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alicenowonderland · 2 years

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THE ALCHEMY OF SOULS 🔮

Yaaah!!! I did not expect it to be that good. Honsetly I watched it at first out of curiousity because Arin (my Oh My Girl bias) is there. From the first episode to the last, we all get excited to watch the new episodes every week and our souls almost shifted when we knew that it will not air for a week. HAHAHA! It is so wonderful to see old and new Korean actors and actresses.

Well here are my thoughts about the Alchemy of Souls.

🌿 Thoughts About The Ep 20 🌿

Super duper cliff hanger!! Like, I have to wait again for MONTHSSS just to see it. But yeah, that is what it is. We have to wait to see the PART 2.

I honestly did not expect it to end it that way because I really thought that the Part 2 of Alchemy of Souls will be a prequel.

Anyway, I am really pissed off with Jin Mu! Argh! Who does not, eh? He got the Crown Prince wrapped around his fingers and even the royal family. He uses their insecurities to fool them. How abusive it is!

I knew it, the Hong Sisters will leave us devastated after they made us laugh. Yah! Learned my lessons from My Girlfriend is a Gumiho, Master’s Sun, Hwayuggi and Hotel del Luna. I can’t believe they did it again! That is why I am very cautious on the first part of the Episode 20 where everyone is happy and no worries, especially the proposal scene of Park Jin to Maidservant Kim. Yaaah! So funny at the same time so kilig! It made me laugh so hard. I love Park Jin and Maidservant Kim’s love story. I laughed to Master Lee for breaking his heart from maybe his forst love. HAHA! A reminder that no matter what age are we in, we can still be in love and find love.

Then comes the annoying and thrilling parts. So-i must die! Sorry chingu, but you are so annoying. Hahaha! Then there is Jin Mu. Ahhh! Really, he is a manipulative sad boy. He wants the Ice Stone for himself and uses people to get it from him because he is that weak.

🌿 THOUGHTS ON OTHER EPISODES 🌿

WHY DOES JANG GANG DIED ALREADY??? After his atolnement for his sins for using ALCHEMY OF SOULS… he just died??? DEAD! After he started it all??? JUST DEAD??? Well I do not know but these are the Hong Sisters, again, they are have this creative minds to twist and turn the events. I really wish he closed Jin Mu’s gate of energy before he killed himself.

I also think Master Seo Gyeong’s reincarnation is Jang Uk since they have the King’s Star and Jin Bu Yeon is the reincarnation of Jin Seol Ran who is the first leader of Jinyowon. I think… that their everlasting love for each other also reincarnated to Jang Uk and Jin Bu Yeon that is why the universe made them attracted to each other because it is their fate.

I really think that JANG GANG is the father of JIN BU YEON since Jin Un Tak says that he is not Bu Yeon’s father and he thank Bu Yeon for bringing him in to the Jin family to marry Lady Jin. So does that mean that Bu Yeon was born before Lady Jin met Jin Un Tak? Is it possible why Jang Gang uses the Ice Stone is to save Jin Bu Yeon his own daughter? These are just my hunch since it is said that Jun Bu Yeon became a powerful priestess because of her being a Jin and a Choi.

I think Joo Wol knows Naksu is the one living in Mu Deok’s body since she most of the time she knows the rumors which some are true. She knows how to think and trust her instincts. Maybe she is Naksu’s friend who helped Naksu but did not know it or Mu Deok’s friend and since Mu Deok is blind she do not know Joo Wol’s appearance.

🌿 Thoughts about the Part 2 🌿

As I have mentioned, I did not expect that the Part 2 will be a sequel. I just thought that it would be a prequel because how can they make it if Jung So Min will not be Naksu/Mu Deok/Bu Yeon? Admit it or not we loved her for those characters and we want her to continue playing that role especially that Jung So Min and Lee Jae Wook has a lovely chemistry. I think because Jung So Min will stick to her Bu Yeon character and we can see at the end that her body is starting to decay for using Alchemy of Souls. It is either Jin Bu Yeon died or Jin Bu Yeon will shift her soul together with Naksu’s soul to the original Naksu.

I do not know but I guess the ladies swimming in the Lake Gyeongcheondaeho who pulled up Bu Yeon’s body is the old Bu Yeon and the young Bu Yeon. As a powerful priestess she always accompanies Naksu. She is like Naksu’s conscience. Maybe she has powers to make her body as a soul.

I really think that Naksu’s original body was not burned since we saw her alive. Maybe some spell made it, maybe it was Yul or Bu Yeon’s powers that saved Naksu’s body.

I hope Seo Yul and Lady Heo will knew that there is a parasite inside Yul’s body and hopefully get it before Yul got killed by it.

I think Jin Mu will know that the worm is inside Yul’s body now since he will find So-i and will kill her. He will use that to control Yul. OH NO!

Lady Jin will do her best to save Bu Yeon’s body so maybe we will see Jung So Min but not that often since she will be placed in the Jinyowon to be healed.

Another guess is that Master Seo Gyeong is the ice stone. Since the ice stone came from heavens and both Master Seo Gyeong and Jang Uk’s powers came from heaven (not in the Lake unlike other mages) they are the ice stone from the very beginning.

I really hope that Master Lee will kill Jin Mu. I do not know it is just that satisfying to see Master Lee killing Jin Mu. Hahaha! Though we all know that Uk will be the one to finish it.

Master Lee will be Jang Uk’s Master for real. Since Jang Uk asks help to Master Lee if Mu Deok gone wild, I guess he will train and help Jang Uk to use well the power of Ice Stone.

The Hong Sisters said that there will be no deaths. BUT I DOUBT. It is the Hong Sisters. Every ending is bittersweet for them.

AHHH! We have to wait four months for the next series. I know all of us are excited. Share your thoughts with me and keep on fan-girling/boying! 🫰🏻 Saranghae!

#kdrama #alchemy of souls #The Alchemy of Souls #thoughts #comments #Netflix #Netflix Korea #Lee Jae Wook #Jung So Min #Hwang Min Hyun #Go Yun Jung #Part 1 #Part 2 #Can’t Wait!#naksu #jin bu yeon #mu deok #Hong Sisters

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ayyezhongli · 3 years

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horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

#childe x zhongli smut #zhongchi #zhongli x childe #childe x zhongli #zhongli x childe smut #zhongli x tartaglia smut #tartaglia #tartaglia x zhongli smut #zhongli smut #zhongli #tartaglia smut #zhongchi smut #childe smut #childe #genshin impact smut #my zhongchi smut collection

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izzylikesfilms · 3 years

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Dark Phoenix: The Fall of X-men

I have a love-hate relationship with the X-Men franchise, some being 5/5 and considered my favourite superhero films and others being disappointing and dull. Dark Phoenix unfortunately falling in the latter. Unlike Avengers Endgame, another Marvel creation burdened with the task of wrapping up a popular superhero franchise, Dark Phoenix fell flat in most areas which made Endgame so enjoyable for the fans. It's easy to compare the two films with Dark Phoenix coming out less than two months after the record-breaking triumph that was Endgame. But even without the large Endgame shadow it has to follow, Dark Phoenix remains to be an underwhelming finale.

This is what I wrote in my journal immediatly after watching the film for the first time,"It was okay just not very exciting" and I think this perfectly encompasses my feelings on it. Was it the worst film iv'e ever seen? Definately not. But would i watch it again? Unlikely. One of the main problems was characters. To start, the main and most well-known character in the franchise Wolverine, didn't appear at all in the film which was very dissapointing considering he had been in every other film. Although, maybe Hugh Jackman missed a train wreck there (Haha get it train wreck ;) ). His presence in the film would yes make little sense because of the timeline,(but did the timeline REALLY ever make sense) but it would make the film feel more like an Endgame level finish. One last hurrah of all the characters we know and love fighting together for the last time. But, it wasn't just Wolverine left out of the film but my personal favourite Quicksilver AKA Peter Maximoff. In the prevoius two films, Peter was a great source of comedy which helped lighten the sometimes serious films but Dark Phoinex lacked this and wasn't funny. At all. Like i don't think I laughed once (except Jennifer Lawrence saying x-Women but we will get to that later). All the charm and iconic speed scenes of Peter were missed and the only times I even THOUGHT about laughing in the film were the brief two minutes he was in. Even Mystique whose character in this film wasn't what i would like was missed in the film as she was a recognisable charcter and one who we had seen from the start.

This left only the most boring and underdeveloped charcters left: Jean Grey and Scott Summers. They left the main role in the film to two boring loved up teenagers who I didn't care one bit about. That may sound harsh but there were very few moments i cared about any of the characters espcially Scott. He is annoying in all of the films to be honest, but especially in Apocalypse and Dark Phoenix. All he did wast be obsessed with Jean thats all he did.Furthmore, Professor X’s personality and overwhelming need to be in power was extremely annoying and frustrating because after seeing his loveable character in first class turn until THIS. Ugh. I knows he is meant to be presented as more as a villain, but he way he is portrayed I, saw an uncaring and completely different character. Also, Magneto, one of my favourite characters, was ruined yet again. The development Eric had in Forst Class and DOFP was brilliant but it was ruined once more.This happens when they use the same storyline of him being the bad guy then joining the good guys for the third act the reluctantly leaving again was repeated again and again and again and still was boring in Dark Phoenix.

Although this post mainly has focused on characters I would like to reiterate that other aspects of the film were done poorly too; the pacing was as painful painfully slow, the deaths seemed unnecessary and done for shock value and it was just plain boring.It also failed at trying to i very be progressive just came off as cringe and uncool when Raven (Jennifer Lawrence) said they should call the team x-wome. As a young women and proud feminist myself, this acne made me laugh. It was so obviously trying to be woke when there was no need to be in this moment. Yes superhero films especially need more and better female representation, but there are so many others ways to do this.In conclusion,I wish I had more good things to say about this film but unfortunately I don’t. It was very disappointing and made a future for x-men even more unlikely.

-I hope you enjoyed my first blog post! Sorry if it’s not great yet I’m still figuring this out and trying to refine my style but it was fun so I’m going to keep trying :)-

#actors #celebrities #writers #television #x men comics #x men days of future past #x men #x men first class #x men cast #marvel #quicksilver #wolverine #charles xavier #magneto #charles x erik

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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Farewell Revenge - pt.2

A/N: I’m making this really mysterious but it’s kinda fun. There’s only so much you can write in one part.

You swore to yourself you'd try.

And you did... Try... Once or twice or so many times... But it didn't help.

You were tired. You were so tired.

You looked up at the clock. It was 25 minutes after midnight.

'It' s only starting... ' you wrote in your journal, feeling the heaviness on your eyelids as you did the dryness in your eyes. 'When I was a kid I used to think that my insomnia came from sleeping too long but even on days when I was most tired, I couldn't sleep like a normal person. - Some people get 8 hours asleep, which is the appropriate length but me? I realized I couldn't fall asleep until the Monster was home. '

You sighed, the tip of the pen pressing onto the edge of the page. You looked up. Half past midnight.

You threw the journal into your drawer and dragged the covers up to your nose, the tip of it pointing out. You opened your eyes to see the shape of your warderobe, you squeezed them shut.

And you thought. You thought until you fell asleep, which was right on 2.33 am.

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You were awake before the other girls but you always loved to sleep in. They went down to breakfast, you skipped it, dreaming further.

You looked at the clock. It was time. Time for your first class, which was with Regulus of course but since he hasn't showed you one sign of emotion or thought, you let it be.

You were tired of chasing him. Tired of chasing the old Regulus but when you looked at him from the entrance of the classroom, he still looked like him.

Same brown hair, same chin, same everything except his face expression. Except the light in his eyes and the joy of his lips, the lines of his eyebrows. Those were different and you knew, you knew he hasn't changed since yesterday.

He sat there, away from you as if the two of you were nothing but strangers. I guess that in one way, the two of you were strangers now.

But you still see him glance at you. You could feel his eyes linger a bit, maybe with regret, maybe guilt or maybe resentment. You couldn't know but it was as if you could feel him wanting to be with you.

You kept convincing yourself that you were wrong. He told you his piece of mind. He told you he doesn't want your friendship anymore and he made it very clear of that.

You shook your head, trying to shake the energy you were recieving from the person on the other side.

All he thought was: 'I wish you'd understand.' and hear it scream to you but you didn't. You focused on your piece of paper as you always did when you were avoiding someone.

He placed his hands on the desk and stared at his blank piece of paper. He wanted to get you out of his head but couldn't really. He felt you everywhere you went because the two of you were more than just friends. The two of you were connected. Like those soulmate contracts he learned in Divination. The two of you mocked that class but now that he thinks about it, looks at you and feels this horrible ache in his heart... Maybe you really are his soulmate.

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After the whole intense class was over, you grabbed your supplies and left, following the other Ravenclaws in front of you.

But you knew better.

It was like a tingle in the back of your neck. A little whisper that caused goosebumps appear on your neck. You looked around the corridor and found tour eyes stuck on the lef that was peering behind a marbel pillar, clearly facing your way as the rest of the chubby body was hidden behind.

Your eyes wandered around a bit and you heard some whispers echoing.

You started to back away, slpwly at forst before turning around and taking the lomg way to your next class.

You knew. You knew excatly who it was and what they were trying to do and it wasn’t the first time they had tried. You saw the clues everywhere. They were quite obvious about it and you had expected it since the little aggresive encounter with Sirius.

It made you a bit pleased but a bit tired because you always had to be prepared for their little infamous pranks.

You didn’t really mean anything cruel about what you said to Sirius. They were completely empty threaths. To do what you said, you’d have to put in time and effort and you found that rather a dumb thing to do.

Not everything is about those four.

“You’re annoying, you know that?” a head popped in front of you and at the sight of him, you felt anger bubble inside of you.

“No, I don’t.” you moved past him as he continued to wait behind you, contemplating whether he should go after you or not.

There was guilt biting little parts of his insides as he watched you walk away.

He didn’t want that. So, he ran after you.

“Look. Look.” he jumped in front of you, his palms facing to you as he slowly lowered them. “I know you and Regulus were close.”

“No, you really don’t know that.” you snapped, feeling so furious at the man in front of, trying what excatly? Try to feel better by explaining his side of the story. Well, you didn’t want that.

“Yes, I do.” he snapped back, eyes narrowing. “He told me about you. He even told our folks about you and they weren’t keen on you being a Ravenclaw but it was better than the other two houses except Slytherin.”

Now, you did want to hear what he was saying. So, you did listen.

He took a deep breath in. “I know what I did.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, (y/n)!” he said and you were a bit surprised he even knows your name. It wasn’t the kind of tone as if he just said it to show you he knew about you... it was a tone that it showed that he really did know you, that he cared. “I know, okay and I do feel guilty about it every day. Every day, even from what I look like on the outside I think about it all the time. You don’t know what happened that night. You don’t know what it was like being locked in there.”

“I might have the faintest idea, actually but you’re right.” you admitted and his eyes jumped out in surprise. “I don’t know what it was like for you there or what happened that night but I’d go back. I wouldn’t leave him there.”

“You don’t-”

“Let me finish, you tosser.” you flicked his forehead and he shook his head, looking at you with bafflement.

“Did you just-”

“Yes.” you replied before he could finish. “The fact that I didn’t like what you did- far from it actually- shouldn’t have made me attack you like that.” you said and by now he was looking at you intesly. “It wasn’t smart and it wasn’t cool, I get that but Regulus was my best friend and you broke him. No, not you. You left him to be broken and now he’s gone.” you took a step back, eyes spread wide in defeat. “And now you can run around with your best friends without a care in the world, without doing anything to fix what you left to break.”

He ran after you again, grabbing your arm to which you pulled away. “Regulus isn’t a baby anymore, (y/n).”

There it is again. The way he says it. It’s so different to what you’re used to hear.

“He’s sixteen!”

“And I’m seventeen!”

“You’re his older brother!”

“And he doesn’t need me!”

“NO!” you shouted so loud, your voice cracked. You were frustrated, not even looking him in the eyes for a moment. You gathered your thoughts, looked at him and pushed your finger on his chest just as you did before. “You don’t get to decide what he needs or doesn’t need! You don’t get to talk about how he feels! I look-” you stopped yourself, pushing away and staring at him. You raised your hand and let out a small laughter, confusing him even more. “You don’t get to explain yourself to me. I don’t get to explain myself to you.”

“Reading my thoughts.” he snarled as you cracked your knuckles.

You were so prepared.

“I don’t even know why I wanted to tell you any of this in the first place.” it was his turn to laugh.

“Well, good! Now, you don’t have to!”

“Good!”

“Fine!”

And both of you turned your heel and stormed away.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders imagines #marauders era #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine

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xoxoperse · 4 years

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hello! i come to leave a little request. Raiden, prompt: one, two and twenty. I leave it to your imagination. ♡

| of course, hun! i love affectionate & protective raiden™️ 😂 i think i got a little 🤏🏼 carried away with this one 🤫🥺😂

you stood in the kitchen, singing along to the music that was playing as you waited for raiden to come back home with some sour cream that you needed for the tacos you were making; you had forgotten when you went shopping earlier that week.

he came home, the sour cream in hand as he walked in. he closed the door behind him before walking to the kitchen, peeking his head around the corner, seeing you happily singing and dancing. he smiled, watching you for a moment. he walked into the kitchen, setting down the sour cream on the counter. he came up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. he felt you slightly flinch at forst, but you soon leaned into his touch. he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your hand.

your singing turned into a hum, still leaning into his touch as you stirred the meat just for a few more moments, making sure nothing burned to the bottom of the pan. you laid the wodden spoon against the hot pan, letting go of raiden’s hand and turning in his grip, and wrapped your arms around his neck. you stood up on your tip toes a little bit to press a kiss to his lips. you both smiled into the kiss, then you two pulled away from eachother.

“so, how long were watching?” you asked jokingly, raising an eyebrow. he chuckled, his smile growing a little bit.

“just a minute,” he answered softly, looking into your eyes, feeling mesmerized for a moment. “dinner smells amazing,” he said softly.

“i know,” you started in a teasing tone. “it’s because i made it,” you joked, scrunching your nose at him a bit. he chuckled quietly, placing a kiss to your forehead. you chuckled as well as you and raiden pulled away from the hug so you could make the plates.

did gods have to eat? no. did he still eat your good anyway because he genuinely loved your food? yes.

you began fixing his plate first, only wrapping up one taco for him. “here your plate, babe,” you said softly, handing him hids plate with a smile. he thanked you, walking to the couch so he could eat, you doing the same just about a minute later.

you turned on a movie for you two to watch while you ate. you and raiden ended up cuddling once you were done eating, just leaving the plates on the coffee table for you to get later.

after about an hour and a half off it just being you essentially laying on top of raiden, you hear a loud thud against the door. you jump at the noise. who the hell could possibly be bothering you at nine at night?you and raiden look to each other. you got up after a moment, walking to the door with raiden behind you. you opened up the door, seeing a knife stuck in the door, seeing a piece of paper barely hang on to the tip of the knife. you pulled out the knife, and you read the note aloud.

“meet me in the woods behind here in twenty minutes. DON’T KEEP ME WAITING.” the note read.

raiden peered over your shoulder at the notes, listening to you read it. you looked up to him, and he quickly met your fearful eyes. he nodded slowly and silently. you went to your’s and raiden’s bedroom, going to your closet and grabbing out a box you hoped you’d never see again; a box that contained you old, beloved knife. you slid the cover onto it and slid the covered blade into your waistband, then going out to meet up with raiden. you didn’t know who you were going up against, but they better put up one hell of a fight.

you stopped raiden before the enterance to the forest, placing a hand on his chest.

“hey, let me go in first... that way they think they just have some weak mortal to deal with first,” you said softly. he shook his head, almost annoyed that you would think he would dare to let you go in there first. “hey, hey, listen,” you soothed before he could say a word. “i’ll be okay.”

“i will not let you do that, y/n.” he said, shaking his head again. “i am not going to let you use yourself as bait-“ he began to argue, but you interrupted him with a kiss before he could say anything else.

“trust me, raiden,” you said softly, pulling away from him. you brought a hand to his cheek, gently rubbing his cheekbone. he leaned into your touch, letting out a sigh as he nodded.

“please, be careful,” he pleaded softly to you. “i’ll be right behind you,”

you gave him a smile, nodding. the loght barely illuminated the area, otherwise he probably couldn’t see the reassuring smile you gave him. “i love you,” you softly said to him.

“i love you, too..” he replied. he leaned down a bit, giving you a quick forehead kiss before you turned around and entered the woods.

he gave it a couple of minutes before he walked into the woods, not being able to see you anymore. his heart raced; he felt nervous for you. he onew he would regret this plan, he could just feel it.

you walked in, keeping you dominant hand in your front pocket, keeping it close to the knife. you got lost in your thoughts as you walked, occasionally taking a glance around you. what if this was some stupid joke between a few friends to just make you waste your time? you sighed, shaking your head a bit.

after a few more minutes of walking, someone snatched you, and you felt a cold blade against your throat and an arm wrapped around your waist. you shrieked, instintively going to your knife, but you dropped it.

“why, hello there, love,” a voice that you knew all too well spoke.

kano.

“what do you want, asshole?” you hissed, leaning your head back, feeling it lay against his shoulder. you tried to not fight him back, knowing that would just get you into some deep trouble.

“i want your pretty little head,” kano snarked, keeping you close. “so, princess, where’s your boyfriend at to save you?”

“none of your god damn business,” you growled, feeling the blade press into your neck more.

“ah, fiesty today, aren’t we?” he teased. you could almost hear the smirk that was on his face in his tone.

“leave her out of this,” you heard a voice hiss. you smiled a little bit at raiden’s voice, finding it a bit reassuring.

“ahh, there’s the man of the hour,” kano teased, his smirk growing.

“leave y/n out of this,” raiden spoke in anger, stepping closer to kano. “she has nothing to do with this.”

“oh, buddy. she has everything to do with this,” kano retorted with an evil chuckle. raiden stepped closer, the moon illuminating his face, and you could just barely see an outline of his body. he stepped closer to you and kano angrily before kano snapped.

“don’t come any closer, unless you want to harm your lady,” kano hisssed. consequently, he moved the blade closer, making a few little cuts on your neck from the edges om the knife. you whined a bit at the sensation.

“i’ll do whatever you want, just leave her out of this.” raiden said, shaking his head a bit. he glanced down, eyeing your fallen knife. now, he had to think of a plan.

“no... i think i’ll still kill her. it’d be one hell of a show to watch you suffer for the rest of eternity,” he said, his devilohs smirk turning into a grin. “or maybe i’ll just hurt her, really, really, really bad.” he said in an evil tone. “like, this,” he said, then moved the knife down from your throat and into your stomach. you cried as he dragged the knife along inside you for a moment, then taking it out and letting you fall to the ground. you groaned, trying not to cry, but failing oh, so miserbly. you gripped your stomach, looking to your knife. you reached for it, quickly - and difficulty - sliding it over to raiden after giving it a little toss. you tried your best to move away, but it just hurt so bad that you could barely move any way. raiden got your knife, then went to stab kano in the stomach.

“i told you to leave her out of this,” he growled, moving the blade up inbetween his ribcages, defintely hitting his heart. he fell down almost immediately, the knife stayimg where it was at as he fell.

raiden instantly dropped to his knees, getting you you. he gently helped you sit up, your blood now covering his hands. you cried as you moved, more tears streaming down your face as raiden gently laid you up against his knee.

“y/n, i’m so sorry,” he frantically apologized. he held his hand over you, ready to heal you, but you grabbed his wrist before he could do anything.

“d-don’t..” you said lowly, looking into his eyes. “it’s too bad... too late. it would drain you, raiden.”

“i’m not letting you die on me, y/n!” he exclaimed sadly, shaking his head. you gave him a sad smile, reaching your hand to his cheek. “just let me do this, y/n. i’d rather be drained than you be dead,” a stray tear slipped down your cheek, shaking your head.

your grip on his wrist slowly loosened, and you began to lose conciousness. “i... i love you,” you said quietly.

“i love you, too.” he said, lowering his hand to your stomach. you noticed his hand began to glow under his touch, but you just couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer.

yes, it took a few minutes, but now you were almost completely healed, while he was certainly feeling drained. he pulled you closer to him, kissing your head. “you’re safe, y/n. i won’t let you go.” he whispered to you.

-~-

you awoke to the blinding sun as you looked out the window. you squeezed your eyes shut, looking away. but then you realized that you were awake when you shouldn’t be. you opened your eyes again, looking around. you see raiden sitting beside your bed, passed out.

you smile, a little tear running down your face. you lifted up your shirt, seeing a bare little slit on your stomach, which still hurt like hell. you tried to sit up, but groaned rather loudly, waking raiden up.

“y/n,” he spoke, seeing you awake. he smiled, instantly getting up and placing a hand on your back. “you should rest for the next couple of days; you still aren’t healed completely,” he explained, helping you lower yourself down.

“i told you not to heal me,” you pointed out as he covered you up with the blanket.

“i wasn’t going to let you just die there, y/n,” he responded. you stayed silent for what felt like a long moment.

“thank you, raiden,” you said softly. he gave you a smile and shook his head, as if saying for you to not thank him.

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The First (Agent Whiskey x fem!Reader)

Request from anon: agent whiskey x reader w/ shy (forst tiem) valentine s e x and he lowkey likes it alot alot in the sense that homie is taller than her and she sexually frustrated him by teasing him without her meaning too? coz shes shy?? 🤝😳

Word Count: 5.4k (I don’t know where it all came from!)

A/N: SMUT! I don’t claim to be a great writer when it comes to smut, so I hope this reads okay?

It was fair to say that you turned some heads at the Statesman agency. You were one of the youngest agents there, but you rose through the ranks quickly and became one of the most highly skilled agents they had. Within just a few months, you were already working with the likes of Tequila and Whiskey. They were both floored the first time you were sent on an assignment with them, and you kicked total ass on the field. It was a complete 180 from your usual demeanour. Usually, you were quite reserved and wouldn’t pipe up during meetings or briefs, and you mostly kept to yourself, but on assignments and recon missions, you were a whole other person. Both men flirted with you constantly, and you would blush and smile in response, too shy to respond to their comments.

Tequila’s infatuation with you was just that, it was a fleeting feeling, and soon he would just compliment you to see you blush, not actually wanting anything from it. Whiskey, however, found himself falling for you. He was a little baffled at first as it was a foreign feeling to him. It had been a long time since he’d truly felt that way about someone before, but it almost gave him whiplash when he realised he was actually falling in love with you.

He was completely enamoured with you. He loved your quiet nature, finding it adorable that you would often be found in your office reading a book if you had no paperwork to be filling out. You could speak your mind if needs be and had done on several occasions. Once, when Ginger was voted against on a promotion, you slammed your first on the table, muttering ‘this system is bullshit’ before storming out of the office. Naturally, you went and found Champ afterwards and apologised profusely for the way you acted, but Whiskey thought it was endearing how much you cared for your friends. Obviously, he found you to be incredibly attractive too, and he’d be lying if he said watching you out on the field didn’t do anything to him.

After a lot of assignments where you were paired or grouped together, Whiskey would go to his room and get off to the thoughts of you beating the shit out of whoever you’d been sent after. He’s a little embarrassed about how often his nights end in that way, but he just can’t help it. And even just around the headquarters too, he couldn’t get enough of you. On the odd occasion, you would come into work in a denim number (which he most definitely appreciated), most days you would be in smart clothes - a nice blouse tucked into either some tailored trousers or a pencil skirt, sometimes a cute dress. And Whiskey could not get enough of it. Hearing your little heels clicking down the hallway was one of his favourite things to hear.

He would never admit to it, but in some of the shared spaces in the headquarters, like the break room, he would purposefully put things on shelves a little bit taller than where you could reach, so he could swoop in and get them for you. You weren’t super short by any means, but they were shelves even he’d have to reach for. You’d always give it your best shot to get them yourself (and he did feel a little pervy enjoying the view sometimes), before ultimately turning around and, by some miracle, Whiskey was always there to help, giving you a wink and a “It’s no problem at all, sugar” type response to your thanks. Sometimes he felt a bit cruel for doing it in the first place, but there was no harm really.

He started laying the flirting on thick sometime just before Christmas, always grabbing you a drink on his way to the office in the morning or offering the buy you lunch or dinner while you were out on missions. Sometimes you’d come into your office to find a single flower laid on your desk, and you’d blush at the thought of Whiskey stopping by a florist that morning and asking for just the one flower.

You had fallen very quickly for Whiskey too. As you started working your way up the ranks of the Statesmen, some people warned you about Whiskey, calling him a womaniser, telling you he brought a new girl home every week and all sorts of similar tales. But when you finally made it to the senior agents’ team and met Whiskey, he was nothing like the rumours. He was a total sweetheart. Sure, he flirted with you a lot, but he certainly didn’t seem like he was taking girls home left, right and centre. You found him to be a very thoughtful man, always grabbing you a drink in the morning, or buying you a little pastry at lunch, reminding you to eat something while you work.

You were shy by nature, and you wished you could put yourself out there a little more and be a bit closer to Whiskey, but you were worried. He was a fair bit older than you, and while he did flirt with you and treat you often, you didn’t want to read too much into it, thinking he wouldn’t be interested in you romantically because you were so much younger. And, to be really honest with yourself, in your time working up to be a Statesman agent so young, you hadn’t really had time for any sexual exploits, so you were severely inexperienced. And because of that, you were a little worried about the rumours about him, worrying he’d think you were too immature for him and move on to the next attractive woman who walked into the distillery who’d gladly fuck him in a heartbeat.

Whiskey was an attractive man, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about being intimate with him, but having those thoughts would panic you a little because you know how painfully shy you are and how awkward you’d be, and it puts you off the whole thing. You couldn’t help but get a little hot under the collar during missions, seeing him effortlessly use his whip and lasso. You’d definitely thought about whether he’d use them in the bedroom or not, before blushing profusely and getting on with the mission, before excusing yourself as soon as you’d been debriefed, so you could go home and get off to the thought of it.

Whiskey’s flirting and your unintentional teasing had been going on for a while, and you were all at a bar celebrating a mission that ended successfully. People were chatting about their plans for Valentine’s Day in a few weeks, and you offhandedly mentioned you’d never been on a date for Valentines.

Whiskey’s eyebrows shot up, “That can’t be true, doll. You’re telling me nobody has ever taken you out for Valentines?”

You simply shook your head in reply as you took a sip of your drink.

“Well I’m not having that, sugar. How about I take you out, show you how a fine girl like you should be treated on Valentine’s Day?”

You laughed into your drink, “You really don’t have to, Jack. I’m sure I’m not missing out on much.”

“Come on, doll. Let me treat you? I’ll give you the whole Jack Daniels Valentine Experience!” You wondered how intimate a typical Valentines would get for Jack but the way he smiled softly at you made your heart melt, and who can say no to those puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, cowboy.” You rolled your eyes, but your heart was fluttering in your chest.

In that few weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day, you would find flowers, chocolates, balloons and sweet little handwritten notes in your office, and you would feel heat crawl up your neck every time you opened your office door and see what awaited you. The day before Valentines, you came into your office to find a box tied with a bow, that had a small note attached to it.

‘Saw this and thought of you, doll. Maybe you could wear it tomorrow? X’

You opened the box to find a beautiful black dress. It was a very classic looking dress, with a white collar and little embroidered flowers along the sleeves and the hem, and it stopped just short of your knees. You were shocked when you saw it, expecting Jack to be the kind of man to buy a sexy, revealing dress for a woman to wear on a date, and it only made you fall for him more. He wasn’t pushing you into anything he knew you’d be uncomfortable with, and he genuinely seemed to know you well. At the bottom of the box, was a note saying that he’d pick you up from your apartment at 7, and to expect ‘the best date of your life’, which frankly wasn’t hard to beat. You’d only been on a few dates as a teenager which all ended horribly, and no matter how badly this date with Jack went, you were sure it’d be miles better than the others.

The day came and you were very nervous. You really liked Whiskey and you wanted to make a good impression. You knew it was silly, as he didn’t think of you that way, he was just doing this for you because he was sweet and wanted you to have a fun night. But you were still nervous and paced the hallway of your apartment once you were ready for the night. You had no idea what to expect from the night, and the butterflies in your stomach were raging, but you were excited at the same time.

At 7 on the dot, you heard your doorbell chime, and you took a deep breath before answering the door. You were met by Jack in a suit with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates in his hands. Cliché but you loved it anyway. You opened the door further and he stepped in, pulling you into an embrace and kissing you on the cheek. You blushed and giggled at his action and shut the door behind him, leading him to the kitchen so you could find a vase for the flowers before you left.

“You look amazing, Y/N. The dress looks beautiful on you.” He spoke softly, without his usual flirty tone.

“Thank you, Jack. You’ve cleaned up pretty well yourself, though it is a little odd seeing you without your hat.” You smiled up at him as you put the flowers in a vase and placed them on your windowsill.

“Only for you, darlin’. Nobody else is worth taking the Stetson off for,” He winked as he walked back to the front door, “You ready to go?”

You nodded and followed him out the door. You locked up and followed him out of his building to his car, where he opened the passenger door for you, holding your hand as you stepped into the car, before walking round to the driver’s side and climbing in.

“So, where are you taking me, Mr Daniels.” You smirked at him as he started to drive. The name caught him off guard and he blushed a little, getting the tiniest bit turned on by it.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, angel.”

He drove for about 20 minutes, singing softly to some songs that played on the radio, and chatting idly with you, before pulling up to a bookstore. You raised an eyebrow when he parked the car, and he just smiled at you, before jumping out and all but sprinting to your side of the car so he could help you out before you got out by yourself.

He walked you up to the store and when you walked in and he led you to a back corner of the store, it took your breath away. There were a few small tables in the corner, and you assumed they must have a little cafe set up in the daytime, but one table had been set up with candles and rose petals adorning the floor leading up to it. String lights also lit up the small corner, so the area was quite dimly lit.

“Jack… it’s beautiful.” You we’re at a loss for words, really, and couldn’t quite comprehend the gesture.

“I know you’re not the most extroverted girl out there, so I figured you’d enjoy this more than any fancy restaurant full of other couples.” He pulled out a chair and you sat down in it, not missing the fact that he said ‘other couples’, and definitely not missing the way your heart flipped at that comment.

Food was soon brought out to the pair of you, and you were shocked to see it was your favourite dish. You could’ve only mentioned it once before, but Jack clearly stored that away for future reference, and here it was sat in front of you. At one point he excused himself to go to the bathroom, and the waitress came to collect your plates and spoke to you while she tidied the table, “I must say, you’ve got a real catch. He’s been in and out of here the whole week planning this night, making sure it was perfect for you. I’ve never seen such a doting boyfriend before.” You smiled and she left you alone at the table once more. You pondered her comments for a while - why was Jack making such a big effort for a silly little date like this? But you had to push your thoughts back when Jack returned to the table.

“This is all too much, Jack. You really don’t know how much I appreciate this. Thank you.” You spoke once he returned.

“Not at all, darlin’. And it should be me thanking you for letting me take you out.” He reached across the table to take one of your hands in his, and you blushed.

“Don’t be silly, Jack. I’m sure any girl would throw themselves at your feet to be taken out and treated like this.”

“Maybe… but I wouldn’t care about them the way I care about you.” He looked down at his lap, and he seemed genuinely nervous, a word you’d never heard in the same sentence as Jack.

You didn’t know how to reply to his admission, so just simply squeezed his hand, and he leaned forward and took a deep breath, “I really like you Y/N, and I wanted this night to be perfect, because I wanted to prove that I’m not the guy everybody thinks I am. The guy I’m sure people have told you about may have been me a long time ago. But ever since you joined the agency, I’ve been in awe of you. And I honestly can’t believe I’m sat across from you right now. It feels like some kind of dream, doll. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, because even if you don’t, I’ll have still had this one perfect evening with you.” He spoke so quietly, and despite the fact that the smile on your face grew bigger as he spoke, he still looked terrified of your answer once he’d finished speaking.

“I feel the same, Jack. You’ve been an absolute gentleman to me ever since we met, and I’ve felt the same for a while now too.” You leaned forward and he captured your lips with his own, giving you a chaste kiss before pulling away and resting his forehead on yours.

“I’ve waited so long to do that, angel.” He whispered sweetly and you both sat there like that for what seemed like an hour, smiling to yourselves like a pair of idiots.

“How would you feel about coming back to my place for a movie and a drink?” The invitation worried you a little, but you saw in his eyes he had no other intentions and it calmed you down.

“I think I’d like that.”

He drove you over to his place, and he told you to make yourself comfortable while he grabbed some drinks. You sat down on his sofa and took in the decor of the room. It was minimalist, but you could see little hints of Jack everywhere, a few photos littered the wall, and one particular photo caught your eye. You walked over to it, and saw it was a photo from the gala the Statesmen had at Christmas. You weren’t the biggest person for fancy parties, but you went to it, knowing Jack would be there, and you actually had a great time. The picture in front of you had you, Jack and Champ sat at your usual seats in the briefing room, but all in Santa hats and pulling ridiculous faces.

You smiled at the photo and jumped when Jack came up behind you and laid a hand on your back.

“Hope you don’t think it’s weird that I have that photo up, doll.”

“Not at all, it’s cute.”

He led you back over to the sofa, where he sat and you tucked yourself into his side, your head resting against his chest. He covered you both with a blanket and wrapped his arm around you, resting it on your thigh. Your hand was laid on his stomach and you absentmindedly rubbed your thumb against his shirt as you watched the move Jack put on. Jack was doing the same with the hand on your thigh, and you couldn’t help but focus on how nice the small movement felt, instead of watching the movie. Little did you realise, you were having the same effect on Jack, and he was getting more turned on by the minute. He could see a small tent forming in his pants and prayed to god you wouldn’t notice, not wanting to ruin a sweet moment like this.

But then you tucked yourself closer into his side and stretched your arm out slightly, and it grazed his crotch and he couldn’t quite catch the moan that left his lips at the fleeting touch. You gasped and sat up when you realised what had happened. You looked at him with wide eyes and saw his pupils were blown. The sight made you weak in the knees, but also scared you and when he leaned forward to capture your lips you quickly excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

Jack sat there confused for a minute before following you and knocking softly on the door.

“You okay in there, sugar?”

“…yeah, yeah I’m okay. I’ll… uh... I’ll be out in a sec.”

He decided to go back and wait for you, and after a few minutes you emerged again and sat next to him.

“What’s up, doll?” He lifted your chin to face him.

“It’s nothing, Jack.”

“Come on, you can tell me anything, angel.” His thumb rubbed light circles into your cheek.

“It’s just… I got a bit freaked out. I’ve never… I’m not very expe… I’m a virgin, Jack.” You spoke barely above a whisper, worried about his response.

“It’s okay, doll. I don’t want to rush you into anything. You just gotta be a little more careful where you’re putting your hand, is all, darling. I’m a red-blooded man, after all.” He laughed at himself to ease your anxiety, and you leaned into his hand in your cheek.

“The thing is… I want to. I’m just nervous… I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Nothing you could do would disappoint me, Y/N. Everyone’s nervous their first time. It’s natural.” His words eased you and you felt a sudden burst of courage and you lurched forward to kiss him.

Jack was shocked but instantly melted into the kiss, and he shifted you, so you were sat in his lap before pulling away, breathing heavily, “Are you sure about this, sugar? I can wait, honestly. There’s no rush at all.”

You only answered by pulling him towards you and attaching your lips to his again. He groaned into the kiss and pulled your body closer to his. You sighed and wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up and walked you to his bedroom. He placed you gently down onto his bed before stepping back and admiring your wide pupils and swollen lips.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked once again and you nodded in reply, “I need to hear you say it, doll.”

“Yes, Jack. I want this.” Your breathless voice turning him on further.

He reached for your hands and pulled you to stand. He kissed you again before stepping and walking behind you, and slowly unzipping your dress, attaching his lips to your neck while he did so. You sighed in response and turned your neck further, giving him better access, which he gladly accepted. Once the zip was completely down, Jack ghosted his hands over the skin of your back until they reached the collar of the dress and he pushed it slowly off of your shoulders and down your arms, leaving goosebumps behind where his fingers traced your skin. Once the dress reached your hips, he let go and it dropped to the floor. His touch remained on your hips for another minute or so while he continued to kiss and nip at your neck, before disappearing completely. You turned around slowly to see he had removed his shirt and was undoing his belt. When he noticed you’d turned around, he looked up at your face and smiled before his gaze dropped to your chest. You immediately became self-conscious and crossed your arms in front of your chest. He quickly took his trousers off and let them drop, stepping out of them and placing his hands on your hips.

“Darlin’, these are nothing to be embarrassed by. You haven’t gotta hide from me.” He pulled you flush against him and you felt the hard outline of his cock through his boxers, and you blushed but slowly reached your hand out to touch his now bare chest.

“That’s my good girl.” He drawled and you sighed as he rubbed small circles into your hips, before suddenly lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You squealed and he laughed into your skin as he left a mark on your neck.

He moved over to the bed and crawled on before laying you down softly into the sheets. He stayed there for what felt like an eternity just kissing along your jaw and neck before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra and flinging it somewhere across the room. You sighed as he left a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts and then let out a moan when he latched his mouth onto one of them, palming the other with his hand. You dig your fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp and earning a delicious groan from the back of his throat. While he swaps to give your other breast some attention, his hand slips down to your clothed core. He simply runs a single finger lightly over the material of your underwear, and your hips jerk up in response, along with a soft sigh. One hand is fisted into the sheets underneath you, while the other tugs lightly on Jack’s hair, pulling grunts and sighs from him.

Jack slowly kisses his way further down your body, until he reaches your underwear. You think he’s going to pay some attention there, but he simply gives one kiss over the material, which makes your hips jerk again, before carrying on down one leg. He pays attention to your inner thighs, and his touch against the sensitive skin there has you reeling. As he continues further down your legs, he pulls your underwear along with them. Once they’re off, he crawls back up your body until he’s reached your core again. Your legs open wider involuntarily and Jack groans at the sight.

“You’re beautiful, darlin’,” He speaks lowly before reaching a finger out to press softly into your folds. This action pulls a moan from deep in your throat and the sound sends blood straight down to Jack’s already hard cock, “so wet for me already.”

He pulls his finger back and wraps his lips around it and hums, and the sight makes you weak. He settles between your thighs and licks a stripe straight up from your entrance to your hooded clit, and no dreams you’d ever had about Jack in the past could compare to the way his tongue actually felt against you. You felt the soft touch of his fingers moving through your folds, before his tongue finds your bud and gives it small licks before taking it completely into his mouth and sucking on it. You were seeing stars, and your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping the sheets. His dexterous tongue explores your folds and he hums, and the vibration shoots up your entire body, making you shiver. You gasp when he sinks a finger inside you, and you swear you stop breathing for a minute. You shoot a hand out to grab his hair, and when you tug on it, Jack let’s out a growl and adds another finger to you depths, stretching them apart within you and you feel a coil tighten deep within you.

“Jack…please… God” you sigh, and a lewd moan escapes your mouth, further spurring Jack on, making him double his efforts. He reaches a hand up to grab at your breasts, pinching one of your nipples, and you come completely undone, body tensing. You bring a hand to your mouth and bite down on it to stop from making too much noise, and you actually draw blood, but you’re in complete ecstasy so you don’t even notice. Jack, meanwhile, is still lapping up everything you have to offer him and once you come out of your high, he stops and slowly makes his way back up your body until he’s hovering over you, smirking. You blush and cover your face when you see his mouth and chin are glistening from your release.

“Doll, there’s no need to be embarrassed. That was amazing.” He grabs your hand and sees the blood on it, furrowing his brows “What happened here?”

“I must have bit down too hard on it.” You admitted, still breathing heavily.

“From now on, I don’t want you hiding the noises you make, sugar. They were like music to my ears.” He leans down to capture your lips once more, and you can taste yourself on his tongue, groaning at the sensation. He pulls away to say “There we go, good girl.” before diving in again.

With one hand in his hair, you run the other down his chest, and find the waistband off his boxers. Reaching your hand in slowly to grab his cock, he suddenly grabs your wrist and hovers above you once more, “Are you sure darlin?”

“Yes,” you breath out “I want you to feel good too.”

“This is all about you, not me. And trust me, angel, I’m okay if you want to stop.” He looked down at you so lovingly, and your heart almost stopped.

“Yes, Jack. Please… I want you.”

He gave you quick kiss on the lips before reaching for the cabinet next to the bed and rummaging around the drawer before pulling out a condom. He kicks his boxers off and rolls it on slowly, and you get your first real look at Jack in all his naked glory, and you’re biting your lip without realising it as you watch him. He’s big, and 20 minutes ago you’d be panicking, but you felt much calmer now, and knew Jack wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. He smirks up at you when he feels your gaze on him, “Enjoying the view, sugar?”

“Definitely.” You giggle and reach for him. He obliges and climbs over you again, dipping down to kiss you. He lines himself up with your entrance, and gives you one last chance to stop, and you roll your hips up to meet his, so the tip enters you and you both moan in pleasure. He slowly pushes the rest of the way in until he’s completely sheathed, and he drops his head to your shoulder, panting.

“God, doll. You’re so tight, it’s unreal.” He grunts but stays still, giving you time to adjust to his size, leaving kisses along your collarbone.

“I’m good, please move Jack.” You sigh and Jack starts to pull out slowly before burying himself back to the hilt again. It was painful at first, but soon, the pleasure outgrew the pain and you could feel another orgasm approaching. You wrapped your legs around Jack’s waist again and clawed at his back, “Faster, Jack… please.”

He starts to move a little faster, not being too rough with you though, and he knows he’s not going to last much longer, the way your pussy is clenching him, so he slides a hand between your bodies and starts circling your clit again, trying to get you to catch up with him. The sensation is too much, and you bite down on his shoulder, most definitely leaving a mark there.

“Come on, angel. Almost there. You’re being so good-such a good girl-fuck, I’m so close.” He stutters as his thrusts start to become sloppier, pressing harder against your clit.

You can’t even formulate a coherent reply, but you moan so loudly and it’s all the confirmation Jack needs to know you’re as close as he is, as well as the way you’re clamping down on him. He catches your lips again and after a few more thrusts, his hips stutter as he comes, but he carries on until you follow suit a few seconds later. You both ride out your highs, Jack’s thrusts becoming slower and slower until he comes to a complete stop, and the only sound in the room is your heavy breaths. Jack softens and pulls out of you and flops down next to you.

“That was something else, doll.” Jack speaks through his laboured breaths.

He gets up and throws the condom away in the bathroom and returns with a washcloth to clean you up, giving you wet kisses along your jaw and neck.

“I’m gonna get us a drink, make sure you use the bathroom.” He winks at you when he walks out, and you can’t help but stare at his ass, confirming it looks much nicer out of his jeans than in them.

You take his advice and go to the bathroom, smiling at yourself with how sweet he is, and how much he cares about you. When you’re done, you catch yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a mess, and your make-up is smudged, so you quickly wash your face while you’re there. When you re-emerge in the bedroom, Jack is still naked, sat on top of the sheets leaning against the headboard with two glasses of water in his hands. You quickly hop under the sheets next to him and he hands you one of the glasses. You take a sip and when you’re done, he takes them glasses and puts them on the cabinet beside the bed, before shuffling around until he was under the sheets, and he pulled you flush against him.

“You okay?”

“I’m great, a little sore if I’m honest, but it was definitely worth it.” You giggle and place a hand on his cheek, which he leans into.

“Thank you, Jack. I still can’t quite believe that just happened.” You grinned.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, doll. You deserved everything and more tonight. And I’m glad I’ve got you all to myself now.”

“I don’t know how you’re gonna top Valentine’s Day every year from now though. This one has been perfect.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll find a way, sugar. Don’t you worry about that…” he smirked down at you and you leaned up to kiss him.

You turned around in his arms, so your back was against his chest, and the pair of you fell asleep soon after. Both of you falling asleep to the thoughts that you can’t quite believe how lucky you are to be with the other.

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On the 7th day of Dethmas this writer gives to thee…

Dec 19 - Fun in the snow!

It was the first night since the rescue, the first night since Toki had been cleared by the Mordland doctors to sleep in his own room again . . . and he couldn’t sleep. He’d spent hours lying in bed, staring up at glow-in-the-dark stars he’d glued to the ceiling back what seemed like a billion years ago and he could. Not. Do it anymore.

Godklok Skwistok stuff. There’s some Swedish in there courtesy of Google Translate... There are footnotes with translations in the Ao3 link I’ll reblog this with in a sec.

The Weather Outside is Frightful

Real stars. He needed to see real stars.

His eyes hurt like something was gently but firmly pressing them deeper into his skull, and he counted exactly two-thousand and twenty steps between his bedroom and the nearest ground floor exit onto the grounds. It didn’t bother him, when he got there, that the flagstones around the doorway were sparkling with frost. Like he’d been trying to tell the doctors for weeks, he could still tell the differences between hot and cold, just didn’t exactly feel it. Hadn’t ever since that red light had hit them and then split the ceiling above their heads (or had it been the other way around?), and he and his brothers had made at least one of his death-stained torturers stop.

So Toki stepped out into the snow and it crunched under his slippers, and he didn’t care. He just followed the blanketed path into a thicket of trees until it dead-ended in a wide circular clearing.

In the center of the clearing, Skwisgaar stood with his back to Mordhaus, one hand outstretched. Toki stopped when he saw him, not necessarily prepared for company . . . but as he watched, flecks of the falling snow circled around the other guitarist’s hand like a glove several sizes too big, then formed a miniature cyclone over the center of his palm, then formed a floating sphere, then dispersed as though nothing out of the ordinary had just been going on.

Curious, Toki walked closer with intentionally loud footsteps and smiled wanly when Skwisgaar whipped around to look at him. “Hei.”

“. . . Hej.” Skwisgaar’s breath formed a ghostly haze in the freezing air. “Didn’ts know you was ups.”

“Couldn’t sleeps.” Toki pulled up even with him on the path, looking up at the sky. When he saw that it was too clouded over for any stars to show, he sighed. “Thoughts a walk might helps. What were you doings just now?”

The blond shrugged. Unlike Toki, he was actually wearing a jacket and boots, and there was a glove on the hand that he hadn’t been holding up before. “Practicings.”

Instinctively Toki reached for the bare hand, looking over the lines of Skwisgaar’s palm and briefly feeling as though he was falling into a roadmap that he didn’t know how to read—but he shook it off and rubbed at the stiff fingers that he could tell were bone-cold. “You’re gonna gets frostbites like this. How long you been outs here? And how long since you started beings able to does . . . that?”

“You knows since when.” Skwisgaar’s hand, despite the stiffness, stretched to clasp around Toki’s. “Natten vi räddade dig.”

Toki nodded, because he understood completely . . . even though, at the same time, he didn’t understand shit and doubted that Skwisgaar did either. All of this god stuff, and being destined to save the world or something, and a Church dedicated entirely to them and now run by their former manager who had literally died and returned from the dead? What was any of that? But he couldn’t deny that it was all real. They’d all been feeling it lately.

“I don’t wants you to freeze,” Toki said softly, looking him straight in the eye, more direct than he’d ever dared to be before. Being kidnapped and held captive for a longass time had burned a lot of the hesitation right out of him.

Skwisgaar quirked one perfect blonde eyebrow. “I clouds say the same to yous, little Toki.”

“Don’t really feels it these days,” Toki replied with a shrug. “But thanks.” He looked down at the hand holding his, then back up again with a small smile. “Shoulds have figures I finds you practicings. Ams all you ever does. Why don’ts you ever takes a break, Skwisgaar?”

A terrible look suddenly overtook the taller man’s face. “I can’ts. I gots to be readies. Othersways, whats if. . . .”

Toki nodded thoughtfully. Whatever was coming was bigger than any show they’d ever played, and those had been nerve-wracking enough. He remembered, from his own attempts at solo performances, the terrible weight of the audience’s expectations . . . but the audience couldn’t float you into the air and crush you like a bug just by looking at you, like that Half-Man thing they’d seen at the so-called final concert in Reykjavík. If they had powers, they damned well better know how to use them, or they could all die.

Leave it to Skwisgaar to take that knowledge and turn it into just as much a tic as constantly practicing on his guitar.

“Buts you can’t wears yours-selve out likes this,” Toki murmured, reaching with his free hand to up Skwisgaar’s cold, porcelain cheek. “You still gotta take cares, that’s what’s the doctors keeps tellin’s me—and I don’t wants nothing bads to happens to yous, so that’s am what I tells you, too. Okays?” He was surprised to feel tears in his eyes; he hadn’t cried since being liberated from that awful basement, not once. The thought of losing the lead guitarist, the push to his pull both onstage and in life, was somehow even worse than that place.

Skwisgaar leaned forward into the touch, until their foreheads bumped. He let out a deep exhale, a fine steam swirling around their faces and mingling with Toki’s breath, which should have been just as visible but, mysteriously, wasn’t. “Okays. Jag lovar.” Then he offered the ghost of a smirk and added, “As longs as you promise yous will practice somes, not like with yous crapskies guitar playing.”

Toki kissed him. It was as easy as laughing—which he did too, the sound muffled by the other man kissing back with just as much feeling. This thing, this push and pull that had been between them for years, was a lot older than any eldritch powers they suddenly had access to, and it was worth protecting.

They had never done this before, and that was a crying fucking shame because it was suddenly as necessary as breathing. Skwisgaar wrapped his arms around Toki and cradled him close. He was so gentle, as though afraid that if he held Toki too hard the younger man would either break or turn out to be just a mirage. But his kiss—

His kiss was desperate in a way that threatened to break Toki’s heart. As though all Skwisgaar wanted was to protect him, but knew, knew that he couldn’t.

Toki remembered all the times Skwisgaar had tried to protect or comfort him. At driving school. Any time his parents visited. In that IKEA the time they’d cried together. Bicentennial quarters. Trying to save his life at the Guitariganza event even after that awful tell-all book he’d written. The tears were definitely rolling down his cheeks now and left trails on his skin that crackled slightly in the cold air.

After several long minutes, the kiss ebbed. Skwisgaar gave a little chuckle of his own—totally sounded like he’d been crying too, breathy and trembling, but it was hard to see for sure in the weak winter moonlight. “You wants to does that for a longs time, eh little Toki?”

This was a chance, Toki realized, to fall back into their usual pattern and laugh the moment off. Skwisgaar was giving him an out . . . if he wanted one. A year ago, maybe he would have taken it.

He remembered Skwisgaar telling him shakily on another snowy night, years ago, I will sees you in Valhallska.

“Yeah,” Toki said softly. “I has. Sorties I’ve beens so . . . you knows.” He sniffled, trying to get his damned nose to stop running. “Ams a really stupids guy whats acts like a brats. I shoulds has practiced like you always tolds me too. I shoulds have been sittings with you at the funeral and never gots kidsnapped in the forst place, but thanks you so fuckings much for comings to rescues me. You savesed my life. I gots to say thanks yous to the other guys too, buts . . . you’s here rights now. And you ams special.” Reaching up, he touched Skwisgaar’s hair, brushing snowflakes from the golden strands. “So specials. . . .”

That’s when they both noticed that snowflakes were hanging in the air around them, too. Hundreds of them hanging suspended in clusters in the shape of—

“A very special saps whats has made the snow falls in shapes of hearts,” Toki giggled.

“I didn’ts,” Skwisgaar mumbled, cheeks reddening, but he still had his arms around Toki so he couldn’t have been too put out.

“You dids, looks at them!” Toki caught one in his palm. “Sees?”

“I . . . heugh.” He looked around and the snow began to drift down again. “Ams the price of masterings a new skill, Toki. Don’t know what else to tells you.”

Toki kissed him again with a faux-thoughtful hum. “How ‘bouts . . . you tells me if you want to goes inside now and does more of this?”

For the first time that night, Skwisgaar grinned. “Ja. Ja, thats I can do’s.”

#metalocalypse #12 days of dethmas #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #skwistok

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Hi ☺️ I think you misunderstand the character of Guzman... It's okay to admit he has flaws, he isn't perfect. Of course he participated in the bet, he even started filming, come on. You can ship whoever you want to ship but it's silly to pretend he didn't almost have sex with Nadia just for the bet.

Hi Nonny 😊!

First of all: I would like to appologize that it took me so long to answer you, but your ask only appered in my inbox today, my guess is that you must have left the ask several weeks ago after I posted my thoughts of Guzman, Nadia and the bet. I'm sorry that I was unabale to answer you but Tumblr sadly keeps doing things to me I can't understand: sometimes I'm unable to write messges, or if then only to a few people, I don't receive my asks in time to answer them or I'm unable to ask anything myself... And that's just a few of my problems *sighs*. Maybe it's a good sign that your ask finally "arrived" maybe from now on things will get easier/ better?!

But Guzman. Let’s talk about him and my post about the bet…

When I’ve deceided to write somehting about the bet – there is so much we have never talked about one here, so many interesting and important aspects of Nadia and Guzman’s relationship and so much more when it comes to Élite in general - anyway, if you take a closer look you’ll see that I was talking about him not “truly” participating.

That word is very important when it comes to this whole bet - Lu trying to get rid of Nadia or at least to make her mouth dead because she was truly worried that at some point Nadia would use what she saw against them or just her - which was aside from also being suprised by Nadia's smartness and so maybe having a true competition in being the best in their grade for the first time, the reason why she acted and treated Nadia from the very begining the way she did.

We never knew if she was only interested in saving herself, or Guzman as well… But that’s just me cause wasn’t Lu always interested in herself more then anybod else? But let’s leave it to that…

Of course I haven’t forgotten how he filmed Nadia and himself in the pool but before he did that night… can we talk about everything that happened/ or not happened before and also afterwards.

How did Guzman react when he saw Nadia for the forst time? How did he react when Lu (it must have been Lu) talked to Ander's mom about Nadia wearing a hijab and the result was that Nadia had to take it off? He wasn't happy at all, just take a look at the scene, the moment when Nadia walked by and Guzman knew what Lu did and what would happen. Take a look at the look he gave Lu. He was judging her that she shouldn't have done that and he didn't like it.

Also when he talked to Nadia, when he invited her to the party. He was interested, truly interested and starting to get fascinated there was something about her he immediately has been drawn to and Nadia was also not acting as if she truly didn't like him lr what she saw in the shower.

Nadia acted more like she was disappointed that Guzman and Lu were really a thing - Nadia couldn't have known anything about the " friends with benefits thing" between them - so she acted also a bit jealous and sad...

And then back at the party Lu had the idea with the bet and only calling it one, after Guzman found her idea more then just odd because he could’t imagen himself getting close to Nadia only because Lu wanted him to, to use that against Nadia. So he just let Lu talk, as he often used to… she would stop at some point.

But then Nadia threttend Guzman, by helping Samu, somehting he couldn’t really deal with, cause while on one side he was fascinated by the fact how Nadia helped Samu – he would have and maybe has done the same, for his friends (Ander and Polo) many times before but on the other hand she did something he was never used to. And that made him angry and sad for a short while at that moment. And then when Nadia was about to leave, when they were standing in the doorway and staring at each other. That must have been a turning point for both of them. They knew that there was something between them but they couldn't stop looking into each others eyes. Irritating for both of them, so when only seconds after Lu arrives Guzman is still irritated and shocked and feeling many things why he reacted the way he did.

In that moment Lu must have believed she won, but a few days later it was Lu who made Guzman remember the bet at school. Guzman himself wasn't angry anymore. Cause while he is indeed often hot-headed, yes I know, he is also very fast in forgetting and forgiving things especially, if he loves and cares for the people. And he did care for Nadia far more then he would have admitted it at the time to himself and others. The same goes to Nadia btw. too.

So when Lu is reminding him on the bet, he is not trying to work with Nadia on that assignment because of it. No! It's because it's the perfect opportunity to spent time with her!

Why is that so? I don't want to get too much into detail cause my answer is alredy very long 😶 but:

- during the conversation in the library he is honestly interested in her religion, believings and feelings towards it

- when visiting her parents and he is ending up in a fight with her dad. Nadia knows how harsh her father was, that Guzman has nothing to do with his father's company and work. But the way he acted made it almost unabale for her to get her father's permission to work with him ever... Guzman realises that although he was just defending his dad (which we all would have) but when Omar arrives at the shop and he is detecting him as the drug dealer he saw with Ander, he is so irritated and worried for Nadia. His face when he leaves the shop 🙁😟.

- when Nadia visits him at the school pool he teases her because he recognizes how easy he can tease her and make her smile with it

- Nadia makes him smile too. The way we have never seen him smile before.

- When they' re at his house and his pool, he is sorry and ashamed that Nadia almost figured that there was a bet, that there needs to be a reason why he is spending time with her, even if it was Lu's idea and he wasn't interested in participating in it and not spending time with her because of that betbat all, he he felt sorry and ashamed.

- But then a bit later he loves how playful she is with him, how they lough and smile, how everything seems to be so easy

- when she won against Lu during the swimming competition he couldn't stop watching her. Being happy and proud that she won. Grinning like a fool when she did.

- then when he needs her help, to take care of Marina who is at Samu's party she helps him. She is telling him off at first, that he should calm down but she is helping him. His grin when he is standing infront of Nano and Christian at that party. Amzing! Like: see Nadia helped me. Me! She helped me and that's why I'm here.

Is that someone who participates in a bet just to hurt someone for you?

But then Nadia accidentally drank some punch with drugs in it. Making her loosing up towards Guzman, making her wanting to spent more time with him. Guzman who didn't knew Nadia well enough didn't knew hpw else ro react rather then saying no because he didn't wanted to push her + Nadia didn't seemed to be that forward before.

Guznan couldn't have known that Nadia was drugged, that this wasn't really her.

Yes, she wanted to spent more time with him, with him at his house and pool because she loved it there. But she would have never told him without being drugged and so when he says no, she uses what she knew about him She didn't even ment it badly, she just doesn't wanted the night with Guzman to end.

But using what she knew, just to make him spent time with her. That wasn't the Nadia Guzman was drawn to, he aleady was falling for. That was something he has never expected her to do because he didn't knew her enough, he didn't recognized her beig drugged which was why he choose to take the video. We didn't even knew what he was up to with it, only that he was so disappointed for a short while, that he took that clip. But then he saw Nadia in the pool being mesmerized by her and after he was jumping in beside her and when looking into her eyes finally recognizing that she is drugged he was the most angriest of himself.

Wow, ok that's possibly the longest answer I have ever posted 😶😁

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 37 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Mord did not know what to make of what he was seeing and hearing. He was aboard the deadliest craft that he had ever heard of, and her commander, was crying — — — For enemy dead. He felt guilty about the thoughts of a few minutes before. Putting his arms about her, he held her until she calmed. She parted from him gently and sat him on one of the big cushions next to her.

Getting a grip on herself, Sula said with a cold rage, “When we find who did that to Kurin, I hope that we can take them without loss. If we do have to sink them, I will put them on the bottom without a tear. I have my sailors making inquiries to see if we can find the ones responsible.” Mord was glad that ferocity was not directed at his ship.

Mord seated himself and said, “We also have inquiries under way, as does the Council and a number of ships that are friendly to us.”

The problem of finding evidence solved itself. A young deck-hand of the Grython was brought in late that night, with the symptoms of Ord poisoning. His case was not as advanced as Kurin’s and he responded well to treatment, at first.

“Off with your shirt,” Dr Worran ordered him, intending to see if he still had the strength and coordination to do it. Wordlessly, the young man struggled with what should have been a simple task. The Doctor helped him, observing his eyes and respiration at the same time.

“Where did you get that inflamed patch on your right chest?” she asked him urgently.

He shook his head as if having trouble speaking, then mumbled, “Dunno … It itched a little, but it stopped.”

Doctor Worran picked up his shirt and felt something long in the right pocket. She removed it from his pocket with long tweezers. She applied a thin paste to the point and washed it off carefully.

She burst in on Sula and Mord, holding her find carefully in the tweezers. “Look what I found on that young man who just came in! I’ve a mind to let him die.”

Mord looked with horror at the Ord spine, revealed for what it was by the ugly greenish brown left by the testing paste. It was neatly mounted in a handle. It looked like an ordinary sail maker’s awl. “What ship is he from?” was all that he said, as he carefully looked over the lethal tool.

“The Grython,” answered Doctor Worran.

Mord said thoughtfully, “I would not have expected that. The Grython has been fast friends to the Longin for many Gatherings. We need to talk to this man, if he can still speak.”

They went quickly to the sick bay. Doctor Worran pointed out the inflamed area of right chest. “He was carrying the spine uncovered in his right shirt pocket. The poison worked through the fabric and his skin.”

“I see,” said Sula. “He probably did not know what he was carrying, then. I wonder how he got it?”

The sailor struggled against unwilling muscles to turn his head towards them. His voice was almost inaudible, and he was clearly fighting for the breath to speak at all, “I won it on a dare. A pair of sailors bet me a whole Selked-made sail stitching kit that I couldn’t poke the awl into Kurin’s lunch unseen, for a prank. I didn’t know it would hurt her. When I heard what happened, I took the awl from the kit and started to come here. I didn’t make it. I’m sorry.”

“You did well. Who were they?” asked Mord. “What was their ship?”

“I don’t know for sure,” he husked. “I saw one them in the Grandalor’s booth earlier. I did recognize the other, but didn’t realize who he was until too late. He was Silor Elon. I don’t know where he is now.” It was a grim and angry pair of Captains who headed topside. By now the sun was beginning to rise on the eastern horizon.

Mord told his Craft Masters what had happened and added, “This perfidy must be reported to the Council. Who will go with me?” Every hand went up. Master Juris asked to look at the awl.

“There is Selked’s mark. That means that he made this aboard the Grandalor,” he pronounced like it was a doom.

Chapter 12a: Flight of the Grandalor

“Dark Iren devour those fools!” Barad raged. “Nobody will believe that we tried to stop them. We will all swim for their idiocy! By the time that the Council finds their mistake, they will have to send their apologies by way of Iren’s Orcas!”

Mister Timms paused in his duties long enough to agree, saying, “As many of us was involved in one way and another, Sir, I’m sure that you’re right. Many inquired about the Ord and many more worked in the experiments. Best we give the Council time to cool down before we try to explain.”

All about him the crew was quietly and efficiently preparing the Grandalor to get under way. Tanlin was at the small floating dock, greeting each boat and speaking quietly to the new arrivals as the crew inconspicuously came aboard, a few at a time. Occasionally, a boat left the ship with a few folk on it.

Moonlight glittered across the water, pursuing little Dorac over the horizon. All about them, only the stars and the running lamps and masthead lights of the sleeping Naral fleet provided any light. It would be six hours before swift little Dorac rose again, followed shortly by mighty Wohan. Six hours of darkness. Six hours to flee for their lives.

Without tocsins or shouted orders, cables were slipped from the anchorage float and sails were set as silently as the wind allowed. As she began to move, her masthead lights and running lamps were extinguished, one by one. Following the constellation known as the Sea Hawk, the Grandalor raced SSE through the darkness under all of the canvas that she could fly, with no lights showing, straight away from the sleeping Gathering.

As soon as the last of the masthead lanterns of the Naral fleet fell below the horizon, Barad wrote an extensive Log entry and took out his Three Dragons set.

Tanlin, who had just come off duty as First Officer of the Second Night Watch, relaxed into the cushions of one of the cabin’s chairs and looked on with interest.

“W’at’re ye doin’, Luve?”

“Trying to save our lives and our ship, in that order. I have entered the whole true account of Kurin’s poisoning into the Log. It cannot save me. Unless we escape the fleet, I will die for Kurin’s murder. It may well save you and others innocent of the killing.”

“T’at’s a good t’ing t’at ye’re doin’, m’ ‘Eart — — ‘ow’ll T’ree Dragons save us?”

“I have broken the course rose into seven possible tacks. The dice will tell us which way to go. If white lands on a number less than fifty, we hold course for an hour and roll again. Whichever of these two dice eats the other gives us the course to follow, from this table. He held up a tallow-slate with a neatly made table on it. If neither one eats the other, we split the difference for our course. We exclude only courses that we know to be dangerous.

“Roll the first one, Tanlin, and pray to the Dragons that it’s a good cast.”

As the dice rattled in the cup Tanlin thought, ‘E knows t’at ‘e’s doomed. Even i’ we go t’ t’e Arrakans, t’ey won’t shield ‘im from murder, so w’at does ‘e do? ‘E still t’inks o’ gain an’ loss but now ‘is t’ought’s for t’ose close t’ ‘im an’ ‘is crew. ‘Ow many in ‘is place wad do as much? Few. Nane t’at Oi can t’ink o’. An’ Oi married ‘im! Pride swelled in her heart as the dice bounded clattering about the board and came to rest.

They leaned over the board together and she put an arm about his waist. He absently stroked her hair and put an arm around her as he read the fall of the dice.

“Dragon eats skelt, seventy three.” He consulted his chart and figured the correction for the present course in his head. “East-North-East. That will take us across the fleet, just out of their sight.” As he straightened, she wrapped her other arm about him and gave him a spontaneous kiss.

“So close? Shall Oi t’row again?”

“No. A better course could not have been chosen. If there is pursuit and I am sure there will be, it will make us hard to see because of the glare of the early sun. It also cuts back and across our track. Any trying to find us by following our course will be thrown off as well.”

“Oi’ll take care o’ t’e corse change, Luve. Ye’ve ‘ad a ‘orrible day. ‘Ow long do we ‘old ‘t?”

“Seven and a half hours.” He looked down at her for a rare unguarded moment. Why did it take so long to find you? I know that Teralat would have liked you. The memory of his long dead wife hadn’t hurt since he’d realized that he actually respected Kurt— no, Tanlin. He now knew for certain that his feelings had become more than respect.

“Aye, seven an’ a ‘alf ‘ours. So, seventy t’ree? T’e forst digit’s t’e ‘ours an’ t’e second’s t’e minutes by tens?” she questioned as she set the water clock to time the tack.

“Yes. You know, I married you for more than your stunning good looks.”

“Oi know. Ye got t’ose t’.” She flipped her fall of hair saucily as she left. Arriving on deck, she became a First Officer.

TO BE CONTINUED

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canislupus-exe · 5 years

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Hey beautiful! If you are still taking request can I have a ROTG and Stranger Things ship? I'm 5'2,18, female, sea green eyes, long dark wavy hair, and I'm biracial (Romanian and Greek), I love to read (PJO, HP, etc), draw, and animate . I have an IQ of 143(I tutor a bunch of kids) and have severe anxiety and depression. I'm very introverted but I'll warm up to you when I get to know you. I'm really into astrology too (I'm a Libra)

I ship you with…

Jack Forst!

Jack’s first encounter with you was outside of Jamie’s school. He saw you walk out of the front doors, your long hair bouncing behind you as you held a scarf over your mouth to protect yourself from the cold. His eyes followed you until you were out of sight, and then he turned to Jamie and berated him about you. Jamie told him what he could, but it wasn’t much, seeing as he didn’t know you all too well.

This didn’t derail Jack, not even in the slightest. He made it his mission to get to know you, no matter what he had to do. He couldn’t just let someone as beautiful as you walk out of his life. You were breathtaking and he would stop at nothing to meet you. And so he waited.

He waited and while he waited, he learned about you. Not in a stalker way, of course. He was just really interested in you. He learned that you tutor kids and that you loved to draw, which were two things he really liked about you. Then again, he liked everything about you. After a while, he finally got frustrated and decided it was time to meet you.

He made Jamie get closer to you, which wasn’t exactly hard. He just said he needed tutoring for math, which in all honesty he did. From there. Jamie started trying to convince you that Jack Frost was indeed real. It took time (lots of it) but, eventually, you came around. I mean, Jack Frost was one of the less bogus urban legends, so you entertained the thought, and that was enough for him.

You yawned as you continued dragging your pen across your Ipad screen, the black line following wherever the tip went. You had no idea why you felt so tired. You got a full eight hours of sleep last night so you should be fine. But alas, it seemed no matter how much sleep you got, you always felt drowsy.

You stretched your limbs quickly, trying to wake up your body. You blinked quickly before picking up your pen and beginning to draw again. You continued for a few more minutes before you noticed that it was starting to get chilly in your room. You turned to your window, seeing it slightly cracked. You raised your eyebrows, remembering that you had closed it but that obviously wasn’t true.

You stood and walked to the window, pushing it down and latching the locks. However, your room was still icy cold. In fact, it felt even colder now. You shivered and pulled your sweater closer.

“Cold?” Someone asked. You turned around, quick as lightning, to see who had said that. It was a guy with hair as white as snow and no shoes adorned on his feet. He had no harmful intentions, but you didn’t know that. So, like any rational person, you screamed. His eyes widened as he held up his hands.

“Shhhh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I know this is creepy I just… I really wanna get to know you!” He said.

“So you break into my house?” You asked loudly and clearly in distress. He gave a shy smile and shrugged.

“N-Nice to meet you, I guess?”

And…

Jonathan Byers!

First and foremost, Jonathan was in love with you. He met you in the general store when he went to buy film for his camera. He accidentally bumped into you and you quietly apologized. He was too stunned by your beauty to say anything, and just like that, you walked out of the store and as far as he was concerned, out of his life.

Days later, he saw you at Hawkins Middle School when he went to pick up Will. You were sitting in the field on a blanket with a group of kids. You all had books in your laps and you seemed to be pointing thing out to them. Will noticed his older brother’s staring and explained that you were tutoring the kids, which you did quite often and easily.

It took him a few weeks to work up the confidence to talk to you, and when he did, he was so glad. You warmed up to him after a bit and conversation seemed to flow easily. He learned that you loved reading and drawing and you learned that he loved photography and cinema. He soon became your best friend and you only secretly wished he would become more.

You smiled as you watched Jonathan crouch by a tree, presumably taking a photo of something. He seemed focused on the subject, and you couldn’t help but admire his infatuation with photography.

“What are you doing Jon?” You asked.

“Taking a picture of this daisy. It’s the only one growing in a huge field of grass and it looks really pretty… but…” He trailed off. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

“But…?” You asked. He turned on his feet, camera up to his eye and quickly snapping a photo of you and your natural smile.

“But not as pretty as you.”

Hope you enjoy🖤🖤

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#Jack Frost #jack frost x reader #jack frost imagine #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers imagine #ships #canislupus.txt

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godlymvmi · 4 years

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rate each chelsea players seasons so far?

oh dear lord okay

- werner: 7.5/10. werner gets so much shit for no reason, he’s actually not had as bad of a start as rival fans love to preach on twitter/on here. even when he’s not scoring, 9 times out of 10 he’s THERE, he’s trying, hes pressing, he’s passing, he’s active. he’s so fucking fit as well, played the second most minutes for us so far and he’s bossing it. and i fully rate that, love him, we’re gonna see great things from him.

- havertz: 8/8.5/10. i cant give him a nine just yet i reckon. but bloody hell, he’s been so good. even when he makes errors, he’s tracking back to fix them, he’s intercepting, his fluidity on the ball is incredible to watch. at the same time, thats also the biggest probkem so far, he’s almost too graceful with it sometimes and he’s not the most bulky lad so he sometimes does struggle with the physical side of the prem, but that’ll come

- abraham: 8/10. he’s solidly impressed me. he’s come off the bench, now he’s starting, he’s seen his chance to show what he’s worth and he’s done it for me, he’s improved in every aspect we wanted him to. he looks so much more confident, hes still a bit clumsy with it sometimes but my god, he’s playing deeper, getting assists and goals, chefs kiss from me.

- ziyech: 9/10. and i refuse to say i’m jumping the gun. the mans passing is orgasmic to watch, his left foot makes me horny, like the man is such a fucking baller, i fully can’t believe we’ve bagged him. his corners as well, i could cry. the willian upgrade we needed, nothing more to be said, hes here and he’s perfect

- pulisic: 7/10. this is purely cos he’s now on injury again and he didn’t exactly hit the ground running right after he came back (which is to be expected) but he’s so so good. truly such a danger on that left side, i canr way for him to be back

- hudson odoi: 6.5/10. this is purely cos he’s barely played, but when he has he’s been a solid 7, he’s improved so much, he looks far more confident. he’s not perfect, he’s got a good way to go but he deserves so much better than to constantly be benched, he really should get more minutes for us and i hope it happens soon.

- giroud: 6/10. again, he’s barely played. i love him mate, i have so much love for oli and i think it’s unfair he’s being benched and coming on for a measly 10 minutes cos it’s not fair on him, whack him on with 30- 20 minutes to go. eden hazard said he’s the best target man in the world, he was one of the only reasons we made it to top four last season. deserves more

- kante: 6.5-7/10. irs hard to say, he’s not lived up to what we know he can do, he’s not been amazing and he’s had some matches where i’ve been begging for him to be subbed off, but lately it seems like we’ve found a way to go, i thought he looked so much better yesterday alongside kovacic, it’s too early to say but i don’t think he’s dusted just yet. i love him

- mount: 7.5/10. it’s hard with mason cos he’s had some absolute fucking nightmares but that’s down to poor management, no rest and being played on the wing. but look how much better he looks as a number 8, he’s a different player. i only want to see him as a number 8, i love to see it.

- jorginho: 6.5/10. i love jojo but he’s so wishy washy at times, but i truly love what he brings to the team. playing wise, sometimes i wonder what he’s thinking but generally i love him, every day i think about his “chin up” gesture to the younger lads and want to cry, he brings so much in so many ways. teaching silva english he needs to use on the pitch, telling lampard “i just want to win” when he was told werner was going to be out penalty taker. i could cry.

- barkely/rlc: didn’t play enough to rate but i hope rlc thrives on loan this season and i hope we recall barkely in january.

- chilwell: 9/10. insane. looks like he’s played for us for years mate, he doesn’t look like a signing we made this summer. absolutely insane. i hope he never leaves, he already seems to love this club and team so much, truly hope he’s our next ashley cole without rhe arsehole stuff <3

- james: 9/10. again, our fullbacks mate. reece has had at least one game i can think of where he wasn’t amazing but generally this man is everywhere, he’s attacking, he’s defending, he’s intercepting, he’s a stunner mate. his linkup with ziyech mate OOF. right back sorted forever

- silva: 9/10 and no i don’t care about that one mistake in his forst match, i don’t care. mans has changed our entire defensive look on the pitch. he’s made zouma a better player, he’s shouting directions at everyone, he’s just scored a goal for us, he already seems to love this club dearly. mate i hope he gets a contract extension, i fucjing love the man. so calm in the ball, for once i’m not pissing myself every time someone attacks. love him. love him.

- zouma: 8/10. underrated. but this man fucking works for us, every match. yeah, he’s had some nightmares and sometimes he very clearly panics whike in the ball, but he’s getting better every match imo and he’s learning from the best rught next to him. i love him, he’s always so happy as well, makes me smile. hope him and silva keep up this partnership

- christensen: 4/10 he’s just not good enough. i will die on the hill that there’s a good player inside of him, that there’s truly a good player there and sometimes we see it. but he’s not for the prem, watch him go somewhere else in europe and he’ll thrive. however, he’s my fourth choice cb, i trust him over rudiger any day.

- azpilicueta. 8/10 and ni i don’t care about your opinion. i miss him on the pitch, i cant even lie. i absolutely adore azpi. i truly love him so much and the work he does for this club, the heart and dedication he has for us. time and time again he’s saved us, i nearly sobbed at his celebration against ajax before they disallowed his goal. he’s so gracious and humble, made way for reece, and the man is still a good player. hope he stays forever and retires with us. and yes. he is a club legend.

- alonso: 3/10. man is abysmal. man is terrible. get him out of my club now. his attitude is horrid, he can’t do anything on the ball that chilwell can’t do better and truthfully, his time has come to leave. feel so uncertain anytime he plays, thank god he hasn’t in bare time

- tomori. 100/10. shut up. i love fikayo man. turning down a loan to west ham last minute to fight for his place, head down and attitude right. even now, franks said he’s part of the plans and i hope so cos i see a fucking class cb in him as long as he gets time, minutes and good coaching. i really see him as our third choice centre back, when we rest silva fikayo should be on the pitch. we’ve seen him and zouma link up before, we can see him again.

- emerson: 5/10. i don’t hate emerson, he’s just eh. he doesn’t do much for me, he doesn’t really stick out, he kind of blends in and is almost a bit invisible during most matches he’s played. he’s just eh. i don’t hate him but i certainly don’t want him starting every match ever and wouldn’t mind a new backup lb.

- rudiger: 3/10. i can respect this mans agent work to get havertz and werner to us but now it’s time to go rudi pal. i just don’t trust him on the ball ever, man terrifies me every time. he’s so shaky. i’m so glad we’ve not seen him pkay much recently, cos it baffles me that he’s being subbed on in the first place.

- kepa: 1/10. no. there’s nothing to say

- caba: 5/10. does the job, he’s not great and he’s deffo not my first choice but if mendy can’t start, he’s mt third choice.

- cech. pls play him frank. 1000000/10 <3

- mendy: 9/10. dont care about last night, he’s amazing. i wasn’t expecting him to come and perform the way he has but he’s been so so good. cant remember what it feels like to trust a goalie i just love himmmmmmm. such a good attitude and work rate as well

#i’ve just realised you said seasonS #but i’m hoping you meant this <3 #if not shush

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neoarchipelago · 5 years

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Bridegroom's Oak Tree (John Wick x Reader part one)

AN: so this was a detailed request so there will be two parts to it, here's the first part guys! A bit of a AU here !

Request: "Hi, could you write one where John wick is a mafia lord falling in love at first sight with a teacher who is shy and doesn't know he is a mafia.And recently I read about this tree in Australia which has its own mailbox. People who are single write letters to the tree and anyone can pick any and respond to them. So far the tree is responsible for 100 marriages. So maybe you can write one where John wick, the mafia.. Writes a letter and finds it responded by the teacher. They both remain anonymous. But he falls for her. He is also kind of afraid as to how she might react when she finds out... All that" request by: @cynic-spirit

Word count : 2 306

Warnings: none

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Klaus Ackerman was a nice old man. He had worked at the dodauer forst forest for the past 45 years. He knew everything single path and tree that covered the forest. He also had been a guardian of the Bridegroom's oak tree for just as long. He had seen so many young, and old people come to the tree to find love.

The tree's story was after all, a bit like a fairy tale. The name of the tree came from a very old story that everyone knew. The daughter of the head forester and the son of a chocolate maker were in love but her father disapproved. They exchanged letters secretly by leaving them in the whole in the tree trunk. Eventually they ended up getting married under the same tree not long after the father of the maiden had given in.

The beautiful story eventually led people to think that the tree attracted the soulmate of the person who would write a letter and place it in the hole in the tree. Klaus had seen many letters being answered to, people finding their other half, getting married and then coming back to thank the tree with various offerings during their honeymoon. Unfortunately he had also seen many letters still waiting for someone to answer to them. One in particular, from a young man still lingered there waiting for someone to pick it up.

Klaus remembered the man quite clearly. It wasn't particularly the way he looked, standing at the bottom the tree looking up, in his perfectly clean three piece black suit. It's not the way he looked absolutely unshakable with his hair gelled back, his beard tamed and his dark eyes, that made him remember the man even after all those years. It was the way he kindly smiled at him and spoke to him with his raspy yet soft voice.

Klaus had been through a rough time. His only daughter was sick, and the two jobs he was accumulating wasn't enough to pay for all the bills he had. He was a tired man, and the black suit man saw it. John Wick, he had introduced himself. Klaus had politely introduced himself as well. The conversation had gone by effortlessly, the calming aura of the man eventually leading Klaus to tell him the problems he was going through.

Klaus was shocked when the man pulled out a heavy amount of money and offered it to him. He couldn't possibly accept it, no. He would never be able to pay it back. But the man had insisted, claiming he didn't need that money as much as Klaus. Klaus was still reluctant to accept the god given money but Mr Wick had finally found a way for him to accept.

"How about you take the money, and in exchange, I want you to watch over the letter I wrote. I put it in the tree hole, but I'm not from here. I won't be able to know if one day someone answers. I want you to send me the answer if it ever comes, to this address. Give me your word, that until your last day here, you will do that."

Klaus had looked down at the small paper with the address that the man was giving him, and finally accepted breaking down into thankful tears. And so he had been doing exactly that. The man was gone, leaving for New York again. The worn out piece of paper was still in Klaus's pocket. Waiting for the letter in the tree to finally be picked up. But many years had gone by and no one ever seemed to be interested in the small letter, with the blue lettering.

Today was another sunny day, and Klaus had started his afternoon shift. He trailed along his usual path, his old legs not going as fast as he used to. He'd soon have to retire, but the he wished he could fulfill the man's wish.

Finally reaching the Bridegroom's Oak, he noticed not so many people were there today. It was sunny, yet a bit cold, and the wind brushed the trees making them sing. He approached the ladder that reached the hole in the tree and watched as the postman who usually came around at this hour stepped down.

"Ay, good afternoon Mr Ackermann."

"Good afternoon Nevil. How are things up there?" Klaus asked with a small smile.

"Many letters as usual! But hey! That letter you're always asking about, it's finally gone!"

Klaus blinked. Gone? But it was there yesterday! Shaking off the panic he felt, he smiled at the postman. It had to be picked up, that was the point. Now he only had to wait and see who would come and put her answer into the tree.

Klaus waited near the tree all day. He watched as people passed on by, climbing the ladder and putting their letters into the tree hole. He watched closely every letter being dropped off, trying to find something that would make him recognize Mr Wick's letter.

The evening drawing near, he sighed, looking up at the burning sky as the sun began to set. He tiredly watched people walk on by when his eyes fell on a small letter, in blue lettering, held by a young woman. Klaus jumped up walking towards the lady, who strangely, stood at the bottom of the tree, looking at it.

"Excuse me miss?" Klaus's shaky voice rang.

The young lady turned around, looking at him with her beautiful (e/c) eyes.

"Hello, do you need anything?" She asked in a sweet voice, a kind smile on her lips.

"That letter, did you answer to it?" He asked.

"Oh, yes. I don't really think it'll lead to anything though. I'm not from Germany so. It's a bit of shot in the dark." She said looking down at the Mr wick's letter.

"Where are you from, If I may ask?" Klaus asked.

"From New York. In the United States. I'm here on a small vacation."

Klaus smiled. Maybe the tree was really magic?

"Would you allow me miss?" He asked. Earning a confused look from the lady.

"You see, it is my last day working here. I am old, and getting retired. I have been waiting for a long time for this letter to be answered. It isn't mine, do not fear. It's… a friend's. Would you allow me to put it in the tree? As a last act of duty."

She shyly smiled at him and gave him her letter.

"Of course, it'll be a pleasure. I have to go in anyway, my plane won't be waiting for me and my friends either. Thank you sir."

Klaus took the letter in his hand. A simple folded letter, in black lettering, the handwriting was smooth and perfectly clean. He smiled at the lady as she turned and walked away. Klaus smiled to himself. Finally he could fulfill his word, and retire as well. He had grandchildren to play with, but first, he had a letter to post.

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Back in New York, things had changed for John since his trip to Germany. He had become the head of the Mafia here in New York, earning his place at the High table. The baba yaga was a feared man, strict, dangerous and everyone knew it. It had taken him focus, commitment and sheer will so finally be the man he was today. Many years had passed, he wasn't as young as when he put the letter in the tree. He had lived a lonely life, but somehow had gotten used to it.

Today's High table meeting ended, as everyone excused themselves. John stood up and walked out. He didn't like to stay too long near the other members of the High table. He preferred his house. Reaching his car he got in the back seat as his driver greeted him. John greeted him politely and leaned back in his seat. The car started as John sighed. It had been lonely years yes. People he knew had found that perfect love and had now many children running around. He wished he had that kind of happiness as well but perhaps he wasn't made for it.

John looked up at his driver as the car rang, through the Bluetooth of the car. John nodded as the driver looked for approval in the rear view mirror. Answering the call John sighed.

"Yes?" John asked in a deep voice.

"Pardon me Mr Wick, but a letter has arrived for you." The voice rang.

"Alright, and why are you calling for a letter Jack?" John asked slightly annoyed.

"Well it was sent by Klaus Ackermann, and you specifically asked to be informed of any correspondence from this person."

John stared at the car seat in front of him. Had he heard correctly? Did someone answer his letter? After all these years, impossible. Klaus probably sent a letter to tell him he was retiring and no one answered his letter. John shook himself back to reality.

"Put in on my desk, thank you Jack."

With a final 'Yes sir' the call was ended. John looked at out of his window, deep in thoughts. He wasn't expecting anything else at all from Klaus, not after so many years. He felt curious and a bit hopeful, but at the same time stupid for putting such expectations in a letter he wrote so many years ago. He sighed. No point in wrecking his mind now. He'd get home soon enough and see what was the letter all about.

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You watched over your class as time passed. Today you had decided to make a simple test, just to make sure your students have been learning correctly your class. It wasn't a big deal and you had warned them there would be one so you were expecting good results.

You had been a teacher in a high school for only 4 years, but you enjoyed it. You were young, and a bit shy, but your students were all nice to you and you were pretty glad of it. New York was a welcoming home to you, but you felt lonely. You recently got home from a travel to Europe where you ended up on a road trip with a friend for the past week, ending up in Germany. Your friends had taken you to the Bridegroom's oak tree, where they had insisted that you take a letter to answer to because Magic would be the solution to your loneliness.

You had complied, being tired of their jokes, and had picked up a beautiful letter with perfectly handwritten blue lettering. You had read the letter as you visited the city with your friends, not really paying attention to the landscape but getting lost in the paragraphs that seemed to build cities just for you. You were almost pained, knowing that there was little chances that the man who wrote the letter would answer to you. You had written your letter, finding some beautiful paper and a black ink pen, to write a letter as beautiful as the one you had picked.

You had thought about it all afternoon before finally deciding to bring the letter back to the Oak tree. You had stopped to admire the tree, taking a last thought on your action before being approached by a worker of the Forest. You had smiled to the old man and talked to him. Lastly he had asked to take care of your letter and in a last gush of hope and magic you let the old man do his last act of duty.

Falling back into reality you looked around at the classroom. "Five minutes left everyone" you said in a soft voice, earning a few groans.

You smiled softly. You had given up on the idea of your letter ever finding the man who it was destined to. You remembered the words inked in the little letter that now rested in one of your favorite notebooks, the one that never left your side. You sighed. Hope tends to breed eternal misery.

You looked at your watch again. Two minutes left and your day would be over. You had to grade the tests and then you could take a bath and probably order some food. You were waiting just for that. The bell rang you smiled at your students.

"Time's up guys! Please leave your tests on your tables, have a nice evening guys, and Don't forget your homework!"

You earned a 'yes miss' from running students, making you chuckle. You sighed, looking at your now, empty classroom, and stood up to pick up the tests. You hummed a soft tune, as you walked through the rows of seats and tables. A knock on the door made you jump, spinning around.

You blushed at the man who stared at you with dark eyes. He was tall, wearing a black suit. You looked away feeling intimidated by this man, who looked handsome and who had just heard you sing in your small classroom.

"I..hum.. hello…" you tried to say.

"Hello." He answered, smirking at you.

You felt tiny for a second as he walked closer to you, making you realize how tall he really was. You tried to keep eye contact with his beautiful dark eyes, but it only made you even more intimidated.

"May I help you...Sir?" You said in a low voice, but with a smile.

"You can, indeed. After all, you answered to my letter Miss (y/l/n)." He spoke in a deep voice.

You froze. Impossible. You looked down to see the man hold a letter, in black lettering. You shot your head back up drowning in the man's eyes.

"It's you…" you let out in a whisper.

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okitera · 5 years

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hi i need beej + s/o's first time having sex (bonus if its also the s/o's forst time ever)

hi i needed this too, this got way fluffier than it needed to be

The evening moved at a slow crawl. Dinner came and went. Takeout, but that wasn't important. What was important was that you wanted attention. Beej wasn't far, you didn't even have to summon him. He was just feet away from you, on the couch, watching some shitty horror movie with you, which you stopped paying attention to a while ago. The problem with slow evenings was, they made you overthink. First, you started with a simple 'maybe I'll steal a kiss' or something like that. Then, as the sound of screams faded into white noise behind your thoughts, you started to think, which was never good. What would that kiss probably turn into? A make-out session, which was normal. But what would that session turn into? That was a question you just couldn't answer. Or, you could, but.. did you want that answer?

Yes, you were itching to kiss him. Be near him, anything, but you knew Beetlejuice. This making out thing, it had been going on for a couple weeks, now. How long would he be content with just that? How long would you be content with that? Truth was, you weren't. You wanted him, in that way, but- how do you ask someone to take your first? If you told him, would that turn him away?

Anyways, it had been over an hour since that first thought.

Your worn-in spot on the couch was getting boring, and so was thinking, and so was that stupid movie. Your arms folded over your chest in your black sweater, you made up your mind to not use your mind at all. Soon enough, you sat up, and crawled briefly over to where he was, and caught his eye. He hummed at you in acknowledgement, probably thinking you were just going to lay down to spoon with him. It was refreshing to see the look on his face, once he realized you were going to straddle him. His eyebrows ticked up, and he even shifted to welcome your weight in his lap, his head on the armrest of the couch. Smugly, he looked up at you. "Hey, doll." You grinned back down at him. He reached for your hand-- which was smaller, in comparison to his own -- and planted it on his own temple, coaxing you to play with his hair, like you loved to do. You did card your fingers through his purple hair, but you pulled him up by the back of his neck to sit up with you. Naturally, you kissed, and your mind started to race, but you quelled it. No, you told yourself. Let me have this.

Again, Bj was delightfully surprised. Instead of going for your hands, he found a grip at your waist. You focused on kissing him, and how his facial hair felt against your chin, but it was impossible to ignore being tugged down to fully sit in his lap. He shifted, to lean against the back of the couch more comfortably. Your next move would be to take off his tie, right? You compromised with your thoughts to put together a plan. He wouldn't know you were a first-timer if you seemed to know what you were doing.

While you scanned your inventory of poorly written sex scenes in youth novels, a cold hand snaked under the hem of your sweater and up your lower back. Unable to help it, your lips broke away from his while the sensation ran up your spine. The demon mumbled something against your jaw, but you didn't quite catch it. You were too busy trying to loosen his tie. Beetlejuice, being one to always take opportunities, nosed your chin up to open your neck, and didn't waste time with the pleasantries of pecking under your jaw. Instead, he went straight for grazing his teeth against your jugular, and that was when you lost it. Of course, you didn't say anything, but the squeak that came from your throat seemed to be enough for your purple-haired specter to pull away. Oh god. Oh, shit- he's not going to want me now, your brain repeated frantically. You tried not to let your emotions get the best of you, and you looked him in the eyes. Instead of disgust, you found only slight confusion, mingled with his lingering grin. "Somethin' wrong?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

You sighed, shaking your head and trying to be convincing. "No." Beej didn't look impressed. His eyes went flat. "Y/n," He started to rub his hand up and down the small of your back. "I've been lying for a living since before you were born. You're a shitty liar." You couldn't help but laugh nervously, and look down at where your bodies met. "Do you want this, or..?" Now or never, I guess. Nearly cutting him off, you decided to say fuck it. "I've never done this before." You shrug. Beetlejuice didn't miss a beat. "What, fuck a ghost? That's pretty normal-" "I've never fucked anyone, Beej."

For a moment, he was silent. When you looked at him, all you saw was confusion, and that soft, purple glow to his cheeks. Then, he cocked his head, ready to speak, but you opened your mouth first. "I want you to.. be my first." You breathe. His eyes shifted down for a moment, but met yours again. "Why?" Well, now you were confused. "Wh- What do you mean?" You batted his shoulder. "It's because I like you that much, dumbass!" He started laughing, and you didn't know if you should laugh with him or be offended, but you didn't really have time to make up your mind. "Right.." He muttered to himself, reaching up to idly scratch the back of his head. "I guess I didn't think you'd want me to be your first." You felt a tinge of pity in your heart for him. "Oh, Bj," You reached to lift his chin up to meet your gaze. He smiled half-heartedly at you. That purple blush was a lot more prevalent, now. "Of course I want it to be you." Now, that smile looked complete. You met each other in another kiss and, this time, you didn't stop yourself from thinking. You let him pull you close by the hips, and you grounded yourself by clutching at the collar of his shirt. Eventually, you finally got that ratty tie off. Things swelled to a roughened crescendo once more, before he reluctantly broke off, yet again.

"Okay, wait," He huffed lightly. "How much do you know about this?" You shook your head, and panted back. "Not much." Bj nodded, and looked down at your clothes. By now, both his hands were up under your sweater. You gave him the nod of approval, and it was quickly removed. Your eyes followed it to be tossed to the opposite side of the couch, while your specter didn't wait longer than a moment to put his lips on your chest. You could tell he was trying his best to be as gentle as he could, while still moving quickly. His hands moved to grab the undersides of your thighs, and your own ran through his hair as he kissed your collarbones. You could feel his teeth press lightly against you, but he'd stop, as if reminding himself not to. You waited for him to try and get your pajama bottoms off, but he seemed to stall every time his fingers got close. Were you doing something wrong? "You can take them off, Beej." His amber eyes flicked up to you, and he rolled them. "Well, damn. I'm just tryin' to go slow." He growled, going to untie the drawstring your plaid pants. Antsy, you helped him, and got the act of shucking them down your legs over with, and almost fell off of him in the process. You sat back down in his lap, a view which he was clearly enjoying. You took a moment to cup your hands beneath his jaw and get him to look at you, and he couldn't help himself. He lurched forward to kiss you, peppering your face and neck with kisses and nips that sent you into a giggle fit, while he repositioned to lay you down on your back. His calloused hands placed either at your ribs or your ass. It was hard to tell, because he couldn't pick. You knew he was grabby, but this was an entirely new level. A good level. Unable to keep a straight face, you smiled up at him, and he smiled back. I think I'm smiling so much because I've never seen him this happy. Again, you delve your fingers into his hair, while the two of you still for a moment as you try to temporarily manage his unruly locks and watch the amorous grin grow. "Love ya, dollface."

aaa sorry its not full smut! maybe i’ll finish it. idk. i think i still want to tease you guys >:))

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This Life Chapter 1

Title: This Life Chapter 1

Summary: Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language, drugs, gang related activity

AN: So this will be sort of a Sons of Anarchy crossover. They might be mentioned, but they aren’t actually going to show up. And thank you to the amazing @callme-kaz2y5-baby for being my beta! Love you girl!

AN 2: I’ve decided to start adding songs to each chapter! The song for Chapter 1: This Life by Curtis Stigers & The Forst Rangers

Six years, five months, twenty-two days.

It has been that long since Dean Winchester had been a free man. Getting pulled over with several pounds of coke for a customer isn't something easy to walk away from. Especially when the cop that pulls you over isn't getting kickbacks from the club.

But it wasn’t like Dean had had almost seven years to think about it or anything like that.

He walked out of the prison like he had walked in, with his back straight and his head held high. They had given him his belongings back after they had arrested and sentenced him, minus the cocaine. And he had a nice, very big fine that he would have to pay within the next year. But he was free now.

It was May and the sun was high in the sky. It was starting to get warm out. But Dean had just been about two weeks shy of missing the heatwave that had struck Central Texas. He did get yard time, but he was too busy doing others things to worry too much about the heat. Like charming the guards and winning favors from other inmates. Dean was the kingpin of the prison system. It was a god given talent if there ever was one.

The sun almost blinded Dean as he walked out to the parking lot where his bike was waiting, fresh from impound. He smiled some at his beautiful baby. It wasn’t the car that had once belonged to his dad, but it was his. He glanced around the parking lot and that when he saw another bike sitting not too far from his. And someone sitting on it, puffing away at a cigarette.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean laughed, walking over to the other bike. “Is this the best welcome wagon they could muster up?”

“What can I say brother?” Benny Lafitte flicked the cigarette onto the asphalt and snuffed it out with his boot. “I must be the only one that wants to see your sorry ass.” He got off his bike and walked over to Dean, pulling him into a hug which Dean took. “Glad to have you back Dean.”

“Thanks man.” Dean said, patting his back before they separated. “It’s good to be back.” He looked around at the parking lot. Cop cars and visitors. But no one else from the club. “Seriously, where the fuck is everyone else?”

“Back at the club, waitin’ on you asshole.” Benny teased. Dean rolled his eyes but he had a smile on his face. The got on their bikes, revving them up. A few bystanders looked at them, but Dean and Benny didn’t bother making eye contact. Some people were afraid of them, some people loved them. But most of all, they were respected. The patches stood for something. Since Dean was sixteen, they had been his everything. They represented family. And if Dean was anything, it was loyal to family.

The pair sped away from the prison. It was settled in Travis county, right by Austin. But they were heading south away from it. Towards the small town nestled between San Antonio and Austin. But just because it was small didn’t mean it could be underestimated. Wolfpine, Texas had a lot of spirit. It just wasn’t always the good kind. People say the town had gone to shit in the past forty-years, and a lot of people told them to never let their kids go to Wolfpine. But people still lived there and people still came to visit for one reason or another. Dean didn’t know too many people who had left Wolfpine after high school.

Well, except for one.

They rode side by side down I-35 before they could get off at their exit and take some more scenic roads towards Wolfpine. Dean was enjoying the breeze in his face.

Six years, five months, twenty-two days.

He was starting to think that he would never be on the road again. He could stay on the road as long as he paid that hefty fine and could prove to anyone who asked that he wasn’t just some worthless junkie. Which they should have noticed with the countless drug tests he had to take. But when it came to possession, people always assumed that you were taking it. Everything always went hand and hand when it came to cops.

And Dean knew firsthand how they tried to find other things to charge you with while you were already trapped in those concrete walls.

He took a glance over at Benny. He had his own helmet on and some dark sunglasses. His helmet had a new sticker on it that wasn’t on it when Dean had been sentenced.

RIP John Winchester

1954-2001

True Man of Mayhem

Dean gripped the handlebars a little as he thought about everything he had missed while he was forced to be gone. There was so much that had happened in that time and Dean truly hated how much of his own life had flown by without him.

A bit later, they finally passed the sign that Dean had been longing to see the entire time he had been gone.

Welcome to Wolfpine!

Home of the Wolfpine Warriors

Dean couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face as he saw the familiar territory of his hometown. Though he had been born in Kansas, he had grown up here in Texas. Wolfpine was his hometown, no matter what hospital he had been born in and which apartment his parents had for a couple months after he was born. There were a couple more For Lease signs than he had remembered in the past, but for the most part, things were still the same.

Benny and Dean pulled into the parking lot of Winchester-Singer Auto Repair. A joint venture between Dean’s real dad and his surrogate one. The one that helped John raise him and Sam when Mary was six feet under. John and Bobby had been friends on and off for a long time, taking their love of cars and bikes to a new level when they started The Hunters. A simple garage turned into so much more.

But it all felt so strange to Dean, knowing that John was gone.

“Here we are brother.” Benny said as they parked their bikes over by one of the junker cars they scraped parts off of. Dean looked over at the office as he took his helmet off. Ellen Harvelle was running the desk like normal, but her usual smile that she had on wasn’t there.

“Bill?” Dean asked. Benny sighed.

“Caught in the crossfire.” Benny stated. “Left Ellen and Jo behind.”

As if on queue, Dean heard the hard thud of a wooden broom handle hitting the asphalte, followed by the cries of a teenage girl.

“Oh my god! Dean!” Jo ran over and tackled hugged Dean then. She knocked him off his balance some, since he wasn’t expecting her. “You’re here!”

“Yeah, yeah.�� He pushed her away some and saw that she was taller and leaner than the last time he had seen her. “Damn Jo, when did you grow up?” She was about two and a half years younger than Sam, and had become the Winchester boys unofficial little sister, no matter how much they wished she would just leave them alone.

“Hey Jo, Dean’s got some business to attend to inside.” Benny said. Dean and Benny headed towards the shop, where no one seemed to be. Jo watched him and sighed before picking her broom back up and working on sweeping the parking lot.

“Girl got curvy.” Dean joked with Benny as they made their way to the heavy metal doors. They passed through them, walking past shelves of parts and other materials.

“Yeah. But anything’s gonna look good to you after seven years of sausages.” Benny laughed. Dean rolled his eyes but followed Benny through another set of doors. This one let them into the bar that the Hunters hung out in. But, yet again, there was no one there.

“Okay, what gives?” Dean asked as they entered the bar. “There’s no one here.”

“Just wait.” Benny assured Dean. With a smirk on his face, he pushed open the heavy wooden doors to their meeting room. Heads turned to look at them as they entered. Dean’s eyes immediately fell on head of the table. The chair that once belonged to his father. In his place sat Bobby Singer.

“Dean.” Bobby said, standing and round the table. “Welcome home son.” He pulled Dean into a hug. Dean returned it, loving the feeling of being home. “It’s so good to have you back.” Dean looked around the room as they pulled apart. Dean saw familiar faces and couldn’t help but smile.

“Garth? He’s just a prospect!” Dean laughed.

“Not anymore Dean man.” Garth said, showing off his patch. “Haven’t been for a couple years.”

“Was one of the last things your dad did.” Bobby explained. Dean looked around, his smile falling some.

“Where’s Sammy?” Dean asked. Benny and Bobby looked at each other. “Guys?”

“Dean, I think we need to talk.” Benny said, offering Dean a seat.

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