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the really fun thing about making suki zuko’s personal guard is that she absolutely would figure out he’s the blue spirit. it’s literally her job to be on top of him, she would figure it out in under a month. and she would know that asking zuko to stop is a lost cause so she would follow him out. i need you to stop and picture the look on zuko’s face when he finds out suki knows he’s the blue spirit.
#goose.txt#this is his best kept secret!! not even uncle knows!!!!#he’d probably be so unnerved by the idea of suki watching him because that means she’s knows him#because nobody ever knows him. only bits and pieces and projections#it would be jarring!!#also imagine how fucking pissed sokka is going to be when he finds out that not only is zuko the blue spirit#but suki figured it out first#atla#avatar#avatar the last airbender#zukki#zukka#zuko#sokka#atla suki#vengeance!verse
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Hiii I love ur work mwah mwah
Could u make some stuff for Gf Ethan as the readers Bf . Like a list of the different things happen to reader that they're unaware is by Ethan to trap her with him.
Ex: As Gf making the reader break her leg or arm so she has to relay on Ethan to take care of her.
Just a list of stuff like that
bf ghostface ethan headcanons 😽
wc: 700+ cw: mentions of sex, sociopathic ethan, reader's colorblind, a little dark but not rlly
๋࣭ ⭑ you met Ethan in econ class when your teacher paired you two for a project. you both hit it off instantly. it didn't take long for y'all to start dating, you making the first move of course.
๋࣭ ⭑ after that, the two of you were inseparable, two peas in a pod. you were never seen without ethan, and you never realized it was all subliminal.
๋࣭ ⭑ ethan was a master manipulator, a sociopath if you will. he wasn't toxic, he wasn't trying to use you, but he needed you. to be around you at all times. he knew someday you would leave him. girls like you didn't like to settle down, and often nice guys finished last. that was his ideology.
๋࣭ ⭑ first, he had to turn you away from your friends. he had to be your only emotional outlet. besides, since your friends were pretty sane, he knew that they would worry for you at some point, and maybe try and drive you away from him, which couldn't happen.
๋࣭ ⭑ he would casually talk about how he didn't like them while on dates, and he'd find the smallest things about your friends to turn you against them,
“the one with the wavy hair, yeah, i think she was kinda, laughing at me. it's okay if i'm embarrassing you, i'll wait in the car.”
๋࣭ ⭑ in turn, you would give the girls a piece of your mind and continued with your life, your long life in his captivity.
๋࣭ ⭑ now friendless, the only person you could talk to was him, which he loved. he loved whenever you were vulnerable and confided in him, even sometimes spilling a bit too much. you knew he had issues and was angry, but you never thought he'd ever actually kill for you.
๋࣭ ⭑ he could never let you know that he's killed before though. he knew you were soft and not like him. he was aware that if you had found out there would be no saving it, no coming back.
๋࣭ ⭑ so he did everything in secret, chalked it up to coincidence. you puked in bed, leading him to have to nurse you back to health? must've been the shrimp. the town is on lockdown due to the deaths recently, all of them being people that you despised or despised you? karma.
๋࣭ ⭑ the sweet boy persona worked so well, even having you fooled. even when he dicked you down into the mattress, claiming you, making you say you'd never leave him and that he was the only boy for you, you thought he just cared about you.
๋࣭ ⭑ he cared about nobody but himself. you were the closest he's ever got to caring for someone. he wanted to hurt anybody who hurt you, going lower than those who went low. but that was because he knew if they really hurt you, you'd be gone, and that wouldn't be good for him. it was always about him.
๋࣭ ⭑ even once, you insisted to go roller skating with some classmates you didn't even classify as friends, yet, but you would. so, he followed you. he couldn't just force you to stay home, but you needed to learn a lesson.
๋࣭ ⭑ he would cower around the rink as Quinn, his accomplice, "accidentally" crashed into you. For safe measure, she cushioned herself with knee and elbow pads. You, already great at skating, had nothing to help break your fall.
๋࣭ ⭑ you yelped loud enough for the whole plex to hear, your arm broken. Quinn was quick to apologize for the "mistake," it all being a face as she shared the same sociopathic traits with her brother.
๋࣭ ⭑ your friends took you to the hospital, and you called him unaware that he was still following you, already on his way.
๋࣭ ⭑ he coddled you when he saw you laying in bed with a cast on your arm, and you were quick to hug him as much as you could.
“I let you out of my sight for a couple of hours, god, promise you won't leave me again.”
“I won't Eth, I'm so sorry. I promise.”
#ethan landry#ethan landry fluff#ethan landry drabble#ethan landry oneshot#ethan landry x you#ethan landry fic#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry angst#scream#scream iv#jack champion x reader#jack champion oneshot#jack champion imagine#jackchampion#jack champion fluff#jack champion fanfic#ethan landry fanfiction#ethan landry smut#nastyaromatherapy#ethan landry headcanons#ethan landry x fem!reader
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Tw: DARK FIC, grief, hair loss, suicidal thoughts, suicide, angst, nothing but sad feels.
WC:1033
Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with these topics or they will trigger you. There are lots of other amazing stories out here you can check out instead and your mental health is important!
I blame my friends for telling me about the brought back wrong au.
AO3 link
Law couldn't bear to be without you but you weren't you anymore. Just a broken shell in a decaying body. He couldn't help the choked out sob that broke free as he ran his trembling digits through your hair only to find a handful of it in his hand. You deserved better than this. Better than being forced to decay just because he didn't want to lose you. For a moment he contemplated trying to use the true power of his devil fruit to give you eternal life at the cost of his own but he knew you'd probably throw yourself to sea if you came back and he was dead.
If it even worked.
Though, would it truly be so terrible? To be dead alongside you? To take your hand in his once more in whatever journey lies beyond this life? Law didn't even feel alive anymore without you by his side. The others would be heartbroken but they'd move on, find another crew or just keep on the journey themselves.
Law glanced out over the cliff he was sitting with you on, the polar tang resembled an ant with how far away it was down the beach. Would they see him jump with you? Would they hate him for leaving? He wouldn't blame them.
He hoped they wouldn't.
His gaze fell to your face, searching for any sign you were there yet the once familiar warmth in your gaze was dull and unblinking. The only sign you were even alive was the slow and Shakey rise and fall of your pale blue and purple chest. You had lost so much weight yet never once did your stomach growl for sustanance. Law bit his bottom lip until he tasted blood, trying his best to hold himself together. After a few moments he began to speak to you even though he knew you'd never respond.
"You know, I was trying my best to avoid you when I first let you join the crew..You were just so pure and different then the others and myself and it scared me how easily my heart soared the first time you smiled at me once you stepped on the polar tangs deck. The way you always took care of everyone and took on the chores nobody else wanted to do made me so angry. I could tell you were just trying to be helpful but I wanted you to be more selfish. It felt like you didn't think you belonged."
Law stopped for a moment to run a hand down your cold cheek, thumb gently tracing the shape of your nose before it moved down to trace your chapped lips. He knew if you could see him now you'd probably cry yourself. Law hadn't been sleeping much at all. His eyes were almost constantly bloodshot from crying and his eye bags were darker then they'd ever been. His once toned body was nearly skin and bones because he could barely bring himself to eat.
Everything he tried to eat tasted rotten, like it wasn't meant for him to consume. Nothing could compare to the food you made anyways, not even the idiot cook on the straw hats crew could get him to eat much. He choked back another sob as he cradled your face in his hands and leaned in to rest his forehead against your own as he continued on.
"But then when I finally got the nerve to call you into my office and ask about it you looked at me with such sureness and told me you knew you belonged because I chose you. You told me you had been invited to Luffy-Ya's crew after I asked you to join and you chose me. I was flabbergasted, and if I'm honest with you it was in that moment I knew I had fallen for you. That terrified me so I became more distant yet you didn't push me, you waited so patiently for me to get my head out of my ass and come to you. I never told you but you were my first for a lot of things. You changed me so much for the better. You taught me how to really live again once I'd completed my goal. I wish I'd of told you then how I felt so we could have had more time together. So I could have really made you feel treasured. I'm sorry I worked so much and put you second. I should have took you out every time we docked and spoiled you rotten. You deserved so much better than me and yet you loved me and never once complained about a single thing."
Tears fell to your cheek as he silently cried, the knot in his throat nearing it's breaking point. He was so tired, tired of crying. Tired of the repeating nightmare that was the moment you jumped in front of him to save him from the enemies attack that left him alive kneeling on the dirt and you dead on impact. Law kissed your forehead gently before trailing kisses down to your lips. His next sentence came out broken and hoarse.
"You were selfish, selfish for giving your life up for mine and I'm sorry that I'm too selfish to live without you."
"I'm sorry but this is where we part ways guys. Take care of yourselves and don't cry too much, especially you Bepo."
Law took his hat off and sat it beside his blade before he moved to pick you up bridal style and cradled your head in the crook of his neck. He slowly carried you to the cliffs and stopped, glancing from your dead gaze to the jagged rocks below before finally settling on the distant image of the Polar Tang with a sad smile.
With his final goodbyes whispered to the wind Law let his gaze fall back to your lifeless one. Even in your zombie-like state he couldn't help but to think the sunrise still looked beautiful in your eyes. He kissed you again, holding you just a little tighter as he stepped off the edge without another sound, eagerly awaiting your soft embrace in the afterlife.
#one piece#one piece fanfiction#law x reader#angst#no happy endings#brought back wrong au#trafalgar law x reader#dark fic#WolfeGoddess Writes
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“This supposed to be art?”
headcannon where Bakugou is friends with an art major
he doesn’t know shit abt art
kinda motivational in a weird way
kaws rug DUPE
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Your knees ache from kneeling on the ground for so long. Black sweatpants now littered with blue and green splotches as you add the finishing touches on your art project. The tarp you laid out on the floor of your dorm sticks to the palm of your hand as you steady yourself on the ground to lean forward and paint this giant replica of your head. Your art teacher thought it would be a great idea to make your class recreate their heads into a 3D model using cardboard and glue guns. It’s supposed to be an abstract piece and thank god for that allowance because what you’ve done so far has made the face look unidentifiable. Bullshitting and calling it an abstract creation on critique day is gonna save your ass. And your grade. Dipping your brush into the turquoise paint you were using for 1/4th of the head, your hand slips a bit as a knock on your door breaks through your concentration.
You grumble a gruff “Come in,” voice slightly gravely from not having talked in a couple hours due to your hyper focus. Facing away, you hear your dorm room door click open, the hinges squeaking a bit. Standing with his hand encircling the door knob is Bakugou, broad build taking up majority of the doorway.
“Called your name like fifteen times and you still didn’t respond. Had to make sure you weren’t up here plotting my demise or some shit.” You give an absent minded hum as a reply, all too focused on applying never ending layers of blue paint on cardboard that continues to suck it up like there’s no tomorrow. Thirsty bitch.
Bakugou watches your uninterested form from where he stands and his face slightly twists in confusion as he tries to discreetly peek over your shoulder at what you’re doing. However all he can see is what appears to be a blue mess. The smell of acrylic paint only now registering in his mind and nose. Deciding to be curious, he takes a step forward towards your bent over form, letting the door close behind him. The plastic tarp you laid out crinkles under his socks, earning a grunt of disapproval from you. “Watch your step. If you track paint on my rug man I swear to god-”
“Nobody’s gonna get shit on your fake ass KAWS rug. Calm the fuck down. Just tryna see what’s got you so holed up in here.” He’s directly behind you now, leaning over your shoulder at a better angle to see what you’re working on.
“Art project. It’s due Tuesday so I’m trying to get as much done so I can chill this weekend,” you say, not once looking away from your creation.
“Well what the hell is it supposed to be?” His brows are furrowed together as he tries to make out whatever the hell it is you’re making.
“My head.”
“Your what.”
“My head. It’s supposed to be my head.”
It’s silent for a moment, until it’s not.
“This the most trifling shit I’ve seen in a minute.” You let out a loud and exasperated sigh, looking at him over your shoulder.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you if you don’t got shit nice to say, keep your mouth shut?” He’s usually always a dick but today was just not the day to test you. The project is frustrating enough as it is.
He shrugs before speaking. “She taught me not to lie.” He chuckles lightly before squatting near the head, almost level to your seat on the ground. “That was a joke if you couldn’t tell.” You cave a little as you both stare at your nearly finished project.
“Well since you love honesty, tell me straight up if this is ass or not.”
“I don’t know shit about this so my opinion wouldn’t really matter much. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
“But does it even look like art? Like something you’d see in a museum?”
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “This supposed to be art?”
“Dawg I literally told you it was an art project for my art class.” Your eyes follow his fleeting form as he stands up and heads for the door.
“Well art or not, just keep going til you get it done. Then you won’t have to look at it anymore if you’re not satisfied with it. Problem solved.”
Your eyes retreat back to the blue mess and you nod. “Makes sense I guess.”
“Majority of the things I say usually do. Oh and the next time I have to call you fifteen times I’m blowing your door down and throwing out your fake ass rug.” And with that, he leaves.
You can’t help but shake your head and let out a soft chuckle before resuming your task. Just get it done.
#bakugou katsuki#bakugou headcanons#bakugou katuski x reader#mha imagines#mha headcanons#mha x reader#bakugou x reader#mha bakugou#drabble#mha drabbles
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sometimes when you're brainrotting two things, the only way to cope is to smush those things together. therefore: how i think bells hells would do at Blood On The Clocktower! (or social deduction games in general.) some of this is mechanical some of it is textual some of it is Just Vibes
Orym: Not the best at lying, but very good at figuring out when someone else is. Tends to hold of on claiming for a while unless he's like a top 4. Probably follows Fearne and/or Ashton around too much, regardless of their characters/alignments. If he's ever evil with one of them he gets very excited to the point that it's almost a tell. Orym is the guy who knows exactly who everyone has been talking to, he is watching EVERYONE in his peripheral vision.
Imogen: Deception queen, nobody clocks when she's lying, but she's not the best at coming up with strategic bluffs. Initially found playing evil Very Stressful, but i think she'd come around to it. DEFINITELY talks with Laudna first every single game.
Chetney: on the fucking case. this man is a genius at this game; if he's evil, nobody can tell bc he always acts this weird, it's no different, and if he's good, he solves the game when evil least expects it. not good at lying but gets by via the power of Lying Always For Shits And Giggles (And Also Tactics)
Ashton: mister -2 to charisma cannot lie for shit. they love the game anyways, but if he's the imp he's star passing pretty much immediately (orym is going to catch him if he doesn't lmao). enjoys interrogating ppl and trying to figure out their characters. probably downplays their own usefulness to the good team but often provides big pieces of the puzzle.
Laudna: absolutely loving it. the storyteller perchance? (altho i could see orym or ash getting in on it too? I May Be Projecting.) i think laudna gets very excited to be on the evil team (maybe too obviously excited), but overall is just having a good time, solving the mystery or being the demon. yeah the more i think about it the more i think she'd really like storytelling. i mean i wore my laudna dress the first time i hosted a clocktower party the vibes are right
FCG: probably one of those people who feels bad about lying in lying games lmao. i think they'd get really into it eventually though. i don't think he'd be good at bluffing while evil, but i think he'd have a really fun time as good and get really into solving it and figuring out wtf is going on.
Fearne: Pure Chaos. you can never tell if she's evil because she is always unpredictable. will commit to the bit always. will offer you the mez word as a good player. has turned several people evil bc they thought she was joking about the mez word and she was Not. she's def not BAD at the game, she's observant and she's good at bluffing, but she is An Experience, and i say that with the most love. very fun to play with i think.
Dorian: probably a little overwhelmed by the complexity (of clocktower specifically). he is, in the words of fearne, "a very bad liar". enjoys it nonetheless, but he is not the clocktower champ by any means (again, said with so much love). still, he's a good sport about it and he's having a good time, and that's what matters! i could def see him storytelling as well. (BONUS, if he brings dariax: he follows dorian around and asks him questions about how the game works constantly. catches ppl off guard w good bluffs sometimes but only when he lucks into good strats or a teammate tells him what to bluff as.)
#critical role#bells hells#chetney pock o'pea#dorian storm#laudna#fresh cut grass#fearne calloway#imogen temult#ashton greymoore#orym#orym of the air ashari
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Alright so part two of my explaining BSD french authors:
Arthur Rimbaud !
This is the boy. Looks young, right ? That's cause he's seventeen in this. (Funnily enough, he's exactly the same age as Verlaine's wife. Verlaine, though, is 27 at the time they meet. Yeah, I wasn't kidding when I said he was a piece of shit.)
Rimbaud is kind of THE poet of teenage rebellion. He was born in 1854, under Napoleon III to place him back in his historical context. He wrote quite a bit in opposition to Napoleon, actually.
His father is absent at first, and then not here at all later. He has... A complex and complicated relationship with his mother. He gave her a disrespectful nickname, she was seen hitting him several times (although at the time that's hardly surprising...), but at the same time when he asked her to go see him in London (at a time where the trip was very expensive, and she'd never left France in her life before that) she came, and his sister described him then as "the happiest I'd ever seen him". She's often seen as the source of his inner anger and rebellion.
What he hates for sure, though, was living in his house, with his family, and especially in his hometown, Charleville, which he despises.
He's especially known for having fled his house a lot, as in several times a year, for several days every time, walking during the day and sleeping on the road during the night. His most famous poem, "Ma bohème" (unstranslatable title because "bohème" is a french concept, but it basically means living your life day after day, in communion with nature and/or your dreams, often with an artistic dimension and no money whatsoever - also has travel connotations because it derives from "bohemian"), actually talks solely about that.
He wrote from his fifteenth to his nineteenth birthday, and was - still is - seen as a genius, being one of the most influential french poets ever despite having written for only four years. He was famous for being uncontrollable, and it translates back to his style : he took extremely traditional forms and changed their rules. (Which weirdly enough actually kinda fits with Rimbaud's ability ??)
If we ever have a Baudelaire in BSD, know that his character will probably look up to him, seeing as Rimbaud is usually seen as continuing Baudelaire's legacy of completely revolutionising french poetry. His two most famous books are "A Season in Hell" and "Illuminations", his last one. His literary movement is symbolism, invented by Baudelaire, characterized by melancholy and an attraction to the ethereal and mysterious. Rimbaud himself thinks that "the poet must search and describe the unknown" and, well, too bad if he sacrifices his sanity. He's also one of the first after Baudelaire to write prose poems.
He stopped writing, forever, at twenty, after the Verlaine fiasco. Actually, he wrote "Illuminations" directly after, then gave it to Verlaine so that he could get it published instead of doing it himself.
That's where his life gets really weird. He tries to learn seven different skills and languages while traveling everywhere, fails, his sister dies and he shaves his head for her funeral, is forced into the military to fight in Java, then deserts, gets hired on a boat on his way back and becomes a sailor, then tries to get hired in the American Navy, doesn't get any answer, goes in a circus then a factory, and all of that while traveling everywhere in the world in the space of about three years.
Nobody knows where he was for the nine months after that - and during all of this, everyone who knows him is hoping that he gets back to writing poetry - and then he goes home to help his brother with his farm before leaving, AGAIN. He walks from France to Italy, then gets in a boat to Alexandria, where he works in a construction project to manage the workers. This keeps going for about eleven more years, so I can't list everything this guy did : we'd need a whole ass novel.
He stays in Northern Africa for almost the rest of his life, although he travels quite a lot in that region and never stops moving. In France, he's still as famous as he was at 17, and several eulogies are written for him without his knowledge. We can also note that he does weapon trafficking, for a very short period, at some point. He writes to his family that he's "bored", of all things. He's described by the people he meets then as "smart, sarcastic, not very talkative, never talking about his past".
He then dies in Marseille, in his thirties, from cancer in his leg.
I'm gonna be honest : I don't like his BSD characterization. Rimbaud's a wild card, a chaotic teenager, as an author. I also ! Hate ! That he's Verlaine's mentor. But that'll be the next part, where I'll talk of IRL Rimbaud and Verlaine.
Previous and future parts are in the #IrlBSDFr tag.
#IrlBSDFr#arthur rimbaud#bsd rimbaud#bsd rimlaine#bungou stray dogs#bsd verlaine#bungo stray dogs#bsd spoilers
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What do you think your first ever special interest was? And if you can and want to, please info dump about it.
Infodumping you say? Oh, I’ll give you info dumping(this wasn’t supposed to be long HELP-)
(this is just a lot of artwork and text of me talking about Five Nights at Freddy’s. Don’t follow me for Five Nights at Freddy’s content, I don’t draw FNAF content anymore, maybe one day but not now, sorry)
So a lot of my hyperfixations double as special interests, the first one being no different. I’ve had fixations before, but none of them hit me quite like the horror game Five Nights at Freddy’s.
I know it goes back to 1st grade because I recall working on a project in 1st grade with this other kid who liked FNAF, and I remember very well that he told me that Golden Freddy couldn’t speak because he ate a guy and… the guy got wedged in his throat apparently??
Despite the obsession starting in 1st grade, I didn’t start drawing FNAF until 2nd grade. I have art from 2nd grade but I don’t know where it is, so the best thing I can give you is this one piece of art from 3rd grade,
And this art from 4th and 5th.
I also started a comic series in 4th grade called Foxy Fox.
I went under the pen name “Foxy Fox”, and Foxy was altered in the story to not be a pirate and to be female. Basically, I unknowingly made a Foxy kinsona. They started as QnAs, but then got an actual story of their own after book 6. There are 12 books in the main series, and around 10 side stories. I stopped writing them sometime last year because nobody was reading them anymore. I mean, nobody had been reading them ever since 6th grade, but for some reason I didn’t stop until 8th. To be fair, I was heavily obsessed, but I eventually ran out of motivation when nobody was there to read them.
I think what intrigued me so much was the whole deal with them wanting revenge on William. I have this thing where I love “character does something wrong, regrets it, victims get revenge” and also I loved woobifying villains… uhhh William was very woobified, it was really bad lol
To give you a rundown of the main idea of Foxy Fox, in the 4th book they find an unconscious yellow rabbit animatronic and they’re like “oh neat new friend” and then later he wakes up and kind of freaks out for a second but then he’s like “oh you guys are chill I’m Springtrap btw lol” and then Goldie sees him and is like “I LEFT YOU FOR DEAD WHAT-“ (except super quietly under his breath so only the audience can hear… I wanted to make it subtle that Springtrap was William, but I did not make it subtle) so basically, the whole thing was it was Springtrap becoming part of the gang with only Goldie knowing, and Goldie wasn’t telling because he knew it would hurt Springtrap more if he grew attached to everyone as friends only for Goldie to tell everyone.
And apparently this stupid plot gave me 6 years of obsession… damn.
I may be good at writing a lot, but I am not good at making a closing sentence, so… I’ll just dump a bit more art down here lol
(all of this is from the two newest books, and like a part of the plot was that there was RWQFSFASXC and Shadow Freddy, but there was also Shadow Foxy and Shadow Chica(both female) and the Shadows were like the bad guys, and the two most recent books have just been the Shadows fighting with the main gang, consisting of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Goldie, Mangle, Marionette, and their newest addition— Springtrap. There’s a reason why they’re fighting but all you have to know is that they’re fighting in order to understand the art I’m going to dump.)
Ok bye bye now @:3
#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#foxy the pirate#foxy the fox#fnaf foxy#foxy fox#Springtrap#Golden freddy#I accidentally wrote Sprongtrap in the tags at first#Kinda funny because my nickname for him is Sprong#my art#pawfulofdoodles#ramblingoverwaffles
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Well if we're startin off with an art blog, might as well show off the weird little guy I've been drawing most consistently, Strellona.
This post will act as a bit of an initial masterpost for his art going forward.
More Info and art about this goober under the cut!
So! First and foremost, his full TRUE name is Strellona Vie Sha'Lyve. Though other common names he goes by are Sevial Sha'Lyve, Sevial Marin, Barn Cat, Strellona Lumenosa, or simply Sev or Strell.
His most common epithet is "The strange Prince from a strange land.", though he has also been refereed to as the Archivist, Medic, and, most curiously, as the only fey who can lie. (On a technicality.)
While not being of the fey originally, a chance encounter with a particular fey lead him into getting roped into good ol fashioned fey bullshit after eating and drinking food and drink of the fey. The initial debt to the particular fey who roped him in initially ended up being waived because the only thin that particular fey desired was companionship, which confused the younger Strell as he was already more than on board with being friends, deal or not, which touched the fey deeply.
Though now that he was more or less permanently attached to the fey realm, he never really combated it or rejected those new roots, and rather fully embraced them as the weird lil guy he is. The fey seemed to really appreciate his presence as two of the rulers did take him in as a son.
Though his shenanigans don't really end there, since he also did later join a kingdom run by humans and the likes, offering various services and serving in a major war that lead to his desires to learn more about the nature of things around him and healing people, as it was discovered in that war that he had a strong affinity to life magic.
Though the wars and his new position as someone who archives, heals, and spies did take a lot out of him, so did the death of the king of the country who welcomed him in to begin with. His race, unknown until old texts were rediscovered during the height of the war, was inhumanly empathetic, and not only was he grieving, he could feel the full extent of the grief others around him felt as well. Which sucks!
He never really fully recovered from that event and is still prone to carrying the weight of others emotions on his shoulders, despite nobody ever really knowing about it.
Personality wise? I'd say for his current rendition he's quiet but polite, sometimes expressive in conversation and a delight to be around, other times hes stoic and silent, more focused on his work or any project he is working on in the moment. Very much a workaholic and worrywart, though he's also incredibly grounded in some instances when it comes to emotional struggles and is definitely a good shoulder to lean on. He is also highly inquisitive and intelligent, sneaky even, since the strong desire to learn about things goes strong even in his fragmented emotional state. Curiously, despite all his shortcomings and struggles, he is also quite genuine as a person and will often fully says what he means. It is very rare that he lies, though some speculate that he may have lied more if it weren't for his ties to the fey to begin with. And as many have stated in his lifetime, "He always seems to know just what to say."
Here are some various art pieces I've done of him and characters he's interacted with over time.
#long post#oc artwork#oc text#oc:strellona#crimm art#oc#he is so strange all things considered from a narrative standpoint#i wouldve gone into more detail but his initial story is full of a lot of other peoples characters so this rendition is more vague#there will be an alt version of his background that includes a lot of the same beats but shakes it up a little#like he'll still be of the fey and experienced great loss and all that jazz#and its also funny because in his original canon#he was betrothed/married to someone#love wins i suppose!
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Excerpt from my mess of an Au Mighty Marcus
(Context: Marcus was found in the rubble and taken to Mighty Med. The staff are welcoming and Oliver and Kaz take him under their wings. They are largely unaware of Marcus’s backstory aside from a barebones idea of an evil guy making him. Henry Tidwell (Titanio) the resident tech genius takes on a mentor roll. He knows where Marcus came from because of his circuitry, but doesn’t care. Marcus works in the tech sector of Mighty Med while trying to figure out his place.)
“I’m not meant for this world.” It was such a dramatic statement, but a true one. Marcus didn’t belong in any world, not even the one he’d been created for. He didn’t belong among the ‘normos’ or the supers, he was an outlier.
Henry sighed, looking at him from across the wrought iron table that was slightly off balance. The pizza place wasn’t high end or fancy, a hole in the wall joint that smelled like spice and pasta sauce and played Italian music softly from a record player. It wasn’t the kind of place a man like Henry fit in at with his tailored suit, but at the same time was a place so like him. Marcus was learning that people were deeper than he thought. Henry said it was his ai learning, he was pretty sure he was just finally seeing the real world.
“Have you ever read my comics?” He asked through a bite of greasy cheese pizza. Marcus had, back what he was archiving, but he hadn’t actually processed any information.
“Well, I never fit in either, too smart for my own good and a bit of an asshole. I refused my fathers company to fly planes, and I was damned good. Up until I got myself stranded in the outer atmosphere and realized nobody would be coming to get me.” Henry sighed, looked haggard at the memory. He’d never seen Henry look remorseful for anything, it didn’t seem in his character.
“How did you get out?” Marcus had a theory, he was a genius after all, but humans were surprising creatures.
“I nearly died, but somewhere in that desperation I remembered that I was good for something, and that was building. I made a suit, a modified space suit of scraps and canabalized ship, and I look a leap of faith.”
Marcus leaned in, invested.
“I survived, obviously, but that suit was a peice of junk.” He laughed, even as he unbuttoned his dress shirt to pull back and show his shoulder. There was a seam, jarring an imperfect, just below his shoulder joint. “I had a rough landing.”
“Is that..?” Marcus scanned it, seeing cybernetics under synthetic skin. Henry was like him, if only just.
“Yep! Made it myself, except for the skin, never could figure out skin. So I got home, and nobody had realized I had truly gone missing for that month. I took the company back and tried to cope.” There was a shine in his eye, one of pure mischief. “And then I realized I could make a difference. I rebuilt my suit and became Titanio. With no idea of a superhero world or the fact comics were already being printed, I became a hero. Most supers hated me, a normo wearing a suit and fighting their battles. Some still do.”
Marcus had noticed that, how even some superheroes gave Oliver and Kaz the cold shoulder for being humans in the realm of gods. He thought it was stupid. Humans may be weak and inferior, but Kaz and Oliver, and Henry it seemed, had proven themselves. They were more heroic than his pathetic siblings.
“What did you do about it?” Marcus would have made them suffer to prove his worth, but Henry set down his pizza and fixed him with a stare that felt piercing down to the microchip.
“I proved them wrong, became the best I could. I turned a failing company into a tech giant, saved every penny I had and put it into my company and my suit. I was supposed to just be some human engineer meant to die in space.” Henry winked, returning his focus to his pizza like he hadn’t already packed away several pieces.
Marcus knew what he was implying. He hadn’t been built to last, a pet project instead of a son. His birthright was to die.
“I’m not hero material.” He wasn’t, he really wasn’t. He’d been created for destruction, and he’d always destroy what he touched. This peace had to be temporary. He’d met real heroes, seen them risk everything to save people Marcus didn’t see as worthy of saving. He couldn’t become that.
“Then don’t be. Be something else, you have quite the brain, kid. Save people in your own way. Also drink your water slower, refills cost money.” Always a penny pincher, even in his heartfelt moments. Marcus couldn’t help a laugh, a noice that startled him. Laughter was such a new experience, so far from the maniacal cackling he was used to. It felt nice, warm.
“Can we go to the company after?” His eyes shined at the prospect of poking around in Henry’s lab, a place he was becoming familiar with. It was so much more advanced than his area at Mighty Med! Maybe he could bully Tidwell Tech into donating equipment, god knows they needed it after last weeks budget cuts.
Henry smiled, a genuine fondness that confused Marcus as much as it pleased him. He was wary of anyone trying to fill the void Douglas left, but the new men in his life were weird. Horace with his distant caring and occasional attaboys that reminded him of his dad, but a real excitement for his hobbies that Douglas never had. Henry, so much like his father but also very different, who never tried to be a parental force and considered him an equal, a person.
“Sure kid. I need your help tweaking his gauntlets, they’ve been off since that battle with Soul Slayer last week, I think he knocked something loose.” He’d also fractured Henry’s wrist but the human never seemed to dwell on injury.
It was such a show of weakness, or, what did Oliver call it? Good faith? An offer to work on the man’s prized possession, the thing that made him a hero.
Marcus wouldn’t disappoint him. He still wasn’t a hero, or even a good person, but he wouldn’t betray Henry’s trust unless he was given a reason to. Mighty Med was a Eden, he wouldn’t be the snake that destroyed it.
#I fucking love Henry#He’s like the Tony Stark of this word#total weirdo#Everyone sleeping on the financially anxious billionaire#tech giant that definitely competes with Davenport Industries#would roast Douglass to his face about his mistakes with Marcus’s ai#mighty med#lab rats#kaz mighty med#oliver mighty med#mm#marcus davenport#marcus#kaz mm#kaz#oliver mm#kazimeras#Davenport industries#Henry Tidwell#titanio#mighty Marcus
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Pale Blood - wherein Bosch is as smart as he is impulsive
The backup runners were on their way, Bosch had made certain. He called them, and then he called them again, despite their insistence that it wasn’t necessary the first time because Delmas already called–and also hey, did you know it is extremely dangerous to fly and chat at the same time? He didn’t care, and told them as much, with warnings to move their asses faster–to which he received reminders that it wasn’t their job and they were doing him a favor.
Then Bosch linked up all the fangs waiting for blood to assure them, at once and without wasting more of his time–and theirs, of course, which was precious, so precious–that they hadn’t been forgotten. And that he hadn’t failed.
“A bump,” Bosch assured the impossibly smooth faces that glared, with hollow eyes, through too many projected screens. “It’s a bump, a blip even, nothin’ to concern yourselves about. Blood’s on its way, same as ever. We jus’ had a lil’ mixup in schedulin’.”
His hold on the slums had been tentative, at best, but he would make damn sure he didn’t lose what he had over some lackey wolf. Certainly not the same lackey that kept sending his best runner back in pieces.
Shoulda dosed him more, Bosch thought, keeping the anger from his face so as not to spoil the grin he shined at the screens.
That false cheer bled into his voice as, once again, he answered their heated murmurs and worries with soothing lies, “Come now, we’re all family here. Bloodbrothers, you might say.”
There were sneers, and a scoff, but a few of them smiled…the representative of his most prestigious client even laughed–it was a chuckle, if anything, and directed at a stream of kittens she had pulled up on a private channel.
Bosch would not be deterred, “I know you’re all chompin’ at the bit, metaphorically speakin’ of course, to drain someone dry over this but I assure you; it was a simple mix-up. Your blood’s safe and sound and will be on your doorsteps real soon.”
“Pri expects her shipment before half-lid,” one of the fangs asked.
She had been the first to truly speak, in words clear enough to understand–the others had been mumbling and grumbling over one another incoherently. Bosch focused on her and swallowed, hard. She had laughed, but he knew it wasn’t at his wordplay, and her opinion mattered over all the other withered husks flickering in the room.
The Pri she spoke of was one Bellasara Pri. Once upon a time she had been a nobody clamoring for the scraps of more powerful, organized bloodlines–not Bosch’s but Delmas’, or his father Delamont’s to be more specific. Then, out of nowhere, Pri became the fang all others bowed before. Not only fangs either, everyone bowed before her. Pri rose high and rose fast, becoming CEO of her own corporation within a year’s time; Bellacorp. A corporation all others ached to please. And Pri sat at the top, ruling business and city–Dolor had a mayor and a local governing body of elected officials, but everyone knew who held the reins.
She had become untouchable, infallible, and no opinion in that room or on that call meant more than hers–or her assistant, as it were, for Pri was far too busy to take calls herself.
Bosch couldn’t be certain that Pri did Delamont in to reach her position–though he’d ruined his own rep in a futile attempt to prove it–but he still wondered. Whenever he heard her name, he wondered. But he’d spent a decade–a handful of them, really, but those were years he preferred to bury–building his rep back to a reasonable level and he would do anything not to lose what he’d earned.
“Or your head,” the assistant added, slamming Bosch to the present.
Bosch nodded, licked his bone-dry lips, and did his best not to stutter, “She’ll have it; one, or the other. You have my word.”
“For what that’s worth,” the assistant mumbled and her screen blinked off.
The other fangs muttered amongst themselves but said nothing clear enough to reach through their screens.
“You heard the lady,” Bosch all but barked, waiting until all their listless eyes found him again, “half-lid for Pri, but the rest of you by dusk, or thereabouts.”
There were a few grumbles, some sneers, and a particularly heavyset fang actually hissed through bared teeth, but their screens blinked off. One by one they flickered and disappeared, leaving Bosch alone in the swollen shadows of his office.
He hadn’t been updated on the state of the bloodbank–Delmas had yet to check in–and it bothered him. But he knew who to blame, whose head the fault fell on, without being told.
Fucking wolf, He wouldn’t voice it so soon after a call–one could never be too sure how long it took to disconnect–but it had to be the wolf. It had to be Nash. Who else in the slums is runnin’ round with such raw motive?
Then the room lights came on and Bosch saw what wasn’t there, and a new reason bloomed from that emptiness, “And my fucking keys!”
Rage boiled in his gut as he stalked down the stairs, to his basement and the secrets it held. He could taste that rage, as thick and sweet on his tongue as the last bloodbag he’d drained–too long ago. And he knew where to direct it, knew the address as well as he knew his own. He even had a convenient tunnel that connected right to it–to be fair, it connected to the crumbling subway system that snaked through Dolor’s underbelly, but there weren’t too many with access…which made it a sizeable brag.
The next words Bosch spoke, as he turned the wheel of the hatch that would lead further below, were not shouted. They were not mumbled or whispered. Those words left his lips in a silky-smooth clarity reserved for old lovers, “wonder how ol’ Lulu’s doin’.”
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#snippet#writeblr#urban fantasy#pale blood#I wrote over 2k words today but this is all you're getting right now#i did not take the laptop to the bathroom#i swear#Pale Blood Scenes
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This is a very random question lol. But would old man Terry let his younger children use electronics? Like what I mean is would he be the type of parent to give his younger child a tablet and just let them use it constantly? Or would he set up rules for how long they can be on it before they have to go find something else to do? Also it was once said on here that you think Terry would definitely snoop through his Beloved's phone, computer, etc, would he do the same to his children at any age, whether they're kids or teens?
I don't know why I get the impression Terry's family, and above all else, his children, wouldn't really have a presence online, you know? I don't think he'd want them to. The public, the media and people at large suppose that he has some children somewhere, but nobody knows much about them, because they're not on Instagram, they're not on Tik Tok, Youtube, Facebook, and they're not really on any site commonly used and if they browse the Internet, it is explicitly through proxies, incognito windows and under the strictest of anonymity. Everyone might just assume they're off at some glitzy private university abroad, which they might just be anyway. Basically, typing their names into any search engine comes up with a bunch of confusing, dead end leads that yield little actual intel outside of Terry himself mentioning them in braggadocios superlatives. It is also hard to pick apart just who his kids would be from a bunch of pictures taken at various charities and functions where he is smiling and embracing a bunch of kids, in fact. Tactical? Maybe so. It is really hard to track down any information and the Web is constantly scraped clean (much like Terry's biography and past misdeeds are) but this is all very deliberate, because Terry is territorial (duh!), Terry is tactical, Terry doesn't want his loved ones used as leverage or endangered and he is selfish enough to where he doesn't wish his children or beloved ever really 'out there', precisely because they are inherently meaningful and pretty much everything to him Might be a bit of personal projection, because Terry is a voyeur and a stalker entirely willing to disrupt marriages, families and use people's children as pawns in his schemes, so he assumes everyone else must too. And some people, reasonably, might.
Of course, his kids all own the most expensive phones.
Tablets, computers, laptops, you name it.
They own pieces of tech before they even officially come out.
But, their lives are different to a great many other children and teenagers to where they're so rich, they aren't even exactly on the radar. Or hey, if they're on any site, they might be on the type that requires a hefty paid subscription and a certain set of 'invite only' connections to enter in the first place. Basically, they're in a world of their own --- that's the way Terry Silver likes it too. Likes to keep it that way.
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Fairytales
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Summary: Bachira thought he knew how love stories went. Those fairytales he believed in so much. But when he comes home one day to see Mama and Papa wanting to talk to him, his world flips upside down, and slips out of his fingers.
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Bachira was 8 years old when he was sat down by his parents for a "talk."
It was right after a school day, Friday specifically. He couldn't stop thinking about playing with Mama again, since she had promised something special for him. Playing around by himself in the playground was alright on his own, even if he did stare at the other kids with longing, but he missed the feeling of chasing someone around, his arms outstretched until they would pick him up and embrace warmly. Mama hasn't been able to do that as often anymore. She looked more tired than anything.
Papa was also supposed to be here to, which to even the mere thought of made him smile wide. He always seemed to know exactly what Bachira wanted, and delivered it 1000x better.
With the two of them, it was like being alone every day at school didn't matter, because he wasn't alone at home. He could play all he wanted to.
Bachira went in and let his backpack drop on the floor next to the front door before running over and hugging Papa as tightly as he could, then Mama. "What are we playing?" he said excitedly, nearly jumping where he stood. Papa looked at Bachira. His eyes were droopy, and dark circles colored the undersides. His hair was clean, cleaner than Bachira has ever seen on him. Slicked back till it shined, and perfectly in placed, not a single strand curved outwards. He smiled, but his eyes stayed tired.
From behind him, Bachira heard Mama shift around, and something squeakily sliding against the wooden floor. He felt Papa's hands tightened on his shoulders.
"Meguru, how was your day?" he asked. Bachira pouted and shook his head. It was like Papa knew he didn't like that question.
"Nobody played with me today. C'mon, what are we gonna play? Mama said we had something special today!" He laughed and looked at Papa eagerly, leaning forward, as if he held all the answers. Papa's eyes stayed fixed, but now it drooped even further downwards, and grew tight, glossy.
That was the first time Bachira saw Papa sad.
"C'mere for a moment."
Papa stood up and, while still holding on tightly to Bachira's shoulders, he led him to the dinner table. Bachira wondered for a moment if they were gonna eat and felt second-split excitement, because Papa hadn't been able to eat dinner with them for a long time now.
His excitement dissipated when he saw Mama's eyes. They had the same glossy, droopy look.
Bachira jumped up a bit to sit on the too-tall chair, and watched as Papa and Mama sat across from him, far too separated from each other. Papa had his arms crossed loosely and was leaning back a bit on the chair, while Mama had her arms resting on the table and was leaning forward. It was like Bachira was being interrogated for a bad thing he has done.
The sun sat right on top of their heads.
Mama was the first to speak. "Meguru, we're...gonna do something different today."
Papa shifted noticeably beside her, his gaze in Bachira's direction but looking somewhere above him. Mama was the only one looked directly into Bachira's eyes, but it almost looked like she wanted to look away too.
"Is it the special thing?" Bachira asked. His hands tightened on the chair beneath him.
She didn't answer his question. She only gave another sad smile.
"Meguru," Papa said. He was smiling too, his mouth too wide and curved on his face that it didn't fit, like it was a wrong piece put in a jigsaw puzzle. "You know we love you, right?" Bachira didn't hesitate to nod up and down sharply.
"Yea! You and Mama love me a lot, so we play a lot together. I love you more anything in the world! I would be sad and lonely if you and Mama weren't around." Both sets of eyes sharply twisted away with something in them, but they just as quickly came back to look at him directly. Mama reached out to grab Bachira's hands on the table and rubbed them gently. Papa had his hand loosely on Mama's shoulder, and rubbed on circles with his thumb.
Mama's glossy eyes creased above her tight smile. "Honey, we love you so much... both of us..." It looked like she was about to say another word, but drowned before she could get it out. Her hands were no longer rubbing, and instead they latched on tightly to Bachira's palm, pulling them gently like they were a chain tying the two of them together. Like she was afraid to let go, in fear of losing his grasp.
Bachira looked up again, and saw Papa again. His hands on Yuu's hand were like another chain, on so desperately tight. There was no smile on his face anymore, staying particularly stern and blank, save for the far, far too glossy reflections in his eyes, or the slight quiver of his lip.
They looked so sad that it made Bachira want to cry too, and he almost did. Maybe it was his own glossy reflections that made Papa talk again, all while Mama kept her hold on Bachira. "We love you no matter what, Meguru, which is why Mama and I are...we've decided that..it would be best to, to leave..leave each other. We're separating, Meguru."
Bachira tightened his hold on Mama's hands. He looked back and forth between Mama and Papa, who both looked at him, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth-
"You'll stay with me," Mama said, her voice calm as ever, "and Papa will call you all of the time, all of the time Meguru. He'll call and come visit to play whenever you want and write as many letters as he possibly could and he-he'll call Meguru, we'll, we'll set up something I promise you...he'll..we'll," set up something, she mouthed, but no sound came out. Like an anchor, Papa had his hand on Mama's shoulders. Mama talked so much that Bachira almost missed Papa crying.
Thick drops of tears dropped on his cheeks, slow and heavy. It looked so out of his place on his usually wide, creased, smiling face, and, before, his expressionless eyes, blank and dull and trying so hard to stay that way.
Then he moved his hand from Mama's shoulders, and Mama's tears dropped too.
Bachira cried too.
"...but-but I thought that, what you said was....did I do something wrong?" he asked desperately. Like a hawk, Mama quickly grabbed his wrists and shook her head violently, while Papa too desperately reach over the table and grabbed him. Their words bumped and stumbled over one another.
"No! No no..sweetie no it- of course not its never..you're not...no no, please its..its not your fault, it..it isn't.." They avoided each other gazes. Bachira looked away from their eyes, and reeled back. Papa, Mama is- they're leaving each other, Papa is... leaving him. Maybe Mama will leave too after him, maybe she will and he'll be alone, all alone again.
But they can't be. Mama and Papa love each other. He's seen them hug each other and kiss and hold hands and say they do. Mama and Papa love each other.
Bachira’s head ran rapidly. Like he was falling, and only the hands on his wrist and shoulders kept him upfloat. Bachira could ask so so many questions, but he got out the first one quickly, like if he didn't, they'll leave right there and then. "W-Why?"
Mama and Papa stopped talking. Bachira bit his lip, and felt the tears salty on it. "Why are you leaving each other? I thought you loved each other..." That's how it worked, didn't it? You love them, and they'll never ever ever leave.
When he said that, Mama and Papa stopped. Their concerned and tight expressions that was once solely on Bachira left. He didn't think it was possible, but they looked even sadder.
Mama had her hand tight on Bachira's and reached out with another to rub away the tears on Bachira's cheek. She looked up and down on his face, but her eyes were so far away. He could see the thoughts turning her head, words that prickled nearly out of her tongue before being bitten back, and the tightness in her shoulders and hands slowly fade away. Before she spoke, a single tear fell out of her eye.
"Baby, it doesn't work like that."
Her finger still rubbed Bachira's cheek. He could feel the rough texture of her hand, its cold touch starkly contrasting the warm feeling his face he got from crying. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make sense of her words.
"Your mother and I still love each other, Meguru," Papa said. His tears were dried, and he had somehow managed to keep the blankness in his eyes. And yet, somewhere inside there, there was a crack not quite closed correctly. Bachira didn't know if Papa noticed it or not. "But, it just...didn't work out. We need some time apart. This isn't your fault, Meguru." Then he hesitated, and shot a glance at Mama. Mama was listening to every word.
"It's nobody's fault. We'll work this out. We just need time, that's all."
Mama focused back on Bachira. "You okay? You're very smart, Meguru, so we wanted to tell you so you'll understand a bit better. It's okay, it will all be okay." Her eyes shook with those statements. But Bachira believed her.
"Okay."
Even when Mama went in to hug him, and Papa did too, Bachira still couldn't grasp or understand them.
In every fairytale that Mama read to him, and Papa on occasion, it always ended with the princess getting together with her lover. They would have a happily ever after, and then the story ended. But it was assumed that their happily ever after continued for, well, forever. When Bachira would hear those stories, he wished he could be in their place.
He felt so alone at school. So alone that sometimes Bachira would fantasize about being in one of those stories. Running around, his imagination went wild, and someone would appear in front of him to hold their hand out towards him. "Come with me," they always seemed to say. "We'll be together forever." And Bachira would believe them, because he could see it in their eyes the look he always saw Mama and Papa have. It was so captivating. Bachira nearly cried the first time the bell rung, and he realized none of it was real.
Fairytales told him love made everything alright. It was all they needed.
Love fixed every solution.
Maybe Mama and Papa were lying, even if the idea initially stroke him as crazy. Maybe they just didn't love each other enough to stay. If he loved someone, Bachira thought, he would never leave them behind. He wouldn't be able to. It would hurt too much. Like someone took a part of him.
Maybe Mama and Papa don't understand that. Or maybe they do. Maybe all the looks he saw them give were lies. Or perhaps every single one was true. Maybe those fairytales and stories were true, or maybe, they lied to him too.
If that's the case, he didn't know what he'll do.
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Papa left on a Sunday. A week after the "talk" happened.
Bachira hadn't see Papa and Mama together too often until then. Sometimes they talked, but it was always low, and mumbled so he couldn't hear. Then he saw the suitcases pile up, items slowly disappeared, until they were right here. The house felt empty, even if most of everything was there, because right in front of the door, Papa stood with everything with him.
His smile was so blinding and wide. It was like he was going on a full-expense vacation instead of leaving them behind. He got down on his knees and held his arms out, and Bachira ran right towards him. He wrapped his arms around Papa and pressed his head in his shoulder. Papa had on a fluffy winter coat, where the hood had soft fur all around it. It tickled his nose and eyes, but it was so soft that Bachira couldn't help but bury his face in it. He closed his eyes and held on tight, trying to ignore the icy air coming from the open front door and the ache planted deep in his chest.
Papa held on to him too, and while there they stayed tied to each other, the suitcases casted away any imagined fantasy that this is just Papa going to work. When Papa let go, Bachira still tugged tightly on. Maybe if he held on longer, Papa wouldn't leave.
"Meguru," he heard Mama say.
Hesitantly, Bachira pulled away. Papa still had on that too wide, happy smile, and those comforting eyes. "It's okay, I'll be back soon, and we'll take you somewhere special, okay?" Special. He said that before too, when the "talk" happened. Still, Bachira nodded. No matter what, he'll believe him, because Bachira had nothing else to believe in.
Papa got up from his crouched position, and he took a step back. His hands grabbed onto the suitcases and Bachira felt Mama grab onto his shoulders tightly. Before Papa completely stepped outside, he looked at Bachira, Mama, then the floors, then the walls and the ceilings and photographs on the walls. The table that sat near the door, the carpet they got just a few months back, the tv he was so excited to get, the cleaned living room that once stayed a mess. In the air, the smell of ramen wisped around, as their emptied bowls laid in the sink to be cleaned and washed, all three bowls.
Bachira never noticed before how young Papa looked at that moment, like all the wrinkles disappeared in his face, the eyebags too.
He looked up at Mama, and Mama looked young too, and small. Dried tears painted the undersides of her chin and she looked ahead at Papa with those eyes before Bachira noticed Papa was looking at her the same way too. For the first time, Bachira couldn't tell what they were saying at that moment. Papa nodded.
"Yuu, please take care." Mama had her hands tight tight on Bachira's shoulders and she nodded stiffly.
"You too."
The door closed, and Papa was gone.
Papa was gone.
Bachira didn't realize what he was doing until he was running up to the window, tearing away from Mama's grasp, and pressing his face against it. Papa's car was leaving the driveway, and Bachira tried desperately to catch his eyes and wave one last time. He waved and waved until Papa's car turned away from them, and went along the opposite road, until it grew smaller and smaller, further and further away, leaving. He waved until his hand felt numb, and Papa's car was no longer here. It had disappeared completely.
Desperation took over before he knew it, and his body moved forward, pressing against the window because he didn't want Papa to leave. To leave and never come back. Never come back. He couldn't imagine it, couldn't even think, and his throat closed up before he could yell and bring him back.
Tough but gentle hands tugged him back, and Bachira was enclosed in warmth once again. It wasn't until then that Bachira cried. He cried hard and loud, and he turned and pressed his sobs into Mama's chest, tugging her pajamas and grabbing her so so close. Desperate wishes went into his head, that maybe this was just an obstacle in a fairytale, and before long, the happily ever after would come again. Maybe Mama and Papa would suddenly realize they love each other again. He waited for the door to open, for Papa to come in and say that he lied, that he could never leave, that he loved Mama and Bachira too much and he'll hug him and press away the tears on his cheeks, and kiss his forehead and Mama's too. The suitcases were never real, they were empty and the house's emptiness was just his imagination.
But nothing like that happened. The door didn't open, and no matter how strongly he willed it, the house's emptiness didn't go away.
Bachira cried hard, pretending those dreams and fantasies were true and indulging himself in them, all while Mama hugged him tight. He didn't know if Mama was talking, but he felt droplets fall on his hair, and Mama's arms shaking. Maybe she was pretending too.
They hugged each other long and hard, afraid to let go. Indulging in past dreams that could never come true again, those that clouded the future because to them, Papa's empty presence would stay there for a long, long time.
#crossposted#bllk#blue lock#my writing#fic#1000-5000 words#bachira meguru#yuu bachira#unnamed bachira's dad#bllk high school au#p3w universe
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@spiinsparks : Sonic came to them quietly, in the funny little way he way he did sometimes. A creak of a door, a rush of a breeze where all should be still. Then, a pressure, at Amy's wrist. A silent request for her attention, although it was gentle enough to shake off.
Only at her acquiescence did Sonic rest his chin atop their shoulder, face hidden behind the quills that framed their head. Exhaled a sound long and slow, deep and throaty from his nose as he nestled into the crook of their neck, fighting back the tremble in his hands, his arms, his legs, his feet as he wound himself around their waist, back to chest. Holding on as the wave in him rose. Tightening his grip as a shudder rippled through him like a riptide current. One wrong move and he'd be out at sea. ( and he hated water. he grew to hate it more and more. )
But here, now, there was an anchor. A little piece of land amidst the tide and he stayed like this for just a bit longer... She was enough.
As quickly as the tide had risen did it flee again, deep down where it would stay if Sonic was very lucky and played his cards right. And then he was loosening his grip ever so slightly, though his chin remained atop her shoulder, his cheek against her quills.
❝ How d'ya feel about a little sight-seeing? ❞ he asked, though the moon was rising high. ❝ Nobody's gotta know, if you've got places t'be. ❞
Love is very simple to Amy; it comes easily, and it never feels difficult to give to others, offering pieces of her heart that the others take and barely seem to notice. It’s better, now, than when they were all younger, when Amy gave and gave and gave and the others rolled their eyes or scoffed — but still took, depended upon the sweet, gentle, sometimes - too - loud, sometimes - too - much little girl she was. Love was simple then, too. She thinks, somedays, that all she’s gone through should have made it more complicated, more difficult, but it never does. It stills feels obvious and simple and easy, to love. To love the world and all the people in it.
To love Sonic, perhaps most of all. They’re aware he’s coming before he reaches them; lover’s intuition, they think with a wry smile, a minute or so before he arrives. They use the spare time to put tonight’s project away — Restoration paperwork, helping out Jewel, because someone has to. Because if Amy isn’t working, doing something, then they’re no different than the loving, useless little girl they were. They’re just finishing putting things away when the door creaks, when there’s a hand at their wrist. Their head tilts in acceptance, making space, and he tucks closer, holding on, face buried in the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Their cheeks warm, of course, and the heart races, of course, but they love him as a best friend as well as the partner they’ll never have, so they don’t say anything; just rest their hands over his around their waist. I’m here. I’m here.
Loving comes easy, even if being - loved, oftentimes, does not. Amy’s still not used to it, is all; spent so long adjusting to giving and giving love and being met with scoffs and indifference. It’s a little different to be held, to be sought out for support. It’s different now / it’s better than it was once, when they were both younger, more foolish. Loving comes easily, and if they process this as another chance to give love rather than an expression of love from Sonic — that’s not surprising, really.
Their head tilts, resting against his, and they hum, playful, as though thinking it over — as if there’s any story where he asks them ( without words, but he asks them all the same ) to please help me, please support me, please save me, please love me and they say no.
As if there’s any story where Amy wants to do anything other than be the one to save Sonic, FINALLY.
Then, “I’d love some sight - seeing with my most important person.” Her hands tighten just a little, around his. “Let’s go.”
#answered.#amy : main verse.#spiinsparks / sonic & amy — all that i see now is not the same‚ all you remember has gone away; but you're still standing.#spiinsparks#AGH....#queue.
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That post u recently reblogged as Skyler made me 👀 Who's that? 👀👀👀👀👀👀 What is the human > God > Beast pipeline?
oh boy do i have a fucking tale
alright, so y'know how i've mentioned a couple times that human things like books will leak through into the foreverlands? yeah, some other human things can pass through as well, like fruit, clothes, or... humans.
Skyler Hilton is a completely normal human being with zero magical capabilities. He's also genderfluid (he/she/they interchangeably) but for the sake of clarity I'll try to stick to one set of pronouns. Before he wound up in the Foreverlands, he was already fairly unusual. His expression was usually frozen into a smile, his manner of speech was stilted and sometimes incoherent, and he held very little care for nearly everyone with the exception of his twin, Miranda.
Miranda is also a human, obviously, but she (unlike Skyler) does have magical capabilities. And one day, when the two were 15, a portal opened up with the intention of dragging Miranda from Earth to the Foreverlands, failing to account for the possibility of an immensely protective twin that would immediately cling onto Miranda in an attempt to stop her from being taken.
Portals are very finicky, very rare, and very poorly understood, even by those who make them. But the long and short of it is, Miranda was dumped in the location she was supposed to end up in, and Skyler was stranded in a completely different part of the world. And he Did Not Like That One Fucking Bit, so he immediately started tearing shit up in search of answers and, more importantly, Miranda.
Problem: the area Skyler was sent to was very close to this lovely building that some may call the Thistle stronghold. What's Thistle? An assassin's guild, of course! Run by a woman called the Rose. So when two assassins posted outside the stronghold get jumped by a pissed off teenager who's very strangely good at fighting, the Rose orders them to take him alive. Because the Rose sees this strange feral human and thinks, "This is a weapon." And boy was she right.
With the help of a good old-fashioned memory curse, Skyler is turned into a clean slate that the Rose can use however she wants, and she decides to make him into a killing machine. He's presently one of the highest-ranked assassins in the guild, working directly under the Rose (something very few have done, ever, regardless of rank) with zero recollection of his life aside from the fact that his first name is Skyler, which he only knows because the Rose told him post-curse. He has zero memories of Miranda but still retains that undying loyalty and protective nature, which he now projects onto the Rose instead. Even for an assassin's guild, Skyler is pretty damn scary, especially to the other members. Nobody but the Rose knows where he's from, nobody knows why he's so dedicated to her, and nobody knows what the hell is wrong with him. He's a living, breathing cryptid, and he has several knives.
This is his God era, because he really does seem like an immortal, untouchable being. Nobody knows what the hell he is, so all they have is wild speculation, and nobody would ever guess "human" because the idea that a human could be here, survive here for two years, and actively overpower sorcerers would all be way too preposterous to be real. But it is real. He's a human.
Miranda has no idea where he is, and she's spent the past two years looking for him, almost nonstop. She started studying Divination at Wildwood in the hopes that it would help, and it has not.
Eventually, the curse will break, although it's not a clean or easy solution. In the Foreverlands, breaking a curse is like breaking a fever—you still have germs in you. So piecing together all his memories is arduous and he'll struggle with short-term memory for the rest of his life, which surprisingly doesn't seem to bother him that much. And this is his wild beast era!
I say that because it's soon after the point where the curse breaks that he and several other characters end up on Earth, temporarily, having been portalled to rural Illinois. For reasons. And Skyler just goes absolutely batshit nutstown, rediscovering this entire world that he lost, exploring the wooded areas with nothing short of absolute elation. He eats without silverware, he refuses to sleep indoors, and there is one point where he gets so overtaken by his Creature Brain that he randomly leaves to sprint through the woods, without slowing down once, for four fucking hours. He's having a blast. Wild beast era.
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“Nobody asked about my writing” meme
@modernwizard : thank you for the inspiration!
I’m sure you guys would send me asks if i ever reblogged one of those writing memes but most of the time i wouldn’t know how to answer most of the questions. so, this is not about you not being a supportive audience. this is about me being a faint-hearted squirrel.
1: what are you currently working on?
the next chapter of my Sherlock fan fic. (no really. for once in my life i’m actually making some progress - that is, whenever i’m not on tumblr lol) as well as editing some of the already posted chapters for when i’m finally going to update the thing.
i’ve also started a Doctor Who fix it. which is coming along really slowly.
2: summarize your current project
it’s been YEARS and i still can’t come up with a better summary than the one i posted on ao3:
“A kidnapped teenage girl. A political conspiracy. Bees. And somehow in the midst of it all, John learns a few things Sherlock forgot to mention about those two years.“
But really, i also get to explore a few things about John’s past. and Sherlock’s pre-series past. IF you want to read it, please feel free to contact me, because the version on ao3 comes with a couple of mistakes i’m getting rid of the moment i’m posting the next chapter! (i don’t want to edit them now because i don’t want people to get a notification, thinking i’ve posted the next chapter only to find i did some minor edits). AND YES, I KNOW I HAVEN’T UPDATED THAT FIC FOR YEARS. I’ve been busy.
for my DW fix it:
The universe is ending, but that’s the least of the Doctor’s problems. (I need you to understand that the universe ending is literally the subplot in this one!)
Yeah, i need to work on that summary. Basically, I want to re-write some of the plot of the Flux story arc, and, while being at it, i’m also changing a few bits and pieces about the Timeless Child.
3: summarize your current project poorly
A crime fighting graduate chemist and an ex-army doctor team up to stop a political conspiracy involving bees. (Am I doing this right?)
The Doctor, Yaz and the Master investigate the Division and happen to save the universe in the process. They also bring back Gallifrey by accident. The Master is not happy about this.
4: describe your favorite character or characters
HOW AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE? (like, this is exactly why i hardly ever post writing ask memes). Let’s do something else instead: describe why you’re looking forward to writing your project:
BBC Sherlock: series 3 just doesn’t find the time to deal with a lot of interesting topics which could be turned into a nice little story (Moran, the aftermath of The Empty Hearse, why does Sherlock volunteer to help with the wedding preparations, i want to tackle Sherlock and Mary’s friendship in general, also Mary and Janine’s. Sherlock and Mycroft’s. And i’ve always wanted to write a case fic involving bees).
DW: how did the Master go from Missy’s redemption arc to destroying Gallifrey? What did he do during those 77 years on Earth? Just the Doctor and the Master’s complicated past (and future?). Yaz. Ruth!Doctor. Time Lord Telepathy. Australia. Lizards (like, actual lizards).
5: post a line from your current project without any context
BBC Sherlock: Sherlock had shown him a glimpse of the dark secrets holding the threads of the universe, the ugly, elemental puzzle pieces of human nature which, any later, Sherlock would have been too self-conscious to trust him with.
DW: For a moment the world dips into golden star dust and she does her best not to think of endings and beginnings.
6: how do you get through writers block?
depends on what’s causing it. but these days i usually switch projects and work on my other fic instead. sometimes, going through my ao3 bookmarks and revisiting some old favourites help.
7: would you want to live in the world of your current work?
BBC Sherlock: no, there are already enough political conspiracies in this one, thank you very much.
DW: a hard no! i know i said it was a sub-plot, but the universe *is* literally ending.
8: briefly discuss your outlining process, if you outline
i don’t actually write an outline. but i have a pretty good idea of where i want my story to go and what i need to deal with in the next chapters to get there.
9: what is the aesthetic of your current project
BBC Sherlock: at times dark, at times light and sparkly but always soft. much softer than the show (while still very much dealing with torture. like. i literally wrote a torture scene, which is probably the hardest thing i’ve ever done and hopefully ever will do. 0/10. wouldn’t recommend). does emotional closure count as an aesthetic? no? it should.
DW: i know hurt/comfort isn’t an aesthetic BUT it should be. maybe cottage core in space?
10: what song sums up your current work the best?
*forgets every single song she’s ever listened to*
i tag: @aelaer @natalunasans @beguilewritesstuff and literally whoever wants to. if you see this post consider yourself tagged.
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Chapter 29 is out!
Chapter 29 of Tribal Pride is out and WARNING: Sexual content bc YES they finally fuck.
Enjoy reading! And don't worry Chapter 2 of Lilac Skys is with my trusty beta-reader to beta read and see if I made big mistakes!
Also here is Sera
The Radio Tower wasn’t far away, a two-minute drive at most, so they didn’t really talk much on the way there. Her insides where still in a turmoil and she wasn’t really calm, she just didn’t feel right.
The urge to scratch herself or do something physically exhausting to tire her body and thus numbing
her a little was extremely overwhelming. It was weird since she felt restless from all the emotions
inside her, all the thoughts and memories rushing through her head and body and at the same
time; she felt so exhausted from the fight with her brother, walking all night and staying up for like ages at once. Long story short, she felt like a mess.
When they arrived at the radio tower Sera got out with Vaas and greeted the other 3 pirates already
waiting there. Again, Vaas lit himself one of those cigarillos and took a deep breath from it.
Turns out one of the pirates was Carlos and greeted his old friend with a wave while his face lit up in
joy when he saw Sera. “So, did he kidnap you again or are you here on your own free will?” the male
asked teasingly making Sera smile a little. “Kind of both I think” she shrugged and followed them up.
The Radio-Tower looked so demolished, the ladder was broken and there were some planks loose. All in all, it looked as if it would crash down the minute a small bird would land on it.
“So, the CIA Agents were not stupid; they jammed our radio from up there and then destroyed the tower a bit so nobody would get up to undo the damage” Carlos filled them in quickly.
At the bottom of it waited a Pirate. Sera had maybe seen him before, they kinda looked all the same at times and but he looked more like a younger boy, dressed like a pirate. How old was he? 16? Why was he so Young?
“We can of course, use another radio tower to cover this area but someone needs to get up there
and undo whatever the CIA has done.” Carlos said and shrugged. For a moment all were just standing
there and looking at the shaky and aching tower. The boy confidently walked over, ready to show his
worth and possibly also to show off in front of his superiors and Vaas. The moment he touched the
tower it was aching louder, and Sera could see the fear in the younger male’s eyes and his hesitant
moves. Just when she was about to say something the Pirate Lord reached out to the younger male
pulling him back away from the tower. Only under protest did he got down and took a few steps back.
“I can do it, I can get up there and – “Carlos shut him up with a hand gesture pointing at the tower.
The moment the young boy had let go of it; Sera had already started to climb up. Without hesitation
and confident steps, she made her way to the first 1/3 of the tower. Now it got tricky. She didn’t
know how long the shaky building would hold her weight without problem and she was sure that the
higher up she got, the more delicate the balance would get. Her movements were still fluid but got
more careful when she almost acrobatically climbed up. Arriving at the top she felt the tower bend to
the wind and to her weight, aching louder as if it was threatening her. Telling her to get down or
otherwise, she would be buried under steel and wood.
To say that she wasn’t scared would be a lie, she felt fear the whole time climbing up. And now, up
top she couldn’t even enjoy the ever so breath-taking few because of the fear of crushing down. If
Sera would dare to turn her gaze to the ground, she was sure to fail. Very carefully she tried to make
her way over to where they put the little device to disturb the radio, when suddenly something
beneath her cracked loud. A piece of floor got loose and was crashing down to where the Pirates
stood. Luckily all of them got away just in time to not get killed by the falling wood. With a racing
heart she clawed on a safe looking piece of metal and gulped down the upcoming panic.
“Calm down…. Calm down” she mumbled and forced herself to slow her breathing and her heartbeat. Sera wasn’t afraid of heights but the thought of crashing down and getting buried under the tower did scare her, especially with the constant aching and slow moving of the tower.
When her hands stopped shaking, she worked fast to get the little device off the radio box, throwing it directly down to ground and used the lock which was still hanging there to secure everything up again. Now she just needed to get down again. Somehow.
A loud whistle caught her attention. Vaas was standing at the bottom of a zip lane and waved to get
her attention. Quickly Sera opened her belt on her pants to use it on the zip lane, when she moved
towards it however the tower gave a loud cracking sound and leaned dangerously in a different
direction. “Oh fuck….”, came out of her mouth.
For a moment she stood there frozen in place while she forced to fight her fear. With the tower moving all the time the zip lane wasn’t safe. It would rip or slack depending on where the wind
comes from and leaning the tower in different directions. Climbing down was no option either, she
wasn’t so sure if she would be quick enough before another piece breaks down or if she would crash through the wooden floorboards. So, her only option was… either die up here, hope for a miracle or make an assassin’s creed like jump in a nearby water source she saw. To her demise, she couldn’t make out how deep the pond or lake was, she wasn’t even sure if she was able to jump like that to even reach the water, maybe she would hit ground or the rocks.
Another loud sound and the tower leaned too much on a different side, she waited too long, the zip
lane slacked and got even loose; this was no option anymore. Maybe she should start wearing a
wingsuit from now on, then stunts like this wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Scolding herself in her
head, her body started to move before she could realize it. Her instincts took over and she jumped.
The angle was right she would meet the water, now she just hoped it was deep enough.
Crawling out on all 4 gasping and coughing, Sera wasn’t giving off the sexiest or most intimidating look. She was just happy to be alive, collapsing in the grass heavy breathing. Thanking her goddess of war and hunt that she managed to survive the jump, she let Vaas help her get up.
“This was incredible and unbelievably stupid.” Sera commented on her own stunt “Next time… stop me.” she urged the Latino who just grinned broadly at her. “No risk no fun, besides mi Vida, you looked incredible.” Sera snorted opening her pony tail and trying to get through her hair. “Now I want a shower or a bath.” she grumbled, feeling Vaas carefully patting her back “Later… I promise you can use my bathtub.” The face of the woman lit up with glee when Vaas stopped her “AFTER we are done… tonight” rolling her eyes sighing the now wet woman followed the Lord of the Pirates to the other three Men. Carlos complimented her while the younger boy just watched her with an open mouth. “I think you have a new fan” Vaas mumbled into her ear sending small shivers down Sera’s body. “Jealous?” she asked teasingly stretching a little.
“Alright Vaas, where to next?” Vaas threw the car keys into her hands “The Doc… Carlos you come with us?” When said man denied, Vaas walked over to him to whisper something in his ears. They talked a few steps away leaving Sera suspicious when the Teenager approached her. With a raised eyebrow she looked at the younger one. “What?” The boy gulped down and took every last bit of courage he had before asking Sera, “Do – do you want to be my girlfriend?” Before Sera had any chance to reply, the other Pirate had already wrapped an arm around the younger one’s mouth, seemingly uncomfortable. “I am so, so sorry Doña Sera, he’s just a stupid boy.” Grumbling, he pulled the smaller one away from Sera leaving her standing there surprised and amused until Vaas came back.
“You are right… I have a fan.” she purred and gave Vaas the Key’s back “I can’t drive.”
“I need to be careful then”, Vaas replied with a smug grin before taking the keys perplexed. “Don’t
Worry, I will show you the way I just need to give a few orders over talkie… driving and talking into the talkie sucks”, he explained lighting another cigarillo. Sera never realized how much he was smoking. “That’s nice and all but I repeat: I can’t drive… I have no clue how”, she said again and smiled innocently at the Pirate Lord. “What the fuck…. Can you even do?” the Pirate asked suddenly making Sera turn with a death glare. “I can jump from a 15-meter-high tower, almost crashing down in a pond where crocodiles live and come out perfectly fine.” she said and went to the car before stopping, “Oh and do you know what else I can do? Kick your fucking ass, PUSSY!”
She sat into the car and waited till Vaas also got in. He sat there in silence and turned his head to look at Sera.
“Alligators… we don’t have crocodiles here, only Alligators.” he turned the key and started the engine leaving Sera to sigh deeply. “Sorry Dr. Doolittle, of course…. Alligators…” she mumbled and shook her head. For a while they just drove around in silence until Vaas suddenly stopped, making Sera almost jump in her seat and gasp “That’s the guy who is talking to animals right?” Perplexed Sera was
looking at the male and rubbed the backside of her head “W – what? Yes.” she shook her head and
sighed a little. “That’s what was bothering you?” She was looking at the other male who stared at her
“No, what is bothering me is that you haven’t eaten the whole day. You probably haven’t eaten
yesterday either…” he said and watched Sera turn her head to look out the window “I am not
hungry.” she answered mumbling.
With a grim nod, Vaas continued to drive again until they stopped at the house at the Cliff. Sera
sighed a little when she saw the house “What?” the Pirate Lord asked snipping the cigarillo he had
finished away. “Nothing it’s just – “Sera shook her head and got out “Nothing…. Give me a minute,
okay?” Vaas raised an eyebrow in disbelieve and distrust, but Sera just smiled. “I will come after you I promise, I will come the whole day with you… pinkie promise” with a soft smile she offered him her pinkie, for a moment he hesitated but then he smiled as well and they intwined their pinkies.
When Vaas had disappeared into the house Sera couldn’t help herself but break down in the dirt next
to the car. It took her a few moments until the shaking of her hand’s stopped and she buried her face
in her hands. She took in a few deep breaths to calm down and fight her emotions before
she slowly got up again and went to see Vaas inside.
Inside, Vaas was laughing and the deep rumbling sound of it sent a shiver down Sera’s spine and she
couldn’t help but smile a little. It smelled of weed and Tea. “That might be a little too strong.” she
heard the Doc say as Sera peeked around the corner. “Not if you know how to dose it.” Vaas countered and grinned as he took another breath from the joint “Holy motherfucker, but that
mixture is some crazy shit here…” the Latino said taking in deep breathes and turned when he noticed Sera. “You want some?” Sera shook her head making Vaas snort, “Pussy… OUCH!” He rubbed
his head where Sera had given him a hard slap on the back of it. “Yeah… I have one and it seems like you won’t get any of it… EVER.” Vaas was about to say something, but Sera completely
ignored him and went on to greet the elderly man in front of her, got some tea and started chit-
chatting with him.
The male grumbled and got next to his woman, wrapping an arm around her to test the waters. To
Vaas’ surprise Sera leaned into the slight embrace and even relaxed a little while she inspected
the different kinds of drugs on the table. The Doc and Vaas had a conversation about some different
colored pills, while Sera took a small bottle with an oily liquid in her hand and inspected it a little
closer when Vaas suddenly took it out of her hand with a smirk. “What’s that?” Sera asked curious
and watched Vaas let the little bottle disappear. “It’s just an oil made of herbs… Maybe, I give you a
relaxing massage later?” Vaas grinned and pulled her a little closer, purring into her ear. The thought
was tempting and for a moment Sera did really consider his offer. “It’s also a very strong aphrodisiac.” explained the doctor innocently while sipping his tea.
Vaas would have loved to strangle the Doctor right there and then for saying something like that but
on the other hand, he saw how color crawled up to Sera’s face as she realized what the old man just
spoke. Surprised and slightly embarrassed she shook her head. “I’ll wait outside.”
Just a few moments later Vaas appeared next to her in the car again, stashing the small box and
getting behind the driver-seat. “I didn’t really plan on using it on you.” the Latino tried to explain to
her. He feared that now she wouldn’t trust him anymore, but Sera on the other hand turned her head to the male. “Really?” she asked and watched Vaas drive off to their next destination. For a while there was silence until Sera turned on the music again. It wasn’t a bad silence it was rather calming. She enjoyed Vaas’ company. He wasn’t judging her; he wasn’t trying to biliterate her and he didn’t think she was a little porcelain doll in need of protection. She felt, at ease and relaxed and even dozed off a little.
They arrived at a pretty big outpost on the coast and a big ship was waiting for them. “Last but not least, we will oversee a small slave shipment. You know making sure they all get on board of the ship” Vaas explained shortly. “Alright.” Sera replied.
Before Vaas could get out of the car, she grabbed him by the arm; perplexed the pirate Lord looked at her. “You know how I would use it?” Sera asked. Vaas was not really sure at first what she was talking about, but then it clicked. “I would tie you up… somewhere private, not your little castle… maybe a forgotten old village. I would tie you up and mess with you until you would beg
me to fuck you… But – that’s just my idea.” the fact that she explained it so nonchalantly to him made Vaas blood boil. Without further ado Sera got out of the car and Vaas stayed there for a few more moments until he finally followed her.
Inside the small walls of the outpost, she was greeted by a familiar bark and her favorite dog.
“Rusty! What a good boy!” she greeted the dog which came running into her arms, licking her face
and Sera made sure the dog got a long and big scratch. “Oh, I missed you, such a good boy!” She
praised the happy dog and looked up, meeting Buck’s eyes as he was limping closer.
The Australian looked horrible and there was a big aid around his thigh. “Fuck… they got you good Ey?” Sera asked and he snorted angry, “Yeah but I got that bastard back...” Buck and Sera greeted each other like good old friends, catching up with another while Vaas watched from the side-lines at first before he moved on to his men.
Sera kept pace with Buck, adjusting to his walking “So… a slave-trade?” she asked and the marksmen
nodded. “Mostly prostitutes, a whole bunch of them actually.” The older male wore a devilish grin.
“Honestly, I didn’t think you would actually show up with him. I heard what had happened also with
your arm… I really thought you would kill him.” the older one confessed, making Sera snicker a little. “I didn’t decide to let him life yet I first wanna try out how good his ‘skills’ are before I decide to kill
him.” she joked, nudging the other softly in his side making Buck laugh. “You are evil…” he simply said with a grin.
Sera stayed more in the background together with Vaas and Rusty, overseeing everything while Vaas
was talking to some of the mercs and then sat down somewhere in the back, under a sunshade with
a bottle of rum. Yeah, Vaas was living the life, Sera thought with a lot of sarcasm. First there were
some people coming all tied up or too scared to run away. The Pirates made sure they wouldn’t
leave, escorting them to the ship. There were a lot of different kinds of people, beautifully looking
women and men, older and stronger men and also some children. Some of them would be off
somewhere to be sold as sex-slaves and prostitutes, some probably as cheap workers and easy
slaves. Hoyt would lose a small fortune if these slaves would disappear, she even was almost sure that her Boss was the buyer. Charlie was sure to appease Hoyt as long as two of his best employees were working for him. Anyway, Sera wasn’t really interested in the slaves, she rather was catching up with Buck, to see if he had some more information for her. She needed to find out more about Greg, the scientist as they suspect, and where he is working from.
For a while Sera and Buck where just talking while Vaas was leaning back in his chair, drinking from a
bottle his legs were slightly spread while his left hand stayed on his lap, seemingly relaxed but Sera
and Buck knew better than that. His left hand was resting very close to his gun, while the slaves were
walked by. However, they didn’t really care about the slaves until the women and prostitutes were
walked past them or more past Vaas. Sera could see a grin forming on Vaas’ face when the women
walked past him, trying to get the Pirate’s Lord attention in hopes of not getting sold off. A growl
escaped Sera when one of them had the audacity to even come near him. Maybe, it was jealousy, maybe…. No, it was definitely jealousy when Sera wrapped her arms from behind around Vaas’ neck. “Don’t even think about it…” she mumbled, rather threatening into his ear.
Vaas really enjoyed Sera’s abrupt jealousy and her behavior, how she suddenly started to massage
his shoulders and his chest. “Oh, jealous all of a sudden?” he asked smirking. “Ok, I won’t. If you sit on my lap” he smirked at her. That bastard knew what he was doing. “Fine, but hands to
yourself” Sera ordered and was ready to sit onto his lap when she got pulled to his body. With a
winning smile he had wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Sera tried not to look at him
too much since she was blushing furiously, nevertheless she slowly leaned onto him and carefully
wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “No touchy, touchy your hands stay on my hips and my knees.” She grumbled a little and felt him nuzzle his nose in her neck. “Okay, compromise I keep my hands there, but we make out…” Vaas suggested grinning.
Great now the Lord of the Prates was testing his waters with Sera, trying out to see how far he can
go. “You want to show off with me” the woman mumbled making Vaas snicker a little. “Don’t blame
me, your presence is making me go crazy” he murmured into her ear. Sera turned to him, now facing
him with a leg on each side and Vaas really enjoyed this situation.
“Okay let’s negotiate this” she started and looked at him. Vaas grumbled leaning back more and crossing his arms in front of him. “Fine… I want to make out with you and eventually even have sex with you” he demanded, making Sera snicker a little. So much confidence “Let’s start small alright? You want to make out with me? Alright I want to use your bathtub WHENEVER I want and ALONE.” Vaas rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. “Okay let’s change this up. I want ONE day a week, my rule. I want to spend time with you, do something with you, make out with you, eat with you, have sex with you.” Sera’s cheeks turned even redder when she heard Vaas talk like that. “T – that is… alright! Fine… but I want to use the bathtub whenever I want and… And you have to cook for me!”
Vaas smirked as he wrapped his arms again around her. “That’s easy” he said and wanted to give her a kiss. “BUT” Sera started “It’s not enough… you have to give me more than just that.” The Pirate Lord rolled his eyes. “I got some crucial information for you about Greg the CIA-Agent and some of their locations.”
For a moment there was silence between them. Sera was thinking about all the ways she could hurt
him. How the fuck could he hold back such important information? “H – how do you… why did you?”
Vaas shut her up with a hand gesture. “Don’t question me. I know more than you think.” In shock
she realized that he was blackmailing her with this information. Vaas read her expression and
smirked, “Well I thought I would hold back this little information until I would need it to negotiate
something with you.” Truth to be told, Sera was both speechless and really impressed by Vaas. Which
was both angering her and also turning her on somehow. “You fucking…. You are…” Sera
stammered and left her mouth a little open. “I am handsome? Great? The best men you ever met?”
he teased her and got a soft punch in return. “Asshole”, she grumbled a little and got silent for a while again.
Vaas watched her think, she was working out a way around everything probably or looking for an
escape route. He never expected her next words, however. “Equality” she said and took in a deep
breath. “I am not your little girl; I am not a show off and I swear to God if you ever call me your
baby girl, I will punch you!” she grumbled, when suddenly Vaas pulled her closer. “I don’t want a fucking side-chick, I don’t want someone sucking on my cock for money or because they are afraid of me”, he growled. His eyes suddenly grew darker “I want a Queen; I want an equal mate… my goddess” A shiver ran down Sera’s spine by his words when she let her hands wander over his chest “Fine – “she didn’t manage to say more, because Vaas almost jumped up with her, keeping her in his strong arms. “This needs celebration and I know just the place for it!” With that the Pirate Lord more or less dragged Sera away from the slave-trade in his arms, with almost everyone watching. “Wait Vaas, what about the slaves?” Sera tried but the man just shook his head and took her back to the car. Hesitant, Sera got in.
For a while they just drove around until they passed Bad Town, then drove off to a hidden corner of the jungle. Sera couldn’t really believe what was happening, was this real or was she in a dream? Oh
god, did she take drugs? Was she on a trip? When Vaas opened the door on the passenger’s seat and
helped her out of the car like a gentleman, Sera was almost certain that she was heavily drugged and passed out somewhere.
Slowly Sera followed the Pirate through the lavish jungle, it seemed so green and lively, with the
scent of sweet flowers and ripe fruit in the air. She smiled when she heard the familiar sounds of the
it, the birds and the insects, the different animals in the distant. She felt so alive when she
followed Vaas upwards the small mountain they were hiking. “Where are we going?” Sera asked from behind Vaas. “Up the mountain to the top.” Sera felt a sudden rush of adrenalin as she ran past Vaas. “Last one up is white bread!” she screamed, racing up the mountain. It took Vaas a moment to get it, before he followed her up. “Oh, wait little kitty I’ll get you!”
Laughing both tried to outrun each other, bumping into one another, grabbing and trying to slow the other down, or hiding behind trees and bushes to scare each other playfully. When they arrived at the top both were laughing and out of breath. It was not bad being like that, together with Vaas who was also panting. “Oh my god! It’s been years since I had this much fun…” Sera confessed without being able to stop grinning. “Me neither… we have to do this more often!” he suggested, and Sera grinned. “Alright but I will win again” she teased Vaas, making him playfully attack her. “Oh, as far as I know I was first!” he said wrapping his arms around her, swirling her around making Sera laugh even more. “Vaas, wait!” Grinning the Pirate Lord twirled her around until they stopped at the cliff.
Still giggling and out of breath, Sera held on to Vaas arms when she looked around and saw the small
picknick in front of her. It was nice, there was a small blanket laid out with some smaller pillows,
different types of food, fruits and sweets together with some bottles. If she had to guess she thought, it was rum.
“Wait… did you – plan this out?” she asked looking around. The view was stunning, from the Cliff she could see out to the ocean over to Vaas’ Island. “You’re arrogant, you know that?” she said to him as she sat down. Only now she realized that the sun was going down in this exact direction. “How did you plan all this?” Sera asked again when Vaas sat down next to her.
“If you eat something with me, I’ll tell you whatever you want” he smirked making Sera grumble
“You are blackmailing me again…” Vaas just shrugged and took a bite of some mango. What the hell
was he planning? Sera couldn’t really make out what was going on as she wanted to grab some of the
fruit as well, when Vaas took her hand “On my lap mi Vida…” he kissed her hand and smirked
when Sera regarded him with an annoying look. “You are unbelievable.” Sera mumbled and moved
on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder again when she suddenly got a piece fruit in front of
her mouth. “Just making sure you actually eat.” he explained before Sera opened her mouth and let
him feed her. “Good girl” he praised her, smirking. For some reason those words made her blush even more and she made sure not to accidently bite him.
“You’re a good girl.” Vaas mumbled into her ear and smiled when she blushed even more. Vaas was praising her every time she ate something or drank some water. Sera didn’t know why, but every time Vaas did it, she felt a cuddly warmth and something else, it felt weird but not really bad. Carefully she sucked or licked at Vaas fingers while looking into his eyes. “You are enjoying this.” Vaas stated, leaning a little bit forward and carefully rubbing his nose on her skin. “You too” she answered moving a little on top of him “I can feel it” she teased and heard the other grumble.
Both looked at each other, Vaas was drowning in those warm chocolate eyes while Sera got lost in
the green emeralds of the male and they both felt this magnetic pull of electricity between them.
Their lips met and for a moment they stayed like this. Just softly pressing their lips at each other
before it turned into a deep and passionate kiss. Both had their eyes closed while Vaas let a hand
wander to Sera’s hair, opening he ponytail and letting her hair down while Sera grabbed on to the
back of his neck. The kiss soon turned from passionate into hungry and almost animalistic, their teeth
even clashed together while they were each fighting for dominance. They only broke apart because
of the lack of air; however, they didn’t really break apart, just enough to breath before Vaas took
matters into his hands. Sealing off Sera’s lips with his own while turning them around and carefully
pushing her down on the soft blanket and pillows. Sera groaned into the kiss, letting her hands
wander over his broad shoulders and feeling his body on top of hers, his weight however wasn’t
strangling her it was weirdly enjoyable, his warm skin, the smell of earth and herbs he gave off. It
would have been a romantic scenery with the sun going down and the picknick, but the two lovebirds were more occupied with each other than really enjoying the sunset.
Not even metal would have been able to break them apart while they kissed, when Sera felt a soft tug on the back of her brain and her instincts alerted her. Before Sera could even react, Vaas had already looked up, scanning the area for the intruder, hiding somewhere. Shit, she was now experiencing his instincts firsthand, quite literally. While he was overlooking the area his muscles tensed, which was fucking hot, but also the paranoid feeling of them being watched intensified.
Now both were sitting up and looked around, Vaas suddenly turned his head in a different direction. “Do you like watching Hermano?” he called the unknown person out and reached for his gun. Something was moving and both were quickly on their feet with their weapons ready.
The tension built up even more, when a loud rumble distracted them and a sudden gush of rain came down on them. “Fuck!” Vaas growled as both of them got drenched in the rainwater. “Oh shit. I think this is going to be a storm” Sera exclaimed “No shit sherlock… quick to the boat!” Vaas ordered her. Both rushed down the mountain through the rain while more and more thunder rumbled and wind was picking up, it got colder and harder to see.
On the shore Vaas was leading her to a small motorboat, both jumped in when the wind picked up even more and lightning crashed down on one of the nearby trees. The waves already got
really high when they hurried over the small piece of ocean. Vaas and Sera were not the only ones seeking refuge from the storm, some pirates followed them to the other side. A few were waiting for them, helping them land and getting everyone safely inside the walls of the outpost. Sera and Vaas made sure none of the pirates were hurt, while Carlos was checking if the buildings could withstand the storm and everyone hurried somewhere to hide. Vaas dragged Sera to his own little room. He was angry and kicked a TV. “Vaas… Vaas!” Sera tried but the male was walking around restlessly before she stopped him and slapped him across the face. Surprised and shocked he looked at her. “Vaas, go take a shower and calm down... I stay here alright?” She looked at the male and pushed him into his own bathroom, closing the door behind him. Sera sighed and looked around. To her surprise she noticed that he had cleaned up and she inspected the weirdly clean bed.
“This bastard… he DID plan everything.” She said while taking off her shoes and wet soaked socks, a look into the small black TV monitor told her that she looked like shit. She was just trying to get a hold of her mess called hair, when the door to the bathroom opened. With warm steam the Latino slowly walked out wearing only a towel around his hips. God, he looked stunning. “I have a bathrobe for you inside and I’ll tell Carlos that he should look for some clothes for you in the meantime. You can wear something from me – “Vaas words seemed distant, almost cold. “Thank you… I think you would like to see me in your clothes.” The Pirate didn’t reply but turned his body away from the woman. Sera sighed and turned to the bathroom.
After she closed the door, Sera slowly took off her completely wet close and looked at herself in the mirror. For a moment she sighed deeply and also took of the bandages, even though she needed a little while to do so. Once she was done, she sighed and stepped under the hot shower, enjoying it while she washed herself and finally was able to tame her hair. Sera took in a deep breath when the cold from the rain and the sweat and dirt was washed off of her body. When she finally was done, she saw the bathrobe and smiled a little. After drying her hair, she put it on and went out to the room. Vaas was laying on the bad, some old black and white movie was playing while he sat on the foot end of the bed, smoking a cigarette.
She could see how tense he was and how his muscles were twitching. Sera sighed and slowly
crawled on the bed behind him. He was thinking about the person stalking the two of them when
they were making out. Sera knew that. Carefully she sat behind him and started to massage his
shoulders and neck. She saw him visibly relax and lean back into the touch, when Sera gave him a
kiss on his cheek. “Shhh… calm down” she mumbled into his ear. He took out the cigarette and
leaned back into Sera’s embrace, closing his eyes for a moment. She noticed that he actually took on
some underwear probably not to make her uncomfortable. Sera got a soft hum as appreciation from
him when he finally turned around, looking at her. The bathrobe had opened itself a little and he could see the soft skin under it. “You’re mine…” he grumbled, suddenly pushing Sera down on the bed, kissing her harshly and dominant.
The kiss got more and more intense, and Sera had no way of really kissing or fighting back, she
melted under Vaas’ touch and his lips. She didn’t want to fight to back, allowing Vaas to move
between her legs and to let his hands wander under the robe on her skin, setting her body on fire
with his touch. Although his kiss was dominant and harsh, his touch was almost hesitant as if he was
making sure she allowed the following steps. “You’re mine” he grumbled again in her ear when he
took the rope of the bathrobe. Vaas was touching her, sending small electric shocks through her nerves. She didn’t even realize when he tied her hands behind her back together. Another growl went through Vaas when he moved his kisses to her neck, down to her collarbone where he bit into her skin, making Sera gasp and her heart jumped a little when he even moved further down with his lips and touches.
This, this was on a whole different level than Ben could have ever been. How he massaged her breasts sucked and bit into her nipples, how he made her moan and whine, firing up her nerves, her body, until he moved further down. It was now that Sera realized that she couldn’t move her hands, when she tried to hide the big ugly scar on her body. Shame rolled over her and she tried to hide her face while also trying to open the fucking rope. It wasn’t even a hard knot, but Vaas had no
intention of helping her. “Shhh… it’s just a scar. You have seen mine…” he reassured her kissing
over the scar and biting in her side. “Woman, you are so beautiful” Vaas praised her softly making Sera feel this weird warmth in her body again when he spoke to her.
Carefully he spread her legs, taking one on his shoulder while he kissed over the inside of her thigh.
Sera had never been shy in front of a man, not even with the big scar on her stomach but now, the
thought of Vaas being this close to her intimate area made her body shiver in anticipation and feel, vulnerable. It felt good, it felt so good being the one taken care of; it felt so good being the one who
just enjoyed herself. Sera didn’t know that giving off control would feel so incredibly beautiful, especially when she felt Vaas’ mouth on her intimate area. The mixture of his warm breath, the slight scratching of his beard on her sensitive place and Vaas’ magical work of his mouth and tongue let Sera see stars. Moaning she arched her back as the Latino carefully sucked at her clitoris. One of his big warm hands was resting on her stomach, calming her whenever her body started to shake from lust, while he was teasing her or stabilizing her with the other one.
Sera’s vision darkened, she didn’t know where her body started and her lust ended, and it was building up drastically, she moaned loud as an orgasm was about to roll over her. Her muscles tensed and she
arched her back taking the orgasm, ready, when suddenly Vaas stopped. Confused about the orgasm that didn’t came Sera gasped for air, turning her head to look at Vaas who was watching her, watching her reactions, her body, very attentively. That fucking bastard! Just when her orgasm had subsided Vaas started again, with soft kisses on her thigh and over her sensitive part, carefully using his teeth to tease her more, making her body shake and shiver in lust and need.
Sera tried to hold back her moans, but her body was betraying her when she moved her hips against
Vaas’ lips. Especially when she felt him enter her with a finger. “Fuck Vaas!” she gasped aloud when she felt him inside her with his second finger. The orgasm building up now felt even more intense… Well, if she would come, because that fucking bastard stopped again, just before she was able to feel
complete bliss. Frustrated Sera whined in protest when the Pirate stopped again “Vaas…. Please
don’t tease me!”
“Oh, my Vida…. Of course, not. I would NEVER do that!” he purred with a broad grin when he
disappeared again between her legs to continue this sweet, sweet torture. Vaas made her hot and
stopped just before the needed release again and again, until Sera asked or rather pleaded him
to make her cum. Vaas smirked kissing upwards to her chin and looking into her eyes “Mhhh Sera me
Vida… I like your reaction when I do this…” he smirked and bit into her neck. Frustrated and angry
Sera tried to get her restrains off while Vaas had fun to tease her even more by sensually letting his
fingertips wander over her soft skin, setting her nerves on fire. “I will rip your fucking head of – “before she could finish the sentence Vaas kissed her hungrily letting his hand wander down between her legs again, making her moan into the kiss. As payback, Sera bit back into his bottom lip until she
tasted his blood in her mouth, making her moan even more and Vaas grumbled into the kiss. Sera
smirked and they had a small fight over control when both froze. Vaas looked at her “Sera…. No….
NO!” The woman snickered “Sera yes!” she purred with her hands finally free she pushed the Pirate
Lord into the mattress climbing on top of his lap “You wanted me on your lap Vaas now you have
me!”
Carefully she let a hand wander over Vaas hard member in his boxer shorts making the male moan
and grab on to her thighs. “How can you hide this delicious gift from me?” she asked purring, pulling
down his boxers. “I didn’t want to, I just wanted to take real good care of you” he moaned as he
felt her slowly sitting down and at the same time inserting him in her. Both moaned deeply as an
electric shock went through their bodies. “I will fuck you Vaas, I will fuck your brain out!” Sera
moaned as she slowly started to move her hips on top of him.
Now it was Vaas arching his back and moaning in lust when he sat up wrapping his arms around the
body of the woman. “You can do whatever you want with me!” he moaned kissing over her chest
biting into her nipples, before he was forced to look up into Sera’s eyes. Sera had stopped moving
and took his chin softly into her hands. “No other woman you hear me?” she looked at him. “I am the
only one and I promise you everything from me, but Vaas Montenegro I swear if you cheat on me…
if you betray me…” she moaned loudly continuing to move her hips. He felt so good, he had the right
size and was so thick and pulsing Sera couldn’t stop her hips moving, Vaas’ teasing had made her go
insane and now all she wanted to feel was sweet release. The woman was very well aware that she
was using the male for her own pleasure right now, but it was Vaas own fault, for teasing her so
much. Sera could hear Vaas’ moan when she let her nails drag over his back, Vaas was feeling the
ecstatic and the pleasure too, moving his hips and supporting Sera as good as he could, while it felt
as if he was melting inside the woman. Vaas was biting into her neck again leaving marks on the
delicate skin while Sera continued to ride him and moving on top of his dick, she could feel it, she
could feel her orgasm roll over her and finally, finally she was able to come pressing her body onto
Vaas who was holding her, supporting her while she came loudly moaning his name. Vaas himself was moaning loud as well, feeling the pulsing around his cock, feeling her clench down on him. Carefully Vaas rubbed her back with a grin on his face. “God, I could get addicted to seeing you cum” Vaas mumbled into her ear. “But you do know… that it’s now my turn.” Heavily
breathing and still sensitive and shaken up from her orgasm she looked at the Latino who grinned at
her. “I would love to see you come again.” He turned both around and smirked. “Wait Vaas… If… if you move now-!” Sera couldn’t hold back a loud moan when Vaas started to move inside her again. This time Vaas was taking the lead, he intwined their hands with each other, making Sera blush but not for long since he was still ravaging inside her. Fucking her senseless, both were moaning each other’s name, both were drenched in sweat and enjoying the other, making the other moan. Vaas groaned loudly when he felt Sera wrapping her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper into her. “Oh, fuck Sera!” he moaned loudly her name while he continued to fuck her relentlessly. The sensations washed over both of them, making Sera arch her back in pleasure and almost scream the name of the Latino while Vaas bit down on her shoulder to smother his moans and to mark her even more as his.
Both came hard into each other and enjoyed the dozen waves of pleasure while they laid in each
others embrace, panting and gasping for air. Carefully Vaas licked over the bite marks and kissed the
wounds he left on her, while Sera tried to catch her breathing and relax her muscles. Vaas then carefully moved off of Sera to give her more space to breath. Slowly he pulled her close and smiled at Sera. “Fuck… this was the best Sex I ever had” Vaas mumbled kissing her on her forehead while Sera sighed softly. “I second that” she mumbled and curled closer pulling the blankets over them while the sounds of the storm finally came through to them. “Holy shit… are your men safe out there?” Sera asked concerned, sitting up while Vaas wrapped an arm around her pulling her back and onto his chest. “This is nothing for them, now sleep” Vaas ordered, kissing her on the head.
“Tomorrow is going to be better weather” he mumbled and made sure that the woman was staying in bed with him. “Now sleep, you need more than just a few hours…” Sera sighed a little and curled
Closer. “Yeah, maybe four” she mumbled yawning.
It had been a long time since she felt this safe and comfortable in the arms of a man. Well, if she was
thinking it through, she actually had never been. “I’ll wake you up I promise” Vaas lied smiling and
watched how his beloved woman fell asleep deeply in his arms.
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