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hii hannah! i consider you a 007 expert, so i wondered if you could recommend which bond movie i should watch, like in which is he the sluttiest whumpiest bitch ever?👀👀
Ooooooough okay first off, thank you lol I’m so honored.
Short answer: I think you might enjoy Pierce Brosnan’s Bond the best, he gets beat down a lot but his movies still have a good balance of goofy/serious. He is also drenched in water with hilarious frequency, truly wet and pathetic. And definitely the sluttiest Bond to me.
Therefore I’d recommend Goldeneye (1995) ! The main villain has the most “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” feelings towards Bond, and his right hand (arm. man.) henchwoman’s whole deal is that she loves to crush men to death with her thighs which she subjects Bond to at least twice lol.
Long answer: I’ll also rec a few others with various Bond actors though so you can like pick your choice of vibe and intensity if Goldeneye doesn’t seem like your thing since the Bond franchise covers the entire range of silly to serious. Under the cut vvv
Unfortunately some of Pierce Brosnan’s truly sluttiest moments are in his two shittiest movies lol. That being said if you really just wanna have fun seeing Bond get tossed around and don’t care as much about the quality of the plot then you could also check out The World is Not Enough (1999) or Die Another Day (2002). The World is Not Enough has a great torture scene where he’s put in a ridiculous strangulation device while the villainess sits on his lap. and Die Another Day also has Bond captured and tortured in the first thirty minutes, the opening song is literally intercut with clips of him getting like sexily tortured lmao. Completely ridiculous. And post-rescue he spends a good chunk of time in hospital jammies with scruffy grown-out hair and beard getting scolded by M.
As for other Bonds:
Dr. No (1962) the very first Bond movie, actually has some pretty good scenes of Bond getting beat down. He gets knocked unconscious like at least twice, beat by henchmen, and drugged and undressed/redressed (the old pajama treatment lol) then creepily stared at in bed by the villain lol. And has a great scene where he has to crawl through a hot steam vent to escape imprisonment. Sean Connery’s Bond is the most macho though so he’s pretty stoic through it all. Somewhat slutty but not very pathetic lol.
If you wanna check out Roger Moore, The Spy Who Loved (1977) me has a pretty great fight scene in which Bond is just getting tossed around a train car by Jaws, a villain twice his size with metal teeth that he tries to bite Bond to death with lol. I personally think Roger Moore was like actually a little scared filming this scene with a man so much larger than him because he has the most animated facial expressions I’ve ever seen on him lmao. Jaws’ hand fits over his entire face and he does just grab Bond by the face more than once.
Timothy Dalton in License to Kill (1989) has a pretty good scene where he’s taken captive by the villain and given the pajama treatment as well (I believe you’ve seen the clip I’ve posted of this before lol). And gets knocked around pretty good in some of the other fight scenes throughout. Overall it’s only a decent movie though I think.
Lastly if you want to see Bond truly, truly tortured. Daniel Craig definitely gets beat up the most in general out of any of the Bonds lol, he gets nicely bloodied and disheveled in pretty much every fight scene, and Casino Royale (2006) has the uh, infamous cock and ball torture scene. The whole works in this scene: captured, stripped naked, beaten + he’s going through the entire emotional range from screaming to laughing hysterically through the pain. It’s extremely brutal though. I knew about this scene going in but it was still way more intense than I expected. Zero goofiness.
#im so sorry I cant give short answers 😂 I hope this isn’t too many options#I cannot rein myself in#in my defense there’s almost 30 Bond movies lol#forgive me also anyone who has to see this post in search results for these movies if youre only looking for gifsets lol. Im so sorry#asks#hannah is talking
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That's it, right? As embarrassing as that is to say, I've had trouble taking care of myself on my own for a long time. That's a statement I can make out loud. What to actually do about it, I don't know yet.
#p#I think that's why my thoughts keep circling back to inpatient#because that's the externalisation of finally admitting I can't take care of myself solo#and actually putting that burden where it belongs instead of where it doesn't#it would be easier if Breathing Through It could be a full time job#the challenge is actually needing to function and earn a living at the same time#and actually I refuse to call it pathetic or embarassing again I'm genuinely too tired to even do shame#I'm at the point of Not Well where the rest of the world has to decide what to do with me#because I sure cannot do that for myself and that's uh. inpatient I guess#I just never expected to end up here#I've genuinely just been keeping my shit together for three decades#and I'm about 12 months overdue on someone else needing to take the goddamn reins
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Growing up in a family with a couple autistic hyperfocusers and a bunch of avid readers and one Normal Guy and then a (now-adult) baby sister with a major learning disability has completely ruined my ability to have any idea what "an average person" knows about.
Like, we've got one person who hasn't even seen a single minute of the Lord of the Rings films, and another has a degree in English literature and did an entire semester on the works of Tolkien. Which one of these peoples is more "normal"? I have no idea!
Or that post of classics puns from Twitter:
How many of these jokes does the average person get? Do they understand Icarus and Medusa but not Orpheus and the joke about "Nobody"?
Anyway it's sometimes a problem because I can (and will!) explain anything at the drop of a hat, but I often am unsure about where to stop.
Like I'm trying to explain how you run Doom on Crabs. Do I need to explain how logic gates work? How transistors work? How computers work? Where do I stop talking and leave it unexplained? Because if I don't rein myself in, I will explain the whole stack from top to bottom and we'll be here all day.
And it's one of those cases where there's not an answer, which I feel is a common bind for people on the autism spectrum to be in. So many of these "don't get social cues" type problems are not because we don't know the answer, in the sense of just being ignorant of what it is, it's that the answer is "it depends on the situation".
Like the question of language formality, or swearing. How much should you swear, if any? There isn't an answer, because it depends on the context. How much is acceptable wildly changes from a hangout with friends to a work meeting to a courthouse to a church.
And similarly, "what does the average person know?" cannot be answered singularly. I explain different things more or less depending on if I'm talking on Tumblr or mastodon or a discord server, because of course you would.
I expect Tumblr to know more about trans issues and fandom, and I expect mastodon (at least the corner I hang out in) to know more about x86 assembly and floppy disks.
But even knowing that and having some success at doing it, there's still some tension because it's the kind of question where the answer is something like "I don't know, you'll have to play it by ear and pick up on subtle social clues" and BOY IS THAT NOT A TYPE OF SITUATION I'M GOOD AT!
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Neteyam x reader.
I suppose I’ll just have to do myself. This is literally my first time writing fan fiction which I have been an avid reader of myself for years!! Due to the lack of Neteyam fics I’ve decided to take the reins into my own hands!!!
Please go easy on me!!
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This is set before the humans come back to Pandora and the Sully family are still living in the forest.
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Isn’t life strange? How can a simple touch change an entire friendship? Perhaps it was only myself who felt the shift in feelings towards Neteyam but it happened and I have been left with the consequences of a heart aching for a love that may not even be reciprocated.
“Why are you ignoring me?” Neteyam asks, The eldest Sully brother has caught me by the river washing soiled loin clothes. His eyes were filled with a mix of annoyance and anger from my sudden change in disposition towards him.
“I am not ignoring you, I am simply busy.” My tone curt, I truly cannot understand how love and longing has made me sour. I spoke to my sister on how she felt when encountering love, she told me wistful tales of secret moments shared under the stars, endless laughter and the constant preening of hair to look her best. I know I love him but his presence causes me to tense up, like my throat is being held and manipulated to speak in nothing but short, blunt sentences.
“You know what I mean!” He says kneeling down next to me desperately trying to catch my eye line but being sorely disappointed when I stand up from the edge of the small pond twisting the loin cloth to expel any excess water. “You haven’t looked at me in three days, have I done something to upset you? Please tell me so I can make it right.” He practically begged but I ignored Neteyam once more leaving him staring at his reflection in the water.
Neteyam was so angry, why wouldn’t you talk to him?! Ever since you two had be mere toddlers you had both spent your days with one another chasing beetles or watching hunters flying on their Ikran. Your days had been filled with endless laughter, jokes and smiles but now that had all been ripped away from Neteyam for no reason and he wanted answers.
“What is wrong?” Neytiri asks her eldest son who was crouched by the fire. His glare was thoughtful but he also stole the occasional glance at you who sat across from the flames talking with Kiri. Why were you smiling at her but not him? Neteyam wracked his brain for any moment in recent days that might have offended you.
“I am fine, Mother.” Neteyam snapped but Neytiri followed his gaze across to you. She couldn’t help but sigh “You two have been friends for as long as you both could walk. A friendship like that is not easy to break my son.” Neytiri offered her words of comfort to her son but Neteyam sighed running a hand through his hair his gaze returning back to you.
“Why will you not just tell him how you feel? Just from the way he looks at you it is obvious that he feels the same.” Kiri said to you but you just roll your eyes. “It is not that simple Kiri, we have been friends for so long and I am afraid that I could jeopardise years of happy memories because of my feelings.” You express to Kiri who looks like she wants to strangle you.
The night proceeds with you and Neteyam sharing stolen glances from across the fire. It seemed that the hostility was getting to the eldest son as he stood from his crouch and strode over towards you. His steps were long and powerful as navi heads turned from the powerful sight. Neteyam grabbed your hand pulling you up from your place on the floor “What are you doing?” You hiss but he did not stop dragging you away from the large crowd and out into the open air.
“Neteya..” he cuts you off.
“Why are you ignoring me? Do you know how frustrating this is?! To have someone you care about so deeply ignore you for no reason!” His frustration was clear from his tone and face.
“I am not ignoring you!” You snap like a venomous snake.
“Yes you are! You do not greet me with smiles anymore, you do not ask to braid my hair, you do not run to me to tell me about your day. It all stopped and I want to know why!” He takes a step closer, his anger flared inside him, chest heaving as he waited for your response.
“I’m not-“ You start to say but Neteyam stops you by sighing, his hand caressing your cheek, his forehead pressed up against yours.
“Please just tell me what I have done wrong, I will do anything to make amends but just please do not ignore me, my heart cannot take it.” He speaks in soft hushed tones, this moment was just meant for the two of you and perhaps now you could confess.
“Two days ago, in the clearing just beyond the mountains your finger tips brushed my cheek, it was such a simple gesture Neteyam but it changed something within me. It shifted my world, my feelings towards you changed within that moment and I’m afraid that my feelings will ruin our friendship.” You explain and his eyes soften immediately but he remains close to you.
“You have feelings for me?” He asks softly, your bright yellow eyes meet his as you nod slowly. “You do not know how long I have waited for you to say that. I…I thought that I had lost you.” He says the relief on his face stuns you. “My love, I have adored you since we were children, my heart beats only to see your smiling face.”
You cannot believe what you are hearing. Neteyam has always felt the same way, for how many years? It seems that you haven’t been in love alone at all and from that moment you swear to yourself that you shall never let Neteyam forget how much you love him.
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some like it hot
rosquez :) based on this picture
this is my first time writing smut lol so apologies for the length :(
also i am SHIT at writing dialogue i am so sorry
It's an ugly feeling. There's no air conditioning in the room they're staying in and Vale has Marc pressed into the mattress with his hand in his hair, the window thrown open as an only respite to the feverish weather. A rectangle of pure heat frames Marc's head, the sunlight separating it from the rest of his body that lies beneath the shadow of Valentino. They're both rank with sweat and as Vale mouths the column of Marc's neck he also tastes: sunscreen, the saliva in his mouth, the metal links of a necklace. Valentino grins, taking the chain between his teeth, and he pulls. He was always one to take the reins that were handed to him, to bite the bit when the time was right. And Marc is easy, so easy; a loud, choked off gasp leaving him as he follows Vale's lead, his head rearing back. Vale can feel Marc's throat working against the chain, the movement pressing the links into his tongue. Another sound escapes Marc, a little hiccuping whine, and Vale chooses this moment to let go of the necklace; rewarding him with a particularly nasty downstroke of the hips, his dick somehow feeling hotter than the searing entirety of Marc all around him. God, it was hot, his palm damp in Marc's hair, sweat dripping into his eyes and making them sting. He can feel Marc, how he bucks with impatience, that he's close, and he can see it in his minds eye, the finish, tunnel vision like in the straight before a checkered flag. So, Vale does what he would with the bike: chest pressed against the burnished skin of Marc's back, he brings it home.
"You should wear my things more", he tells Marc after, when they are no longer so sticky with sweat. He's rewarded with a breathy little laugh, and as Vale feels Marc's hand stroke through his hair he thinks he can still see the little indentations left behind by the necklace on Marc's neck, the number 46 still vaguely etched into the side of his collarbone. The feeling that overwhelms him, then, can only be described as terrifying. Never has he felt something so total and absolute for someone that it eclipses all reason, that he has to close his eyes to let it pass. When he has gathered enough sense back into himself, Marc's gaze is upon him, sweet and amber in the fading daylight. Maybe he fell asleep, the heat dragging him under, making everything slow, slow. Vale has always counted himself as one of the luckiest men in the world but he never thought he would be so lucky to have this, to walk off from the table having gambled all of his life's savings away but for one coin, one more bet left in the cards. That, he supposes, is love, and the sweltering confines of the cheap motel room suddenly become altogether too much again. The soft smile on Marc's face ticks into something sharper, bladed with mischief. "Well, obviously, since you're such a narcissist", he replies, oh the little bastard! Vale cannot help the incredulous sound that tumbles out of him. Inspired, he reaches towards the little charm of his number around Marc's neck, bringing it to his mouth to kiss it. Now it's Marc's turn to laugh his odd laugh, his shoulders shaking with mirth, eyes crinkled with it. "I am entirely full of myself but so are you," Vale declares, wiggling his eyebrows for maximum effect. He's an old dog with old tricks, but who is anyone except for Marc to judge? And Vale knows, sees Marc fall for it every time, his giggles intensifying as Vale sets upon him with kisses all along his neck and face. He was thinking of something more permanent, maybe. He was thinking about a ring on Marc's finger. But that can wait, because if anything, they have time. They have all the time in the world.
#rosquez#eternalectics#must emphasize that they fuck nasty#bruh it isnt a motogp fic if there isnt at least one bike metaphor :p#YAHOOOOO#THEY ARE IN A CHEAP HOTEL ROOM BECAUSE THEY DONT WANT ANYONE RECOGNIZING THEM. JPG.
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I Have Always Been A Storm, Part 1
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Aemond Targaryen x Floris Baratheon
In the year 128AC, Floris Baratheon weds Aemond Taragryen, a daughter and a son both driven to duty, now bound to each other when the realm is on the brink of war. Floris is enamoured by the Prince, but love is something she can only hope will bloom once her vows have been said before the eyes of the Seven- AU where Aemond and Floris marry before the Dance of the Dragons.
Warnings: 18+, smut, pregnancy, arranged marriage, canon divergence, angst, possibly quite a lot of angst, hurt/comfort
A/n: Surprise!! It's the Florismond fic no one asked for :) Planning on this being a 3 part mini series.
“A terrible coincidence,” my husband says.
Head bowed, he kneels before me where I sit on the end of our bed. Thunder and lightning rage beyond the windows but he has brought the storm inside with him. The rainwater that has drenched his hair and his riding leathers soak through my nightgown. I keep my jaw tight and my teeth pressed together to stop myself from shivering.
He has discarded his gloves to hold my hands in his, leaving a trail of kisses and tears on my skin. He circles the pad of his thumb over my fingertips, over the callouses left by my years of devotion to the harp. His hands are calloused too, from his sword, from the reins on Vhagar’s saddle.
He lifts his chin to look at me. I scarcely recognise him. My husband is a proud young man, always poised, never loud, often cold and stoic, gentle around the right people, his mother, his sister, me.
His single eye is glistening and glassy, the blue of his iris vibrant despite his distress. His breaths are laboured, his lips parted. I see nothing but hopelessness in him, but even like this, I wonder if the gods will ever manage to create a person quite so beautiful as Aemond Targaryen.
I slip a hand out of his grasp and, as gently as I can, pull on the eyepatch that covers the left side of his face. He lets me do it, as he has done many times before. A burst of lighting catches in the uneven edges of his sapphire eye. The twisted flesh that frames it is red, I wonder if it is hurting him.
I asked him once, why he was so reluctant to display this part of himself, why he wanted to hide it from me when we were first married.
His reply was always that he did not wish to frighten me.
What reason would I have to fear a scar? I’ve seen plenty of blood in my life, hunts, tourneys, accidents in the training yard. I see my own blood every moon. How could I fear my own husband?
He’s stuttering, sobbing, choking on his words. “I didn’t– I– I tried to stop her– but I was so– I just wanted him to…”
Heat rises behind my eyes. My skin is cold, my limbs frozen, but the shock is starting to wear off. I cannot listen to any more or I will surely break.
I hush him, curling my whole body over his head. If he sees my face he will think I fear him, he will think I am horrified by him. I run a hand over his damp hair and he rests his face against the swell of my stomach.
Before he left, only a matter of days ago, after he had kissed my lips sore and stolen all the air from my lungs, he had come down to his knees to kiss my belly. By Maester Orwlye’s estimation, I only have a month left of my term. By tradition, I should be in confinement, but Aemond had ordered against it. He could not bear the thought of being apart from me, and I him. He has his own books and correspondences with Maesters across the continent. In Dorne, expectant mothers are encouraged to exercise as much as they can, to breathe fresh air and feel the sun on their skin. This would be best for our child, Aemond decided, rather than keeping me a dark bedchamber with only midwives and septas for company.
Queen Alicent had said from the start that Aemond would make for a devoted husband, that he has always been a man of duty.
An awful sense of dread runs through my blood.
I should be glad that he has returned to me, and I am, I am .
“I wanted the boy to fear me. I did not imagine that I might…”
What can I say to him? What can I do to ease his suffering when I cannot stand the feeling of his body so close to mine?
I am bound to him, through vows, through witnesses. I have given him my body and he has given me his. I carry his blood in my womb, my child as much as it is his. Most irreversibly of all, my heart is twined with his. I love him, and yet...
When he places a palm against my stomach, over the space where our babe grows, all I can think is that this is the hand of a kinslayer. Whatever fate the gods have for him now is my fate also. If he has cursed himself, then I too am cursed.
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god reader telling fyodor that ranpo will beat his ass any day now i wanna make him sob and wail
quick drabble here non!!! pls excuse the poor editing im exhausted :<<
note: fyodor calls reader 'my lord'
"you have to stop pursuing the detective agency," you've practiced these words in your head, realizing the only way to gain control of your situation was by playing into the role you were assigned, taking the reins that fyodor had offered, "i will make sure that they won't stand in our way."
fyodor freezes, but not in the usual manner when you could tell it was because he was mesmerized by what he called your divine light—this was out of something akin to shock. you had never called out to him on your own accord, never spoken while he kneeled in his daily prayers, but it was fruitless to keep it that way any longer.
"if that is what you wish…" he pauses, an uneasy sensation filling the room, "forgive me, my lord, but may i know why?"
for a moment, anger flashes in you. you think of all you've lost because of his foolish beliefs and your rage boils—is this what he kept you here for, calling you a god—his god? was it only to use you as an excuse? if he truly believed in his own claims, why would you have to explain anything?
wasn't he the one who should be apologizing?
"i do not mean to question your judgement," he says, unsettled by your silence, "it's…you have never shown any interest in those who have been sacrificed for you, my lord. i was merely…curious."
for once, he sounds unsure of himself, and you feel a twisted sense of satisfaction in watching him squirm. deep down, you wonder if he's won already seeing how easily you've been taking to the role he thrust upon you.
"why should i have to explain myself to you?"
his eyes widen, though your voice was not any louder than it had been all along. maybe it was the unfamiliar tinge of anger in your tone, the way you uttered the words like it was the most obvious thing in the world—like he was the fool for daring to question you.
"forgive my foolishness," he whispers, "your humble servant is forever in need of your guidance and wisdom."
"you cannot compare to the detective," you finally say, hoping he'll finally accept your decision, "he will destroy all you've worked for if you pursue them any longer."
something akin to betrayal shines in fyodor's eyes, "…the one without an ability?"
"he does not need an ability to surpass you. all he needs is a reason," you glare at the crouched figure, "one you've already started to give with your reckless actions. leave him be. i will see to it that your actions will not hinder us any longer."
fyodor's head hangs low, lower than before, out of what you suspect is shame and distress.
"forgive me," he echoes softly, "forgive my insolence. you are all-knowing, and i only wished to be of use to you, to become someone worthy of your grace. my impertinent suggestions have burdened you. i only pray that you will show me mercy, and continue to guide your foolish servant."
he again lowers himself in whispered prayer, and you tell yourself to look away. to know that he was undeserving of even the slightest acknowledgment would serve as the greatest punishment.
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New Year's Pt.2 18+
Warnings: 18+ (no minors), inexperienced!reader, tiny bit of jealousy, oral (m&f receiving), pet names, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (please be smarter than Kakashi & reader here), fingering, lil bit of choking, praise, lots of making out lol
A/N: Sorry it's late and kinda short, I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
Word Count: 2.7 K
Who knew a first kiss could be so desperate, so full of need? You didn’t quite understand your feelings for Kakashi before, and you’ll admit that the alcohol led you here tonight – or morning, rather- but the way he kisses you has sobered you right up. You were drunk and silly for coming here, not even truly knowing the reason why, but now his hands are gently grasping your neck, and you’re opening yourself up for him. He wants more, and you’ll gladly give it.
You become pliable for him while he gropes you. It feels like the natural thing to do, to allow him your body, your lips. It’s all his now, and he uses you expertly.
His tongue is addicted to the taste of you, never once leaving your mouth while his curious hands explore your skin. Goosebumps chase after his fingertips anywhere he touches you, and he’s satisfied with how noisy you’ve become. He wonders...how many men have been able to make you feel this way? Jealousy takes the reins in his head, causing his grip to tighten around your throat.
Much to your displeasure, he stops kissing you; but now you can view him in his full glory. You feel love-drunk, maybe a bit silly as well; you just cannot stop staring. The two of you share something intimate now. You share a secret, one he’s never given to someone else.
“Did you wear this, hoping I would see it?” he ponders hotly while tugging at your tight dress. You nod with a sexy grin on your face. Impossibly, he thinks he’s fallen harder for you. “Fuck...” he draws out before pulling you back in.
In a moment, his hands are groping you again, now with more urgency. He wants to peel that annoying dress off of you and worship your skin, adorning it with his love marks. He wants to hear how loud you can really be, and he especially wants to hear you call out his name. That’s the first goal, he thinks, to make you scream for him.
His attention turns to your neck, particularly the spot that makes you arch into his embrace. Already, a dark mark has bloomed, and you don’t seem to mind; he thinks you might actually love it.
As he makes his way towards the peak of your breasts, he feels your body stiffen ever so slightly, and he removes himself. “You okay?” His throat feels blocked, but he tries his best to sound soft with you. Your cheeks are warm underneath his fingertips, and he searches your face for emotion. You seem...nervous, and of course that rubs off on him.
“What’s wrong?” He cups your face with such anxiety, you feel sad for him. “Nothing, nothing, I promise. I just uhhh...I dunno. I didn’t prepare myself for this...” He’s confused. Prepared what?
“What do you mean?” He speaks softly, still caressing your face in his hands. You feel hot and slightly at a loss for words. That alcohol was not strong enough for this.
“You know...I would have made myself look nicer if I had known the night would end this way.” He grins at you, modestly amused. You could have shown up in oversized pajamas, his reaction would be the same. The dress is lovely but only because it’s you who’s flaunting it.
He leans into you, kissing the color from your cheeks. “You always look amazing to me,” he murmurs into your hot skin while leaving wet kisses across your throat. You can’t stay nervous around him, not while he’s complimenting you between kisses.
“Anytime I see you...” he moves your hand to squeeze his crotch, “...you do this to me.” Your innocent look of surprise makes him stir in your hand. “I really could care less if you’re prepared, I always want you.” His voice is richer than you’ve ever heard, it sends shivers through your muscles.
As if by instinct, his name drops gracefully from your lips; but before you can say more, he silences your voice with a sloppy kiss. You feel dizzy again.
He can tell you don’t know what to do; your hand hasn’t made any movements of its own. Your only guide is his hand over yours, rubbing just how he likes it. He’s trying to make sure you’re comfortable, but it’s growing harder for him to maintain his cool composure while your hand grows more curious in its exploration of his body.
Kakashi resumes his work on your breasts, groaning while he sucks onto the supple skin. Your grip is tight around his cock, and you whisper his name, “Ka-kashi...” It’s a desperate whine, and his body responds immediately.
He’s too impatient; he’s waited long enough to have you, and now you’re here, in his arms with your hand grasping his cock. Why should he make himself wait any longer?
Without a word, Kakashi gently nudges you towards the largest couch in his living room, never daring to stop kissing your skin. Once the cool leather touches your thighs, you plop down obediently; but he doesn’t join you.
Kakashi has an idea...you can see it in that devilishly handsome smile.
“Will you do something for me?” He requests softly while brushing a few loose strands of hair away from your eyes. You’re curious...you have no desire to deny him, so you nod enthusiastically. That seems to please him, and something within you burns with pride.
He leans to place a chaste kiss upon your lips, then begins to unbutton his pants. Excitement pools into your panties...he wants to use your mouth. Kami, you think you may overheat.
Once his boxers are removed, your eyes go wide. Surely, he can’t expect you to fit all of that down your throat. You sneak a glance at his face, only to find him grinning at you while he strokes his cock.
“What’s the matter?” he cocks his head playfully to the side. “You’ve never sucked on something this big?” He reaches to caress your warm cheek with his free hand, still stroking his cock with the other. You shake your head ‘no’. “I’ve never...I mean-not even...”
Kakashi’s eye widens. That can’t be possible; if he wasn’t about to fuck your throat, he might be annoyed with the obviously daft men of Konoha.
“That’s okay, Pretty, let me show you how.” His thumb strokes your cheek while you move to the edge of the cushion. His erection is intimidating, too intimidating; you have to maintain eye contact with Kakashi while he moves himself closer to your mouth.
“Now, just take the tip into your mouth...and start off slow.” He can hardly get the words out. Preferably, he would just take your throat then and there without mercy, but he won’t have you getting scared on him.
Instead, he gently guides his cock towards your swollen lips, and you give him one more look before bravely taking him into your mouth, just how he instructed. The hiss he releases scares you, but his fingers tangled in your hair ensures that you can’t remove yourself. You look up to him, wondering if you did something wrong when you see the crimson of his sharingan glaring back at you. You moan around his cock, instinctively taking more of him into your mouth while you hollow your cheeks around the length.
The idea of going down on a man had always made you nervous. Your sexual experience is already minimal at best, but no one had ever seemed interested in using your mouth. After tonight though? You can’t understand that anxious feeling.
This is fun for you; it’s like your own secret experiment. You’re exploring what makes Kakashi noisy, and you’ve concluded that he loves the back of your throat. Anytime you push yourself to your limits, to where you’re gagging around his length, his eyes roll while incoherent curses spill from his lips. You want him to stop holding back, you can tell he is.
Your eyes lock with his while you regress to more gentle sucking, and you whine around him.
“What is it, Pretty?” He grins down at your messy face. Of course, you have no way to tell him what you want, so you place your hands on his hips, then push them towards you. This time, you gag harder than before, but Kakashi gets the hint.
“Oh...you want me to use your mouth?” He bites his lower lip, dying to fulfill that fantasy of his. When you nod wildly around his cock, something inside of him snaps.
Without wasting anytime, Kakashi tightly grips your hair and leads you onto his cock. He hardly gives you time to recover when you gag, he just sends you down the thick length again and again. You can’t help but lock eyes with him while he fucks your throat, and the sight almost makes him cum. He’s not ready for that.
Suddenly, his cock is no longer in your mouth, and you’re panting while drool spills from your lips.
“Come with me.” Kakashi’s voice is clipped while he pulls you from the couch and into his arms. He kisses you deeply before leading you to a closed door that you presume is his bedroom.
Kakashi wastes no time now; as soon as your bottom touches the edge of his bed, he’s kneeling before you, sliding his fingers towards your damp panties.
This is yet another act you have no experience with. You’re starting to think your prior “experience” is child's-play compared to this.
“Kakashi...” you whisper. He hums into your hot skin. “I’ve never done this either.” Your words make him stop. Now he really is annoyed. How could someone completely neglect your needs, when all he wants is to devour you? He’s been hungry for you for years, and you gave yourself to men who couldn’t take care of you. He’s livid.
He doesn’t say a word, only nudges your legs open for him so he can easily slide down your panties. Once he eyes your glistening cunt, his mouth waters. He won’t waste any time on words. He just wants to make you scream; and you do.
His mouth latches around your sensitive clit and he sucks until you’re arching towards the sky while incoherently chanting his name. Just what he likes to hear...
He smiles impishly over your folds, then eases a single finger into your dripping hole. You seem overstimulated from the added pressure; you’re shaking furiously, fingers grasping desperately into his silver locks. He tries to look at your face, but your head is thrown back into the mattress. He immediately doesn’t like that.
“Look at me,” he demands. It takes you several seconds before you can obey him, but when you do, the image almost makes you cum. His sharingan is still glaring at you, and he looks gorgeous with his mouth on your cunt. Now, you can’t look away.
“K-Kaskashi!” You pant. “I’m so close...” Your voice is barely audible, and he can see your eyes begin to close. For the first time, he slaps your thigh. “Don’t look away from me, Pretty, or I’ll stop.” His threat makes you whine, but of course, you obey.
He pushes deep into you, deeper than before, and continues to suck on your clit. The stimulation is too much, and within seconds, you’re orgasming around his finger while calling out his name.
He creeps up your body, slowly peeling the dress with him while he softly shushes you. Once your hips are bare to him, he leaves a trail of wet kisses on your skin, leisurely working his way towards your breasts.
You lift your arms to allow the dress over your body, and he admires your choice to forgo a bra; it allows him to suck them into his mouth once they’re revealed to him.
He thinks he’ll play with you for a bit, maybe allow you to gather yourself before he continues his rough fucking.
You notice suddenly, Kakashi is still wearing clothes; you’re completely naked. A frown forms on your lips. “Why aren’t you naked?” You whine softly. The vibration of his laugh on your skin tickles.
“How thoughtless of me,” he leans to place a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Let me fix that for you.” With a grin, he sits up straight and effortlessly removes this navy long sleeve. Though you’ve already had his cock down your throat this morning, you can’t stop the blush that warms your cheeks. He’s too sexy, in all of his naked, muscular glory. You don’t fail to notice the scars marring his otherwise perfect skin; and you silently promise to give them your full attention later.
The way you blush for him pokes and prods at his impatience, he can’t keep waiting.
“Can I have you, Pretty?” His hardened length slides along your folds while he nips at the sensitive skin of your neck. You don’t fully understand his question, so you give a safe answer, “You can have all of me, Kakashi.”
He groans before nudging into you without warning; your words are wearing down his resolve.
Even if he wanted to, you’re too tight for him to sheath his length in your cunt. He has to work just the tip in, over and over; he thinks you might cry from the teasing. Already, you’re begging him to fill you up.
“Please Kakashi...” you pant for him. “Please stop teasing.” Your plea is weak, it’s not enough to satisfy his perverted desires.
He continues to tease, even when he knows you’re aroused enough to take his cock. Until you beg properly, he won’t fuck you properly.
“Tell me what you want, use your words,” he commands softly. You whine at first, but you’re not able to deny him.
“I wanna feel you deeper...” He continues his torturous pace, still not satisfied. “Need to feel you deeper Kakashi! I’ve wanted you for so long, please don’t make me wait anymore.” Tears are hiding in the corners of your eyes while you desperately try to move your hips against his grip.
Luckily for you, he’s finally satisfied. Actually, more than satisfied; he’s fucking elated. You’ve finally confessed to him, told him everything he needs to hear. He doesn’t waste a second before bottoming out inside of you.
Pain shoots through his back from your tight grip, but he doesn’t let it stop him for a moment. He’s relentlessly pounding into you while he watches your face contort with pleasure. You’ve probably never had it this good, he thinks. He promises to change that forever.
While grasping your face in his hands, he makes you lock eyes with him. “Tell me how long you’ve been waiting for this...tell me how badly you’ve wanted me.” He knows speaking will be difficult for you, he just wants to play with you some more.
“I - Ah! Kakashi...I’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted you for so long.” He bottoms out inside of you, pushing as deep as he can. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve straddled my pillow, wishing it was you instead.” Impossibly, he quickens his pace, hastened by your confessions. “You’re the only person who’s made me cum without even being there.”
It’s too much for him; while trying to overstimulate you, he’s overdone himself. He’s closer than he wants to be, and he's about to pull out before you lock your legs around his hips. “Please don’t stop,” you beg hotly. “I’m so close, ah! Please ‘Kashi.” Your babbling drives him crazy, and he’s too lost in desire to worry about not wearing a condom. If he was totally honest with himself, the thought only drives him wilder.
Your orgasm shocks you, the intensity of it almost mind-numbing as Kakashi finishes inside of you. This sensation is addictive, you think.
He doesn’t pull out, nor does he stop rocking into you. He’s surprised even himself; no one has ever kept his dick this hard. Like a man obsessed, he buries his face in your breasts, sucking roughly on the skin there.
“I can’t get enough of you...” he confesses to your skin. “You’ve made me wait too long... I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.” He grins devilishly at you. “Do you want me to stop?” He rocks deep inside of you, pulling a gasp from your lips.
“Please...” you beg hotly. “Please, don't stop.” He throws his head back before pounding into you once again, fully intending to head your desire.
He no longer feels guilt for missing your party; having his way with you, even after the sun comes up, is more than worth it.
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8=D < Hello "Grumblr!"
8=D < My moirail had shown me this site, and apparently many of my friends have already signed up—without informing me, no less. I said to myself, “neigh! This cannot be!” Then I promptly corrected myself upon realizing that I had said “neigh” instead of “nay,” the word I had been meaning to use; after which, I made this blog!
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Request by: @omgsuperstarg
Original Request: if there only could be a one shot for this + me desperately wanting to write it lol
Pairing: Namor x Reader
Word Count: 766
Warnings: None
A/N: I changed this scene up a bit and I am not 100% sure I wrote it well but I hope you enjoy this one-shot, hun. Let me know what you think of it xoxo
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It seemed that political unrest kept descending upon Wakanda. It began when my brother, T’Challa, left for the Ancestral Plains to join aabba. Now, a certain fish God had taken the reins to our newfound threats. I look to my Mother as she had cast her gaze to the sea. Her isicola crown shimmered under the sunlight and her long white robe spread down to her feet where the hems touched the sand.
“Mother,” I whisper, placing my hand on her shoulder. “I do not think he intends to keep his promise. He may never show.”
Mother turned, her lips formed into a frown. “I cannot just leave, child. This innocent girl is found in the midst of diplomatic turmoil, only used as a mere pawn for political gain. Unfairly and unjustly. We must wait.”
I nod and turn my gaze towards the crashing sea waves of cerulean blue and turquoise. I could feel the hot sand beneath my feet and when the wind blew against my thin garnet-red robe, I shivered.
“He is here,” Mother announced.
I drew in the salty air, then exhaled sharply as we watched the strong, tall man emerging from the sea waters. As he slowly strode towards us, I stiffen my back at the sight of him. Under the dazzling sun, the bronze of his skin almost seemed to shine against his usekh collar and the rest of his golden accessories. His eyes, like pools of obsidian, bore a hard expression as he looked at me. At once my ire rose, though, Namor did not seemed to be troubled by my angered demeanour as he swept his gaze over my body and studied the way I filled out the robe. I looked away, uncomfortably as my mother inched closer to him, the hems of her dress dancing around her feet as she did so.
“Pray, tell, is the girl alright?” Mother inquires, impatiently. “Is she unharmed?”
Namor nodded. “The scientist is alive and well. She requested to be taken to Talocan in place of your daughter and she will remain there for the time being.”
I let out a dry laugh at the God’s words. He turns and regards me with curiosity. “Did I say something that amuses you, Princess?”
“Your mouth spews such venomous lies, sub-mariner.” I spat, glaring at him. “My sister would have never agreed to let such a thing happen.”
“(Y/N),” my Mother reprimanded.
A smug look played upon Namor’s lips and he walked over to where I stood as if trying to demand my attention before he spoke.“I utter no lies when it comes to the safety of my people. You, surface-dwellers, scatter your poison recklessly with no regard as to what occurs to the lives you destroy. As I stated the scientist will remain in Talocan.”
“Such threats do not rest easily with me.” Mother spoke, clenching her jaw, and pulling me closer to her which only rendered Namor’s smirk to grow wider.
“I am not a woman who enjoys repeating herself,” Mother warned, “Return the scientist to us as it is the vibranium from our lands that she was in search for to complete her project. I give you my word that she will bring no harm to your people nor will the Americans.”
He shook his head, “Such agreements do not happen so naturally. I’d like something in exchange for such a gesture that I will be offering.”
Mother’s face paled as she realized what he meant when his eyes travel to where I stood and slowly walked towards me. “You are asking me to do the impossible,” Mother’s voice trembled as she stood before me, protectively. “I have lost my first-born, I cannot lose my daughter.”
“You forget that I had never agreed to peace being an option.” Everything else happened so suddenly when Namor caught my arm. I found myself standing so close to him that I could see the muscles of his jaw working angrily. “Your scientist will be returned to Wakanda. Mourn your losses and bury your dead as Wakanda will soon burn to ashes.”
“Mother!”
The last moments I remembered were my Mother on her knees, her arms reaching out to me as if she was attempting to use some sort of supernatural force to bring me back. Namor’s grip around my torso grew stronger as the water currents seemed to pull me down the deeper I fell.
My sight began to blur as black dots danced around my vision and I wondered when I’d see my Mother and Shuri again.
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Would That I
Knight! Vash x Royalty! Reader
wc: 5.3k
Warnings: brief mentions of blood, losing an arm.
You are second in line for the throne and Vash is your personal guard, after years of pining, you confess your love and loyalty to each other, but cannot be together.
You grinned as you moved the chess piece, ending the game with a swift checkmate. Vash groaned, leaning back in his chair in defeat. You tried to look anywhere but his exposed arms and exposed throat.
“You win again,” he told you, smiling, “I’m going to have to start practising.”
You stood up from the chair, dusting yourself off. “Oh? And who would you practise with? You said yourself that Sir Wolfwood’s a cheat and Lady Meryl scares you too much to even try to play against her.”
“I’ll start picking up books from the castle library.”
The two of you walked shoulder to shoulder towards the garden’s entrance and Vash had an uncharacteristic frown on his face.
“You’ve been quiet all day.” You told him, a hand lightly placed on his arm. You could feel his body heat through your glove.
“I leave tomorrow. I’ll be gone for a month, at the least. Three at most.”
“Where will you go?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know for sure, some town on the outskirts has had trouble with bandits, we’re being sent to get rid of them. Wolfwood, Milly and myself. A few others.”
“Can I see you off?”
“You must, I fear I’d perish without a good luck farewell from the royal highness themself.”
Three months without your best and closest friend, the aspect made tears threaten to well up in your eyes. “Write to me?”
He ceased his teasing and took your hand in his, clutching it to his chest, his blue eyes looking into your own. “Every week. I’ll even bring you back a souvenir.”
“Just bring yourself back in one piece.”
The air between the two of you was charged with something you couldn’t name, but it faded quickly when he dropped your hand and made his way back towards the barracks.
You watch him until he disappears from your sight and you wonder how you’re supposed to sleep knowing that tomorrow morning could be the last time you see him.
***
Vash is awake before dawn, the sky still an ugly grey. He’s loath to leave your side, but knows you’ll be safe within the kingdom’s walls. He holds the horse’s reins tightly, knuckles turning white and looks out, searching for any sign of you.
Wolfwood and Milly are atop their own horses, but it’s the former who says something.
“We can’t wait for much longer, Vash, the other knights have already left. You sure they're coming?”
He nodded firmly. You wouldn’t lie to him.
Like you’d been summoned, you came tearing down the main square in our sleep clothes, a robe pulled tight around you. The sight made his heart swell.
“Wait! Vash, don’t leave yet!”
Milly and Wolfwood stifled their laughs as you reached them, chest heaving. “Sorry I’m late.”
He hopped off of his horse and you pulled him into a crushing hug, burying your face in his chest.
“Hey,” he whispered, “it’s going to be okay.”
“It doesn’t make sense to send you when you're my bodyguard.”
“But I’m still a knight.”
“I want you to stay here with me. What if you don’t come back?”
He raised your head to look you in the eyes. “I would fight through a million enemies to come back to you.”
“Remember to write to me. Please.”
Vash kissed your hand before he could decide against it. “Every week.”
You bit your lip, like you were going to say something and then decided against it.
“Vash, we’ve gotta go!” Milly called and he sighed.
You grabbed his arm and you crashed your lips to his. He didn’t get a chance to revel in the feeling before you pulled away from and ran back towards the castle. Vash could feel tears on his face, but they weren’t his.
***
The months without Vash were hard and almost too much for you to handle, but letters came every week from Vash, just like he’d promised. Every letter had a flower pressed between the pages.
Meryl, though she thought it was annoying that you kept re-reading his letters during her lessons, knew that there were few people in this world as important to you as Vash. Your own family didn’t even make the list. Being king, queen and the heir to the throne meant that they didn’t have time for you.
It was strange to be anywhere without the blonde knight, you went everywhere together. Joined at the hip, more than a normal royal and their knight should be. Where once there was laughter by your side, there was silence.
You wondered if you had ruined everything with that kiss, however brief it was. When he returned, would he even want to see you? Would he choose to return as your bodyguard? Or would he ask to be replaced, effectively never seeing you again?
He never said anything as such in the letters, but you knew him to be a good liar, a man who never let anyone truly know what he was thinking. He never mentioned the kiss, either.
For you, it was all you had thought about, even before. You knew you had loved Vash for a long time, maybe not love at first sight, but when you got to know him. Maybe when the both of you had turned into teens, when arms and legs were less lanky and voices were deeper. But the when didn’t matter as much as the why. When Vash was as kind and as brave as he was. Always eager to help others, no matter the cost. Even if the cost was his life. It’s why you had been so scared for him to leave, because if it had come down to saving a life and him, he would always choose the former.
The door to the library burst open, and a guard stormed in. “Your highness, the knights have returned.”
You stood, the books piled on your lap spilling to the ground. “Where are they?”
“The clinic. They were all injured, but no fatalities.”
You thanked the guard before rushing out the door. You needed to see him, needed to hold him in your hands to make sure he was actually here and safe.
You slammed the doors to the clinic open, searching the faces for Vash.
Wolfwood, who you didn’t know too well, approached you from the side. “Vash got a private room. Through there.”
You thanked him, before taking off towards the closed door. When you opened it, you gasped.
Vash was on a bed, armour stripped off, fresh scars riddling his body. He sat up slowly. “Told you I’d come back.”
A sob tore its way out of your throat and you collapsed by his bedside.
He took your hand in his.”Hey, it’s alright. I’m okay. It’s not even that bad.”
“You’ve been stabbed. Multiple times, how is that not bad?”
“Well, fighting off millions of enemies to get back to you will do that.” He said with a chuckle and wince.
“Let’s keep it to one enemy at a time.”
“I got you something.” He told you, rubbing a circle into the back of your hand.
“You didn’t need to.”
He shrugged, wincing again. “It reminded me of you, I had to buy it. When I can stand without help, I’ll give it to you.”
You glanced at the closed door and leaned forward, planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Vash was silent for only a moment before he opened his mouth to say something, interrupted by the healer entering the room.
“He’s not supposed to have visitors,” she told you, “even if they are royalty. I’m sorry.”
You nodded and stood up. “Of course, I’ll come back when he’s ready.”
The healer smiled as you bid her farewell and once you were outside of the clinic, you let the tears fall. He had come back to you. Just like he’d promised.
***
Vash is young when he sees you for the first time. You’re young too, but the weight on your shoulders is too heavy. Second in line for the throne but you are already weighed down by a crown you won’t wear.
The knight captain brings him towards your parents and your father nods in approval. You hide behind your mother’s skirts.
The king beckons you forward and you obey, curtsying when you see him. Vash bows, because that was what he was taught.
“This is Vash,” the knight captain introduces him, “we’ve already begun training him to be a knight.”
The king and queen scan him up and down, like he is a horse up for auction. “Perhaps he’d fare better as a bodyguard for our youngest child.”
You look him in the eyes for the first time, and Vash has decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to protect you.
It's something he thinks even now, as he fought to stay alive during his mission, as he saw the necklace that reminded him of you, as he read the words you wrote back to him.
He thinks of the two kisses you had given him, yearning for more, like they were a drug. Like you were a drug. Maybe you were, maybe that would explain how he’d loved you for so long.
It was selfish, perhaps, to keep you so close to him. To take your hand in his so often, to hold you with the intimacy of a lover. You were so beloved to him, it was impossible to think he’d be the same to you.
The box was heavy in his hands as he stood outside of the door to your chambers, now allowed to leave the clinic since he’d healed. He knocked once, quietly, since it was late.
You opened it, your face painted with the soft glow of candlelight. “Vash, I didn’t know you were better, I would’ve come to visit.”
“May I come in?”
“You never need to ask.”
The two of you stood in your room, the door closed and the curtains drawn, no one around to see.
“This is what I got you.” He handed you the box, his gaze averted.
“Vash….this is gorgeous.”
“I said it reminded me of you, didn’t I?”
He knew the necklace, a simple pearl on a gold chain, wasn’t as extravagant as the other things you owned, but it was still beautiful.
You handed him the necklace and turned around. “Help me put it on?”
Carefully, like he was handling a china doll, he clasped the jewellery around your neck, the pearl sitting in the hollow of your throat. His fingers brushed your neck. He wondered what it would be like to press a kiss against the nape of it.
“How’s it look?”
“You look….I mean, it looks beautiful.”
You bit your lip, and without thinking, he reached up and brushed your lip with his thumb. The skin was soft.
“Vash….”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Anytime you want.” You sounded breathless. Stunned.
He pulled you into a kiss, a proper kiss, and it took his breath away. You were warm against him. The fabric of your night clothes bunching up where his hands sat, the bare skin against his hands scorching. More, more, more, his mind supplied, but he’d never take more than you offered him.
Without realising it, he’d ended up sitting on a chair, your body above his, kissing him as deep as you possibly could, as close as you could, like you could never be close enough, his hand edging underneath your shirt. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you no matter how close the two of you got.
You pulled away, eyes heavy lidded and lips swollen. “I love you.”
The words left him breathless, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What?”
“I love you, I am in love with you.”
He placed his head on your chest, pulling you closer, ignoring how his cock jumped at the movement. “I love you too. So, so much.”
You raised his head and kissed him again, And again. The two of you spent what seemed like hours kissing. It was all he’d ever wanted.
***
You and Vash had three days of peace before disaster struck. An attack on an allied kingdom had signified an oncoming war and even though it had only been about a month since Vash’s last mission, you could tell he was going to be sent out again, and soon.
This thought haunted you. This war could kill him and although you know he’d be happy to die protecting this country, and by extension you, you couldn’t allow that to happen. You wouldn’t.
You cornered Vash in a secluded area of the library, the shelves hiding you from prying eyes. He grinned and leaned in for a kiss, but you stopped him, biting your lip.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“You’re going to be sent out on a mission again. What if something happens to you?”
He pressed his forehead to yours. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do know that. A million armies, remember?”
You were silent for a few moments before you spoke again. “I want to run away. From the kingdom, from everything. With you.”
Vash’s eyes widened in shock, and he was speechless for what seemed like years. “I….can’t do that.”
“And why not?”
“I just can’t, you don’t understand.”
“Then help me understand.”
When he was silent, you scoffed and stormed off, not caring about how petulant you may have seemed. You can hear his footsteps behind you, but you don’t slow down, not even as you make it upstairs to your room.
You slam the door to your chambers, only for them to open back up shortly after, the footsteps of your knight stopping behind you.
“I can’t run away with you,” Vash tells you, his voice desperate and tear filled, “if we leave here, you could die and you’re too important. I am not important enough for you to abandon everything for.”
You whirl on him and shove him so hard, he nearly stumbles into the door. “Damn you, Vash, you’re important to me! Can’t you see that? Or are you blinded by your own sense of duty, of obligation, that you can’t see that I would sacrifice anything to keep you safe? To keep you here? With me?”
His gaze was averted from yours, hidden by his blonde hair. “I can’t take you away from this life. You have to understand-“
“I’m tired of hearing that word. Understand. Understand that I must leave to fight in a foolish war. Understand that you must live your life constantly under guard. Understand that we can’t be together even though we want it over everything else in the world. As long as I remain here we can’t be together, we will always kiss in secluded corners or empty rooms. My running away is about more than you, it’s about being free, being free from the family that doesn’t care about me, being free from the weight that’s on my shoulders, but I want to do that with you. You’re my family now, you always have been.”
Once again, he said nothing, and you sighed heavily. “Just leave.”
He opened the door, but before he left, he stopped in the doorway. “I leave a week from now. Early in the morning.”
The door shut and you heard him walk away.
***
You didn’t see him off, that was all Vash could think about as he rode on horseback through the woods towards the border of the kingdom. He figured you wouldn’t, not after that argument. It’s the longest you’d been without talking to him.
He did wonder, however brief, what it would be like to run away with you. Would the two of you live in a cottage in a faraway forest, or would you live in a bustling town with fake names and disguises? But he couldn't, no matter how tempted he was. You were the whole world to him, he would kneel to you and fight for you, even if it meant never being together the way he had dreamed about, he wasn’t worth your devotion. Wasn’t worth running away from all you had known.
He thinks of the letter he left in the hands of Meryl. “In case I don’t come back,” he’d told her, but now he was unsure if that was the right choice. He should’ve given it to you himself, but he was afraid that if he’d seen you, he would’ve abandoned everything he knew and taken you in his arms and ran away with you, wherever you had wanted.
The loyalty he felt to you was unwavering, but he couldn’t put it above the loyalty he had to the crown. Then again, the crown may have taken him in after his brother disappeared, but it was you that had gotten him to open up, gotten him to smile and laugh. He was a fool to tell you he wouldn’t run away with you, because now that is all he wanted to do. But it was too late.
“It’ll be okay Vash,” Milly said, coming up next to him on her horse, “I’m sure they just overslept. Meryl said they hadn’t been sleeping lately.”
“Maybe, Milly. I’m sure they’ll be okay.”
“You can always write a letter when we get there.” Wolfwood chimed in.
Vash was going to write you a letter everyday, even if you didn’t want them. He would pour his heart and soul and dedication into all of them. He loved you and even if he died in this stupid war, he was going to make sure you knew that.
***
When the first letter from Vash comes, you crumple it and throw it away, only to dig it out of the trash and cry immediately after. Vash was a bastard and you wanted to hate him with every fibre of your being, but you couldn’t.
You didn’t write back. Even after letter after letter came and didn’t stop. It felt a little foolish, giving him this silent treatment, but the heartbreak you felt wasn’t foolish, it was real and it still hurt, even if it was coming up on a year since Vash had left.
When the 365th letter had come, you finally wrote back. You missed him more than you were angry at him, and it was slowly killing you to watch the pile of letters grow, unopened but weathered.
A letter doesn’t get sent back.
You’re not angry, you figured this might be a possibility. He has a right to be just as angry as you were, and you would not deny him that. You would never deny him anything.
When months pass by with no letter from Vash, you begin to fear the worst. The best case scenario is that he’s alive and angry with you, but the worst ones always have him dead on a battlefield, covered in blood. It scares you the most, losing him like that, where his last thoughts of you are of you being angry at him. You were such a fool, being so selfish when he has only ever thought of what’s best for you, even when he told you he wouldn’t go with you, it was for you.
There’s a knock on your chamber door and you tell whoever it is to come in, not turning from your spot by the window.
“If I’d have known I would get this warm reception, I would’ve come back home sooner.” The familiar voice dripping with sarcasm.
You whirled around in your chair with a gasp, tears welling up in your eyes. It was Vash.
You stood up from your seat and pulled him into a hug, burying your sobs into his neck. “I thought you were dead, or worse.”
“Not dead, but not entirely back in one piece like you’d prefer.”
It was then you noticed that he was missing an arm and you gasped. “Oh Vash….”
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m alive, aren’t I?”
“I’m so sorry…”
He shook his head. “I’m not. Like I told you. A million armies to come home to you.”
“They won’t let you be my guard anymore. I can’t let them take you away from me again. I just got you back. I won’t let them.”
He put his hand on your face. “Weren’t you the one that wanted to run away? Well, then let’s run away.”
“Are you sure?”
Vash sat on your bed, pulling you down next to him. “When I was out there, I did a lot of thinking, especially when I was in the makeshift clinic. You are where I’m safest, my home. And I realised that I want to marry you, I want to be with you, and we can’t do that here.”
You hugged him, knocking him onto the bed with the force of it and he laughed. “So, you’re not angry with me anymore?”
You wiped the tears from your eyes. “When you didn’t reply to my letter, I feared the worst and I couldn’t bear the thought of your last memory of me being anger.”
“Well, I did think I was going to die, but my last thought of you was about how happy you make me, how I finally got to hold you in my arms after so many years of wishing I could.”
“You’re the most important person in the world to me. So, let’s do it. Let’s run, right now.”
“In the middle of the day? We’d get caught, especially you, you’re the second in line and you stick out like a peacock in the middle of a flock of pigeons.”
“Tonight then?”
His hand gripped yours. “Tonight. I can borrow clothes from Meryl or Wolfwood if I have to, you could even wear some of mine. I’ll leave them by your door later.”
“You sound pleased at the notion of me in your clothes.”
“Of course. I think you’d look lovely in them.”
You rolled your eyes, but frowned. “I have to say goodbye to Meryl before we leave, she’s been a good friend to me lately, I can’t bear to leave her without a proper farewell.”
“She won’t turn us in?”
You thought of Meryl’s own relationship with her knight, Milly, and shook your head. “No, I think she’ll be happy for us.”
Vash nodded. “Alright then, I’ll see you tonight, in the gardens.
“By our chess table.”
He rushed out the door and when the door slammed shut, you picked up the most boring bag you owned and began to pack.
***
The night was clear and crisp, Vash could see his breath appear in little clouds before him. He was glad the two of you were running on a night as pretty as this.
You showed up a few moments later, the pants Meryl’s but the shirt was his, a cloak wrapped around you.
“Did you see Meryl?” He asked, taking your hand in his.
“Yes, she said she wouldn’t tell anyone she saw us and wished us luck. She also gave me this to give to you.” You pulled out the letter he had given the woman in case he hadn’t made it back to you. He let go of your hand to shove it in his pocket.
“Now, we can’t go out the front gate, but we can’t climb the wall. What do we do?”
You grinned, pulling him along with you until you stopped in front of an old iron wrought gate. “It’s basically abandoned, no one comes back here anymore. I found it when I was little.”
“Does it still open?”
Nodding, you let go of his hand and pulled the handle. The gate opened with a loud creak and you quickly ushered him through so you could close it.
And then you were free, almost.
He breathed a sigh of relief. “All we have to do is make it to the edge of the kingdom. It’s a few days of a walk, but Wolfwood will be waiting with a horse. The rest is up to us.”
You pulled him into a kiss, your nose cold as it accidentally bumped his own. “I’m thinking somewhere with lots of people, but not in town.”
He put his arm around you and pulled you in close. “So, a little cottage just outside of town?”
“With a dog and a cat. And our horse, of course.”
He snickered. “You rhymed.”
You rolled your eyes, giving him another quick kiss before pulling away. “We’re not out of the woods yet.”
“Then let’s go.”
***
It took a week to get to the edge of the kingdom, where Wolfwood was waiting.
He handed the reins to Vash and then bowed to you. “Highness.”
You shook your head and wrinkled your nose. “No, not anymore. And no bowing, either.”
The knight grinned. “That an order?”
You rolled your eyes and got on the horse, Vash following.
“I’ll write to you when we’re safe.” Vash told him, a grin on his face.
“You’d better, or I’ll come kick your ass.”
“You won’t even know where we are.”
Wolfwood rolled his eyes. “Then I’ll knock on every door until I find yours.”
As you and Vash rode off into the forest, no longer within your kingdom’s territory, you turned and watched as Wolfwood disappeared into the distance, and with it, the only life you had ever known.
Your hands tightened around Vash as you buried your face into his back to stop the oncoming tears.
“Are you okay?” His voice was soft and kind, full of concern.
You sniffed, embarrassed. “I know it was my choice to leave, but it hurts. I thought it’d be easier, that's all.”
“If you want to cry, I promise to pretend not to hear.”
You let out a laugh that was thick with tears. “I love you.”
“I love you too, we’ll get through this together, okay?”
You nodded. “Together.”
You stared out into the forest ahead of you, the trees so much like the ones back home but so different at the same time, holding promises of a new future where you wouldn’t feel ignored, where you were more than royalty. Where Vash remained at your side even when you didn’t have any jewels or a crown.
***
You and Vash decide to stay just outside a bustling town that’s right by the sea, in a cottage that you buy for almost nothing. And it is far, far away from home, where no one will ever find you.
Vash laments not being able to carry you inside, but you silence him with a kiss, insisting that it doesn’t matter, now that you’re with him and that everything is perfect.
Vash peeks at your empty left ring finger and thinks that there’s one more thing that would make a perfect start to your brand new life. So, early one morning, before you wake up, he heads into the already energetic town to shop for a ring.
The owner greets him happily, using the fake name he had given the first day the two of you had arrived and offers his assistance.
“Well, I need an engagement ring. Something to give someone that gave me everything even when I had nothing to offer.”
“Pretty hefty guidelines there, but I’ve got a few for you, being a seaside town and all, a lot of our rings have pearls, is that alright?”
He grinned. “That’s perfect.”
Vash spends a little longer in town, picking up groceries and something else for you, just because he sees it and thinks of you.
When he gets back home, you’re at the stove, cooking. He goes up behind you and presses kisses on your neck, making you laugh.
“Went shopping, did you?” You ask, turning your head to plant a kiss on his lips.
“I got you something. Close your eyes.”
“I can’t, I’ll burn the eggs.”
“It’ll be one second.”
You roll your eyes but comply and Vash presses the gift in your hand, the ring tucked safely in his pocket for later.
You gasp when you gaze at the gift. A small music box in pale blue. “Oh Vash….it’s gorgeous.”
“I saw one like it in your room back….well, I know it won’t replace the one you left behind, but I had to try.”
“I love it, I love you.” You kissed him again and again and again. Until the smell of burning made the both of you jump back in surprise, causing you to dump the pan in the sink, dousing it with water while he turned off the stove.
“I knew I should’ve listened to Meryl when she talked about cooking.” You told him with a sigh.
He put his arm around your waist and pulled you in close. “It was my fault that time, so don’t feel bad sweetheart.”
You kissed his nose. “Well, I hope you’re not hungry.”
The ring was burning a hole in his pocket, but he decided to wait until tonight, for the perfect moment.
***
The dining room is lit only by candlelight as you come back into the house from putting the horse away for the night and the smell of dinner wafting from inside, making your stomach growl.
“You did all of this while I was out?” You asked, toeing your shoes off by the door and heading deeper into the house.
“It was simple, but I wanted to do something for you.”
You sighed and shook your head. “You do enough, Vash.”
He kissed your cheek. “It’ll never be enough. You’re the love of my life, and I’m going to spend my entire life trying to show you that.”
“Vash, I’m the one who should be thanking you. You’ve already given me everything.”
He shook his head. “I’m trying to propose to you, but it’s not going like I wanted it to.”
Vash reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, inside was a ring, dainty in size, but gorgeous all the same.
A thin gold band and a cluster of tiny diamonds surrounding a pearl.
“This is gorgeous…. I don’t know what to say.”
He laughed nervously. “I’m hoping you’ll say yes.”
You kissed him deeply and he slid the ring onto your finger. It was almost hard to believe you would get something like this in life, that you and Vash weren’t doomed.
“So,” he said between kisses, “is this a yes?”
You rolled your eyes. “Yes. And I know just the way to celebrate.”
You took him by the hand and led him into your bedroom.
***
The ring on your finger glinted in the morning sun as Vash woke up with a stretch, your bare skin covered by the less than luxurious sheets, but you had a content smile on your face as you slept.
He thought back to all those months ago, when you were royalty and he was your knight, when the both of you thought that’s all your relationship would ever be, kisses in corners and hands held under the chess table. Now you’re both here, where no one knows who you are and where the two of you can be together until you’re old and grey and he can’t get out of bed without throwing his back out. The thought makes him laugh, and you stir awake.
You grin sleepily at him. “Morning.”
He grins back. “Morning.”
“Are you watching me sleep?”
“Your snoring woke me up, actually.”
You roll your eyes and smack him playfully. “Bully.”
He pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Vash always thought that when he looked at you, he saw his future. And he was right.
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Horse Ranch was, without exaggeration, one of the most anticipated additions to The Sims 4. Perhaps, if the previous game had not set such a high bar, expectations for the fourth would have been lower. Although it cannot be less, given the game's initially tarnished reputation. Nevertheless, Horse Ranch significantly raises the bar of the game from the first seconds. The developers expose themselves, proving that the closed world is just an excuse for their own laziness and unwillingness to do anything more than small worlds of the same type. It turns out that even in a limited space there is room for majestic and graceful horses, the appearance of which players have been waiting for almost a dozen years.
I often go to extremes, saying on the one hand that subsequent games in the series have the right to repeat themselves. If they don't bring to the industry or even the franchise itself, there's nothing wrong with that as long as it's a good game in its own right. But Sims 4 is not the case. I have repeatedly pointed out that this particular game is a leech, which, nevertheless, we continue to play. This waiting game has gone on too long. But, as they say, patience is rewarded.
The horses in the Horse Ranch expansion pack have undergone a significant improvement compared to The Sims 3. They look really graceful, their faces are no longer obtuse and silly, and in general they look relatively realistic in the game's cartoonish graphics. In the 3d game, you will need a bunch of mods to make the horses closer to their living counterparts and get aesthetic pleasure from their appearance. In the 4th, they are really nice to watch. Especially in a bunch with well-developed animations.
I last played Sims 3 not so long ago, so the contrast in the movements of both the animal and the rider feels good. They no longer slide across the ground like logs, and the reins are not glued tightly to their necks. Now you see how your character literally sets the direction and the horse, leaning and bending to turn or jump, reacts to the control by realistically stomping its hooves.
The style of the game is also focused on the western type of horse riding inherent in American culture. I will not say that this is the best idea, given that many players think of the classical school when they hear the words "horse riding". I myself would prefer to see more classic elements. But it is worth considering that The Sims is originally an American story about the American dream, created by Americans. I think, against the background of numerous additions that represent various cultures of the world, it is worth leaving something for yourself.
However, that doesn't excuse the fact that the game has too… No. TOO little horse equipment per se. 3 saddles, 2 bridles and several accessories, including two saddle pads. For the money the add-on costs, it should have featured some more unusual equipment. In addition, the story of Native American tribes is woven into the expansion, so why not develop this theme a little deeper, and add more historical and cultural artifacts?
The first minutes of the game are really fun. Everything seems completely new, you want to try so many things at the same time. But this euphoria quickly passes when you understand that all improvement ends in the appearance and animations. The new discipline – barrel racing – is not impressive at all. All you can do is run in circles around the barrels. That's all. When I say circles, I mean it literally. No eights, complex tricks or at least movement in the other direction. With show jumping, or rather what was left of it, it is even worse. Instead of a chain of obstacles that could be built into an entire arena in The Sims 3, you can practice with just one small obstacle that is as high as your character's knees. At first it is interesting to watch, but then it is so depressing that training horses turns into a mortal routine.
By the way, now your horses have as many as 4 skills. One develops the character of your pet and expands the number of interactions with it, the other 3 - endurance, jumping and agility - have almost no effect on anything. Gold medals at the first levels of competition difficulty are very easy, even if the horse's skills are minimal. And yes, all competitions are our 'favorite' and well-known rabbit holes, where you cannot even conditionally observe the development of the event. What is even more annoying is the fact that now there is practically no point in training. Unlike Sims 3, in the fourth game foals do not inherit skills from their parents, only character traits. If earlier you could breed a foal with almost 100% skills, train it quickly, win a few competitions and sell it for good money, now you have to suffer for a very long time with one horse to get at least something for it. For these reasons, I see no need to keep a mare and a stallion to develop a pedigree. It's too long, too unrewarding and terribly boring. Considering the lags, it is also dangerous for nerves.
What is undoubtedly pleasing against the background of all these endless minuses is the mobility of horses. They no longer stomp endlessly in place when you try to interact with them, they don't need a lot of space to perform actions, and most importantly, no more ugly stalls that take up too much space. Now you have a 3x3 bedding where your horse can sleep, but which you can do without. Fortunately, instead of large, clumsy barns, you can now build luxurious stables. Another plus is that several horses can use the feeder and waterer at the same time.
In addition, all lots have small paddocks nearby. And all areas of the town have barrels and obstacles, so you don't have to place them on your lot. It is enough to build a house and a stable when the training area is nearby. Thus, on the largest lots, you can arrange whole farms and ranches with a bunch of animals.
Speaking of animals, I can't say much about goats and sheep. Yes, they are cute. But like the rest of the livestock, they have a more decorative function, if you, like me, don't really like to dig around with all this craftable stuff. They are not always friendly, they can butt and do not want your attention. Given that we already have rabbits that can help you in the garden, I think goats and sheep could come up with more interesting roles. If you have too many decorative animals, then taking care of them is a nightmare. Fortunately, the ranch hand you can hire is great at their job. In addition to taking care of the animals, they tend the garden, can do things and take care of the animals from Cottage Living. However, sometimes there are weird lags where they idle instead of leaving the lot when the job is done, or quits without notification and you have to hire them again.
Overall I like the new expansion pack. It adds long-awaited new experiences to the routine of Sims' lives. But as with all add-ons for The Sims 4, Horse Ranch is fun right up until you've tried all the features of the set. A week later, I no longer feel a burning desire to return to my ranch, because I know that nothing new or interesting awaits me. Rather the opposite: endless bugs, simulation problems and sheep that hate me. Undoubtedly, if you are crazy about horses and Horse Ranch was a long-awaited addition for you, it is worth your attention. After all, where EA has screwed up, there will always be talented creators and their mods. If horses sound empty to you, I don't think Horse Ranch will be able to dilute your routine for long. In any case, this add-on is not worth its full price, and despite the good idea that players have been waiting for, it is another heartless DLC that openly encroaches on our wallets like never before.
I think at this point I like the scale of the game more, which the new expansion pack adds to the game, which makes its world feel less closed. My sims can sit in the pond while the horses walk in the pasture and the little goats sleep under their feet.
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Love your blog, falling in love with Erin and Orion (though baron still reins supreme)
Question how does everyone react to Orion just being able to pick up and play keep away with Y/N?
🐝anon
Orion strokes his cheek against yours as he cradles you near ten feet off the ground. "You're such a cutie aren't you? Oh, my precious gem. I cannot wait for us to get married. I am a bit nervous since this is my first wedding despite my... history, but I know that it will be my only as we'll never part."
"Put. Them. Down."
Baron growls as he makes a leap for you; the taller demon simply lifting his arms higher despite you already being out of reach. He claws at his leg, but Orion only clicks his tongue - unfazed.
"Now, Raffiel." Orion warns. "It's not polite to lash out at others. Use your words, young man."
"Fuck you! That's not my name. I haven't seen you since I was 200 and the first thing you do is try to steal my mate like the slut you are."
Orion sighs. "Mate... How primitive, though I guess it has some truth in our case. Lovers bound by the soul - soulmates. Am I really so much of a harlot if they are the only one I imagine myself beside permanently?"
"You are when I saw them first, asshole."
#Orion my oc#yandere demon#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#yandere insert#yandere x you#yandere headcanons#male yandere#yandere x darling#yandere#Yandere blurb#yandere x y/n#yandere fic#Baron my oc#yandere teratophilia#yandere monster#🐝 anon
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what I want to (re?)gain from reading all these tinglers.
Long ass personal ramble below because this is my blog where I ramble about things now
I used to draw all the time and even longer ago I used to write and at some point I just stopped because I got hung up on whether I was "good" at these things things or whether it was a waste of my time creating such "trivial" things rather than art with "meaning" or maybe of I should be spending my time on more "useful" skills. Why write if you're just going to write gay fanfiction? But when I tried more "serious" things to "develop my skills" and also do things like proofread and edit, it just wasn't fun anymore and the hobby was dropped. Drawing lasted longer and I never dropped it so completely but I think smartphones put a damper on it. Once we all got little Google machines in our pockets I was never just out somewhere doodling freely, there was always the option to look up a reference, to draw the thing Correctly, and then time would pass where I was trying to find a picture of a ram's horns at just the right angle, and my number at the DMV would be called or whatever else I was waiting for would demand my attention and I would never even set my pencil to paper in these moments when I used to doodle.
I also felt like I could never express sexual ideas as much as I wanted to because of the "quality" of my work. Making "bad" art was one thing, everyone in the learning process does that, but sharing "bad" sexual art? Well, everyone on the internet forums I frequented was *justified* in reposting their art to mock them and linking to their online galleries for passersby to point and laugh personally, I thought at the time. How dare they be horny and express it in an appropriate adults-only space without mastering their craft first!
There's a lot holding me back. I deeply miss drawing and writing. I miss how freely I used to be able to just do them without the mental block telling me I need to run certain steps for Quality when I never did intend to do these creative things as a profession or anything?
Why is it so easy to sit down and "waste time" playing a video game or scrolling the internet, but so hard to spend the same amount of time drawing something for fun?
here's where Chuck Tingle comes in. He is someone who just DOES IT. This is the writing of someone who is not overthinking the process like I am when I become too paralyzed to create. And, I cannot stress this enough. IT'S SO GOOD. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. So much fun, joyful art has come from a process that I had convinced myself was something to be reined in and feared. The free act of creation that I'd convinced myself was nothing if I didn't learn to refine it into something "respectable". Ideas that would definitely not have passed a committee vote but make the process of reading all these stories one after another so exciting.
Even when I hit the occasional one like today that doesn't hit well anymore, it's evidence of someone who was creating from the heart, in the moment. Weirdly, they make me feel that yearning even stronger, with the knowledge that I know I'll love future stories.
I still haven't gotten there yet but I hope the love I find in these stories eventually breaks down the mental walls I've built and makes me feel free again to DRAW SOME GODDAMN LESBIAN FURRIES.
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A Knight's Test
After the dam had bust and the outburst with Ruby, Jaune looked down at the water and the bridge. The screams of the people still echoing in the ears mixing with the sound of the water, as mist would start to rise and the ghostly whine of horse echoes. Jaune stands up, his face twisting in shock and turning to the other 3 before settling on Weiss.
Jaune: "Weiss, take Juniper and go with the others after Ruby."
Weiss: "Wait, what do you mean we should be going together?"
Jaune: "Weiss I'm begging you go with the others and take Juniper with you to find Ruby. She needs you more than me right now."
As he says thus Juniper would get close nuzzling against him
Jaune: *Pets her* I know, girl, but right now they need your speed and nose. I'll catch up when I can."
Weiss: "Jaune, are you -"
Jaune: * turns towards her face in anger* "GO NOW! He only wants me anyway, and there's no chance he'll let you interfere."
Weiss would approach Juniper as a small glyph that appears to shoot out a chain to create makeshift reins. Yang and Blake would hop on Juniper's back as the four of them would ride off. Juniper would call back jaune, wanting to stay at his side, but knows she cannot.
Jaune: *Turns to the mist as he would draw sword getting into a stance as rain droplets start to come down* "Come on....I'm right here."
From the mist, another whine of a horse is heard as walking ethereally across the water appears a knight clad in black armor with a horned helm on horseback. The horse snorts puff of smoke as the knights visor act as it eyes showing that glowing red pupils at Jaune
???: "Finally done running, Rusted Knight?"
Jaune: "Yes...I am."
???: "Do you know who I am?"
Jaune: *Lowers his stance slightly* "I do...well, I know the legends...the stories, but I didn't want to believe. I thought it was just my mind playing tricks, but I need to accept what I'm looking at."
???: "Then say it. Say my name."
Jaune: "....Spirit of Chivalry!!"
A bright flash of lightening lightens up his form as azure flames would appear casting the spirit's grisly and dark form in the light of a phantom.
S.O.C: "Indeed I am he, and who are you vagrant knight? You who lost his path clinging to the past acting a shield knowing in truth its nothing more than your shackles? Tell me vagrant...WHO ARE YOU?"
Jaune: "I....I'm Jaune Arc, only son of Nick Arc. A family of warriors that served as guradians and knights for generations."
S.O.C: "Ah...a legacy then. However, a knight doesn't stand before me. What I see is nothing more than a coward boy playing fantasy. There is hope, though, for I see a spark no matter how small or how fleeting I shall test you to see if you possess strength."
Jaune: "Strength...what strength? I've trained and pushed myself to improve so I could protect everyone! Yet.....yet when I thought I reached a good spot, it all slipped through my fingers. I wasn't strong enough....I never was."
S.O.C: "Foolish Boy!" *His horse would stomp its hoof as lighting would crash down* "Strength does not come from physical form alone, blind reliance on it shows your weakness. You may be dammed like me, faltering when the crucial moment comes....I've seen countless disappointments like this, and all met their end with my blade."
*As he says this, multiple warriors and knights would appear in the mist looking on the new victim of their lord's trial*
S.O.C: "Be it blade or shield, lance or ax, no matter how grand or well made they are it holds no power if the weilder lacks inner strength to use it. No victory is won with just muscle it must be backed by mettle and focus. Now show me your resolve...show me what lies within your soul. Or else you'll fall here....AS YOUR LIFE BECOMES NOTHING BUT RUST ON MY BLADE!!!"
*A flash of red would appear on his gauntlet as a sword handle would grow from it. Gripping it and unsheate it showing a blade that glows with dark energy. With a loud whine of his horse, spectral spears fly down from the sky, making jaune dodge backward. Jaune would come out a bit unscathed, leaving him no room to breathe between them. The S.O.C would appear before him swinging his blade down, shattering Jaune's shield and gauntlet. Letting out a cry of agony, Jaune would try to counter with a slash only for it to meet the spirits blade, causing a flash of blue light breaking the remains of crocea mors and destroying his other gauntlet. The S.O.C would let out a mirthful chuckle as his horse would knock Jaune back.*
S.O.C: "Yes that's it! Show me your resolve, your will to fight! Show me how hard you're willing to push yourself to achieve even the slightest of victory!" *His horse would let out another whine as it dances back as more spears would rain at Jaune.*
*Jaune would dodge the barrage but would take some hits as the spars would hit his leg armor, destroying them both. With no chance to counter the S.O.C. would come in for another swing of his sword, destroying Jaune's plate mail and with a follow-up slash destroying his helmet.*
*Jaune would be sent tumbling back as his vision would darken with his shallow breathing. He considered laying there and letting his death happen, but then a myriad of voices would come to him as memories would play in his mind. Pyrrha's smiling encouragement, her sacrifice as he was helpess to stop her. Penny's words of reassurance, her sacrifice, he was forced to assist... and despair. Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang....Nora, Ren, Oscar, stilling waiting on the other side in Vacuo. They would need him... Winter as well, they need allies. He just needs to stand up and survive.....but should he fall here, what's left? What would happen to a broken team RWBY, would they make it out alive with their sanity intact?. He had to help those in the Ever After....it was his duty as the Rusted Knight.
S.O.C: "Foolish child, you cling to a false prophet. The Rusted Knight is a hollow soul, his armor rusted because he does not possess the strength to stand on his own and take care of himself. He does not trust others, but a true knight does not treat his oath as shackles to hold themselves down. They are treated as reminders to boost himself, perhaps had you not feel sorry for yourself instead of steeling your resolve until no problem couldn't stop you, then maybe you would've succeeded and survived. Now stand up, and face your death like a proper knight."
*Jaune would slowly pull himself up as a spear would come down, piercing his chest. As he coughs up blood, his vision would darken as the voices of more poisonous comments come to mind. His father's words saying knights are no longer needed, no worry to continue the legacy. The derisive words of all the people at Beacon and Qrow's harsh words*
Jaune: *Thoughts* "Then...if they were stronger than him why aren't they here. Why am I the only one standing?"
????: "You know the answer....for those in the dark who's voices aren't heard. For the fiends that would slink back into the shadows thinking they're safe."
*A small light would come through the shaft of the spectral spear making jaune look down. It was small and it flickering, he had to reach it...to strengthen it. Jaune would grab the spear trying to force his aura through it slowly but surely making the light grow.*
*Outside the S.O.C would look down at the man, his body still skewered by the spear. His head looking down as if dead.*
S.O.C: "A true knight isn't strong because of their weapon. The only thing they would need is the balance of strength and will to their mettle. You have failed child of Arc...fall into the shadows and take your spot along with crowd of lost warriors." *Turns away from Jaune's body only to stop as sense a pulse*
*Back with Jaune in his mind, the glowing in the spear shined bright like a star as it would crumble absorbing into his body. The dark landscape would would reel back from the light forming into another figure wearing grey armor as he places his hand on Jaune's chest.*
???: "You are close...don't forget those that trust you why we still fight."
Ren's Voice: "Despite everything, when I look at him, Yang, I see no fear in his heart."
????: "Now come we have test to past!" *The armored figure would force his hand into Jaune's chest, making him scream as light would engulf them both*
*Back in the real world, the spectral spear that held Jaune's body would crumble, absorbing into his body as light sparkles would come from his body*
S.O.C: *Turns back seeing the light coming from Jaune* "Hmmm has he figured it out*
Jaune: *Screams out as energy would cloak his right arm, forming a flickering blade of aura... yet despite the bright color and fragile appearance there's a hint of black keeping it stable* "I'm not done yet...there's still much more for me to do *Points his new blade at the spirit*
S.O.C: "Hmm so you come to me bearing new power...very well let's see if it's enough! *Would pull his arm back blade ready to strike as his horse would kick the ground ready to go*
*Jaune would get into a stance ready for anything as the horse would rear up and speed towards him the S.O.C ready to strike. Both warriors would run to each blades ready to strike as they would even clash with a loud boom.*
*Meanwhile, other parts of the Ever After would shake and rumble as the residents would turn towards a large column of black and white would pierce the sky scattering the rain clouds. With Ruby and little, both would feel the ground shake as they look to the column. With the curious cat, it would hiss at the column feeling a dangerous intruder over there. With WBY, as they rode Juniper, they would stop seeing the column, hoping Jaune is fine.*
*Back at the mist covered area Jaune and S.O.C would have their backs to each other as Jaune would fall down trying to keep himself up*
S.O.C: "Good...very good" *As he says this, one of the horns on his helm would crack and fall down. On his chest, it would bear a gash showing a eerie blue* "Your light has shine strongly, you walk the path of Sigurd, slayer of demons....no I sense darkness in your blade as well. You walk the path Taivas, warrior that overcame a infecting darkness making it hos own. Do you why I say this....what did they have in common?
Jaune: *Gets up and turns to the spirit* "They didn't lose their way...so nothing could hold him"
S.O.C: *Turns his horse towards jaune* "Very good you have passed my trial young arc come close wield your new blade." *Holds his sword out towards Jaune*
Jaune: *Summons his new sword feeling the aura cloak his entire hand as it makes the flickering line of aura and clash it with the knight's own blade*
S.O.C: "Hear me now young arc, fear and doubt only leads to death. One that doesn't acknowledge his faults doesn't deserve to be called a knight...however with you understanding this and making peace with yourself, have shown you have earned it. Do not forget this lesson if you do I will come after you again*
*With his peace said the S.O.C would disappear in a flash of light as the mist would finally clear up*
Jaune: *Turns towards the water, looking at his reflection....then back at his new sword. Grabbing his ponytail, he would hold it enough as he used the new aura sword to cut the pony tail off. Looking down at it showing it still holds the last remnants of Pyrrha's sash, Jaune would let it fall from his hand into the water, making it disperse* "Goodbye Pyrrha....Goodbye Penny."
*Jaune would turn only to be greater by another armored figure. Waiting to see if they would try something, the armored figure only plants his greatsword in salute before disappearing, leaving the blade. Jaune, confused by what he saw, walks up, grabbing the blade as it turns into a hooded button-up grey coat.*
Jaune: *Thinking on it for a bit, he would put on the coat buttoning up near his mouth, making it look like a cape* "Time to make amends....and to catch up." *Starts walking towards the dark Acre sensing Ruby and the others in that direction as he would put the hood up*
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You absolutely don’t have to do this, but I would love to know what the carriage ride was like on the way home after that dance <3
Oh I can write a little bit of fluff and pining!
Here's what happens after the dance scene in chapter sixteen...
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It was a struggle for Mr Darcy to bother with civilities to anyone else for the rest of the evening. He kept finding excuses to touch Elizabeth, attempting to recover that spark when their hands pressed together as they twirled on the dance floor. Elizabeth had begun to show her tiredness, yet when he leant in to whisper in her ear “Should I summon the carriage?” She protested that she could wait a little longer.
He attended to whatever conversation his wife engaged in, loathe to leave her side. Elizabeth had always stunned him with her ease in socialising. There was no awkwardness in her manner, or struggle to know what to say. Even the most tedious of topics and… boisterous… of people gave her joy in their ridiculousness. Normally, he would retreat from such conversations entirely, for his tolerance was not as high as hers. But tonight, Mr Darcy was held in place by Elizabeth’s arch smile and quick dart of her eyes towards him whenever she needed to share her amusement at the folly of others.
His wife laughed so freely, how had he once not done justice to her beauty? She was the most radiant woman he had ever met. He was transfixed by the curve of her neck, and the way she arched her brow as she whispered some witty thing to her sister which earnt a smile from Miss Bennet. Then she returned her gaze to him and took his arm. “My mother begins to again complain of Charlotte becoming mistress of Longbourn one day; which seems as good a sign as any we should retire for the night.”
Moving her hand to the crook of his arm and covering it with his own, he said “I should think that the first sign was your yawning. And the second your proclamation of tiredness.”
She laughed again. “You are right, of course,” she smiled. “But have we not enjoyed ourselves tonight, Mr Darcy?”
The gentleman had never enjoyed a dance more, and he could not stop himself returning Elizabeth’s smile. She was so full of happiness. How he loved her. How he wished she had married him for affection and not necessity.
They gave their leave and departed Lucas Lodge. Mr Darcy handed his wife up into the curricle before joining her and taking the reins and urging the horses forward.
“I think it is safe to say we cannot continue any lessons in carriage direction, tonight,” Elizabeth said, surveying the moonless sky. “The landscape is far too obscured by darkness for me to attempt it. I shall leave it to the expert among us.”
“The roads are good, so there is no need to fear danger. I shall keep the horses at a moderate pace. Regardless,” Mr Darcy said, glancing at her, “At present, even were the moon full, I should judge you too tired to function at the best of your abilities.”
“That is true,” Elizabeth said, punctuated by a yawn. “I may have overexerted myself – but did we not enjoy ourselves tonight, Mr Darcy?” Her gentle smile up at him made colour rise to his cheeks, but the night protected him from it being noticed.
“We did,” he whispered, thinking of how they had drawn together and spun apart during the dance.
It appeared she was doing the same. “I shall have to force you to the floor more often.” Before he could reply that force was unnecessary, Elizabeth laughed. “I think Sir William will support my endeavours, he seemed to enjoy it just as much” That gentleman had naturally felt the urge to compliment them, after the music ended, and Elizabeth now launched into an imitation of him. “Capital dancing!” She said in a deep voice which had Mr Darcy smiling. “Some of the finest dancing I have ever seen! By my reckoning it would not put even St James’s to shame.”
“The highest compliment Sir William knows to give,” Mr Darcy replied. Despite enjoying absolute privacy in the dark countryside, he still leant in close to whisper “Do you think he mentioned the Court often enough?”
Elizabeth laughed, turning to him fully, their faces very close. “Oh, not at all,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper. “Why, by only mentioning St James’s thrice we are in great danger of misunderstanding which place he speaks of!”
Her smile and sparkling eyes were ample reward for his boldness in drawing so close to her unnecessarily. She seemed in no hurry to distance herself, either. As another yawn overtook Elizabeth she dropped her head to Mr Darcy’s shoulder, content to rest it there.
He felt it could not be comfortable – with the bouncing of the carriage – but if Elizabeth was not complaining than he would not move. The overwhelming emotion in his breast declared that he would be happy to never move again, if that was what it took for her to remain there forever. His agitation was his alone; when he slowed the carriage before Netherfield Elizabeth did not stir, and he gently roused her into wakefulness.
She blinked at him, slightly frowning, and he waited until she gained her bearings before helping her from the carriage. Mr Darcy maintained hold of her hand, looping it through his arm as the ascended the steps of Netherfield. They spoke little before he bid her goodnight before her bedroom – which he had promised never to enter – and left her with the waiting maid.
It took Mr Darcy an uncharacteristically long time to fall asleep as his thoughts dwelt on Elizabeth’s allure and joy as they danced, and the pleasant weight of her head upon his shoulder. He missed the warmth of her resting against him.
#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3#archive of our own#jane austen#pride and prejudice#elizabeth bennet#fitzwilliam darcy#elizabeth x darcy#darcy x elizabeth#mr darcy#trying to tread water#fic:t3w
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