#wrote this last night and it’s a first pass so 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[sparklyslug]

Ohohoho im SO excited for your bb fic! Would love to see more if youre still doing wip -day

YESSSSSSS ABSOLUTELY every day is wipday if you believe in yourself

“That’s good to know,” Steve says. “Especially since, you know. Dustin’s got that big decision to make. Might change some things.”

Suzie doesn’t say anything. But he can almost picture that birdlike look on her face, the little tilt of her head. Maybe the way she purses her lips when she wants you to get to the point, a face that Steve seems to be on the receiving end on more than anyone else.

“We haven’t actually talked about it, you and me,” Steve says. “What you, you know. Think about it. The whole offer.”

“And I’m interested in knowing what you think about it, too,” she says evenly. “I have an idea from Dustin, but I’d rather hear it from you.”

“Ditto,” Steve says. And the idea comes together, in as much time as it takes to wrap the store’s phone cord around one finger. “I can’t talk about it here obviously, but maybe– in person?”

“Like, come to Chicago?” Suzie asks, though she doesn’t sound all that surprised by the idea.

“Yeah,” he says, on firm ground now. The imagined sound of horns or trumpets or whatever at his back. “This is big, what’s happening here. I think we need to all talk about it together. As a team.”

“Talk about it,” Suzie says slowly. “Or talk Dustin out of it?”

Steve takes a deep breath. His finely honed Talking to Women sixth sense is blaring at him to tread very carefully. “I’d never tell you what to do, or what to tell him,” he says. “Like I said, I don’t even know how you feel about it. But I think we should all talk it out. Get on the same page.”

“Yeah, I’m guessing there hasn’t been a lot of that going on over there,” she says dryly, and Steve gives himself a quiet little fist pump of triumph at having apparently given up some kind of right answer. “Much as I hate to be the one who has to come in and clean up your emotional communication hangups, I do happen to agree with you– this is something we should all talk about, together. I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

“Okay,” Steve says, grinning. “Okay, great. I’ll let Dustin know, and–”

“Steve,” she cuts him off. “I mean it. I haven’t decided yet, how I feel about this whole thing. What I think it could mean for us. For all of us– Dustin, you, and for me. That’s part of why I want to come. I need some clarity. And once I get it, you might not like it.”

“I trust you, Suzie,” Steve says. “You’re our eye in the sky, sweetheart. You always know what’s what, and what to do about it.”

“I’m just keeping an open mind,” Suzie says. Trying for stern, but he can hear the smile in her voice. “And Steve– I really think you should try and do the same. I know it’s hard, and– and how it happened, with Eddie and everything. I get reacting the way you have.”

“What way I have?” Steve asks, suddenly a little annoyed.

“But just try and keep an open mind, is all I’m saying,” she says smoothly. “Until I can come and knock both of your heads together, get some sense into them.”

“Okay,” Steve says, a little uneasily. Not sure if this cavalry call is going exactly the way he had hoped it would.

“Okay,” she says firmly. “I’ll give you a call from the road, let you know when I’m getting in.”

“Sounds good, thanks Suzie,” Steve says, and they hang up.

Frowning a little, he turns away from the phone. To find two teenagers looking at him with open curiosity.

“Did that have something to do with Eddie?” Lilith asks.

Fidel looks sharply at her. “Who’s Eddie?” he asks, a little suspicious.

“PB’s friend,” Lilith says, tucking her long black hair behind one ear. “Cool, super hot, dressed all in black. Probably unavailable,” she finishes with a sigh.

“Unavailable?” Steve asks, deciding to leave super hot alone. Fidel fidgets with the hem of his beloved Bulls jersey.

Lilith sees the motion and probably leaps immediately to the right conclusion, because teenaged girls are evil and powerful. “Probably unavailable to me,” she amends, smiling a little bit as Fidel catches her eye, and abruptly stops messing with his shirt, turning to walk back to the other end of the shop.

“Well yes,” Steve says nastily. “He is, since you’re an infant.”

Lilith scowls at him. “Technically, I’m your manager.”

“Technically, you need my help to reach above the third shelf,” Steve shoots back.

Lilith’s scowl turns murderous, and she whirls towards the record player. Whips the needle off the Eve 6, and rummages under the player for an album. “My turn,” she says. “We’ve listened to enough of your boring, basic Peanut Butter bullshit today.”

Suddenly assaulted by the Smashing Pumpkins, and a sharp uptick in the degree of teen angst surrounding him on all sides, Steve’s headache reasserts itself with a vengeance. And he is, abruptly, so tired of everyone in his life being so fucking stupid.

Himself included.

[shininglikeyoursmile]

As it passes🩵🩵🩵

Word count : around 500

Warning: fluff, a lil bit of crying,Lil bit of jealousy (I think ) , insecure reader ,sad feelings, insecure feelings, cuddling, Soft Ari🥺🥺🥺. Lemme know if I need to add more .

Summary : You think Ari would leave you but will he?

A/N : Gif not mine credit to the owner, it's sooo beautiful! ❤. All mistakes are my own. Reblogs, comments and feedback are most appreciated 😘😘😚😚☺☺🥰🥰🥰. PLEASE 🥺❤️🙏 LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK YOU LOVELY SOUL!!!!!

No use of y/n . No actual body description of the reader. Wrote it in the middle of the night causeee why not?

"You'll leave.." the words feel heavy when they leave your lips . His eyes suddenly blink at you from the other side of the counter. Ari moves swiftly and stands in front of you .

Your palms automatically move to rest on his chest. "And I'll be left ..." You sigh and the tears run down your cheeks like a waterfall. You sob and your mind doesn't register when Ari picks you up and sits on the Couch. "Look at me ," Ari urges softly," please" he adds . The soft symphony of his soft plea makes you melt and you sniffle a little. "I will never leave you baby" he states , like a promise he will keep til his last breath.

"There are many girls, much better than me . So much better than me " you cry out and at this point you can't help but let out all the things that gnaw at your insides . "More beautiful, more intelligent, m- more understanding", you utter in between your sobs ," who everyone likes" you fall silent at the last part . Why would you stay with me? I am just me . You think but you are unaware that you said it too.

"Breath for me , Angel" Ari says and runs his hand up and down your back ,"Breath" . You do as he says , filling your chest with much needed air .

Ari makes you straddle his lap, your legs on either side of his hips , and cups your cheek softly, wiping the remnants of your tears. His other hand keeps the even motion of rubbing your back . "I want you . I need you . I fucking need you baby ",Ari breathes out and his words are like fire.

"I don't know what happened but I am yours as much as you are mine", he states and kisses you softly on lips,the kiss leaving you a little dizzy and making butterflies dance in your stomach . "I sleep knowing you are the one in my arms ", he smiles and kisses your chin . "I smile waking up knowing you will be the first one my eyes will capture" his lips travel along your jaw which makes your skin shiver. " I like the Sunrise and Sunset knowing you are the one who witnesses my vulnerability" His eyes meet yours and the intensity and generosity in it makes your heart melt .

"I like Rain knowing you are with me to soak in it " His words are firm. "I like cold nights knowing you are the one to share my warmth ," with those words he pulls you closer by your hips. " I like lazy days as well as busy days knowing you are my partner " he smiles and places a kiss on your forehead and runs his fingers through your hair . "I like singing with you, dancing, anything. It could be anything and I'd happily do it knowing you are with me. It's you , Baby. Always you that makes me love life, every single thing in my life is special cause you are with me. I want you . I need you . Nobody else. Just you " the words are like a soft melody to your ears which makes you smile and your heart races in your chest.

"I love you".

[rudnitskaia]

Hi! I read your stories about Rocky and Maura on AO3 and they’re very good! Do you plan to write fics about Maura working with Rocky at Lackadaisy? Please write more! 🙏

Hi, anon ✨😭✨ I'm truly sorry for the late reply and hope you're doing well and will see my reply even after so much time passed 🥺💖

I'm very, VERY happy you like RoMaunce dynamics! 💖🥹💖 As for your question: the truth is that Maura working at Lackadaisy is a possible scenario, and a very interesting one, but it's not the only one. In any case, Rocky's and Maura's story isn't sweet and easy, but, if Mau starts to work at Lackadaisy, it triggers too many angsty outcomes not only for these two, but for many people around them.

Anyway, I wrote a ficlet about one of these personal outcomes for Rocky and Mau (though it came out to be more of a Zib & Mitzi's story). Hope you'll enjoy it. <3

A Better Life

Rocky didn't want to look, but he couldn't stop. His body felt numb, refusing to budge, and his glassy gaze was fixed on just one spot in the main hall of the Lackadaisy.

On Mau.

There she was, letting out another mischievous laugh and shifting the cue to her other hand. Even from such distance, from the backstage, he could clearly see the eyes of the bar patrons roaming over her figure as she bent over to make a hit. Their stares made him sick to the stomach.

The grip on the violin bow grew even tighter. Mozzie was finishing up to play some unassuming piano tune that meant to fill the silence before the beginning of the main concert. Soon the whole band must get on stage, but music was the last thing Rocky could think about at this moment.

“Come on, honey, spin around,” Mitzi encouraged Maura, clearly pleased with how the white, gold-embroidered dress fit her. “Isn't that nice? And it would finally stop gathering dust in the closet.”

Apparently, Miss M, who gave Maura one of her own evening dresses, really had high hopes for the girl. Rocky had already been over the moon when Miss M finally agreed to his entreaties to talk to Mau about working at Lackadaisy, and even more so when she decided to give Mau's talent a chance by bringing back gambling as an illegal activity in her establishment. And Mitzi's expectations paid off in spades. The resumption of liquor deliveries from the Arbogast Funeral Home, coupled with a new twist in the form of an “invincible female pool player”, has lured quite a few customers to Lackadaisy. For the first time since the days of Atlas May, the bar was running at some kind of profit rather than a loss. In every sense, it was a victory.

But right now, Rocky would have given anything to go back in time and knock the very idea of bringing Maura to Lackadaisy out of his own mind.

“It's a play, Rocky. Just a role. Otherwise these drunken high rollers wouldn't have the excitement, the desire to bet more and more, to keep competing with me. They like to think they can win not the game, but me, you know? Like a trophy. That's my job, to pretend it's really possible when it's not. Everything will be fine,” Mau assured him, furtively hugging him in the back room. He understood. After all, they needed money, needed desperately. Besides, how could he be upset about something so trivial? It would be ridiculous. After all, she still fell asleep beside him every morning. But the more time passed, the more unbearable he found the sight at the pool table, which he was forced to watch from the stage every damn night.

When Rocky felt a touch on his shoulder, he shuddered and hastily released the fabric of the curtain.

“Spit it out, kid,” Zib took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. “Or you're gonna get hot steam coming out of your ears.”

Rocky hesitated. Then cracked a strained smile.

“I was just admiring the place, that's all… it's been a long time since we've had this much noise, hasn't it? Miss Pepper finally has someone to dance with when Freckle runs out of breath. Last time they—”

Zib hummed and leaned against the opposite wall. His grin alone made it clear that he wasn't buying this ridiculous attempt to change the subject. Pulling back the curtain a little, he stared out into the main hall for a while, listening more to the cheerful chatter of the crowd than to Rocky's continuing monologue.

“Don't tell her you're jealous. It'll make things worse.”

Zib's words caught Rocky by surprise, and it took him a lot of effort not to show his astonishment. He didn't know what had given him away, since he'd never been explicit about his relationship with Mau. Out of everyone, Freckle was the only one who knew for sure, and it seemed, according to her overly mischievous tone, that Miss Pepper had suspected something, too. And yet Zib had hit right on target — even without looking at Rocky, he knew he had. But though the poisonous feelings that had been overwhelming Rocky for a month now had eaten him almost to the core in the enforced silence, and though the opportunity to finally discuss it with someone seemed too tempting — he couldn't allow himself to open up. He just couldn't.

“Begorra, why would you even think that? To whom and who could I…”

“Zib,” Mitzi interrupted them, suddenly entering the backstage area. “One of the visitors wants to hear this,” she held out a double folded sheet of paper. “Tell the others. He paid well.”

When she left, Zib reluctantly unfolded the paper and then slipped it carelessly into his pocket. Despite the need to walk on the stage soon, he took his time, favoring an unfinished cigarette. With his fingertips he pulled the curtain aside again, revealing a thin golden strip of carefree revelry from their faded, half-empty backstage.

“You know, it's natural,” he took a puff, “To want the best for the ones you love,” the smoldering cigarette outlined the room. “But just consider it. Any of these men could give her everything that the likes of us, mired on the margins, could never give her. The freedom not to think about what to eat, where to sleep, and how to survive while the pockets are empty, not to choose between, let’s say, a new coat for the winter and a month's rent for some hellhole. And if someone can give the person you love freedom beyond your reach, it would be dirty to demand them to drop that chance for a better life, don't you think?”

Shaking the ashes to the floor, Zib again pulled out the now crumpled note that Mitzi had handed him and fell silent for a short while. He didn't open it this time, just studied the blank side of the note for a few seconds with a thoughtful, detached look. A look in which, for just a moment, flickered a glimpse of longing. His husky voice sounded almost otherworldly when he spoke:

“You're lucky if she chooses you anyway. Cherish it while you can.”

Completely stunned, Rocky remained silent. A thousand questions flashed through his mind, but he didn’t dare to voice any of them. Zib didn't just empathize with him, no — he knew. Knew like no other. The man, meanwhile, put out the cigarette butt and headed toward the back room where the band members usually had their rest.

“Get on stage. It's time to start.”

[stellari-s]

Hi! I love your ithaqua stories and headcanons!

I want to give my request about ithaqua x fem reader werewolf, He goes in the woods and found the seriously injured werewolf and helps him.

If you don't want to do it, nothing happens! <3

🌕

hi, silvi (is it ok to call you this-)! thank you so much - it really means a lot to me that you like what i write 🥹🙏

request; yes, by @silvi-otaku 💕 and requests are open! there's a bit of a queue, but they're open. so send them in if you have any!

wc; 877.

tags; comfort, a bit of angst toward the end, werewolf! reader, pre-manor! ithaqua, i wrote this while sick 🫠

summary; injured from having been ambushed, you collapse in the wintry forest. from your periphery though you see a warm lantern light...

tonight marks the night of a lunar eclipse.

during these times, poachers roam freely in the forest for anything “exotic” - supposedly that includes you. though you don’t have a specific name to call what you are, humans have coined the term werewolf.

a person who can turn into a wolf once a month, when the moon is full.

that is you.

you were originally in a pack, but having been ambushed by a group of poachers, you find yourself not only separated, but also injured. an arrow is embedded in the flesh of your leg, forcing you to walk at a limp.

there isn’t a way to pull out the arrow, but you figure doing so could make the bleeding worse, so you grit your teeth and persist with it dig into your skin. the aching turns into a sharp sting every time you put weight on that leg, however, and you can’t stop a whimper.

the cold winter wind helps numb the pain a bit, but it also makes it hard to breathe and see well in front of you, flurries of snowflakes obscuring your vision.

occasionally, you look back, a part of you hoping to see any familiar faces but also making sure there are no more poachers in the area, chasing after you in your vulnerable state.

exhaustion eventually starts to make your eyelids heavy. you collapse down to the ground, your breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

your consciousness starts to fade away, black specking your vision… but before you black out, you can make out what looks like two thin blades on the ground. you can see that the snow, originally tinted a dark blue by the night, now has a warm orangish hue.

such a pretty color…

that is your last thought before you doze off, letting the calm blackness blanket your vision.

you don’t know exactly how long you are out.

was it just several minutes? or perhaps several hours had passed?

you also feel strangely warm. were you not in the middle of a snowstorm just some time ago?

confused and disoriented, you slowly open your eyes. at first, your vision is blurry, but eventually it hits you that you’re in some kind of cabin. it has a simple interior: a single bed, situated against the wall near a window that showed snowflakes silently falling down, with little sign of wind disturbances. a round wooden table with two chairs set opposite of each other. a hearth is also on the wall, and a rocking chair is nearby. it’s not lit though - the room is illuminated by a simple lantern.

where is this?

just as you think this, a figure approaches you, holding some fresh gauze. the first thing you notice about him is his light blue eyes that reminds you of a clear sky during the day, which complements his pale skin and platinum hair.

“are you awake?” he asks, a small smile on his lips. “i was just about to change your bandages. right now they’re kind of bloodied up…”

you look at him in response, not uttering a sound but not expressing any disapproval either. you won’t turn away from treatment.

he leans down toward your leg, unwrapping the bandages that are stained with blood that now seem more brown than red on the gauze, before he takes the fresh ones and wraps them around your leg. “i put some ointment on it,” he explains while wrapping, “so hopefully it won’t hurt as badly.”

after he finishes wrapping them, you cautiously move your leg, careful not to push yourself too hard.

“i know, how about you stay here for the night? it would make me feel better if i see you are doing better tomorrow. at least well enough to leave here safely.”

at first, you hesitate, unsure if it’s a good idea to stay the night at the place of someone you barely know. not only is there a trust barrier, but also you don’t like feeling as though you’re imposing on him.

as if responding to your hesitations, he says, “you see, i used to live here with my mother.” the boy looks down, his eyes narrowing as a shadow passes over that light blue, dulling it. “but things happened, and now i’m alone here. so it gets kind of lonely, you know. so just one night is enough - please stay here.”

though he appears to be in his late teens, right now you can’t help but think he’s more like a child who needs some company.

you stay with him, letting him sleep on your warm fur. only when you confirm he’s fully asleep from his breathing does your form slowly turn human again. you carry him to the bed, pull the blankets up over him, and, sparing him one final glance, you silently leave the lonely cabin.

when the door closes with a small creak, ithaqua opens his eyes. at first, he just stares up at the ceiling, a blank expression plastered on his face.

then, throwing the blankets aside, he approaches the hearth.

normally, he doesn’t feel cold, long used to the cold weather outside. but still, perhaps in an attempt to feel any semblance of that brief warmth again, he lights a fire.

[allcanonisrelative]

E: If you wrote a sequel to "Headed for a land that's far away," what would it be about? (cheating because I know you said you thought about it once oop)

For the fanfic ask meme

Ooh SO YEAH Headed for a Land that's Far Away is a coda to BJ Papa-san where it takes BJ being in a state of extreme exhaustion and vulnerability to finally make a move on Hawkeye. Hawkeye says "We can't do this" before doing it anyway, and the story ends on this note:

“We really can’t do this, Beej.” There’s silence from behind him, and like Orpheus he just has to turn and look. BJ is standing there, tall and broad with his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on Hawkeye. “I mean it,” Hawkeye presses, like BJ had said anything at all, “this really can’t be a thing that we do.”

OKAY so I'm actually really glad you asked this because I realized I had no idea where I had saved the bit that I'd started and had to go look for it. Found it on my phone and it's way less complete that I remembered so here, you can have all of it since I don't know when I'll come back to it. Also in the course of this little excavation I finally got up the courage to reply to the comment Granspn left on that story almost a year ago so thanks for that too I guess 🙏

“For something that can’t happen this certainly seems to be —” Hawkeye rolls away and BJ’s words, happening a lot, die on his lips. Until BJ went and opened his mouth Hawk had been lying in bed with him, tucked up against his side while BJ drew absent patterns over the bare skin of his shoulder. Now he’s walking towards the bathroom without a look back, the crooked set of his shoulders and slight sway to his back all the more pronounced when he’s stark naked. This is the third time it’s happened but it’s the first time he’s actually seen Hawkeye, really seen him.

They’re in Seoul. Potter had surprised them with a couple of two-day passes the morning after a marathon in the OR, his first time ever signing off on the two of them going on leave at the same time, something about how he could tell the work was getting to them because of how quiet they’d been in surgery the day before. BJ had looked at Hawkeye when he said it because he couldn’t hold eye contact with Potter, but Hawkeye was just looking at his boots up on the desk, and since there wasn’t really any way they could explain to their CO why the terrible twosome would balk at spending time together (Hawkeye’s words, after they’d left the office), off they went. Hours in a jeep side by side, determined to act as though nothing had changed, every corner they turned pressing him into Hawkeye’s side until he didn’t even need to close his eyes to picture the first and second times — hard and fast up against the wall in that bombed-out building, desperate and furtive in the swamp under the cover of darkness and gin two nights after that.

And now this — on an actual bed with actual sheets with an actual locked door between them and the outside world. There are two beds in the hotel room, and one is pristine, untouched.

BJ is deeply at a loss. Hawkeye wants him – there is no way that he could do the things they’ve done together with as much passion and fervor as he does them if this was Hawk just indulging him, if this was just him helping a buddy out, which is what he seems to be trying to pretend every moment that they’re not actually doing anything.

“Hawk,” BJ says as soon as Hawkeye walks back into the room, a towel around his waist.

“Let’s go out,” Hawkeye says, getting dressed with his back to BJ.

So they go out, and BJ can’t believe it but they have a good time. It’s like they become different people as soon as the night air hits their faces — not altogether different, that’s wrong, it’s more like, like they travel back in time to the last time they were happy together before it happened, like they revert to that state of perpetual anticipation, BJ with his eyes stuck on Hawkeye’s face, Hawkeye performing his heart out to make BJ laugh.

[dntaewithluv]

Pretty Little Things | kth

Your husband is determined to make things up to you after falling asleep on your anniversary and missing out on the surprise you had planned for him...

💎 Pairing: husband!taehyung x reader

💎 Word Count: 2.4k

💎 Rating: 18+

💎 Genre: Husband au, anniverysary au, smut, fluff

💎 Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (this one is straight into the smut lol), oral (f receiving), making out, hair pulling, dirty talk, marking/biting, groping, scratching, cum eating, brief handjob, teasing, unprotected sex (be safe out there pls), multiple orgasms, dresser sex that’s also mirror sex, brief spanking, mention of possessiveness, brief choking, rough sex, but also they’re married and so in love with each other so it’s also soft™️

A/N: So funny story, I actually wrote most of this immediately after writing and posting Pillow Prince, but I went into a creative and writing slump right after, so I never felt motivated or inspired enough to finish it. Until now that is, thank you Grammy’s Tae 🙏 This is technically the follow up to the Pillow Prince drabble, but it also can just be read as a standalone anniversary drabble too. This is the first time I’ve been able to write in months, so hopefully that means I’m coming out of this rut and will be able to get back to writing more regularly and consistently soon! Thank you as always for your love and support and understanding and patience, and I hope you enjoy this if you decide to read it 💜 Also my possums as always have been so supportive and encouraging to me during this difficult time of struggling to write and I love and appreciate all of you endlessly 🥺 Especially @thatlongspringnight and @miscelunaaa for giving me encouragement and advice when I was feeling so stuck, I truly couldn't have finished this without both of you 🥰Last thing is that since this starts off with the smut immediately the fic will be under the cut!!

Masterlist

"I cannot believe you didn't wake me up for this."

"Baby, you've been, fuck, working so hard this week. You deserved to just rest, oh God Taehyung."

It was becoming increasingly difficult to carry on any kind of conversation when you were propped up against the mirror of your dresser with your husband's head between your legs.

It was the day after your official anniversary, and since Taehyung had passed out on the couch last night, you had decided to try to give him his surprise as soon as he walked in the door from the gym. This had resulted in your husband literally rushing you to scoop you into his arms bridal style before carrying you into your bedroom and setting you on top of the dresser.

His fingers had quickly undone the barely there knot of your black silk robe, greedy hands and sinful mouth immediately descending on your exposed skin. Teasing and torturing you until he had finally settled at your dripping core, diving in to taste you without a moment of hesitation.

Your nails dug into his scalp as you tugged at his soft strands. His hair was still partially pulled back into a ponytail from his workout earlier, and the visual you were treated to every time you glanced down had you coming undone under his skilled mouth that much faster.

"Tae...baby...stop for a minute…please." you panted out, and your husband was instantly surfacing from your cunt, lips glossy with you.

"Baby, what is it? Did I hurt you?" Taehyung asked, eyes reflecting the concern in his voice.

You shook your head as you tried to regain your composure, "No, nothing like that, I promise. It's just that, this was supposed to be your present. Soooo shouldn't I be the one going down on you?"

Your husband chuckled at that, briefly flashing his boxy grin. He stood up fully before capturing your lips in a messy kiss, and you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Taehyung pulled back slowly, teeth nipping and dragging out your bottom lip as he did so.

"Your pleasure is my gift. I can't think of a better anniversary present than making my beautiful and amazing wife come for me." he said, voice raspy as he leaned his forehead against your own.

Your breaths mingled together as Taehyung gripped your thighs, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over your skin.

"I love you so much, Tae." you murmured into the small space between you as you trailed your fingertips up and down his arms.

"Mmm, I love you, baby. And I want you," your sharp gasp pierced the air as his fingers ghosted over your clit, "to come for me."

His teeth grazed your ear at the same time that you felt his touch circling your bundle of nerves again.

"You know, I worked up quite an appetite from the gym. And what I'm craving is, your sweet little cunt."

His words fell like the sweetest honey on your ears, and your walls constricted around nothing. Taehyung's gaze sent heat coursing through your body in every direction, his dark eyes trained on you as he lowered himself until his face was situated back between your legs.

"You might wanna hold onto something." he suggested, voice coming out slightly muffled.

Confusion washed over you, "Wait, why? Ahhh Tae!"

You squeaked in surprise, hands shooting out to grip the dresser on either side as Taehyung yanked you down to bury his face in your cunt once again. His hands dug harshly into your ass, practically suctioning you against his face.

He groaned, beautiful and deep, as he drank you in, and the vibration had your nails scratching against the wood frantically.

"Fuck, Taehyung. Oh God."

Your thighs threatened to lock around your husband's head as he continued fucking you vigorously with his tongue. His nose kept bumping against your aching clit, and you whimpered at the stimulation.

"Shit, baby. I'm close." you hissed, your head falling back against the mirror as your legs began to shake.

Taehyung grunted in response before switching his attention to focus on your clit. His lips closed around your bundle of nerves as he sucked it into the wet warmth of his mouth, sending sparks, bright and hot, shooting through you.

"Tae. Tae Tae Tae…"

You chanted his name over and over again, the weight of it on your lips the only thing keeping you grounded in reality, and not floating out of your body in ecstasy.

"Let go for me, baby. I wanna fucking taste you." Taehyung growled against you, and you could feel yourself starting to unravel with each swift flick of your husband's tongue.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Taeeeeeeee." you keened, the thread inside of you running out faster and faster.

He suddenly nipped sharply at your bud, and you shrieked as stars flooded your vision, soaking Taehyung's face and shirt with your release. Your husband moaned into your cunt before sucking and slurping at your messy folds, determined to clean you up until you were writhing in oversensitivity and weakly trying to push his head away.

He chuckled warmly, pressing adoring kisses all over your thighs and stomach as you tried to clear the post orgasm fog from your mind.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?"

"There's one more thing I want for our anniversary."

"What's that, my love?" you asked breathlessly, Taehyung mouthing lazily against your neck.

"I want to feel my wife cum all over my cock. And, I want you to hop down and face the mirror, so you can see exactly what I’m doing to you. Think you can do that for me, baby?”

“Hmm.” you hummed as he slid the robe that was still barely hanging on your figure all the way off your shoulders, heat immediately blooming across your newly exposed skin as Taehyung’s lips moved over you, “Anything for my husband.”

Nothing turned you and Taehyung on more than the constant reminder that you were married, and belonged only to each other. It was evident in the way that Taehyung’s teeth had sunk into your shoulder as soon as the word had left your mouth. Before you knew it, you were being lifted into the air yet again, and then set down on the floor just as quickly. Your husband wasted no time as he tugged his t-shirt over his head and stepped out of his gym shorts and boxers.

Your mouth salivated at the sight of your very gorgeous and very naked spouse. You reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you slipped off your heels, now completely bare except for the dazzling diamond necklace that rested just above your breasts. Taehyung shamelessly ogled you, his eyes growing another shade darker as they focused on the jewels littering your neck and chest.

“I see you’re wearing your anniversary present.” he spoke up, deep voice distorted with want.

"Correction." you started, and Taehyung tensed as you ran your fingertips teasingly over his hard length, "I'm only wearing your anniversary present."

Your hand wrapped around his cock, and you began stroking him in earnest. You could literally hear the groan starting to rumble in your husband's throat.

"Fuck. Don't tease. I don’t wanna end up breaking our brand new dresser that your parents got us for Christmas, or you.” he warned, a devious smirk creeping across his features.

“Well, my love, I wouldn’t need to tease if my husband would just hurry up and fuck me already.” you challenged back, your hand pumping him faster.

You barely had time to register large hands wrapping around your waist and twisting you around to face the mirror on the dresser. Taehyung’s reflection loomed over you, looking like sin incarnate as his gaze found your own in the glass. Your hands curled around the wood in anticipation, nails digging in at the feeling of Taehyung’s cock prodding at your soaking entrance.

“Fuck. Tae?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Take your hair down.”

It was more a command than a request, and your husband’s smug grin stared back at you from the mirror.

“Mmm, and why’s that?”

“So I have something to hold onto.” you answered simply, reflecting a knowing look back at him.

Your eyes were glued to the glass as Taehyung reached up to undo his ponytail, gorgeous, long, dark locks falling to frame his handsome face. His teeth tugged at your ear as you felt him start to push into you, "Happy Anniversary, baby."

"Fucking shit, Tae." you swore as he sank further between your walls.

It didn't matter how many times your husband had fucked you, you still always loved the way his cock split you open. The all too familiar and delicious stretch already had pleasure blooming across your senses. Taehyung grunted behind you once he had buried himself in you completely, and the two of you looked back at your reflections for several moments.

Something about actually being able to see what you were doing to each other had you already clenching around him as a shiver ran through you.

"What's the matter, baby? You look so fucked out already," your husband in the mirror taunted as his lips dragged over the skin of your neck, and one of his large hands reached around to grope your breast, "and I'm just barely getting started with you."

You chuckled and swallowed the moan threatening to escape when Taehyung pinched your nipple between his fingers.

"I could say the same for you. What's the matter, baby? The gym must have really kicked your ass today if you can't even fuck your own wi-"

You were cut off by your own squeal in response to the harsh slap that Taehyung delivered to your ass.

"The real work out is getting my wife to fucking behave." he huffed out before swatting you again.

It was impossible to miss the way your face contorted in pleasure in the glass.

"Fuck. You know I have to keep my husband on his toes." you retorted, one of your hands reaching back to snake into his hair.

Taehyung hissed as your nails scraped against his scalp, “To be fair, you definitely managed that with your little anniversary surprise.”

Your proud little smile was mirrored back at you, along with the image of your husband’s hand once again sliding up your figure. You could almost make out the goosebumps left behind by his touch in the reflection. His long, slender fingers traveled higher still, fiddling with his anniversary present that adorned your bare skin.

Your breath hitched as his digits curled around the jewels with a hint of possessiveness, his hungry eyes seeking out your own in the mirror. Taehyung brought his mouth to your ear, the man in the glass a dark and sinister presence towering over your much smaller and shaking figure.

"Such a pretty little thing," he whispered, hand fully tangling in the chain of diamonds and reaching higher until his fingers were splayed across your throat, "and all mine."

You let out a shameless moan as you let your head fall back against his chest, your free hand that wasn't pulling at his wavy strands struggling to find purchase on the dresser in front of you. You felt the drag of your husband's cock inside you as he started to slowly draw back out.

"Fuck, baby. You're so sexy. I love you so much, I'm so lucky." Taehyung rasped in your ear before slamming back into you, his hand around your neck tightening just slightly.

A surprised gasp left your lips as you were literally rocked forward by the force of his thrust.

"Shit." you cursed, followed by a series of giggles as the dresser rattled from Taehyung's movements.

Your husband chuckled behind you, "So maybe us breaking the dresser wasn't actually a joke after all."

You spent a moment taking in the couple being reflected back to you. The two people breathing hard and laughing slightly. The husband and wife, who in their passionate desperation to fuck, had failed to account for the mechanics of having rough sex against a piece of furniture.

"Yeah, uh, this was hot in theory, but I really don't wanna end up hurting you." Taehyung spoke up again, his voice much softer this time and laced with his concern for you.

You pressed a kiss to his jaw since it was all you could reach at the moment.

"Why don't we take this to the bed so you can fuck me like you mean it?" you suggested, teeth nibbling along his perfect jawline.

You had barely processed the growl that slipped out from the man behind you before you felt Taehyung's cock slipping from you as you were once again being maneuvered into the air. Your back was hitting the plush sheets of your bed moments later, with your husband's weight immediately descending upon you.

He wasted no time before burying himself inside you once again, and you cried out as your hands clutched at his back. With the dresser no longer an issue, Taehyung easily started back up with his harsh punishing thrusts. Your screams and moans filled the space between you and mixed with his own sounds of pleasure and exertion. You held onto each other so tightly that both of you were sure to have marks from the other in the morning.

You were both already so wound up from all the teasing and foreplay that you knew it wouldn't be long before you were reaching your high together. Taehyung was giving you everything he had, and you tried to reciprocate as best as you could with the energy you had left.

Your orgasm overtook you so suddenly that you couldn't even warn him, but you didn't have to because your husband was following right behind you. You came right after each other with his hand once again twisted in diamonds and wrapped around your neck, breathless "I love yous" dying on both of your lips.

Taehyung carefully collapsed on top of you a moment later, bodies sticking together as both of your chests heaved up and down. You held him close to you as your fingers gently threaded through his wild and messy hair. Your husband hummed against your skin, his own digits lazily drawing patterns into your side.

"Please don't ever let me sleep through an anniversary present again." he mumbled quietly, and you could hear the sleepiness in his voice.

You gave a weak laugh, jostling Taehyung slightly, "Okay, my love, it's a promise."

[al-hekima-madara-blog]

01 - MADARA GOLDEN AGE (fic)

Prologue : The other shore

Characters : Madara x Sasuke x Izuna

Theme : After stabbing Sasuke, Madara remembered what cost him to get the Eternel Mangakyou Sharingan.

TW : very graphic description of violence, Seinen, Ansgt

I tried something new last night. I write my first ever fanfic on Naruto. Actually, it's just a little One Shot for now but still, it was a challenge I imposed on myself. Contrary to my over-organised way, I forced myself to do it fast. I wrote on rush until five in the morning, slept few hours, wake up to make few adjustments. And 24h hour later there it goes. Hot from the oven! 🍞

And a big Shout out to @prouchihaclan @lchan3706 @blessingoflove for our little exchanges, @the-quan-is-blogging for the post I invite everyone to read here . All of this nurtured my nocturnal vision.

Let me know if you like or not. Your critics, your feelings I want to know all ! ❤️🙏❤️

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I reached the other side. Can you see it now?

How naive of you to think you can get me two times with the same old trick. How distasteful of you Hashirama… To stop me with a brat… Who do you think I am? 

In one single gesture, I draw back the katana from the young Uchiha’s chest. His body is falling loudly on the floor. Despise the unbearable pain and the blood coming out of him, he’s trying to stand up and stumbles miserably. His gaze is filled with feral energy. If his life wasn’t flowing out of him, I’d have gladly taken his invitation for a last dance. Sasuke Uchiha huh… Why did you awaken such ill-fated eyes at your tender age?

"The fact that you possess such eyes. You’ve continued to seek something despite many great losses. However, that too shall end now."

My dear child, you will never have to go down this path again, trust me, it’s not worth it… I’ll make sure this time, I’ll strike a final blow on your suffering. And I’ll create true peace.

"You will lose your very self. What they call a true ending."

He’s trying again desperately to cling to life, panting for every breath but still trying in vain to rise himself. This stubbornness…

I can’t die here…

I froze for a second, I can almost hear  his  voice. I can visualise  him  right now.

I can’t…die…

He was panting in his futon, but his expression full of determination. A pearl of sweat fell from his forehead. Behind what people perceived as a light-hearted attitude, only I knew his resolute drive to survive. In the rush of battle, passion never moved him in the same way it excited me to go even wilder. On the contrary, he remained so collected, aloof of any compassion for enemies. His reputation for inflexible interrogation almost matched my reputation on the battlefield. Better for a Senju to receive my lethal stroke than being Izuna’s prisoner. He got it from Father I guessed, this harshness… he never flinched, and convinced me that he will survive his wounds no matter what. And I wanted to believe him.

"I can’t die just like this," he repeated endlessly as possessed by fever.

"Of course, you won’t. But stop agitating yourself like that," I said while gently passing a piece of wet cloth on his face. "Hush…I won’t let this happen to you. Never."

the sword was poisoned, Madara-sama. A complex one, It will take more time…

I never told him anything about his condition, but somehow when he was unable anymore to wake up by himself, he knew. And something changed in him, his youthful features left his face as if his iron heart was now emerging to the surface, prematurely ageing him.

"nii-chan, come closer…"

Him, usually so prompt to take everything lightly, this sudden heaviness in his voice didn’t fit him, it made me anxious.

"I feel it coming. This coldness… Do it before it’s too late."

"Not again your delirium. I already said no. This makes no sense, how many times have I told you…"

 "How many fingers do you see?" He interrupted me while raising his hand.

"Don’t be ridiculous!"

"It’s not because you're using your sensorial skills all the time that I didn’t notice, brother."

He left me speechless. What could I possibly hide from my only brother? He knew me more than I knew myself. My sole anchor to this disgusting world. He was this last half of my humanity.

"Don’t you love me?"

"Izuna…"

"For the clan, Madara, promise me."

He rarely called me by my name, and when he did, I felt father’s presence filling the room. His voice was so weak but still, he wasn't begging me, his decision stands firm. With all the strength he can collect, he took my hand and slowly guided it onto his face. When the tips of my fingers brushed past his eyelashes, I retracted them but he hold me stronger. Something inside me was about to give.

"You need to be tougher, nii-chan, to protect the Uchihas. Can you promise me?"

He knew I was good at lying to myself, but he always feigned ignorance. It wasn’t Izuna who needed to be sheltered from the cruelty of this world, it was me. He was this steadfast rock of stability through the storms of inner demons ready to surround me. I was this unstoppable power he wish to surpass, but he always gave me the grounded direction. During a time that seemed endless, I sat still in silence until my tears dried on their own. It was a new moon this night, the darkest of all night. My sight had been degrading so much I couldn’t decipher his facial expression, but enough to see the green chakra sparkling from my hand.

"I promise."

All I can remember was my fingers digging deeper inside the soft skin, and him slightly flinching, the one and only time he ever did so. Then my mind left my body acting on its own and clinically processing the task it had been assigned. Izuna didn’t survive the operation. I couldn’t precisely recollect when he left me. But when I was done, his body was cold and my hand warm with his eyeballs.

I reached the bathroom. The dawn was almost breaking from the darkness. I saw my reflection in the mirror. Livid like a ghost and my hands tainted in his blood. My little brother’s blood.

You need to be tougher

My left eye rolled in the sink with a repulsive sound of blood dropping on the floor. Quickly, I inserted Izuna’s one. The pain was insufferable and almost break my resolve. I collapsed on the floor, shaking. I’ve never really been good in medical Ninjutsu, mediocre at best. Focusing my chakra on a small point was the perfect opposite of my expansive style. The idea that I made Izuna suffer because of my lack of skills drove me insane. But I couldn’t stop halfway. He sacrificed himself for me…I have to keep going for him, no matter what.

I promise.

I enucleated myself for the second time with a groan that probably woke up the whole household. I had to finish it faster before anyone came in. This time I started to get it better by anaesthetising my optical nerves. I breathed in and out, and with my last energy, I pushed inside the second eyeball. Finally, when everything seemed to stabilise in my eyes sockets, I closed Izuna’s eyes in exhaustion.

After a moment, something hot started to radiate from the back of my skull and illuminating not just my eyes, as it happened with the sharingan, but my whole body. Every single cell of mine ignited by themselves. A heat that I’ve never felt before was devouring me and I didn’t know if I will ever survive it.

"IZUNA-SAMA !"

Her piercing voice broke the daybreak’s quietness. I heard her walking in the other room back and forth crying loudly, in total distress. I tried to stand up but my whole body was shaking uncontrollably. I managed somehow to seat on the cold marble floor.

"Madara-sama is that you ?" She said behind her sobbing. "Something terrible… Someone.. to Izuna-sama…"

No, don’t come in.

She slid open the bathroom's door widely. She was a good sensor as well she knew it was here. I forced myself up and opened my eyes widely.

From Darkness to Divine… To the nearly blind man, I was a few hours ago. Light, pure light penetrated me. The contrast put me into a haze. I didn’t recover my past sight, I increased it to a point close to enchantment. I saw the rays of light, in millions of different shades of gold caressing her face in shock. When she moved her hands to cover her mouth, it was the most delicate movement I ever witnessed in my life. With fluidity and detail, the Mangekyou Sharingan could have never reached, I saw her gaze watching my previous eye in the sink, the second one on the floor, then coming back to my face. She repeated the same path two times and then she picked up what had happened. Still mesmerizing, I saw her face changing in horror and fainted. I could have caught her before her fall. But the new clarity of my sight left me stunned. Everything was beyond wonder. Why did it never stroke me before? Right now, on the bathroom floor, she was so beautiful, so beautiful…  What did I just say?

I saw her in the garden smiling at me, my hand on her swollen womb. In another room, she was naked, her head on my knees with an expression of contentment I’d never seen before. Something was not normal… it wasn’t my memories. It was Izuna’s one with her wife.

Release.

But it was a power beyond my control. I saw everything in accelerate, I saw her in every possible position everywhere they did it in this house. The Eternal Mangakyou Sharingan was swirling on its own, deaf to my command, unveiling its power and its memories at the same time. Soon the speed of images was burning my retina. If the beginning was just embarrassing, the next part plunged me into the abyss of his soul.

I beg you Izuna, stop that

Every single death he did, the countless burn shinobis who succumbed to his Katon. Those he eviscerated by his sword. Our fallen comrades tore to shreds, impaled by wooden jutsu techniques, and so many time I saw myself from behind… Within those apocalyptic visions, you were always fixing my back, protecting me… Your pain over my pain. Your body counts over my body count. Your demons eating my demons. Ouroboros.

Izuna, I can’t take it anymore

All those torture sessions I had never wanted to assist weren’t spare to me this time, I saw every single one, all the manipulations he inflicted on prisoners to get pieces of information or just to lash out his frustration on Senju. Shinobis, civilians, men, women, children, infant in their cradles without distinction. O Izuna your heart was merciless beyond my cognition. Nausea made me stumble again. It was so inhuman I couldn’t believe it was the same caring brother. The depth of your hate, brother, the depth of it, was infinite… If only I knew it before, if only I knew all the suffering you kept inside… the shame tightened my chest, I couldn’t stand it anymore those ignominious images. The shame to have failed you. The shame…the shame…

ENOUGH!

I hit loudly Sasuke’s katana on the floor. He was not him. In the ashes of time, Izuna was gone long ago. All he left me was the power of his eyes running through me. And I was about to use them for the Greatest Change. I will break the wheel of suffering. I will save this broken world.

I look again to the last Uchiha on the floor. This time he ceases to move for good. The clan was dead. Slowly I turn my way to the past, facing my bright future. 

Alone, I walk toward my prophetic shore.

Next chapter 02 : Sons of Father

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[ahjustroza]

Hi I'm sorry but I freaking need a part 2 of mc going to earth but this time mc was able to go back to them after years apart (idk the dev doing a LL3 game where the LI is in it) based on the angst part of your hcs MC can see how time and manly their took a tool on the LI PLEASE~~~ 🥺🙏 -Sarah

Sorry that it took me forever to write lol it ended up veeery long. I got carried away and wrote lots of pain and added "to be continued" sound effects...

MC Returns to Astraea After Leaving for Earth Headcanon

Warning: Angst and pain lol

Felix

I can see him becoming either the next Archmage or a very famous shady necromancer that everyone avoids

Felix tried to move on after you left him

He cried himself to sleep and tried to find ways to contact you

He is greedy

He wanted to see you

To follow you

Even though he can't live on Earth with you...

He felt like he was angry at you for the first year

Yet still carried whatever you gave him before leaving Astraea

I'll go with a necklace

He avoided talking about you or be in places that your name was mentioned for a very long time

He refused to admit that everyone he loved was destined to leave him as rumors said...

And he never took out the necklace you gave him

He slept with it and even took showers wearing it

But necklace never left contact with his skin

Ever.

It gave him comfort and strength to keep going

You were out there and hopefully still loving him

Only the thought of you made his heartache like he was getting tortured

Old friends could still see him doing certain things he used to do with you

Like doing his hair in a certain way, dressing up the way you liked back then, getting a desert you liked on each of your birthdays, only taking out his necklace to give it proper care and cleaning, never holding hands with his flirts, and even if he is dating, always keeping the distance...

The agonizing part is that people that actually knew him could tell that Felix was doing all these things without even realizing it

Then several other years passed

He tried to love again

To move on...

All of the relationships he attempted ended up as disasters

He became more and more depressed then believed that he was truly cursed

He believed that he can not love and expect people to stay with him

Whenever he loves, people turn their back on him

Whether with bitterness or sadness

In the fifth year, when he thought that he was finally over you, he received a letter from Anisa

Anisa was never convinced that the threat you encountered years ago, while you were in Astraea, was over

So she kept the investigations going while doing her knight duties

She even recruited new Starsworn and organized regular patrols and training for them

Sage showed up from time to time but never stick around, he liked to move solo but still kept in touch for Anisa's investigations

Felix was distant and didn't want to continue fighting

He had lost everything already for this fight

However, the letter was mentioning you

Anisa was claiming that you were spotted near the forest area, walking around the ancient temple ruins one night but disappeared the other day

Felix thought he was over you.

He wanted to be over you.

It hurt so much whenever he thought about you, and hopes only made things worth for him

Still...

He found himself rushing to the location Anisa mentioned in her letter

He didn't even realize that he was almost there until the last seconds

His body acted without thinking much about it

When he arrived he started to find a track

A clue

Anything that shows your presence

Then go deeper into the ruins

Hours and hours he searched inside the maze-like temple

Then after one curve, you appeared in front of him.

Your clothes were dirty, and even from afar he noticed that you were aged like a fine wine

He couldn't move for a second only said your name for the proof of your presence there

You took a step towards him,

He ran for his life to you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face to your chest

He never cried this loud before

When you run your fingers through his hair and softly speaking to him Felix could not stop his tears

He refused to let go

He was too afraid to lose you again

He was too focused on you that he didn't even question how you came back or who made you come back to Astraea

Maybe gods were showing mercy on him

Maybe he wasn't actually cursed

Maybe he had to suffer for his sins until he could have nice things in his life again

Doesn't matter.

You were here

With him

Your smell made him feel safe, and your heartbeat soothe him

How could he be truly ever over you?

The world could end later

He needed to calm down and spend the entire day with you

He needed to sleep in your arms and enjoy your cares on his back while whispering sweet nothings to his ear

Your return made him realize that he wasn't living for the past five years

He was just surviving.

This time he won't let you go

If you must go then he'll follow you.

He can't live without you anymore and he needs you more than anything.

So he will put all he got and protect you from all the threats

He is a soft baby, but this time he will show his wrath to everything and anything that dares to separate him from you

Anisa

She became even more workaholic if that is even possible.

After you left she knew you were not to blame for her pain

It was selfish for her to want you to be with her forever

She loved you so much that she had to stay silent when you left

She loved you so so much that for your happiness, she was okay with suffering for the rest of her life

She will talk about you with a dreamy look on her face whenever people ask about your adventures together

Like she was daydreaming about you

She is still so in love that no one can resist but smile while listening to her passionately talking about her lover.

Anisa will close herself to all possible romantic relationships

She feels like that would be cheating on you

Her friends are all worried about her because of this

They think that your return is off the topic after years of your absence

With no sign of even the rumors of you possibly being in Astraea.

Anisa can't move on

Or maybe refuses to move on.

She only wants you

Only misses you

And only can give her heart to you

Without you, by her side, she is broken

Half of her is missing

Feels lonely...

So she does the only thing that she knows might help her to cope with her loneliness

She gives herself to work to keep her mind busy

Anisa talks to herself sometimes as she was talking to you

When she looks at something you made before leaving her

Or your old clothes that she washes and puts to the highest place on her wardrobe

Or whenever she looks at the bracelet you gave her...

One thing that EVERYONE knows that whenever Anisa is troubled or stressed, her fingers caress the bracelet

She is looking for your comfort in that simple bracelet you gifted her

It was nothing special in your eyes as there were no diamonds or anything fancy looking on the bracelet

You just happened to bring it with you from the convention

She seemed interested in it and you just gifted her without thinking much of it

But Anisa cherished that simple bracelet.

For Anisa, anything that comes from you feels as you were giving your everything to her

The most precious treasures that you brought with you

Things that had memories from your home

Things that all you had left from your life in this foreign world...

You literally had nothing

No money

No extra clothes

No weapons to protect yourself

Nothing that you can use in Astraea, but can use to survive

And you gave them to her selflessly

Just because you saw the interest and curiosity in her eyes one time

For her, you just gave all you owned in this world

And sometimes when she thinks about this

She cries herself to sleep while surrounding herself with the things you gifted her...

The first month after your departure Anisa got too drunk that she put all of your gifts on top of her bed and cocooned herself in a blanket

Cried like Achilles during the battle of Troy.

Anisa knows that no one will be able to love her the way you did

One day she heard people talking about a storm closeby to an isolated island in Porrima

Townsfolk says that it happened too quickly and created lots of damage near the cost

Anisa's sixth sense screamed that something was up

But there was no reason to go there and make an investigation

It was just a storm and during this season it was only normal to hear about sudden weather changes.

Anisa however, just couldn't get rid of the uneasiness within her

It was like she could smell the ozone before the bigger storm

But the storm wasn't anything like the one that happened in Porrima.

Suddenly you re-entered her life in her weakest state

She got threatened by an old enemy

Anisa was aware that even though you could prevent a possible war together back then, there were still some followers of the Lord of Shadows roaming around

During a riot in a prison where the war criminals were held, Anisa had to make a choice between your safety and preventing the escape of the criminals as the Knight Captain and as a Starsworn...

Sage

Tragedy.

You think Sage was impulsive and a mess before?

You won't even recognize the Sage after five years of your absence...

His hair is even longer

Has more scars that look absolutely painful

Always smells like alcohol, and 90% of the week he is drunk

10% of the week is just blacked out drunk.

He threw away Zenith the year you left him and now doesn't even know where it is

Not that he cares a bit anyway...

Sage is still a merc but only to be able to buy himself more beer

He doesn't remember how the first year passed after you left

He was drunker than ever and lost all his memories from those days

So he might be in someone's bed or had other affairs during the time which he doesn't remember about

Tulsi was worried sick and tried to give him support

But Sage even refused Tulsi's help the first year

Remind you Tulsi was the only person he accepted help from before you entered his life.

He was so lost

So in pain that he couldn't help but think about leaving everything behind and go to somewhere no one can recognize him

Somewhere he knows no one that can remind him of you

No friends you had

No enemies you faced

No one...

Second year he did just that.

He disappeared once again like he did after the Starsworns lost the battle

But he didn't allow anyone to touch his body

Sage didn't care tho have physical relationships where emotions weren't involved before he met you

After he fell in love with you and now he has full control over his actions in the second year of your absence

He felt terrible whenever someone tried to get close to him

He got nauseous but kept his poker face

Wanted to pass out, sleep, but kept his posture

Got drunk but refused to drink the last glass

Reminisce your time together but didn't share with anyone

He made himself even closer to the others.

Didn't let anyone get close to his heart

Didn't show emotions

He was the merc everyone would want to hire with his emotionless state

No questions asked as long as he got his money at the end of the job

It didn't matter how dirty his hands got as he wasn't unfamiliar with blood.

Anisa tried to contact Sage a couple of times but after a while lost track of him

Felix just left him alone as he knew Sage would never accept their help.

I feel like you would give Sage a ring as a gift

He could wear it under his armored gloves and would be less likely to lose it like a necklace

He teased you to death after you gifted the ring to him but kept it anyway

But he only wore it after you left Astraea.

He never took it off

Played with it whenever he had spare time for himself

Twisted it between his fingers

Looked at it for long minutes while thinking about everything he adored about you

Your face

Your eyes

Your smile

Your voice

The way you said his name

The way you looked like a divine being in a mortal body...

Then he remembered the taste of your lips

Your scent...

He often found himself having physical pains even tho he didn't even have a paper cut on his body

Because you liked his hair he never cut it again and always braided it the way you braided it for him

Whenever people asked if he was married or had a lover he kept quiet

Didn't say no but couldn't say yes either...

He didn't know if you moved on wherever you were now

He didn't know if you fell in love again

Hells he wouldn't want to know that.

Just the thought of it gave him pain in his chest

Each time.

Sage hid his emotions too well that you would give him an Oscar award

Then...

You returned.

You went to Porrima first but couldn't find Sage anywhere

After getting updates on what you missed for the past five years from Anisa and Felix

You quickly explained that somehow after a weird dream one night at your home, you woke up in an abandoned house near the Porrima forest

You remember that in your dream a figure whispered your unfinished duty on Astraea and now is the time to continue on

There were of course local threats here and there but nothing major as Anisa told you

Which meant that something big was about to happen and no one was ready for it

You insisted on looking for Sage while Anisa started investigations

She worked just like a spymaster alongside Felix's helps

You found a clue on where Sage was last seen and made your own investigation to find your lover

The moment he saw you Sage actually thought you weren't real

A hallucination that he was too very familiar with.

Then he kept his guards up and accused you to be an imposter that tried to look like you

After you literally knocked him unconscious he finally got convinced that it was really you.

He threw himself into your arms

And for the first time ever

He cried.

Buried his face to your neck and hugged you suffocatingly tight

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Hello dear! I'm here for Sylvia again, because she is so cute and I'm soft for her - lol.

Another What If for you: if Sylvia would go back in time and find herself in the middle of the first adventure of the Pevensie siblings in Narnia, how would the story go?

Because now there are two daughter of Eve, and Sylvia seems to know very well this four children ;)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, my dear @summer-time! I absolutely love these little What If questions you're sending to me and they really challenge me to put Sylvia in these challenging situations that really help me understand her character more, so I truly appreciate this ask 💕🙏

I was looking for Sylvia's other What If ask that you sent through and I didn't realize how far back through my posts it was so I'll link it here for references if anyone is interested in the What If AU: Sylvia in the Real World.

I just wrote this up this evening. I was originally planning to do Sylvia in the Golden Age but I just chose her in the events of the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe so if you wanna send a What If AU: Sylvia in the Golden Age, be my guest!

Now this was longer than I thought it would be so buckle in!

What If: Sylvia went back in time to the Pevensie's First Trip to Narnia?

One moment Sylvia had been galloping through the Western Wood with her hunting party to fetch the game for the Spring Feast when suddenly, she was by the legendary lamp post and it was snowing, cold and chilling her to loosely clothed body to the bone.

Sylvia would immediately spring off her steed with an arrow latched onto the bow string by the time her boots hit the snow, aiming for the trees as she whispered to herself, "What sorcery is this?"

After receiving no answer, Sylvia would tentatively lead her steed on. She knew the path out of Lantern Waste for she had ridden through here many times, learning the woods like the back of her hand.

Mind you, she had never seen the woods in Winter before.

In fact, she had never seen a Winter quite like this one.

It took her an entire day to make it to the Shuddering Wood, intending to cross at the Great River, intending to camp at the ruins of the How for the night when she was intercepted by a wolf pack.

A snarling, unfamiliar wolf pack that was headed by neither Aldrich nor his seconds.

"Who goes there!" the wolf growled, circling her.

Sylvia frowned, deeply troubled. Every Narnian should know of her, she had made camp with them for the entire war, fought beside them in the Battle of Castle Caspian and at the How when it fell to the catapults.

"Sylvia, Cousin to King Caspian and Lady of the Courts. May I know your name, sir Wolf?" she answered diplomatically, wary of the others lurking behind her.

He snarled, stepping forward with a snap of his jaws. "I am Maugrim, Captain of the Queen's Secret Police. I serve the one and only ruler of Narnia so I will ask you again, who goes there!"

Shivers crawled up her spine and she stepped back in confusion.

"I - What Queen?"

"Take her!"

Now, Sylvia is of an intelligent sort but even she is grappling with what has occurred. There is no queen of Narnia, not since the kings and queens of Old left last Spring. There was none in Archenland for she had passed many summers ago and Calormen only recognized Kings.

There was only one queen a wolf would find himself in service to and no the mere possibility for it had her stomach turning the entire journey there.

A camp, shadowed in grey and heavy fog with Narnians over every shape and form. However, they were not the beautiful, noble people she had come to call her own but savage, beastly creatures that looked as if they came out of every dark tale she had heard whispered growing up.

Sitting on a high back chair in the centre was a tall, fearsome woman with matted locks that were pulled dramatically from her long, pointed face and left draped over her shoulder. She was dressed in white furs and pale silks that illuminated her white skin.

On her head she wore a crown of icicles that looked deadly as they did beautiful and as she stared Sylvia down, she could see that the woman's eyes were a piercing green that reminded her of words like 'envy' and apples that were rotten on the inside.

She knew without words, without proclamation that the woman who sat before her was the malevolent Jadis, the White Witch of Narnia and the caster of the Long Winter.

Sylvia was forced onto her knees by a satyr, her chin forced up by the White Witch's sceptre.

"A third daughter of Eve..." Jadis murmured to herself, almost as troubled as Sylvia was in her presense. The Witch seemed to grapple with what to do with her - execute her on the spot or to take her before Aslan and use her as leverage. Mortal blood was a threat to her very rule but with losing the son of Adam in her possession, she could not afford to act in haste.

That was how Sylvia found herself chained to the Witch's side, forced to sit on the ground by her chair like a dog while the Witch planned with her henchmen their parley with Aslan.

All the while, Sylvia did not speak. Not that she would be able, gagged with a dwarf's soggy hat as she were. But she listened carefully, her eyes widening as she learned of how the Witch planned to convince Aslan to give himself up for Edmund - and how she had to stifle her gasp at the familiar name.

She remembered the tale Trufflehunter first told when she was first brought to the How. Of Aslan's sacrifice in Edmund's steed, and how he returned to life, breaking the Stone Table as the Laws righted the wrongs acted upon him.

She didn't struggle when she was led out of the camp, forced to walk beside Jadis as she was carried on the backs of her people. Though they had no treated her kindly, Sylvia was still disgusted by how the Witch lorded herself above the Narnians and thought of how well Jadis and Miraz would have gotten along.

Or not. Jadis did not seem the kind to take a liking to a man after a crown.

When Sylvia walked into Aslan's camp, her heart wept for the red coat of arms, for the centaurs who reminded her of Glenstorm and Windmane, for the fauns with brave, noble faces.

She almost let her tears fall when they reached the great tent in the heart of the camp and she saw her friends for the first time since they left the Spring before last.

They were younger now, with Lucy shorter and Peter less sure. Susan's cheeks were rosy and her cheeks still had some baby fat. And Edmund, his lips split and bloody, his eyes haunted as he stood frozen at the sight of Jadis.

She remembered a night on top of the How when Edmund told her of this moment. Of how his face started to sting from the memory of the Witch's strike, of how his mind went back to that poor fox, now a statue by the Great River.

Seeing her friend now, terrified in the Witch's presence, she understood completely the type of scars he was left to during his time by her side, how ashamed her must have felt to have ever believed she had his best intentions at heart.

Jadis gloated Edmund's treachery over Aslan, enjoying the way that the army shifted with wariness over the young boy's position with them. Sylvia noticed Edmund glance around as if uncertain whether they would actually turn him over and she caught his eye.

He was so young, she thought to herself as she gave him a weak smile around her gap. Too young to be the king I once knew. But he's in there somewhere. She tried to show her reassurance with her eyes but he looked away and she was shoved to her knees again in front of Jadis.

A cry broke through her gag as she felt a stone bite into her knees and she saw Peter step forward, his sword shaking in his hand. She shook her head frantically at him and met Aslan's eyes.

The Great Lion searched her gaze and saw the truth of her presence, of her circumstance and inclined his head as if to tell her that everything would be okay.

Her eyes teared up and she nodded back, left on the ground while Aslan led the Witch into his tent.

Sylvia's knees bled, preventing her from getting to her feet. Lucy, of course, sensed the stranger's pain and walked forward to tend to her, cordial in hand, but Susan's strong grip and a warning growl from the Minotaur at Sylvia's back stopped her from going any further.

When the parlay was reconvened with cheers of Edmund's fate breaking out around the camp, Peter stepped forward and asked, "What of the girl?"

Aslan shook his head sadly, meeting Sylvia's eyes as she was tugged up by her bindings and forced into step with the Witch's procession. Sylvia inclined her head in understanding.

Aslan was in no position to be sparing two lives, let alone one.

She would bide her time and the Great Lion admired her understanding.

That night, Sylvia was bound to a tree at the base of the monument she recognized as the Stone Table. Her eyes narrowed on the savage celebration taking place, on the fires that roared violently and the rhythmic thump of weapons against the ground, a savage beat to mock a King.

Aslan broke from the trees beside her and Sylvia almost keeled over to bow and he stopped her with a gentle paw on her shoulder, "Do not strain yourself, dear one. Your journey here has not be kind to you. Rest."

"My Lord, I - "

"I know you, Sylvia, Kin of Caspian, friend of Narnia."

She cried just hearing someone speak her name warmly.

"The Witch - "

"- will have her flesh. Wrongs will be righted. Have faith."

Sylvia nuzzled her face against his fur. "Always, Aslan."

"Good. Susan and Lucy will come retrieve you. Take them back to the others."

Her lips curved up knowingly as she said, "My Lord, you know that is not how it is supposed to be."

And so she waited, sobbing as she heard the Witch's people screech their dark amusement and ridicule.

She swore she heard the sickening sheath of a knife in flesh on the wind and as Susan and Lucy stumbled out of the trees, their cheeks wet and glistening in the moonlight, Sylvia barely had time before she was on all fours emptying the contents of her stomach.

Lucy, ever the friend to anyone in need, knelt down beside her and rubbed her back, murmuring sweet reassurances in her ear. Susan stood guard, her face turned to the dying embers surrounding the Stone Table as the Witch and her people dissipated, leaving a cooling corpse on top of the monument.

"We must go," Sylvia croaked from the ground. "You must warn your brothers and the army of what has taken place this night."

"We - we cannot leave him," Lucy shook her head, her shoulders shaking.

Sylvia was resolved and she placed a hand on the young girl's shoulder, smiling at her old friend who she did not know yet, "Than I will go in your steed."

She turned to Susan, bowing. "May I trouble you for an arrow, Your Majesty? As a sign that I come on your behalf?"

Susan's brows furrowed in a delicate frown and Sylvia found herself realizing that the queen she once looked up to was the same age as her.

"Who are you?"

Sylvia smiled and inclined her head. "You may call me Sylvia."

With that, she was off, running through the forest with a red-feathered arrow in hand. They were not far from the camp and she arrived just before daylight fell on the tents.

She slipped into the tent beside Aslan's, her breaths haggard and gasping, preparing to tell Peter of the news when his sword was levelled on her throat in a slash of silver.

"Peace be with you, Your Majesty," she croaked, clearing her throat from the tears she had shed. "I come bearing news of your sisters."

"You're that girl," Edmund spoke up from his cot, his hand sneaking over to the knife on the chest below him. His eyes flickered to the entrance. "Is she here?"

She knew who he was referring to and was quick to assure, "I escaped, Your Majesty. With help of Susan and Lucy. I come with a message, with your permission?"

Peter reluctantly nodded and she told them of what had passed on the Stone Table, sending both boys storming out the tent to confront Oreius, who waited outside while Peter searched Aslan's tent to confirm Sylvia's story.

There was only one course of action to take in his absence.

They would go to war.

Sylvia was allowed a bow and quiver full of arrows, stationed with Edmund far above the violence about to take place. Both for her safety and to ensure that if she was a spy, she would not be able to do much so far away from the two colliding forces.

Sylvia liked to think that after taking part in the Second Battle of Beruna, she would have no problem surviving the First.

Seeing the scene play out as it did on the walls of the How was more than she could ever imagine. As Edmund raised his sword with his brother and let out a war cry that sent the Gryphons diving from the cliffs, Sylvia allowed herself to let one out in kind.

One of the Gryphons allowed her onto his back and she was reminded of Airguard, her and Edmund's Gryphon escort to the Battle of Castle Caspian.

And so she flew over the armies, laughing in merriment as they stopped low. In a daring move, she shot an arrow right at the Witch's head and snarled when the woman deflected it with wide eyes, surprised to see her little prisoner amongst the enemies forces.

Her Gryphon took her back to Edmund and they ran down the hill, side by side. She saw his duel with the Witch from between the jagged stones, taken back to his mural on the stone wall in the How.

Her heart stuttered when the point of the sceptre imbedded itself in the boy's abdomen and her scream wrecked echoed through the stones.

She fought her way over to him and defend him as Peter dealt with the Witch, as Aslan re-joined the fray with the creatures from the Witch's castle and when he finally finished her off.

She called over Lucy, stumbling back with his blood staining her skirts and watched as his siblings gathered around him. Knowing his fate as she knew the fate of the battle, she stalked off to help the other soldiers and cursed herself for getting emotional.

Later, during their coronation, she stood by the Beavers and watched as they were crowned Kings and Queens, a witness to a historical moment she had only ever heard from Doctor Cornelius's stories.

She was seated amongst the fauns, who were impressed by her bold shot towards the Witch and she laughed and dined freely, letting the wine spill and dining them all with a song or two before she caught Aslan making his way from the hall.

She stumbled up after him, slightly embarrassed to catch him such a disarray but she could not let him leave without asking him:

"What of my return, my Lord? Am I to stay so far from Caspian? Will I ever see him again?"

"Have faith, Sylvia of Narnia. You will see your time again."

Aslan left, his paws sinking into the sand of the shores below before disappearing entirely, leaving Sylvia to resolve the sense of missing of home in her stomach.

Faith was all she had as she returned to the festivities, falling into step with Lucy and Mr Tumnus as they returned from the balcony. Linking arms with the young queen, she re-introduced herself and watched as young Edmund brooded in a dark corner, as Susan indulged the soldiers in a rosy-cheeked dance and Peter stood talking quietly with Orieus, the centaur laying a comforting hand on the king's shoulder.

For now, Sylvia's time could wait.

She would see her friends into their Golden Age.