#why does the size of the gate matter

[spacecasehobbit]

One of the most character defining moments for Oliver is when he arrives early to Saltburn and... walks up through the unlocked gates to knock on the door, because this is his friend's house that he was invited to, so why wouldn't he walk up to the front door, through the unlocked gates, to just knock on the door??

Like, people come up with all sorts of convoluted class discussion, but really? Who here hasn't had a friend who invited them over, who also had a little fence and a gate around their front yard, so when you went over to their house you just knew that you were fine opening the gate and walking up to their door to knock? Because you were invited, and this was your friend's house, and that's just... a thing that you can do?

Yet when Oliver is invited to his friend's house, and he arrives a little bit early, and he notices hey! there are gates here, that are unlocked! and he walks up through those unlocked gates to knock on the door to his friend's house that he was explicitely invited to? Duncan answers the door and is instantly confused because??? We sent a car for you?? The gates weren't OPEN??? But to Oliver?

Yeah the gates weren't open. But they also weren't locked.

And if the gate isn't locked? Then why shouldn't Oliver walk right through it once he's got an invitation?

[atoltia]

A Feline Distraction

You head over to one of Sylus' villas in the suburbs only to find him... being yelled at by a cat?

In which Sylus got chosen by the cat distribution system.

Sylus x !femMC

Fluff, domestic fluff, a cat

-0-

You really didn't know why you came by so early.

When Sylus sent you the invitation to come to one of his villas - the same one where you sought out shelter from the rain that one time you had a mission in the suburbs - he didn't set any time, just the open message that he will be there and he does not have any work that day.

Which was his way of telling you that yes, he was aware that it is your day off and he wanted to spend the day with you. The invitation sounded innocent enough, if the man that you were thinking about wasn't Sylus. You knew very well that if you didn't go, he'd have gone to your apartment instead whether you liked it or not, and considering that Xavier just came back from one of his long missions - it might just be best if you indulged the man.

And besides, it wasn't like it was going to be unpleasant. It's a nice day out and you remember that house having a pool and a lovely garden. Maybe you could convince him to take a dip with you, clothes being optional.

And Sylus - well, it's been a few weeks since the two of you spent some time together and you do admit that you've missed the man. Besides his seemingly gruff persona, he's pleasant company to be around with (and you definitely didn't miss the way he would hold you, just keep you in his arms whenever the two of you were together. Definitely not).

So there you were, pushing through the gates of the villa while the early morning sun shone bright overhead, admiring the way the blossoms of the nearby flower bushes were blooming as the sunlight dappled through the trees.

You looked up, your lips curling into a smile when you saw him by the rose bushes, standing tall and proud with his arms folded over his chest, his face contorted into a frown -

Hm, what?

You stopped, blinked as you watched Sylus stand there beneath the shade of the nearby trees, long fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as a kitten was trying - and failing - to climb his pants leg while an open can of tuna lay undisturbed by his feet on the cobblestone walkway.

It was a pretty little thing. White, wispy fur with a cute dark spot at the top of its head covered a tiny little baby about the size of your hand. It couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, maybe a month, by your estimate.

It was stubborn though, judging from the way it kept climbing Sylus' pant no matter how much it fell, and the loud shrills of its mews was very present in that lovely morning as it desperately demanded the man's attention.

"Sy." You smiled when he looked up, those ruby, ruby eyes that were swirling with frustration mere moments ago shifted, warmth blooming into them when his gaze landed on you. He didn't move to meet you as he decided to stand his ground as his leg kept getting barraged by one tiny cat, although his arm outstretched to grasp you the moment you were within his reach.

"Hi," he murmured into your hair, twirling a lock of it between his long fingers as he pressed you to his body, careful to not agitate the still climbing kitten.

"Who's this?" you asked as you looked down at the little rascal, now chirping at the both of you. It's gotten up to his waist now, claws fully dug into the leather of his belt.

Sylus sighed, and you could see his attempt to dig for patience. "She's been trying to climb me for the past half hour now," he grumbled, his fingers tapping into the length of your back. "Like a certain kitten that's insistent on her bedtime schedule."

You laughed, brightening his day almost immediately, as you leant slightly to cup the kitten within your hand. It didn't make a fuss, but it now directed it's insistent mewing at you.

"Aren't you a pretty baby?" It wasn't lost on you the way Sylus' eyes softened as you cooed, his head tilting to the side as he shifted his bodyweight to his other foot. You bent down to the ground to where the tuna was, nudging the baby so it could eat.

Before it immediately jumped back to climb Sylus' leg.

He turned towards you.

"Do you see the problem now?"

You inhaled from your nose sharply, his eyes narrowing when he saw you struggling to keep your composure. "Wow," you exhaled as you hid your smile with the back of your hand. "Such a problem, indeed."

He clicked his tongue before drilling a finger into your side, which resulted in you being unable to hide your glee of the situation anymore as you doubled over in delight.

So hilarious was your partner's plight that you just had to lean up, used his wide shoulders as support as you stood on the tips of your toes, to give him a noisy kiss on his jaw.

The kitten mewed between you.

"Yes, yes," you chided, picking the baby back up and holding her up to his eye level. "She wants you."

"Doesn't everyone?"

"The cops certainly do."

He snorted, once again folding his arms over his massive chest as stared at the cat in your hands. It took him a few moments, but you've spent enough time with him to know that there were hundreds of thoughts circulating in that man's head as he tried to figure out the best course of action.

Yet, he sighed in defeat.

"Come here." The kitten was dwarfed within his hands, her big eyes impossibly bright as he turned her over to be cradled in his arms. The incessant mewing stopped and was already replaced by purring that could rival his motorcycle engine.

You were ecstatic.

Now within the confines of the house, the kitten went absolutely feral over the tuna that it ignored for over half an hour, making a mess of its tiny face and his marble countertops.

"What are you naming her?" you asked, your fingers gently petting the top of the cat's head.

It wasn't often that you saw Sylus to look so affronted, but to see him like that over a cat was a hilarious experience.

"I'm not keeping it."

"Why not?"

He looked at you, one wonderfully sculpted brow arched at your direction. "Do you really expect me to keep a cat?"

You raised a brow in turn. "You have Mephisto."

"Sweetie," he said, digging for patience from his already lowered supply. "He's a mechanical bird."

"His battery died once in the middle of watching me and you freaked out and came to get him yourself."

"He's my eyes on you," he insisted. "I needed him fixed immediately."

Your brow stayed lifted. "I still have video of you cradling him like a baby," you said evenly. "Or did you forget that ever happened?"

He lifted a shoulder, shrugged. "I'm merely protective of what's mine."

"Great," you said as you clasped his hand, pumped it once. "You'd do great with Sofia."

"Excuse me."

"Nice dealing with you, love." Mirth flashed in your eyes as your lips quirked with laughter.

He tugged your hand, pulled you towards his chest. Frustration mixed with amusement danced in his eyes as he leaned down and nipped your lower lip. "If that's how you proceed with negotiations, I'm going to have to sit you down for lessons."

"If it works, it works." You kissed his throat, hummed, rocked him as you stood. "I'm gonna go for a swim. Make sure you get the tuna off her face." And with a slight push, you were off him, making your merry way to the pool.

"What am I going to do with the both of you?"

You laughed, and the last thing you saw was him standing, both hands on his hips as he watched the cat.

-0-

It didn't take long for the photos to come.

Sylus wasn't averse to taking photos, certainly when it came to you considering the last time you checked his phone there were hundreds of pictures of just you.

He sent you several pictures of little Sofia with the excuse of giving you "updates" but you know full well he was as smitten with the cat as you were.

It's hilarious, really. He was a terrifying man. The mere mention of his name could make even the hardened of space criminals second thoughts. You've seen this man in combat, and even utilized his skills to aid you with your work. To the common folk, Sylus was the boogeyman that wasn't meant to be messed with lest you wanted to die.

Cats adored him.

Or at least curious about him, even with the smarmy look he always has on his damned beautiful face. Since the very first time you've met him, he'd be sending you a photo or two of random cat interactions, most of which he never invited to happen.

You remembered that one time he sent you a photo of one of his sitting rooms and asked you to find a black kitten that managed to get into his manor without anyone knowing. You had to come over and help him scour for hours because, as you found out, finding a black kitten in a room with dark furniture was nearly impossible.

And there was that other time, in the same villa where you found him being scaled by little Sofia, you two had quite a close encounter with another kitten that was stuck in his basement.

Many dates, many vacations, and you could always recall him being stopped by at least one cat and the occasional bird along the way. It was adorable, and the fact that he didn't quite agree with your assessment made it even more so. So you weren't that surprised to find him being hounded by a one month old kitten.

It became part of your morning routine. Beginning the day with cat photos was certainly a strong starting point, elevating your mood considerably. Practiced and posed, elegant photos of a quickly growing kitten graced your eyes, preparing you for a day filled with Wanderers, no doubt.

But Sylus' texts weren't the only ones you look forward to.

The moment Sylus stepped foot inside the manor in the N109 Zone, Luke and Kieran immediately added you to a group chat where they sent you all the other... media that your partner vehemently refused to send you.

The first stream of texts were several photos and videos of Sylus using his evol to help him bathe the kitten, with the front of his shirt and his hair already soaked.

And another one, a few days later which you assumed was taken from outside his bedroom window, of Sylus with his eyes closed, fingers digging deep into his biceps as Sofia and Mephisto were seemingly having an intense argument (the last photo in that set was Sylus directly looking at the window while streaks of red and black were lashing alarmingly close to the camera).

Many more photos of Sylus asleep either on his office or living room couch, fast asleep in the way you know he liked, with a cat sprawled directly on his stomach happily dozing the day away.

Kieran sent a photo of Sofia wearing a frilled collar decked out with sparkling rubies. The caption read: this cost more than six months of my salary (¬_¬")

You stifled a laugh, sending a quick reply before Captain Jenna caught you using your phone in the middle of your work hours.

You mean your allowance?

We don't get an allowance!, came the indignant reply seconds later. You get an allowance.

You grinned before sending him a crow emoji.

Your favorite one, however, was of Sylus frowning over what Luke said to be a legal document, the insult of having to read such a mediocre piece of legality plastered openly on his face all the while having a fluffy cat laying belly down on top of his snowy hair. It quickly became your phone wallpaper.

Mm. It has been a week since you last visited, and Jenna has been not so subtly pestering you to take some leave (it wasn't your fault you were a workaholic, but Jenna didn't want to hear it).

So that was that.

-0-

The sun was setting when you reached the manor, a large bag of groceries in one hand and a parcel on the other. The twins made quick work with the groceries the moment you stepped in, most likely because they knew you bought that new candy bar from Linkon City that they've been raving about for weeks.

You tried to not be too loud, as you knew Sylus would be asleep during this time of day. Soft footsteps padded on the polished hardwood floor

You remembered the first time you were given free reign to explore the manor, the amount of times you got lost amongst its many rooms, its many corridors. It used to feel so cold to you, so vast and cavernous even with the plush furniture and expensive art. No matter how many hours you've spent in front of one of the fireplaces in the many sitting rooms, no matter how many plushies you added to the bedroom he designated for you, no matter how many times you tried to make it feel like home.

It wasn't until that one night, more than a year ago now, that you felt the frost slowly dissipating. It wasn't anything special, just the two of you in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to make for dinner as the chef called in sick.

You didn't figure him being the type to know how to cook, seeing as he commanded his own business empire, but he was more than adequate. Still, you weren't about to let him do all the work. You were eating, too.

It was a mess, mostly because you two kept bickering about the recipe - with you being too stubborn to yield and him thoroughly enjoying the look of competitive frustration on your face. It wasn't fair that his reach was longer than yours, and even with your training, you couldn't take the recipe book that he held up in the air.

Cursing your hunter's training for a lack of a decent vertical jump, you landed a little bit wrong, a little to farther back than you anticipated. You remembered the surprised look on both of your faces and the sudden swishes of the black and red of his evol. A lot of cursing, a lot of pulling, and suddenly both you and him were on the floor covered in flour.

You barely registered the snickers of two voices by the doorway, didn't register the clicks and shutters of multiple photos being taken, and definitely didn't register immediately that you were on him, straddling him as the bag of flour rested on the top of your head (and yes, you still do remember the way his large hands rested protectively on your hips, which explained why you were on his lap rather than having a broken tailbone with an impact with the floor).

You two dusted yourself quickly, still bickering but with less heat, you decided to just order pizza all the while the two of you trailed flour on the floor.

It's a nice memory, one that you've come back to whenever you arrive here. And you were sure Sylus thought of it often too, considering the fact that he gives you a teasing look whenever you were in proximity of a bag of flour.

You basked in that warmth as you threaded the corridors, taking your time to get to the west wing to get to his bedroom. Opening the door as quietly as you can, you peeked it, smiled when you were met with a small mew.

Sofia laid at the foot of the bed, her tiny head raised in greeting. You shuffled in, careful to not make any noise. The parcel you carried was placed on the sofa as you secured the curtains, knowing full well that Sylus would be annoyed to wake up to open curtains.

You turned, smiled as you watched your partner just doze on the massive bed, hair mussed and squished to one side. Gone was the look of tension that he often had, the stress he carried momentarily held at bay. Taking off your coat, you moved to the bed, careful to not nudge too hard.

With one hand you patted the tiny cat's head just before you crawled beneath the covers, sighing when a strong arm reached out to wrap around your waist.

You let yourself get pulled into his warmth, get pulled into the safe and comfortable. With the utmost tenderness, you placed soft kisses on his bare chest, on his neck before nuzzling in.

It was still pretty early, you thought as the sleep was slowly overtaking you. A few hours wouldn't hurt. So long as it was with him.

Sylus woke an hour later, ruby eyes still bleary, and yet he was pleased to find himself being sandwiched by the two kittens in his life. He smiled that rare smile that was only reserved for you and sighed.

Maybe keeping the cat was a boon after all.

---

Listen. Sylus' Tender Curve has me in shackles.

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[mockerycrow]

Ghost NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ghost doesn’t really initiate what you need unless you say it because he isn’t sure what you need. You need a water? He’s grabbing it. You need cuddles? He’s pulling you close against his body.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your collarbones and throat. He can’t explain why.

He likes his size—not anything particular on himself, though.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It might be unexpected, but he loves to lick your cum up. You’ll find him tugging the bottom portion of his mask up in a frenzy, grabbing your hand and dragging his tongue, collecting the droplets of that milky substance. Or you’ll find him between your thighs often, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you just for a taste.

Personally, he doesn’t mind where his cum goes. Although, he finds it particularly hot if you let him cum in your underwear. He has a breeding kink, but that’s touched on later.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He fantasizes almost getting caught with you in charge; of course he would never actually risk it, but it’s a good fantasy that gets his eyes rolling into the back of his skull every time. Ghost isn’t one to let you have control like that either, so it surprises him when he finds himself stroking his cock to the idea of you wrapping a hand around his throat and squeezing, riding his cock like it’s a toy and not a person. The idea of being used like a dildo, especially in a space where someone could walk in? Works like a charm.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t Ghost is exactly inexperienced, but I think at this point, he’s probably a bit rusty. So he might not be as smooth, but he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When Ghost is topping, he loves putting you into a mating press or having you on your stomach with his hand pinning your head down by your neck.

When he’s bottoming, he’s prefers to be on his back, usually with his hands tied. I headcanon Ghost with the instinct to take back control when he’s subbing or bottoming, so tying him up would be his best option.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ghost is serious during sex, no doubt.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His time in the military doesn’t give him too much space to properly maintain himself, but I imagine he probably trims when he can. He’s bright blonde, but it’s still a shock when you see how bright his pubes are, too.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on his mood. There’s times where he will take his time, kiss every inch of skin, murmuring praises and then there’s time where he snarls an insult and pins you down, bullying your sweet spot.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t have much time in his life to masturbate, but when he does, his mind manages to think of the dirtiest shit. The kind of stuff that gets him all hot and bothered, panting and rolling his hips into his fist. Ghost likes a little bit of pain, so while one hand is acting as a fleshlight for his leaking cock, his other hand is squeezing his hip harshly, eyes rolling when that peak of pain hits.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ghost, despite actually not wanting any children ever, has a massive breeding kink. And it does matter if you are a person who cannot get pregnant, his mind does not care. He groans in your ear with every skin slapping thrust, asking how badly you want his cum inside of you, that if you want it that bad, you better tighten your legs to keep him inside—it takes him a while to even mention the word “breed”, but when he does, it opens the flood gates.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ghost prefers his private quarters. Control of the environment and no surprises.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Consent. He loves when you give him enthusiastic consent. When he murmurs into your ear that he’s going to fill you up until you leak, you whine and press yourself closer to him, whimpering that you need it, need him to cum. It gets him so fucking riled up.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ghost is pretty open minded, except for bodily fluids (excluding blood and spit). Piss is an immediate no. Ghost likes fear, like the fear that you give off when you don’t know what he’s going to do, but if you’re actually scared of him in a way where you genuinely don’t feel safe and he can tell? He hates that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give oral than to receive it sometimes. It depends on how his day is going, usually. When Ghost has a bad day but he’s still down for sexual activity, he finds himself between your legs, eyes closed as he takes a shaky breath in as he licks between your folds, moaning at the taste—or his eyes becoming lidded as he pushes the mask just to above his nose and he presses his slick tongue against the side of your cock.

When he is given oral, he loves to throat-fuck you, make you cockwarm him by shoving you all the way down and wrapping a leg around your shoulder, keeping you in place.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, it really depends on his mood. If he’s had a bad day and he’s frustrated, you best believe he’s fucking his cock into you and doesn’t stop until he’s cum at least twice. Then there’s the bad days where he wants you to use him, quietly begging for you to ride him and don’t stop, even when he starts to complain from overstimulation.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Ghost doesn’t really like quickies, but it’s something he has to do due to his military lifestyle.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Ghost is 100% willing to experiment but there’s some things he just won’t risk; like getting caught. He sure as hell will masturbate to the idea, but he doesn’t actually want to risk that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ghost himself can cum three or four times before he’s out of the game, but in general? His stamina allows him to get you off for a lot longer. You’ve made him cum until it h urts but you still aren’t done? No problem!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Ghost owns 1 (one) singular personal toy that he keeps hidden deep within his belongings in his quarters. It’s a vibrating fleshlight.

If you own toys and want Ghost to use them on you, he has no problem with that. If you want to use them on him, however, it depends on the toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ghost is only a bit unfair, he prefers to be professional but if you work with him, he finds himself tuning to a separate and private radio signal with you and his voice dropping a couple of octaves.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Groans, grunts, a few moans. If you overstimulate him enough, you get a quiet whimper.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I headcanon Ghost really likes spit, but he’s doesn’t share that fact until months after having sex for the first time because although it’s not bad at all, he feels kinda weird to share it. He likes both spitting into your mouth and getting you to spit into his. It gets him all fuzzy in the head when you do it and he doesn’t understand the feeling, but it gives him such a sexual high.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We all know this man is big and buff as fuck, he’s toned. And we all know his cock also has to be big.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He doesn’t have a particularly high sex drive, really. He has the ability to turn it off when he’s off on a mission.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has a tough time sleeping, so he doesn’t fall asleep immediately, even if you tore orgasm after orgasm out of him.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hi! If possible is would you write a fanfic about Daryl and reader (preferably fem) live in a cabin with dog in the woods after being together for awhile, when Daryl goes to Alexandria to visit, Carol and Rosita ask questions about her?

༉‧₊˚. 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: s10/mid whisperers era

― summary: as much as you love domestic life with daryl, you wanted him to go see his family, and he basically gets a pat down when he does.

― warnings: literally nothing besides fluff!!

― wc: 925

⋆ a/n: i have nothing much to say besides this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i apologize that i have taken so long to actually answer this.

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Going back to visit Daryl’s family was your idea. 

“It’s been awhile, you know?” You had said whilst running your fingers through his hair, his head rested on your chest as he listened to your heart beat rhythmically. 

He had grunted in agreement, though he wasn’t really putting any thought to your words. His hands were busy with a sleepy Dog who had been resting as well, the archer running petting the hound sweetly. Daryl hadn’t really wanted to think about it if he was being honest. Of course he missed his family, but he was rather content basking in this extremely domestic moment with you.

When he’d gone to look for Rick, he was alone; but then came Dog… and then you. It was an aggressive first meeting he must admit, the two of you wrestling under the guise that the other meant harm, but after quite the tiring rumble, both of you had gotten acquainted and even became neighbors. After that, the rest of your love story was history.

“I mean it, D.” You pressed, much to Daryl’s tired irritation. He remained silent on the matter, but you knew he was beginning to ponder your words. “Just think about it, okay?” Drawing his face up to place a gentle – convincing – kiss against his lips. “Okay.” He whispered.

Now with his bags packed for a few planned days away, he was chewing on his thumbnail nervously at the thought of leaving you and Dog alone.

“Are ya sure ya’ll’l be alrigh’?” He asked. 

You smiled softly at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to look him in the eye, his large hands settling on your plush hips. “We’ll be okay, hun. You know we can take care of ourselves.” He still didn’t look convinced. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! Plus, you’ll get to see Judith and RJ, Carol, Michonne.” You had only ever really heard stories of the people you had mentioned, but you knew they were important to Daryl, so if you had to use them as a selling point, then so be it. 

You could see a longing look settle over his face at the mention of the names.

“You miss them, so go see them! Don’t stay behind on my account. You know I was just fine living on my own before I had met you, so you’re aware that I can hold my own.” He knew you were right, and with a designated sigh, he relented, his tensed body relaxing. “Yeah, I know. I jus’... I’ll miss ya too.” You laughed at his boyish confession, kissing his lips in delight. 

“I know you will, and I’ll miss you too. I’m sure Dog will as well.” The boy yipped happily, brushing his nose along Daryl’s pant leg. A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and you knew you had won. 

“Ya promise to try and radio me if anythin’ happens?” You nodded. “Yes, D.”

“Ya remember how to work it? Hell, why don’cha jus’ come with me?” You shook your head. “Not right now. I’d rather them have you to themselves before I’m added to the mix.” He knew that you were right and nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Go before I make you.” You said half serious, half joking. “Alrigh’ alrigh’, no need’ta threaten me.” He said with a small smile of his own.

The drive to Alexandria was long but familiar, and as he had approached the gates, he hadn’t expected to be ambushed by Carol and Rosita.

“Daryl!” Carol had cheered at the sight of him, pulling him into a tight hug. It was clear that she was elated by the sight of her best friend’s return. “Hey there stranger.” Rosita had said with a grin before pulling him into a hug of her own.

When they pulled away, Carol had given Daryl a slow once over, making the poor man shift in his place uncomfortably. “Wha’?” Her cheerful smile turned shit eating at her revelation. “You look different.” Carol teases.

“Yeah, he does.” Rosita only serves as an instigator, looking at him through playfully narrowed eyes.

“Is tha’ good or bad?” Daryl inquired unsurely, shifting back and forth on his feet at their piercing gazes. “Last time I visited your camp, I had to cut your hair myself. Now, it seems like it’s been neatly trimmed.” Carol says.“And his clothes have been patched up too.” Rosita added. “So, who is she?” She asked with a drawn out ‘so.’

“Don’t tell me you got a girlfriend out there, tarzan.” Rosita continued playfully.

“Wha’s it to you.” Daryl asked, sucking his teeth with a slight ‘mmcht’ sound.

“Oh nothing, I’m just surprised you decided to settle down, but you know, stranger things have happened.” Says Carol.

“Pfft, whatever.” But the red tips of his ears gave him away.

“So who is she? How’d you meet?” Rosita bombards.

“I dunno,” He shrugs, “The woods I guess.”

“And then we can guess she never left.” 

“Obviously. I mean what’s the love story there?”

“Ain’t no love story. Jus’ met her digging around my camp and offered to share some of my food ‘s all.”

“I guess.” He didn’t want to continue to entertain the women’s ribbing, but they were right. 

When you had first met, you were nothing short of feral, digging through his stuff in hopes of finding something - anything - to arm and feed yourself with. Daryl of course raised his crossbow at you and the rest was history.

But they didn’t need to know that.

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Pull My Strings

Pairing: (Soft) Ascended!Astarion x F!Reader Word Count: 2.1k Warning: 18+, Explicit. PiV. Creampie. Fluff and smut.

Summary: A special day in your life with Astarion.

Another day in paradise—the sun kisses your pale skin as it greets the world in a dazzling hello. Beside you, your lover stirs, opening a bleary crimson eye. “Good morning, darling.” 

You run a hand through his soft white curls, laughing a little. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” 

While Astarion didn’t really “sleep”, over the many years you had been together, he seemed to have grown more relaxed in his trances with you by his side. 

Unlike you, he was still very much not a morning person; evidenced by his burrowing back underneath the cozy covers of your shared bed. You cuddle up to him, frigid skin absorbing the warmth from his body. Long since used to this behavior (though he had nearly jumped out of his own skin the first time you snuggled after his ascension), he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on the top of your head. 

“It’s a special day today,” you tell him excitedly. 

He merely hums in response, stroking your hair. “Is that so? And what’s so special about today?” 

The nerve! How could he have forgotten? You stare at him, mouth open, before turning away. The two of you had lived together for so long, why had he forgotten this year? Throughout the millennia that you and Astarion had lived in Baldur’s Gate, you had witnessed the rapid advancement of technology and society. The world around you changed so much, but every year on this day, he always had something special planned just for you. 

Astarion’s hands come to rest on your hips, before pulling you flush against him. You can feel the hard outline of his length pressing into your clothed core. “My love, what’s gotten you so upset?” Astarion croons into your ear, grinding against you. 

Your lips curve downward into a pout. “I’m struggling to come up with an idea for my next book. I was supposed to announce the summary today.” 

That was only a half-truth. While inspiration did elude you for the time being, your lover’s ignorance was a far greater crime. You celebrated your birthday together every year, and yet Astarion seemed to have completely forgotten this time! 

“We could come up with some…ideas together,” his voice drips with honey as he pinches one of your nipples through the fabric of your nightgown. 

Frowning, you push his hands away and sit up. If he wasn’t going to celebrate your birthday with you, at least you could get some work done. That would mean spending your day productively, even if your stupid vampire lord husband had forgotten. 

Grabbing your tablet off the nightstand, you open a document and begin typing out some potential story threads in an impromptu brainstorming session. Sex pollen, maybe? Ugh, no. That one had already been done plenty of times. Beach sex? No thanks, just thinking about sand in your vagina made you cringe. 

“That’s a ‘big ass’ iPad, my dark consort,” Astarion says, interrupting your thoughts and looking over your shoulder to see what you’re doing. Though his speech and mannerisms did not change no matter how much time passed, you did try to do your part in teaching him the more…updated lingo. 

You stifle your laughter. “A present from you, two years ago.” 

A birthday present to be more precise. 

Despite your hint, Astarion the Ascendant Ignoramus does not seem to get it, and merely hums. 

You stare at the document. The mostly blank page stares back at you. 

“Fuck it,” you grumble, powering off the device. You couldn’t just will good ideas into existence, so you might as well get a start on the day. 

Heading over to the massive walk-in closet, you gasp as a beautiful ensemble greets you. A red and black corset dress paired with a puff-sleeved bolero jacket hangs neatly in front of the mirror. Both pieces are exactly your size, and have clearly been designed with you in mind. Matching platform boots with a silver bat accessory sit beside the outfit, and you scratch your head. How long has this been here? You call out over your shoulder, “Hey, when did you get this for me? I love it!”

“Anything for you, my darling,” comes his cool response. Your question remains unanswered.

“Well…thank you.” This was certainly a surprise, but since he hadn’t even mentioned your birthday, it surely was a fluke. Astarion often surprised you with random presents anyway. Once upon a time, the gifts had been difficult for you to accept, but over the years, Astarion had worn you down. Spoiling you was very much one of his love languages. There were never any strings attached, and no expectation of something in return. 

You try on the outfit, and it seems to have been tailored exactly for you. A very tiny ‘A.A.’ is stitched onto the inside, and warmth floods your heart. Astarion hadn’t just ordered the clothing for you; he’d made it. That made the present all the more special. 

When you walk over to the vanity, a brand new eyeshadow palette immediately catches your eye. Suspicion floods your mind. What is going on? The brand is one of your very favorites. Most of the palette consists of beautiful neutral colors that match most of the clothing you own, but there were also gorgeous duochrome shades as well. 

“Sublime, just like you, darling.” 

You whirl around to see Astarion leaning against the wall with a self-satisfied smirk. 

“What’s the occasion?” Did you dare to hope that he had remembered? 

“There has to be a special reason to give my treasure gifts she deserves?” 

The disappointed sigh in your throat is swallowed down. It wouldn’t be right to seem ungrateful, after all; these were really thoughtful presents. “Thank you.” 

Carefully fixing your makeup (and definitely indulging in the brand new palette), you turn to select your favorite perfume and gasp softly. An unfamiliar heart-shaped pink glass bottle only labeled “Little Love” grabs your attention. A soft voice whispers in your ear, “smeared lipstick and warm, flushed skin—vanilla, orris root, violet, sugar, cetalox, skin musk, and safraleine. Scents that remind me of you, my love. Go on, give it a try.” 

Spraying some on your wrist, you delicately sniff the concoction. “Oh!” It smells exactly as Astarion had described. You love it. 

“I made it; I really did miss my calling as a perfumer,” he drawls, examining his nails. 

“...Thank you.” You didn’t want to inflate his already massive ego any more, but these presents were really nice. It was also pretty strange that they appeared all at once. Did you just miss them before? That wouldn’t be possible, right? 

Dabbing the perfume on your other wrist, you carefully close the bottle and stand up to fix some breakfast. 

“No dry oats for you today, darling. I already have something just for you.” 

How had he reached the kitchen ahead of you? Astarion stands there, holding a massive cake, topped with a single candle. Three tiers of rainbow-flecked vanilla birthday cake, layers of creamy frosting and crunchy crumbs, each topped with rainbow sprinkles. It is absolutely ridiculous to just have between the two of you. But it’s your favorite, and you know he ordered it just for you. 

“Happy Birthday, my dear.” 

Your hands fly to your mouth. The silly man was just pretending he had forgotten all about your birthday this whole time? 

While you are busy contemplating how to both smack and kiss him at the time, he pulls you into his arms and sits down, placing you onto his lap.

“Open your mouth, little love.” 

Astarion cuts a slice of cake for you and feeds it to you. It tastes like a little piece of heaven. 

“...I thought you’d forgotten,” you admit, after swallowing the bite of cake. 

“Oh, you wound me!” He places a hand on his chest theatrically. “I would never forget such an important day.” 

You smile at him. Other than his nonchalant behavior earlier today (which had clearly been just to tease you), he was right; he had never forgotten any of your birthdays. 

After you finish the slice of cake, he places the rest of it into the refrigerator. “Now, pet, let’s play a little game.” 

“Oh? What game?” 

Over the course of the millenia you had been with him, there were all sorts of little games and activities you two had to keep things fresh and interesting. 

“You’ll try to chase me, and if you catch me…I’ll give you another present.” 

You nod. “It’s on, then.” 

This would be a breeze for you; you had always been faster than him to begin with. 

His lithe form shifts into one of a small black bat. 

“Hey! That’s cheating!” You cry out, as Bat-starion takes off flying back towards the bedroom. Keeping up is a walk in the park for you, but he stays just out of your reach. “Hey!!!” 

Pouting at him, you take a running leap and grab the bat with both hands, landing perfectly on your feet. 

“Gotcha.” 

Soft fur ripples back into warm flesh as Astarion returns to his regular form. “Well done, my dear. As promised…another present.” A pink candy is pressed against your lips, and you open them to taste the sweet and tangy flavor of berry lemonade… your favorite! 

Eyes widening, you look at him. 

“I did order several tubes of these, but I hid them around the palace. You’ll have to go find them yourself later. Now, there is one last present for you.” 

“What is it?” 

You had already gotten a new outfit, makeup, perfume, cake, and candy. What else could Astarion have possibly gotten you? 

“Me.” 

Stepping away from you with crimson eyes glinting, his pale fingers slowly unbutton his jacket. You don’t need to breathe, but find yourself holding your breath anyway. 

His jacket becoming a red and black silken heap on the carpet, Astarion then begins removing his shirt. Inch by inch, the smooth, pale chest you are all too familiar with is revealed to you. 

The dress pants are next. Astarion leisurely unbuckles his belt, before sliding the trousers down his perfect legs. 

“Precious thing; you always stare so eagerly,” he teases you with another smirk, palming his thick length through the fabric of his underwear. 

“Well, you are putting on quite the show. Now, are you going to give me my present, or do I have to take it myself?” 

He chuckles. “My, my. So impatient.” 

You cross the room to rest your forehead against his, before pressing your lips together. Sliding his hands into your hair, he deepens the kiss, before pulling away and gently nipping your bottom lip. “Good things come to those who wait.” 

“Well, it’s my birthday. And I want good things without waiting.”  

Closing the distance between you once more, you claim his lips in another kiss. 

The floor beneath you falls away as you are swept into his arms. “Oh, I can refuse you nothing.” 

He tosses you gently onto the soft bed. Astarion may be well-versed in keeping a cool and collected facade, but you’ve been his lover for over a thousand years. The man is just as eager as you are. 

Crawling atop you and capturing your lips in a searing kiss, he palms your breast through your clothing. You can feel your nipples stiffening, eager for his warm touch. Astarion kisses down your throat and chest, unfastening the corset along the way. 

He gently nips at your hardened peak with his teeth, before latching on and sucking hard. You moan, running your fingers through his soft hair as he moves onto the other nipple.

“Take me now,” you pant at him. He’s already made you wait for so long.   

“As you wish.” Moving back up to meet your lips with his again, deft fingers push your lacy panties aside. Astarion slides into you with one smooth, confident thrust. 

You groan in unison as he sets a punishing pace, likely in part caused by your impatience. Your walls flutter around his thick cock as he snaps his hips into you. Locking your ankles behind his hips, your nails dig into his back. Each thrust brings a familiar stretch, and you love every second of it. Your bodies slot together like perfect pieces of a puzzle, born from so many years of lovemaking. He knows your body as well as his own.

Reaching between your bodies, he rubs at your clit with practiced fingers. You’re close. So close. A spark of pleasure rising to dizzying heights. 

“Come for me.” 

You shatter. There is nothing but the wave of ecstasy washing through you. 

His hips stutter as he follows you with a groan. Warmth floods your insides as you lay there, panting from exertion.  

“Now let’s freshen up and greet the day, my love. Here’s to another year in our eternal lives.” 

You decide that tonight, you’ll go for round two. 

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Are Meghan Markle's kids FAKE? 🤔

Megnant

1 Size: Bump drastically altering in size, even in a single day 😯

2 Slip: Bump slipped down to her knees in Birkenhead, UK 😯

3 Wobble: Bump wobbled side-to-side as she crossed the street. 😯

4 Clutching: Supporting her bump with her hands overly often. 🤔

5 Popping: audibly popped in a video, and wafted her clothes😯

6 Shape: Bump unnaturally shaped on Netflix🤔

7 Straps: Moonbump straps outlines visible under clothing in several photos. And something snapped, impacting the clothing fabric (video of H&M in London)😯

8 Biology: An absence of swelling of ankles, and other subtle biological (non)signs.🤔

9 Holding: Carrying a (doll?) infant on her bump, instead of on her hip.🤔

10 Squats: Squatting, effortlessly, with her knees together in videos and photos. In heels.😯

Births

11 Announcements: Royal official birth announcements are indirect. One states they are delighted "by the news of the" (not by the actual) birth.🤔

12 Coverup? A medic who certified a birth closed down her practice shortly afterwards.😯

13 Certificates: Questions linger over the birth certificates signatures, etc.🤔

14 Leak: An official Royal twitter account tweet indicated that Meghan’s kids are fake, before being taken down. An innocent prank?😁

15 Recovery: Epidural (ouch!) birth in a bath description anomalies and arriving home too soon afterwards to be quite plausible.🤔

16 Born Of Body?: Meghan allegedly told a friend she was infertile, when at college, and there was a reported alleged hysterectomy before the births.

17 Silence: Meghan is silent on her claimed births, despite always flashing her bump; having a "Capacity for over sharing"; boasting about being a “Mom”, and always talking about herself (apparently) on her feminist podcast. 🤔

Rented Infants

18 Archie Model: The real parents of the infant predominantly shown in Archie photos are identified. 💥

19 Lilibet Model: Parents of the infant shown in Lilibet photos are identified.💥

20 Loan: Mother of “Lilibet” commented on Insta that she does not "loan" her daughter to Meghan any longer.😯

21 Shape-Shifting: Different infants used in photos of both Archie and Lilibet.😯

22 Photoshopping: A litany of incompetently-photoshopped “family” photos. (A huge topic in itself).🤔

Dolls

23 Reborn Doll: Seemingly cradling a doll (a product called Darren) in official photo of Archie 🪆

24 Party Doll: Meghan seemingly cradled a similar doll when gate-crashing a polo match party, begetting astonished looks.😯

25 Bumpy Ride: Meghan seemed to be lugging an inanimate doll on top of her bump through some woods in Canada. Whilst grinning at a hired pap.🪆

26 Twisted: In one photograph, Archie's head is twisted more than 90 degrees 🪆

27 Carrying: A high % of photographs show them carrying the “kids” 🪆

28 Backs-Turned: A high % of Photos are of kids facing away from the camera 🤔

Other Oddities

29 Website: A startling absence of updates of Royal website on Meghan’s offspring.🤔

30 Bishop: Los Angeles christening cleric was not the official Bishop the Harkles claimed he was.🤔

31 Implausible Platitudes: Claiming Archie’s first word was “Crocodile”, and that he demands a Leica camera for his birthday. As tots do...🤔

32 Merch: An uncharacteristic unwillingness to merchandise their kids, for $$$ or PR.🤔

33 Invisible: The Harkles are never seen with their kids. There are hints of "home schooling" (will they ever be allowed out?)😯

34 Family Holidays: Weirdly, the Harkles never take their kids on holiday, and, if they pretend they did, they incompetently photoshop them into pap snaps on Insta.🤔

35 Everything Else: All the stuff I overlooked in this hastily speed-typed list.🤔

🤔🤔🤔

Why does it matter? 🤔

Because rich Prince Harry wants we skint, long-suffering tax payers, to pay for his security expenses; he’s a traitor, and, well, it’s fraud, isn’t it? 💥

Feel free to leave evidence I missed out in the comments. 👍

#MeghanMarkleIsAGrifter

#MeghanMarkleExposed

#WhereAreTheKids

#sussexbabyscam

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heaven's gate ( nick folio x jolly karlsson )

pairing: nick folio x jolly karlsson cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ another healthy dose of fluff and very little angst, some violence, possessiveness, public sex, size kink, rough oral sex, rimming, anal fingering, barebacking, ring kink, choking, marking, praise kink, again with the daddy kink. word count: 4.1k author's note: a sequel to sunshine riptide, this one goes out to the fanclub for these two, they know who they are <3 title comes from, yet again, fall out boy. dividers by @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune

⇉ masterpost || taglist signups || the riptide verse masterpost

Nick wonders if Jolly can feel his eyes burning into his back while they’re on stage. It’s harder for him to turn around and look while they’re playing, and between songs it’s almost like he absolutely refuses to, looking everywhere but at the drum kit. It almost becomes a little game, and the second Jolly takes a look at him, he knows he’ll lose. But Nick, he’s got the best view in the house, and he’s allowed to look now.

It’s the second show back since they took a break, and they’re still riding the post stage high hours later after their set ends. They get everything broken down and packed up, hang out and enjoy the rest of the day. It still doesn’t offer a lot of alone time. Nick and Jolly have had months, it’s still not enough. It still feels like the first time, every time. And despite the fact that the only thing that has truly changed between the two of them is that they have sex now, it feels different in a way that Nick will never get enough of. 

Nick leaves Noah and Nicholas in Jesse’s capable hands and goes in search of his boyfriend in the afterparty crowd. The night air is sticky and oppressing, and he stops by a cooler to grab a cold bottle of beer before looking around. It can’t be that hard to find him, and eventually he does. Nick just kind of stops and stares at him for a minute. Jolly’s talking to someone he recognizes as a crew member from the festival, and the guy is very much in his personal space. It doesn’t seem like anything at first, until Nick realizes that Jolly’s taking a step back, and the guy still isn’t getting the message.

Jolly doesn’t need him to fight his battles, he’s a grown man fully capable of handling this. But he can’t help but feel an itch of jealousy beneath his skin when he sees the guy push up and lean in to whisper something in Jolly’s ear. He braces a hand on his chest, one that Jolly quickly shoves away. He shakes his head and Nick’s jealousy transforms into anger. Shoving his way through the press of bodies, he tosses his beer aside and full on tackles the guy to the ground, knocking the air out of him. It doesn’t matter that the dude has a few inches and about fifty pounds on him. He put his hands somewhere they didn’t belong. Jolly was his. Nick grabs the guy by the front of his shirt and slams his fist into his jaw, once, then again.

He’s vaguely aware that someone is yelling his name and someone else is dragging him off of the guy. Nick can feel Jolly’s fingers digging into his biceps as he pulls him back, his mouth against his ear telling him that was enough. It’s instinct to struggle even as Jolly leads him away from the crowd back towards their van. He moves Nick like he’s light as a feather, and for some reason that makes Nick’s temper flare up more instead of the usual effect it has on him..

Wrenching his arm free, he pushes Jolly away from him, almost feeling satisfied when his back connects with the side of the van. It’s not his fault, Nick knows that, and it makes him deflate just a little.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” he asks. Jolly chuckles and slumps against the side of the van. Nick frowns. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”

“You do realize that you just bulldozed into some guy—”

“He had his hands on you!”

“It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, and in case you didn’t notice, Bryan was right there. It was fine.”

Jolly’s attempts to reassure him aren’t going the way he wants them to at all, because Nick stalks over to him, planting a hand in the middle of his chest and pushing him back against the van again.

“I don’t give a fuck if Bryan was right there. You’re mine, Joakim, and no one else is allowed to touch you like that.”

He’s never really thought of himself being so territorial, and it sounds a little caveman-like when he says it outloud, but it’s the truth.

Jolly reaches down to brush his thumb along Nick’s reddened knuckles, he doesn’t push him away. “Say that again.”

Nick blinks. “What?”

“Say that again, pretty. Say I’m yours.”

Narrowing his eyes, Nick fists his hand in the front of Jolly’s shirt, leaving very little space between the two of them. “You’re mine. What do I need to do, tattoo it on you? Hire a fucking skywriter, yell it on stage—”

“Get on your knees for me right now and prove I’m yours.”

The van itself is parked in the back of the lot, but if anyone were to walk in their direction, it would be hard to miss them. It’s dark out, and there’s very little light coming for the street light just up the lot. Nick knows all he has to do is say no, and Jolly will let it go until they’re home. He knows what this is, this push and pull they’ve had the past few months, ever since the cabin. And he knows when to push him, and when to give in.

Putting his hands on Jolly’s hips, Nick presses into him even more. “Give me a kiss first.”

 Jolly pulls his hand up, kissing his knuckles, and Nick glares at him. He only shrugs innocently. “You didn’t say where to kiss you.”

“Goddamn Swedish asshole,” Nick mutters in affectionate exasperation, before sinking to his knees right there in the parking lot.

He’s not trying to be nice about it when he yanks at Jolly’s belt, tugging his pants and boxers down impatiently. His cock slaps against his stomach and Nick gives him an amused look. He doesn’t bother to call him out on it, knowing he was probably hard from the minute Nick punched that guy in the face. He hears laughter off in the distance, too far away to be anything to worry about right now, but he knows they don’t have much time. He spits on the head, and then drops his mouth open and practically swallows him whole.

Jolly’s not trying really hard to be quiet above him, burying his hands in Nick’s hair. He pulls, not gently, and Nick makes an encouraging noise. He grabs onto his hips, pulling him forward urgently, trying to get the message across that this is going to happen fast and he needs to fuck his mouth immediately. Jolly’s thrusts are shallow at first, and Nick makes an impatient noise around his cock before digging his nails into thighs, leaving behind stinging red lines. He’ll leave his mark on him any way he can.

Louder voices off to the left make him feel like they’re going to get caught any second, even though they don’t sound close enough. Nick presses his tongue against the underside of Jolly’s cock, and he looks up at him through watery eyes. There’s not enough light to see anything, just the dark shape of his boyfriend looming over him, and it does something to Nick’s brain, makes him feel smaller down here on his knees. He squeezes his eyes shut, tears rolling down his cheeks to mix with the drool smeared along the bottom of his face.

Jolly hits the back of his throat, one of his palms wrapping around the back of Nick’s head to keep him still as he comes in his mouth, and Nick swallows as best he can. When he pulls off, he gasps for air, coughs and spits on the ground before he feels Jolly dragging him up to his feet. His mouth crashes into Nick’s, uncaring of the mess. He starts to reach for the waistband of Nick’s shorts, but the sound of footsteps close by makes them both freeze.

“Sorry,” Jolly murmurs, not sounding too sorry at all. He fixes his clothes and gives Nick a not so innocent smile before kissing the tip of his nose. “Looks like you’re gonna have to wait, pretty.”

Nick grabs onto Jolly’s shirt, using it to wipe off his face.

“NICHOLAS RYAN, DON’T YOU DARE!”

Noah’s shout floats across the back yard, and Jolly peers out the open sliding door just in time to see Nicholas throw Noah into the pool with Davis’ help. Davis waits a good three seconds before giving Nicholas a shove in right alongside Noah.

The back yard is chaos, in the best way. When Nick suggested a barbeque the weekend after the last festival, everyone had been for it. It’s just close friends and crew, Boo and Zeus darting around vying for everyone’s attention. Bryan and Nick are working the grill, and Jolly’s supposed to be helping Matt with the outdoor speakers, but he gets a little distracted, laughing as Noah tries to crawl out of the pool and Nicholas drags him back, wrapping himself around him and kissing him on the cheek while he pretends to pout about being thrown in.

“Are you helping me with this or are you eye fucking your boyfriend again?” Matt asks from behind him. “I asked you for the remote like ten minutes ago.”

Jolly looks down, he does in fact have the sound system remote that Matt wanted. He hands it over and follows him. “They’re really happy, you know?”

Matt’s scowling as he sets things up and fiddles with the remote, trying to figure out why it isn’t working properly, and eventually music filters in from outside. When he looks over at Jolly, the look on his face softens. “Ruff and Noah are good for each other. They always have been. What about you? Are you making Folio happy?”

Jolly can’t help but smile, “Are you giving me the hurt my friend and I’ll hurt you speech? That’s cute.”

“I will throw this remote at your head, Joakim. You are like a lovesick puppy.”

It’s hard to deny it, the last few months with Nick have been perfect. Or whatever their version of perfect looked like. The break had been good for them, for all of them. The decision to move in together was an easy one, they already spent so much of their time together it was pointless for them to live separately. And the house was close to Nicholas and Noah, which had been one of the selling points.

“I do love him, Matt.” Jolly says.

“As if it isn’t obvious to everyone who’s around the two of you for more than three minutes,” Matt shakes his head fondly. “I’m glad the two of you figured your shit out.”

“You had money riding on us, didn’t you?”

“I did, yeah.”

Jolly hadn’t even suspected that there was some kind of bet going around the crew about him and Nick, not until Noah told them when they got back from the cabin. “Well, did you win?”

“No, because I thought you idiots were going to get your shit together sooner.” He gives him a smile and slaps the remote into Jolly’s waiting hand. “I guess the when doesn’t really matter though, does it?”

Jolly can’t argue with that. He’s never been more glad that he asked to go along on Nick’s week away all those months ago. Following Matt outside, it’s almost like a magnet immediately pulls him to Nick’s side over at the grill. He can’t help it. He keeps wondering when the honeymoon phase might end, worried that eventually they’re going to get sick of spending so much time together. But Nick looks up at him and gives him that smile meant only for him, and Jolly knows that’ll never happen. Reaching out, he tips up the bill of Nick’s hat to lean down and press his lips into his.

He knows eventually touring will become more frequent again. They’ll be back in the studio, they’ll get so exhausted that they don’t have as much time as they’d like to do things outside of the music. But they’re learning to take better care of themselves so they can actually enjoy the rewards that come from the touring and the music and the shows. Jolly can see it in how relaxed they all are after the two festivals, knowing that there are still months between before the next one. 

Everyone stays well into the late night hours, eating and talking and just hanging out in the pool. As much as he enjoyed his friend’s company tonight, Jolly’s kind of glad when they can start kicking everyone out. He finds Nick out in the backyard, tossing a few remaining beer cans into the trash. Jolly manages to intercept him before he starts trying to clean the grill. 

“Nope,” he wraps his arms around Nick’s waist and tugs him away, back into his chest. “We’re done for the night.”

Nick laughs, “Oh, are we?”

“No more cleaning, at least. It can wait.”

He doesn’t let Nick argue, walking them backwards until he gets the message and lets Jolly lead him into the house. Jolly traps him against the back of the sofa, pressing his face into the curve of Nick’s neck. His skin is still cool to the touch from being in the pool, and when he drags his mouth back and forth, he can taste the remnants of chlorine. Nick lets out a soft sound, laughing as Jolly grabs onto his wrists to stop him when he tries to push him towards the bedroom. He tightens his grip, just so Nick can feel the pressure of his rings digging into his skin. Ever since he found out that they were a thing for him, Jolly leaves them on more often.

“C’mon,” Nick whines, struggling feebly. “You were the one who was so insistent on getting me to bed. So let’s go.”

“Mouthy little shit tonight, aren’t you?” Jolly asks.

Nick gets a hand free and pulls his mouth down to his, biting at his bottom lip. Flicking his tongue over the mark he left behind, he smirks. “What are you gonna do about it, daddy?”

He knows exactly what button to push and how hard to push it. But if Jolly’s transparent, so is Nick. He uses their height difference to his advantage whenever he can. It doesn’t take much to get Nick in the bedroom where he’s so desperate to be. He grabs onto Nick’s shirt, giving him a not so gentle shove back onto the bed. Bouncing across the mattress, Nick lets out a little laugh, making grabby hands for Jolly to follow and join him. But he doesn’t, not right away. Instead he strips out of his clothes, enjoying the way that Nick eyes him hungrily from where he’s propped up against the pillows.

“Am I the only one getting naked here?” Jolly gives him a pointed look when he realizes that Nick isn’t even looking at his face. “Quit staring and get your clothes off.”

Nick moves obediently, quickly pulling off his shirt and throwing it aside, shoving down his swim trunks and tossing them in Jolly’s direction. He’s bare except for his ink and the chain perpetually around his neck, and Jolly’s never wanted anything more in his life. It’s his turn to stare, until Nick starts to squirm impatiently.

Jolly crooks a finger at him, pointing at the middle of the mattress. “Over here. On your stomach.”

He sees the way Nick’s eyes light up at the prospect of something finally happening, and he moves down on the bed, rolling over like he was told to. Jolly continues to stare, waiting a few moments before finally giving in and reaching out to touch him. Nick jumps a little when Jolly’s fingers graze his hip, stroking over the area where his skin goes from golden to a few shades lighter. It’s an inane thought but he wants to take him somewhere he can make that tan line of his disappear, spend hours out in the sun, but he also likes being the only one who gets to see him like this.

Leaning down, he braces a hand against the mattress and traces that line with his tongue. Nick chokes out a soft noise, rocking down against the mattress. Jolly gives him a quick slap to his thigh. “Stay fucking still, pretty.”

“Sorry,” Nick murmurs into the sheets, and when Jolly looks up, he sees that punk ass little grin on his face again. He’s not sorry at all. “I’ll be good.”

“Oh I’m seriously doubting that you’re gonna be good the entire time. But I’m sure I can find a way to make you.”

He taps Nick’s thigh again, lighter this time. But he gets the message nonetheless, shuffling up so that he’s on his knees with his chest pressed against the mattress and his ass in the air. Jolly hums in approval, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to leave bruises. And then he spreads him open and drags his tongue down over his hole. Nick jerks forward as if he’s been shocked, but Jolly yanks him back. He keeps him firmly in place, licking his way inside of him.

Jolly has become familiar with every trick he needs to turn Nick into nothing but a begging and babbling mess, and when he glances up, he can see Nick’s flushed face, his hands scrabbling at the sheets beneath him. Nothing he’s saying is really making sense, but that isn’t important. When Jolly pulls back to slide two fingers inside of Nick, he yelps.

Lifting up a little, Jolly sinks his teeth into the curve of Nick’s ass, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave an imprint of his teeth behind.

“Fuck me,” Nick demands impatiently.

Jolly drags his mouth up Nick’s spine, still fingering him slowly. He reaches the curve of Nick’s shoulder and sinks his teeth in again, sucking hard. He fully intends to leave his mark behind every way that he can. He releases him only to move a little higher and bite down again. Over and over until the bare expanse of his neck is littered with marks that will be impressive looking hickeys by morning. Beneath him, Nick is panting hard, practically drooling into the sheets.

Reaching over him, Jolly opens the top drawer of their nightstand and grabs the bottle of lube. He leans back, finally pulling his fingers out only to slick them up with lube and press them back in, adding a third just to feel Nick sob and shudder.

“Still feel like demanding things, Nicky?” he asks casually.

Weakly, Nick lifts a hand and flips him off. He opens his mouth to speak, but Jolly chooses to press his fingers into his mouth, letting the edges of his rings press into Nick’s bottom lip. 

“Don’t worry, that was rhetorical,” he nuzzles Nick’s cheek, grinning a little when he sees his eyes are a little teary even as he sucks on the fingers in his mouth and rocks back against Jolly’s other hand. “I’ll always give you what you want, pretty.”

As simple as that, he pulls his fingers out completely, leaving Nick struggling for breath as he tries to keep himself up on his knees. Humming to himself, Jolly reaches down with his spit slicked fingers, wrapping them around Nick’s cock and giving him a few teasing strokes. He waits until Nick’s hips are twitching forward impatiently before he lets go, grabbing the lube again to slick up his cock.

“C’mon pretty, tell me what I want to hear. You do it better than anyone ever could. Give me those words.”

He’s barely said the words before Nick is talking over him, begging, “Please daddy, I’ll be good for you I promise. You said you’d give me what I want, I want you to fuck me, now—”

Jolly starts thumbing his cock into him, Nick’s words dying out as he moans and claws at the sheets. He curls himself over Nick’s back, one hand tangling with his and the other wrapping around the base of his throat. Nick’s head falls forward and he rocks back against him, until they’re flush together. Jolly gives him a few moments to adjust, murmuring praise in his ear. There are tears in Nick’s lashes as he squeezes his eyes shut and lets Jolly’s words sink in.

“You want more? Yes or no?”

“Yeah, Joakim, yes…” Nick trails off, pushing himself into Jolly’s touch, making his fingers tighten and gasping when he feels the little bit of pressure that those fingers offer.

Jolly’s hips snap forward hard, pushing Nick up the bed with each thrust. He gives Nick’s throat another squeeze before letting go completely, ignoring his whining protests as he leans back and grabs onto one of Nick’s shoulders, pulling him back into each forward motion. He spits into his free hand, reaching down beneath Nick to wrap his fingers around his cock again. His patience has worn thin and now all he wants is to get them both off as quickly as he can.

Nick is a mess beneath him, head hanging down between his shoulders as he struggles to keep himself up on his knees. He digs his fingers into the sheets so hard beneath him that he actually pulls one corner free of the mattress. Moaning desperately, he reaches up, twining his fingers between Jolly’s on his shoulder, trying to keep him as close as possible

He’s the one who comes first, and Jolly is quick to follow. The two of them collapse on the mattress, Jolly half on top of him and still inside of him. Neither of them bother to move at first, panting for air and covered in sweat. Eventually, Jolly moves enough to slip out of Nick, pressing a kiss to the back of his head.

Crawling out of the bed, he goes to get a washcloth to clean them both up. After, he tosses it in the direction of the bathroom before wrapping himself around Nick.

“One of these days, I’m gonna be the big spoon,” he murmurs sleepily.

Jolly laughs, pressing his face into Nick’s shoulder, tangling their legs together. “Keep telling yourself that. You know you love being my little spoon.”

Nick drives his elbow back into Jolly’s chest, laughing at him.

It’s raining when Nick wakes up, alone in the bed.  When he checks his phone, he sees that it’s only just past five in the morning. He drags himself out of bed and pulls back on his swim trunks from earlier in the night, and one of Jolly’s favorite hoodies. He isn’t sure where his boyfriend is, the rest of the house is quiet with the exception of the rain pelting the windows. Nick doesn’t call out for him, instead padding down the hall out into the living room. The majority of the house is dark, early morning gloom just barely illuminating the room.

He realizes that the back door is partially open and he slips out onto the back porch to see Jolly sitting in one of the patio chairs. Not wanting to scare him, he clears his throat to get his attention.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Jolly asks, looking back over his shoulder.

Nick makes his way over, choosing to sit on his lap instead of in his own chair. The seat was big enough for him to pull his legs up, practically folding himself up into a ball. Jolly wraps his arms around him automatically and Nick tucks his head under his chin. “I would have, but the other side of the bed was empty.”

“I’m sorry, the rain woke me,” he hums as Nick reaches up to twist some of Jolly’s hair around his fingers. “We can go back to bed if you want.”

Nick shakes his head, “It’s nice out here. Quiet.”

One of Jolly’s hands slides up beneath the hoodie Nick’s wearing, rubbing his hand up and down his back. Nick closes his eyes in contentment.

“How’s your neck?” Jolly asks, the amusement clear in his voice.

Nick hadn’t even bothered to look at it before he came looking for him, but he knew that it probably looked like he’d been mauled. As it was, the feeling was very similar to waking up the morning after he’d gotten the opposite side of his neck tattooed.

“You’re an animal.” Nick mutters fondly and Jolly bursts out laughing.

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

Nick gives his hair a teasing yank, before burrowing further into his chest. The rain is starting to slacken and the sky is getting lighter, the sun just peeking over the horizon. He can’t even think of the last time he was awake to see the sun rise, but this, it feels like the perfect time.

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Lost In The Shadows: Part Eight

A/N: Hey guys, been through a lot for a bit, start giving me Ideas for what type of series you want to see next, i'm curious and finished writing this one so lets see if I can start getting parts out more frequently, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,226

Warnings: Angst, reader’s ex, maybe fluff, if I forgot anything let me know please!

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Y/n thought it was nice having an actual day off, though nursing a hangover from the night before, which she only had blurry memories to support her with what happened. She’d kind of still been avoiding James that morning, except for the delicious breakfast he made that morning for the two of them. She sighed, knowing this was going to happen eventually, so she’d face it head on, maybe. She made her way down to the garage where James had been for the last few hours, when coming in she spotted him in a white tank top that seemed to have been possibly a size smaller than he’d intended and covered in grease.

 Y/n could admit that James was very easy on the eyes, especially right now, she came up behind him. “James.” She said, making him jump slightly at the unexpected voice. He moved over to the work bench and shut off the music, then gave her his full attention. “I’m sorry for getting mad at you, I know you probably have good intentions.” She wasn’t fully finished but didn’t quite know what to say she stalled on the ‘but’ for her argument. 

Bucky soon cut off her thoughts. “Don’t worry I understand, but you could work with me sometimes.” Then he opted to change the subject. “I’m sorry about what happened last night with Wayne.”

Y/n’s brows furrowed for a moment then it hit her. “Clearly my best decision ever.” She shook her head rolling her eyes. “I can’t believe he took the money.” She laughed lightly shrugging. “Whatever, he’s never coming back so that's all.” 

“Y/n.” Bucky started, catching her attention, her e/c eyes connected with his deep blue ones, she hummed. “What if you and I could have a restart? Would you do it?” This was a second chance that he was putting on the table. 

Y/n nodded. “Yes.”

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Wayne left the house as rain poured down and he was pissed, now that Y/n had almost killed him and then he’d gotten kicked out by that Husband, he rolled his eyes at the thought of the guy. As he made his way to the end of the driveway the gate was opened for him, leading down an empty road, he walked for a while, as his thoughts fueled his anger, in the dark when headlights suddenly flashed on, making the blond squint slightly at the bright lights. As he walked around the car the window rolled down. “Who are you?” The guy asked from the dark interior of the car. 

“No one you probably want to talk to.” Wayne rolled his eyes, continuing to walk past the vehicle and the car began to follow him.

“How do you know Y/n Carter?” The voice asked.

  “Why does it matter?” Wayne hissed in irritation at the person. 

The man with short dark hair stuck his head out of the car. “Because if you help me I’ll help you.” “Who the hell are you?” Wayne finally asked. 

“I’m Brock Rumlow.” He introduces.

A month after the night that he was found, Brock had hired him, as a Consigliere, he’d given Brock anny information he could about Y/n, but given the fact that he hadn’t seen her in years there were limits. Brock had introduced him to his drug he was wanting to sell, it was tiny glowing blue rocks that were basically souped up steroids, he’d bulked up since that night. Wayne knew Brock was planning something, but he was still kept in the dark as to what it was all he was told by Brock. “Wyane don’t worry, sooner than later we’ll get our revenge on Y/n.” It was more of a promise than an empty threat towards her.

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Bucky and Y/n had decided to begin the restart of their marriage on a second ‘honeymoon’, they’d gone down to Malibu, California, where Y/n owned a decent sized property, along the beach. Y/n was giving it an honest try, she wouldn’t say she was in love with him, but she liked him, and while there she wouldn't lie she was having fun with him while they were there. They had messed around in the water for hours one day, not coming inside till the sun was well gone. Currently, they sat out on the balcony on, a black and white, outdoor loveseat curled into one another, as they looked out at the water with the moon rising. She wore that red and black robe, Bucky had seen it a few times before while they were at the house.

“Question.” He stated, this is what they agreed to say just so they wouldn’t be caught off guard, Y/n hummed leaning forward to take a sip of her wine. “Why do you wear the robe so often?” He graped a part of the sleeve lifting up the silk material, he didn’t mind the robe, it was perfectly her size hanging off her body while the lacy on the back showed off a majority of her butt. Bucky felt her tense in his arms, a sign she was wanting to shy away. “If you don’t want to answer it, that's alright, you can tell me.” He reminded her.

Y/n sighed looking back out at the water. “I want to tell you, it just might be fucked up.” Her breath stilled for a second, he gently squeezed her hand to reassure her, and tell her she doesn't have to. “It brings me comfort, as you’ve learned Henry wasn’t the best husband.” She knew this was going to sound weird but it was what happened. “When I wore this, usually he’d ignore me for the night, it was like this was my invisible cloak sometimes, I don’t think I could have gotten away with wearing it all the time, but for when I did the abuse stopped those nights, it’s the only thing that I kept form that marriage.” 

Bucky nodded in understanding at what she was saying. “What does it mean now, if you're wearing it?” Bucky could see the confusion in Y/n’s furrowed brows. “What I mean is, like when your wearing it, does it mean you need a break, and want me to sleep in a different room, or is it just-I don’t know, um-” She cut him off. “It’s more for physical comfort, because of other stuff that I'll tell you about eventually.” He nodded, understanding and relaxing back again. “My turn, how far along are you with the car?” She changed it to a much lighter topic.

“Almost done, either I’m thinking about getting another project car or possibly getting a job at an actual mechanic garage.” Bucky explained to her what he wanted to possibly do.

Y/n didn’t want to be blunt about that, but he could do almost anything he wanted, but it would be hard if Bucky had a job that made it so he had specific times he had to be there, when Y/n traveled a lot obviously for her job. “Yeah.” She smiled. “Maybe you just start with a new project car, you never know what's going to come up.”  Bucky nodded with what she said. “Let’s go to bed.” She said standing up and pulling Bucky along with her. 

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hiya! It's me- ya annoyingly persistent, sad au creator! (I sent you the bimbo!au idea, succubus au, deadpool x wolverine au and other less important ones-)

I've come bearing gifts! kind of- more horny stuff than gifts but you get the point!

I'm absolutely loving all the things you're posting for this au, I LOVE how horny you and everyone else is making Adam (and how slightly done and exhausted Lucifer is), everything about it is perfect!

I'm so into this idea I'm about to share with you that I've hopped onto my pc, so i can use the keyboard because my phone is killing my thumbs, so, sorry for the lack of emojis, I feel so naked without them *sad face*.

Anyway- I was thinking about what it would have been like for Adam when he first spawned in Hell. I've always liked the idea that he doesn't go straight to the hotel or Lucifer- because why would he? they killed him and he wont admit it but Luci kicked his ass WAY too easily for his liking (so he's a tad scared of him- not that he'd ever admit that).

So I think he wandered around Hell for a bit, I'm not sure what his sinner form would look like- maybe something that looks human with slight demon features? I like the smallish horns with a long tail? Kinda like a tiefling, specifically the ones from Baldur's Gate 3 (I love the ridges and scale type look their bodies have, I think that would look so cool on Adam). But curvy of course- man already has that ass he needs the hips to.

I don't think his bimbo-ness would come in till an hour or so after waking up, so he's basically in the middle of Hell when he starts going through it. Maybe he goes into an alleyway cause he's kinda freaked out about why he's so horny all of a sudden and he can barely remember the plan he came up with and when he tries to remember he gets a small headache. Of course he's been cat called since he walked into the busy part of town, so maaybe a couple of sinners (of different sizes, cause we both know he's a size queen now), follow him into the alley a few minutes later. He's completely gone at this point, begging them to fuck him- which they do- very happily btw.

Even though it's been HOURS since he walked into the alley, he can't cum no matter who's fucking him or how their fucking him. The sinners don't care, as long as their finishing.

How does Lucifer find him I hear you asking? He's walking around town, checking in on some sinners- because he's trying to be more kingly- he promised Charlie he would try harder. And he sees this huge line coming out from an alley. He watches as sinners (mainly male- some female) walk out, looking pretty pleased. He knows that means trouble so he goes to have a look. everyone scarpers because they really don't want to mess with him. He strolls in- expecting to see some poor sinner beaten or dead but instead he sees Adam sucking this dude off- poor dude hasn't seen Lucifer yet because he's a bit busy.

As much as Lucifer hates Adam, he doesn't want to see him be taken advantage of, so he pulls the guy off him and scares him off (demon form- you know how it is), he looks at Adam, expecting to see him utterly defeated- but instead he's a moaning mess, whining and trying to reach for the guy who was just here. Words are a tad difficult for Adam atm so he's just grabbing at anything- which becomes Lucifer once he crawls closer.

Luci has no idea what's going on, just staring at Adam. He only snaps out of it when Adam finds his zip, lucky for Lucifer he can't seem to undo his button.

As soon as Adam touches Lucifer, he knows he's the only one that can get him to cum, he doesn't care where they are or who sees he just needs Lucifer in him.

Slightly freaked out, Luci teleports them back to the Hotel (he cleaned Adam up first), luckily for Lucifer it's in the middle of the night, so no ones in the lobby.

Well- except Alastor's shadow- you just know he has to be involved in every au we have. We need the drama lol.

That's all I have- so far. Please don't stop with your posts about this au, it brings me so much joy. rip Adams everything but most importantly- rip Luci's dick.

I was lowkey thinking of having Adam not meet up with Luci for a while- maybe Val finds him? I could see him working for Val. Not that he's know, he's just there for the dick.

But that's whatever, feel free to have a play around with the Val idea if you want- I'm curious with how that could go lol.

Okay, I'll take my leave- bye!

I like the idea of him being used as a glory hole in a fucking alleyway before Lucifer finds him.

I also like the idea of Val getting wind of him after Lucifer has taken him to the hotel. A sinner that's just giving it away for free AND he's good looking

That will sell.

Meanwhile, since Adam now can feel it in his body that he can only cum for Lucifer hes trying so fucking hard to get that dick lol

Lucifer: Woah! Take it easy there buddy.

Adam: Oh come on Luci, like you haven't thought about me riding your dick.~

Lucifer: ..... Well I am now!

Because Adam is desperate and needy and looking at Lucifer like he's the only being in the universe and fuck! If he doesn't actually want it but it's wrong.

And oh shit Adams making a move for his dick!

[atomic-thomas]

(Fake ASMR Commission) Yandere Giantess Kidnaps You [REMAKE]

*giant footstep sounds right out the gate until specified stopping point*

“Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum! How much longer are you able to run?”

…

“You know I’m just toying with you, right? I’m walking slowly on purpose. I can end this silly game whenever I want.”

…

“It’s a game to me. I find it quite entertaining to watch you try & flee, futile as it is. By all means… Continue running as fast as your little legs can carry you. It amuses me. Ahaha~”

…

“Aww, what’s the matter? Slowing down already? Tiring out so soon? But I was having so much fun.”

*footstep sounds stop*

“Pity… It appears that you’ve tripped over a tree branch. Such a shame. Now you lay there… Exhausted… And helpless. Now it’s my turn to strike.”

“Here comes my giant hand~ Hehe~”

“Now… To firmly wrap my fingers around you… And clench my fist shut.”

“You’re all mine now. Mine to do whatever I want with. What shall I do? Hmmm… Perhaps I could… Crush you~ Or maybe even… Eat you~ You’d probably taste delicious.”

…

“You really want me to just get it over with already. My, my… I didn’t think you’d be so eager to meet your fate. Very well. If you insist.”

“Mmm~” *kiss sound*

…

“Ahahahahahahahaha~! I wish you could see the look on your face right now! I’ve never seen such a stark expression of shock & confusion on anyone before.”

“Ahhhhh… Well, I suppose the jig is up now. I’ll just go ahead & say it.”

“All of that… Was a jest.”

…

“Hehehe~ You certainly look delighted to hear that. I never had any intention of hurting you. I would never do that to you.”

…

“I did all that because… It’s just fun acting like a storybook fairytale giant. With that poetic catchphrase & the menacing facade. Flaunting my incredible size & awesome strength.”

“But it was all just for show. A bravado. A spectacle. In reality… I’m actually quite the soft-hearted individual.”

…

“Don’t mince words, little one. Being soft-hearted doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m ‘Pure’-hearted. Despite everything… I have a confession to make.”

“There’s another reason why I did this.”

…

“My reason for picking you up is because… I’m kidnapping you now. Not exactly something a pure-hearted person would do.”

*giant footstep sounds continue until specified stopping point*

“I know that sounds alarming seeing that I just spared your life. But I shall explain where I’m taking you & what my plans are. I think it’ll be of great interest to you. So please remain calm & hear me out.”

“I’m very deeply in love with you.”

…

“Do I really have to justify myself? What do you want me to say? ‘Oh, darling~ I love you because X, Y & Z~! I’d go to any length to show you my dedication~! I’ll destroy anyone who does so little as breathe in your direction~!’ Or other such ridiculous Yandere stereotypes.”

…

“Yes… I am a Yandere. I’m well aware of that fact. Although… To be honest… I barely qualify. I’m more of a Soft Yandere.”

…

“Tell me, little one. What comes to mind when you think of Yanderes? Crazed obsessive girls who’ve driven themselves insane over their romantic interests & build shrines for them? Blood-stained knives? Black-mailing? Other such criminal activity?”

…

“Yeah, you see… None of those apply to me. I’d much rather not bring harm to others. It’s wrong. And it would also make me a huge target. I know better.”

“I’m surprised that I was willing to go as far as kidnapping you. This hyperfixation I have towards you is hard to resist.”

…

“The reason I chose you instead of anyone else… Let alone a fellow giant… Is for the same reason why I love you.”

“There is no reason. It’s unconditional.”

…

“Do you finally realize the situation you’re in? A beautiful, powerful giantess has decided to dedicate her time & energy to you. And devote her entire life to loving you. Just because.”

…

“Okay, well… Fine. You got me. It’s not JUST because. I admittedly don’t like being lonely. I was just torn for so long as to whether or not I was willing to kidnap a human for my cause. And well… Here we are.”

…

“Yes… It IS selfish. I won’t defend my imperfect behavior. But then again… I wasn’t trying to be perfect anyway. And I don’t think you’d do that either. Most people probably wouldn’t.”

“So tell me… How do you feel about getting kidnapped now that you know all of this information?”

…

“Still unsure. Well… Since you are to be my partner for life… It’s out of love & respect that I should listen to your concerns. What are you worried about?”

…

“No… You’re not going to be my ‘Pet’. That would be so degrading. Imagine… Locking you in a cage… Feeding you unfulfilling crumbs of my food… And watching as you wallow in a prison of boredom for the rest of your life. You’d surely go mad. You deserve better.”

“I don’t want you to feel restricted or restrained in our relationship. I want you to feel free. To feel as if you were never kidnapped in the first place.”

“I want this relationship to feel normal… And equal.”

“You want that to… Don’t you? Do you understand now? We’ll be so much better off together. It’s mutually beneficial.”

“Just say that you love me… Please…”

…

“Haaaaahhhhhhh~ My heart feels like it’s fluttering! Thank You so much, darling.”

“Mmm~ *kiss sound*

…

“Oh! Yeah.. Haha… I still haven’t told you where we’re going. It’s just my home. Plain & simple.”

“Well… Maybe it’s not so plain & simple. I actually live in a hollowed out mountain. I didn’t feel like settling for a traditional giant home. They take up so much real estate. So I went for something more natural. And… Bonus… It has a clean waterfall in it. So I have a perpetual shower that’s active all the time. It’s great!”

…

“Well… Yes. I still need giant furniture & other various utilities. Can’t really survive without the essentials, you know?

“Anyway, we’ll be there soon. I know exactly what we should do when we arrive. You’re going to love it. And I know I will to.”

*footstep sounds stop*

……….

*door opening & closing sound*

“Here we are. Quite spacious, isn’t it? This mountain is enormous. Perfect for a giantess such as myself. And the luminous mushrooms make for great natural lighting. It’s so cozy.”

“Speaking of cozy… Would you like to cuddle on the couch? Twas what I had in mind.”

…

“Well, obviously we can’t cuddle in the traditional sense due to our drastic size disparity. But that’s okay. I know just the thing.”

“I’ll lay down… Place you on my bosom… And cover you with my hands. You know what that means, right?”

…

“Indeed. You’re going to be in the softest, warmest & most loving embrace that you’ve ever experienced in your entire life. So let’s do it.”

…

“Alright… Now… To place you on my chest… And rest my hands over you.”

*heartbeat sound for the rest of the audio*

“There we go. Hahhhhh~ This is so nice.”

“You can hear my heartbeat, right? It must be booming for you. Mighty, yet soothing. Good for the mind, body & soul.”

“I’m going to brush your hair with my thumb now, okay? Just want to make sure that you aren’t surprised by it.”

*swedish fish kun or grennifer intensifies for the rest of the audio*

“No matter how small you are compared to me, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re still a person. I promise to always show you utmost respect.”

…

“Of course you can venture out & do your own thing. I’m not your captor. I’m your partner. If you want to visit your friends & family then that’s perfectly alright. In fact… You should introduce me to them sometime.”

…

“Well… Yeah. They might be afraid & bewildered at the sight of me, but… You’ll put in a good word for me, right?”

…

“Hehe~ I knew you would.”

“I love you, darling~”

_______________________________________________

THE END

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura LN13 Chapter 4 Summary (Part 2)

I am currently reading Hamefura LN13 and will post summaries after each chapter.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Foreign Study

Chapter 2: The Prince Of Ethenell (Part 1)

Chapter 2: The Prince Of Ethenell (Part 2)

Chapter 3: The Sightseeing Outing With Cezar

Chapter 4: Maria's Crisis (Part 1)

Chapter 4: Maria's Crisis (Part 2)

Katarina Talks About Cattle Manure With Cyrus

A few days have passed since the sightseeing outing. Katarina has been spending her days normally at the Ministry of Magic.

Work has ended. Katarina is helping Cyrus harvest potatoes with Maria. 

Katarina is impressed by the quantity and the sizes of the potatoes. She doesn't get such a good harvest at home. Cyrus tells her he couldn't grow potatoes well at first, but his harvests have been good ever since he started using the fertilizer he buys from a nearby farm.

Katarina is curious about the fertilizer. Cyrus tells her it is fertilizer made from cattle dung. Katarina is disappointed. Looking at her, Cyrus remembers that Katarina is "more or less" a noble lady and that she would probably not want to use cattle dung. Katarina wonders how she should take the "more or less". She decides to take it well.

Katarina has no problem with cattle manure, actually. She knows it is efficient. She tried to use some once, but her mother got furious and shouted at her.

Millidiana: I have already given up on the garden's scenery. Still, I can't possibly suffer such a foul smell. I will absolutely not allow such foul smell to float adrift in the garden of the Claes house!

The servants also complained about the smell. As a result, Katarina was banned from using cattle manure.

Cyrus can understand why it would turn out like that. There's no problem using cattle manure at the Ministry because the fields are in a secluded and downwind place. Katarina can't possibly use cattle manure in the garden of a ducal house. She won't be able to completely remove the smell no matter what she does.

Katarina can't give up on cattle manure after seeing Cyrus's bountiful harvest. She is determined to find a way to reduce the cattle manure's smell. She will try to mix it with lavender later.

Break Time

Cyrus calls Katarina and Maria to take a break. He takes out tea and pickles.

Katarina is happy they have an abundant harvest. Maria asks Cyrus if he will make a donation to the orphanage. Cyrus says yes. Cyrus seems to be able to talk to Maria normally when at the fields, though he blushes a little. Maria thinks the children will be happy like last time. Katarina remembers that Maria delivered potatoes to the orphanage on the day she acted as a guide for Cezar.

Katrina internally wonders how much potatoes Cyrus is growing. As if reading her mind, Cyrus awkwardly tells her he is growing all kinds of varieties since the plot of land is large. Maria has received so much potatoes from Cyrus that she has sent some home. Her mother said they were delicious. It seems like Cyrus has been sharing his crops with Maria. Katarina is glad that Maria and Cyrus's relationship is making progress even if it is slow.

Katarina realizes that it has been a while since Maria has returned home. Before, she would go back on her days off. Maria has been busy lately but she will return home tomorrow.

Cyrus, Katarina, and Maria end their break and go back to harvesting the potatoes.

Cyrus Escorts Katarina to the Carriage Gate

Cyrus, Katarina, and Maria have finished harvesting the potatoes.

Katarina would usually part ways with Cyrus and Maria there, but this time Cyrus tells her he will accompany her to the carriage gate.

Katarina wonders if Cyrus wants to ask for love advice or report his progress. He acts as a serious and reliable director in front of others, so he can only ask for love advice from Katarina. He usually reports things like "I had a long conversation with Maria" or "I walked alongside her". It feels to her like even a grade-school boy from her past life would make more progress. Though she will lend him an ear since he has given her potatoes and told her about the manure.

Cyrus tells Katarina that Maria was approached by a strange man the other day when she delivered vegetables to the orphanage. Katarina doesn't find it so strange that Maria is approached by men since she is cute. Cyrus knows that, but this time, Maria sensed something strange from the man. She had the unpleasant feeling he had used dark magic before. When she turned him down, he left right away. When he did, Maria tried to detect traces of dark magic on him but she couldn't see any.

Maria couldn't see dark magic but she could sense the use of dark magic.

Cyrus adds that Maria's undercover guards didn't see anything strange with the man. Katarina is internally surprised that Maria has been assigned undercover guards.

Cyrus tells Katarina that Maria has reported this incident to him but they can't act on it without anything definitive. They should probably search for the man since Maria sensed something, but unfortunately, she can't clearly remember his face, and the guards were too far away at that time.

Katarina asks Cyrus why he is telling her about this incident. Could it be he wants her to guard Maria when they're deciphering their covenants together? Cyrus is taken aback and strongly denies it.

Cyrus just wanted to ask Katarina to be careful. If Maria is targeted, Katarina may be targeted too. And unlike Maria who has powerful light magic, Katarina has weak dark magic.

Cyrus's words remind Katarina of Jeffrey's words of caution. Cyrus probably hasn't thought this far, but he probably feels that something bad might happen. Katarina may see him as her good-for-nothing farmer friend, but he is actually an extremely competent person.

Katarina thanks Cyrus and tells him she will be careful. Cyrus nods and leaves after ensuring that Katarina has gotten inside her carriage.

Katarina can't believe Maria is in danger. Maria may be a Wielder of Light but light magic has mostly no offensive capabilities, so she can't really protect herself. Even if she has guards assigned for her protection, it may not make her safer since dark magicians can manipulate people's minds.

Katarina prays that the strange man isn't a member of the dark magic organization.

***Cezar's POV***

Cezar Has Shared His Information With Sorcier

Cezar has given the information he has gathered to the Sorcier's top brass. He has also asked for compensation for it.

After that, some nobles were arrested with this information as proof. These nobles seemed to have some kind of status. They are currently questioned but none of them can seem to give useful statements. Cezar thinks these nobles didn't act for themselves but rather followed directives.

Cezar and Jean Fear Maria Might Get Attacked

Jean enters the room in panic. He tells Cezar that something bad may happen. 

Jean has been fumbling around "the guy" without getting involved with him. Cezar angrily tells him that he must not get involved with "the guy" anymore since he is dangerous. Jean apologizes for making him worry and explains that he didn't get involved with "the guy", he only gathered information about him from a distance. Cezar is reassured but still asks Jean to be careful.

Jean tells Cezar that "the guy" has gotten in contact with Maria Campbell. Cezar thinks it might be because Maria can get in the way of their evildoings with her light magic. But if "the guy" only got in contact with her, they can just watch the situation.

Jean doesn't think so. "The guy" has gotten in contact with Maria before they did, and in the meanwhile, the nobles connected to "the guy" have been arrested thanks to the information they provided to Sorcier. The situation has changed. Maria's magic can make people confess their crimes so she has become big trouble for "the guy".

Cezar remembers the magic Maria used at Ocean Harbor Town during the kidnapping case. It made criminals confess all of their crimes. She undoubtedly represents an urgent threat to "the guy" in the current situation. The people who witnessed her magic at that time were all ordered to keep their mouths shut, but from the look of it, there must have been some leak.

Jean thinks they must let Sorcier know about "the guy" for Maria's safety. Cezar agrees. They should send a message to the Ministry of Magic to caution Maria to be careful. Jean has actually already sent the message since he knew Cezar would say this. Cezar is not surprised since Jean is his longstanding partner.

Cezar receives a message from the Ministry, which seems to be their reply. Cezar frowns upon reading it: "Maria Campbell has taken the day off today and returned to her home. However, there should be no problem since she has been assigned undercover guards for her protection". Cezar doubts the guards will make a difference against "the guy". This is what his gut feeling as a former mercenary is telling him.

Cezar decides to head to Maria's home since he can't shake off the uneasy feeling. If there's nothing to worry about, he will just have observation trips in town. He asks Jean to cancel his plans for him. Jean understands and asks Cezar to be careful.

Cezar prepares to set off. He prays that nothing bad will happen.

***Katarina's POV***

Katarina Is Deciphering Her Covenant Alone

Katarina is deciphering her covenant alone since Maria has taken the day off. Without Maria here, she is even less motivated than usual, and on top of this, she feels incredibly sleepy. 

She falls asleep.

Fortune Lover 2 Dream

Acchan starts the game. She is playing Cezar's route, which is perfect timing since Cezar is in Sorcier. 

It is the scene where OG!Katarina reveals herself to OG!Maria and OG!Cezar. Katarina feels like she has already seen that scene.

OG!Maria is shocked since OG!Katarina is supposed to be exiled. OG!Katarina tells her she has come back to take her revenge on her. OG!Maria is frightened. OG!Cezar protectively steps in front of OG!Maria and tells OG!Katarina he won't let her make a single scratch on OG!Maria. OG!Katarina laughs over OG!Cezar thinking he is a match for her who has become a dark magician.

OG!Katarina summons Cerberus. A huge wolf comes out of her shadow. He is like a huge Pochi.

Katarina is sure of it now. She has already watched that scene. She feels sad since she has wasted one of her rare Fortune Lover 2 dreams.

Cerberus charges on OG!Cezar. OG!Cezar fights back with a sword. OG!Maria fires her light magic on Cerberus. Cerberus falters and returns inside OG!Katarina's shadow.

OG!Katarina grimaces and says "You've done it!" like a boss from an evil organization. For some reason, some underlings appear and attack OG!Cezar. OG!Katarina seems to have gotten ahead and become a boss in an evil organization. OG!Cezar defeats the underlings one by one.

OG!Katarina grimaces even more. She summons a black wand. OG!Katarina's wand does not have a skull attached to it, so it looks less evil than Katarina's. OG!Katarina fires dark magic with her wand. Katarina is shocked that OG!Katarina can use dark magic just fine, unlike her who can only suck darkness. She seems more competent than her.

OG!Maria counters OG!Katarina's dark magic with her light magic. OG!Katarina is eventually wrapped in light. OG!Katarina falls to her knees.

The government officials arrive and ask OG!Maria if she is alright. OG!Katarina is arrested. 

OG!Maria and OG!Cezar have lovey-dovey dialogue. OG!Maria's mother arrives with a shopping basket. It seems like the event happened near OG!Maria's house. OG!Maria introduces OG!Cezar to her mother as her special someone. OG!Cezar declares to OG!Maria's mother that he would like to live happily with OG!Maria. It is the end of Cezar's route. Katarina is glad for them.

Katarina wonders when this scene is supposed to happen. She must be careful so it won't happen. OG!Katarina also seems to be a boss in an organization. Could it be "that" organization or another?

Katarina Talks With Sophia

Katarina wakes up and sees Sophia. Sophia woke her up because she looked like she was having a nightmare. Katarina thanks her since she really shouldn't nod off while at work.

Katarina asks Sophia what she is doing here. Sophia replies that today is the day when she helps out at the Ministry. After finishing work, she came here to check up on Katarina and Maria.

Sophia asks if Maria has taken the day off since she doesn't seem to be here. Katarina confirms it. Maria told her yesterday that she would return home today for the first time in a while.

Katarina Fears the Event Might Happen Today

After mentioning Maria returning home, Katarina remembers her dream from earlier. Then it hit her: an event happening after Cezar came for his foreign study, Maria returning home for the first time in a while, OG!Katarina with underlings, Maria seeing a man giving off an unpleasant dark magic feeling... That event might happen today!

Katarina can't help feeling uneasy.

Katarina gets up from her seat and tells Sophia she will ask permission to leave early. Then she runs to her department.

When Katarina arrives at her department, Raphael is at the door. She asks him if she can leave early. Raphael doesn't mind and asks if she is feeling unwell. Katarina can't think of a good excuse, so she honestly tells him she is worried something might happen to Maria and would like to go to her home to make sure.

Katarina is afraid Raphael might think she is weird, but to her surprise, he accepts. He will also get permission for her to use a carriage from the Ministry. Katarina is surprised that he believes her. Raphael tells her he would have been suspicious if it were another person, but he knows that Katarina doesn't joke or lie. He also trusts Katarina's intuition.

Raphael gives Katarina a magic tool so that she can contact him if something happens.

Katarina Meets Cezar on the Way to Maria's House

Katarina heads to Maria's home in the Ministry's carriage. She can't help feeling uneasy on the way.

When she gets out of the carriage near Maria's house, another carriage arrives at the same time. Katarina thinks it might be someone from the organization, and stands in her guard. But it turns out to be Cezar. Katarina and Cezar are both shocked to see each other.

Cezar asks Katarina what she is doing here. Katarina doesn't think she can deceive him and honestly tells him she just had a bad feeling about Maria. Cezar is surprised. He asks her if she has this kind of ability. Katarina completely denies it and just says it is her intuition. Cezar is dumbfounded but Katarina has no time to explain and urges him to head to Maria's house.

Cezar and Katarina are both running to Maria's house. Cezar asks if, as a noble lady, it is okay for her to run while lifting her skirt. Katarina replies it's no time to think about this.

Katarina and Cezar Arrive at Maria's House

They arrive at Maria's house. The door looks the same as usual, and the curtains are shut so they can't see inside. Katarina looks around to search for Maria's undercover guards but she doesn't see any of them. Katarina knocks on the door but she doesn't get any response. Cezar tells her that he senses a presence inside. Katarina tries to open the door, but it is locked.

Cezar decides to break the door. He throws himself against it and smashes it in.

Cezar and Katarina enters Maria's house.

The Table & Kitchen Room

Right next to the entrance, the table & kitchen room is in a mess.

There is a person lying face down on the floor. Katarina rushes over in panic thinking it might be Maria, but it's Maria's mother. Katarina picks up her body and calls out to her but she doesn't respond. Looking at Maria's mother in this state, Katarina feels her blood rushing.

Cezar supports Katarina's hands and puts a hand on Maria's mother's mouth and neck. He calmly tells Katarina that Maria's mother has a pulse and is breathing. She appears to be only unconscious. He also tells Katarina not to move her body too much since she has hit her head.

Katarina calms down a little after hearing that Maria's mother is alive.

Katarina wonders how something like that could happen, especially in Maria's house. The chairs have fallen down, there is dirt on the floor, and some plates have broken after falling from the table.

Katarina feels furious wondering who could do such a cruel thing. She feels coldness within her body.

Katarina hears a loud noise coming from Maria's room. She rushes over there, but Cezar is faster. Cezar clings to the door and puts his ears on it. He uses his hand to signal to Katarina to be quiet. He puts one hand on the handle of his sword and uses the other to open the door.

Maria's Room

Maria's room is in the same state as the table & kitchen room. There is dirt on the floor. The desk and the chairs have fallen down. 

Just like in Katarina's dream, the underlings are there. But unlike the dream, Maria is not protected behind Cezar's back but wrapped in darkness, or rather constricted by a huge snake. She looks completely pale and exhausted.

Katarina feels anger again and the coldness within her body increases.

Cezar enters the room and knocks down the closest man with his scabbard.

Katarina summons her skull wand. Since sucking darkness is her specialty, she feels like she might be able to suck up the huge snake.

Katarina starts sucking the tail of the huge snake. It works. Sarah and the men are dumbfounded since they probably didn't expect it. Cezar takes advantage of their confused state to knock another man down.

Katarina has completely absorbed the snake. There is nothing to support Maria's body anymore. Cezar catches Maria as she falls down.

The men recover and attack Cezar. Cezar can't repel their attacks since he is holding Maria. He somehow evades their attacks and ends up rolling on the floor while holding Maria. His arm is bleeding because he couldn't completely avoid their attacks.

Katarina Loses Control of Her Dark Magic

Katarina's anger was already at its peak after seeing the mess in the rooms, the unconscious Maria's mother, and the pale and exhausted Maria. But after seeing Cezar's blood splashing around, she can't take it anymore.

Katarina: Unforgivable…

After this thought has crossed her mind, Katarina feels a strange feeling she has never felt before. She feels the cold thing within her burst out of her body. It is a terribly sickening feeling.

Katarina's hand holding the skull wand raises in the air as if it were manipulated. Katarina is looking at this as if she were someone else. Her hand slowly goes down and then black darkness bursts out from her wand. She has never been able to summon so much darkness before. The darkness gets bigger and bigger and becomes a big lump. Then it takes on the form of the snake that was constricting Maria earlier, except it is twice bigger.

The snake crawls towards the men.

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The men's faces were distorted in terror. Sarah was wide-eyed.

Then the snake caught up with the men. It used its huge body to wrap the running men and tightly constrict them. 

Man A: Urgh...

Man B: Please help...

Man C: Please stop...

The men speaking with their faces distorted in pain, when I looked at them through the screen, they didn't seem real to me.

Even so, I felt more empathy for them in the game. How should I put it? Like now, I had not a shred of admiration for them as they truly were.

That aside, the problem was the coldness that was steadily blowing out from within me just like a blizzard.

The blizzard was engulfing my body. I was cold, so, so, cold.

Gradually, everything but the sensation of cold disappeared.

Far away, I felt like someone was telling me something, but I couldn't focus on that.

The blizzard grew more fierce. My head was dazed. At this rate, I felt like it would be easier to just lose consciousness.

Everything was becoming dark.

Cezar: Katarina! Hey, Katarina! Hang in there! Snap back! Me and Maria, we're both alright!

I could faintly hear this voice.

My field of vision opened up just a little. With a desperate face, Cezar was raising his voice to me while holding my shoulders.

Both Maria and Cezar were alright. I was so glad.

My field of vision opened up just a little and I could faintly hear his voice, but I still couldn't move my body nor raise my voice. The overflowing cold blizzard wouldn't stop.

What should I do? 

Cezar who looked so desperate, Maria too, everyone... If I didn't turn back to normal, I would cause them worry.

I wanted to turn back to normal. I wanted to stop the blizzard. What should I do?

Even though I couldn't move my body, I could feel something wet running down my cheeks.

At that moment, Cezar's eyes grew wide, then his beautiful face suddenly moved closer.

"Cezar?". As I was puzzled like this, a biting sensation...

Katarina: Eh? Mister Cezar! What are you doing?!

After shouting this, I was so surprised by my voice coming out that I reflexively covered my mouth with my hand.

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Katarina is glad she can finally move her body. 

Katarina Has Come to Her Senses

Cezar feels relieved that Katarina has come to her senses. Katarina is confused, so Cezar explains that just before, the inside of her eyes was pitch black and she had completely lost her mind.

Katarina now understands why Cezar looked so desperate.

Cezar continues. There was a strange black thing steadily coming out of her and he felt like he needed to do something. He tried to call out to her but it didn't work at all. If she had been a guy, he could have punched her to make her come to her senses but he couldn't possibly do that to a woman. Then she started crying so he felt even more panicked. So to catch her off guard... he bit her.

Katarina remembers what happened. Her field of visions opened up, Cezar was desperately calling her, then his beautiful face got closer and he bit her nose.

Now that she has remembered it, Katarina holds her nose. Cezar asks if it hurts. Katarina says it doesn't. She was surprised when he bit her but it didn't hurt at all. Cezar is relieved to hear that.

Katarina understands that it is because Cezar took her by surprise that she can move her body again. The cold blizzard has stopped too.

Cezar doesn't understand himself why he did that. It was a spur-of-a-moment decision. He apologizes and asks Katarina to just pretend she was licked by a dog and forget it. He looks very sorry. Katarina tells him he doesn't need to apologize and thanks him for saving her. Since her body was engulfed by a violent and cold blizzard, Katarina feels like she wouldn't have been able to come back to "that side" if she had lost consciousness. She is extremely grateful to Cezar. Cezar feels relieved.

Katarina Is Horrified by What She Has Done

Now, Cezar and Katarina need to sort out the situation.

Maria is lying unconscious but her complexion looks greatly better than before.

The men are collapsed on the floor, but they are some kind of black mist stuck to them.

Upon realizing she is the one who did this, Katarina feels scared. She remembers how, earlier, her body moved by itself and a snake came out of her wand. The snake was probably the one who put the men in this state. They are lying unconscious on the floor with pained expressions on their faces. Sarah is also lying unconscious on the floor and her hair is hiding her face, but she probably has the same expression as the others.

While Katarina was angry about what they did to Maria's mother, Maria, and Cezar, she never wanted things to turn out like this. All she wanted was to save the others.

Katarina reflexively hugs her body. It is the first time she has lost control like that since she obtained Pochi. It is scary how she has been thinking until now that she was alright. She can't help shaking. She tries to hug herself more strongly but she still can't stop the shaking. She has regained control of her body but she can't stop the shaking.

Cezar puts his jacket over her. He tells her not to think of needless things and just focus on what to do with this situation. Katarina calms down. She agrees that they need to think of what to do now. Katarina shakes her head and focuses.

Katarina Treats Cezar's Wound

Katarina remembers Cezar got wounded and asks him if he is alright. Cezar says it is only a scratch but his shirt is completely red and there is still blood dripping.

Katarina forcibly takes Cezar's arm and takes a look at the wound. It is a gaping wound with overflowing blood. It isn't a scratch at all. Katarina hurriedly puts a handkerchief over it but it turns red fast. There is a lot of blood. It will be bad if it keeps bleeding.

Katarina often got deep wounds in her past life because she was a mischievous kid. There were times when the bleeding wouldn't stop. When it happened, she needed to bind the wound tightly and stop the bleeding. It was her second older brother who taught her that since he also kept getting injured.

Katarina searches for a long cloth to bind the wound. She looks around the room but she can't find any. She finally decides to create one using her skirt. After ripping her skirt, she wraps the resulting cloth around Cezar's arm. She doesn't know the correct way to dress a wound but she has learned by watching her older brother. The bleeding has stopped a little.

Cezar is amazed and asks Katarina where she learned how to dress a wound. Katarina remembers she is not supposed to know that as a noble lady. Katarina is confused over what to answer, so Cezar doesn't pry.

The bleeding has stopped. Despite only imitating her older brother, Katarina seems to have dressed the wound well. Katarina is glad. Cezar will be okay, so now it is Maria's turn.

Maria's complexion has completely returned to normal. It seems like she was pale earlier because of the snake constricting her. Katarina puts a hand over Maria's mouth and confirms she is breathing too. Katarina feels even more relieved.

Katarina is about to look at Sarah and the men but Cezar stops her. They may be unconscious but it doesn't mean they are not dangerous. Katarina shouldn't approach them so easily. Katarina realizes he is right: they could indeed jump on their feet and attack her.

Katarina and Cezar Meet the Secret Mastermind

Cezar suddenly protects Katarina behind his back and faces the door. Katarina is surprised and also looks towards the door. There is a man standing there.

The man lightly says that Katarina and Cezar have really beaten them up. The man is about the same age as Katarina's father but he is also a beautiful and alluring person. Katarina wonders who he is. Based on Cezar's behavior, he doesn't seem like an ally but she can't sense anything hostile from him. She also feels like she has seen him before.

Katarina is staring at the man from Cezar's back. Their eyes meet.

The man tells Katarina "Nice to meet you, Lady Katarina Claes." Based on this, it doesn't seem like Katarina has met him before. Katarina reflexively answers "Nice to meet you". The man chuckles and realizes that Katarina is really as interesting as the rumors say.

The man asks Katarina if she is the one who did this, referring to the men and Sarah lying unconscious on the floor. Katarina says she is and reflexively apologizes out of guilt. Cezar tells her she shouldn't apologize.

The man tells Katarina she really is a strange girl.

The man is suddenly in front of Cezar. Cezar has stiffened and becomes even more alert.

The man stares at Katarina with his grey eyes. 

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Man: Given your abilities and the situation, it wouldn't be so strange if you were working on "our side".

Cezar: What are you talking about?

Cezar replied this with a puzzled voice but I could somewhat understand the meaning behind the man's words.

That was right. I, Katarina Claes, was originally working on "that side", the enemy's side.

On the screen I saw in my dream, the one who led those men and attacked Maria and Cezar wasn't Sarah, but Katarina.

She had mostly no magic power, she wasn't really smart, she became the prince's fiancée, she got jealous of Maria who got along with the prince, she engaged in harassment that was borderline criminal and got exiled.

And there, she obtained dark magic and stood once again before Maria as her enemy.

"Katarina Claes" was this kind of person.

Then, because I suddenly remembered the memories of my past life, the things around me changed. As a result, I didn't get exiled and became friends with the capture targets and the heroine.

But because of the possible influence of the game, I obtained a dark familiar and dark magic.

And just now, I had hurt people with that magic.

This man is right. I...

Cezar: Don't waver! It's okay.

It was as if Cezar had read my mind, When I looked up at him after hearing his words, he gave me a strong gaze.

Cezar: I don't know what you are trembling about but there's no need for you to listen to someone like that.

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The man jokingly says that it was rude of "the prince" to call him "someone like that". Katarina realizes that the man knows Cezar's true identity.

Cezar asks the man what he has come for. He didn't expect him to come out in public. Katarina realizes that Cezar also knows the man.

The man nonchalantly replies that he usually doesn't come out but it really depends on the situation. And in this case, it was an emergency.

The man moves. Cezar takes a guard stance, but the man goes in the opposite direction and retrieves Sarah, who is lying there.

With a grin, the man says that only Sarah can't be used as a sacrificial pawn. He was asked to retrieve her in time of emergency.

In other words, the men are considered "sacrificial pawns".

The man says "bye" and is about to leave with Sarah. Katarina is reflexively about to tell him "bye" too but Cezar stops him. He stares at him with a hand on his sword.

Katarina can feel that Cezar is tense while the man has his unchanging frivolous smile. The man tells Cezar that he has heard about his skills with the sword. But *he* can use powerful magic.

The man creates a violent windstorm. Katarina can't keep her eyes open. When the wind finally calms down and she can finally open her eyes, the unconscious men have been smashed against the walls. Maria is alright since Cezar has held her during the storm. As for the man, he has disappeared. They have failed to capture the man and Sarah.

Conclusion of the Incident

Cezar carefully carries Maria and her mother to a safe place. Katarina puts a sheet over them. Their complexions have completely returned to normal and they have a calm breath.

Cezar goes to Maria's room to restrain the men with a rope. Katarina wants to help him, but he refuses because it is dangerous. Instead, he asks her to contact the outside.

Katarina uses the magic tool Raphael gave her. After she has contacted him, Raphael arrives and ties the men up. 

Katarina is concerned about the conditions of the men she has hurt. Cezar tells her their lives are not in danger and they don't have serious wounds. Katarina feels relieved.

Support arrives. Jean also arrives.

There is a doctor among the support. He examines Maria and her mother, and also the men.

The men have woken up and are arrested. They seem to be fine just as Cezar said, so Katarina feels relieved again. 

Maria and her mother have woken up and they are both alright. According to them, the men suddenly broke into their house. They hit Maria's mother in the head, she fell down and lost consciousness. Maria came out of her room because of the commotion. Sarah restrained her with her dark magic. It happened in an instant. Katarina and Cezar seemed to have arrived at Maria's house just after. 

Katarina is so glad. She shudders upon imagining what would have happened if she had arrived a moment later. Earlier, she felt relieved that the men didn't have any serious injuries, but after listening to this story, she wished she had injured them a little more. 

Maria thanks Katarina deeply. When she thought it was the end, she heard Katarina's voice and decided to hold on a little longer.

Losing control of her dark magic is scary, and the feeling of guilt is terrible, but it is also because of her dark magic that she has been able to save Maria.

Maria's undercover guards are all unconscious while hidden by brushwoods. There are traces of dark magic used on them, so they are carefully examined at the hospital.

Maria and her mother have been taken to the hospital to get a second more thorough examination.

Katarina and Cezar head to the Ministry of Magic to undergo an inquiry.

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

Genuinely so sick and tired of these ghouls going after scout for THE most bullshit reasons

Scout does literally everything within their poeer for their cattle but these people expect them to be god

A cow had an accident and died in the night? "Wouldn't of happened to my animals" shut up

Its muddy? "Scout should know better" they were literally scouring their state for woodchips and constantly laying down straw and working on a fence so they could put their cattle in a larger grassoer pasture shut up

Scouts renting land? "I wouldnt breed animals unless i owned my own land" literally shut the fuck up that one was the worst

I hate these people so much and now they're comparing scout to the Ramsay loft?! Excuse me!

A lot of people think they’re immune to their animals having freak accidents, but they’re not. Everyone I know who has large groups of animals, especially outdoor animals such as livestock, has had one or two freak accidents here or there. It’s a tragedy, but it happens. No matter how hard you try to babyproof the outdoors, it’s never going to protect against every possible incident an animal can get into. I’ve known several people to have cows get a foot caught in a hole a wild animal dug overnight and fall, breaking their leg in a way euthanasia is the only option for them. I’ve known a horse to force its head through a gate to eat grass on the other side, get stuck, panic severely, and pull the gate on top of itself and keep panicking until its neck was broken. I’ve known several cases where a raccoon literally pulls a good sized bird piece by piece through mesh overnight. I’ve even had a distressingly large amount of people I know who have had their cattle struck by lightning and killed immediately.

Things happen. It’s extremely tragic. But it’s unhinged to compare the person who does everything in their power to save calves at sale barns that were considered lost causes to the person who was fully in support of some guy amputating his live pigeon’s wing with some kitchen shears. People are so obsessed with trying to turn me against Scout and I don’t understand why but I do know it ticks me off that people talk about them like this.

[kharia-adarkim]

Erenville groaned and pinched his forehead. "Let me see if I have this right. You brought a Coerthan Dwarf Rabbit to Tural, and left it to roam an open air cabin unsupervised the entire time we were helping Lamaty'i with the Rite of Succession, and it did not occur to you at any point that this may have been a bad idea?"

"That's... yeah," Kharia replied somberly. "But you'll help me find him, right?"

"Of course I will, but I need to ask - why didn't you leave him with Fordola? Or G'raha?"

"Fordola's allergic to alfalfa, and he doesn't like Raha."

"The rabbit... doesn't like G'raha."

"He bit him on the tail once," Kharia stated matter-of-factly. Erenville groaned.

"Well, as an alpine breed, he probably went away from the shore," he reasoned, "and the western gate sees far too much traffic for him to have escaped Tuliyolal that way. Does this rabbit have any favorite foods?" Kharia pondered a moment.

"Beets, turnips, strawberries - wait, maybe that's why he bit Raha..." she mumbled.

"Beets? Good. They should have some at the alpacakeep. Pick a few up and meet me near the Resplendant Quarter aethernet shard. I'll see if anyone's seen him - or had problems with their gardens."

"Got it. Thank you hon'," Kharia said as she left the cabin.

"Once we find him, we're having a long discussion on proper animal care!" Erenville called after her. A moment passed, and smiled and shook his head as he began to head for the aethernet shard.

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"This is definitely the work of a rabbit," Erenville mused.

"How did one get into my garden?" the elderly mamool ja woman asked, "I thought they lived in Xak Tural." Erenville raised an eyebrow at Kharia, who declined to respond.

"Luckily, I'm fairly adept at capturing animals, and my partner here has some snacks to lure it out of wherever it's made its burrow." Kharia passed a sack of shredded beets to him, and he spread them loosely across the stone porch before pulling a vial from his pack and pouring the contents onto the veggies. "Low grade sleeping potion," he explained, "when the rabbit comes out to feast, he'll fall right asleep and we can get him out of your garden."

"Want to get a meal of our own while we wait?" Kharia asked, "My treat!"

"Oh! Why thank you dear! That sounds lovely," the mamool ja beamed.

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A few soft metallic clicks echoed through the cabin as Erenville fastened and unfastened the latches before he stood and wiped his brow.

"And there we have it," he sighed, "one rabbit-proof hutch for your little friend so he doesn't get out again."

"Thank youuuuu," Kharia said, embracing Erenville from behind. Erenville chuckled.

"You did most of the work, I just gave you the specifications. How did you learn to work metal like that anyways?"

"When I was living in Ishgard, I'd ended up joining the newly founded Machinists' Guild. We..." she paused, briefly. "A pair of close friends had just passed, one after the other, and I needed something to occupy my hands and thoughts."

"I'm sorry," Erenville apologized, shifting awkwardly to return Kharia's hug. "I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories."

"No, it's alright," she replied. The two held each other before a few moments more before a knock came from the door. Erenville toussled Kharia's hair as they released each other. "It's open," Kharia called to the visitor.

"Sorry this can't be a longer visit, my love," G'raha Tia apologized as he opened the door. "Y'shtola and I are busy studying the- Ah! Erenville! I suppose I should've expected to see you here." His gaze drifted to the hutch on the floor and his smile vanished. "Guisarreaux."

"Guisa..." Erenville turned in confusion to see the dwarf rabbit glaring at the miquote visitor, its fluffy coat puffed to its fullest size. It let out a few sharp grunts. "Kharia did your rabbit just bark at him?" Kharia sighed.

"I thought I was onto something with the beets, but I must've been wrong..."

[lurkerwithcomputer]

Ichika WIP

Heyo everyone, I've finally got that Idea about Ichika's kagune going somewhere!

She's across the street just in time for the light to change behind her. As soon as she steps from road to sidewalk, sudden rain pours down, soaking into her clothes. Which is mostly fine - it washes away the summer heat that feels like her skin is slimed with hot glue. It does stick her hair to her face, which is less nice, and forces her to kick off her now squishy, slippy sandals, which is pretty gross - but the rain-cooled pavement is kind of nice to walk on. It's nice to cool off a little, and she needs it more than usual today.

Her back throbs and wriggles under her skin, a silent pop of heat rippling outward from that spot on her back she just can't reach, no matter how much she stretches her arms behind her shoulders. She can feel hot prickles of sweat all over her body, even though it's washed away by the rain.

Squirm. Wriggle. Hot prickly pop.

She rolls her shoulders to ease the feeling, and her shirt sticks to her back. Now her back crawls like there's bugs on her and goosebumps shiver down her arms. Yuck. The hot pop and wriggle has grown to clenching muscles she didn't know were there. It's not that this is a mystery to her. She knows why.

She just wishes it wasn't so uncomfortable - and maybe that people would stop making such a big deal over it. Or, maybe, part of why it's so uncomfortable is people making a big deal over it.

If she could've brought her kagune out when she first started to feel like this, she would've. And she tried. She tried so hard, clenching her back and shoulders till her body ached. Her head drifts into remembering sparring every day with Mom, and Uncle Ayato, and Hinami-chan, and Yomo, and Shuu, and even Dad - although he took a lot of convincing.

She came out of that very sweaty and very sore, and much more confident if someone picked a fight with her - but still no kagune.

Mom and Dad took her to see Kimi.

Ichika remembers the the too-clean, harsh and bitter stink of the clinic, the papery mask that blocked it out just a little. The air-conditioned, cool air on her back, and the wax paper the clinic table was covered in, even colder against her front. The machines, humming and buzzing that drilled into her ears until one of the nurses - a ghoul - offered her earplugs. The cold goop spread on her back, that made goosebumps rise all over her, the buzzing thing sliding over her skin right under her shoulder blades. The relief for a moment, the wriggling under her skin, the hot pop and then a feeling like a sudden, fast heartbeat in her back. Almost, something in her knew.

All that to find out... not a lot, really. Her kakuhou is big for her age and body size, Kimi said, but there wasn't anything wrong with her. So here she is, with her back squirming uncomfortably and no kagune yet.

She's lost in her head enough that she's home, closing the front gate behind her, without even thinking about it. Getting her keys is awkward and slippy with wet hands, but the lock clunks open, and the front door opens with the loud squeak it always gets in damp weather. She shuts it behind her as fast as she can, dulling the sound of pouring rain, and the truck rumbling down the street in the distance.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" she calls out, not loudly, because Mom and Dad can hear from anywhere in the house.

Mom's footsteps pad down the stairs.

"Welcome back, Ichika-chan," Mom makes a face, as Ichika drips onto the genkan tiles, "peel off your soaked clothes, and I'll get you a towel."

Her skin stops crawling as she peels wet fabric from her back. Her skirt rubs stickily against her legs, and her underwear feels like fighting her way out of a soggy tangle of seaweed. Her clothes flop to the tiled floor with a wet, squishy slap. She starts unsticking hair from her face and wringing it out, when Mom's footsteps reappear. Mom follows, with a fluffy white towel.

Mom crouches down, reaching out with the towel in her hands. It looks wonderful despite the summer heat.

"Here we go, Ichika, this'll feel bett--"

HONK!

There's a hot pop from her back. It's not silent this time. A wet, metal-on-metal noise fills her ears. A scent like the scent of sharpening knives, warm and metallic, fills her nose. Hot, smooth, somehow hard while still bending with her, she feels it wrap around her arms, around her ribs. Feels it touch her body, and feels her body touch it. Her eyes prickle, hot and watery even though she's wrung the water from her hair.

Oh.

She's crying.

Finally. Kagune.

[pedi-bug]

Another terukaneaoi au because I'm slowly going insane over them.

Aoi gets bored one night and being the 'supernatural' enthusiast she is, decides to summon a demon, just for fun cause she doesn't believe she'll actually summon one. But the thing is that she does.

Teru, a very powerful demon that gets summoned every once in a blue moon for a wish gets summoned by this innocent adorable sixteen year old that doesn't look much younger than him if it wasn't the fact he wasn't human. He asks what her wish is and of course she was clueless and decided after a whole day, that Teru was interesting to her and she wished for him to stay with her (of course Teru can't deny her wish when she uses those pleading eyes no matter how hard he tries).

And the same exact night, he finds a small little angel, in its cookie sized form that was meant to disguise and protect it, Akane. The angel had been looking after Aoi (stalking) for about a year now. (He saw her and just had to stay with her; he didn't know what he was feeling but he decided to leave heaven's gates to be wherever she went).

They fight and Teru thinks he's cute in his little form and all, he decides to keep him for Aoi. So, the next morning Aoi questions why Teru is holding a small little angel that is very much alive (and very angry as well as chatty) and not a stuffed toy. Akane is automatically drawn by Aoi, going over to her, basking in her presence. Aoi decides he's adorable and to keep him, she gives him a lot of attention and even Teru complains that the small little angel gets more love than him. (Just imagine Teru pouting as he complains).

At first, for a week, Teru just hides in the closet while Aoi is at school, always happily greeting her when she gets home while Akane gets to come with her since he's tiny and normal humans can't see him.

Only for a week, until Teru wouldn't stop complaining so Akane (albeit for the first time) got so annoyed he went into his normal form, and pulled some special amulets from his robes pockets (Teru knew that special amulets can make angels and demons make you seem human but they were very rare and rarely even accessible, he doesn't understand how Akane easily had so many).

[eskelsgirl]

Acting Strange part 1

Main pairing: Geralt/Jaskier Characters: Geralt, Jaskier, Eskel, Lambert, Vesemir. Warnings: None so far Geralt was acting strange, not in the normal silent brooding strange that Jaskier had come to be familiar with but a new strange that was, well, very strange. Ever since the two fell into bed together, Geralt has been more… considerate. No, that wasn’t the word. Attentive, maybe? Anyway, the word didn’t matter; what mattered was that Geralt was acting strange, and Jaskier was going to get to the bottom of it. 

It started strangely, with dried and pressed flowers appearing in his bags. Shortly after, the two parted for the winter. The flowers were hidden away in Jaskier’s things, so he’d spend weeks finding them: roses, Lavenders, and Tulips, to name a few. Next was when they joined together during spring, a few weeks after the snow melted. Geralt was well rested after his season away, while Jaskier was jumping with energy after spending his time cooped up teaching. Jaskier would kiss Geralt upon first meeting, and his witcher would kiss him back, but he’d go no further till they were alone. Where Geralt would take his time, taking Jaskier apart. This, while amazing, was strange to Jaskier; they were just friends, now with benefits, right? No real emotion attached. But laying awake a night held tight in Geralt's arms makes Jaskier feel something tight in his heart, a familiar feeling in its own way. Jaskier has fallen in love before and has been loved in return, so why was this so different?

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Geralt started with a plan. It is a very straightforward plan to court a human bard. Geralt did all the research on courting customs, preparing for the perfect winter. Geralt had already proven to be a phenomenal hunter, dropping trophies and likes from his kills, and he’s proven himself a valiant protector from jealous husbands and monsters alike. Next was an invitation to spend the season with him in Kaer Morhen, setting the stage for the trials. Now, he just needed to show Jaskier he could provide a safe home to raise their pups - not that they could have any, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Jaskier would be his, and he would be Jaskiers. Kaer Morhen was a welcomed sight; after the march up The Killer, Jaskier was nearly frozen when they passed the gates. “Geralt, you made it!” Eskel greeted them first, pulling Geralt into a quick hug before sweeping Jaskier off his feet. “And Geralt’s bard.” “I know you know my name, Eskel. You should start using it.” Jaskier laughed, knocking his fist against the bigger witcher’s shoulder. “Of course, bard,” he teased, throwing his arm over Jaskier's shoulder and pulling him close to his warm chest. “Let's get you inside before you freeze.” “But Geralt-” “Go, I’ll settle Roach in,” Geralt tells them; he must unpack secretly.

—--------- Jaskier was two bowls of soup with a blanket draped over his shoulders. Geralt found them there, drinking by the fire in the kitchen. Lambert's smell permeated the place, meaning the younger wolf must have been here first, cooking up a storm. Despite what some people think, Lambert was a surprisingly good cook when he wasn’t experimenting with ingredients like he does with his Alchemy. “What’s on the fire?” Geralt asked, grabbing a bowl and a chunk of bread to eat. “Venison.” Eskel answered, “And some root vegetables,” “Hmm,” Geralt takes a small taste before downing the bowl in a few gulps. “Hungry, I take it,” Lambert teases, walking to the room with a tray of fresh bread. Eskel makes to grab one but is swiftly kicked in the shin. The bread smelled incredible, with hints of brown sugar and cinnamon that had everyone’s mouths watering. “Hands off, you bastard,” Lambert orders, setting the tray on a cooling rack. “They’re not ready yet.” “Sure, little wolf.” Eskel teases, this time prepared for Lambert's retaliation. He uses his sheer size and strength to maneuver Lambert into a headlock, placing a loud kiss against the younger wolf’s head. “Mwah!” “Get off!” Lambert growls, trying to bite and wiggle his way out, but Eskel had a firm hold.

Jaskier chuckled at their antics, a bright smile across his face that had Geralt staring. Suddenly, Geralt’s lap had an angry little wolf in it. Lambert was cussing up a storm as he was dropped in Geralt’s lap. He was about to get up and dive at Eskel if Geralt’s arms hadn’t automatically wrapped around him, giving Eskel time to escape.  “That’s right, you better run!” Lambert yelled back, jumping out of Geralt’s lap and chasing after his brother. Jaskier could tell this was going to be an exciting winter.