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blzzrdstryr · 3 years

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Platonic yandere!Kaeya & child!gn!reader

Wordcount: 2195

A.N.: My first time writing platonic yanderes, hope you'll enjoy.

It's an impulsive decision for the most part - taking you, that is.

Kaeya trudges through the Wolfendom forest, a couple of his underlings, Addler and Otto, following behind as they trail a group of treasure hoarders. Criminal gang must have known that knights are on their tail, there's no other explanation for their sudden fleeing, leaving an already broken camp behind and taking only the most valuable possessions.

It's raining and he silently curses, even if this will give him advantage in battle, but archons, it's so cold. Huge droplets fall on the ground with a resounding sound, drenching everything and turning the forest landscape deep into nigh impassable terrain. Mud clings to their feet, slowing the group down, as the Sun starts to set. Sky turns all shades of purple and red, dimming light throwing the last rays over the Mondstadt as the darkness settles, yet Kaeya and his group still carry forward through the palisade of tall trees.

“Sir”, Otto carefully starts: “It seems that criminals are already several miles away from us”.

Kaeya nods for the knight to continue, already knowing that it will be an ask to stop - the weather is hellish and the rain is one of the heaviest Kaeya has ever had to experience.

“With how strong this rainfall is, the gang's traces will be gone in under an hour”

"All the more reasons to push on and catch them then", Alberich replies, paying zero attention to Adler's slight trembling or Otto's teeth chattering. The group continues on their path through descending darkness, their footsteps hasting despite the clinging and growing fatigue.

Suddenly, as the knights make their way around the cliff, a slight whimper is heard. It's human enough to stop the group - maybe some unlucky civilian got in the way of the gang, maybe criminals left their injured one. Kaeya just nods to the pair, as Otto and Adler unsheathe their weapons, wordlessly understanding the gesture.

Cavalry captain takes a step into the forest pit with a raised sword, all sight and ears, light blue vision on his belt shining and flickering both in caution and anticipation. He walks slowly and quietly, like a cat, careful not to step on the leaves and twigs lying around, and then he sees you.

You are a child, all thin and small in the way that the sick are. There are dark circles under your tired eyes, and the scrapes all over your body. You look already dead. He runs up to you, as he sees your figure swaying and knees buckling, saving you from the fall. Your skin burns Kaeya as he carries you back to the knights - it must be fever then. You blink at him several times, saying something, but your voice is too small and weak to make out anything among the droplets falling, and then you stop, eyes rolling back and head lolling to the side. You blacked out.

He thinks about handing your body to either of the knights and then continuing to run after the gang into the knight, but then decides against it - heavy rain must have blurred all the footsteps they left. Adler almost fails. You escape your delirium a couple of times, babbling words about forest and rain and wolves, and Kaeya, despite his focus on the trail ahead, can't help but listen to what you say. It's childish nonsense for the most part, an incomprehensible product of the feverish mind, yet sometimes you say meaningful things - I thought I would die, I got scared of wolf howls, The rain was so cold.

Some small part of him shrinks and aches at these words, a long buried hurt resurfacing once again. Kaeya frowns and huffs as he tries to get rid of the images of the days long gone in his mind - rainy night, hunger, pain, cold, he will die here. His lips quirk and a humorless laugh escapes him - the irony is painful.

He drops you off at the church, concerned Barbara taking you to the hospital and Kaeya, after a brief report to Jean, goes home, his mind still stuck on the memories of days long past. You will be fine, he tells himself, the church has good healers and the orphanage is nearby. Once you get better, you’ll get sent there, where devoted nuns will raise to be another disciple.

You had a look of a deadman - a strange catatonic serenity was radiating off of you, as you looked at the captain with a glazed yet piercing eyes, both seeing him and through him. It’s cold, so cold, yet no one is here. There are hot tears on his face, wet tracks burning his skin. His tummy is empty and aching, cold bites at his limbs, but Kaeya patiently waits for the adult to return. Father said that Kaeya was their last hope, so sure he would never leave him to die, right?

Cavalry captain barely sleeps through the night, memories and inner demons eating him from inside. When he does manage to doze off, a vague picture of darkening forests and howling winds wake him up, a fervent chanting buzzing in his head - Where is his father? Where is his father? Where is his father?.

Kaeya comes to you the next day, as his shift ends, legs heading to the towering church at the top on their own. Barbara leads him to your bed, your unconscious form lying limply. Idol explains your health issues to him - fever, malnutrition, inflammation, common cold and slight poisoning. The scratches you had yesterday were healed, Barbara says, but the rest of the problems can't be easily fixed with a bit of a hydro.

"Then, what medicines do they need?", Kaeya asks, understanding the unspoken words. The Church of Favonius, despite the large funding it receives from the city's treasury, still lacks a lot of resources and materials. People are free to come and get cured, without having a single mora to pay, which means that most of the remedies disappear at an alarming rate - be it some herbal balm for aching joints or a simple linen bandage.

The idol rustles in the hidden pockets of her dress, taking out a pencil and sheet of paper and begins to write, the list grows as Kaeya’s eyebrows get higher and higher. There are dried Liyuen herbs, exotic Sumeru fruits, specially treated Snezhnayan and Fontaine tinctures and medicines.

Kaeya is taken aback for a second by the sheer length of the final list - most of the items will have to be ordered and shipped and despite his salary of the captain allowing such expenses, it’s still strange to spend so much mora - a complete stranger. Captain contemplates just leaving you there - nuns will take care of you, but the hurt resurfaces again and he sees another person lying on the small hospital bed - little him, scared and confused.

He ends up buying all the listed things, and despite his efforts not to, continues to regularly check up on you when he has time. Sometimes, Barbara says, you wake up from your slumber, enough to utter some confused noises and questions, but then you drowse off again, both sickness and medicine pulling you back to sleep.

Kaeya, to his displeasure, never catches you conscious in time, until he comes one evening, expecting to spend the time looking at you sleeping again only to see you half sitting on the bed. Your posture gets straight the second you notice him too, an expression of confusion and fear appearing on your face.

"Hello", Kaeya starts, slowly walking up towards you, keeping his posture small and voice as friendly as possible:"I am that knight who carried you here, remember?", he explains, seeing the further abashment on you face.

You nod at him, prompting him to continue:"So, I just decided to visit you to ask you how you got in the forest and why were you alone"

"Sister Barbara said that you came here almost everyday," you reply, voice absolutely flat and face having no expression. Kaeya looks at you briefly - it’s rare for children to speak in such a cold manner, you must have something on your mind then.

"Yes, I did" , he says in the same friendly tone.

"Just to know why I was in the forest?" , your voice betrays you, a hint of hurt seeping into it. Ah, that’s why you asked.

"Hm, of course no! I also wanted to see you get better" , he smiles at the end, leaning a bit closer to you. You mull over his words, thinking of their sincerity, and then a later second you say, with much less caution and guard up:

"Well I am better now and…" you get silent for a good minute:"I don't remember why I was there. I think it's because of the fever". Your voice becomes strangely controlled again - you lie to Kaeya, you didn’t forget anything. A part of cavalry captain swells and purrs, recognizing himself in you,

"Do you want to live with me?". He asks instead of trying to get the truth out of you. Your eyes shine and a surprised noise comes out of your mouth at his suggestion - something between a squeak and high pitched yelp.

His apartment isn't the best place to bring the child in - there are far too many bottles and not enough food - Kaeya lives off the takeout from the Good hunter and the skewers he grills when missions call him to leave the city walls. Nonetheless, you don’t look too disgusted with his living conditions, so he considers it a win, as he heads for the tiny kitchen to make you a soup.

It turns out a bit burnt in the end - Kaeya added too much wood to the stove, but you still gulp it down, not leaving anything and thank him for the meal. He makes a mental note to buy you a bed - right now you’re sleeping on a small couch, and clothes to change.

You are a quiet child, too fast to apologize for the smallest mistakes and wary of him when he’s in a foul mood - it gives Kaeya an idea why you were in the woods. Your days together flow slowly and steady with Kaeya falling into routine - he wakes up, makes a breakfast for the both of you, you eat it, as you shyly tell him about your newest interest or finding - a drawing, a strange bug, a shiny rock of unusual colour, then he leaves for work, instructing you to go to the neighbours if you have issues, and leaving a premade dinner for you. Then he comes back, now listening to you talking about your day - you were drawing again, or you played with the other kids, or you were running and catching the butterflies, the now dead insects left for him to look at.

It’s a mundane life, something that Kaeya thought will never please him. There is a large pit inside of him - it was growing and festering with years - Khaenri’ah, father, Diluc, Crepus, that fight. It’s ugly and snarling and thoroughly scorched, a part of his soul that keeps him awake and anxious and angry and sad during bad nights. The pit quiets a bit when Kaeya takes care of you - toys, foods, games, the same way he wishes he was treated as a child.

Crepus Ragnvindr was a nice person, he took Kaeya in, clothed and fed and kept him safe for years, yet there was always an invisible line that separated Khaenri'ahn from Diluc - warmer voice, higher expectations, more praise. Kaeya doubts Crepus noticed this truly tiny gap in treatment, Diluc for sure didn’t. Alberich did his best to ignore it, yet he couldn’t, this difference nagged him at the back of his mind, alienating him in the newfound home.

That must be why he does his best to spoil you - it's new toys and furniture and evening walks around the Mondstadt with you on his shoulders. Soon, a new rumour starts to travel around Mondstadt - about a stray being picked up by another stray. Amber seemingly forgives him for the incident with Collei, Jean gives him a raise the same month, for child expenses, she succinctly says, Albedo off handedly mentions Klee and her desire for friendships, even Lisa gives him a couple of fairytale books, warning him what will happen if he will be late to return them beforehand. Diluc doesn't comment on the irony the next time they happen to meet, but he sees some Dawn Winery workers looking after you, when he is busy with Favonius stuff.

Kaeya, for the first time in years, feels truly happy. He has family again - you and him this time and he's willing to smother you with affections. He buys you things he wishes he had, and teaches you the skills he thinks will help you in life - how to fight, how to lie, how to kill someone with words alone.

It's a strange love he has for you - never seeing you as you - but it's genuine and all encompassing. Kaeya doesn't want little him to suffer again.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #Yandere kaeya #Platonic yandere #Yandere #my writing

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simplee-dreaming · 3 years

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The Party

A/N: I spent far too much time deciding how all of their outfits were gonna look so I hope it paid off. Also, I know some things I mention have different names in different countries but I've gone for what I only know as the British version. Hope you like it! (Totally didn't get inspiration for this idea from driving past a joke shop myself...)

Word count: 2951

Summary: The reader attends her first themed party hosted by RDJ, but her outfit lands her in trouble.

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Tonight was the night. The night you had been waiting for for weeks. A party at Robert Downey Jr’s house. But not just any old party, oh no, a party for the Avengers cast. Not even just a party - a themed party.

See, Robert is well known for his themed parties. Of course he’s done the classics such as the black and white theme, the 80s theme, even the “dress as your favourite superhero” theme - what could be more suited? But he’s also well known for his unique themes. For example: dress as what you wanted to be when you were a kid; dress as your favourite fruit or veg; dress as another member of the cast; dress as your favourite gay icon. The list goes on.

This was your very first party with the cast though. Being the newest member, you were super excited to have a great night with them all outside of work - plus little Tom couldn’t stop guessing what this theme could be. It was, of course:

“Dress as your favourite board game.”

Yep. Board games.

You spent ages trying to figure out what board game you were going to dress up as. The main rule of the themed parties was that you couldn’t tell other people what you were going as unless you deliberately needed someone else to complete your outfit.

You were desperate for ideas now that the party was only a week away. It wasn’t until you were walking down the highstreet, and something in the shop window caught your eye, that you finally had an idea. You were standing outside of a joke shop, and in the window stood a dress...designed like a Twister mat.

Perfect.

The day had finally arrived. No one was filming today so you had all day to get yourself ready. Hair and makeup done, Twister dress on, ready to rumble.

You made your way to RDJ’s house at half 8 - late enough to not be the first one there but early enough to enjoy everyone’s company for longer. You smiled with glee as you stepped into the house. You were tingling with excitement as you walked towards the room where the music played. The minute you walked into the room, everyone approached you. And one by one you scanned them all to see what they were dressed as.

The first person you saw was Anthony, he was dressed up as Cards Against Humanity. Not quite a board game but funny nonetheless. The front of his outfit was completely black and the back was completely white. The writing on his front read “I drink to forget _____”, and the writing on his back read “Tom Holland”. You giggled.

Next was Scarlett. She decided to come dressed as Pictionary. Part of her outfit was made with polyester and nylon, and she carried around a whiteboard marker so that anyone could draw a picture on her outfit and others had to guess what it was. This could also be wiped off easily, ready for the next person to draw.

Sebastian was next, you snorted when you saw him. He was dressed as Frustration. His outfit was divided into the four colours: his top right being yellow, top left being green, bottom right being blue and bottom left being red. He had placed a semisphere plastic hat over his head and inside lay a foam dice which jumped about whenever he shook his head.

After Seb came Liz. She was dressed up as Uno. Her front and back were two different colours of the uno reverse card - the front being red and the back being green. The point of this is that whenever someone asked her to do something she didn’t wanna do, she’d just point to her outfit and get out of doing it.

Next was Paul B. He came as Trivial Pursuit. Random questions and answers were plastered all over his suit, such as: “how many feet are there in a fathom? 6”; “What three-word slogan was named the most popular advertisement ever in a 2000 poll? Beanz Meanz Heinz”; and his own personal saying, “Where do snitches end up? In ditches”.

Following Paul was the unsurprising double act. Big Tom and Hemsy. They had come dressed as Snakes and Ladders. Tom had glued a giant toy python to his all-black outfit, and Chris had stuck a cardboard ladder to the front and back of his all-white outfit. Simple, yet effective.

Then came Evans who was dressed as Noughts and Crosses, despite numerous comments from RDJ about it not being a board game. His back was full of paper noughts and crosses stuck to his top but his front had a similar material to Scarlett’s where the cast could play their own game on his front and then wipe it off for the next players.

You scanned little Tom next. He had gone all out with his outfit, dressing up as Operation. He was wearing a light pink coloured top and matching trousers and had stapled all the pieces of operation to their correct areas, such as the butterfly, the spare rib and the wish bone. He’d also used face paint to paint his nose a dark shade of red. Adorably creepy in a way.

Last, but certainly not least, was the man himself. Robert Downey Jr. He came as the popular game Cluedo. And boy did he look fancy. He wore a top hat that had a giant question mark stuck to it, and a tuxedo with a long sweeping tail attached to the jacket. Neatly placed all over his black suit were the names of the suspects, the names of the rooms and the names of the weapons - all written in white. He looked splendid.

“Twister. How unusual. I love it,” Robert said, the others nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, you all look incredible,” you said.

Little Tom held out his arm and led you to the dance floor where you spent the next hour dancing the night away. Big Tom and Hemsy were owning the dance floor with their moves. Many party classics blared through the speakers, including 5,6,7,8...which you knew the dance off by heart but RDJ had to be taught the moves by you and little Tom.

Another hour passed and you were sat with Scarlett, Liz and Paul in the other room where the music wasn’t so loud. Seb was with you but he had asked Liz to get him a drink and she played the uno reversal so now he was on drinks duty.

“Paul, can I borrow your suit just so I can literally look smarter?” You asked, he chuckled.

“Maybe I can just follow you around and relay the facts for you,”

“You could be the Yoda to my Luke. Though I think you’re too big to sit on my back,” you said.

“Here’s your punch,” said Seb, returning with two cups for him and Liz.

“Finally, what took you so long?” she asked.

“I stopped in the party room, Anthony and little Tom are having a competition to see who can do the macarena better,” he said.

“But...the macarena is the macarena…” you said, confused.

“Try telling them that. Tom insisted that the Brits do it better apparently.”

“Well, we do have some absolute bangers,” you chuckled. Paul agreed.

“So where did you get that dress?” Scarlett asked you.

“The joke shop down the highstreet. I was walking past it last week and found it in the window. Thought it would be perfect,” you shrugged.

“Until Mackie gets over excited and plays Twister on you,” Seb said.

“I’d like to see him try,” you replied.

“Ah, here’s the gang. What are you all doing in here?” Robert said, entering the room with big Tom and Evans.

“We’re just sat chatting….wait, have you left Holland and Mackie alone?” Seb asked.

“They’re fine, Chris is with them,” Tom replied. You tilted your head at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should check on them…” Tom said, you nodded and he left the room.

“Soooo, how’s it going?” Evans asked everyone.

“We’re all fine but Y/N is a bit twisted,” Seb said. Everyone laughed but you bonked him on the head, making the dice jolt.

“Oi!”

You giggled and slapped the plastic hat again, the dice landed on a 6.

“Eyy I get another go!” You cheered before bonking him on the head again. He sighed but chuckled.

“Well it’s nice to see her dressed as an actual board game,” Robert said, turning to Evans.

“Hey, that’s not fair! Noughts and crosses is a board game!” Evans protested.

“I wanna play,” you said. Evans smiled at you.

You got Liz to play with you and you went first. You decided to play as noughts and took the bottom left corner. After a few rounds, you got a straight diagonal line. You cheered as Liz huffed, but she congratulated you nonetheless.

“I wanna play pictionary now,” you said, turning to Scarlett. She smiled and handed you a whiteboard pen. You thought for a moment then began drawing.

You pressed down on Scarlett’s outfit to make sure you could draw properly. You ran the pen down her stomach and she giggled.

“Hey, careful, that tickles,” she said. You blushed and apologised but continued. Everytime the pen went over a certain spot Scarlett would giggle but she never flinched.

“Okay, I’m done,” you announced. Everyone leaned forward and groaned once they saw it.

“Really? You know none of us can say that,” Seb said.

“First one to say it correctly wins,” you shrugged. You had drawn Mjolnir, something that everyone struggled to say.

“Midge-oh-lair,” said Liz.

“Mjohn-ler,” said Seb.

“Me-joln-ier,” said Evans.

“Hey! It’s Mjolnir!” came a voice from the door. Hemsy had just walked in with Mackie, little Tom and big Tom.

“We have a winner,” you grinned and everyone groaned again.

“Okay now I wanna play snakes and ladders,” you said. You scrambled to your feet and launched yourself at Hemsy, climbing up his tall body and clinging to him like a koala. He laughed.

“Okay, and what do we do now?” He chuckled. You shrugged and hugged him tighter, he returned the favour.

“As nice as this is, princess, I can’t carry you around the rest of the evening,” Hemsy said.

“Alright, hang on. Gotta complete the game,” you said. You motioned big Tom to come nearer and leaned over to hug him. Your legs followed and wrapped around his waist before you slid down his body and landed on the floor. Tom laughed.

“Impressive,” he said. You lay flat at the floor and looked at him, giggling.

“You’re very playful today,” big Tom said.

“I’m just happy to be here,” you giggled, he smiled at you.

“Alright my turn, I wanna play twister,” Mackie said, launching himself at you.

“WAIT!” You cried, panicked by his sudden movement. Mackie didn’t listen.

“I’m not doing anything! I need someone to give me an instruction,” he said.

“Right foot red,” Seb said. Mackie lifted his foot and put it on the first red spot he could see, directly on your tummy. You giggled as he adjusted his foot, rubbing it against your tummy.

“Noho Anthony!”

He looked and realised what he was doing, then smirked and vibrated his foot on your tummy again. You giggled louder.

“The twister mat is making noises, how do I turn it off?” He asked.

“Um, try putting your left hand on yellow,” little Tom piped up. Mackie grinned as he spotted a yellow spot on your ribs. He put his hand down and gave them an “accidental” squeeze.

“Hehey!” You shrieked.

“Didn’t work Holland, anyone else?” Mackie said.

“Try right hand green,” Scar said, smirking. Mackie placed his right hand on the green spot on your side and squeezed again.

“Stohop!” You cried.

“Right well that didn’t work, and I can’t put my left foot on it otherwise I would break it. Any other ideas?” he said.

“You may have to push a few buttons, try turning it off and on again,” Paul said. Mackie squeezed your ribs and sides again and shook his foot on your tummy. You screeched loudly.

“Nope, still making noises,”

“Let me have a look,” Liz said. Mackie had you pinned below his hands and foot. You started to giggle as you felt a single finger run up your neck.

“Nonono Lizzie!” You squeaked as she dragged a nail up the other side.

“There must be an off button around here,” she teased. She gently scribbled all her nails into your neck. You scrunched up your shoulders and shrieked.

“NOHOHOHO!”

“Definitely not here, you sure it’s not there Mackie?” Lizzie asked. Mackie squeezed your ribs and sides again and your giggles turned to laughter.

“Nope, no no, that’s made it worse,” he said. “Someone try a blue spot!”

Evans jumped up and ran over to help. He found a blue spot right on your hip, he placed his hand over it and started squeezing.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA!” You screamed. Trying to buck your body was impossible with Mackie still pinning you.

“Dammit Evans you turned the volume up!” Mackie yelled.

“Maybe the problem lies outside of the mat itself,” big Tom piped up.

“What you saying Hiddleston? That we’re the problem?” Mackie asked.

“Not at all, just that there appears to be parts connected to the mat, but not part of the mat itself,” Tom said, putting his hand on his chin. He slowly approached you and swiped a single finger under your knee. You kicked it away.

“Now it’s malfunctioning,” Mackie informed him. Tom hummed and swiped a finger under your other knee. You kicked again. He then spider tickled under both your knees and you shrieked loudly.

“PLEHEHEASE I’M NOHOT BROKEN!” You screamed.

“God DAMN you made it talk!” Mackie yelled.

“I know what the issue is,” Robert said, stepping forward.

“Do go on?” big Tom said.

“You need to hit all the pressure points at once. It’s like a giant reset button, wear it down till it reboots itself,” he said. Everyone looked at each other.

“Position yourselves,” Robert instructed.

Mackie stepped off of your stomach and knelt by your left side, Seb knelt by your right. Lizzie was still up by your neck and big Tom by your knees. Scarlett was by your right shoulder, Paul by your left. Evans positioned himself by your hips, little Tom the other side by your thighs. Hemsworth and Robert sat next to your feet.

“Nonononono please!” You cried.

“Rebooting systems in 3…” Robert began.

“No please!”

“2…”

“Wait!”

“1…”

“No wait I’m not brOHOHOHOKEN!” You cried as everyone attacked you at once. No one was pinning you down but you could hardly twist and turn with 10 people tickling all your spots at once. They were all ruthless and yet...you sort of loved it.

“PLEHEHEHASE NOHOHOHO!” You cried, flailing your arms around. Mackie and Seb were squeezing up and down your sides and across your tummy, Lizzie was tickling deep into your neck, Scar and Paul had just caught an arm each and pinned it upwards so they could tickle your underarms, big Tom was scratching under your knees and squeezing the tops, Evans was squeezing and scribbling into your hips, little Tom was scratching up and down your thighs and Hemsy and Robert had grabbed a foot each to tickle. It was pure torture.

“KEEP GOING, IT’LL WEAR DOWN EVENTUALLY!” Robert yelled over your screams of laughter. Everyone picked up the speed and you screamed louder than ever before.

You now had your arms and legs pinned by Scar, Paul, Robert and Hemsworth so you tried to buck your hips as much as possible and scrunch up your shoulders to protect your neck but it was no use.

“NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!” You cried. You let out another loud scream and fell into a silent laughter. Tears filled your eyes to the point where you couldn’t even see Lizzie kneeling over you.

“Reboot complete,” Robert instructed. He stopped tickling your foot and one by one the rest of the cast followed and ceased their attack. You lay there, taking in deep breaths of air.

“You alright twisty?” Mackie asked, sliding up to your head. You nodded, letting out residue giggles. Evans gave you a hand up and propped you up against the sofa.

“You...are...all...evil…” you breathed out. Everyone chuckled.

“You were in a playful mood, we wanted to join,” Evans said, winking at you.

“I never knew you were so ticklish,” Hemsworth said.

“So would you be if 10 people ganged up on you,” you replied. He laughed and nodded in agreement. Little Tom sat down next to you.

“You okay?” He asked, pulling you in for a hug. You nodded.

“Yeah...that was fun,” you clamped your mouth shut after realising what you just said.

“Fun eh?” little Tom teased, quickly spidering your side to make you giggle again.

“We had fun too if that’s any consolation? Could go for round two if you want,” big Tom said. You looked at him and smiled.

“Not today I don’t think, you guys well and truly broke me,” you said, everyone laughed.

“I think I’ve already decided on the theme for next year,” Robert said. Everyone turned to him.

“Tickle Me Y/N,” he said, “where everyone has to bring a random object to tickle Y/N with. First to make her say stop wins.” He winked at you and you blushed and hid your head in little Tom’s shoulder. He chuckled and stroked your head.

“Now that will be a fun theme,” Mackie replied.

#tickle fic #avengers cast tickle fic

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bbnibini · 3 years

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Fall Again (Kaedehara Kazuha)

"On this mountain path, where the red leaves lifeless lie...my heart calls for a companion, echoing the deer's cry..." (based on this)

(ao3 version) gift for @lexsssu and kei. may this humble offering make you future Kazuha havers!

The summer we shared

Fades into a blush of leaves

Bringing with it fall

Your first memories with Kazuha started when you were little. You were but one of the many children brought by the Kaedahara retainers staying within the residence; frolicking about, living the best of your young life while learning of your future duties for the clan. The end of summer brought cooler winds, and the trees in the courtyard were like blushing maidens as their leaves were dyed in sunset colour. A maple leaf had fallen on your hair, and the steady sleight of his hand startled you when he brought it to your eye level with a smile.

"I'm sorry for startling you. It was stuck on your hair."

You weren't even sure if you were allowed to talk so casually to the young master of the house. Though perhaps your younger self back then knew that a boy your age like the young master didn't care for such formalities. He only ever watches from afar as you played with the other children. Sometimes, his gaze lingers at all of you while he was taking his lessons. But when his attendants will ask him worriedly if he wanted to drive you and the other children away(you must have been so noisy to distract him from his lessons), he would plaster on a smile and decline.

"Do you want to play with us?"

You practised saying it in your head many, many times...but they were never said. Not until this moment--this blurry middleground of summer and fall that seemed to dye everything in sunset orange.

"Do you want to play with me?"

It was his turn to look startled. The way his face flushed as he clumsily tried to hide the bashful look he had with the maple leaf had been futile.

"Can I?"

You nodded and took his hand.

"Don't worry, master Kazuha. I'll share the blame with you if they ever find out."

Thinking back, that must be the start of it all. Like maple leaves falling on the ground, letting him in your heart had been your downfall.

In the many days of sunset orange, when the adults were too busy to even bother, laughter from a certain pair would fill the courtyard. It was warm enough to quell the cold that accumulated as the orange faded into powder white; it had also brought an end to those precious memories you didn't know you were already making with him.

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Cold and pristine white

Yet seeing you amongst them

Warms my freezing heart

He didn't do anything special. You understood that it was just him being him. His kindhearted parents raised him well to become the future heir, and you were merely basking in the fruits of their gentle guidance--an ordinary bystander. Even so, with every call of your name, with every smile given your way, with every look and every word, the feelings that scattered one autumn day only deepened, much like how the snow was doing right now to your feet.

You knew that they knew. You awaited the punishments to come your way, but they never did. The pang in your heart twisted and twisted; it wondered if your delusions were getting to you. What if you continued holding on? What if you got even closer with each other? Wouldn't it be more painful if this unlikely friendship would continue?

Or so you thought. You didn't have the heart to push him away--this lonely looking boy who never shared your luxuries of carefree childhood. Yet you knew you could never share these worries with him. What were you to him but some child his age? What could you know? No one seemed opposed to it, so why couldn't he enjoy his childhood, even for a little bit?

Your drifting thoughts matched the steady pacing of your feet. And it wasn't until the cold snow had reached your knees did you start to feel it through your clothes.

Where...were you? The firewood on your shoulders felt heavier every step, and the cold of winter was beckoning you to close your eyes; to rest under the pine trees a few steps away from you....just for a while--

"...!"

The call of your name coming from his lips felt like they were melting the snow on your feet. And as he brought you into his arms, the restlessness also melted away.

"Let's go back."

"Young Master Kazuha..."

You heard your name being called again--this time by your worried father who had just known that you strayed from the group of children gathering firewood in the forest. He brought the two of you in embrace, his broad and strong arms feeling unbelievably smaller than usual.

Even as the two of you were being scolded, it didn't feel so bad. His next words echoed your unsaid sentiments.

"We share the blame, after all."

He whispered the familiar words to you on secret, bringing warmth to the winter of your thoughts.

You didn't know what changed that winter. He now stood with you as you and the other children gathered around and played in the snow, laughing along. Gone were the longing gazes he sent your way, as he was finally there. The apprehension the other children had at first disappeared instantly at the brightness of his laughter.

From then on, you wished to stay by his side....

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Your gaze of knowing

Melts away the cold of snow

Spring begins anew

...yet even with the strength of your resolve, you knew those fun winter days will come to an end. One winter passed. Two. Three, until you lost count--you have grown old enough for such days to be regarded as your long past childhood. Along with it came the responsibilities you had as a retainer's child. It wasn't like you were going away. You planned to uphold your promise to stay by his side until the day you die. Boundaries were only meant to be made. The lines you weren't meant to cross grew even more obvious as seasons passed, and you only intended to follow along its path.

Young master Kazuha was old enough to take in a wife. He could only delay such duties for so long.

"But I don't want to get married." He told you, admiring the pink mop of cherry blossoms giving you shade overhead.

"Young master, it isn't a matter of choice." you scolded.

He wouldn't say anything back but a sigh. This caused you to sigh in return.

"Even servants have a duty of marriage to sustain future generations, young master."

"Even you?"

The rustling of cherry blossoms awoken you from your trance. You pretended not to know the implications of his questions. The pounding of your heart shouldn't ever be known, not even to the whispers of spring breeze scattering pink petals that looked eerily similar the the ones scattering in your heart.

"Yes, even I."

Ignorance is the kindest gesture you can return to him--for knowing what he meant will only lead to a thorny path.

Spring was the season of beginnings, but even you know such beginnings were only possible if something were to end.

"Young master Kazuha?"

He looked at you with the same gaze you pretended you were numb from.

"Let's not see each other anymore."

...it was a beautiful spring day, but you couldn't help but long for the harsh winters of your gentler past.

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Standing tall and proud

You, with gleaming golden crowns

Waiting for the sun

Eternity.

In the land of fleeting beauty, only she remains constant. She was the pinnacle of Inazuma's legacy, as well as its stronghold. With the Raiden Shogun's rule, Inazuma in all its transience will remain with her.

Yet, were all her actions at present excusable?

The Kaedehara clan had fallen--its tragic heir had gone missing. No one knows where he had went...or so that is what most of the servants' narratives were, but you knew. Perhaps silence is the only way to protect him; their kind and gentle young master deserved freedom in this eternal land.

You didn't want to dwell on what ifs. In the blaring heat of the sun, among the sunflowers looking up at its radiance, he stood there, even brighter than summer itself.

He called for your name as he took your hands, kissing its back.

"I will always remember you."

He was a free man, freer than he was in the confines of his samurai household. Yet, you knew his life of pursuit will always remain with him, and the eternity the Raiden's land had promised was far too comforting to even consider the thoughts in your head.

'Take me with you'

'I won't ever forget you too.'

'Ị̶̛̺̜̣̝̰̣͚̫̓̾̈́̆̈́̊̔̍͂͋͛͌͘͝ ̵̢̨͉̟͖̱͚̆̐̏̚l̷͖̥̃͋͒̉̈́̈̎̃͆̽̈͊̃̈́̆̓̕o̶̡̧̡͖͙̖̙͙̥̻͍̣̗̱͖̦͍̺͙̒̏̏͛͗̌̄͊̽̓͆͌̚̚̕͝ͅv̶̧͕͔̤͚̰̟͙̭̟̠̫̞̀͆̊͗͗̅̊͠ͅͅę̶̘̦̲͓͕͂̑̕͜ ̷̡̢̯̯͙̞̣̲̥̥̞̞̺͕̲͔̆̂͆́̋̑̀̆̃̀͐̀͜͝͠y̷̧̬̜͕͉̣͉̱̩͚̪͒̓͒ͅǒ̸͚̳̠͚̘̯̼̗̳͖͉̫͇͕͔̿͛̉̈́͌̈́͐̑͌͝u̵̧̡̖̼̺̼̯̖̙̲̺̰̮̩̯̜͛̑̃̐͊͛͌̌̓͋́̒̌̚͜'

So he waited and waited for the three words he uttered on your ear to return, and even then, promised of waiting even as you parted ways--even if orange dyed the world around you again.

For like the sunflowers, you were his sun.

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Many summers have passed, and you had left the comfort of eternity to seek out the world on your own. The Raiden Shogun and her eternity was showing its signs of fading in ironic tragedy. Yet you wondered why such fleetingness felt comforting instead.

They called the land you chose to reside in the City of Freedom. Their ruling archon was nothing more than myths and childlike wonder, yet Mondstadt thrived even in their absence.

Like the carefree breeze, its people were equally so. They did not mind your origins nor your reasons, and instead welcomed you in their land with kindness and hospitality. Often, you wondered if the Anemo Archon chose this path of rule to embody the freedom that he is--that perhaps, this might be even his wish.

"I received a vision! It's--"

You smiled to yourself as you stopped that train of thought. You knew your reasons for choosing Mondstadt as your new refuge. Deep in your heart, you were waiting too.

Rain was quite an unusual sight in Monstadt--you were far too used to sunlight and breezy afternoons that the sight of darker skies were comforting to you instead. You liked the sound rain made as it hit the roof, the smell of petrichor in the air--

"Hello?"

Such appreciative thoughts were brought to a halt at the sound of a familiar voice. But he did not speak again, so you weren't sure if you have imagined it instead. The knocks on your door however, reassured you that not everything you heard was imagined.

Your heart pounded at every step, silencing yourself from the hopeful yearning that keeps on resurfacing as you went closer to your doorstep.

But he was there. He wasn't only hopeful yearning. The orange hues of the trees from afar only seemed to deepen the sunset reflecting on his eyes. They widened as they gazed at you.

"I'm very sorry, but can I trouble you for refuge for the night?"

Laughter. You haven't shared one since that distant, summer day. You took the stray maple leaf out of his hair and echoed the words he had uttered to you on the day you first met.

"Did I startle you? You have it stuck on your hair."

..but this time, you chose to stay by his side.

That night, I listened to the hymns till dawn, not for serenity, but to seek a sliver of your soul;

That month, I flipped through all the scriptures, not for enlightenment, but to touch the pages where your fingers once lingered;

That year, I knelt on the grounds, my head embracing the dusts, not to pay obeisance to the Gods, but to feel the warmth you left behind;

That life, I wandered through ten thousand great mountains, not in search for an afterlife, but to cross paths with you –

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fellulahh · 4 years

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Diavolo finds out MC had his baby

Fluffing her cushions, MC began to dread the day she was about to have. Two years had passed since she left Devildom and she’d stayed in regular contact with everybody; even Simeon and Luke. While the brothers often visited her in the human realm, there was one particular demon who could rarely get away from his duties to see her: Diavolo.

He was the one demon she wanted to see most, and yet he was also the one she’d avoided for all this time. MC held a colossal secret from him. For when she was still in Devildom, the Prince and her had a short lived romance. While their relationship blossomed almost immediately, it ended just as quickly as it began. It was inevitable that they’d have to end it though - MC wasn’t going to stay in Devildom forever. Although it only lasted a mere few months, those closest to Diavolo knew MC was the only being he ever truly loved.

And even though she loved him with all of her heart, she could never find it in herself to tell him the day she left what she knew: she was carrying his baby.

MC bit her lip as her body froze. All day anxiety had filled her body as she anticipated the arrival of Diavolo. All of the brothers knew about her son. There was no way she could hide him from them all given how half of the time when they visited her it was without warning.

While the majority of them were happy for her new family, there was one brother who just had to be rational about it all. Although Lucifer was supportive of MC and her baby boy, he couldn’t help but be insistent that she tell Diavolo. He knew it wasn’t his place to say, but deep down he knew MC agreed with him.

She had her reasons for not telling the Prince that she was pregnant. In fact, she had a whole list that she had conjured. The news still hadn’t even settled in for her when she left Devildom; she only found out a week before leaving. Part of her wanted to tell Diavolo everything but she knew it would break both of their hearts. The exchange program was over; there was no way she could stay.

She’d managed to hide their son from Diavolo for over a year but after a visit from Lucifer alone, MC finally decided it was time she told him the truth. The eldest brother had confided in her about how hung up Diavolo had been since her departure; especially after seeing the brothers visit her constantly. Although MC and the demon lord spoke daily through her D.D.D, it was not the same as seeing each other face to face. Realising she couldn’t conceal her secret from him any longer, MC called him one night.

Usually Diavolo wouldn’t be able to leave his Kingdom because of his responsibilities as Prince, but after hearing the desperation in MC’s voice, he knew he couldn’t say no.

While she waited for him to arrive, MC cleaned the whole house twice to try and distract her mind while also watching her baby boy. She let out a sigh as she realised how frantic she’d become. Her heart had been beating hard all morning knowing she’d finally see Diavolo again.

While distracted by her thoughts, she hadn’t realised her son had plodded into the room.

“Mummy.” He babbled, clutching onto her leg.

“Hey little man!” She smiled, picking him up and resting him on her hip.

As soon as she held him in her arms, he rested his tiny head on her chest. He was incredibly needy and loved attention...just like his Father.

MC’s heart felt like it had stopped in her chest when she heard a knock at the door. Biting her lip, she carefully set her baby boy onto his play mat, quickly planting a kiss on his head before making her way to the door.

She could see his silhouette through the blinds. Just knowing he was standing on the other side made her want to cry with happiness. Letting out one last breath, she gripped the door handle and pulled it open.

As soon as her eyes fell on him, tears pricked in her eyes and a huge grin spread across his face. He mimicked her expression as he immediately engulfed her in his arms. “MC!” He gushed, picking her up. Diavolo buried his face in the crook of her neck as he relished how good it felt to hold his human in his arms again. “How I have missed you.”

She was still smiling to herself as her arms gripped him tightly. “I’ve missed you too!” She breathed as he slowly let her down.

As soon as her feet hit the floor, Diavolo’s face grew concerned as he gazed deep into her eyes. Cupping her cheeks with his large hands, he tried to see any sign of distress in her expression. “You sounded worried on the phone.” He spoke softly, “are you okay, my love?”

Biting her lip, MC’s eyebrows furrowed as nerves filled her body. “I think you should come in.” She spoke quietly as her mind returned to their son.

Nodding, he followed her into the house. Stepping inside, he began observing his surroundings as MC shut the door. She couldn’t help but smile after noticing how he had to duck as he entered. Now that he was standing in the human realm, his true size showed.

“Come.” She spoke quietly, leading him into the lounge.

As soon as his eyes fell on the toddler, his face lit up. “Oh hello!” He cooed, “you must be MC’s nephew that she told me so much about.”

MC pulled an awkward face to herself. “Can I get you a drink?” She asked, making her way to the kitchen. If she was about to break the news that the baby sat in front of him wasn’t her nephew, she needed a coffee. A strong one too.

“I’m okay thank you!” He insisted as he was unable to take his gaze of the small toddler. Sitting down in front of him, Diavolo grinned. “Hello little guy!” He gushed, holding up a little teddy bear, “is this yours?”

“Yes.” The toddler nodded with wide eyes as his chubby little hands reached out for the toy.

Diavolo had an amused look on his face as he studied the baby. There was something odd about the child; his hair was an usual shade of auburn and his eyes had a flicker of yellow in them. The Prince had seen a picture of MC’s brother and knew that he looked similar to her, so he assumed that the baby got his Mother’s looks.

Entering the lounge again, MC got more and more nervous as she watched Diavolo and their son become acquainted. How he had not realised already was beyond her; now that they were sat next to each other she realised what a spitting image their toddler was of his Father!

Standing beside him, MC placed a hand on Diavolo’s back as her face sunk. Feeling her touch, he turned his head. “What is it you needed to speak to me about?” He asked, not standing up.

She smiled sadly at his ignorance. “Him, actually...” she whispered, nodding toward their son who was busy chewing on his teething toy.

“Is he okay? Has something happened to your brother?” He asked quickly, growing worried.

“No, Diavolo.” She sighed, shaking her head.

Bending down, she picked up the toddler in her arms before walking over to the sofa. Sitting down, she plopped their son on her lap. Immediately, sensing his Mother’s warmth, he snuggled into her.

Concerned, Diavolo moved across the room to sit beside her. His mind began to grow suspicious after seeing how natural she seemed with the baby. Even if she was his Aunty, the human and the baby seemed to have a different dynamic. Suddenly aware of his surroundings, Diavolo glanced around the room, noticing how many pictures of the toddler decorated the walls. There was one in particular though that caught his attention. Before he could properly study the photograph, MC distracted him.

“Do you remember what I said when I called you?” She asked quietly.

“You said there’s something you needed to tell me, something important.” He recollected, turning his attention back to her.

Diavolo became unusually serious as their conversation began.

“Yeah...” MC sighed, as she held their baby close to her chest. “Just before I left Devildom I found something out - I was scared...frightened about what it was.”

As her voice filled his ears, Diavolo turned back to look at the photograph that had caught his attention across the room. He was intrigued by it as soon as he first saw it but couldn’t quite make out who was in it. Narrowing his eyes, he finally saw clearly what was in the small framed picture: MC cradling a newborn baby wearing nothing but white.

“I wanted to tell you what it was but I could only think of reasons not to - there were too many factors not in our favour. You’re the future King and I was merely a human on an exchange program.” She continued. As she spoke, her eyes remained on their son; MC hadn’t realised that Diavolo’s focus was elsewhere. “And then after I left Devildom, there was no way I could ever find the courage to tell the truth. Not until Lucifer made me see sense...”

Widening his eyes as he realised what was happening, Diavolo let out a shaky breath. The likeness to him, the abundance of photos, the picture of MC in a hospital gown cradling a baby... “My son...” he whispered in complete shock.

MC felt tears prick at her eyes as the truth was finally revealed. She didn’t even need to tell him; Diavolo had already worked it out. Her heart felt like it was in her throat as she anticipated his reaction. Fear filled her entire body within seconds as her stomach felt queasy.

Diavolo turned his head quickly to face her. He’d lost all colour from his cheeks as his eyes remained wide. “Is he?” He asked quietly.

“He’s not my nephew.” MC shook her head, biting her lip to stop herself from whimpering. With those words she confirmed his suspicions. “He’s your son.”

His watery eyes then flickered to the toddler who had now fallen asleep in MC’s arms. Remaining speechless, he knitted his eyebrows as his heart adjusted to this new flutter that filled it. He felt like he was gazing at his whole life in this small bundle of joy.

“How could you not tell me?” He whispered, heartbroken that he hadn’t been there for every moment of her pregnancy and their baby being born.

“I’m sorry.” She admitted, “I only found out a week before I left...words can’t even begin to describe how terrified I was.”

Reaching out, Diavolo delicately held his son’s tiny fist in his huge hand. He felt ashamed that he didn’t recognise his own blood when he first laid eyes on him. How did he manage not to? The baby’s hair was the exact same shade as his, albeit shorter and that unusual amber glow was prominent in his iris’.

“I have a son...” Diavolo breathed, trying to comprehend the revelation still. “We have a son.”

Finally turning to meet MC’s eyes, he looked completely overwhelmed with love. “We have a son, MC!” He repeated, absolutely mesmerised.

“We do.” She whispered, still anxious about the confession.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Diavolo sulked, still holding their baby’s fist.

“I wanted to.” MC admitted. “But with the circumstances...”

“If I knew I would have never let you go. I never wanted you to! I always wanted you to stay but couldn’t allow myself to put the pressure on you by saying so.” He confessed. “I only wish you told me, MC. I don’t care what the circumstances were or still are.”

“I couldn’t think straight.” MC spoke, feeling ashamed of her actions, “you and I were barely together for a few months.”

“So? That doesn’t matter to me.” He insisted, “I loved you, MC. And I still do. I would have done anything for you and our baby had I known.”

MC was silent as she was left to think about the past two years. Diavolo turned his focus back to their son who was still sleeping peacefully. “He’s wonderful.” He whispered, feeling himself welling up.

While completely in love with the fact that they’d made a family together, he hadn’t quite comprehended that the baby MC held was his. This tiny toddler was the heir to the throne. Not taking his eyes of his son, Diavolo’s face turned serious. He would give his whole life to protect their child.

“I’d like you to come back with me, MC.” He stated. “There’s no way I will ever leave you now. I made the mistake of letting you go once; I’m not about to make the same mistake. Especially now.”

“But Diavolo, I have a life here now.” MC whimpered, “my family...”

“And ours?” He questioned, referring to the three of them. “Please MC, you can’t deprive me from him.”

Diavolo’s pleading eyes gave MC no choice. There’s no way she could reject his offer after seeing him beg so desperately. Gazing at him with worried eyes, she bit her lip. “Okay.” She whispered, “we’ll come back with you.”

A huge, relieved grin immediately appeared on his face.

“But I need time to say goodbye.” She spoke quickly, placing a small hand on his muscular arm.

“Take as long as you need.” He breathed, unable to contain his happiness. “I’ll stay with you until you’re ready...if you’ll allow it.”

“What about Devildom?” She asked concerned.

“You expect me to go back so soon after discovering this?” He questioned, “no, my priority is here now.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date

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underatedcharactersunite · 4 years

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Summary; Geralt encounters a vampire, who shares a similar story as him, she’s the not the monster he’s been told she is. But what happens when she needs to feed? Pairing; Geralt of Rivia x Vampire!Female Reader WordCount; 1, 780 Warnings. Strong Language, Blood Drinking, Angst, fluff, sexual underlying themes. A/N - Day 3, you can read Day 2 here

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Geralt had encountered many creatures within his life. Some cruel and wicked. Some misunderstood and desiring change. Geralt never kept brought work into his travels, until Geralt met you. He was supposed to kill you and provide your head to the man who hired him, but he couldn’t.

When Geralt tracked you down, he was expecting a bloodsucker monster. A woman so cruel, he believed he was in for a tough battle ahead of him. However, what he found was a juxtaposition of the stories he had heard. Instead, you were skipping with a group of children in the street.

“I know what you’re doing here Witcher, give me five a few more moments before my time, would you.” Geralt watched on as the children reacted positively with you. While the coin was a coin, Geralt suspected the man who paid him to be misleading him.

You kept your promise as you left the children, providing them with the empty promise, without so much of a word you wandered into the woods understanding your fate. You had lived many centuries, miraculously surviving without little hassle. Until you crossed that disturbing, wicked wrinkling old man who decided it was a brilliant idea to strike his wife and Daughter. Threatening the elderly man had gained you the presence of a Witcher, brilliant.

“Get it over with Witcher. I understand you have a job that must be done. I am too old for games.” Whirling around to face him, you got your first proper glance at the white-haired man who was here to kill you.

“You’re not going to fight for your life. I heard you’ve fought an army of thousands before.” Rolling your eyes, you examined him sceptically.

“Do you believe every word a low life abusive bastard tells you? Here I was under the impression you were a man of intelligence and perspective. I’ve encountered many Witchers in my life, most of them corrupt and money-hungry. I was under the impression you would be different. Guess I was wrong. Enough of the mindless chatter kill me already.”

“I’m not going to kill you.” Cocking your eyebrow, this Witcher confused you more and more by the second. This Witcher was not like anyone you had ever encountered before. If he refused to kill you, then what was his plan? The spineless man was hardly going to allow him to get away with it.

“Then what are you going to do with me? Are you going to lock me away and keep me as your prisoner? I’ve been a prisoner to a Witcher before it didn’t end well for him so it won’t end well for you.”

“I’m sure it would, but I won’t keep you a hostage. You must leave this place and get as far as away from here as possible. I see no threat.” Stepping forward, you examined his golden orbs, searching for something, anything.

“This place has been my home for the past fifty years. The people in this place, know what monster of the night I am. Except they don’t fear me, they were able to see my cold heart. They realised I cared about them when I had to I protected them against man or beast. I’ve battled people of my kind to protect these people. So tell me, Witcher, where do you suspect I go now. I presume you’ve experienced similar prejudice to myself.”

“Anywhere that’s safe. You’ve adapted well enough. You’re able to walk around in the sun now. You will find somewhere new.” Rolling your eyes, it was clear this Witcher was continuously on the move. You wondered how often he was forced to camp out in the woods because humans wouldn’t expect him.

Suddenly a rustling in the tree’s broke your concentration, your senses heightened. A brown-haired man came tumbling out of the brushes.

“Excuse the interruption Geralt, but it appears that this beautiful creature here has nowhere to go, so why doesn’t this, seductive, alluring creature come with us. I’m Jaskier by the way, tell me have you ever slept with a human before.”

“I didn’t know Witcher’s travel with overly flirtatious humans? Can’t say I’m not flattered by your remarks. Also thank you for introducing Geralt to me. However, Geralt is right, and I’ll be going now. It was nice to meet you, Jaskier…Geralt.”

You quickly began your descent into town so you could gather your belongings. While you had left the sanctity of the forest, you could still hear Geralt and Jaskier bickering away.

“What did you do that for!? She could have helped you! She understands what it’s like to be misunderstood, and you’ve just let her go! What makes it worse, the entire time you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her.”

“Jaskier!”

“You need to stop pretending the world is against you. If she travelled with us, she could give you a break. What happens when you get injured again?”

“I will handle it.”

If you don’t ask her to come with us, then I will.“

“Fine, she can come with us. Go ahead and ask her she could say no.” Moments later, you heard someone running towards you. You knew it was Jaskier, so you awaited for him outside.

“I take it you’ve heard every word?.” You nodded, a moment later you were approaching Geralt alongside his horse. The three of you began your travels into a world and journey completely unknown.

Travelling with Jaskier and Geralt was easier than you presumed. The three travelled between city and city locating work in order to get paid. A witcher, A vampire and a bard was an unusual combination but it managed to work.

Although it was a struggle to locate a viable food source, the last couple centuries you had alternated between human and animal blood which to your surprise worked. Biting from a human always appeared an intimate aspect, someone’s neck was frequently a place for kissing and biting when in a passionate embrace with one another. Perhaps that’s why you refused to feed on Jaskier.

Whilst you cared deeply for the Bard, something in your heart created a feeling of guilt for even entertaining the idea, especially when you found your gaze analysing Geralt at every precise moment. Not to mention that the hunger you were currently experiencing, you were terrified that you might kill him.

Geralt had become aware of your situation. Some days, you refused to sit by Jaskier or informed them you required some time alone and camped a mile or so away from them. Geralt knew you believed you were doing it to protect them both, but deep down every time you left camp to be by yourself, Geralt feared you had decided to leave him.

One day, Geralt decided to follow you. Immediately you were furious with him. Geralt did not understand why he needed to stay away. You were a threat now to both of them. Did he genuinely believe that you desired to break away from them whenever your cravings for blood became so detrimentally bad that you feared you were the threat?

“You need to come back with me? It is dangerous for you to be out here on your own.” Looking over to Geralt, your ideas reflected the colour of what you desperately needed. The everyday shade of your eyes had a faded away while the crimson blood colour had replaced it.

“Geralt you need to stay away from me right now! There is no threat because I am the threat! I could hurt you or Jaskier.” Geralt’s large frame stepped in-front of you, despite you trying to step away from him, the distinctive smell of metal flowed through his body. You couldn’t be near him, not now not until you had hunted something.

“Fed on me.” Due to Geralt’s sheer size and height difference, bent his knees slightly so you could have perfect access to his neck.

“Are you out of your mind!? There’s a chance I could effortlessly drain you of all your blood. Who’s going to take care of Jaskier then, who will protect him?” Geralt uttered another word he brought his lips down harshly onto yours.

“This isn’t about Jaskier right now this is about you. What happens to both of us if you die? What then? Will saving you that day be for nothing? Jaskier doesn’t want to lose and if we’re being honest neither do I. I’ve spoken more to you in the past several weeks than I have spoken in years. So feed on me.” Geralt’s declaration left you speechless his lips quickly returned to yours as he grasped you into his thick arms picking you up.

“I do not desire to hurt you Geralt of Rivia.”

“You will only hurt me if you allow yourself to starve to death.”

You refused to bite down on Geralt’s neck straight away. Reclaiming Geralt’s lips to your’s, the intimacy of the moment rose evermore. Kissing Geralt was everything you believed it would be. It was rough and passionate, an intoxicating feeling one that you were sure you would never of. As Geralt exposed his neck to you, you couldn’t quite believe that Geralt of Rivia, the Butcher of Blaviken was submitting to you. While still managing to press burning kisses onto your own throat. As your fangs grew, you placed searing kisses repeatedly onto Geralt’s neck, before you picked the perfect spot and bit down harshly. “There you two are. I was wondering where the two of you had got too. Is this a private thing or can anyone join?” “Jaskier!”

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rosyfingereddawnn · 3 years

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heart of gold (chapter three)

pairing: robert plant x florence bennett (oc)

warnings: domestic abuse (god sorry), jimmy bein’ a simp :)

words: 3.4k

summary: trapped in a loveless marriage to a powerful man, florence bennett lives every day in despair. after a chance encounter with a golden-haired actor, florence finds that her life will never be the same again.

author’s note: new oc alert!! this character was based off a little friend of mine... who’s helped me like. immensely. babe ily. also god this one hurt to write i'm sorry guys. hope you enjoy :)

chapters: 1 | 2

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The waning light of the late afternoon sun filters in through the grand windows, stained glass painting the room a myriad of colours. Polished maple shelves line the walls, packed to the brim with dusty tomes. Comfortable armchairs sit around a side table, the gilded siding gleaming. On its surface sits a dainty teacup, still steaming.

Florence strides through the aisles of the library, trailing a finger along the worn spines. The lady of the house divides her time most often between the beautiful music room and the library, as Allen leaves her to her devices, most of the day. Running a city, he always says, takes a lot of work, dear. She’s not complaining at all, if it puts her at a difference from the barbarian she is lucky enough to call a husband.

Stopping, finally, she pulls a book from the shelf, running her fingers across the letters decorating the cover, fingers catching lightly on the grooves. ‘Wuthering Heights’, the cover reads, and Florence nods, content with her choice. Drifting across the room, she settles comfortably into the plush chairs, reaching a hand out to grasp the handle of the teacup beside her. Soft spice settles over her tongue, and her chest fills with warmth, the steaming beverage warding away the slight chill in the room. Cracking open the cover, her eyes drift over the slightly yellowed pages of the novel.

“I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society…”

The woman recites the words on the page, voice drifting high into the rafters as it flutters past her lips. Florence has always enjoyed reading aloud, as it made her feel as though she was not alone. That someone hears her, and cares to listen to the words that flow from her mouth. Allen hated it, in the beginning. When he had given her the time of day, and cared for her. Promises of forever tumbled from his lips then, instead of the insults and hurt that dripped, like a slow poison, from them now.

Shaking her head clear of those thoughts, she continues. An hour passes, then another, and Florence loses herself in the narrative. These characters, brutal and flawed, intrigued her. They enchanted her, and she was unable to put it down.

Until a set of heavy footsteps, thunderous against the polished floors, near the door to the library. She knows exactly who it is, spending as much time as she had training herself to recognize his gait. Shutting her novel with a loud snap, she looks around the room. Everything is in its place; the room is pristine, as always. Smoothing down her dress, a bright yellow with lace at the hem, she waits for the inevitable. The click of the door opening rings through the suffocating silence of the room, and Allen strolls in, perfect image maintained by his coiffed hair and expensive pinstripe suit.

“Florence, my dear. I knew I might find you here.”

“Allen, is there something wrong?” Florence replies, the hands that rest on her lap subtly trembling as she gazes at her husband. He seems to be in a good mood today. Florence only hopes it can stay that way.

“We will be putting on a ball in the coming weeks, to celebrate my proficiency as mayor. Now,” Allen slips closer to his wife, and brings a hand to her chin. Holding her in place, he presses closer, looking directly into her hazel eyes. “I hope I won’t need to reiterate this. Please do try and behave.”

“O-of course, Allen, I will—”

“We wouldn’t want a repeat performance of recent festivities, would we?”

His words make Florence’s blood boil. She sees the world in shades of angry red, and clenches her fists as tight as she can, hiding them from Allen’s view. Her knuckles are painted white with the strain of keeping her composure. A few weeks have passed since Allen rained pain and devastation upon his household, but the wounds both mental and physical are not so easily hidden, swept aside.

Pasting on an agreeable smile, cheeks straining with the effort, she nods her head. Florence knows that if she plays by his rules, she’ll remain unharmed. He’ll finally leave her alone.

“I will be on my best behaviour. Please, do not worry, dear.”

Allen tilts her head up further, to stare right into her eyes. Florence would love nothing more than to deal him the pain that he had dealt to her. To John, and to James. Instead, she raises her hand, laying it across Allen’s, as she gazes earnestly back. Touching him feels horrifyingly wrong, and it's as though fire laps at her palm.

“You will need a gown, no doubt.”

“I was planning to go into town with Ms. Weston. You remember, she—”

“I do not care who accompanies you. I care, darling, that you do not embarrass me,” The man smiles at her, sharp canines glinting dangerously in the fading sunlight, and he presses his lips to her cheek. His scent, sharp and cloying, nauseates her. Allen stands up to his full height, which, admittedly, was not much, and moves for the door. Turning back to look at her once more, he takes her in almost hungrily. “I wonder, Florence, if you still look as lovely unclothed as you do in this dress. Perhaps tonight, we may find out?”

With a sneer and a chuckle, he walks out the door, closing it behind him.

Florence’s hands unclench, finally, as subtle pain rips through her palms. Gazing down at the skin of her hand, she sees deep pink crescents. One of them is streaked lightly with blood. She had broken the skin, it seems.

Trembling hands retrieve the book from the table it had been left on, and Florence opens the cover once more. Eyes drifting down to read, she can’t seem to make sense of the words, anymore. Florence is shaken, and she knows that it is precisely what Allen wants.

It is but a game for him; a battle of control. He’s winning.

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“You mean to tell me that he… Oh, Florence…”

The chime of nails against delicate china rings through the luxuriously decorated sitting room, as Florence passes a teacup, the steam wafting from the top following the scent of rich spices, to the woman sitting on the plush divan. Her dress, a pastel lavender, meets the floor in a stream of tulle. Dark tresses, pulled back in a small, loose braid, curl as they fall across her shoulders.

“Emma, I have no idea what to do.”

Emma Weston had known Florence longer than she could remember. They had met when they were young, and since then, they’ve been almost inseparable. That is, until Allen came along. Slowly, almost inch by inch, he had pushed Emma out of the picture, further isolating his wife. The women seemed to meet less and less over the years, now coming together a few times a month. Emma was unmarried, and rather educated, which almost seemed to scare the man. A favourite quote of his pops into Florence’s head, then: “Educated women, well, they’ll bring the downfall of humanity.” To the women, of course, it served as a nice bit of comedy.

“My dear friend, I… Is there anything I can do?” Emma lays a hand on Florence’s shoulder, earnest eyes locked on those of her friend. Florence meets her gaze then, and the glassy hazel eyes unnerve the woman. They look defeated. “Florence, we will fix this, somehow.”

“If that is possible…”

Emma shakes her head, eyes blazing with a incendiary anger she must keep hidden from the woman sitting next to her. Florence, naive as she might have been upon entering the relationship, has done nothing to warrant this treatment, this violence. Every mention of the horrors; the atrocities, that have been committed in this house makes the woman’s blood burn in her veins. Emma settles her hand over Florence’s, rubbing calming circles into it. She knows how the other woman ticks, after the years they’ve spent together, and she can see the slight tremors that pass through her. She’s scared. Why wouldn't she be, with a husband like that, Emma thinks.

“Florence,” The sentence almost tumbles out, but she catches herself. Florence has always disliked pity, felt that it was counterproductive and useless. It does nothing to help the situation, so there is no need for it. Emma changes the subject swiftly, a bright smile tilting up the corner of her painted lips. “What else have I missed? Surely you’ve gotten up to much, with your lovely husband gone so often.”

A moment of unusual silence passes, as a blush darkens Florence’s cheeks, pink shades dancing with the freckles that linger on her skin. “Well,” Florence starts, hands fidgeting in her lap as she looks anywhere but at her friend. With a fortifying sigh, she releases the words trapped in her throat. “I’ve… I’ve been writing to a man. An actor, from the theatre we frequent.”

“Oh? How long have the two of you been corresponding? Do tell me more!”

“A month, as of next weekend—”

“A month? Florence, it’s been a whole month, and you didn’t think it right to tell me? I thought we were friends… ”

“Emma,” Florence starts, scrambling to reassure her friend, until she glimpses the smirk that dangles from her lips. A relieved sigh fills the silence that had fallen over the two, and Emma’s giggle lights up the room. “You were joking…”

“Of course I was! Now, tell me more about this mysterious actor. What do you know of him?”

“Well, I do not know his name, unfortunately. This… this is my fault. If he knew who I was; if he knew Allen, he would never give me the time of day. Emma, he is beautiful, of mind, body, and soul.”

“How do you mean?”

“It was his appearance, initially, that attracted me. He was simply irresistible,” Florence’s cheeks flush deep scarlet, as an unconscious smile blossoms across her cheeks. Her hands slash through the air as she recounts her first sighting of the elusive actor. “…James and John, thankfully, had the mind to encourage me to contact him. Emma, he is poetic and charming, yet he isn't haughty in the slightest, like some who share these traits. He’s always been perfectly kind, and charisma drips from every pore. Every letter I receive from him… Goodness, Emma, it has the same effect on me that his performance had.”

“Perhaps you should invite him to the ball.”

It was a simple statement, yet those 8 words ring like sirens in Florence’s head. Her blush deepens, and she stammers out a response, nervous hands smoothing down nonexistent wrinkles on her gown. With a deep breath, she recovers, and locks eyes with Emma, who hides a smile behind a dainty hand.

“Have you gone completely mad?”

“Think about it,” Emma starts, revealing the amused smile that she had tried to hide. Taking in the way Florence’s mouth hangs open in shock, her eyes wider than saucers, Emma continues, a giggle fluttering in the air of the expensive room. “You could slip away from the other patrons, somewhere Allen would never find you, and meet the man that stole your heart.”

Florence remains frozen, as though she were a component of a still-life painting. Her blush-pink lips form an O, and her eyebrows creep close to her hairline. Her hands, the only thing in motion, are a flurry of movement as she fidgets under Emma’s watchful gaze.

“Florence, honestly, is it truly that preposterous of an idea?”

“O-of course it is! Emma,” The woman of the house shakes her head emphatically, mind racing to come up with the perfect excuse as to why this idea, although tempting, was utterly absurd. “Look, if Allen ever… I could never subject this… this angel to that.”

“If you think it’s best not to, then I will stand with you. This is, of course, common knowledge. What I will never do, however, is sit idly by and watch you throw away your happiness, again.”

Silence sits heavy over the two women, the only sound being the light slurping of tea gone cold. Emma, chancing a glance over at her long-time friend, takes in the quiver and shake of her hand. Florence sets the fragile china cup, painted a pale sky blue, on the wooden surface of the table that rests in front of them, and relaxes back into the comfortable settee.

“Is… Is James able to attend? The ball, I mean.” The relative quiet is broken by Emma, voice faltering as she curls into herself. For as long as Florence could remember, Emma has only had eyes for James. Whenever she came to the manor, her eyes would roam the chiseled marble hallways for even a short glimpse of him, and a deep blush seemed to dust her cheeks whenever he was in the room.

“I believe he and John are working that particular night, although… perhaps you could steal him away for some time alone?”

“Florence!”

The peals of laughter that fill the room muffle the hurried footsteps fast approaching, a choked gasp and the sound of falling papers finally making the two women look up. James stands by the door, shoulders hunched as he locks eyes with Emma across the room. A collection of envelopes litter the floor, and James, scrambling to his knees with a squeak, rushes to retrieve them.

A wordless glance passes between the two friends, and Florence nods, a subtle smile lighting up her face. Emma stands, flattening down her dress with clammy hands, walks up to the man, and he looks up at her under his eyelashes, hands stilled by her appearance.

“E-Emma! H-hello, I…”

“James, your face… are you alright?”

The man nods emphatically, almost thrumming with nerves as he replies, “it was nothing, Emma. You need not worry for me.”

Her hand, palm up, rests upon his cheek as she takes in the bruising, subtle now after the days that have passed, that mottles his pale skin. Florence can almost hear the rapid beating of his heart as he gazes up at her from his position on the floor.

“I can't help my worry for you, James,” Clearing her throat awkwardly, Emma shifts her gaze to the tiled floor, her eyes widening when she glances at the stationary strewn across the ground.“May I… or rather… Do you need help?”

The servant gulps audibly, and nods, cheeks an angry scarlet to compliment the fading tones of purple. The woman kneels next to him, and retrieves the fallen letters. Glancing at it briefly, her eyes light up excitedly, as she gazes at James.

“Are these invitations for the ball?”

“They are. I was to go around the town handing them out, just now.”

Two hands brush as they reach for the last envelope, and pull back, as if electricity had struck them upon contact. Florence hides a beaming smile beneath her hand as she watches her friends. They simply cannot look away from each other. James coughs, breaking the tension that had settled over the two, and they scramble back, each holding a portion of the letters. Two piles become one, and Emma steps back, the hand rubbing at her arm betraying the picture of calm she was trying to emulate.

“M-Miss Weston, always a pleasure. How are you?”

“I-I am well, James. And you?”

“Very well. May I say, you look… lovely.” The conversation peters out as their gazes flit to the ground, and Florence, from her perch behind them, can’t help but giggle. The sound propels the servant into action, and he thrusts an envelope into Emma’s hand, backing away as if he was burned by the feel of her hand on his.

“I was supposed to stop at your residence, but since you are already here…”

With that, he turns tail and rushes out of the room, leaving Emma standing, slack-jawed. Slowly, she turns around to meet Florence’s eyes, and the disbelief present on her face is almost comical.

“Perhaps you will be the one to slip away for a moonlit dance in the end, Emma.”

With well wishes, and an earnest promise to find dresses for the ball, Emma departs, stepping into her own carriage. The flush on her cheeks was still visible.

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“Of all the times to run out… Just my luck.”

Soft footsteps spatter like rain across the staircase, as Florence mutters to herself. Dashing into her bedroom, she searches every nook and cranny, pulling back with a grunt dripping with frustration. The supply that had sat on the desk against the wall was usurped, and there were no traces of any sheets in the rest of the mansion’s many rooms. Except for one.

Rushing across the hall, Florence stops in front of a pinewood door, intricately carved as most things within the manor happen to be.

Allen’s study, as she’s been told time and time again, was never to be entered, by anyone except the man himself. It’s rarely ever locked, though his intimidation serves as enough of a barrier from entering, until today.

All she needs is paper, after all. About to pen yet another letter to her nameless angel, she lacked the most important element: the paper itself. Where better to find a much-needed slip, than in a study, Florence thinks as she turns the gold-gilded knob. She opens the door only to be greeted with beautiful, wide windows of stained glass, which turn the sunlight into vibrant shades of red and green. Against the wall, a bookshelf stands tall, books of every genre imaginable lining it. Against the far wall, a well-polished mahogany desk, complete with winding embellishments around the edge, sits before an elegant leather armchair.

No paper in sight, of course.

A sigh reverberates off of the maroon walls, as Florence pulls open a drawer, careful to leave things as proper as possible so as to not alert Allen. Shuffling through the first, she finds a variety of legal forms and journals, and her frustration simmers inside of her. Moving on to the second drawer, she tugs on the wood-furnished handle, and her heart shatters.

Sitting prim and proper, face up in the drawer, was a letter addressed to Allen. In a curling script that, distinctly, was not hers, reads: “To my beloved, Allen.” This one note, this blasted letter, lays on a bed of dozens of others, all addressed in the same way, in the same sprawling hand. Florence can feel streams of crystalline tears trickle down the flaming apple of her cheeks, and a violent scream catches in her throat. Her insides burn in rage, in fury, in betrayal, and if not for her grip on the desk, she would have crumpled to the floor. There were no dates printed upon the envelopes, though, judging by the sheer amount, it is safe to say that this had been going on for quite a while. Long before she had laid eyes upon her actor.

Under the pile of deceitful notes, almost mocking her, sat the coveted paper. Ripping it out of the drawer, Florence turns, eyes sweeping the room for anything out of the ordinary. Seeing perfection, she tears out of the room, crossing the hall into her chambers. She sits herself down, defeated, on the chair adjacent to the small desk. Her head falls forward into her palms, resting there until, suddenly, she slams a hand down onto the lacquered tabletop.

Allen Bennett has stolen her livelihood. He has stolen her happiness; stolen everything that he saw worth taking. Greed seeps from every pore, and there are no consequences. Allen Bennett is a foul, demonic man, and Florence must play the role of the angel. The perfect wife. She must act as Allen’s toy, only of use to him when he needs a night of pleasure.

Curling her hands into rigid fists, the woman nods resolutely, and lunges across the desk. Trusty fountain pen in a clenched hand, Florence seizes the newfound sheets, and soon enough, a river of ink flows across the page. Teardrops that trickle down the slope of her nose serve as the signature.

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shunsuiken · 3 years

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purple night.

pairing. oikawa tooru x fem!reader

genre. different dimension!au + fluff + angst + suggestive themes (nothing too spicy, you guys are just naked but thats it sjsndksjd) there’s swearing too !

wc. 3k

an. basically sunmi’s song, but it has a happy ending . ALSO ??? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 1K ??? idk what happened yall <///3 and before i forget !! this is a valentines day themed fic !

it almost felt like a trance. like you were floating on a cloud as festivities surrounded you. there were children holding cotton candies in their tiny hands and there were couples embraced in each other's arms as they strolled through the warmly-lit festival.

you seemed to be searching for a familiar someone, your feet guided you through the game booths and food vendors decorated to fit the theme of the festival. although you couldn’t remember the face of this person, you remembered the melody of his voice clearly.

“y/n-chan, welcome back!”

there he is. you grinned, turning around, making your hairs blow away from your face in a way that made the moment look like it was from a movie. you felt the blood rush through your veins again, lighting your cheeks up in heat.

“tooru!” you both pulled each other in a tight embrace, his arms locked themselves around your figure while a hand rested on the back of your head.

you melted into his form, burying your face into the crook of his neck to inhale the scent of his you missed dearly. you were on your tippy-toes, holding as much as you could of him.

“i thought i wouldn’t see you again.” your bottom lip shook, you were lucky to meet him once more since that didn’t happen often.

“maybe the fates are on our side for tonight.” you felt the vibration of his voice by your temple. you missed this, his touch, his warmth, his voice.

for some reason you always forgot his name once parted from him. but whenever you heard his sweet voice greeting you in that sing-songy tone, his name was brought back to your memory like you never forgot. it was unusual, and left you feeling guilty for not remembering a name you held so close to your heart.

“hope they’re this kind for the rest of the week,” you joked, feeling oikawa’s chin lift from the crown of your head, a chesty fit of laughter escaping his pretty pink lips.

this was a sight you enjoyed. the gleam of happiness that shone all across his facial features, his thick cocoa-coloured hair would follow his movements onto his forehead, just brushing above his brows that rose in amusement.

oikawa always knew you were quite funny. maybe it was a reference to the bitterness you held against the fates or perhaps, you just wanted to hear him laugh.

“so how shall we spend our night, tooru?”

“however you wish.” oikawa’s eyes trailed off somewhere else before meeting yours again. “where would you like to go?”

you wondered, tapping on your chin as you looked around the festival. there was balloon pop, spin the wheel and fishing games. but to be completely honest, as long as oikawa was by your side, you wouldn’t mind playing every single one of those games. even if you knew that the clock was ticking.

it was a loud, annoying little bird that cocked its head forwards whenever a certain period of time passed by.

awakening hour in 1 hour and 27 minutes.

maybe oikawa heard it too, maybe he didn’t—you didn’t want to ask. that would break the atmosphere. so you quickly pulled a smile on your face.

“how about the carousel?” you suggested.

“whatever the angel wishes.” oikawa took your hand, fitting like a glove in his as he led you to the carousel down the yellow-brick pathway.

it was gorgeous, the lightbulbs that flickered across the cresting of the carousel, illuminating a golden shade that resembled a sunset. it contrasted with the cherry red that brought out the amber adorning the poles aligning with the horse hangers.

amongst the other things at the festival, the carousel shone the brightest, acting like the heart of it all.

you and oikawa took a round on the carousel, pulling your legs over the backs of the horses to sit comfortably. once the platform began turning, you couldn’t help but let out a childish giggle. you felt so free and content, especially with the light breeze that whirled through your hairs.

the ride was simple. the horses went up then down, and the platform itself turned in a circle for an amount of rounds that would warp your imagination, slowly coaxing one to loosen their knowledge of time.

the excitement on your face was crystal clear. it was the smile that twitched to your lips, the apple of your cheeks that rose in the process. your eyes sparkled thanks to the lights of the carousel reflecting off of them, and your hands that held a child-like grip on the poles going through the horse hangers.

oikawa hadn’t seen you in a while and he’d been on this carousel countless times but with you it felt like his first. head leaning on the pole, he stared at your side profile—he couldn’t feel more lovesick for you.

he hated it; the rules of the dimension he was strung to were far too harsh. the fates were uncompromising, and left wandering souls like oikawa to roam around in a distant field—the continuous daydream you happened to plunge into during your sleep.

you were aware of this. this dream that felt real was in fact real as it turned out to be. oikawa was a living person as you but stumbled upon deep complications with the fates and alas found himself serving them in the continuous daydream.

information other than that was unknown to you.

which is why the most you knew about oikawa was his name, how he absolutely loved sweet desserts and how he hated anything caffeine-related. literally. his body would recoil itself in disgust from anything of that bitter aftertaste.

the fates were probably cheating because you were sure time was running abnormally quicker than usual. your eyelids grew heavy and your feet felt sore. it was definitely too early for you to leave, you made sure you were still by oikawa’s side by gently rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand. exhaling a breath you don’t remember holding, you’re pleased to know oikawa’s beside you.

“anything the matter, angel?” his voice rang through your ears, and you swore you saw his face blur out as you blinked.

the expression you made wasn’t new to oikawa. your eyes were blown wide open. his palms find their way to your cheek, feeling little warmth as his fingers spread across the expanse of your skin.

awakening hour in 10 minutes.

“angel, can you hear me?” another warning withdrawal. oikawa’s jaw tightened, this was a way of letting visitors know that their hourglasses in the daydream were emptying. he bit in a curse to the fates, it wouldn’t do anything to stop you from having such withdrawals anyway.

his voice was scratched. you barely heard a thing. your knees felt wobbly and there was a cold sweat building up on your spine. a gust of wind rushed by your face ever so slightly. you leaned your head into the familiar touch, soon realising that it belonged to oikawa when your vision returned.

“mm, you’re warm,” you muttered, meeting his fiery eyes with your forlorn ones.

“let’s take a seat, i’ll buy you something warm.” he sat you on a bench nearby, jogging to a beverage stand to return with warm tea.

“here, drink.” he held the cup of tea to your mouth, tilting it just a bit so you could take a refreshing sip to thaw out the chill in your throat.

“thank you,” you mumbled, leaning your head on his shoulder. while you were at it, you locked your arm around his, pulling him closer (as if he wasn’t close enough already).

the echoes of conversations were all you could hear, your toes felt like cold water were dumped right onto them but you didn’t find yourself shivering. instead, you took heed of the arm securely wrapped around your waist, lifting your head to see that oikawa was already watching the slightest change in your expression.

he offered you a smile. “is there something wrong?”

you shook your head, messing up your hair sandwiched between your head and his shoulder. “tonight was enjoyable, thank you for keeping me company.”

“as i shou—oh hey!” you giggled as you nuzzled your face into his neck, lips just pressing onto the coolness of his skin. “now what’s gotten into you?!” a blush spread across his features, reaching the tips of his ears. the paleness of his skin wasn’t helping him either.

“what am i supposed to do if i don’t have a chance of falling into this daydream anymore?” you laughed it off but your voice shook to the thought of it. “i can’t lose you.” your smile faltered quickly, despite your best efforts in keeping the atmosphere light the fear of never seeing oikawa again was swift up your spine.

“you won’t—” oikawa took your hand in his, “—lose me.” his gentle gaze gave you courage to hold onto the loose thread you were dangling from for a bit longer, stars twinkling in your eyes like they always have when you gave him your trust. “i’ll always be here, waiting for your return like i always have.”

“was it lonely?” you played with your fingers, silently regretting what you asked. “i can’t have you waiting for me like this all the time, especially if you’ll spend all that time alone.”

“my friends happened to have similar situations as me,” oikawa chuckled, “we all fell for such wonderful people.” he flicked his index finger under your chin to tease you, easily rendering you mute with a small smile on your face.

awakening hour in 2 minutes.

you both heard the announcement. it was something you both heard separately.

“is there anything you would like to do before it all ends?” his voice was cheeky and you’re damned to realise you’re a fool for thinking you were being subtle about something you really wanted the moment you entered the daydream.

oikawa was a quick learner with social cues; he’d seen you take those bold glances to his lips before looking him in the eye. he was quite taken aback at first but it was natural to desire more since the most you both had done was hold hands. so he knew what you wanted very well but preferred you to say so. after all, you were just so cute when flustered.

“a kiss would be alright,” you mumbled, regretting it immediately when the words left your mouth.

“hm? what was that? a little louder, love.” oikawa cupped his ear, closing his eyes animatedly to hear you repeat your words.

“a k- kiss but you don’t have to—” you hid your face with your hands, so embarrassed that you could toast bread on your cheeks.

oikawa brought your hands apart, shoulders easing at the sight of your shy smile and your eyes that darted their way everywhere but at him. he was incredibly lucky to know you felt the same way he did, he was just much better at keeping his nerves at bay. once your nerves calmed, you were able to look him in the eye again.

“may i?” his voice hushed to a whisper, face inching in closer to yours. his hot breath right over your lips.

you nodded your head but that wasn’t what he wanted. “let me hear you, y/n.” the brushes of his fingers on the back of your hand allowed you to take your time, letting you know that you could back out and he would be okay with any decision you took.

“you may.” and by the time your words reach his ears, he’s already taken your breath away. the flutters in your stomach have erupted into something else that sets off a heat inside you, sending this passionate and fierce emotion through your body. your fingers that are intertwined with his stutter their way up his loose shirt before shakily cupping his cheeks.

mirroring your movements, oikawa’s hands planted themselves on the back of your head, giving you that reassurance and to guide you through the kiss—and he’s excellent at it. you’re not entirely sure how he was able to attain such a skill but whatever he was doing to you was absolutely everything you desired. his touches were ghostly, lingering on your skin that left your goosebumps waiting for his warm return.

you pulled away momentarily, wanting to say something to oikawa before you woke up but what you found instead was the view of what it seemed to be, a bedroom. you were greeted with the light shine of sunrise through the blinds, groaning as you took in your surroundings. a desk with a digital clock sitting on it, a sweater wrapped neatly over the chair and—oh.

you felt the bed dip beside you. head snapping to the side, you blinked when you met eyes with the handsome escort laying next to you. and you weren’t quite sure how to feel. there were tons and tons of questions bombarding your head but overall there was a single wave of relief washing over your body, and you felt the heaviness of your worries fading.

“what a pleasant surprise.” oikawa ran a hand through his bedhead, yawning before propping a hand up to hold his chin with. “you look so familiar.”

“and so do you,” your voice trailed off, still processing through the morning daze you woke up with. it’s kinda cold, you thought.

oikawa hummed, catching your attention again. “although the view may be tempting, you might wanna cover up.” a smug grin appeared on his lips and your face flushed, grabbing a fistful of the blanket to pull up and cover your chest with.

it then occurred to you that you had no recollection of whatever happened the night before. but if one thing was for sure, you were definitely at some amusement park when you met this man next to you, so how did you wound up naked in his bed?

“do you… do you remember anything at all?” oikawa could practically see the large, red question mark floating above your head.

“sorry to disappoint you but i don’t.” you then heard a light laugh coming from him as he rose from the bed, motioning towards, what was, his and your clothes on the floor by his bedroom door. “but i assure you we both must have had a fantastic time.”

you rolled your eyes at his insinuation. “sure, but could you help me get my dress over there?”

“why would i need to? i’m sure i’ve seen all of you already.” he cocked a brow at you, rolling over to cage you under him, lean body pressed over yours.

“oh shut up, we don’t even remember anything!” you chuckled, somehow not even affected by the distance left between his face and yours. “was your dream at an amusement park? or a festival?”

“either one of those, but you’re still quite charming in—” bonk.

“ow?!” oikawa yelped, rubbing on his boo-boo like a child. “you used my pillow against me!”

you sighed, going back under his blanket to keep yourself cozy. “i’m going back to sleep. it’s way too early to be up.”

oikawa huffed, what a feisty woman. but for some reason he couldn’t find the willingness to argue with you. so he let you be while he walked over to the pile of clothes and picked up his boxers from the night before, slipping them on. heading back to the bed, he picked up his phone, the brightness of his screen illuminating over his face.

14th february. the date on his phone had read, he rubbed his chin gently, jogging through his thoughts because maybe this situation he found himself in this morning was all because of this date.

“y/n. that was your name, was it?” oikawa wondered why your name rolled off his tongue so easily and so satisfyingly as well.

“and you’re oikawa.” you said his name as if it were the thousandth time, opening your eyes to see oikawa’s gaze locked onto his phone.

“oikawa tooru, yes.” he clarified, making eye contact with you briefly.

“tooru,” you mumbled, such a familiar name with this foreign emotion attached to it. you couldn’t tell where these remote feelings were coming from, perhaps it was from that strange dream you had?

“y/n, i think i know how we ended up like this.” oikawa ran a hand through his hair, and if he thought that was going to sort out his disastrous hair, then he was wrong because now his chocolate locks were sticking up in every single direction possible.

once you’re caught up with his little theory, you end up staring lasers into the ceiling. “so we’re just two lonely idiots who thought fucking was going to solve all of our love problems?”

“you didn’t need to shove it in my face like that but i do love the frankness.” oikawa joked and you found yourself laughing along with him. truth be told, but you already found this man endearing to be with.

“say, are you free for the rest of the day?” oikawa sat cross-legged on the bed, shirtless and only wearing his boxers. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely distracted by his natural charms that radiated off of him.

you hummed, “i am, why?”

“it is valentines day, why don’t i take you out? it seems like we’ve already met before this encounter anyway.” he shrugged, yet half of him silently begged that you would say yes.

“i don’t see why not,” you replied before adding, “you better not take me to some amusement park though.”

oikawa shook his head, a lopsided grin appearing on his lips. “and while i take you someplace better, let’s get to know each other some more, hm?”

“fine by me.” you rose from the bed, still holding the blanket up to your chest. “now, could you bring me my dress please?”

“will you let me put it on for you?” oikawa wiggled his brows teasingly, but what he received was another pillow to the face.

“the dress, tooru!”

#oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru fluff #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru angst #oikawa tooru #haikyuu x reader

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jadechamber · 3 years

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maybe this is a bit of a stretch but do you think Baizhu could be related to the Dendro Archon(s) (beyond the fact that he has a dendro vision, of course)? Maybe be the archon himself or an adepti-like being from Sumeru? The fact that he has snake-like eyes is a clear sign of his non-human nature imo. And i know having 'non-human' eyes in Genshin is like, the norm for playable characters, but also eyes seem to be a very important feature when it comes to designing characters in genshin as well as hinting at their true nature (ie Venti's two toned eyes that don't follow the 'same colour different shades' pattern of other characters, Ganyu's gradiet eyes, Zhonli's white pupil & marking, and the Khaenri'ah star shaped pupil to name a few) of course there are exceptions to this 'rule' (Chongyun comes to mind for example) but im hungry for lore lmao (also sorry for such a long ask! you're the only person I follow who's also interested in Genshin lore, lmk if you dont want to get asks like these in the future btw!)

I'm totally fine with asks like these! My responses can just get uh. pretty long. tl;dr at bottom

Hmm....so, I would have to argue that Chongyun is actually not an exception to this "rule." Unusual pupils, in regards to mortals, seem to be part of any playable character with a distinct and important family heritage. Chongyun comes from a long line of exorcists (which I'm sure are important in themselves), Hu Tao has flower-ish pupils and she comes from a long line of funeral directors who helped cure a plague, and it is mentioned that Diona's line was gifted with cat-like features (which includes her feline-like pupils) because of their hunting prowess.

(I do not think people from Khaenri'ah are non-human, in fact they are explicitly described to be humans; Kaeya probably has special pupils because he literally has "royal blood," Dainsleif was a royal guard and I'm pretty sure that is a job that can be passed down through family as well. Dainsleif was turned immortal, and despite what some people say I do not think Kaeya is immortal, because he was a child when he came to Mondstadt and has aged normally since then. Even if immortals' bodies can "age" his timing is still just too coincidental with non-immortal aging.)

As for Baizhu being from Sumeru: My knowledge about fashion isn't very encompassing, but I believe most his attire is unmistakenly very Liyue-like/"Chinese" more than anything. The hairpins, the Chinese coin strapped to his ankle, and the tassels are the first thing that come to mind (and probably more details I'm missing). His name is also an herb commonly used in chinese medicine, and I believe his companion Changsheng is a reference to a famous chinese story in which a spirit-like being who can turn into a white snake falls in love with a human and they open up an herbal/medicine shop together.

And I'm fairly confident that Baizhu is not an adeptal-like being. Xiao's voiceline about him says that "mortal medicine would not work on adepti." I think Xiao can definitely tell who's immortal/magical and who is not (Starsnatcher, for instance) and I don't think he would lie about something like that. Unless Xiao is less knowledgeable about magical beings from other nations and can't tell them from mortals.

So as for Baizhu's eyes, it's entirely possible that he has those eyes because he comes from a lineage of doctors/herbalist or maybe a special line that can speak with animals/snakes? He does actually have similar pupils and eye color as Cyno, who is from Sumeru. Whether that is a coincidence or not I cannot say.

I don't think Baizhu is the archon either; not much is known about either of them, but Dainsleif (narrating), describes the archon as basically caught up too much in his own wisdom--disillusioned somehow, and as I interpreted his description, maybe way too idealistic? and perhaps not fully aware of how reality works.

This doesn't really match Baizhu's personality--we know he's knowledgable in medicine, yes, but that is because he's literally a doctor. Baizhu's defining characteristics so far, imo, are that he cares about people and is nice to them, but mainly because he knows he can get something out of them in return. He took in Qiqi and dotes on her mainly because he wants to study her ability to defy mortality and she can also pick his herbs for him. During the Sereintea Pot quest, he was more than happy to help Yanfei because I feel like he wanted to get his hands on some Smaragnus Jadeite himself.

We don't know when exactly Baizhu started his job, but the Dendro archon is the youngest out of the seven and like Dain said, seems to still actually be governing/leading his nation. It wouldnt make sense for him to give up his status so soon and move to a completely different nation and become a doctor. Such a move would greatly weaken his powers/form, like what happened with Venti.

TL;DR

I think the best cases I can give for Baizhu being from Sumeru is that he's either A) a human born in Liyue with a unique family line, travelled to Sumeru to study at their academies for medicinal knowledge, and then went back to Liyue; B) a human with unique family line born in Sumeru, eventually moved to Liyue, and changed his name+clothing to hide his past/assimilate; or C) a human with "mixed" heritage, like one of his parents was from Sumeru while the other was from Liyue but he just took on his Liyue heritage more.

I think A) is the most plausible.

#ask #lore #baizhu #genshin impact

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famouskittychild · 3 years

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Star Wars Fun in the Sun

vol 2 - At the pool

This is my gift (vol2) for @milfsyndullas in the Fun in the Sun gift exchange (hosted at @starwarsfandomfests). Some poolside fun during a break away from the war with the trio of Obi-wan, Anakin and Ahsoka.

AO3

The small skiff that had carried them down to the planet was a welcome sight. It was the first civilian craft they had been in for a while, and the unusual colours, shapes and interior kept them occupied during the descent.

“What a nice little ship this is” expressed Ahsoka what all three of them were thinking. Obi-wan answered with his usual serenity.

“Yes, it was acquired for the Grand Army not long after the beginning of the war. The planet we are heading to is on a supply line, so many of their infrastructure is now helping the war effort.”

Anakin’s mood darkened a bit though if anyone would’ve asked why, he couldn’t have answered. Ahsoka did find the problem for him.

“So… they had to give up their livelihood to the Republic…”

“... and the Republic uses it so they can go back to live their lives undisturbed by war as soon as possible.” Obi-wan nodded.

The skiff banked and they had a great view at the land under them. Green forests, white dwellings and small blue lakes were the dominant features under the patchy cover of rainclouds. The craft straightened out, bringing the landscape slowly out of view. The pilot’s voice came through the on-board comm system.

“We will be landing in five minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing.”

The facility that was chosen as housing for the visiting officers was a sprawling complex of low, simple buildings nestled in a valley between gently rising hills. The person who took them over from the clerk at the front desk told them about the place after Obi-wan asked about it. Lilac Crescent was a holiday resort, with the attractions of forest walks, multiple lakes and wildlife reserves nearby.

“Soon after the war started, the ‘Crescent was acquired for the war effort. The tourism dried up anyways, what with all the blockades and restrictions. We usually host training sessions here, or provide housing for all kind of personnel, from troopers to clerks to maintenance workers. Most recently we had a conference for medical personnel. This way please.”

They reached a pair of glass doors on the corridor. It opened onto a spacious square that had a large enough space in the middle for every resident to gather there. Outside of the open area, the lawn was dotted with benches, tidy bushes and picnic tables. Small pathways led to the white walled cabins strewn around the premises, trees giving shade to them here and there.

Their building was off from the main one somewhat. Behind the cabins there were clusters of larger houses with two stories.

“Those have apartments, as we were told we can expect some of your colleagues to join you later. We had prepared an apartment with three bedrooms for you; if there is any request or you would like a different one, please let us know and we can make the necessary adjustments.”

“Thank you” Obi-wan answered for all three of them. They knew they wont be asking for anything.

There were differently coloured doors for each of the separate apartments on the outside of the building, but their guide led them to a widest, double door in the middle. It opened into an alcove cutting straight through the building, walls lined with ferns and other shadow tolerant plants. As they rounded the corner and stepped into the inner courtyard, they all drew to a stop. Their guide grinned at them, no doubt expecting their reaction from experience with other visitors. Ahsoka’s jaw dropped, Anakin broke into a grin, and even Obi-wan’s smile grew wider.

“A swimming pool?” Ahsoka breathed.

“With parasols!” Anakin pointed out, which made Ahsoka snap around to look at him. She didn’t expected him to single those out when there was a small slide at one corner.

“And a slide!” she pointed it out to him.

“This is very nice.” Obi-wan turned to their guide. “Thank you.”

Their guide smiled.

“You are very welcome. Your unit will be just over there” they pointed towards the corner on their right, at one of the transparent wide doors. “Communal rooms on the ground floor, bedrooms and fresher upstairs. The shed over there contains pool equipment. There’s instructions for everything that needs instructions, and the rest is safe to use as is.”

They gave the keycards to Anakin who stood closest.

“The main building has meals all through the day, and we have a delivery service too, accessible from your datapads, both for groceries and meals. Just use the comm in the lounge if you need anything, any time.”

They thanked them for their help, smiling and looking forward to spending a few days there, then the employee left and they went to settle into their rooms. The glass double doors opened to the lounge, with low sofas in cheerful colours. Other transparent sliding doors separated the kitchen and dining areas, with windows set high on the walls that looked outside, for privacy. They opened all of them and enjoyed the breeze crossing the house.

Ahsoka run upstairs then yelled down telling them she had found her room.

“Its the one with the blue curtains!”

Anakin was inspecting the taps and Obi-wan was reading the safety guide posted on the hallway wall. Ahsoka grabbed their bags and carried them upstairs, leaving them in the middle of the foyer on the landing, thinking the other two can choose their rooms later. They were still inspecting the place when she got back downstairs. Anakin was now looking at the kettle, flipping the switch on and off on it. It was an old, almost entirely mechanical model, nothing like the automated appliances they were used to. She plopped down onto a sofa and relaxed.

“Don’t get too comfortable, we will have to leave for the briefing soon.” Obi-wan told her, as she expected he would, and she sighed. They might have come here for training and other official stuff, not even knowing for exactly how many days, but at least their surrounding were nice. She looked out at the pool. Very nice.

If only the weather would cooperate.

After returning at the end of their official schedule later that day, Ahsoka went to the top floor straight away, leaving the other two downstairs. There was a large closet on the corridor, right by the stairs, that she wanted to investigate. She wondered what would be stored there; not bedlinen or bathing towels, as those were supplied with each room in their own closets. She opened the large doors and her jaw dropped. The contents of the spacious storage were so colourful, it reminded her of a toyshop.

“What are these? Circus tent accessories?” She mused, than looked closer. The neat piles were sorted by type it seemed. There were some that looked like towels, in several sizes. Others seemed to have tailoring and hems - cloaks, probably; and then there were thin shawl-looking pieces, and simple carrier bags in several sizes, and an assortment of hats. She pulled out one of the clothes-looking things: it was a loosely shaped yellow and blue striped dress. It was probably meant to fit many sizes and shapes with its wide sleeves, overlapping panels and ties at the waist and hems.

The corners of her mouth turned upwards. This closet was here probably for the same reason the shed down by the pool was: to be used by guest who didn’t bring their own things, or just needed a spare of something. She could choose for herself, yes. But she could also choose for all three of them.

Just to spare the bother for the others.

Fifteen minutes later, she hopped down the stairs, with a pile for the two jedis on her arm.

Anakin looked up at the sound of her barrelling down the stairs and stopped in his tracks as she came into view.

“Where did you got those?”

Ahsoka stopped in the middle of the room and looked down at herself as if just noticing that something is out of the ordinary.

“Oh. These. I found them in the closet upstairs. I’ve got some for you, master, and for Master Kenobi.” She lifted her arm with the suspicious pile. Anakin raised an eyebrow at her.

“Thank you for your effort”, he said cautiously. If her current look and the cascade of colours and patterns he could see where any indication, they weren't in for anything good.

Over her clothes she was wearing a cheerful lilac wrap-dress with a pattern of small blue flowers. She had a large towel thrown over her shoulder in a riot of greens, yellows and purples. The most unusual was the wide brimmed yellow hat she had over her montrals, the top of them sticking out of it.

She must’ve noticed his gaze as she glanced up at her headwear.

“I even found hats for non-round-heads. This will be good against the sun, isn’t it?” She addressed the question for both of them, as Obi-wan had moved closer too.

“What had you chosen for us?” he asked her in his usual light tone. Anakin braced himself, and his padawan’s exited grin just further spurred his suspicions.

He was right. She got them a similarly riotous assortment of shirts, dressing gowns, towels and even hats. Obi-wan seemed happy with her choices, but Anakin felt a bit uncomfortable.

“These are so… colourful.” He tried to put it into words. He wasn’t sure it was right for them, or for him, to wear things like these.

Ahsoka shrugged with a mischievous grin.

“That was my intent, master. Usually we have plain clothes, but we are on holiday. I thought we might enjoy our clothes for once, not just use them.”

Anakin looked at her, and realized he had to make a choice. She was right, there was nothing wrong with letting their hair down a bit. On the other hand, he also realized that his padawan had probably chosen the most outrageously coloured and patterned and maybe even tailored things she could find.

Out of habit, he glanced over to his former master. Obi-wan looked back from the corner of his eye, lips in a half smirk, and Anakin knew he had came to the same conclusion. But Anakin was the teacher here; it had to be his choice how to handle this.

“Make sure to take some holo recordings whilst we are wearing these, as you already went to the trouble of selecting the most outrages ones for us.”

Ahsoka opened her mouth to dispute some of what he said, then wisely changed her mind.

The weather, as it often happens, did not cooperate. It rained through the next day, but at least they were busy with their schedule. They were also told to have a rest for another four days. Their troopers were back on Kamino, getting their usual update courses and evaluations. They could expect the officers showing up sometime the last day or two, depending on other factors. Until then, they were free to relax.

They talked about maybe going back to Coruscant, but Obi-wan cut that idea short.

“We haven’t had any time away either from the battlefields or the operation planning on Coruscant. Rest is important, too. Let’s recharge in the next few days.”

“Then when the boys get here we can dive straight back into action.” Anakin added, already on board. Ahsoka looked between the two of them, then shot a pointed look towards the courtyard.

“Swimming pool?” she asked. So far they had no time to try it out.

“Not in this weather” Anakin looked out through the doors. Over the low roofs of the building, the clouds were grey. It was raining intermittently.

“Not exactly pool weather,” Obi-wan was still cheerful despite it, “but good for a barbecue.”

The other two met his enthusiasm with doubt.

“Master Kenobi, it’s raining.” Ahsoka stated, just in case he missed the obvious. She could find no other explanation.

“Thank the Force for whoever had invented the umbrella, than.” He smiled at them once more before getting up from the sofa and getting ready to head out.

Off to the side of the lounge doors in front of every apartment was a small enclosed area with tiled floor, surrounded with low walls and small shrubs. There was enough room for a table and four chairs on one side and a pair of sunbeds opposite. It also had a built in grill with a cover over it at about shoulder height but no roof for whoever was standing in front of it.

Ahsoka and Anakin decided to stick to the lounge, reading their datapads and watching holos. They occasionally looked outside at Obi-wan, grilling away in his purple shirt decorated with palm leaves. He was using one hand to hold whatever utensil he needed and the other to hold the colourful umbrella. He even twirled it once in a while.

They thought him a bit silly, standing outside in the gloomy weather and messing with the smoky grill when they had a very well equipped and rain-free kitchen. Until he came back indoors with a pile of grilled meats and vegetables.

“Get those salads we ordered earlier, please. Time for dinner.”

Ahsoka retrieved the stack of dishes they had ordered from the Crescent’s own kitchen. Obi-wan piled up a plate for her with meats, and shared out the veggies between Anakin and himself, then they all had their pick from the salads. Anakin pestered Ahsoka light heartedly about her not eating her veggies, and she showed her carnivore canines to him as answer. But they both thanked Obi-wan for making the majority of the food, and for making it delicious.

“Lets hope the weather turns soon” he answered before tucking in.

The colourful wooden building the opposite of their apartment on the other side of the pool, turned out to be a shed housing treasures, at least according to Ahsoka. When they had woken up to clear skies and sunshine the that morning, it was all she could do to wolf down her breakfast porridge before she raced outside.

On their third day, it finally did, and they broke out the pool equipment.

Anakin followed her.

“I think I should supervise. I don’t want the pool to end up with rainbow bubbles.” He got up, and Obi-wan stopped with the spoon halfway to his mouth. That was something that didn’t occur to him before. Than he reminded himself that they were on officially mandated holiday, and the employees of the Crescent assured them that everything is safe that was stored around the pool for guests to use. He hoped safe didn’t mean skin coloured to purple and teal patches that takes weeks of three rounds of daily sonic use to fade away.

The sun was still low but started to rise above the rooftops surrounding the courtyard. It made him remember another thing he had learned the hard way. He gathered the dishes but left the washing up for later, then he followed his former padawan and their current padawan outside.

The sun had already dried up any remnants of puddles on the tiled courtyard. He did spot some dew on the patches of lawns between the poolside and the individual terraces but only where there was till shadow. He knew the last reminders of the past few rainy days will vanish before noon and the meteorology service promised sunshine with a bit of breeze for the coming days. Perfect poolside weather.

He caught up with the younger ones and peaked over their shoulders. They were combing through the contents of the pool shed, at the moment inspecting the second shelf from the left. It had colourful boxes on the top shelves and some larger containers at the bottom.

“What are those?” He asked, and the other two jumped. “Sorry.”

Anakin waved him to not worry about it, and shoved him one of the boxes.

“Inflatables. There’s an airpump over there,” he pointed at a small machine in the corner, “and we are trying to choose.”

“I want the thranta. They are adorable.” Ahsoka said, showing the box already in her hand. Anakin raised an eyebrow.

“Those are aiwhas, obviously. The shape of the head…”

Ahsoka leaned forward, ready to argue with him. Obi-wan threw his palms up, stopping them.

“Argue later, please. For now, I want to remind you two to a very important thing.”

They both turned to him and showered him with guesses.

”Not to drown in the pool?” ”Not to pee in the pool?””Anakin! Where did you get that idea?!””The boys, obviously…”No eating in the pool!””No datapads, they aren’t actually waterproof.””Wear haircaps!””Not me!””Wear goggles?“

“Stop, please.” Obi-wan sighed, and the other two calmed down a bit. “I meant sunscreen. Plenty of sunscreen.” He paused, then looked at each of them in turn. “Learned that the hard way.”

“I smell a good story” grinned Ahsoka.

“I smell a funny story” Anakin added. Obi-wan rolled his eyes.

“If you want to know, yes, at one time I gut a sunburn so bad after a mere afternoon outside that I needed medical care. My face was red for two weeks and I needed to slather enough cooling lotion on myself that it would’ve covered a grown thranta. Or an aiwha.”

The other two tried not to laugh. Obi-wan was so pale, it was hard to imagine him all red, but they managed it of course. And it was hilarious. Only their respect for him stopped them to laugh at him, at least whilst he was standing in front of them.

“I haven’t seen any in the house, I guess people bring their own with them when they come here. I’ll put on a delivery request for them. Until that arrives, you two stay out of direct sunlight.” Again he looked at each of them in turn. It must have been really important to him if he was putting so much emphasis on it. “You don’t want to end up all red like I did back then.”

“Well that would be terrible” Ahsoka deadpanned, looking at her arms. Obi-wan smiled.

“I apologize. I should have worded that differently.”

“Like ‘burned like a crispy stuffed tomato’ for example?” Anakin volunteered. Obi-wan shot him a look but there was humour behind it. He left them to continue their exploration and went back to the lounge to put the order in on his datapad.

The shed was a treasure throw. Neither of them had ever been to a place like this. They did swim at the temple’s pool but that was for learning and training. They never had the opportunity yet to just have fun with some water. It was extra nice that it wasn’t a beach - no sand. Anakin could never get used to having sand around water. Sand was desert, aridity, and water was everything the desert wasn’t. He could also never wrap his mind around the fact that the larger the body of water the more sand it’s shores tended to have.

Or that people went there willingly not just to swim but to play in the sand. For him, that substance was hard, gritty life, and when having fun, he didn’t wanted to be reminded of that.

Ahsoka had no such qualms, although she knew about her master’s aversion and she sympathised with him.

By the time Obi-wan had arrived with the sunscreen sometime later, the other two had a competition going on. The airpump stood unused by their side and they were trying to inflate their respective pool floats using only their own lung capacities.

“That’s futile but a valiant effort” Obi-wan commented, and the other two threw him the annoyed look of the young. “I also have the sunscreen here, if you two need a break.”

They didn’t, of course, and they continued their strenuous competition. Watching the other two getting more and more winded whilst their floats where still barely more than colourful limp piles at their feet, Obi-wan sat down at one of the sunbeds around the pool with his yellow-green-red spotted towel and started to put lotion on his skin methodically.

“Do you need help, master?” Anakin asked some time later. Obi-wan looked up to see that they had stopped - and barely made progress - and were both looking at him. He shook his head, a bit confused about the question.

“No, I can manage, thank you Anakin.”

The other two exchanged looks than turned back to him. Than he realized. He was finished with the front of his torso and his shoulders; next would be his back. Which they thought would be a problem for poor old Obi-wan, obviously.

“Don’t worry I can reach my own back.” He turned around so they could see, and hooked his hands together behind his back, one arm over his shoulder the other reaching up from below. “See?”

He turned around and the other two had the grace to look a bit embarrassed. He didn’t blame them. He might’ve had similar thoughts about others at their age.

“Now how are those floats going?” he asked while his hands were working on his back.

“Abysmal.” “Hopeless.” “Futile.” “They are faulty.” “Yes, I bet they have holes on them.”

Obi-wan shot a look at them that made them stop.

“Well, I guess, we should admit defeat…”Anakin conceded, “and just use the machine.”

“Yes, I think that’s a good idea, master” agreed Ahsoka too.

They went over to the machine and in a few minutes they had two colourful, vaguely air-whale shaped mattresses. Ahsoka’s one was teal and turquoise and gray, while Anakin had a pink-blue-yellow one for himself.

“Would you like one too, master?” They already started to walk towards the shed.

“No thank you Anakin, I’ll chose one later after I finished.”

“It’s not a problem” and they already vanished. Obi-wan sighed, wondering what will he get. Between his shirts that Ahsoka cheerfully picked out for him every morning - he had a pink one on with tiny porgs all over it today- and his towels - those he choose himself, but the selection for both ranged from “cheerfully bright” through “interesting pattern” to “what where they on when they designed this”- he probably wore more colour in this past few days than usually did in a standard year, disguises included. He decided to wait to see what they chose for him, than he’d just have make his own choice if he doesn't like their selection.

He didn’t liked it. It was some large bird, green and purple, and unlike theirs, wasn’t flat but shaped like a very awkward chair. So he went and rummaged around, settling on a large torus shaped something in all the colours of the rainbow. He was already covered in colours, so he thought why not go all out.

They air-whales were already floating on the water. Anakin and Ahsoka were sitting at the edge of the pool near them, hanging their legs into the water, passing the sunscreen bottle back and forth between them. After inflating his own device, Obi-wan saw that they were taking the task of screening up seriously. He got hold of the doughnut firmly, took a two careful steps to speed up than jumped onto the water. As he landed, he splashed up a good deal of water - straight at the two younger ones.

“Master!” he heard the two indignant voices. He turned to look at them innocently.

“Yes my dears?”

They had water dripping all over them. He knew they’ll get back at him later. He padded away, looking for the small portable music device he remembered seeing somewhere beside the pool. Might as well have some music too.

Their attack was coordinated and well executed. Anakin floated in front of him, blocking his view and chatting with him. Under that cover, Ahsoka managed to round him unnoticed, then at a sign they both grabbed his doughnut and upturned it, tossing him into the water.

“Vengeance!” the yelled, laughing, as Obi-wan resurfaced spluttering, shaking his hair out of his eyers. Their alliance broke up almost immediately as their floats bumped into each other and they started to jostle.

“Hey, mind the thranta!” Ahsoka warned.

“It’s an aiwha.” Anakin pushed her, and her mattress wobbled heavily, threatening to throw her off.

“Yours maybe. This one isn't.”

They argued back and forth about the properties of the different air-whale species until they managed to knock each other off their respective float. All three in the water, the fight turned to everyone for themselves. Ahsoka was the shortest but also the most agile, and she swam around the other two like a fish. Anakin and Obi-wan was evenly matched, and they managed to push each other under the water and being pushed down by the other about equal frequency. Ahsoka won the battle when she remembered that she saw some long, straight foam rolls in the shed and whilst the other two was occupying themselves she sneaked out to get them Than she slapped them both on top of their heads, making them admitting defeat.

When they got too tired - and hungry - they climbed out of the water and wrapped up in their oversized towels. Ahsoka’s was so large it covered her like a tent, but she loved the one she had and kept in on: it had tookas all over it. Than they fired up the barbecue again. This time Obi-wan had help, mostly because the other two were really hungry. After eating, he pulled out a second box of deliveries, just when they were getting ready to get back into the water.

“What are those?”

The largish box was full with bottles and jars, their contents a rainbow of colours.

“This, dear Ahsoka,” Obi-wan checked his datapad, “ well, let me read out the official product designation. This is a ‘The starter box every pool party needs if you want to avoid your guests getting too rowdy, touchy or messing up your place in one way or another - Everything You Need to Make Your Own Mocktails, Starter pack for twelve guests’. This was the smallest package, the others were for 24, 30, 50 or even more guests.”

“That’s how they called their product?” Anakin dug into the box, pulling out a jar with small golden fruits in it. It harmonised with the shirt he had on, with songbirds. “And they are still in business…”

“Who has twelve guest?” was Ahsoka’s observation.

“Here are some recipes” Obi-wan handed a small puck to her. She pushed a button on the cheap plastic gadget and a cheery hologram of an assortment of colourful drinks in fancy glasses showed up. She scrolled to the next picture, and there was indeed a recipe for the simplest of drinks under it.

“Syrup, water, bubbles - where do we get bubbles?” she mused.

“I think there’s a gadget for that. All is supposed to be in the box.” Obi-wan shrugged.

They all choose from the supplied list than set to measure and shake and stir. The first round was a success.

“Let’s try some of the more complicated ones” Anakin suggested only halfway into his drink. Ahsoka scrolled through the recipes and they found one that they both liked.

“How about this one. ‘Chandrilla Sunrise’. Phew, long list, but doesn’t seem too complicated.”

Their first try failed, predictably.

“Focus, padawan. I think we’ll have to follow the instructions by the letter.” Anakin furrowed his brows.

“Oh dear, that’s terrible” commented Obi-wan, than he turned back to his own holopad quickly. “I’ll will just look up some more tricks and recipes while you two… brew.”

They messed up something again. The colours didn’t stay separate bands but blended together into a muddy mix. Obi-wan found the root of their problem.

“The recipe doesn’t mention it, but here it says you have to keep each syrup chilled before pouring them into the glass, than wait a bit for it to warm up to air temperature before adding the next one.” The other two made a ‘hmm, gotcha’ noise simultaneously. “Other advise is to chill the glass beforehand.”

“Let’s try those ideas.” Anakin’s enthusiasm renewed, they got back to work on their third glass. It was a success, finally. Then they had to repeat the process two more times so each of them had a glass for themselves. Decorating them with straws, paper shapes that went over the edge and extra candied fruits.

Ahsoka exchanged her towel to a blue dress with puffy pink clouds printed on it, then turned the volume up on the music player before picking up her glass again. The sun was shining, their bellies were full and no one was shooting at them. It was a great day.

The sun was slowly getting lower over the rooftops. Music was playing at an acceptable volume now after Ahsoka started to go a bit overboard before and they had to shout to hear each other. Some of the sunbeds were covered with towels and wraps and hats as they tossed them aside when not needed. They took turns on the slide, having a competition about who could make the biggest splash when crashing into the water. Anakin seemed to be in the lead.

“It’s not fair, you are just taller, that’s your advantage!” Ahsoka complained as they stood at the edge of the pool. Obi-wan agreed with her.

“Yes, he doesn’t use any technique aside of stretching out all limbs.”

Anakin grinned at them.

“You two are just sore losers.” Then he suddenly turned and with a single step, reached the edge of the pool and jumped. The other two barely had enough time to turn away before he smashed into the pool, splashing plenty of water at them.

After declaring Anakin the splasher champion, him and Ahsoka got back on their floats for another round of foam-noodle duel and general splashing about. Obi-wan had stuck to his datapad, still reading about drink-making tricks and flavour harmonization and fruit types. He floated around on his doughnut as far as possible from the ruckus the other two were making, sipping from his glass with an umbrella in it and a fruit rind over its edge. By the end of the day, he had made almost a dozen different drinks, and they never had to float around long without one in hand, or put aside at the edge of the pool.

“Don’t forget to visit the fresher if you need to, master” Ahsoka reminded Anakin, who shot her a look of mock offence.

“Now why would you say that?” He took a sip of his drink, than furrowed his brow. “Actually that's not that bad of an idea.”

It took him a while to paddle to the edge of the pool using only one hand.

“You can do it, master!” “Use your legs!” “Don’t drop the glass, I spent half hour on that one!” was just a few of the advice he had received.

He mock- growled back at them then laughed himself as he finally climbed up onto the tiles.

“I'm so proud of you” Obi-wan told him, and raised his glass, Ahsoka’s giggling behind him.

They stayed out after the sun had already set, than gathered up their their stuff and went to sleep tired but happy.

Just like the day before, Anakin and Ahsoka spent most of the day in the pool. They got very good at jumping in from the edge of the pool without their feet slipping on the wet tiles. When they got tired of that, they flopped onto their respective air-whales and padded about, occasionally bumping into each other and having a wrestling match. Obi-wan had joined them before, after the sun dipped a bit lower after the glare of the middle of the day. He even jumped in himself a few times, though he enjoyed the slide more. He was now making a late afternoon meal; the leftovers were all gone and he was happy to muck about the barbecue yet again.

He heard some noises from outside. It was quiet aside of the splashing coming from the pool and the noises made by the small portable music player. Maybe they were getting some neighbours before the officers arrived. They were expecting them the next day, no later than noon. Then the noises grew louder and he could tell that they were definitely made by sentients, and were getting closer. He stuck his head out around the barbecue’s wall and peaked towards the courtyard entrance, just in time to see the approaching group of clone officers step out into the sunshine. They burst into hollering upon seeing them, and when Ahsoka and Anakin noticed them they greeted them from the water with equal enthusiasm.

Obi-wan sighed. How lucky, he thought, that he spent the last afternoon studying how to make mocktails. He checked that everything that was on the grill could be left there for a little while, than he wiped his hands on his ‘Best chef in the sector’ apron and got his datapad.

As the officers gathered around the pool, chatting with Anakin and Ahsoka and no doubt planning to get in the water as soon as possible, he opened the delivery service on his datapad. He run through the items in his head that they’ll need to feed everyone. And the drink supplies too.

Maybe he can get some of them to help out with the food and drink preparations - if he can drag them from the pool first.

#sw fun in the sun #swfuninthesun #summer gift exchange #disaster trio #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #poolside #my writing

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The Calm After the Storm - maknae line

Pairing: maknae line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.1-1.2k words each

Genre: smut, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello jell-o to everyone again! I usually try to publish by Sunday night but it’s exam season so I’m a bit busy with uni. Also, Jin’s part was super difficult to start but then boom, it turned out to be the longest, so every delay is due to that and I refuse to postpone again so I’m publishing it unedited. Might reread in a couple days and actually edit the post. Every piece is about 1100-1200 words (they’re getting longer and longer!)

The original theme for the week was going to be aftercare, but me being a chaotic mess made me go a little bit wilder than just aftercare. I tried to adjust every scenario to how each boy would approach intimacy with his partner, and how each couple would recover from different types and degrees of interaction, It also depends a lot on the kind of ideal girlfriend I imagine for each of the boys.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ahem. It’s very descriptive, some parts more than others. So, let’s get this started. Oral sex galore (highly recommended if you’re a fan of being eaten out yay!) crude language, unprotected sex within a safe and established relationship (please be careful guys, use condoms and dental dams I can’t recommend it enough), voyeurism, overstimulation, biting, spanking, some bold PDA, cockwarming (you know who that is), sex toys (more specifically ben-wa balls), slight angst/insecurity/trauma due to toxic masculinity

Member disclaimers: Jimin is a brat and we all know it, can actually dom but need aftercare afterwards, I love him loads, he’s my squishy and I’m gonna protect him for life. Taehyung is an art freak and an overall freak whoa yeah, let’s move on (also, Where, When and How pt.2, The Return of The Sex Toys). JK goes from soft boy to hard dom to soft boy again in 0.2 seconds and I still don’t know why or how. He’s young and wants some fun and loves his girlfriend because she’ll always embrace his softer side and have fun with his naughtier/playful side. Enjoy!

Here you can find the hyung line

And here you can find my masterlist

Jimin

“Who’s been a good girl?” He teased, the tip of his sex resting on your entrance.

“I have.” You beamed, satisfaction filling your voice as he smiled down at you, his spare hand gently reaching for your cheek, caressing your face and slipping his thumb in your mouth.

“You have, my princess, indeed.” He pushed the tip inside. It was the loveliest shade of pink, pillowy and thick where it attached to the shaft. You knew it very well since you love looking at it and you were just done having it in you mouth for almost forty minutes. You had provoked him endlessly, keeping him on your tongue without moving, just the tip laying there, your lips wrapped delicately around it. No suction, no friction, just there. In the meantime his hand had started toying with the hem of your panties, finally moving them aside, letting one of his fingers rub on your skin.

“Please, Jimin. I’ve been so good.” You dragged your vowels as you breathed out, getting adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. His size was all you needed, not too much and not too little. His dick was the most beautiful you had ever seen, the colour, the texture and the dimensions making it look so pretty you didn’t feel the usual embarrassment or fear that you usually felt while approaching your previous partners.

“It’s all yours, love.” He said with a small grunt. He got relatively more quiet and whiny as he kept pushing in and out of you, staying close to you, the position so intimate you felt like he was becoming your whole world, his hips working their magic on you.

“Are you gonna cum for me, princess?” He asked, his hips keeping up the pace.

“Yeah, so close.” You gritted out of your closed teeth.

“Good.” He moved his mouth to your chest, your left nipple engorged in his pretty pout.

“A little faster, please.” You asked.

“Such nice manners. You aren’t giving me any reason to punish you, princess. Such a good girl.” He praised you again.

This kind of role reversal didn’t happen very often, but sometimes Jimin liked taking care of you, reminding you that he is both your boy and your man. That he can be whatever you want him to be. He needs to feel like you could never do without him. You addressed this sense of inadequateness of his, every now and then, reassuring him and helping him state his own self and his needs.

“Do you like it? That I’m doing exactly what you want me to?” You asked, but you both knew you were asking whether he felt like being harsher and punish you.

“You like obeying me, pet?” He asked, his voice dripping in sugar as he pronounced your nickname.

“I love you, Jimin.” You said softly.

He almost mewled at that, reassured by how that sentence, that feeling meant that he was at your own level, how much of a praise it was to be your equal, to be strong enough to match you, to own you.

“Are you close?” He asked, his thrusts becoming more intense. “I want to take you from behind but if you’re close I can keep going.”

“From behind, please.” You squealed, already eager to change position.

He grinned and slipped out of you, the shift happening so quickly you felt a bit dizzy when you realised your face was pressed on the pillow, your ass up in the air as he entered you again. He started slamming into you his hands pressing your ass against his hips, the sound warning you that the whole attitude had changed too.

“You like it like this, princess? You like getting it all dirty and rowdy?” He groaned, his voice anything but his usually loving and obedient self.

You emitted a muffled ‘yes’ as your hand reached your clit.

“You touching yourself, ____?” He said, using one hand to turn your face towards him. “You better come quick or else you’ll have to lick me till I’m hard again. You’re not gonna cum without my cock inside you, understood?”

“Yes, sir.” The title riled him up enough to get his pace a bit faster, sending you miles deep into pleasure.

His cry echoed yours, signaling his own orgasm. After taking a couple deep breaths he slipped out of you, removing the condom and getting rid of it quickly. He was in your arms again a couple seconds later, laying by your side, one leg entwined around yours, his arms hugging your middle, his head nuzzling in between your breasts.

“You alright sweetie?” You asked.

“I feel so good when I see you that happy. Fills me with joy.” He kissed your breastbone, then, as you lifted his chin with your forefinger, he pressed his lips to yours.

“Do you need anything? Some water? A snack? Shall we get in the shower?” You caressed his hair back, looking at how sweaty he was.

“A shower would be amazing. But I want you close.”

“Would you prefer a bath?” You kissed his forehead. He was all small smiles and fidgeting with your fingers.

“Yes, please.”

“Such manners, always so perfect.” You almost snickered at the contrast between him right now and the man he’d been a few minutes ago.

“Let’s go.” You said, sitting up before he got too tired to get out of bed. “You look amazing, babe.” You couldn’t help but comment, looking at him sprawled on the covers.

He smiled, his pupils disappearing behind his crinkled lids, then he stood up, thinking whether he should wear something or not and feeling insecure for a second, but then following your cue he decided to stay naked.

As you slipped into the tub you let him slide in with his back against your chest, hugging him to you, your nose nuzzling the top of his head. “Is it to your taste?”

“Yes, thank you babe.” He replied. “I really like your bath soap.” He yawned, smiling some more as you caught him. He looked ten times lovelier right now. You felt that fuzzy feeling in your stomach intensifying, and you began rubbing the tense muscles on his back out of fondness and gratitude. “That's truly amazing.”

“You are truly amazing.” You kissed his nape and continued with your caregiving, washing his hair, rinsing him, helping him out of the shower, drying him and applying some lotion over his skin, smiling at him with your eyes through the reflection on the mirror as you brushed your teeth while sharing the sink.

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear as you hugged him under the sheets.

“I love you, too.” That’s bliss.

Taehyung

“Don’t you dare move, you little demon.”

With a forceful hammering of his hips against your bottom, Taehyung slammed into you at an impossible pace, finally snapping forward as he lost his regular rhythm and bent down, his head propped on the back of your neck, his breath fanning out along your spine before he grunted the manliest sound you had ever heard.

You were shocked: laying there, ass up, your boyfriend collapsed on top of you with his exceedingly long dick planted inside you, its girth becoming slightly less bearable as the high of your climax ebbed away.

“Tae, it’s so good.” You moaned. “Too much.”

“Stay put, love.” He helped you lay down, without any intention of parting from you.

“We can’t stay like this forever.”

“Watch me.” He replied cockily.

The whole night had been wildly unusual. It had all started in the afternoon. You had been to an art gallery where the whole exhibition verted on photographs of naked bodies painted into art. He had held you tight, his hand gripping your waist, his thumb fooling around the hem of your jeans, tentatively trying to slither under the fabric. He had asked you about your favourite, pointing out pieces he was very enthusiastic about. You had looked at him baffled as he pointed out the picture of a woman with two big breasts and a Virgin Mary painted on her belly, the model’s pubic hair painted a strange rainbow mesh of colours as if simulating a cloud from which the painting was emerging.

You had been slightly uncomfortable standing before it, but the rest of it hadn’t been that extreme. Well, except for another couple pictures.

One had also attracted your attention. In the back of the gallery one very explicit picture had sparked something between the two of you. As you walked in you thought it was just an empty room but as you turned around you saw a giant poster of a vagina, every detail so precise that you asked yourself what kind of lens and camera could take a picture with such impressive high quality. On the women's thighs seven lines of paint mimicked two branches of a rainbow leading to the model’s inner labia, while a sun — or a halo — surrounded the clit. The poster occupied the whole wall, at least three metres tall and five metres wide.

You were standing in the middle of the room, taking in every detail, seriously impressed by the piece. You were as tall as her slit, for God's sake…

"It looks like you really like this one." Taehyung said, hugging you from behind, his nose toying with your earlobe. His voice made your insides tremble.

"I really get it." Taehyung said. "I would do that too." Silence stretched as he got caught in his thoughts and fantasies. "Your pussy's so good I would take an absurdly high quality picture of it and have it printed as if it were wallpaper and installed in a private room in my apartment and simply sneak in sometimes and stand in front of it and just admire it."

You kept looking ahead, too caught by the luscious way his hips pressed against the small of your back. "Your cunt is art, babe." He whispered and pressed some more into you. "Literally paradise. I'd lick it for days and fuck it till I can't even get hard anymore."

You tried to get your mouth to salivate again. He was playing it dirty. And the fact that you had to go back home and get ready for a nice dinner together and a night at the club with Jimin and his girlfriend made you even more tense. You knew you would have to wait for some relief.

As you reached your apartment Taehyung decided to pick your clothes and have you get ready right in front on him. He settled on the bed, sitting, as you rolled on your stockings and wore a suspender belt that matched your underwear. Slowly you let your deep green silk slip-on dress roll down your body, and you felt his hands stretch towards you, grabbing you by the waist. You stood at the edge of the bed, his chin propped on your belly. "My dove, I have a question for you."

"Yes," you replied, your hands pushing his hair back.

He showed you a blue velvet pouch and you smirked. "Do you want to?"

"You wanna help me wear them?" He nodded.

And that's how you found yourself grinding on him desperately in the club after he had fed you chocolate-covered strawberries for dessert. Not that you complained about that. But the Ben-Wa balls heavily rolling and rubbing against your g-spot were making it difficult for you to fully enjoy your night out. Especially since every time you closed your eyes you saw Taehyung's lips wrapping around them and lubricating them before he helped you insert them.

It didn't take long for the two of you to get too desperate to care about decency, but since you needed to think about Taehyung's reputation you decided to call it a night and feign tiredness in front of Jimin's eyes — who called both of you out on your state of arousal and blessed your intentions for the rest of the night, letting you go home without making too much of a fuss.

When you arrived at the apartment you were both too impatient to reach the bedroom and used the sofa to dull the edges of your needs, Taehyung staring at you wide eyed, kneeling on the floor between your legs while you rubbed yourself passionately. As you reached your first high he dove in between your thighs, his mouth landing on your clit, sucking on it devotedly, eyes fixed on yours. Overstimulation hit you hard, the geisha balls still moving inside you. He made you cum again with his tongue lapping and lashing at your wetness.

He carried you to the bedroom in silence, his gaze dark and desperate, completely oblivious to the way his long and heavy sex strained against his linen slacks. Laying back, you let him tower over you, teasing the underside of his erection as he took off your dress definitively. "You're so beautiful." You whispered religiously.

"Are you talking to me or my cock?"

You chuckled lightly. "Mostly to you."

"Mostly…" He mused.

He pressed his hand to your belly, removing the silver spheres from inside you.

"Mostly, uh?" With that he entered you violently, thrusting in with one smooth, powerful stroke.

"Tae—" You whined. He kept doing you like that, with evenly paced, blunt thrusts. However, since you kept teasing him with the firm squeezing of your inner walls encouraged by your own fingers brushing your clit, he pulled out of you, flipping you around and pushing your backside up, entering you once more. It didn't take long for him to get lost in his own rhythm, for his hand to come up to your tender spot and rub you until your legs gave out.

And now heavy with the sleepiness of bliss, you questioned whether your boyfriend was intending to get out of you. "Tae, baby, we should get cleaned."

"Let me stay inside, love. Please. I feel like I'll want to go at it again in a while, just let me stay in." He muttered, his hands pressing against your hips to keep you close.

"You sure you don't need anything?" You asked again, knowing how needy he could get when he gets sleepy.

"Just you pressed up and around me. This is heaven."

A small laugh. How could you deny him?

Jungkook

You had loved every second of it. The gentle way he had kissed you on the sofa, and how he had carried you to bed. How delicately he had touched you and held you, how he had made love to you. It had all been amazing. Until the initial feelings of fondness and devotion gave way to a hunger deeper and more desperate. Then he had pushed you around, sitting himself up on the balls of his feet, dragging you up with him in the process. You could still feel the echo of the beastly groan he had emitted against your ear as he let your back slide down his chest, his sex entering you and reaching so deep inside you. Your head had rolled back against his shoulder as one of his hands grabbed your breast and played with your nipple.

“You like it, don’t you? You like me so deep inside you.” He had stated, his tone so arrogant. “No wonder you can never get enough of me.” He picked you up by the waist, using you as if you were nothing but a cocksleeve, dragging you up and down his dick. “That’s it. That’s what you like. Being a lazy princess and making me do all the work. You love it when I force you a little, don’t you.” He dropped you down with exceptional violence, moving one hand to squeeze your breast, the other angling your face towards him. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” You replied, almost unconsciously. You were willing to do whatever could please him, make him start again.

“Yes what?” He grabbed your other breast, his hand heavy and possessive.

“Yes, I adore when you use me.”

“That’s my little toy. So mature and composed, but so dirty. You love that I get all those naughty things you like.” The way he propped his hands behind his back and leaned on them shifted the angle once more, his hips snapping back and forth with a mind shattering intensity.

“Come on. Get it how you like it.” He freed one of his hands to slap your ass. It didn’t take that long for the both of you to orgasm, especially after he moved the hand on your chest upwards, his fingers merely resting around your neck, without even needing to hold it, while his other hand worked your clit matching the rhythm of the contractions of your insides.

He clinged to you almost desperately when his high subsided, his hold almost too tight. You were trying to compensate for the lack of contact during the latest round, your hands struggling to find any part of him that you could hold, until your fingers intertwined with his over your left breast.

“I thought I would lose you during the last month. I was never home.” You understood his insecurities. You also thought he would find someone more suitable to his career, someone who could understand what it means to belong to that world.

“I thought anyone could make you see how much of a shitty boyfriend I am.”

You let him continue.

“I thought you would meet a smart university kid at campus, or that cute barista at the coffee shop at the end of the street. I thought of how they would court you, all the attentions, the pretty dates, the small gifts. I thought of them taking you out for dinner, of them taking you home. Trying to kiss you. Sometimes, late at night, I asked myself if you would invite them upstairs. It always got me so fucking mad. Once I almost hit my personal trainer because I was thinking of that. He got mad, told me to keep my head in the game.” He was still inside you, you could feel his shaft throbbing softly, as if it was his heartbeat. Maybe it was just an impression. His head fell to your shoulder.

“I would never, and you know it.”

“I know, but some part of me can’t help but go there. If you could only see the way men look at you when you’re not watching. And our relationship being private only means that they don't know that you’re taken. Makes them think that they’re allowed to look at you like that. I feel so hopeless whenever they act all bold. I can’t be like that. I can’t give you the time and attentions they can give you. Because of who I am, because of me being so fucking shy...”

“I love you.” You said, as if it were a magic spell that could fix all his insecurities. You turned your head to look at him. “And right now you’re inside me. You’ve made me cum twice tonight, with nothing but your body, the way you moved on top of me, behind me, inside me.” He blushed a bit at that.

You loved talking with him after sex. It was so common for the two of you. Sex was like a key to open a secret place of vulnerability and intimacy. All the confessions Jungkook had offered you in bed, laying close to you, protected by you, had very often come in the aftermath of bliss. “I am with you,” you continued, leading him to lay on your side.

“I wanna stay inside you, but I also want to face you, look you in the eye.”

“Same here.” You needed to see his face.

“And I also need a snack.” He considered. He took a long pause. You waited for him to formulate his thought. “If you ever realised you’re no longer happy with me, you would tell me, right?”

“Of course I would tell you. However, I think you should know I don’t think that could happen in this life or in any on the next ones.”

He giggled. “I can’t wait to get you away from anyone. We should do like Namjoon hyung and his girlfriend: get on a private island for vacation. Wear nothing all day. Stay in bed for how long we want. Swim when we want. Make love under the stars. God, that’s heaven.”

“You would miss the guys, you know it.” You smiled knowingly.

“Just a week or so. A quick getaway.” Some part of his mind was already plotting.

“I’ll see what I can do. But would you resist without working out?”

“We could workout together,” he mused naively.

“Yeah, yeah...” you conceded, voice dripping in irony.

“Can I carry you to the kitchen to grab a snack?”

“Maybe if you turned me around and I held on you like a koala bear?” You chuckled

“Do you think that if I lay on my back and you sit up and turn around I can get you to climb me like a koala-bear without me having to get out of you?” He asked, the honesty in his voice getting you to fully laugh out loud.

“I think that’s called corkscrew — it’s a corkscrew if you turn around me… whatever” You thought out loud.

“Let’s try! Ready? Three, two, one, Go!” You both laughed at your attempt, joy filling your hearts.

—————the following morning —————

“So, uhm...”

“No.”

“But—”

“No.”

“Please.”

“Guk, listen, I love you, but you’re not dragging me to the gym at eight a.m. on a Sunday morning after what we did last night.”

“But I love you. Like, a lot.”

“No amount of love will ever fix the organs you so thoroughly rearranged last night.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked like a scolded puppy. “But it’s not like you didn’t like it. You actually begged for it at some point.”

“So rude of you to remind me of that.”

“Sorry. I love you.” He kissed the tip of your nose.

“I love you too. Now go back to sleep.”

“Okay.” He palmed your chest lovingly and closed his eyes again.

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts imagine #bts reaction #bts #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #jimin imagine #taehyung imagi #jungkook imagine

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While I’m not ready to return just yet, I’ve had a little spare time on my hands and decided to give in to the multiple requests I’ve recieved like the one above, and design what I think the new fusions would look like. I had a lot of fun doing them and hope you’ll like them.

I dont know if they’ll ever get to appear in the comic itself, but at least you have some canon art to enjoy.

First up we have Smoky Quartz. First thing to note is that the original Smoky is depicted at her side for scale. She’s a good head taller now. In the show, it seemed that Smoky was around the same height as Jasper. Episode; Earthlings for reference. Now Stevonnie’s height has been added to the fusion and taken her above Jasper’s height. You see the lovely extra arm, a simple step to show how different a fusion is, I know, but it makes sense to me. The extra human element of Stevonnie brings soemthing extra to the fusion. That’s also the reason for extra freckles on the arms, not just on the shoulders and face, as before. Skin is just a shade darker, since Stevonnie has a darker skin tone than Steven. You may notice that She’s slightly thinner. Stevonnie is a curvy person, so some of those curves have appeared here in Smoky, but not too many. Smoky is still a beautiful big bodied fusion and is rocking that look. I loved Smoky’s floofy hair and didn’t want to change that too much, so just added some extra for Stevonnie’s lovely long locks. Finally, I tried, and failed, to make it look like she was wearing harem pants. I still kinda like the baggy jeans look going on. There may, or may not, be something thematic in the fact that the stars on the knees are the way they are, one broken and one looking like a shooting star, racing away.

Sunstone was something of a challenge but I’m happy with these results. I thought of all kinds of different things. Adding arms, taking them away, moving them etc. Nothing quite looked right, so I eventually decided to stick with the vanilla design. You can probably argue that Garnet brings a little extra stability to the fusion, being two gems and all, so the design wouldn’t change too much. The colour palette is, again, darker. With some little pink highlights to to add somehting extra. Looks a little like sunburn. There isn’t much that could be done to change the colour palette to much. I thought about playing on the “sun” part of the name and going different shades which could be found on real stars, from deep reds, to browns, or even bright white. But these detracted from the “stone” part of the name. Sunstone is supposed to be based on the colour of the gemstones, not an actual sun. So I was limited to yellows, oranges and some reds. I made a minor change to the shading on the legs, taking that red down slightly to give the impression that she has either knee-high socks, or knee-high red shoes. I toyed with the idea of giving her high-tops but decided agsinst it and left them barefoot, like Stevonnie. I think the movie-blue t-shirt just looks good on her, working with the colour scheme, but that might just be me. No change in height but, I hope, a noticable change in the shape of the head, the flames point more upwards like a real fire, than outwards like sunstone’s original. I don’t care what anyone says, I like that little quiff I’ve given her at the top. The headband, that was just a last minute impulse choice. I felt there was something missing and tried it out to see how it would look. It seemed to just bring the whole thing together. Let’s say it comes from Ruby.

It’s Rainbow 3.0! I think He’s the only one I can say for sure would have a noticably different personality. Logically, the others probably would too, but I feel that Rainbow 3 would fore sure. A little bit more of a prankster than before. Stevonnie would bring out some of the wilder side of Pearl. The side that went running from the police and had gathered all those phone numbers she stores in her pearl. Though, knowing all of the componants like we do, I guess this would mostly extend to letting you have a cookie before dinner and ice cream for desert even if your parents said you couldn’t. He’s no taller, but is a little curvier. I know that’s hard to see with the jacket on. Darker skin tone, again, this is because Stevonnie’s skintone is darker than Steven’s. A slightly different, more muscular, tone to the legs. The hair is my favourite feature. Taking a little of “stevonnie has a lot of hair” and “Steven seems to enjoy a pompadour” and merged those two together to give Rainbow this magnificant coiffure. The shoes? Well, Rainbow didn’t make them. Stevonnie may be getting footware at some point in the future.

Last, but by no means least, Obsidian! Obsidian was actually the first one I thought of and despite having the least amount of changes, remains my favourite. I read factoid, here on tumblr actually, of the volcano of Kawah Ijen in Indonesia, which spews out vibrant blue flames as it erupts. Google that stuff, it’s pretty damn cool! Ignore those sites which say it’s blue lava, it’s blue fire. The reason the volcano burns blue is because of the huge amount of sulphur it has. This extra element, this unusual element, is reflected in this Obsidian. The extra human-element which came from Stevonnie, causes Obsidian to burn with bluefire, but we still see the standard orange glow of the lava breaking through in places. The glowing lines within the hair are more jagged, rather than the smooth spirals of the show’s Obsidian, to invoke the idea of lightning, as erupting volcanos often end up generating huge electrical storms. I guess I was trying to show this Obsidian as a truly unstoppable force of nature. Some slight mofication to the legs, trying to add a little more of a muscular appearance. The most noticable change -next to the blue- must also be the hair. Longer and it appears messier, I was trying to go for a spiky kind of look because the stone obsidian can be a brittle stone, but also forms incredibly sharp edge I was trying to portray this sharp and spikey hair. Inspiration for the hair actually came from the Hindu goddess, Kali, a destroyer with long dark hair and comes down to somewhere between her waist and her knees, it’s spiky and rough and just seemed fitting for an analogue of Obsidian. Kali is also often depiected as blue in colour. Thematically appropriate to, since Connie’s family name is of Hindu origin. Can’t say anything about her family in the show itself, since religion isn’t touched upon at all in the show’s universe.

#together forever #together forever au #togetherforeverAU #steven universe #steven universe au #stevonnie au #stevonnie #permafusion #permafusion au #stevonnie permafusion au #permafusionau #permafusion stevonnie #permafusion stevonnie au #art #oc's #oc's draw

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Change (Final Rose)

Lightning raised one eyebrow. “Diana, is there a reason that your hair is bright pink?”

Diana scowled. “I finally worked out how to change my hair colour, but I can’t get the right shade. I want it to look like yours.” She huffed. “I asked Averia if I could eat some of her hair, but she said no.”

“...” Lightning tilted her head to one side. “Diana, did you explain why you wanted to eat her hair?”

“Oh.” Diana rubbed her chin. “Maybe that’s why she said no.” She paused. “And maybe I should have said it could just be some old hair, like some from a brush or something.”

Lightning looked heavenward. This wasn’t a conversation she thought she’d ever have. “If you really want, I suppose you could eat some of my hair.”

“Yay!” Diana cackled. “Now, I’ll have hair the exact same colour as yours.”

Five minutes later, Diana was staring at her reflection.

“It looks kind of weird, doesn’t it, mom?” Diana paused. “And my stomach kind of hurts.”

Lightning was forced to agree. “Yeah. It kind of does look a bit weird.” She frowned. “And maybe it’s because of my Semblance.”

Diana let the genetic template slip away, and her hair returned to its usual dark colour. “Well, that’s okay. My hair is awesome anyway.” She grinned malevolently. “And look at this.”

Lightning’s eyes widened as Diana’s spiky hair took on a far harder, more rigid cast. “What did you just do?”

Diana’s grin was pure mischief. “Did you know that rhinoceros horns are made of the same thing as hair?” She cackled. “Averia is always complaining about my hair being spiky...”

“No poking your sister with your hair.”

“Aw...”

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Author’s Notes

Due to having Fang’s complexion, Diana actually does look a bit weird with pink hair. The reason she wanted to eat Averia’s hair is because she can extract the exact part of the genetic matrix that makes Averia’s hair pink and then copy it to make her hair the exact same colour. The reason Diana’s stomach hurts (which is weird considering she could eat nuclear waste and feel nothing) is indeed because of Lightning’s Semblance. Attempting to process genetic material related to Saviour can have bad consequences.

Pink hair is tangentially related to Saviour in that some of the genes associated with the Semblance also tend to produce pink hair (which is why all bearers of Saviour have pink hair). Fortunately for Diana, it’s not one of the more important genes. The more important a gene is for Saviour, the worse Diana would feel since her Semblance rejects it. Pushed far enough, Diana would be unable to process it and her body would simply destroy the offending genetic material. Note that this only applies for attempts to process and extract genes. For example, Diana could drink Averia’s blood (I know that sounds creepy) and digest it for nutrients without problems. It’s trying to extract the genetic information (and Saviour) that would lead to problems.

Incidentally, Diana could easily copy Averia or Lightning’s eye colour since eye colour is not bound to Saviour in any way. And, yeah, Diana does go around eating just about anything she finds just to see if she can extract anything useful out of it. It’s actually one of the behaviours that people in the distant future watch out for. Bearers of Ragnarok can often be caught trying to eat unusual things before their Semblance manifests.

#final rose #fanfiction #diana yun farron #lightning farron

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Taste of Metal - Chapter 10: Sweet Beans AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26157634/chapters/66411679 What if the overwhelming VR experience Gordon went through, had a deeper purpose than just being a simple simulation & a freelance debug job for him?But most importantly- what if Gordon Freeman listens to Metal & used to be in a band? aka. the “Metalhead Gordon AU”

- - The digital clock on the wall said 4:36 PM.

Gordon was laying on the futons in the living room, limbs lazily stretched out and staring at the ceiling. Most members of the Science Team were currently preparing dinner in the kitchen, supervised by Joshua.

The past few days had been... certainly something. It felt like he had attempted speedrunning several different things at the same time because there was an unsettling feeling of time running out fast for something if he didn't.

He knew that was his anxiety. The feeling of too little time for anything, his thoughts running 88 miles per hour, sending him down rabbit holes of thoughts and worries. Especially, since his last job for Black Mesa had him mess up his medication schedule during his time in the simulation. He was slowly getting back to what he considered his personal normal state... and it was honestly a relief.

Gordon turned his head to the side, acknowledging Benrey, who was sitting beside him on a pillow, Gordon's injured arm gently laying on his open palms as he was applying a new layer of healing sweetvoice to it.

His arm was significantly better now. Still sensitive to touch, but all in all healing. Though he had to admit that the scars that had been forming in the process were... unique.

The edge of where the mess started was more akin to what he had expected - lighter coloured slightly bumpy lines & patches where the skin had been damaged.

But the area where it had been an open wound? That's where it looked... unusual. It looked like a protective layer of flesh & skin had formed where it shouldn't have without a proper surgery. The skin there was just as light as the scarring on the edge... but it felt new. Sensitive. And a certain amount of weird because... well, this simply wasn't what a human body would do on its own during a healing process.

Then again... his body had been getting help with the whole thing-

Gordon closed his eyes and let out a soft hum, almost harmonizing with Benrey holding a steady note beside him, as the cool sweetvoice hit his arm.

He hadn't really had the time to ponder over the fact that he was sharing his apartment with several non-humans... but laying on a comfy futon, having to hold still and wait for Benrey to be done sweetvoicing at him - yeah, that sounded like a good time as any.

Well, until he noticed that Benrey stopped singing. He opened one eye, seeing Benrey looking at him with a questioning look on his face, his head slightly tilted to the left.

"Yo, you gonna space out on me with 'em big thoughts?", Benrey asked.

Gordon chuckled at that.

"I told you once and I'll tell you again - your sweetvoice is good. Helpful and... just really relaxing. Helps my brain shut up about the painful shit and lets me focus on things I actually want to think about. Can't help it, my dude.", he said with a shrug and a soft smile.

"Huh.", was all Benrey said, keeping eye contact with Gordon.

The human in question blinked up at the guard.

"If you want... I can tell you my thoughts while you do... uh... the healing thing? No need to reply to me, just... I don't know, me rambling for a bit?"

Now it was Benrey's turn to blink - and to Gordon's surprise similarly to a lizard, an eye-lid-like part of eyes closing over them sideways.

"... that's so fucking cool...", Gordon whispered in awe, staring at Benrey with wide eyes.

"Whu- What?"

"The thing your eyes do when you blink! I... I guess I was never close enough to actually notice it. It just looks cool, is all I'm saying."

"W-Wow, Gordon Flirtman here trying to butter me up with the compliments?"

Despite his quick retort, Benrey visibly turned a shade darker and averted his eyes, letting out a few pink orbs of sweetvoice before returning to the healing teal.

Gordon let out an amused huff, resting his free arm behind his head and looking back at the ceiling.

"Look, I just appreciate all the cool non-human things you and the others can do. I... I don't know how much of it was just part of the simulation and what you can do now that you're free again... but it's simply exciting to me!"

He heard a slightly deeper-pitched tone coming from Benrey, somehow making him feel like it was okay to continue talking.

"So many terrifying things crawled out of the Breach over the past years... all with the goal to destroy and to conquer. The Kaiju and every other creature related to them were all I had for reference for non-human beings for a long time. Aside from Joshua, of course, but you get what I mean."

Benrey let out a few notes that sounded similar to a soft "Uh-huh".

Gordon continued.

"But as scary as you guys think you are... and as you can be-"

Gordon turned his head towards Benrey once more.

"- Thank you for being you. Silly, obnoxious, chaotic and kind. And for showing me that not everything you can find beyond portals and in shady labs is something I should fear forever. That I needed to learn to listen and learn, again. To understand. To actually be the kind of scientist I always wanted to be."

They sat there for a while, Benrey laser-focused on Gordon's arm, a few stray orbs of sweetvoice remaining in the air between them as he eventually closed his mouth.

"I did a good... thing? By being- uh, me?", Benrey eventually stuttered out, still gently holding Gordon's arm in his hands.

Gordon nodded.

"No one told you to apologize to me after everything - even when I told you not to worry- but you did so anyway and on your own accord. Not to mention you are actively helping me heal physically since the moment you guys found me."

He reached over, resting his hand on Benrey's knee.

"You may not be human, Benrey... but you are a person who tries to make up for the things they fucked up. And that's a good thing, in my book."

Benrey's brows were furrowed as he slowly nodded.

"I'm.... n-not a bad guy? All the time?"

"You're a menace with Gremlin energy at worst, at this point."

That made Benrey snort, Gordon laughing softly in return.

"Uh, feed me snacks 24/7 and I'll be the greatest cool!", Benrey added with a grin.

"That's not how Gremlins work!", Gordon wheezed, moving his hand and pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to keep himself from breaking out into loud laughter.

"Only got the energy, bro. Am not small or fuzzy... right now."

Gordon slowly sat up, intrigued by the implications of those last two words. He opted to sit cross-legged, radiating curiosity and excitement as his hand was drumming away on his thigh.

"Shapeshifting... Shapeshifting!! Okay, okay! Tell me when I get too personal with my questions but... uh... you can change your appearance not just in size? Holy shit man, that's... that's WILD!"

Benrey stared at Gordon with wide eyes for a second, taken off-guard by the man's excitement for his more out-there powers. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously - something he had observed Gordon doing sometimes and added to his own mannerisms.

"Yeah, uh, character creation ain't perma-locked. Can access that anytime I want. Makes me tired when I do it too much... but it's cool.", he said, then looking somewhat unsure- "Would you... be a big cool with me doing that? Around here? SMALL WAYS! N-No big Benny. Just... feel comfy here. To do that, I mean."

Gordon smiled at that, reaching over to place a hand on Benrey's shoulder.

"Dude, as long as you don't go full horror and accidentally scare the shit out of any of us, go ahead. I don't know... what you have in mind with "small ways"... but I am curious, so... go ham."

"You sure? Is right now okay?"

"Uh... if you want, yeah!"

Gordon was about to remove his hand to give Benrey some space, but within the blink of an eye Benrey's hands looked... almost paw-like. His fingertips ended in dull claws, while the skin on his hands had a slight gradient to them, reminding Gordon of the ever-present shadow on Benrey's face. He let out a soft gasp-

"Holy SHIT?!- Let me see?? Can I touch them?"

"Huh? Ain't nothing fancy, but sure."

Gordon mirrored Benrey's previous gentleness with his arm as he now carefully took one of Benrey's hands (paws?) in his own.

"Wow...", Gordon breathed, slowly turning it over-

"HOLY FUCK YOU HAVE BEANS????? PAW BEANS?"

Benrey let out a crackle at that but nodded.

"Sometimes, 'cause it makes stuff easier. Climbing and holding shit and all that. Got that perfect gamer grip."

"..."

Benrey tilted his head at Gordon's sudden silence.

"Uh... ?"

Gordon looked up from staring at Benrey's hand, the biggest smirk on his face.

"So... you got paw beans."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Which means you also have toe beans-"

"What you talking about Feetm-"

"Beanrey."

"Wha-"

"BEANREY!"

"NO!", Benrey exclaimed through already starting to laugh, as Gordon fell back on the futon wheezing, barely managing out a "YES!" in reply.

#hlvrai #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai benrey #benrey #gordon feetman #Metalhead Gordon AU #metalhead gordon #you have no idea how much I love this chapter #it gave me so much serotonin #may it give you just as much aND MORE #fanfic #fanfics

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Luang Prabang, Laos - Part 2

Day 163 – Luang Prabang and the Mekong River

Heading out into Luang Prabang in the blue hour before dawn, I headed towards the temples and monasteries in the historic town centre. On one side of the street, many locals were already seated on the ground or small stools, awaiting the arrival of the monks. Luang Prabang’s almsgiving ceremony is a centuries-old tradition in Laos’ Buddhist culture. Every day as the sun rises, several hundred Buddhist monks leave their temples to gather their one daily meal. Locals prepare food and wait at the roadside to give their alms to the passing monks.

Almsgiving in Luang Prabang

Waiting for the arrival of the monks, I found a bench on the far side of the road, as I wanted to observe the ceremony respectfully and from a distance. Before long, a procession of monks clad in their traditional orange robes began to approach. I observed the locals kneel down to present their offerings to the monks, including items such as small packages of rice and fresh fruit. The lengthy ceremony was completed in utter silence, as the etiquette is to neither talk nor touch the monks, even when putting an offering in their baskets. It was clearly a peaceful, spiritual ceremony, and it was a privilege to witness this ancient ritual.

Setting off on our day trip up the Mekong

I returned to my guesthouse to meet up with Tonya for breakfast, following which we headed down to the river to board our long-boat, which would be taking us for a day trip up the Mekong River. It was a relaxing way to spend the day, taking in the boats, towns, temples, farmland and other sights along the river. Our first stop was at Ban Xiang Hai, a small riverside village also known as “Whiskey Village”. The town is known for its potent “Lao Lao” rice whiskey, and a few other unusual whiskies: Bee Whiskey - which is “Good for Sex” and Snake Whiskey - which is “Good for Strength”. In the whiskey bottles on display, dead snakes and insects were visible, with the idea that the liquor would absorb different medicinal properties, depending on what was place in the bottle. Tonya and I summoned up the courage to take a shot of snake whiskey - which was exactly the colour and taste I imagine battery acid would be! After our shudder-worthy libations, we spent a short while exploring the village, exploring the local Wats, and admiring the Hmong linens in the village – beautifully hand-dyed in a rainbow of colours. A pungent smell wafted through the air, and it took me a while before I noticed a large tree overhanging the temple grounds, with dozens of durian fruit, still on the vine.

Lao Lao, Snake and Bee Whiskey

Durians on the vine

Returning to our long boat, we continued further upsteam to our next stop, the Pak Ou Caves. This holy Buddhist site is built into natural caves formed in limestone cliffs directly above the river. The caves contained thousands of statues and effigies of Buddha – in every shape, size and material imaginable. The cave close to the river was well lit by the daylight, bit as we explored the deeper caves, we had to use our flashlights – still finding countless Buddha statues hidden in the darkest corners! The Pak Ou Caves are said to have been a sight of worship for thousands of years, where legend also has it that the caves are the home to river spirits. It was incredible to take in the jungle landscapes around the cave, and the distant mountains visible across the river.

Long Boats along the Mekong River

Pak Ou Caves

In the afternoon, Tonya headed back to Luang Prabang by river boat, enjoying some local dishes on board as we motored along. Ready to cool off from the heat, we hailed a tuk-tuk in town to La Pistoche Pool – another recommendation from my expat friend Brandon - to cool off and have some Lao Beer! It was a perfect way to spend a few hours relaxing in the shade after the many activities of the day. As night fell, we headed back to the historic centre, opting to go for a sit-down dinner at the Coconut Garden, a restaurant in one of the old colonial buildings along the main street. Sitting on a beautiful patio lit up with hanging lanterns, we enjoyed local dishes including blue sticky rice, beef and onion dishes, and glass noodles. After dinner, we meandered along the main street, talking in the lively atmosphere and popping into different shops. I purchased a few textiles and souvenirs along the main street, before we returned to our hostel, crashing for the evening after our full day.

Day 164 – Kuang Si Falls and Luang Prabang

In the morning Tonya and I boarded a small bus heading to Kuang Si Falls, 30 kilometres south of Luang Prabang. We passed through small villages on our way, often separated by large rice fields. Occasionally, I noticed small fires of burning garbage. At the time of my visit, Laos had hardly any infrastructure for waste disposal and recycling, and burning trash was seen as an affordable method of disposal. I had noticed the issue with waste the day before when I was on the Mekong, as some sections of shoreline were completely covered in plastic waste. Since my visit to Laos, some cities in the country have banned the burning of garbage, but many of the issues with pollution that I witnessed during my visit are unfortunately still ongoing.

Kuang Si Falls

Leaving the villages and rice fields behind, we entered into the jungle surrounding Kuang Si Waterfalls a series of pale turquoise falls tumbling over limestone cliffs, shaded by a green canopy of leaves and vines. The water and limestone had formed naturally tiered swimming pools, which Tonya and I proceeded to spend a few hours in – swimming and exploring. The natural setting was completely stunning and relaxing.

Returning to Luang Prabang in the late afternoon, Tonya and I set out to find “Secret Pizza” – a small restaurant started by an expat from Italy about 10 years earlier, where her reputation for delicious wood-fired pizzas and Italian dishes spread throughout the town, to both locals and expats alike. This was yet another tip from my Canadian friend who had lived in Laos for a year, and it was well worth it. Tonya and I shared a few different types of pizza, and a bottle of Italian wine – all on a patio in the middle of South East Asia! Capping off our final night in Laos, we decided to head back to the bar at Utopia, meandering through a maze of backstreets (with far too many barking dogs nearby for my comfort!). We spent the next few hours sharing drinks with other travellers, all before heading home at 11pm – as all bars shut early in Luang Prabang!

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Covert Operations - Chapter 127

SYNOPSIS: While Jamie and Claire travel to their downtime destination, Murtagh Fitzgibbons is summoned to the White Room and Madeline questions him about the breach and Colum Mackenzie. He asks if his girlfriend Bóinne is under suspicion and defends her. He also suggests that perhaps Colum planted some devices in Section without their knowledge. This plants a seed in Madeline’s mind.

Chapter 126 and all other chapters can be found at … https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations

THANK YOU all so much for the feedback on the last chapter. Your comments were wonderful and I am humbled by the response Chapter 126 had. Things have been tough for Jamie and Claire and hopefully they have now found a haven in which to recuperate. Things at Section One are heating up as well as Madeline and Operations come to grips with the interference from Colum Mackenzie. The question is why? And if there is a mole, who could it be? All will be revealed in due course.

CHAPTER 127

Fergus Claudel looked at his friend Murtagh with concern on his face. He adjusted the glasses on his nose in nervous tension dying to know what had just happened, who had called and most importantly … why.

“What’s the matter?” Replacing the handset back into its cradle on the wall, Murtagh took a breath to compose his thoughts knowing that the techie would have a million questions, then he turned around to face his buddy. He looked up at Fergus and told him the news. “They want to see me in the White Room.” “What! Both of them? That can’t be good.” “No just Madeline as far as I know. But who knows? Operations may be there too.” “You okay?” “Yeah. Knowing that Madeline wants to see me in the White Room sort of reshuffled my deck just a little bit there for a while.” “Did they say why? What do they want with you?” “What do you think? I guess I just pushed the envelope once too often again,” he joked as the colour returned to his face. Fergus’s apprehension returned once more. “This is my fault. It’s because I told them a lie about the breach. They’ve found out it was not true. You can’t beat Section.” “No, you did the right thing.” Fergus was thankful for Murtagh’s comment but nevertheless he felt for his friend. “Will you be all right?” “I’ll be fine … it could be about something else altogether.” Fergus suddenly felt a glimmer of hope although it was very slim. “Do you think so?” Replying confidently he stated categorically. “I know so. Operations was completely satisfied with the outcome, so it can’t be about the breach. Maybe it’s about something altogether different. We’ll just have to wait and see. I don't think it's going to go too badly. They seem to be in a forgiving mood.” “You think so? Madeline and Operations are seldom in a good mood. Why would they be this time?’ “I’ll be fine. There’s nothing to worry about. It is probably just routine.” However, Fergus was not so sure. “Murtagh… listen … is there anything I can do to get you out of this?” “Nah. They might be calling everyone in including you too.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Taken aback, Fergus was a little petrified having never been in the White Room before and being a little squeamish too he knew what tactics were employed to make people talk. He hadn’t even been able to watch interrogations on his monitor so how could he cope in such a situation?

“Murtagh I’m worried. What if they torture me for Intel?” “I’ve already told you there’s nothing to worry about. They won’t torture you Fergus.”

Fitzgibbons screwed his face up. As he did so, the laughter lines were prominent on his craggy face. The young techie was gradually going a whiter shade of pale and unable to stop himself from teasing his friend a little more Murtagh replied candidly.

“They’ll just scare the living daylights out of you and maybe rough you up a little.” This time Fergus was really petrified. “Really?” “Relax amigo. I was only joking.” “That’s not funny Murtagh,” he replied horrified. “I’ll be a blithering mess. I won’t be able to cope.” “Yes you will … remember what I said about knowing when to lie, and when to tell the truth … well this is one of those times.” “Are you telling me, to lie?” “No, I'm telling you to survive. But how you do it is up to you.” Fergus heard what Murtagh had said but he didn’t really listen to him. He continued to prattle on about his thoughts spinning all kinds of horrible scenarios in his head. He felt a panic attack coming on.

“They'll use invasive testing. What should I do?” The older operative could see that his friend was scared stiff. He had not diffused the situation enough to make his worry go away. There was only one thing he could think of... but it was a little drastic. He gave Fergus a solemn look.

“If you’re really worried this is what you can do …” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Murtagh Fitzgibbons made his way to the White Room somewhat apprehensive as to what might await him once he entered the interrogation chamber. It was unusual to say the least as to why he’d been summoned to an inquisition in there of all places. Unfortunately, his conversation with Fergus had raised some doubts in his own mind despite his replies otherwise to appease his friend’s concerns. Perhaps Operations and Madeline had indeed had a change of mind about the events in Section that he and Fergus had in fact caused. But Operations rarely went back on any decisions he’d made and Fergus had provided unequivocal evidence to support his theory, so that should have been the end to it. So why had he been summoned to the White Room? What was the reasoning behind his orders? Something else must have rattled their cage. But … what was it? Was it to find out if he was able to contact Jamie and Claire or was it about Oversight and Colum? There was known animosity between the leaders and perhaps he was too knowing about the happenings at Section One for Operations and Madeline’s liking. Whatever the reason he and Fergus knew nothing about Colum Mackenzie and any interference he may have caused at Section. Hence, he was reassured that they really did have nothing to worry about. He soon rounded the corner and the imposing door to the White Room loomed in front of him. Standing on the threshold Murtagh took a deep breath and reaching out his hands pushed the door open. The noise of the creaking hinges echoed loudly in the corridor. The sound also reverberated in his head as it opened to reveal who and what was in the White Room. Murtagh studied the place where terrorists had been interrogated and tortured a tad reluctant to enter. The only items occupying the round room were an imposing metal chair, a table and a small computer standing next to it. His eyes surreptitiously cased the surroundings and the rigid back of the sole person waiting for his arrival. “Come in Murtagh,” Madeline cajoled. Entering the stark white room warily, he walked over towards Section One’s head strategist and inquisitor extraordinaire.

“Killing me I can understand. But ... torture?” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Madeline turned around to face Section’s weapons expert and watched as he entered the White Room and walked over to her. Ignoring his remarks, she said, “Please sit down.” He took a seat in the chair occupying the sparse room while somewhat cynically looking around the area and waited his fate. Madeline was alone and she didn’t strap him into the chair as was the usual procedure for interrogations. There was also little paraphernalia on the table and the computer was not switched on so that was a good sign also. However, any thought of reprieve was short lived as the twins entered and strapped him into the chair as protocol directed. Once that was done, they looked at Madeline for further instructions before leaving the room on her tacit command. Murtagh Fitzgibbons waited for his fate. Madeline started circling the chair in an off-putting manner as if to gather her thoughts and he was none the wiser as to her intentions. She finally stopped walking around after a few times and stood in front of him. Her stance was stoic and her eyes looked right through him. He braced himself for whatever was to come, but her words were not what he’d expected to hear.

“You're not going to be tortured.” “Well that’s a relief.” But she hadn’t finished speaking. “And you're not going to be killed …” “Even better.” Her sentence trailed off and Murtagh knew that there was some kind of proviso. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity at what Madeline had said, he decided to ask what his fate may be. “Then why am I here?” “Some questioning.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Section’s head strategist couldn’t have been more enigmatic. Initially Murtagh thought he was here in the White Room to be asked about the breach, but Madeline had given no inclination that he or Fergus were implicated in any way. He was sure she would have used a different tack rather than just questioning him if she suspected they had been responsible. But on noticing a syringe on the table, he wasn’t so sure about her motives after all. He gave her an indifferent glance and brazenly asked, “What’s that stuff?” Madeline pulled her hands out from behind her back. “It’s a sedative,” she responded nonchalantly. “Any particular reason why I might need that?” He asked questioningly before giving a tongue in cheek reply. “Why don't you just give me a couple of aspirins and I'll call myself in the morning?” “A bio probe requires the subject to be relaxed.” That certainly got Murtagh’s attention as her reply was somewhat disconcerting. “Bio probe? Is this some type of truth serum?” Was Madeline playing mind games with him after all? That was her forte after all. “You may feel light headed; may even hallucinate,” Madeline said quietly as she read the alarmed emotions skimming across his face. However, trying to diffuse the situation he gave another flippant comeback in return. “Haven’t done that in years.” Madeline gave a wry smile at his typical retort but brushed it aside as there were pressing issues that needed to be addressed. Her steely manner indicated that she meant business. “If I’m not satisfied with the answers you give, that’s your only option.” It was then that she surprised him and came right to the crux of the reason he was here in the White Room. Madeline didn’t even bat an eyelid as she asked with conviction, “Don't you want to tell me about your part in the breach?” Looking his superior straight in the face and without flinching he stated, “There’s nothing to tell.” She was not convinced. “Are you sure?” “Positive. I had nothing to do with the breach and besides didn’t Fergus find that the cause was a malfunction.” Madeline stood her ground and glared at Murtagh. She continued her questions as if he hadn’t answered her at all. “Did you really think you could get away with this? You and Fergus were in a restricted area without authorization. How do you explain that?” “We did explain that to your satisfaction and besides we were in Systems when all the hullabaloo went down so how could we be responsible when we were nowhere in the vicinity. I think you are chasing rainbows Madeline. There is nothing more to add.” See gave him a steely look telling Murtagh that she was not finished yet. “Oh ... there is one thing ...” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Satisfied that his answers were unwavering Madeline decided to pursue a new line of questioning about the other pressing matter. She took something from her pocket and showed him a small CD. “I'd like you to take a look at something.” Even more curious, Murtagh took the CD and studied it, completely at sea as to what it might contain. “What's on this?” He inquired with interest. “Let’s play it shall we ... and you'll see,” was her enigmatic reply. Madeline gave Murtagh one of her Mona Lisa smiles which, but far from putting his mind at ease, only exacerbated his curiosity as to what it may contain. He was at a loss to think of anything that it might be.

Was there actually evidence on the CD that had placed them in the restricted area which had been captured on a hidden camera? He quickly dismissed that idea as he’d been responsible for setting up the security in that area and knew exactly where to be cautious.

Perhaps she was trying to trip him up on his answers to her questions? However, he dismissed that idea as well. Madeline would have used the sedative by now if she hadn’t been satisfied with his initial answers as she’d indicated she would. He racked his brain to think of other scenarios but came up empty handed. He briefly looked around the room, as if searching for anything that would provide some light on whatever it was that Madeline had in mind before she loaded the CD into the computer and showed him the download. The picture that appeared before him was quite confronting and he was taken by surprise by what he saw. Murtagh gasped as he watched several images of Bóinne and himself in Medical when he’d gone to check up on Jamie and Claire. However, he was more amazed when images from the covert area where they would meet within Section also appeared. He was shocked that surveillance he was unaware of, had caught the two of them together in intimate moments when they thought they were away from prying eyes. Little did they know that they were indeed being observed but what bothered him most was that Operations and Madeline had proof of their intimate relationship and clandestine meetings. He wondered what else they had on him and Bóinne. He soon found out. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The room lights dimmed and a vision of light appeared on the floor in front of him … but it was not as Murtagh expected. As he watched, a circle of light rose from the floor; two figures began to take shape in its centre which miraculously morphed into himself and his paramour. The holograph had all of their mannerisms and captured their every word when he’d returned from the retrieval mission and was heading for his quarters when Bóinne had appeared out of nowhere. He watched and listened to the recording of their conversation. "Not here Murtagh!" "Why not?" "Oh it's … it's just too dangerous, that's all. Someone may see us." "That's what makes you so exciting. I like it ... dangerous!" "Murtagh, you're playing with fire." "Grrr … I know. Right now, I could self-combust." "Look Murtagh … I've got to go ... I'll see you when I finish my shift." "Yes … I'll ... see you later. I'll be waiting." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Would you care to explain this?” Madeline’s words cut through the air like a knife. He was still gobsmacked that they had evidence of their private meeting. Suddenly, he had vivid memories of what had taken place later that evening after he’d returned from the retrieval mission. Murtagh swallowed a deep breath before answering. “I think it pretty self-explanatory myself,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye. “Did you really think you could get away with this?” Her tone was cool but Murtagh took it all with a grain of salt. “Get away with what?” He asked surprised at her question. “Fraternization between operatives for one thing.” He was quick with a rejoinder barb. “A bond between two agents isn't always such a bad thing.” Madeline however, left no doubt about what her thoughts were. “Is that so?” In reply he stated the obvious. “You always knew that we had a thing going. You can’t deny it. You always seem to know everything that goes on in Section.” A wry smile skimmed her lips. “Yes, that is true.” “Well what Bóinne and I have … it’s called living.” “Living?” “Look it up, it’s in the dictionary.” Madeline was gradually losing patience with him and his glib answers. “Murtagh Fitzgibbons, you’re a 60-year-old teenager. Ever since your return from the retrieval mission you have changed.” “I'm really not interested in just surviving anymore. I am interested in living that's where the real difference is.” “I see …” He interrupted Madeline before she could continue. “In fact, we're getting married … I asked Bóinne last night. She accepted right away,” he added for extra emphasis. This information got her attention. “We were aware that Bóinne was on familiar terms with you but we didn’t realise it had progressed that far.” “Facing death can make you re-evaluate your life.” “I guess congratulations are in order then.” “Thanks but don’t knock yourself out saying it Madeline.” She ignored his statement and continued her agenda. “Regardless of Bóinne’s new status, what we need to know is this … is she loyal to the Section?” Taken aback by Madeline’s line of questioning Murtagh replied emphatically. “Of course, she is … one hundred percent. Why?” “Can you be sure?” “What does that mean?” “We believe that there is a mole in Section who is passing on Intel to Colum at Oversight.” “Is Bóinne under suspicion?” He wanted to know now realising the motive behind Madeline’s statement. “Everyone is under suspicion … including you.” “She works in medical. Bóinne is a nurse not an operative.” “Precisely ... but she is still an operative first.” “What Intel could she possibly pass on to Colum?” “Medical Intel about Jamie and Claire.” “Why would Colum want with Intel on them? He can ask you and Operations for all he needs to know.” Madeline repeated her question ignoring the truth of this fact. “Is Bóinne responsible for passing Intel on to Colum?” In defending her, Murtagh’s hackles began to rise as each question probed deeper into his fiancée’s character. “No! Of course not! You can’t be serious and believe that she is a mole.” “Well how did Colum get prior information? He seems very well informed on their progress.” “How should I know? … Perhaps he’s planted some devices in Section without your knowledge. That would be a first …,” he added under his breath. However, Madeline heard his remark. “Perhaps you are the one responsible. You’ve had access to Medical on numerous occasions. Did you hand the Intel to Colum? Or are you going to deny it?” “Yes, of course I deny it. I gave him nothing. Why would I do that? I have nothing to gain. I've been doing this job since before you came to Section, and I can probably do your job too … but I am not a mole.” “Really?” “Really.” Becoming frustrated by his answers, Madeline seemed to be making little headway. “This level of betrayal from you would be unacceptable. Answer me Murtagh.” She leaned in closer until her face was parallel to his. “Or we can inject the sedative, and start this procedure right from the top. Is that what you want?” “I did answer you. I’m not the mole and I’d bet my life on Bóinne not being one also. If you want something from me, just come out and say it or else you can go straight to …” “One of these days you're going to carry this cranky old man act a little too far Fitzgibbons.” “Okay, spare me the excerpts from the owner's manual do whatever you're going to do and just get on with it! Call in the twins.” “That won’t be necessary. Murtagh, did you do it?” Shaking his head in denial his reply was categorical. “No! What is happening to this place Madeline? This would never have happened back then when Letitia was heading Section. We all had our jobs, we did them, we were a team, we respected each other.” “We didn't change Murtagh, the world did.” “That’s the pity especially when you interrogate people because of their loyalty to the Section. I would have thought that my past record stands on its own and would not be questioned. I am not the mole and Bóinne is not the mole. We’re just doing our jobs as best we can.” Madeline looked at Murtagh Fitzgibbons and knew he was telling the truth. He was not the infiltrator but he had given her some food for thought about Colum that she would need to follow up. Dismissing him she stated.

“That will be all … you can go.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ After Murtagh had been summoned to the White Room, Fergus stayed behind in the back room of Munitions. He was a little spooked about his friend being called in for interrogation and hoped that his fate would not be too painful. Whenever Madeline or Operations was on the warpath, heads rolled and he certainly didn’t want to be placed in abeyance because of some prank that had gone horribly wrong. He’d told him not to worry, but that never stopped the demons in his mind raising their ugly head. He wouldn’t have been in this situation if Murtagh had not initiated their clandestine search for Jamie’s files in the first place. Although at the time it seemed like a good idea that was not the case now. Because of what they’d done, all of Section had to undergo interrogation so that Madeline could get to the bottom of the breach, when there really wasn’t one in the first place. The more he thought about the results of their actions the more Fergus was worried that he would suffer the wrath of Section’s leaders. In his mind his fate was already sealed. He seemed to be destined for abeyance after all. That was unless he could carry out Murtagh’s plan. However, it was his friend’s novel idea that he was having second thoughts about. Fergus just didn’t know if he was brave enough to follow through with his buddy’s suggestion, but what options did he have? He decided to bite the bullet and give it a try. Taking one more glance outside he carefully looked to see who was around and if the coast was clear. Seeing that it was he proceeded back into Murtagh’s workstation area and removed the facing of the differential calibrator on the wall in a corner of his main work room. He’d told him what to do but Fergus stared at the calibrator summoning up enough courage to actually touch it as he’d been instructed to do. Although he was reticent, he really had few options. Trustingly Fergus placed his hand in, but whipped it back out quick smart, when he was shocked with an electrical charge. “Whoa! It's a live current!” He blurted out surprised that Murtagh hadn’t warned him that he would experience an electric shock. Fergus turned and looked at the calibrator's inner workings hoping there was another way to avoid the pain he’d just felt. However, he knew he needed to place his hand back as Murtagh had said he was to put it inside and keep it there, however, he was reluctant to have a repeat of what had just happened to him. The last thing that he wanted to do was put his hand back inside knowing that to do so would result in a painful electric shock. He stared at the calibrator and wondered about the sense of this experiment just to avoid his fate in the White Room. Meanwhile, his hand seemed to hover just outside the calibrator almost as if his appendage had a mind of its own and had no intention of going back inside. Uncertain thoughts lingered in Fergus’s mind of the validity of this endeavour… “Keep it there? For how long?” However, while he was being reticent, Murtagh’s words suddenly echoed in his head in answer to his questions.” You’ll need to keep your hand in there as long as you can bear it. The longer the better... It's the only way you'll pass the test.” Fergus took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and stuck his hand back inside. As the electric force ran through his body, he reached out with his other hand and held on to a nearby railing as the current shocked the hell out of him. Clenching his teeth tightly, he trembled uncontrollably for the pain was unbearable.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Once Murtagh had left the White Room, Madeline contacted Operations in his office via a video link up to discuss what had happened during his questioning. They had already discussed the possibility of Murtagh and Fergus being the source passing Intel to Colum, but Operations had quickly dismissed that notion. He was convinced that they were opportunists not traitors. Nonetheless, she had needed to check this out and now after Murtagh’s interrogation she was of the same opinion. Still waters ran deep with Fitzgibbons but his loyalty to the Section seemed steadfast. Madeline was interested in Operations’ take on proceedings and wanted to know if they were on the same page concerning Murtagh’s mindset. She waited for the linkup to become activated. When it did so, she asked her question. “Dougal? Did you follow the interrogation?” In his office, Operations sat back thoughtfully in his chair pondering what he had just witnessed in the White Room. His image appeared on screen and Madeline heard his reply. “Yes.” “What are your thoughts? I'd appreciate them.” “What about? Murtagh’s denial? His impending marriage? Or what he said about Colum?” Madeline heard the growing scepticism in Operations’ voice. “All three of course. I’d be thankful for your feedback and point of view.” He gave her a wry smile. “Do you think Murtagh is telling the truth?” Madeline watched him, her mind already turning over possible scenarios about the answers he’d given in her own mind. “I've studied his file very carefully. Reviewed his evaluations; assessed his psychological profile in great detail in the past.” “And?” Smiling, she shook her head, as perplexed as Operations. “I don't know. I can only go on what I saw and heard in the White Room … and I’m sure he is.” “I agree.” “He denied that Bóinne is the mole. What do you think?” “Could be his hormones have clouded his judgement. But … It’s possible. She does have unlimited access to Med Lab.” “We need to follow that up.” “Does Murtagh know that she will be put into abeyance regardless if she is the mole? She has been earmarked for the Somalia mission.” “No. Besides … nobody asked him to marry someone with a weak performance record.” “How do you think he’ll react if he does?” Ever cold and calculating she replied. “He'll put it behind him, in time.” “We don't have time Madeline.” The urgency in Operations voice was evident and it gave her cause to think. Section’s head strategist’s thought processes were churning in how to deal with the situation about Bóinne and Murtagh. “Perhaps we should postpone any talk of her abeyance for a while until we sort out this mess with Colum then.” “I’ll consider it … but if she’s the mole I won’t hesitate to follow through.” After a moment Madeline offered another solution to their dilemma although it was farfetched. “We could cancel Murtagh too. If Bóinne is the plant surely he would know about it.” However, Operations quickly dismissed that idea. “I don't want to do that ... He was adamant that she had no involvement.” Madeline unemotionally voiced another reason … one that would impact on Section. If they indeed acted on her previous suggestion, it could have greater ramifications in the long run. “And if a ... key member … of the Tactical Team dies just after he's been questioned ... it will only complicate things further.” Operations nodded his head briefly, his expression affirming Madeline's insinuation. “That, too. Mr Lambert would certainly be breathing down our necks wanting to know the reasons why. Murtagh has been here as long as I can remember.” “Colum would take great delight in that happening,” she added in clarification. “Too true. We can’t let that come about Madeline. We need to find the culprit who is feeding Intel to him A.S.A.P. We also can’t afford for Colum to know we may suspect him of treachery.” Madeline wondered if the same could be said of Fergus when his turn came to be interrogated. “Perhaps Mr Claudel can shed some light on the matter.” “We have a small window of opportunity while Jamie and Claire are away to get to the bottom of this.” “Let me work on it.” Operations sighed and nodded his head, just relieved that Madeline would find who was responsible once and for all.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ to be continued FRIDAY 19th JUNE when we find out how Jamie and Claire are settling in after their long trip.

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