look like them” you explained to him.

His eyes widened with shock. “Is that why you’ve been skipping so many meals?” he realized. You remained still, the silence louder than any words. “Baby” he started, coming closer to you. “You don’t have to look like them, do you know that?” he tried to assure you, but the words flew by you.

He put a finger under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “It doesn’t matter what kind of body type you have or how flawless your skin is. You are you. That’s all you have to be, to be beautiful.” he whispered, his eyes full of love. He left a soft gentle kiss on your lips, caressing your cheek.

Your eyes became glassy, trying to hold back the tears. He really meant it, you could feel that. You don’t really know, if that was just because of the mix of emotions in you, but suddenly you were all over him. From kissing his face down to his neckline, to pulling on his clothes.

He broke the kiss for a short moment. “Let me show you, how beautiful you are” he whispered into your ear. Next thing you know is, that you were laying on the floor, right in front of the mirror.

Dino traced your whole body with his hands, taking a few seconds on each curve to admire it. You were on top of him, but he had all the control over the situation. His dick already leaked pre-cum, twitching to finally be inside you.

He turned you around, guiding you down onto him. “Look at yourself, while I fuck you. Look at how beautiful you are” he muttered. He was stretching you out perfectly, his dick throbbing inside of you.

His hands on your hips slowly started to move you up and down on him, making you slightly whimper. “Ah yes, you’re beautiful sounds. Don’t hold back, listen to yourself” he commanded in a soft tone.

You leaned forward, supporting your body with his thighs as you started to move by yourself. Dino made sure your gaze was locked on your body. The way your tits bounced, your mouth slightly opened, eyebrows furrowed. How is that not the most gorgeous sight ever?

He leaned back on his hands, enjoying how you bounced on him. One of his hands moved to your ass, giving it a good squeeze. “You’re so attractive. My pretty woman” he praised, sending butterflies through your stomach.

“D-Dino.. I can’t do it” you trembled, slowly feeling your legs give out. “It’s okay princess. Let me take over” he said, before gripping your hips and slightly lifting you up. He proceeded to fuck upwards into you, making your whole body shake.

Your mouth formed into an ‘o’, feeling his tip hitting the right spot, your moans getting louder. “Are you looking at yourself? At that pretty face and your perfect body?” he asked with a grin.

You did. Maybe it was because of the heat of the moment or his charming whispers into your ear, but you saw yourself with complete different eyes. All of a sudden, your thighs weren’t that thick anymore, but cute. Your belly fat wasn’t ugly, but totally normal. Your body is perfect as it is.

It didn’t take long for you to cum, clenching around his dick, while your whole body shivered, moans echoing in the practice room. Your chest was still heaving with pleasure, but you didn’t had time to relax.

Dino manhandled you onto all fours, gripping your hair so you looked right into the mirror. “Are you enjoying the view just as much as I do?” he asked. You nodded, admiring your own beauty.

He started to move inside you again, groaning at the way your ass wiggled with every thrust. One hand pulled your head back, while the other draw lines along your spine. His touch soft, but with a certain intensity, that gave you goosebumps all over your body.

Then, he pulled you up, your back on his chest. “You’re so fucking attractive. So cute and pretty and amazing” he whispered into your ear, speeding up his thrusts. A hand squeezed your tit, holding you close. The other went down to your clit, giving you some extra pleasure.

Your back arched, meeting his thrusts with your ass. His groans got breathier, signaling you that he’s getting close, but still holding in. You on the other hand were a gasping mess, almost reaching your second orgasm of the night.

You gripped the wrist of the hand on your clit, weakly trying to stop him, but the pleasure just felt too good.

Both of your bodies melted into each other, radiating heat through the cold room. The room filled with skin to skin clapping and your moans.

His hand on your clit got faster as his thrusts became harsher. “Come on. Cum on my cock again” he motivated you, almost reaching his own edge.

You whole body stuttered, cumming a second time right onto him. The feeling making him cum too with you, burying himself into you. His warmth spreading inside you, made you relax into his chest.

You both took a minute to calm down. Hot breaths against your ear, while he continued to admire your body. “Do you still think you should loose weight?” he inquired. You chuckled, before shaking your head.

“No, I think I’m glad with how it is right now” you replied, still out of breath. He gave you a loving smile. “Good. The next time you doubt yourself, tell me and I can show you, how wrong that is of you” he scolded. Both of you started laughing.

“I will, thank you baby”

Authors note:

I actually got so sick over night, it’s not even funny. That’s why I’ve been kinda quiet over the day, hope you’re not mad or anything. Plus, I think I got a writing block? Or however you call that. Totally going insane, like, just let me write my fanfics😭 I’m super struggling with my other requests right now, be patient please🙏🏻 Anyways, hope you still enjoyed it!

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #smut #seventeen smut #masterlist #svt dino #lee chan #dino seventeen #dino smut #dino fanfic #dino x reader

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koremakaria · 2 days ago

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Reason number 58974 for Booting Out your Fiancé in a Period CDramaland

Episode 1

Okay ... okay so maybe not that dramatic but in all seriousnss I adore this FL ... our Qiao Man wears the big pants in her clan ... my girl is beautiful with a brilliant brain! It's a win-win all around. But because this is a period cdrama ... our poor FL is only useful in limited situations including joining in an advantageous marriage. But the first suiter is no good because???

well ... see ... as part of her bethrothal gift she was supposed to receive a mountain lynx but his people couldn't be bother enought to find one and had given her a common weasel instead. This was quite unbecoming for someone of her noble station. In fact, it was down right disrespectful. Soooo my girl was like get this man OUT OF HERE! Effective Immediately! Like she couldn't depend on him or his people to defend her clan when they couldn't even bother to locate one mountain lynx.

Now on to the next suitor! Who do we have here?

Ahhh it's our ML who is a crazed warlord. He's been attacking and conquering all of the neighboring lands and is very very POWERFUL so in order to secure peace FL was like ... let's form a political alliance via a political marriage between our families. Very logical! Very sensible indeed!

Now let's read the fine print ... shall we? ... ohhhh right ... it says here that ML has a longstanding beef with FL's clan because her grandfather failed to send a military aid to ML's grandfather way back when which resulted in A LOT of people not making it ... including ML's grandfather, father, and older brother. BUT ... my girl was like perchance ML won't hold a grudge because it was soooo long ago and anyways FL is offering a strategic parcel of land as part of her dowry! hahaa let bygone be bygone ... amIright!!!

Call me crazy but does this look like a man who holds no grudge to you? Yeah ... About that ... I would dare say this man holds a long grudge and then some judging by how he welcomes his potential bride at the gate ... with an arrow aimed in her direction. No, it was not just for show ... and yes ... that strategic land did sorta saved her from being DOA. But really you can't fault my girl here because she understands that the political marriage proposal is a dangerous gamble and one she enters freely in order to secure peace for her people. I have to give her props for it!

And this is just episode one!!!!! Can't wait for more!

#historical cdrama #prisoner of beauty #liu yuning #song zuer #wei zhao #qiao man

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hahjsshnanans772 · 2 days ago

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taking the little part of guest 1337 screaming like a girl in the itrapped hcs and running away with it like an mf...

anyways onto the question!! can i have some guest 1337 headcannons :) /nf

I’m finally finishing this and I could’ve finished this like! A bijillion hours ago

GENERAL ;

- 60% Ler | 40% Lee, he’s like noob in a way, but more assertive with his tickling. He’s also MEANER!!!!!

- has tickled everyone at least once, and has been tickled by everyone else at least once!

- attempts to act super serious when he tickles someone. But it’s kinda hard when he’s making people smile in joy

- adamantly tries to claim that he isn’t ticklish. Does not work. Even soldiers are ticklish guest….. stares

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LEE ;

- HAS THE MOST STUPID FUCKING TICKLISH KNEE PITS EVER. it’s absolutely so hilarious and NOBODY can understand why he’s just so ticklish there. Not that they’re complaining. Easy source to make him all soft and non-serious.

- crazy ticklish legs. Literally both of his legs are unbearably ticklish, the soles of his feet are absolutely killer aswell. And he hates it he wishes he was born as a spatula. HELP

- everywhere else is ehhh. It’s ticklish but not enough to make him absolutely freak out. His hands aren’t ticklish. Noob tried. They were sad at the results. Boo

- squirms, hits, bucks. literally does EVERYTHING to get away, he might be strong! but tickles are stronger!

- speaking of that, he lets out girly shrieks if his knee pits are directly tickled for a long period of time. Actually lost his voice for a bit because of how loud he was laughing. Chance is #banned from tickling him!

- his usual laughter is a deep belly laugh of sorts, but it can rise in pitch if a more ticklish spot is focused on,

- HATES anticipation, he can’t understand why, but he hates the thought of hands lingering over his sweet spots, that’s why it’s always used on him.

- loves spending time with his ler, even likes cuddles if he feels like it… why do half of these guys like cuddle.. it’s okay, they deserve it!

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LER ;

- NUMBER ONE LER. Shedletsky is just behind him and he is NOT happy about that.

- tickles shedletsky when he starts whining about that, makes the evil evil bird man shut up instantly

- knows every which way to pin someone without hurting them, as well as every technique on how to tickle someone to their giddy demise

- makes sure the lees want it first tho, he doesn’t pin them before asking

- main lees are two time and noob, ones an insomniac cult member who’s been manipulated, And the other is a half nervous wreck who flinches at almost everything… activates the ler dad inside of 1337. Evil father figure gives sad they/thems soft tickles

- even jokingly rubs his hands like an evil villain, literally all seriousness is thrown out the window at that point

- LOVES giving comfort tickles, but he’s usually MEAN first!!! Not nice dude.. you’re so evil.

- can’t help but smile when he tickles others, he finds himself in a safe space, mostly because it reminds him of home, and also because it removes some of the negativity surrounding the situation he’s been forced in. Cough. Spectre. Ew

- his tickles are also dependent on his lees preferences. Sometimes he goes overboard by accident, but quickly corrects himself

- his favourite aftercare is braiding his lees hair. Because. He has a daughter and wife. So he usually braids survivors with long hair to make him feel like he’s at home.

sorry. My brain was rotting so badly I couldn’t really think straight for a few hours HELPPPPPPP.. but here it is… comically late. Prays on my hands and knees that you guys forgive me.

also. I am eating up that block of cheese

Thanks for the requests! Hope you guys have an awesome day/night!

#forsaken tickles #yuri’s headcanons #sfw tickle blog #tax paid! yes!#ler!guest 1337 #lee!guest 1337 #I am shaking this man back and forth #I might be loosing it! just possibly!#awkwardly smiles

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persony-person873 · 3 days ago

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I said I would do this and actually did! Wow! @mer-acle

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It's quiet. Not the normal sort of quiet, it's the type of quiet that seems deafening. If it weren't for Ares' non-stop chatter, it would surely be, Hera believes, silent.

Athena doesn't speak but in any other situation, Hera would think it almost normal. She was a quiet kid; constantly whispering her messages into Metis' ears to be communicated with Hera. For some time, Hera hadn't heard Athena's voice - save for the stray murmurs between her and her mother - until months, perhaps nearly a year, after they had first met. It had been a quiet yes, please to some juice. Both Hera and Metis had beamed so brightly that day.

"She's just a bit shy," Metis would have reassured her, "give her some time."

What Hera would have given to be told that again. Instead she was stuck with doctors and therapist constantly claiming all sorts; that "she needs time to heal from the concussion," "she needs time to settle in, its a new environment for her, remember," and "she's just a kid, she'll grow out of it."

What did they know?

If it were up to Hera, Athena would have been fine not to speak. She would help her find other ways to communicate her needs and surely, surely, they'd be fine. But, of course, a new school wouldn't allow that, a job wouldn't, Zeus... she wasn't sure what he would think - but he was patient and, for now, that would be enough.

Hera couldn't help but sigh as she stood up. The kids - well, Ares, at least - would be getting hungry soon.

Ares was getting louder as he played, toy car in his hand as he spun in circles to the sound of an imaginary plane. Athena sat quietly in a corner, just watching.

"Quiet down a bit, Ares," he stopped, "remember Athena's head is still hurting."

"Sorry."

His plane sounds quietened slightly. She turned to Athena, kneeling down softly in front of her. The little girl looked up, eyes meeting Hera's before darting back down to her feet again.

"How are you doing today, Athena?"

She swallowed.

"Good."

A part of Hera wanted to scream with joy another part wanted to reach out and pull her into a hug.

She didn't.

"That's good." The smile on Hera's face felt as if it would never leave. Brave girl. "Is pizza okay for dinner today?"

She nodded.

"Good girl."

Hera smiled and left to the kitchen. She'd have to call Demeter later.

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AH didn't think this would end up so long oops - wrote it in like a hour as well!

#silent wars modern au #epic athena #rambles #the person can write sometimes

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lagunaseca2013 · 2 months ago

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helloooooooo, 🛼 & 🥐 :)

hiiii kate! thanks for the ask <3 truths/dares here!

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

👨‍🔬📚⚖️🫦🪢

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

genuinely doxxing myself a little bit w this one bc i’m pretty sure this only went viral among me and my two best friends from hs (if ur reading this look away) but i say okay girl…….. all the time when i see a two bottoms situation and NO ONE ever knows what i’m talking about

#ask game #kate mail #guys no one knows what i’m talkjnf abiut when i say okay girl #like last night me n valentin1k were discussing pecco/jorge and i wanted to be like #well this is an okay girl…….. situation #but i had to settle for saying they’re just gonna have to learn to switch #fic talk #if u can even call it that lmao #feeling kind of clever about the emojis i chose

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ancha-aus · 4 months ago

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NewAgeAU Drabble - Nine does not equal Ten

Hi @spotaus ! I am not even sorry at this point!! I had an idea and I think by the title you can guess what it is about this time :3

We are in post story again! (i am keeping my strike going lmao) but this time? very different character. Nine :3 (also. Xundyne's name for now is Ranha, from piranha... because she is a fish monster and well... I wanted a fish themed name for her lmao)

Also warning. Nine think very degrading and judgemental. in case that bothers you.

He is also a very unreliable narrator lmao.

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Nine makes sure to frown as he crosses his arms while his king, and co-king honestly, disappear into the meeting room with the brat that calls himself a king.

Nine only acts annoyed of course. He knew he wouldn't be allowed into the meeting room and he had been planning on it. It is hard to search this place if he is suposed to be in one room.

Ranha stands by his side, huffing and puffing as she mutters stuff under her breath. She is honestly annoyed with not being allowed inside the meeting room. Nine is sure she will be fine with it after he shares his plan.

Nine watches the brat acting as king lead his own king and his right hand inside. They would both be named king after the coup but the resistance hadn't wanted to push the people of Ritten too far. Nine watches as the crown prince, prince Dream, follows the child and Nine still doens't understand why Dream hasn't taken the crown yet. It can't be that hard to take the power from the younger skeleton. How Nightmare is still seen as king is a mystery to Nine.

Sure it seems like things are okay after three years but Nine knows not to bindly believe people. He had hoped that Ten would have finally learned that lesson by now but it seems that wasn't the case. But that is okay. Nine will be the great brother he was meant to be and get through to Ten and get him home. Easy.

The meeting room door closes and Nine nudges his best friend "Hush." and he nods towards the side. Ranha tilts her head and her red hair shifts slightly. She glances at the door before following him down the hallway.

"What is the big deal Nine?" She seems puzzles.

Nine looks back over his shoulder but nothing happens. Hah. See? And this is why Nightmare still being seen as king is a mystery to him. Those Knights are nothing but hot air as he doesn't even see any of them following him, no wonder Ten got accepted into the role so quickly, the knights clearly can't spot a single threat even when it is right in front of them. All he sees behind them is a prestine looking cat watching them.

"I knew they weren't going to let us join the meeting."

Ranha looks annoyed "Then why did you ask me to join you? I could be exploring the town and checking the stalls and stuff! See what people really think about their weird king and the weirdos here." the shark monster huffs.

Nine rolls his eyes "Because I am in the castle now. Which means I can finally find Ten and talk some sense into him."

Ranha stares shocked before she smiles broadly "Nine you are a genius! Lets go!"

Nine grins as he waves Ranha to follow him.

It isn't the first time he is in this castle. It is the fourth now. Each time Nine would just watch and wait only to not see Ten. This time he is going to search himself. Nine is lucky that Nightmare is a brat and clearly inexperienced with getting allies as it is taking his king and the brat king ages to get a treaty finalised. Honestly how Orchard managed to get Sanctuary as ally is still a mystery but Nine doesn't have time to figure out how this fake king is managing.

If Nine knows one thing is that kings like that will always fall by the brave people who are willing to stand against them.

But that isn't Nine's job. He already made the wrong choice like this before. When he picked the coup over his brother. When he didn't bother to help his brother adjust to all the heavy changes.

Nine had needed time. Time to even believe there were other options. To see that these options weren't wrong and could work for him. His friends had helped him see this. Yet Nine hadn't permitted Ten these insights and moments.

This time though! This time he will make this work! Even if Nine knows that Ten will never be able to fully adjust and become like them. He has gone through too much conditioning to ever be his own person again. But Nine can lead him in the right direction at least.

Ranha knows the way and it seems that she has the same plan as Nine had. Which is going straight towards the private wing.

None of them had allowed access to a whole wing of the castle. Apparently that was the royal's private wing. Which who needs a whole wing to themselves?!

Selfish pricks. All of them.

They turn the corner and get out into the hall. Nine ignores the many many tapestries. Ranha is right behind him as they make their way all the way through the next hall with large windows. They finally reach the right hallway and slow their running. They walk side by side with confidence as the near the entrance. There are two guards there but that doesn't matter. Nine is a visiting guard from a country their stupid king wants a treaty with. It will be easy to gain access.

Nine is a step away from entering the royal wing. He can't help but look at the arch leading into the next wing. The arch is large and high and seems to almost be like tree roots or branches. With small leaves and everything. It looks so livelike and Nine wonders who carved it, it straight up looks like living tree branches. Many other decorations and details just like this one are all across and around this castle.

He can't wonder much longer as the two guards cross their spears in front of Ranha and him.

Ranha glares "What are you doing? Let us through!"

A cat like monster, orange of colour, sounds very unamused "No one is allowed access into the king's wing." She looks unbothered.

The dog monster next to her grins "What Harper said. Shoo little kiddos." the grin makes the slight greying around his snout stand out. He has short trimmed fur and most obviously, the cut tail.

Nine huffs as he stands taller, easily towering over the black and white dog "I was allowed access."

The dog hums and taps his chin before shaking his head "Nope! Doesn't work like that!"

Harper nods "Indeed. Only the royal family and those allowed acces by either them of the Head of House are allowed entrance."

Nine wants to roll his eyes at the stupid head of house title. Everyone should know that is just some stupid coverup. Nine has his theories but for now he sees his in. He gives a charming smile as he nods "I know of course. But he told me himself he needed me to grab something for him." he grins as he wiggles his eye brows. Hinting at a secret meaning.

The dog and cat share a look before Harper looks unimpressed "We do not allow entrance to anyone unless he told us himself he allows entrance."

Ranha luckily sees what Nine is trying and joins in "We seriously got the go ahead! It is an emergancy that we are allowed in."

The dog shakes his head again "No can't do! The last time I didn't follow the orders they cut off my tail! And I only have one of those and I don't want to imagine what will go next."

Nine feels sick to deep in his soul. They... They did what?!

Harper glances at her partner unamused "Shut it Shep."

Shep grins at her "What do you think Harp! What will be next?"

Harper looks umimpressed "If I am lucky it will be your tongue."

Nine feels sick. What is wrong with these people? Why are they still here? What kind of hell and torture kingdom did his stupid younger brother get himself stuck in? Well not for long! Nine will make sure to tell the others everything.

But only after he managed to get Ten home. To get Ten away from this place before they realised that Nine was going to bring this whole kingdom down. He won't make the same mistake of ignoring his brother just because it would be harder for him. No. He will first free his brother and then they will bring this hellhole down and people will be celebrating them.

Harper looks unamused at them "You are not welcome here. Please remove yourself from this area or we will be forced to remove you ourselves." She sounds bored as she says this.

Nine is very sure he can take them but Ranha huffs and walks away. Nine looks back betrayed before following her.

They walk through the halls until they end up in the tapastry hall again. Nine glares at Ranha "Why would you-"

Ranha stops as she shakes her head "You don't understand. You know how I sometimes have these feelings? Of incoming attacks?" Nine nods. It was one of Ranha's many talents and how Ranha was undefeated.

Ranha continues to speak "When you got ready to get us inside. I felt it. This large... presence. Suddenly and ready." she shakes her head "Danger. I felt it was better to retreat and make a better plan."

Nine frowns but sighs "Fair enough. The chance that Ten would be there is rather small..." He may be one of his knights but Nine doubts they truly get anything aside from a title and more dangerous jobs. Well and the masks, those are rather cool. Nine would like a mask. He thinks he would look amazing and very cool in one.

Ranha nods as she mutters "Where could he be... or who would know?" She rubs her chin "The knights probably. But i doubt they will want to help us. I have no doubt that whatever the king used to keep Ten listening to him also works on the other knights. Do you think it is somekind of mind control? or like blackmail? mind control would be okay to break but blackmail is much more sensitive, especially as it implies he got it somehow. We could also wait until the treaty is signed and go by Sanctuary and see if we can get more support through them. Make an allyship with them and then overthrow this whole country."

Nine should be listening. But all he can do is stare at the tapastries.

They happened to end before a set that Nine had been ignoring. Almost like the world itself is trying to force Nine to see and consider them. The first in the set that calls his attention is one showing two small skeletons. One in yellow and one in purple. A sun shown above the one in yellow and a moon shown above the one in purple.

It isn't hard to connect the purple skeleton with the brat king. But Nine doens't understand. Because the yellow one is clearly the crown prince. But they look the same age here. Same height and everything. It had already been confusing that the younger brother had gotten the crown before the older one but this made it seem as if they are much closer in age than the real them shows. It confuses him. It could be something to play up the dramatics but when they had their tour it was implied that these tapastries are a way to document the past.

Though the actual historic events could have gone down differently and this is just another piece of propaganda.

The next one shows a picture of a dark and seemingly partly liquid monster. A skeleton still but large and dark and with tentacles on his back. He stands tall with an arm pointed outwards, the young yellow skeleton is being send away. As the tall one remains with a crown on his dark skull.

Nine looks at the third that caught his attention. This one shows the dark skeleton standing behind the young king. The dark goop skeleton however doens't look menacing. Instead the sockets are closed as the large imposing figure stands with open hands towards the young skeleton in purple. The young skeleton has his sockets open and seems to stare outwards. The tentacles all hang around him as well, not ready to strike but in a way that seemed to surrender. a crown held within the young skeleton's hands.

Nine ponders. He wonders if the gooped skeleton had been Nightmare's parent. He knows that Nim was suposed to be the king before Nightmare and that the gooped skeleton took over. Something about taking the crown from the rightful heir. Nine knows that the gooped skeleton had been named Nightmare as well and Nine is very sure that this one just named the now ruling Nightmae after himself, like a Nightmare the second. This also ties in with the whole head of house theory he has. Nine knows that the head of house is a useless title often given to a favourite servant. Somekind of excuse to keep someone close without needing to put actual time and effort into them standing out as consort or advisor. And the tiny skeleton had to have come from somewhere.

Of course his theory still has holes in it. Mostly what the deal with Dream is and where he fit in. But Nine hopes to eventually figure it out. He already figured out a lot of the situation after all.

He looks at the last one and huffs. It shows the young skeleton in purple holding hands wiht an older looking skeleton in yellow. The moon and sun having been united into one symbol. On the moon side were figures which resembled the different knights. Nine can't help but stare at the one with the snow leopard mask. His brother... stuck in some legacy and played like a pawn... If Nine had tried harder to make Ten feel included would Ten have been okay? Not perfect but maybe a bit better?

On the skeleton in yellow's side was some warrior in blue with a large hammer and a skeleton with many colours and brown clothes with a tail.

Nine stares at the title 'Reunited.' Seems like all these pictures have names. Nine doesn't understand but figures it is some sort of propaganda. Something to mellow out people and make it seem like it is okay.

"Nine?"

Ranha looks worried before she looks at where Nine is staring and her smile turns gentle "Hey... I know you want to help him. And even if we can never truly make him fully whole. We can at least give him a safe place."

Nine sighs and nods "It is something." The damage that his father and old king did was too large. There is no way his simple and naive brother will be able to fully get over it. To be able to move past it. But Nine will do his duty as brother and keep Ten somewhere safe. Some simple jobs will be good. Some normal routine.

Ranha looks around and sees some maids walk by and Nine follows her as she rushes over. She smiles brightly at them before making some small talk. The maids seem happy and content. Easily talking back and giggling once or twice. Though Nine can't help but feel like this is not the way girls normlaly giggle when Ranha flirts with them. This seems more... amused? It is hard to explain. He notices a black cat on the window sill. Lounging as it stares at them with large yellow eyes.

Ranha is casual as can be once she asks the question "I was wondering if we could see a knight! You know. Maybe the one with the white panther mask?"

The maids share a look before one snorts "You mean Cross?" Nine just barely manages to keep his annoyance is. His brother's name is not fucking cross. It is Ten! That is his name and Ten will always be Ten! The maid hums and looks at her friend "Is it training time?"

The other shakes her head "I don't think so. I believe I saw sir Cross with sir Dust."

The first one laughs and nods "Oh that is easy then." she smiles brightly at them "They will be at the ranch. That is where Sir Dust always is."

Nine blinks confused. The ranch? Why? Ranha however asks where they can find it and the maids tell them how to get there. They do warn them to not bother this Dust knight when he is working with the horses before walking off together. Giggling and whispering stuff. They shoot them a look before rushing off giggling again.

Ranha grins and flexes her arms "Still got it." Nine isn't sure she does but he won't challange her on it. They follow the hallways and Nine can't help but stare at the walls around them.

The walls look strange. They have ridges and dips and when Nine feels them they feel like they are made of wood yet he knows for a fact that they are suposed to be rocks and bricks.

Nine once again wonders which masterful crafter and builder made this castle. It almost seems alive. It is warm and beautiful. Everywhere there is signatures of nature or references to it.

The castle he is used to. That of his father. It was all sharp lines and precision. Nothing was allowed to be out of place. No dust or dirt anywhere. Everything had to be perfect.

This castle was wilder. That is the best way Nine can explain it. It is wild and uncontained. It branches outwards. Stuff is uneven and different. The pillars aren't exactly the same even as they are all that same carved stone to look like roots. It feels alive. It feels living. It seems the breath. It feels like there is something larger at play.

Yet it doesnt feel welcome, he doens't feel welcome. Nine can't explain it exactly.

They get outside and follow the path. It takes them a while as they walk past some trees and through a small forest and then they see it.

It is a large ranch. Build with this deep greenish wood of all colours. WIth multiple large pens nearby. It is open and large. But the trees give it privacy. It is beautiful.

Nine feels Ranha tug on his armour and follows where she is pointing. In a pen he can see his brother! Ten is there but... he is seated on a beige horse. Large and strong looking. Antoher skeleton is nearby and seems to be messing with the reins of the horse.

Nine begins to walk closer but he starts to slow his steps. Because... Ten isn't wearing armour. Nine can't rememebr the last time Ten hadn't been wearing armour. Back at home he always had to be ready. Ten.... Ten didn't have time to relax in a casual outfit. Or do things for himself. And yet... here he is... under another tyrant yet... he is wearing casual clothes? He is sitting on a horse? is this somekind of trick of that king? Let Ten relax to make him more loyal? Maybe the brat is smarter than Nine thought.

Ranha shoots him a confused look before going to step closer to the pen but Nine stops her. He can't explain. it is just... Ten looks... He looks different. Not just his clothes but... something else. Nine can't quite explain what it is or put his finger on it. He needs more information. He needs to be prepared to break through any trick or lie. He nods towards the side where a large fench is located and some barrels. Ranha nods and sneaks there with Nine right by her side. They hide behind the barrels and Nine focusses his magic. He quickly enhances his sight and hearing and focusses in. Strangely enough he also feels like there is rian in the air but a glance up shows a cloudless sky. But any thought about the weird feeling in the air is forgotten as soon as Ten speaks.

"Are you sure about this Dust? I still don't think I am ready. What if he throws me off?!"

The other skeleton, Dust is just wearing a large sweater. It looks to be made of high quality. He also seems to be wearing just a beanie to cover his skull. A large red scarf wrapped around his neck. The scarf looks a different quality than everything else.

The other tilts his skull at Ten. Seemingly considering his answer "If you fall off. We can try again."

Ten glares "Dust this isn't funny."

Dust seems to disagree as he grins slightly, just a slight upturn of the teeth "It is fine Cross. Just a matter of trying again. And you and Limestone need to practise this."

Nine feels himself get angry as they use the fake name for his brother but he needs to remain calm. He needs to watch and learn.

Ten grumbles unhappily as he glares down at the horse "I just... I don't get why you can't just train him... You trained Basalt... and Granite for that matter!"

Dust tilts his skull "I did. But he needs to get used to you while running. Get used to how you move and your weight." he pets the horse, the horse leans into Dust's touch "There needs to be trust Cross. You need to trust Limestone that he won't throw you off. And Limestone needs to be able to trust you that you will lead him into the right direction."

Ten blinks and seems to stare at Dust for a moment before looking down at the horse. The animal just stares at him. "I... euh... oh..."

Dust tilts his skull the other way "Do you want to try galloping first?"

Ten looks up and Nine finally figured out what is different. Why Ten looks different. Ten is... smiling. He is smiling brightly and nods excited at the idea.

Nine... Nine can't remember the last time he saw Ten happy and smiling... It is a face he never saw on his brother.

Ranha mutters softly "Wow... I never... He looks so differnet now... so much... more like... A person? i guess? It is weird. I am used to him just. Standing straight and like saluting and being still and unmoving? Like some statue and not like a person?"

Nine nods because he notices it now. The way the Ten is messing with the reins. The way his leg seems to tap the stirrup. The way he seems to almost... wiggle in place a little.

Dust chuckles and nods as he pets the horse a few more times "Go for it. Limestone wants to move." and he takes a few steps back.

Ten gets a large smile on his face as he kicks his heels lightly back, Nine is very surprised when the horse starts moving. He thought you had to be rougher and kick harder to get horses to move. That was hardly a tick.

Yet it works. As Ten starts to ride the horse and the horse speeds up quickly. Very quickly. Ranha suddenly gasps "Holy shit. That horse still has like the three toe system."

Nine blinks in shock. He knows that the wild horses form Orchard were rumoured to be faster and much more diverse than the horses in other places. The wild horses continued to adapt and where made to travel long distances for faster speeds unlike the normal horse endurance. The toes give extra stability and would make the horses able to travel all kinds of terrain while still being fast.

Nine stares in awe as the horse speeds up and than continues to go full speed ahead. Ten tugs lightly on the reins and the horse reacts instantly. Making sharp turns and Nine notices that the back looks longer and sligthly bigger than the horses Nine is used to.

These. These truly are a different breed.

Maybe Nine can convince his king and friend to keep this allyship going for a bit longer. Or maybe get a few horses out of the deal. Nine has no doubt these horses could be much better with good riders.

Ten is.... surprisingly okay with riding the horse. Makes okay turns but well. It is just Ten so NIne is sure he is doing stuff wrong that they can work on back in Ritten, once they find his shortcomings.

Ten eventually returns to Dust and Ten smiles brightly and Nine can't help but stare. He looks happy. He is happy. That is what is different about him. He is relaxed and happy and he doesn't stand as a statue anymore.

Ten laughs as he grins at Dust "Limestone is even faster than before!"

Dust nods but has a tiny smile on his face. Looking very content and proud "Limestone is a strong horse. He is fast and loves to exercise and run. It is honestly a bigger problem to make sure he rests than anything." he crosses his arms and raises a brow at Ten "Remind you of someone."

Ten blushes and looks to the side as he rubs his neck "I have been getting better with the whole work life balance."

Dust nods and agress easily. He pets the horse and looks at Ten "Want to try going faster?"

Faster?! How do you go faster than that!?

Ten looks deeply unhappy and unsure "I don't know..." he pets the horse.

Dust seems to stare at him before speaking "Would it be better if I lead the path with Opal?"

Ten looks up and a look of pure relieve on his face. Had... had Ten always been this expressive?

Ten nods "Please."

Dust nods and looks to the side. He clicks his tongue and teeth and one of the horses looks up. A smaller but beautiful grey horse with striking purple eyes. The horse starts running and jumps over the fench before trotting over to the two skeletons and horse.

Ten laughs and grins at Dust "Opal is showing off again."

Dust sighs and nods "I can't manage to unlearn her to jump fenches." the horse stops before him and pushes her whole head into his chest and arms. Dust pets the head and neck "You ready to lead Cross and Limestone?" The horse pulls back and tussles her head around before waiting patiently.

Dust puts his hand into his hip bag and pulls out this curious stone and metal item. He taps the side and bright gemstones light up and runes start to shine.

Ten looks alarmed "What is that!?"

Dust glances at him and a small smile appears "It is a prototype. Geno gave it to me to test it as I ride horses. It is suposed to be something to make it easy and quick to saddle up horses."

Ten looks deeply unhappy as he glares at the item as if it personally offended him "That stupid smug bastard. He is just trying to buy you over with stupid gifts."

Dust looks deeply amused "It is a prototype."

Ten throws up his arms "You are the only person who would find a good use for this!"

Dust chuckels as he lets the item get near the horse and it shines before it starts unfolding and a few clicks later and the horse is equipped with the normal rider things. Dust gets on top of the horse with a grace and confidence that leaves Nine open mouthed. He never... Even the people at home...

Dust looks at Ten "Ready?"

Ten grins as he nods "Yes. Lock the reins and just hold on right?" as he says it he messes with the headpiece on the horse and Nine wants to roll his eyes.

Dust nods and speaks "Indeed. Just make sure it is ready as if you are going to make a get away." and he waits.

Shit he really is patient... Is that why he is teaching Ten?

Ten nods and sits up straight "Ready!"

Dust chuckles as he turns his horse. He checks back over his shoulder to Ten "Go for it. Get him to follow Opal." Dust doesn't even tug on the reins and Nine can't even spot an obvious movement to direct the horse to start moving. How did he do that?

Ten takes a deep breath before he leans closer to the horse and grabs hold on some extra handbars on the headpiece of the horse. The horse immediantly looks around as Ten nudges the horse to look at Dust and the leaving horse.

The horse stares before it starts to trod after the other skeleton and horse. Ten meanwhile stays as he is. Relaxing against the horse as his horse just follows Dust and his own horse.

It is fascinating. Especially when Dust starts to speed up with some unseeable comment and Ten's horse follows right along. There is no doubt. There is full commitment of both horses.

While Nine had no doubt that Ten still has much to improve with horse riding. Dust seems to be a master. He directs the horse with minimal movement and the horse seems to react immediantly to any unheard and unseen comment.

Soon both horses are running through the pen but it still isn't the gallop speed of before. Dust speaks up casually "We are going to practise you trusting Limestone. Just get into the position to blind ride. We are going to have Limestone follow Opal's lead."

Ten nods "Okay. Okay. I can... I can do that." He lays fully against the horse and pulls his feet out of the saddle footholds. He messes with the saddle and the footholds get a lot higher and further towards the back. Cross does some weird combination of laying and crouching on the horse as he tugs his feet back into the holsters.

Dust looks back over his shoulder. Not at all seeming concerned about having to look where he is going as he blindly tugs at the right moment to make his horse make a turn "Not quite there but this is fine to practise with for now." he pets the horse's neck before leaning closer to the horse and the horse shoots of.

It goes faster than any horse Nine has ever seen before. It is fast and nimble as Dust truly rides the horse. The other horse with Ten blindly following-

Blind Riding. They don't mean it with looking. They mean it as they don't control the horses beyond the minimum. They are minimising the pressure and bother they could give the horses which enables those to run faster than before.

And if this is just the start... How fast can they go?

Ranha watches with her own mouth open before she mutters "This... this must be why he is a Knight. Not fighting or anything like that. He has a way with the horses."

Nine agrees and thinks she is right. The guy on the horse is fragile and delicate looking. Nine has no doubt that he towers over the other. Soft spoken too... But if he is this good with the horses. If he is able to train the wild horses and make them do this kind of stuff? no wonder they immediantly snatched him up and gave him the higest position they could. Make him stay.

The two horses are almost flying around the running pen. Then Dust leads his horse towards the middle where a small pond is located. Then Dust nudges the horse and it just jumps over the pond! It lands easily and keeps running. The horse with Ten doesn't pause a single step and copies the first horse. It lands safely and without a single issue.

Dust holds up an arm and fist and the horse with Ten starts to slow down and continues walking another round before stopping. Dust lets his horse walk by before just jumping off before nudging his horse. It huffs before continuing its trot across the ring.

Ten pants as he grins widely at Dsut "That was awesome!"

Dust chuckles "It is rather fun to just let the horses do their thing isn't it? and you made the jump first try. Killer fell at least twice."

Ten blinks as he looks up shocked "Twice?"

Dust nods "At least. I am pretty sure he snuck off to practise with Granite while I had my private training." he is by Ten's side as he checks the horse "How are you feeling? You were rather tense."

Ten laughs as he rubs his neck "I am fine... thanks for checking... It is just. I think I am done for today. Thanks again for... being here i guess."

Dust pauses his movements as he starts to undo the horse harnass "It is no problem. I am always here." and he clips it fully off.

Nine has made the decision that he likes this knight. The one he met first, the one wiht goop? The one that claimed Ten as his brother? Nine doens't like him. Weirdo with always having tear trails on his face. Not to forget how cocky and confident he acts. Must be some kind of trick and lie that he keeps up to fool and intimidate others. But Nine isn't fooled. He can see through that easily.

He also doesn't like the bigger guy. Dude moves too quietly for someone his size and that hole in his skull? You don't just get that on accident. Something sinister is in that one's past no doubt.

This one? Just a guy trying to train horses and help Ten with his horse and training? Nine can appreciate that. And sure! The fact he looks cute and pretty helps a lot too. Nine would in theory be fine with this guy joining them in Ritten as well. It would be nice for Ten to have someone who is already his friend. Help him feel at home even more. And then Nine can work on impressing the other by showing his skills! It would be quick and easy!

Ten is by Dust's side as they mess with the saddle and headpiece. They talk about settings and prefered length. Nine is honestly not sure what any of it means so Ten probably doesn't either.

Ten looks at Dust and looks down a bit embarrassed "I... I know I am asking a lot... But i don't really feel like going inside already... Mind showing some tricks? again?" and he looks hopeful.

Dust looks at him and nods "I don't mind."

Fuck he is so patient with Ten... Maybe this guy was a good influence on Ten. Helped him with his lessons and training. someone had to be as Nine doubts the king or those other two knights were.

Ten looks downright excited as he waits by the fench as Dust leads the horse towards the other pen where the beige horse joins the other horses. Nine can count at least ten in there, a whole herd of horses all slightly different shaped and colours. All looking healthy and strong and interacting.

Dust returns and gets on top of his grey horse with practised ease. Ten leans against the fench as he watches.

Dust turns his horse around and starts galloping through the area. Even faster than when he had been leading Ten on the other horse. Ten cheers as he grins widely. It looks so... unlike the brother Nine is used to... So very different.

Dust meanwhile makes the horse take a large turn and Ten grins as he looks around before grabbing a cap and throwing it into the pen. Dust aims the horse and straight up leans sideways and off the back of the horse. Almost fully upsidedown to easily snatch the cap of the ground before pulling himself back on the horse's back. Not once slowing down.

Ranha gasps "Hole shit that is so difficult... How?! Without slowing down!?" She is sitting up straighter to enable her to see everything easier. Pure awe on her face and Nine feels like he may have been not fully aware of how difficult that seemingly easy trick is...

Dust runs with the horse by Ten and straight up puts the cap on his skull. Again without once slowing down. Ten laughs and cheers "Go Dust go!" as he grins.

Dust keeps moving the horse around quickly and now he has started to zigzag with it! Nine blinks and looks at Ranha "Isn't that like... suposedly very hard for horses?"

Ranha nods as she doesn't look away from the display "It is insane! Horsese make large turns because of their back. I don't know how that horse is that flexible or how that guy can just direct the horse to make the turns by not actively turning but instead almost twisting in a jump?!" she stares "Is this what the rare horses can do? That inhabit this land? We need to get Regius to get some horses!"

Nine glares at his best friend "Don't speak the king's name so casually."

Ranha waves him off "It is fine. We were all friends before he became king so we are good."

Nine huffs as he focusses on the display of masterful horse riding. It is just that not speaking the title is disrespectful and he will not make them seem unprofessional or like they don't take their ruling class seriously. Regius only became king after the fall of the old one and Nine doesn't want people to think he is an easy target just because of that. And he doubts a brat like this country's king can see how much work they had to put into bettering what they had and helping their land and people heal from all the damage.

Ranha makes a curious noise close to choking and Nine pays attention just to see Dust standing on the back of the horse. Perfectly balanced and even balancing on one leg as the horse keeps running around the pen. He steps off the horse on a fench where he runs alongside the horse, the horse finally slowing a bit down, before Dust steps back on the back and the horse speeds up again.

Dust crouches down as he puts his hands on the horse's back before just making a handstand!

Nine can't imagine how hard standing on a horse could be. much less making a handstand?! He knows how to make a handstand of course and it is easier to do it with momentum. Dust did it without that.

Ten keeps cheering for his friend as Nine stares in awe. Ranha is muttering about how insane this is and how there has to be magic at play. Yet aside from the presure of the rain he has felt since the start he hasn't noticed any spells of any type. Not even to help lead or control the horses like other riders do. Nine can't help but just keep staring.

Dust sits back on the horse but backwards as he calmly undoes the saddle. The saddle falls off the horse and as soon as the saddle hits the ground it seems to disappear. Right, the saddle was part of that magic item Dust is testing. All while Dust remains seated on the powerful beast that is still running. Dust turns back around and messes with the reins that seem to make handholds on the headpiece.

Dust next grabs hold of the handholds and lays his legs on the back of the horse. He taps the side of the neck of the horse nad motions forwards before he lays fully against the horse.

The horse going fast before is nothing compared to how fast it runs now. It is bolting through the pen and there seems to be zero control that Dust has over it. Instead Dust just holds on and lets it do its things.

"He minimised his contact and hold on the horse. he freed the horse from the saddle to enable it to move even more freely and go faster!" Ranha looks downright excited as she just stands there and stares. Nine glares at her and pulls her back down to hide wiht him.

"Stop standing! They may see you!" Nine feels an anxiety at being caught snooping now. Not like before where he would just lie and say he wasn't snooping or spying. Now he is nervous about how it would reflect on him as a person, especially to the smaller and skilled skeleton. Fuck he wishes he was wearing his better armour than this one. He hadn't wanted to seem like he was trying to impress Orchard's ruler or make it seem like they thought they needed to impress this leader but he is regretting it now. How can he show him his best side when he isn't prepared!?

The horse continues to run before coming to a slow stop near Ten. Ten is grinning widely as he claps his hands "That was so cool! Dust it is nuts how fast you can go with Opal!"

Dust shrugs as he gets off and grabs a brush to start taking care of the animal while Ten stands near his side. "I was wondering soemthing." Dust voice is soft and calm. Even.

Ten nods as he watches Dust work "Ask away."

Dsut shoots him a look before speaking again "I figured you would want to be near Nightmare with the guests here. Why with me?"

Ten goes quiet as he looks down. Nine nudges Ranha and nods. It is their time to act! This is the perfect set up-

A hand grabs him by the neck and pushes him flush against the barrels he had been hiding behind. Ranha makes a shocked sound and Nine can barely see her in the same position as he is in.

A deep voice speaks up "Dont you know that eavesdropping is rude? But what could be expect from snooping immature children."

Nine freezes. That is the voice of the big knight guy. The one wiht the lion mask. Horror. how... when? Nine hadn't even heard him! When did they get exposed and found out!?

Horror continues to speak "But if you wish to listen in. You will listen. You will hear what Cross has to say instead of speaking for him."

Ranha growls "His name isn't-UGH!" she chokes for a moment before the kngiht releases his grip a bit again.

"Listen."

Ten finally answers "It is dumb..."

Dust hums as he leans against the horse "Try me."

Ten isn't looking up as he rubs his own arm "I... I didn't expect them to be happy with me... That is fair. I just. Didn't expect them to hate me without knowing me." Ten frowns as he softly pets the horse "It is like... They are unhappy with who i am now and want me to be who i used to be, who i don't want to be anymore. Yet they hate that person." Ten hunkers in on himself "I don't... like feeling like that."

Dust frowns as he puts a hand on Ten's shoulder "That is on them."

Ten frowns as he looks away "It isn't... I" He frowns as he moves his hands around. Had... Had Ten always moved this much? That can't be right. Nine remembers him being still and unmoving. Their father had always been strict about staying in line and acting as they had to and-

and...

and being... the way he wanted... to be...

Like Nine wants Ten to be.

Oh...

Ten isn't the problem... is he?

Dust takes Ten's face between his hands and makes Nine's younger brother look at him "Cross. Look at me. No i mean it. Look at me." Ten stares at him and Dust looks at him "You are you. No one else. No one telling you how you should be or act is right. You are fine like this. You are happy like this. You can be however you want to be, whatever makes you feel good and feel like you are you." Dust gentle bonks their skulls together "I think you would do best if you visit Lust for a bit and you two hang out and focus on something else. Okay?"

Ten frowns but gives a slow nod "Okay."

Dust nods as he keeps holding the taller skeleton "And this is not me sending you away. I enjoy us spending time together. But i think being here while they are here is stressing you out. Making you second guess yourself. Go to a different environment and let yourself relax. When you come home we can try more horse riding or you can help Killer trying to get Kingdom Devourer out of a tree again. Go relax."

Ten frowns before nodding and just hugging the other. Dust chuckles and pats his back "You are fine the way you are Cross... In matter of fact. You are perfect the way you are." Ten's breath seems to hitch as he just holds the other tighter and continues to hold him. It isn't until some time passed that Ten lets go and steps back with an embarrassed expression and... and slightly hazy looking eyes.

"Sorry... I know you don't... don't like... I am sorry."

Dust chuckles and pats his back "It is alright. Go hang out with your boyfriend while I clean up."

Boyfriend... but... why would he... who would even want to date Ten? He doens't even have a personality and is just a tool and an idiot-

Except everything he has seen now shows otherwise and... Why does Nine expect Ten to be the same way that their father wanted them to be?

Ten walks away with a wave and goes straight towards the castle. Looking a bit better as he is smiling and seems to have a small bounce in each step.

Dust watches him go before he just walks straight towards their hiding place oh shit when did-

Dust stops before them and looks unamused. His gaze cold and seemingly able to look straight into his soul. Nine would have been frozen even without the hand holding his neck.

Dust looks at Horror "Good catch H. Trouble?"

Horror hums "They tried to get into our king's wing. I was ready to give backup."

Nine feels himself grow cold. They had been followed? The whole time? They had been watched the whole time and they hadn't even noticed!

Nine... Nine may have been wrong about how capable these guys are...

Dust hums "Lets put them in the jail cell as time out. Children should know not to wander after all."

Nine feels humiliated as he and Ranha are dragged towards the castle. Dust walks behind them as Horror leads the way, Horror does not let them walk.

They walk by some servants and Nine sees it are the same maids that they met in the hallway. The maids giggle and nod respectfully to both Horror and Dust and greet them with "Hello my Knights." before they shoot a glance at Ranha and Nine before gigglign together.

They are dropped off in a cell each and the door is locked. Nine goes to check the lock only to realise there is magic woven into the very bars and walls. These locks aren't just physical but also magical. He can't break them out.

Horror hums "There. Children have their time out." he looks highly amused as he nods to Dust "Mind taking over watch?"

Dsut shrugs as he walks towards the exit "I will take your shift. you make sure the children behave." and he leaves.

horror looks at them amused and Nine feels terrible...

Not just the fact he looked like an idiot to the pretty and skilled skeleton. But he also made a fool out of himself to be caught snooping and trying to get into places he isn't allowed to be.

He sits on the bed and can't help but look at his own hands.

Does... does Ten really not want to come home? How can Nine get him to come along? Will he be forced to drag his brother home.

Nine pauses at the thought and feels a new horrifying feeling overtake himself.

When did he become so much like his father?

#also. Someone: why do you keep Shep on board!! He lies and always lies!#nightmare: ... because he is actually very trustworthy? He may lie but you know he lies? and he does his job well? seems fine to me.#Killer: until he lies to the wrong person again and we get another cross situation.#nightmare: it is fine! I am sure everythign is fine.#Shep knows 100% what he is doing. He is being a menace on purpose and honestly everyone likes it.#Ranha trying to impress the maids. the maids “This wannebe is weird but sure. lets play along. we are bored.”#the maids “Dust is gonna make them regret living if they intrude on horse bonding time and we love the drama so lets send them that way"#because the maids servants and guards aren't stupid. they know what is up.#Also yes. Dust's brother Phantom gave Dust the red scarf. as birthday present as soon as they reunited. It was very sweet.#Nightmare has a purple one. Phantom had grinned and as Nightmare is dust's brother that makes phantom brother-adjacent.#also nine: I vibe checked them all and i figured them all out no issue.#Every assumption he makes is wrong. by a lot.#Okay hahaha but yes! I think this one turned out very nice! Not a whole lot to add as commentary hihihi.#Hope you enjoy Spot!#Oh wait on that note!!!#Dust is training the horses to be faster and run away after the mountain.#He wants the horses to be better prepared for that situation so he is hard at work to enable them to be faster and to run to safety as the #rider just holds on.#Okay now i am done lmao #edit. I fixed Opal's name from Pearl back to Opal. I did my girl so dirty i am sorry Opal (and Dust)#Newageau

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