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#but it's probably still devastating to look at him and wonder whether it will still be him the next time they meet

an-au-blog · 25 days

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I love zosan and think the art made me love it even more, but if I'm being honest with myself and how I feel about the canon, I'd say there should be zolu and sanuso before zosan. Let me explain:

The only logical explanation for Zoro - a pirate hunter, who had killed pirates for very petty reasons... to join a random guy with no crew, no boat and a pipedream, is that he saw something in him. The sheer amount of loyalty this man holds for his captain is more than akin to blind devotion than anything. And the trust Luffy holds in his first mate is absolutely astounding.

Outside of the ladies, Sanji only ever defends/vouches for Usopp. Even though Usopp is a man, Sanji doesn't treat him with the annoyance he sometimes has for Luffy and Zoro. During the water 7 arc, he keeps defending Usopp even though the Mary fiascos. He's super protective towards him.

In conclusion, here's how I think it'd go:

Sanji had been unintentionally courting Usopp and only realized it when water 7 happened. At some point while they're still in recovery or maybe while they were still traveling to enmys lobby, he tries to tell him what he's realized. Because if he really leaves the crew, this would be his only chance and he needed to live without regrets, as there was no guarantee what could happen.

Sanji: Usopp, I know it's not the time or place, but-

Usopp: Haha, this isn't Usopp, I'm Sniper King, remember?!

Sanji (defeated, knowing nothing will come of this): Yeah, well, when you see Usopp, can you tell him that I'm sorry I couldn't tell him on time, but I love him and I regret only realizing it now...

Usopp: ...

Usopp: Oh... well... I'll be sure to tell him.

Sanji might have taken that as a nice way to reject him, so he decided to take it with dignity and leave but was stopped when he heard

Usopp: And thank you... I mean, he'd probably thank you. For telling him.

Would it be too pathetic of Sanji to hold onto hope?

After everything was said and done, Usopp joined again. Sanji had forgotten, with all the things that happened, about his confession. So he was a bit surprised when he approached him about it.

S: Soooo... Sniper King told me what you wanted to tell me...

U, sweating bullets: Whaaat? I didn't mean- I mean I never told him to tell you anything, idk what you're talking about. That sniper king guy probably lied!

S: I don't think he's the type to lie. He's a man of honor, you know.

U, not believe that he's getting jealous of himself: you're so easy to defend him, you like him or something?

S, with embarrassment but loving adoration: Yeah.

U, heart broken: Oh. Well, I wish you two a happy life then.

(If he's wondering whether or not to "rejoin as SK", but living a double life would be hard and -)

S: Wait, where are you going. I just told you I loved you and you're walking away? Did something happen, I thought...

U: You said you like Sniper King, not me. (*insert rant about how SK is so much better than Usopp and all that self degrading bs*)

S: Okay, okay, no. I know you're the same person. But if you insist: I love you too. Not only in a friend way, not because of your persona, but because of you. Usopp.

And awww, would you look at that, they started dating. Time passes and Usopp stops feeling as insecure as he had before. Sanji keeps flirting with women but never means it and they all know it because they always ends up back in each other's arms. But then something devastating happens. Sanji can't stop thinking about how the mosshead never wears a shirt. It's infuriating and Usopp kind of understands, at one point he goes "Have you tried touching his chest? Maybe you'll get it out of your system."

To which Sanji is 1. Speechless, petrified, flabbergasted; 2. Shook and horrified at the suggestion; 3. Kind of obsessed with the idea now that he thinks about it; 4. defensive because "my love, you are all I need how could youuuu think thaaat".

In that order.

Usopp, laughing nervously: It's not like I haven't done it.

Sanji: What?

Usopp: What.

So it turned out, that one night of drinking made Zoro almost kiss Usopp, which he backed away because he was afraid, but then Zoro called it "physical traids" which made him.confused and a bit worried that he didn't know what that was, so he said he'd think about it. Zoro looked at him in a way that conveyed "what is there to think about", but never voiced it. With a shrug, he said okay and never tried anything after that.

So Sanji and Usopp decided that they needed to talk about it with the swordsman himself. To work out the logistics if anything... What he said, however, none of them expected.

Zoro: I don't know why you make it into a big fuss. Physical traids, yeah, it's like: I find you attractive, you find me attractive, we care for each other so we make out or if we're feeling it - more. How can Luffy het it, but you can't.

Jaws on the floor.

They call Luffy in on the conversation and it gets worse.

Luffy: Yeah, it's like when I'm bored, or feel like it, we do stuff. But I don't really wanna kiss anyone else and I told him you guys are okay to kiss cause I trust you!

Explaining to them that, yes - that's kind of what dating is, and yes - they've been technically exclusively dating until now, went about as well as one might have hoped. At one point, Sanji definitely got frustrated from his own overthinking about why Marimo had hit on his boyfriend but never him. To which Zoro responded that he had tried a couple of times but Sanji just kicked or ignored him, so he gave up, thinking he wasn't interested.

And at some point Luffy definitely drops something like "I'd like to try with you guys too, it could be fun." with a beaming smile and both Usopp and Sanji wouldn't be able to stop thinking about ot for a week straight, low-key obsessing over it until they decide, okay, yes. And then they would tell him and he would just go "Oh, right, forgot about that, sure, let's do it!"

(idk this was funnier in my head)

#idk what this love triangle is called #sanuso #zolu #zosan #op #zolusanuso #zolusan #usolu #sanlu #idk how to tag I'm gonna cry

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raincitygirl76 · 8 months

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I wonder how much of the Sargust fallout in 2.06 was due to August being an only child…

He clearly did not anticipate Sara reacting as badly as she did to finding out that her boyfriend had used her tipoff to blackmail her little brother. He probably figured she wouldn’t be happy. But her level of betrayal seemed to catch August off guard. But then, August doesn’t know what it’s like to be truly pissed off at your sibling, but they’re still your sibling.

I had a fight with my sister on the weekend, and we just made up via text. We’re both gone 40 and she’s married with 2 kids (who have their own sibling rivalry issues). But she’s still my little sister, and fighting with her is still not fun.

Sara in 1.06 was not happy with Simon, and I suspect that made it easier for her to cut that deal with August. Judging by 1.06, August could have assumed that Sara doesn’t like Simon very much, and won’t particularly care what August does to him. But again, August has no siblings.

Sara cut a deal with August in 1.06 when she felt betrayed by her brother and panic-stricken at the thought of her mother forcing her to return to the old school where she had been viciously bullied. But eventually Sara’s anger at her little brother cooled. And he remained her little brother.

A few months pass. Simon and Sara aren’t as close as they used to be, with Sara boarding at Hillerska this term. And Sara is preoccupied with both her secret romance and the pending sale of Rousseau. But Simon still tells her when he finds out it was August who leaked the video. And Sara tells August what Simon told her, expecting him to do the right thing. Is she naive for thinking that? Yes. But she’s also only 18 and in love.

Then August uses her information, not to confess his crime to the police “spontaneously” before Simon can turn him in. But instead to blackmail Simon with something or other (Sara doesn’t know the specifics) so Simon can’t turn him in. Sara must be doubting at this point whether she ever meant anything to August, or if he was just using her to keep her quiet about what she knew.

As it happens she’s wrong about that, but it’s not unreasonable for her to doubt August’s motives for pursuing her, given what she’s just found out about how he used the information she gave him. Note on the shooting range she says “Because I was in love with him.” Past tense. Not “Because I’m in love with him,” present tense.

Furthermore, when she tells the truth, partly because she fears Wilhelm will blow August’s head off, Simon is devastated. He trusted Sara, and she betrayed that trust. She betrayed it more than once, has had this information since December and got involved with August anyway. I don’t think it really hits Sara until this point just how badly she’s fucked up, or just how devastated Simon is.

He’s her little brother, he’s in pain, she wants to hurt the person who hurt him. But the person who hurt him is her. She did this to him. Sara is not a forgiving person, look at how she decisively cut Micke out of her life. She must be fearing that she’s ruined her relationship with her only sibling for the rest of her life, that he will never forgive her.

I personally think Simon will forgive Sara eventually. But Sara knows what it’s like to be betrayed by an immediate family member, and knows she will never forgive Micke. It’s not difficult to imagine Sara extrapolating from her own experience, and believing Simon will permanently cut her out of his life the way she has permanently cut their father out of her life.

So she’s hurt her only sibling very badly, and for what? For a guy who turned out to be a duplicitous asshole and used her tipoff to hurt her brother. Again.

And August thinks she’ll simmer down. Yeah, she walked away from him on the shooting range, but he approaches her the following morning confidently. He has an ace in the hole to get his girlfriend to stop flipping out: he’s bought Rousseau for her. August (again, an only child) assumes the gift of Rousseau will be sufficient recompense for deep-sixing Sara’s relationship with her brother.

It isn’t sufficient recompense, and August is taken aback when Sara refuses the magnificent gift. But August doesn’t understand the push-pull of sibling dynamics. That Sara is experiencing family loyalty at a very inconvenient time (from August’s point of view).

August’s father is dead, he’s clearly not close to his mother, and he hates his stepfather’s guts. And he has no siblings, nobody else who understands what it was like to grow up at Arnas with Carl Johan and Louise Horn as their parents.

He was pretty close to his second cousin Erik before Erik wrapped his Ferrrari around a tree. But it seems like that friendship didn’t really get close until a traumatized, recently bereaved 16 year old August showed up at Hillerska as a first year and Erik (then a third year) took August under his wing.

August and Erik knew each other all their lives, but they were only close for about 2 years. And given they first got close at 16 (August) and 18 (Erik), that’s not actually analogous to a sibling relationship. Erik was already old enough to drink and vote, and August only a few years off. That’s not spending your childhood together.

And we’ve seen how superficial August’s friendships with his two best friends at Hillerska are. In S1, August and Vincent trash talk Nils behind his back for being nouveau riche. In S2, given an opportunity, Vincent sells August out, and Nils helps Vincent do so. August does not have any siblings, nor any sibling-like relationships where mutual loyalty is crucial.

So August sees Sara sell Simon out in 1.06 and takes that at face value. He doesn’t realize that Sara is angry with Simon at that point, but will get over it. Because August doesn’t understand the messiness of sibling relationships. Or their importance.

I know adults who have cut siblings out of their lives because that sibling had hurt them so grievously they said enough. But I don’t know anyone who has cut a sibling out of their life without giving it serious thought beforehand. Even if they’re better off without that sibling in their life, it’s still a huge decision. Sometimes it’s a bigger decision than cutting a parent out of their life.

Matters are complicated somewhat by divorce, remarriage, half-siblings, step-siblings, etc. obviously. But generally speaking, if you spent a significant chunk of your childhood living in the same house as someone, the decision to cut them out of your life is a very serious one.

My best friend has two older half siblings she is not close to and has never been close to. But one is 20 years her senior and the other 18 years her senior. She is the only child of her father’s second marriage, and she acts like an only child. The combination of her father’s divorce from his first wife and the massive age gap means she has very few shared experiences with her half-siblings. Now, part of that is on her dad. But part of it is simply that both her half siblings are old enough they could be her parents themselves.

So yeah, August was raised as an only child. Even if it turns out Carl Johan fathered another child out of wedlock at some point, that hypothetical half-sibling didn’t grow up with Carl Johan. There might be curiosity, it might even lead to a bond eventually, but there won’t be the shared childhood experiences.

Whereas Sara and Simon are full siblings close in age. Furthermore, they grew up together, in a traumatic family situation with a father who was an addict (and possibly abusive to boot) and a mother who meant well but was struggling to cope. Even if Simon and Sara never reconnect, they will still always have those shared experiences of growing up as Micke and Linda Eriksson’s children.

So I really don’t think August saw Sara’s total disillusionment with him in 2.06 coming. Because August isn’t anyone’s brother and doesn’t really get it.

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heartateasee · 3 months

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“Keep Driving”

Word count: 16.8k

*TW: Drug usage (weed & cocaine), unprotected sex, sex in public*

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Tucked away in Harry's yellow Ferrari Dino 246 GTS, he looks over at his stunning fiancée, Libbie, riding shotgun. His hand is curled firmly around the inside of her bare thigh as she looks out the window - shorts just high enough for him to be able to feel his skin on hers. They had been to Malibu countless times but Harry could always see just how enthralled Libbie got with the whole area when they were here.

He had just proposed to her last night at the opening event for her new yoga studio. He was so fucking proud of her and knew he couldn't wait any longer before asking her to be his forever.

Libbie feels Harry's eyes on her and she looks over, giving him a soft smile. "What's on your mind, lover boy?"

Harry shakes his head and laughs before looking back at the road in front of them. "Nothing. Just thinking about how far we've come, you know?"

Harry was so nervous for this pool party his friend, Rory, was throwing. It had been a while since he had been out to a party. He used to frequent them often with his ex-girlfriend, Jade, but when he found her cheating on him with his best friend, Grady, five months ago - he shut himself off. Summer had just started and the sunshine had been helping him. He found himself more active outside - going for runs in the park like he used to do or even just finding time to tend to the garden at his mum's house.

Rory hadn't stopped inviting him to parties because he never wanted his friend to feel excluded. He knew that Harry was going through a tough time and more than likely wouldn't accept but the invitation always still stood. When Harry finally agreed to come to the beginning of summer party today he was a bit shocked but excited and happy. Hopefully this means Harry was slowly getting back to his old self.

The first question Harry asked was whether or not Grady was invited and Rory quickly reassured him that he wasn't - neither was Jade. They had all ended up separating themselves from them after what they had done to Harry.

Harry and Jade had started dating his sophomore year of college and they had just graduated this past fall. It was two months after that when he caught her fucking Grady in his own bed and they both came clean and told him they had been seeing each other behind his back for over a year. An almost three year relationship down the tubes. It devastated Harry and made him wonder what about him wasn't good enough.

Inhaling a deep breath, Harry makes his way around the side of Rory's house and towards the back gate that he was instructed just to walk through once he got here. He could hear music and splashing already as he approached along with talking and laughter. It didn't sound like there were too many people but it still made him so nervous. He hadn't been around more than a couple of friends at a time in so long.

He unlatches the gate and walks inside - making sure it closes properly behind him. Pushing his sunglasses up further on his nose, he catches sight of Rory and begins to make his way over. Rory quickly stands up and lifts his fist into the air.

"He is here!" He cheers before rushing over to his friend. Rory's hands come down onto the tops of Harry's shoulders and he gives him a small shake. "It's so good to see you, dude. We've missed you."

Rory doesn't hesitate to engulf Harry into a hug, giving him a few pats on the back as he does so. "Missed you guys too."

They separate and Rory slings his arm around Harry's shoulders as they walk the concrete next to the pool. "There's probably only a couple of people that you don't know here but I'll introduce you to them as they come around. Kayla and Anthony are inside, Gavin and Luke should be here soon and you already see who's out here."

Harry tries his best to will his nerves away as his eyes scan over the amount of people surrounding the pool. Some of them were lounging on the sunbathing chairs while others were already in the water splashing around.

"Look," Rory says softly and stops walking, turning to fully face Harry. "I know it's been a while. If this becomes too overwhelming you're more than welcome to hide up in my room until you're feeling better or if you have to leave that's fine too. Just know I'm here for you."

"I know, Rory. Thank you. I don't...I can't imagine what these past few months would've been like without you."

They exchange smiles before Harry hears the sliding glass door open and he looks over. Slightly tripping over the metal threshold of the door, a curvy frame with strawberry red hair comes strolling out of the house with a red solo cup in hand. His eyes trail over her curves in her yellow and white gingham swimsuit, the bottoms were high cut - causing her legs to look a bit longer than they actually are. She turns around to shut the door behind her and he quickly looks away when he notices she has on the cheekiest pair of bikini bottoms he's ever seen.

"Oh, Harry," he hears Rory say next to him and he looks back up to see the girl facing them once again. She walks towards them with a toothy smile, dropping her sunglasses with the yellow heart-shaped lenses that were perched on the top of her head onto the bridge of her nose. "This is Libbie. She's a friend of Kayla's and she's a klutz."

Libbie shoves Rory's shoulder before she looks up to Harry and holds her hand out. "Hi, Harry. It's nice to finally meet you. Kayla and Anthony have told me so much about you."

Harry takes her hand and gives it a shake. "Nice to meet you as well."

Under the cover of his sunglasses, he gets a better look at her up close and takes note of the little freckles that were dotted across different parts of her skin. He could see the curves of the inner sides of her breasts as the top gapped a bit and laced up, leaving it fairly open for extra skin to be seen.

"I'm sure we'll catch each other later at some point," she says sweetly before moving around them to head back towards the pool and takes everything in Harry not to turn around and watch her walk away.

"Wanna grab a drink, Harry?"

Rory knocks him back into reality and Harry clears his throat. "Yeah, that would be good."

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The party continued on and the sun was beginning to set. Everyone remained outside and the group of them had grown just the slightest bit but not enough to make Harry too uncomfortable. He kept his drinking to a minimum - only on his third drink of the day as he found he got a little overly emotional when drinking given his current state of mind. He would get embarrassed when it was just him drinking at home with how upset he could get over everything that happened with not just Jade - but also Grady. That was the last thing he needed today so he decided to play it safe.

He kept finding his eyes drawn to Libbie throughout the party and Libbie had found her own drawn to him.

She sat perched on top of a lounger, the back propped up to where she was just barely leaning backwards. One of her legs stayed straight and the foot to her other leg was snug against her knee. Kayla was sat next to her and had been talking her ear off but Libbie could hardly pay attention.

When Rory had introduced her to Harry earlier she had felt a flutter in her lower stomach. Harry was tan and tattooed with lean muscles that she could make out under the clothing he had on. She was thankful that her sunglasses covered most of her staring because once he removed his shirt she couldn't keep her eyes off him.

Libbie herself had found herself struggling with relationships. Her most recent breakup was a year ago and the guy was a right tool. She ended up being the one to initiate the separation as he hardly put in any effort as time went on and she felt like they were just going through the motions. Since then she had a few flings here and there but nothing serious.

Kayla had mentioned Harry to her a few times and shared stories that included him but never really went beyond that. Anything personal was kept under wraps and Libbie respected that. She would hope that her friends would do the same when it came to her.

Harry was currently standing on the other side of the pool, talking to Luke, and Libbie couldn't resist but to snap a picture of the beautiful man in front of her. She reaches over and grabs her Polaroid camera with the black and white film, lifting it up. Biting down on her bottom lip, she snaps the picture quickly and then holds the film between her fingers as it comes out - setting the camera back down.

Harry had seen her take the picture and it made insecurity rise in him just the slightest bit. Was she taking the picture because she thought he was funny looking? What was she going to do with it? He had noticed her taking pictures with people and of people all night, and he figured it must've been a big hobby of hers. He had also taken notice that they were all in black and white.

Libbie pushes herself off the lounger and makes her way to the sliding glass door so she could put the Polaroid in the binder she had brought with her. She moves through the living room and towards the guest room she had put her bag in earlier - cracking the door behind her as she walks in.

She hums the song playing outside softly to herself as she kneels down next to her bag. She opens the binder and slides Harry's picture into the protective sleeve.

"Why did you take my picture?"

Libbie jumps at the sound of a voice behind her and goes to turn around but her hand slips, causing her elbow to crash down on the carpet underneath her. Her sunglasses go slightly crooked on her face before she lifts her hand and pushes them onto the top of her head.

"Jesus, you scared me, Harry," she says with a soft chuckle before pushing herself up and off the ground.

It's silent in the room as their eyes scan over each other and she makes note that he's still shirtless - his black bathing suit hanging low on his hips to fully display his ferns. Harry's eyes are trained on Libbie's mouth as her tongue sneaks out to wet her bottom lip.

"I took a picture of you because you're pretty," Libbie says with complete confidence, no wavering in her voice. "I take pictures of pretty things."

Harry's face contorts with confusion and he shakes his head. "Y-you think I'm pretty?"

Libbie nods and gives him a small hum as she walks closer to him. "Very pretty."

Harry can feel the tips of his fingers tingling with nervousness as Libbie now stands right in front of him. He can smell the tropical scent of the sunscreen he had seen her reapplying throughout the day and he breathes it in. It had been so long since he had been in such proximity with a woman that wasn't a friend, his mum or his sister.

He felt so overwhelmed at the fact that he was in this situation with someone as beautiful as Libbie. He had watched her throughout the entire day - saw her dance with her friends while taking sips of her drink as well as dipping in and out of the pool to cool off when she got too hot.

It was clear she was confident in herself and in her body and that drew Harry into her even more. Never had he met a woman as confident as her right off the bat.

Libbie was here in front of Harry with no signs of anxiety or resistance. She stood tall with her shoulders back - her bikini covered body completely open to him.

"Have you never been called pretty before?" Libbie asks, raising her hand to pull out the band that had been holding Harry's hair back in a small bun.

Harry couldn't find the words as he felt her fingers in his hair, her nails massaging against his scalp once his hair fell down against his shoulders. He shakes his head with his green eyes staring down into her blue ones. Her lips pout and she tilts her head slightly to the side. "That's so hard for me to believe. You're gorgeous."

Libbie takes another step forward so her body is now pressed against his. She's dry, given she hasn't jumped in the pool in a while, but Harry still has a few drops of water streaking down his chest.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Harry?"

Clearing his throat, Harry shakes his head again and feels Libbie grab his sunglasses off the top of his head, placing them on the dresser next to them along with hers. "I uh..n-no, I don't."

Harry can tell that Libbie is questioning him by the look on her face. "If you have one you can tell me and I'm not going to be mad," she says with a soft laugh. "We can just go back out to the party and leave it. I'm probably coming on too strong anyway. I'm sorry. I do that sometimes."

Emotions swirled in Harry's chest and he closes his eyes, sucking in a deep breath through his nose. It had been a long time since he had to talk about his break up or even tell someone that he no longer had a girlfriend. He was sure that Libbie didn't know his past at all - his friends were good for not spilling personal stuff like that.

"I got out of a relationship not too long ago, that's all," Harry mumbles and Libbie takes a step back when she can see the sadness take over his face.

"Oh I'm so sorry," Libbie says, sympathy laced throughout her tone. She sits down on the bed and pats beside her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Harry hadn't really talked to anybody about feelings when it came to the whole situation - not even his mum. Talking about it felt like poison in his mouth and caused him to feel even more sick as the words would continue on.

His eyes look to Libbie who still has her hand placed on the spot beside her. The soft smile on her lips and the genuine look in her eyes is all he needs to let out a small sigh and sit next to her. He holds his hands in his lap, wringing his fingers together.

"We broke up in January. We had been together for almost three years," he starts, looking down at the carpet on the floor between his long legs. "I haven't really been out much since then."

Libbie reaches out and places her hand on the upper part of Harry's back and begins to rub in smooth circles. "I'm gathering that you didn't want the relationship to end?"

Harry's hands open to sit flat across his thighs, fingers curling around the ends of his bathing suit. "I saw a future with her. I took her anywhere she asked and bought her any gift she wanted. If we weren't at work it was just us - hanging out at home and watching movies. We liked to go out to these parties a lot too but I guess it wasn't enough. She cheated on me."

He feels the motion against his back stop and he looks over to see Libbie displaying an expression of disbelief. She lets out a small laugh and shakes her head.

"What is it?" Harry asks and part of him fears that she's going to agree with Jade's decision. That alone forces him to look back down at his lap.

"I just...wow," Libbie breathes, starting the caressing of her hand against Harry's skin once again. "Well she's obviously a garbage human. Cheating is awful always, don't get me wrong, but for her to cheat on someone that sounds as wonderful as you and for you to be as beautiful as you are - she's idiotic."

Harry couldn't believe the way Libbie was almost smothering him with compliments right away. Sure Jade had done it every now and then when they were together, but it was something about Libbie's tone when she spoke to him that made him actually believe her even though he had just met her.

Getting all of that off his chest, though it was only a portion of what he felt, made him focus more on her touch. Her palm was smooth against his skin and it brought a warmth over him that he wasn't sure he'd ever felt before. He lifts his head to look at her, but she was already looking at him.

"I'm feeling a lot better now," Harry says with a soft chuckle and Libbie gives him a small smirk.

"Yeah?"

Harry nods as Libbie moves her hand from his back to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. "Tell me what you want, Harry."

Fingers uncurling from his bathing suit, Harry turns to face Libbie a bit more and rests his hands on the tops of her knees once she turns as well. "Could we just uhm...maybe kiss a little? Maybe make out? I-I don't know. If you're comfortable with that, of course."

Libbie lets out a bubbly laugh before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. "I'm more than comfortable with that. Sit up against the headboard. I'm going to close the door."

Once Libbie stands, Harry moves to where he's fully on the bed and uses his hands to push himself up against the headboard just as she had asked. Libbie closes the door and flicks the lock before heading back over to the bed. She immediately straddles Harry's waist and sits back on his thighs.

"Been staring at you all day," she coos, lifting her hands to rub over Harry's bare chest. "Was hoping I'd get you alone at some point."

"Glad I followed you then," Harry responds, a crooked smile creeping its way onto his lips.

"Me too."

Libbie quickly leans down to close the space between them and allows her lips to find Harry's. She felt his chest expand underneath her hands and she began to rub her thumb soothingly against his skin there. She knew that he was tense - that much was clear.

Her mind wandered to whether or not she was the first girl to have him like this since that lowlife of a woman betrayed him. From how soft and shy he was acting and how gutted he still seemed while telling her what happened, she could only assume that she was.

Harry's heart was pounding in his chest and he knew that he had grown a bit stiff underneath Libbie the minute her lips connected with his. He didn't mean to, but it felt weird to have anyone showing him this type of affection if it wasn't Jade. It's not that he didn't like it - but it was just going to take some getting used to.

Their lips mold together and Libbie continues to use her hands to caress Harry's skin, hoping to calm him down as much as possible. She realizes he wasn't touching her in any way so she let her fingers trickle down his arms before taking his hands and placing them on her hips. The contact of her smooth bikini bottoms against his palms caused him to feel a bit more at ease with everything, and he found himself tilting his chin up further - deepening the kiss.

Libbie ran her tongue across his upper lip and then his bottom lip. She was indicating what she wanted but didn't want to push him. She would let him decide whether or not to let her in. Harry slowly parted his lips and before Libbie could allow her tongue to venture in first, he had already beat her to it. His tongue rolled against hers and in return she let out a soft whine.

Harry could feel himself growing hard in his bathing suit and his hands clutched to her hips, thumbs pressing against the bones there. The sweet noise she had made had sent his mind reeling, and he wasn't sure whether or not she could feel the bulge growing underneath her.

But Libbie did. She absolutely did and it had her clawing at his shoulders before maneuvering one of her hands up and into his hair. With a small tug on his long and wet locks, she slowly rolled her hips against his which caused a groan to rumble in Harry's throat. The kiss soon turned into one of hunger and Libbie's nails dug into the skin of Harry's shoulder and his scalp.

The feeling that was growing in Harry's chest was one he had never felt before and it excited him but also scared him. He was never one for casual hook-ups, he was always a relationship kind of guy due to the fact he would get so attached from doing something intimate with someone - no matter how small it may have been. He hoped to whoever was above that he wouldn't grow any type of attachment to Libbie considering he had no idea what this even was.

Libbie moves her hands down to Harry's once again and brings them up to rest on her perky breasts. She nips at Harry's bottom lip as she did so and he whimpers, hands beginning to knead the soft flesh she had allowed him to capture. This time he was the one to slightly buck his hips up into hers and she cries out, feeling him hit her clit that was beginning to throb for him.

Harry's fingertips wander to the tie in the middle of her swim top and he pulls it so that the fabric loosens just the slightest bit. He separates himself from Libbie's lips to look up into her eyes. "Is this okay?"

Biting down on her bottom lip but her smile still poking through, Libbie nods - letting her arms fall by her sides to have the material gap even more. Harry's eyes widen as her naked breasts came into view and he felt his dick pulse underneath her barely covered core. His eyes roll back into his head as her lips begin to sponge over the side of his neck, his hands reaching back up to cup her breasts, now bare, once more.

A banging on the door startles both of them and Harry's first instinct was to reach his arms around Libbie's torso and pull her into his chest - shielding her from anyone else's eyes. He knew she had locked the door but he did it without hesitation.

"Come on you two!" They heard Gavin yell. "We all know you're both in there and we're about to start doing roof dives."

They can tell he's walked away by his footsteps growing quieter and Libbie looks up at Harry before giggling, shoving her face into the side of his neck. He can't help but laugh along with her after a moment, fingertips stroking up and down her spine.

"They won't let up," Harry comments after a moment. "We should probably go out there."

Libbie nods and sits up, retying her bathing suit with ease before slipping off Harry's lap. She leans down to press another quick kiss against his lips. "Save a roof dive for me?"

Harry hums and reaches out to run his hand down her side. "Of course."

Libbie sends him a soft wink as she leaves the room and Harry knows he needs a couple minutes for his half hard dick to settle down. He runs his hands over his thighs as he closes his eyes, resting the back of his head against the headboard.

Part of him was happy the interruption happened. He wasn't sure if he was completely ready to have sex with someone else right now and he didn't want to do it and end up regretting it later. Once he had calmed down, Harry grabs both his and Libbie's sunglasses off the dresser, seeing as she had forgotten hers, and went back out towards the pool.

His cheeks flush when he walks out and sees everyone's eyes on him, including Libbie's. Giving them all a small smile it seems their attention was only on him for a second before everyone went back to what they had been doing. He walks over to Libbie and hands her the sunglasses which she thanks him for.

"So that roof dive?" He asks, his stomach turning with nerves.

Libbie tosses her sunglasses onto the lounger and places her hand in his, fingers intertwining. "Let's go."

They both use the ladder on the side of the house to maneuver themselves onto the roof and they look over at each other with large goofy smiles.

"Ready?" She asks and Harry nods. "1, 2, 3!"

On 3 they both begin to run, hands still intact, and jump off the roof into the pool - creating a large splash. They kick their way to the surface, both out of breath and panting, but they still have the smiles on their faces.

That night Libbie ended up drinking too much and Harry did the same since he started to feel more comfortable. Because of this, they found themselves cuddled in the bed that they had made out on earlier. They could hardly stop kissing and touching each other into the very early morning, but they both agreed to keep their clothes on. Libbie fell asleep first and Harry took the time to really look at her.

He found himself a fool for being so captivated by her, despite not even knowing her for twenty-four hours, but he couldn't help it. She was the most exciting woman he had ever met and he meant that. Jade was great, but now he realized just how structured and straight forward their relationship had been from the start. Libbie was a mystery and she seemed like a "go with the flow" type of girl. Harry couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to date someone like her.

When Harry awoke the next morning to an empty bed, his heart sunk. He knew that it shouldn't upset him too much, they didn't talk about what was going to happen after their night together, so it wasn't like she knew that he would be heartbroken to see she was gone. Harry stood to grab his belongings from the top of the dresser and froze when he saw a Polaroid sitting underneath his keys.

His heart swelled as he lifted up the picture to see it was one Libbie had taken of herself yesterday while sunbathing on the lounger. Flipping it over, he had to bite back his smile when he saw her phone number scribbled on the back.

Thinking back to when they first met, Harry can't believe just how much they had both changed since then. He was no longer the shy, reserved boy with long hair. They had been together for five years now and not a day went by where he didn't ask himself how he got so lucky.

Libbie was still her wild and confident self but she had definitely calmed down in the last year and a half. When she started making the plans for the yoga studio was when she really got serious about life in general and wanted to make sure that her and Harry had a secure future.

Libbie was everything Harry had ever dreamed of and he couldn't believe he let her ask him out four times before he finally agreed to a proper date when they started texting after that pool party.

Their first few months of dating were awkward and full of exploration. He struggled with conveying his feelings, feeling less than and wondering just how long she would be around before she too got sick of him - just like Jade. But when they exchanged 'I love you' for the first time he knew things were more different than they had ever been before.

It was a Saturday morning and Harry found himself standing over the stove in the kitchen of his loft. He had a couple of sunny side up eggs in a smaller pan, pancakes cooking in a larger pan and the hash browns were already done and in the microwave to keep them warm. An assortment of fresh fruit was cut up and in a nearby bowl on the counter and he had just finished the coffee in the moka pot.

Saturday morning breakfast had become a tradition for him and Libbie about two months into dating, and they had been together for five months now. She would come over on Friday night for dinner and a movie and she'd stay over. He always let her sleep in on Saturdays since she worked early at the yoga studio during the week, and Harry knew just how much she truly enjoyed her sleep.

Most of the time Harry would just head down the street to pick up some pastries from their favorite bakery, but this morning was a little different. Last night Libbie had told him that she got offered to be part owner of the yoga studio and she had taken the position. If he had known he would've ordered more than just take out for dinner - so he decided to make it up to her with breakfast.

Thankfully, he was an early riser most of the time so he got up way before Libbie and rushed out to collect everything he knew he wanted to make for her. He knew that pancakes were some of her favorite things to eat and that she also loved when he would make her coffee in his moka pot as she had never had it that way before him.

He pulls the eggs off the stove and sets the pan down on the granite countertop while finishing up the pancakes. He loved surprising her with breakfast in bed. Something about watching her try to groan and push him away - not wanting him to wake her up just until she smelled the delicious food he had and she'd surrender. The sight of her puffy blue eyes would cause his heart to flutter and she spent about a good five minutes lazily stretching before she'd actually take the lap tray from him and start eating.

Harry grabs two plates from the cabinet and places an egg on each of them. He grabs the hash browns from the microwave, happy to see they were still warm, and plates those as well. Setting the plates off to the side, he flips the last pancake he was working on and grabs the syrup from the pantry, popping it in the microwave to heat it up.

"What's all this?"

Turning around, he sees Libbie standing in the kitchen, rubbing her palm into one of her eyes as she yawns. He has to stop himself from falling out on the floor from just how beautiful she looked standing here in his kitchen. She was dressed in one of her cropped white tank tops with a pair of his gray boxer briefs on the bottom. He was used to her stealing his underwear when she came over - claiming they were more comfortable to sleep in. He never complained. He'd give her the whole lot of them if she asked.

"What are you doing up?" Harry asks, nibbling on his bottom lip. He wanted to surprise her in bed with this so badly and now he feels he ruined it.

"I woke up and was cold. Rolled over to cuddle but you were gone," Libbie says, walking forward to wrap her arms around Harry's middle, cheek resting against his chest.

Harry sighs softly and wraps his arms around her, hand smoothing up and down her back. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast. Made all of this for your promotion."

Libbie's head jerked up instantly and he could see her eyes twinkling. "You did all this because of that?"

No one had ever done something like this for Libbie before. Her parents weren't the best, never really celebrating her successes, and her ex would just congratulate her and go about his day. Nothing special ever came from what she considered to be some of the biggest achievements in her life.

"Of course," Harry responds and lifts his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Wanted to celebrate you today."

Libbie's heart skips a beat as she stares into Harry's moss colored eyes and she shakes her head. "God, you're so fucking sweet."

She nuzzles her head into his chest again and Harry presses a kiss into her hair. "Go have a seat. The moka pot is already on the table with a mug for you. It'll still be warm."

They separate and Harry focuses back on the last pancake, scooping it out the pan and instantly putting it on one of the plates. They got two pancakes each to go along with their egg and hash browns. Harry carries the plates over to the table to see Libbie already curled up in the seat with her knees to her chest, wrists resting on top of them with her mug of hot coffee in her hands.

"You really didn't have to do all of this," Libbie says with a small laugh, setting her mug down to sit up straight.

"Yes I did and I enjoyed doing it."

Harry sets her plate down and plants a kiss to her temple before setting his down as well. "I'll be right back with the syrup and fruit."

Heading back into the kitchen, he grabs the syrup out of the microwave and the fruit off the counter. He looks around and feels like he was forgetting something before he remembered Libbie enjoyed whipped cream on her pancakes as well. Opening the fridge, his eyes scan the shelves and he smiles once he sees it. He tucks the canister under his arm and walks back to the table - setting everything down.

Libbie shakes her head as she watches Harry situate himself at the table, feeling so overwhelmed by what Harry saw as such a simple gesture.

"Harry," she whispers, swallowing the lump in her throat. She was always overly emotional after just waking up but this had her emotions going through the roof.

"Lib," Harry spoke softly, reaching across the table for her hand to give it a squeeze. "Don't think about it too much, okay? Just enjoy it."

Taking in a deep breath, Libbie nods and grabs the syrup beginning to pour it over her pancakes before cutting them up. She then grabs the whipped cream, putting it on top and then reaches for the fruit. She strategically sprinkles it over her pancakes and can't help but smile at the anticipation of how good all of this was going to be.

Harry had cooked for her several times since they've been together, and she's loved every single thing he's put in front of her. She knew this would be no different.

Eyes watching the stunning redhead in front of him, Harry found himself in a trance as Libbie prepared her food. He could tell by her expression that what he had done meant a lot to her but he was more than happy to do this. She had done so much for him in the last five months and he felt he could never repay her. Doing something as simple as making her breakfast to celebrate a huge achievement felt minuscule in comparison to how much she had changed his life.

They were practically silent as they ate. Libbie gave Harry the occasional compliment when she would move onto something new and there was the sporadic giggle every time they'd make eye contact with one another.

Sometimes Harry felt he wasn't enough for Libbie. She was this beautiful, confident and sure female where he was still a little ruined from everything that happened with Jade. His insecurities ate him up every day and he would often find himself wondering why Libbie stayed with someone like him.

"Something on your mind?" Libbie asks, briefly drawing him out of his thoughts.

He stares at her from across the table and runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. "It's nothing. It can wait until tomorrow. I don't want to ruin today. Today is about you."

Tilting her head to the side, Libbie's eyebrows narrow and she extends the hand that wasn't holding her fork across the table to capture his wrist. "Hey, don't do that. Talk to me, baby."

Libbie was used to having to coax Harry's thoughts out of that beautiful head of his. She knew the fact that he shut himself off for so long after Jade had taken a toll on his mental health, but she didn't mind being here for him as he found himself again. It took him a while to really open up to her about the whole situation. She didn't know Jade had cheated on him with Harry's best friend until a month or so ago. He was still healing and she'd be here for him.

Harry's throat bobs as he swallows harshly. "I just...fuck, I really don't want want to do this today. Please."

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Libbie stands up and walks over to him. She taps Harry's knee and he catches on, scooting his chair back. Libbie straddles his waist and wraps her arms around his neck, fingertips running up and down the skin on the back of it as his hair is tied up into a bun. His hair had gotten longer in the time they had been together and his hair fit into a perfect one now.

"Harry," Libbie croons and he shakes his head, burying his face into the side of her neck. His arms wrap around her waist as he tries to hold her as close as possible. "We've talked about this. You can't shove stuff down."

She was thankful they were practically done with breakfast so that he couldn't use that as an excuse now. His fingertips sunk further into her skin every few seconds and she knew he was trying to get his thoughts together.

Harry knew that over their time together Libbie had brought him out of his shell - even more so than when he was with Jade. Whether it be socially or sexually, she had introduced him to new experiences. That weighed on him a lot but he didn't let her know that it made him feel less than. He hadn't spoken about these feelings at all with her because he was so embarrassed by his lack of self worth.

"Sometimes I just feel like...maybe I'm too vanilla for you," Harry mumbles against her skin, arms tensing around her now that he had gotten that out.

Libbie's soothing movements stopped and her lips part. She never knew Harry felt that way. Sure, she knew that she had taught him a lot of things, especially in the bedroom, since they had started dating, but she didn't know he felt like this.

"What?" She asks softly, not wanting to belittle him or make him feel stupid by any means.

"I just know that I-I'm pretty tame compared to you."

It was as if Libbie could feel her heart crack inside her chest. She would admit that when they first started having sex, which wasn't until a few weeks into their relationship, it was very by the book. Your typical missionary position with a little bit of foreplay beforehand. She didn't mind because never once has Harry not been able to give her an orgasm. He got her there every single time.

Over the course of the last month or so they had been experimenting with toys and different positions, finding out what they liked and what worked with each other. But even considering all of those things, Libbie would've never classified Harry as anything less than spectacular in bed.

"Is that really how you think of yourself?"

Harry nods, still refusing to bring his face up. Leaning back slightly against the table, Libbie takes Harry's face into her hands and forces him to look at her. He closes his eyes but she clicks her tongue against the back of her teeth and shakes his face a bit. "Don't you dare. Show me those beautiful eyes of yours right now."

Exhaling deeply, Harry flutters his eyes open to look into Libbie's ocean colored ones and he could feel the pink tinting his cheeks. He was so ashamed that this was how his mind worked.

"There he is. My pretty boy."

Harry's body felt electric all over and this happened every time she would talk to him like this. He wished his mind would connect with the way his body felt because if that were the case, he'd believe everything she said. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, his mind just wouldn't let him.

"Libbie," Harry croaks as he feels her fingertips brushing across his cheekbone.

"Harry, I want you to listen to me and know that I mean every word of what I'm about to tell you, okay?"

Harry purses his lips to the side a bit before nodding, still feeling so vulnerable and exposed.

"You are everything that I want. Were you tame in the beginning? Sure you were - but I liked it. Sexually, you have always been exceptional. Sex doesn't have to be crazy in order for it to be mind blowing. It's also about your connection to the person you're being intimate with and that in itself can make all the difference," Libbie explains, hands running all over Harry's body as she knew touch was something that grounded him at times like these.

"But god, Harry, every moment with you has been more than I've ever dreamed. You are the most amazing person I've ever met. Your heart is so big and you're so selfless. And if intimacy and sex is what really has you worried, I can promise right now that I've never faked a single orgasm with you. You're...you're everything, Harry."

Libbie could feel the tears stinging in her eyes as she spoke to the gorgeous but sensitive man in front of her and she could see the tears gathering in his waterline as well.

For the first time in his life, when Harry looked at Libbie, he knew this was it for him. She was it for him. Did he still have damage from Jade? Of course, but it didn't deal with missing her anymore, it was more so dealing with the wounds she left behind - tending to them.

"Lib, you..."

Harry could feel his hands begin to tremble as he presses them to Libbie's lower back underneath her tank top - needing to feel her bare skin on his.

"I love you, Libbie," he whispers, maintaining eye contact no matter how scared he was about what he had just admitted. He had never told her before but he had felt it for so long.

Neither of them had said it yet.

There was a burning that ignited throughout Libbie when Harry spoke those three words to her - a good kind of burning that had her wanting to play with fire. She blinks, sending her tears of happiness down her cheeks.

"I love you too, Harry. So much."

Hands cupping his face, Libbie leans down and connects her lips with Harry's and he felt as if he could cry out with relief at the fact she felt the same way. His hands move from her back to grip at her thighs and she hums against his lips.

Harry carefully slid his hands under Libbie's ass to lift her and he walks into the living room, sitting down on the couch and having her still straddle him. Their hands roamed each other freely as Libbie tilts her head to deepen their kiss just slightly.

"Hold on," she giggles against his mouth after a moment. She presses three more kisses to his lips before crawling off his lap.

Libbie grabs her camera off the end table and pushes herself up on the couch on her knees. Her camera was something she always brought around when she was with Harry - wanting to capture as many memories as possible.

"What are you doing, hm?" Harry asks as he lifts a hand to wipe away the tears of joy that had streaked down his cheeks, a large smile on his face.

"I want to remember this moment."

Libbie lifts the camera and snaps the picture, grabbing the black and white Polaroid once it spits out.

She places the camera back down and lays the photo beside it before crawling over to Harry once more. He turns to face her and cups her jaw in his palm, fingertips tapping against her cheekbone.

"I will always love you," Harry confirms before connecting their lips once more.

"Hey Harry," Libbie's voice pulls him out of his nostalgic daze and he looks back over to her.

"Yeah baby?" He asks, pressing his palm lightly against the skin of her thigh to give it a squeeze.

"The car sounds a little funny. Did you hear that?"

There's concern laced all throughout Libbie's voice and Harry laughs softly, shaking his head.

"It's an old car, Lib. It's gonna make some noises here and there. We'll be fine."

Libbie huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. "I know what I heard and it didn't sound completely normal, even for an old car, but okay."

Harry finds it humorous that she seems to be questioning him considering he's had this car for a couple of years now. It was the same model of car that they had rented back in Italy when he took Libbie there for her twenty-fifth birthday and he couldn't resist finding one of his own once they got back home.

Their Italy trip was one of the fondest memories he has with Libbie and already had plans to take them back there for their honeymoon.

Libbie always looks back with happiness when she thinks about their trip to Italy and most of the time when she rides in this car that trip is all she ever thinks about.

"You wanted the red, baby?" Libbie calls out over her shoulder, hoping that Harry can hear her all the way outside as she had left the patio door open.

"Is that what you want?"

Harry pops his head inside and she shakes hers playfully. "I told you to stay outside and let me get it. Don't bring that in here."

"Oh - what? This?" Harry asks playfully and holds up the joint between his fingers.

Libbie squeals and shoves him completely back outside. "Yes! That, Harold. We're renting this place. They'll have our heads if they smell that in here."

Harry chuckles and sticks the joint between his lips - hands creeping out to cup Libbie's hips. He pulls her flush against him and she gasps, tilting her head back slightly due to the smoke.

"Just wanna have fun with you, that's all," Harry mumbles, the rolled drug bobbing up and down as he speaks.

Libbie stares up at him and finds herself breathless. Even after almost three and a half years together he still manages to get her weak. They had been in Italy for a little over two weeks and had almost another two to go. He had planned this special for her twenty-fifth birthday and booked this little villa out for the whole month. To say she was surprised would be an understatement. She was completely floored.

"And I want to have fun with you too," Libbie replies, hands running up and down his biceps. "But I don't want us getting a huge fine when we leave because you couldn't keep the dutchie outside."

Harry brings a hand up to pull the joint away from his lips with the pad of his thumb and index finger - bellowing out a laugh at Libbie's words before blowing the smoke up into the air. "The dutchie, huh?"

She rolls her eyes teasingly and lightly pushes her hand against the side of his face. "Don't be an ass."

Libbie strolls back inside the villa and grabs a bottle of red wine and two glasses - tucking a wine opener underneath her arm. They have music softly playing on their Bluetooth speaker outside and the sun was already halfway set. This was their evening tradition since they started this trip and she looked forward to it every day. The only times they missed it were if Harry decided he wanted to take her out for dinner instead of making something himself.

Heading back out, Harry has situated himself in one of the chairs next to the small patio table. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back as he took another small hit from the joint. Libbie allows her eyes to rake over him, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Over their time together he had muscled up quite a bit more, his striped t-shirt was tight against his biceps and she could see the definition of his abs through the material. His long toned legs were slightly spread - one of his hands splayed over his tiger tattoo on the top of his thigh as his tan corduroy shorts had ridden up a bit.

Libbie walks over to the table and sets the things in her hands down before grabbing her camera. "Pop up for a second. I want to take your picture."

Harry lifts his head, eyes opening as he focuses in on Libbie. "My eyes are going to be red as hell," he chuckles.

"The picture is going to be in black and white - it doesn't matter. But put your sunglasses on if you want."

Harry pushes his Aviators down onto the bridge of his nose and stands up, barely snuffing the end of the joint out so they could relight it easily. He stands up and walks forward to stand in front of his girl, a crooked grin on his lips. "Where do you want me?"

"Over there along the fence," Libbie instructs, pointing her finger to guide him. "I want to capture the scenery behind you too."

They walk over to the fence line and Harry turns around, lifting a hand to run it through his curls to tame them a bit. "Do I need to pose in any type of way or..."

Libbie shakes her head with a smile, her heart fluttering just by looking at him. "No, casual is perfect. I wanna capture you the way I see you."

Harry nods and lifts his hands to gently cup the top of the fence and leans against it, giving the camera the softest smile.

Libbie snaps the picture and carefully pulls the Polaroid as it prints out.

She walks forward and presses a kiss to Harry's lips, bumping her nose against his once she pulls away. "Thank you."

They walk back over to the small patio and Libbie walks inside to set her camera and picture down on the counter before heading back out and sitting in the other chair Harry wasn't occupying.

As he begins to open the bottle of wine, Libbie grabs the joint from the ashtray and puts it between her lips. She cups the end of it with one hand, lighting it with the other before setting the lighter back down on the table. She takes a long hit of the joint and closes her eyes as she tastes the faint flavor of cherry on the wrap. She realizes he had gotten her favorite flavor of wrap again without telling her.

The cork makes a satisfying 'pop' once Harry gets it out of the neck of the bottle causing Libbie to open her eyes and look over at him. He had pushed his sunglasses back onto the top of his head as he didn't really need them anymore. Tilting her head to the side, she looks over his beautiful face.

Since getting to Italy Harry had started to grow his facial hair out and she was impressed with just how full his mustache had gotten in such a short amount of time. At first she joked him about it, calling him a seventies porn star, but now she absolutely loved it. He said he would be shaving it once they were home so she knew she had to make the most of it now.

"You're staring, babe," Harry murmurs as he begins pouring the wine into their glasses - a small smirk on his lips.

"Just admiring you is all," Libbie responds, bringing the joint to her lips to take another drag.

It was no secret to Harry that Libbie's sexual desires increased when she was high. She always got a little more touchy once it really kicked in and found it hard to keep her hands to herself.

When Libbie pulled the joint away this time, Harry notices the way she licks her lips and he smiles.

"You got my favorite flavor wrap again," she comments as she picks up her wine glass and takes an ample sip.

"Was hoping you'd notice that."

Harry reaches out with one hand, wine glass in the other, and Libbie passes the joint over to him. He takes another hit and sees there's not much of it left. Libbie usually only hits joints once or twice anyway so he knew he was good to finish it off himself.

"Always surprising me," Libbie muses as she shakes her head.

"I love surprising you. It's one of my favorite things to do."

Libbie takes another sip of her wine before setting her glass down and standing up, walking to wedge herself between Harry's legs. His eyes are on her every move as she pulls the sunglasses off the top of his head and places them on the table.

"Do you like surprises too?" Libbie inquires as she slowly sinks down onto her knees, hands reaching out to rub over his thighs. "Because I have a surprise for you."

Harry feels his mouth go dry at the sight in front of him and he sits up in the chair just a bit. One of her hands creeps its way to the fly of his shorts where she makes ease of popping the button open. She slowly pulls the zipper down and Harry lifts his hips to assist her in getting his shorts down - having them pool around his ankles.

"Is that right?" Harry teases, tongue poking into the inside of his cheek.

Libbie hums in response while giving him a couple of nods.

She looked like an absolute dream to him. Her body was adorned with a white sundress that had little strawberries embroidered all over it with a small red bow in the middle of the sweetheart neckline - the swells of her breasts just slightly peeking over. Her hair was tied back in a half up half down style, a white ribbon embellishing it.

Libbie's fingertips dance along the waistband of his black boxer briefs before she pulls them down, releasing his already half hard member from its restraint.

Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Harry lets out a large breath of relief through his nose - not daring to take his eyes off Libbie.

Their villa was secluded so they didn't have to worry about anyone seeing. Either way they were in the backyard with only the hills behind them.

Perching up on her knees just a bit more, Libbie wraps her hand around Harry's cock and begins her slow and soft strokes with her eyes still on his face. One of her favorite things to see was Harry's face as she pleasured him. There was absolutely nothing like it and knowing that she was the one to cause it could have her growing full of herself within seconds.

Libbie leaned forward just a bit, gathering spit behind her teeth before letting it drip down onto his tip from between her puckered lips. A small gasp leaves Harry at the action and he squirms just the slightest bit in her grasp.

"Pull your dress down a little," Harry instructs her, beginning to bring the joint back to his lips. "Let me see you."

With her free hand, Libbie reaches up and slips the straps of her dress off of each of her shoulders and wiggles her torso to have the top slip down and gather around her rib cage. Her breasts become exposed to him - nipples hardening immediately from the breeze in the air.

Harry stares down at her with the joint in his mouth and reaches a hand out to cup her cheek. The pad of his thumb runs along her bottom lip, pulling it down just a bit before letting it pop back up into place. "La mia bella fragola," he speaks after pulling the joint away once more.

During their time in Italy, Harry had been learning Italian here and there which caused him to start speaking to Libbie in it. Sometimes he would tell her what his words meant - other times he'd leave her guessing. This time she knew exactly what he had said as it's one of the more common terms of endearment he had been using.

Libbie continues to give him full strokes - speeding up just a bit now that she had him all nice and slick. She moves her other hand up to her breast, beginning to massage the plush tissue. She tweaked her pebbled bud just the slightest bit before scooting up in the middle of Harry's legs. Both hands moved to his thighs and she gave them a squeeze as she lowered her head down and took Harry's reddened tip between her lips.

Her tongue swirled around him - already tasting the precum that started leaking. Lowering herself slowly, Libbie opens her throat to him to keep herself from gagging once she has her nose flush against the small line of hair just below his belly button. She looks up at him underneath her hooded lids and Harry has the joint in between his lips, taking what looks to be the last hit.

The sight causes Libbie to push her thighs together, arousal beginning to ruin her light pink thong that was tucked away underneath her dress. Harry pulls the joint away and snuffs it out completely in the ashtray, blowing out the smoke as he extends his hand forward and bundles Libbie's hair into a makeshift ponytail.

"What did I do to deserve you, hm?" Harry asks as he gradually lifts his hips, forcing more of his cock down her throat. "Taking me so well. Can I fuck that pretty little throat of yours, Lib?"

Libbie hums in response to his question and Harry sucks in a breath at the vibration that shoots through his cock and into his lower abdomen. He can see that she's smirking and he knows she did that on purpose.

Thinking back on how he was when they first started dating, Harry would have never been this filthy with his mouth - let alone have the confidence to even think most of what he says now. It was a little over a year into them dating when he finally felt comfortable enough to tell her all the dirty things that would come into his head when they were intimate, and Libbie absolutely loved it.

"You're just asking for it - aren't you?"

Without warning, Harry jerks his hips forward and Libbie gags, eyes beginning to water with her nails digging into the skin of his thighs. He starts up a pattern of thrusts and begins to pant. He knew he wasn't going to last long - he never did when he was in this situation with her. The fact that she was so good with her mouth and her tongue always baffled him.

Spit began to dribble down Libbie's chin but she never once pulled back from him. The tears streaking down her cheeks were beginning to make her mascara gather under her eyes as she continued to keep them on Harry. She wouldn't dare look away.

"Looking absolutely ruined," Harry comments, not even thinking about letting up.

There was something about seeing her like this that spurred him on even more, and the fact that she let him do it every time proved that it got her off just as much as it did him.

"I can only imagine how tight you have your thighs together underneath that dress, filthy girl. Are you dripping already just from me fucking your face?"

Libbie moans and pushes her thighs together even more, her clit gaining a pulse at his words. Harry reaches his free hand out and cups the underside of one of her breasts - thumb running over her pink nipple. He knew that Libbie loved nipple play and he had once given her an orgasm from pulling, licking and sucking on her nipples alone.

He pinches her nipple and gives it a tug which causes her eyes to roll back in her skull and she slightly arches her back - pushing herself further into his touch.

"Touch yourself," Harry commands and Libbie doesn't hesitate.

One of her hands leaves his thigh and quickly makes its way into underwear. She presses her fingertips against her swollen clit and begins to move them in harsh circles - needing relief and needing it fast. Another moan rattles in her chest and Harry tilts his head back, eyes slipping shut.

He could feel Libbie's throat swallowing around him every now and then and he just knew he only had a few more thrusts in him.

"Are you gonna come with me, Libbie?" He asks, looking back down to see that she was looking at him once again. "If you come with me, I'll reward you like a good girl. Don't you want to be my good girl?"

Libbie moves her fingers between her folds to gather more arousal from her dripping entrance before moving back to her clit. She began to circle her hips slightly knowing that she only had so much time before Harry finished in her mouth.

"Lift your dress up a little bit. Show me how you pleasure yourself while you're sucking me dry."

Libbie blindly obeys and even moves her underwear to the side so he can see just what she's doing. Harry whimpers at the sight, eyes glued to her movements against her most sensitive part.

"Fuck, baby, I'm about to come. Are you almost there?" Harry all but cries, knowing that his orgasm is going to hit him hard.

He watches as Libbie nods and he pulls on her nipple once again and can see her body begin to tremble. That hint alone shows him that she's right there with him and his lips part.

"I-I'm coming, I can't hold it."

Harry feels his thick cock beginning to pulse as ropes of his cum begin to coat Libbie's throat and his eyes close. They don't stay closed for long as he hears Libbie beginning to whine and he snaps his sight back to her core - watching as her orgasm gushes out of her and onto the grass between her knees, fingers still working against her clit.

Once she's worked herself through her orgasm, Libbie moves her fingers away from her clit and begins to slowly pull her mouth off Harry, hand reaching up to hold him in place as she continues sucking - wanting every last drop of him. Harry's chest heaves up and down and he winces slightly as she manages to get a few more drops out of him and licks over his slit before pulling off completely.

He watches as a small bit of his orgasm begins to leak from the corner of her mouth but she quickly slips her tongue out to catch it, eyes still completely on him. Libbie brings her hands up to wipe underneath her eyes, drying her cheeks and cleaning up her smeared makeup.

"Stand up," Harry pants, pulling his underwear and shorts back up and he stands. He holds his hand out which Libbie takes to pull herself up, allowing her dress to fall completely off her body - leaving her in just her thong. "Take your underwear off too."

The sun had fully set by now and the only lights illuminating them were the moon and the string of faerie lights hanging on the gutter of the house.

Libbie does as she's told and Harry kneels down in front of her. He cups his hands around the back of her thighs and pulls her closer - draping one of her legs over his shoulder so her foot would rest in the seat behind him.

"You smell so sweet, my strawberry," Harry mumbles as he kisses along the inside of her thigh. "And I know you taste just as sweet. Can I have a little taste, baby? Please?"

"You can have more than a little, my love," Libbie says, still completely breathless from their previous activity. She could feel herself getting wet with new arousal already and she knew she was leaking down her thighs.

Harry hums in response and Libbie shudders as she feels his facial hair scratching against her pubic bone. Another thing about the mustache, it felt absolutely amazing when he went down on her.

Libbie's gasp turns into a moan once Harry presses an open mouth kiss against her folds. His tongue immediately snakes out to lick at her entrance and he groans at the taste of her.

"So fucking delicious," he drunkenly says to himself before latching on again, tongue plunging into her.

"Oh god, Harry," Libbie whines, one of her hands tangling into his hair, the other gripping to his shoulder to keep them steady.

Harry knew it wouldn't take him long to get her to another orgasm. Once she had her first one, it was so easy to have her give him multiple more.

She feels Harry widen his tongue inside of her before beginning to pulse it in and out and she begins to rock her hips, her clit hitting right against his nose while his mustache slightly tickles her core.

Both sensations have her trembling and she can feel her legs growing weak but she doesn't want him to stop. Starting a steady pace with her hips, she feels Harry pull his tongue out and he begins to plant kisses up to her clit - lips completely sealing around it as he begins to suck.

"Ah," Libbie cries out, tugging on Harry's curls. "Fuck yes. Thank you, baby. Always taking care of me."

Harry separates himself from her for just a moment so he can look up at her. Libbie looks down with a mewl, trying to figure out what caused him to lose his contact with the place she needed him the most right now.

"I always take care of my good girl," Harry coos, hands running up and down the back of her legs. "You were so good for me, Libbie. I have to show you just how good you were."

In the blink of an eye Harry's mouth was back against her slick pearl and she feels his hand sneak to the front of her leg, fingertips running up her inner thigh before he pushes two fingers into her. The tips of his fingers are nudging against her spot almost instantly and her body quivers - the beginning of her next orgasm brewing right in her lower stomach.

"Don't stop," Libbie begs, tears pricking at her waterline from just how amazing he was making her feel. "Right there. Please don't stop. O-oh my god."

Rutting her hips down once more, the hardest she had, Libbie feels the band holding her climax together snap and she mumbles Harry's name over and over again as she comes. Harry continues to lick over her clit, fingers still moving in and out of her as he helps her through her orgasm.

"Too much, too much," Libbie squeaks, pushing his face away and Harry chuckles.

Harry slips his fingers out of her and pops them in his mouth - tongue rolling around them to consume every bit of Libbie's pleasure. He carefully lowers her leg back to the ground and stands. His hands wrap around the sides of her arms as he knows she always feels very light after coming and tends to sway.

"I love you so much," Libbie mutters as she rests her forehead against Harry's chest. "You're amazing."

"I love you too, Lib. So fucking much."

The car jolting has Harry coming to once again and he curses as he feels it beginning to slow down.

"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me," he hisses as he pulls his hand from Libbie's thigh to put it on the wheel, both hands fighting against the steering wheel to guide the car off the road.

He presses down harshly against the brake before putting the car in the park.

"Stay here," he demands to Libbie as he turns the car off and hops out.

Popping the trunk, he looks underneath and can see there's a bit of smoke coming from the engine. Harry closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath through his nose before his hand comes down to slam the trunk shut.

When he opens his eyes he jumps when he sees Libbie standing beside him

"Jesus Christ, Lib," he curses. "I told you to stay in the car."

Libbie rolls her eyes at him. "Yeah, and I told you I thought the engine sounded funny, Harry."

Harry chooses to ignore her comment before pulling out his phone, dialing the tow service that he had coverage through. He goes into Google maps so he can tell them exactly where they're located and pinches the bridge of his nose between the pad of his thumb and index finger when he hears the estimated amount of time they may have to wait.

"Let me guess, they're not going to be here for a while?" Libbie bites as she stares at him.

He absolutely gets why she's upset, this was cutting into their planned time together and he had just gotten back from a work trip yesterday morning - just in time to witness the biggest success of her life that evening.

"Two hours at the least," Harry mumbles, knowing that he's going to be in more hot water for this.

Libbie lets out a sarcastic laugh and begins to pace up and down the length of the car. "Well that's just fucking great isn't it? Just got into Malibu and we can't even enjoy it because of this. Our dinner plans are going to be ruined!"

"You don't think I know that?" Harry barks back, pointing a finger into his own chest. "It's not like I meant for this to fucking happen."

"You should've pulled off the second I said something sounded off!"

Libbie and Harry hardly ever fought but when they did it took a lot for them to come around to apologizing depending on the situation. Libbie feared that this entire trip was going to be ruined now because of Harry's mistake and that made her stomach churn.

She's immediately brought back to the first really bad fight that they had and she presses her hand against her stomach - still being able to feel the sinking feeling from that night if she thinks hard enough about it.

Libbie has her eyes glued to Harry from across the room, gulping down the drink in her hand. The girl beside Harry had been stuck to him almost all night and the way she watched his head tilt back every time he laughed at something she said caused Libbie's skin to crawl.

She knew she had upset him before they came to this Halloween party tonight and she felt bad about it. Had this other woman not been practically all over him she probably would've apologized by now.

It was wrong of her to yell at him for not taking her picture correctly but it was so irritating that she took a picture of him in his costume exactly the way he wanted but he couldn't do the same.

He was half-assing it because he just wanted to hurry up and get to the party but it bothered her that he was practically blowing her off. They went through almost a whole roll of her film before he finally captured her in a way that was satisfying to her and he huffed, rolling his eyes when she thanked him.

Libbie's costume was inspired by Mortal Kombat. She wore a long black dress with high slits on each side and the top of her dress covered just enough of her breasts to where her nipples weren't showing - stripes of long black material in lines so that her stomach and the rest of her torso were fairly exposed. She had a soft black hood around her head and a tight leather garter on her thigh. She also had a katana with her but she knew she had already ditched that at some point tonight - not wanting to be bothered by it.

The Uber ride over to the party was silent and he hardly waited for her to get out of the car before he went inside. They didn't fight often but when they did they both had trouble communicating when it came time to try and remedy it.

It was Rory's party so she was grateful she knew plenty of people here but the fact she was getting attention from everyone but the one that mattered the most was causing her to not have the best night.

"Looking a little lonely over here," Libbie hears someone speak and she looks over to see a guy, a couple inches taller than her given her heeled boots tonight, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. "Want some company?"

Libbie flicks her eyes back over to Harry briefly to see that he's finally looking over at her. The girl beside him is still just talking away as Libbie sees his jawline twitch. Smirking softly, she looks back up to the man who just approached her and nods.

"Sure," she comments, holding her hand out. "I'm Libbie."

"Nathan, nice to meet you," he says while shaking her hand.

Over the next couple of minutes she had struck up a full conversation with Nathan, making sure to lift her hand and place it against his forearm or his bicep every time he managed to get a laugh out of her.

She knew there was no way Harry was going to cheat on her given his past and she would absolutely never cheat on him. They both had an agreement that if either one of them ever felt like they weren't getting what they needed out of the relationship then they would split up if it couldn't be reconciled.

Every now and again Libbie and Harry would make eye contact and it was like each of them would try a new move towards the strangers next to them - trying to see just how far they could push each other.

What surprised her was when she saw Harry and the she-devil beginning to head her way. As they walked by, Harry leaned down and began to whisper in her ear but his eyes remained locked on Libbie.

"I don't know if I've already said this, I'm a little drunk, but your costume is fucking amazing," she can hear the muffled voice of Nathan as she watches Harry but it's almost as if he's far away with just how focused she is on her boyfriend.

The girl Harry was with let's out the biggest laugh and curls into his side, resting her head on his shoulder. "Oh my god, you're seriously so funny. Has anyone ever told you how funny you are?"

Libbie grinds her teeth, wanting nothing more than to yell out that she tells him every fucking day, but she bites her tongue. Her eyes finally leave them once they walk by and are at the mini bar - making another round of drinks.

"Libbie?" She heard Nathan's voice once again and she looks over to him.

"Oh what? I'm sorry. Zoned out for a second," she responds with a fake giggle.

"I said your costume is fucking amazing. Your body...it's wonderful."

Libbie runs her hand over her side and shrugs. "It's not much really."

"Oh no, it's much," Nathan comments, taking a step even closer to her and she sees his eyes are fully focused on her breasts. "Perky little tits."

There was no holding back the scoff that left Libbie's mouth and she lifted a hand to Nathan's chest, taking a step back to create more distance between them. "You just gave me the biggest fucking ick, dude."

Shaking her head, Libbie walks away and heads towards one of the couches in the living room, plopping herself down and then crossing one leg over the other. She feels the couch shift after a moment and sees Rory with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Here, for you. Made you another," he says, holding out a new solo cup.

"Thanks," Libbie mumbles, setting her now empty cup on the coffee table so she can take the new one.

She takes three big gulps and winces slightly when she realizes this is even stronger than the last one he made her. "Jesus, Rory. Did you even put mixers in here this time?"

Rory feigns offense and presses his hand against his chest. "Why yes I did, princess. Orange juice and cranberry just how you like."

"Doesn't taste like it. Tastes like straight tequila."

Libbie didn't even notice that in her time talking to Rory that Harry and his leech were back in their original position - closer to her than before given her new position on the couch.

"What's going on with you guys? You're just going to let him do this?" Rory asks, his speech slightly slurred.

"He's getting back at me. He's not going to do anything. It's fine."

Rory holds his hands up in surrender due to the bite of Libbie's tone before pushing himself off the couch and walking away.

When Libbie looks back to Harry she feels her heart slowly sink. His hand is now on the girl's hip and she's turned almost completely into him as they keep talking.

Libbie and Harry had just returned from Italy a couple of months ago and she felt they were closer than ever but tonight felt like a step back - no matter how small the fight was.

As the girl leans forward, Libbie can see that her lips connect to the side of Harry's neck and that's all it takes for Libbie to leap off the couch and stomp in their direction.

"Elizabeth," Harry smirks as Libbie approaches. "Can I help you?"

Libbie's bottom lip wobbles with anger and she's willing away furious tears as she stares at him. She hated being the type to cry when she was angry. The last thing she needed was to cry in front of him and this random chick.

"Harry," Libbie states, her tone stern. "That's enough."

The girl doesn't seem to catch on as she lifts her hand and begins to run it over the chest plate of Harry's Stormtrooper costume. "I don't think it's quite enough."

Libbie immediately sees red and reaches out to snap her hand around Harry's forearm. "Please, Harry. I'm fucking serious."

Harry looks between Libbie and his toy and shakes his head with a laugh. "You seemed pretty serious earlier when you chewed my ass out for not taking your picture correctly. What was it you said? Open my fucking eyes and ears and just listen to what you were telling me?"

There's nothing Libbie feels that she can say at this point to remedy what's happening in front of her. "Right," she responds, dropping her hand from his arm. "Have a good fucking night, H."

Shaking her head, Libbie turns around and starts down the hallway towards the bathroom. Her hands tremble as she reaches out for the knob of the door and twists it - relieved that no one is inside. She steps into the small space and shuts the door behind her, locking it.

She sets her drink down on the counter and begins to pace. The heels of her boots clicking against the tiled floor as she bites at her nails. At this point she just wants to leave. Harry can stay and have whatever he wishes but she's not just going to stand around and watch like some helpless kitten - eyes pleading for him to pay attention to her instead the girl latching onto him.

Her shaky fingers reach for the small pocket on the inside of the slit of her dress and she pulls out the bag of cocaine that her and Harry had split with Rory for the night. It was the first time she had tried it and so far she was enjoying it but she felt the high wearing off considering what she was currently dealing with.

A knock at the door startles her and she closes her fist around the plastic bag.

"Occupied!" Libbie calls out before opening her palm up, beginning to untie the knot that Harry had used to seal the bag off.

The knock came again - this time harder and Libbie rolls her eyes. She put the bag down on the counter given she had just gotten the knot undone and she unlocks the door before swinging it open.

"Didn't you hear me fucking say-"

A noise of surprise leaves her as she feels lips against hers and hands grasping her hips. It becomes clear that it's Harry with the way his lips slot perfectly against hers. He walks forward to push them further into the bathroom and kicks the door shut behind them, hand reaching out to lock the door.

Harry presses Libbie against the wall and she moans against his lips, one of her legs lifting to hitch her thigh against his hip. She makes a small noise before pushing her hands against his chest to disconnect their lips.

"You're a dick," Libbie snaps, shaking her head.

"Oh come on," Harry says, giving one of her hips a squeeze. "I saw you had company of your own at one point."

"Yeah, a fucking skeeze," she says. Harry leans down to begin kissing over the side of her neck, hands running from her hips to the top of her ribcage and back down. "Told me I had perky little tits."

Harry's lips pause against her skin and he lifts his head to look into her eyes. "You're joking, right?"

Libbie can't help but smirk when she sees the reaction she's brought out of him. "Nope. Why do you think I walked away from him?"

She can feel Harry's fingertips tapping against her skin and he pulls away and starts towards the door. "He's a dead man."

A loud laugh leaves Libbie and she reaches forward to tug Harry back, pulling him against her body once again. "Stop it. You have absolutely no room to be acting that way tonight after what I just had to deal with."

Harry frowns and lifts his hand to drop the small hood Libbie had framing her head this evening. He cups the side of her neck, thumb running along her jawline. "Did I really upset you that much?"

Libbie chews on the inside of her cheek before nodding. "Never felt that way before. I was trying not to cry."

A glaze of regret washes over Harry's eyes and he shakes his head. "Dammit, Lib. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I thought we were just fucking around with each other and-"

Libbie lifts her finger and pushes it against his lips to silence him. "Don't apologize, Harry. It's fine. At the end of the night whose bed will you be in? Ours. That's all that matters to me. I knew you weren't actually going to do anything with her."

"I know but still. I feel like a scumbag. Me of all people should know not to push the limits like that," he says.

Harry stares into her eyes as he lifts his fingertips up, grazing them across the sideboob of both of her breasts. "When we get home I'll make it all up to you, okay? You look divine. Had me having to hide my hard on all night."

Libbie giggles and leans forward to press her lips to his before mumbling against them. "I can't wait."

She separates herself from him and grabs the bag of cocaine she had left on the counter, holding it between her fingertips again before scooping her manicured pinky nail into the powder. Her nails were just long enough to serve as the perfect tool.

"Here, let's each take a bump and just go on with our night. With each other, yeah?" Libbie asks and Harry nods, leaning his hip against the counter.

Bringing her nail to her nostril, Libbie plugs the other and inhales deeply, tilting her head back as she snorts the drug up and into her system. She rolls her shoulders back and shakes her head just a bit before gathering up a bump for Harry as well. With Libbie's nail under his nose, he repeats the same pattern and takes the bag from her to tie it up and put it into his more secure pocket.

"Do you still love me?" Harry asks, a small smirk playing on his lips.

Libbie shoves his shoulder. "Yeah, you asshole. I love you more than anything."

Libbie hardly feels Harry's hands engulf her hips from behind considering she was still pacing and she gasps when he pulls her back into his chest.

"Look," Harry whispers into her ear, lips brushing against it as he speaks. "Do you see what's in front of us right now?"

She takes a second to actually listen to him instead of being angry and she realizes they're parked in a fairly private area of the beach. She watches as the waves crash against each other and wash up onto the shore before retreating back into the sea.

"There's some people out there that never get to see a view like this in their lifetime," he continues, hands starting to rub up and down Libbie's sides. "Think about how lucky we are, baby."

It's in that moment that Libbie does actually hear him. He's right. Of all the places for them to break down, at least it was somewhere as beautiful as where they currently were.

"It is beautiful," Libbie breathes in response, finally relaxing into Harry's chest.

Harry smirks at her surrender and leans down to press his lips to the spot where her shoulder meets her neck and Libbie sighs, head rolling back and to the side to lean against his collarbone.

"We've got two hours to spare, strawberry," he murmurs against her skin. "What should we do?"

Libbie's stomach flips at the fact that she knows what Harry is alluding to. Over the last couple of months Harry had been making jokes about them having sex in public as it's one of the very few kinks they hadn't explored yet.

"Harry, what if someone-"

"I doubt anyone will drive by and if they do, I'm covering you."

It's slightly embarrassing to Libbie how Harry saying that was all the convincing it took for her to give herself over completely. She inhales deeply as she feels his fingertips glide over the sliver of skin that was exposed between her crop top and her shorts. Goosebumps erupt when his fingers easily undo the button of her shorts and he gets the zipper down before pushing them lower on her thighs. She wiggles to get them down further and she doesn't even care that they're pooled around her ankles and touching the dirty ground.

The only thing she can think about right now is Harry.

Harry hums against the side of Libbie's neck when he slips his fingers into her underwear and feels how wet she already is just from simple kisses on her neck and his talks of taking her out here in the open.

"Look at you trying to act all shy when you're all drenched in here," Harry taunts, bringing his other hand around to undo his jeans and he lets them fall in the same pattern as her shorts. "Always gonna be my filthy girl, aren't you?"

He allows his fingertips to tap against her throbbing clit a couple of times and Libbie moans, almost putting all her weight on Harry from just how overstimulated she was feeling. As exciting as this was for her, it was almost too much.

"Harry," she pleads, wiggling her hips a bit. "Please - I need you now."

Harry groans as he rests his forehead against the back of Libbie's head. He quickly pulls down her underwear and does the same with his before wrapping his hand around the back of her neck to shove her down over the hood of the car. Libbie yelps in surprise and can feel the cool breeze dancing across her bare core - causing her to let out another moan and clench around nothing.

"Fucking hell, Lib," Harry states as his other hand reaches down to stroke himself. He was already fully hard just from knowing what's to come. "Looking so open and ready for me already."

Libbie presses her hands down against the hood and curls her fingers underneath to dig her nails into her palms. She couldn't believe she was already so sexually frustrated when he hadn't even teased her for more than a minute or two.

Harry takes a step forward and immediately whines when he feels his sensitive tip run up and down her arousal ridden folds. In on motion, he sinks inside her and they both let out a noise of relief at the time. With one hand still on the back of her neck and the other on her hip, Harry continues to move his hips forward until his thighs are flush against her ass.

"So deep," he mumbles aimlessly as he stills, needing to catch his breath and focus before he almost comes on the spot.

He couldn't tell Libbie why the idea of him taking her in public like this excited him so much - it just did. Something about the fact that anyone could walk up or drive by at anytime and see him fucking his girl could instantly turn him on.

"Harry," Libbie calls out, pushing herself farther back against him - causing him to curve perfectly and hit her spongy spot. "I need you to move. Please."

"I'm trying not to come, Libbie. Give me a second."

Libbie can't help the giggle that leaves her and she rests her cheek down against the hood of the car, closing her eyes.

After a second, Harry hears Libbie hum and he knows that for the moment she's calmed down enough to where she's just satisfied by being filled by him. They had done a lot of cockwarming in their time together so he's sure she was getting the same pleasure as that by being still inside of her.

He moves his hand from her hip and runs it down to one of her ass cheeks - kneading it in his hand. His tongue runs over his bottom lip before he pulls back halfway, head rolling back on his shoulders as he does.

This was the first time they were having sex in a week considering they were each so drunk last night. Drunk off of both the alcohol and the joy of being engaged - they ended up passing out after showering, cuddled up nice and tight in their bed.

"You feel so fucking good, baby. Shit," Harry moans, hand cracking down against her ass cheek which causes Libbie to spasm around his thick cock. "Always so warm and open for me aren't you?"

"Always. Always need to be full of you," Libbie responds, her voice almost sounding full of tears from just how blissed out she was. "My pretty boy. Stuffing me to the brim."

Harry bites down on the inside of his cheeks and drops his head down to rest his forehead against Libbie's back. "Have your tight little cunt forever now, don't I?"

Not giving her a chance or answer just yet, Harry thrusts his hips forward again to completely fill Libbie once more and she cries out - back arching as she smacks her open hands down against the yellow metal. Any other time Harry would scold her for potentially damaging his car but right now he couldn't be bothered

"Y-yes only you. Only ever need you. Only ever want you."

Harry can feel the narcissist in him coming out - a part of him he didn't know he had until Libbie caused him to become full of himself. She constantly praised him for how well he treated her in the bedroom and that alone had him growing more confident every time she would say it.

"And I only ever want you," Harry assures her as he starts up a steady pace of deep but fast thrusts, palm striking down against her cheek again.

Both of their eyes seem to wander to the water ahead of them and Harry's jaw drops slightly as just how fantastic Libbie felt around him. The Harry that first met Libbie could never imagine that he'd be here doing something like this.

"God, I can't wait until I get you to the hotel tonight," Harry rambles on as Libbie moans and mewls underneath him. "You're going to feel me for days. I'll be shocked if you're going to be able to walk tomorrow once I'm done with you."

Those words alone have Libbie lifting her hips again and pushing back against Harry to meet his long and fulfilling thrusts.

Harry moves his hand to the front of Libbie's neck and pulls her right up against his chest. She almost screams at how she feels with the new angle and she closes her eyes - forehead resting against his jawline.

"All up in your belly, aren't I?" Harry asks, sponging a kiss below her ear. "Tell me how it feels."

Libbie trembles and she honestly couldn't even begin the process of forming a sentence with how far Harry was reaching inside of her. "S-so good."

Even though it wasn't much, Harry still smirks at her response as he knows how she can get when she's so overwhelmed with pleasure. "Open your eyes, baby. Look at that view again."

Eyes fluttering open, Libbie looks out to the sea in front of them once more and she feels Harry apply pressure to the best points of her neck - choking her ever so slightly. Her lips part and she keeps her eyes fixated on the movement of the water in front of her as he continues to ram his dick against her g spot.

Thinking about everything, all the factors combined, Libbie clenches down around Harry which causes his hips to sputter just the tiniest bit. "You're close aren't you? Squeezing me. You want my cum that bad? Desperate for it?"

Libbie moans and nods while Harry relieves the pressure on her neck as she tilts her head up to him. "L-look at you," she stammers, opening her eyes and he looks down at her. "Remember when y-you were so shy? Vanilla was the word you used, w-wasn't it?"

Harry can't help but laugh and he leans down to press his lips firmly to Libbie's before speaking against them. "Wouldn't be who I am now without you," he says truthfully. "Always my filthy girl. See what you've turned me into?"

"Still my pretty boy. Always my pretty boy just with a dirty fucking mouth that I love so much."

Knowing that Harry is nearing his end, he starts making his thrusts shorter and faster. "Come on, where's my good girl, huh? I know she wants to come for me."

Libbie's legs begin to shake and that in itself signals to Harry that she's close, if not closer, than he is. "Yes, I'll be good," she whines.

"Love my good girl so much. I'll never be able to get enough of you."

Harry moves his hand down to trace sloppy shapes against Libbie's clit and he feels her clench down completely against him within seconds. Her orgasm sprays out of her - coating the hood of his car and the fronts of her thighs. There's ringing in her ears and Libbie can tell she's speaking but she's not even sure what she's saying at this point.

"Oh god," Harry moans, focusing in on the drops of Libbie's orgasm that shimmer from the sun and he buries his face into the side of her neck. "Gonna come so fucking hard. That was so hot, Lib. Haven't had you squirt like that in a while."

He knows he needs to finish and fast. Libbie always got so sensitive after squirting and he knew that if he didn't finish inside of her soon that he'd have to pull out and use his hand to get him the rest of the way there.

"I have plans for you tonight too, you know?" Libbie speaks and Harry can hear just how breathless she is. "Wanna check something else off our list."

"Y-yeah, what's that?"

"I'm going to fuck you, Harry. Right where you've always wanted me."

"Jesus fuck," Harry practically yells as his climax plows through him and he knows he's filling Libbie full of his orgasm. He lets out large puffs of breath as he rides the high out completely.

Once he's done, Harry wraps his arms around Libbie's torso and keeps her close even though he can feel himself softening inside of her. "I don't even think a ring, a wedding or anything I can give you will ever prove just how crazy I am for you, Libbie."

"No, Harry, you just did," Libbie says honestly as she presses a kiss to the hinge of his jaw.

Harry slowly pulls out of her and they both groan due to how sensitive they feel. He opens up the car door and grabs a stack of napkins he keeps inside - quickly cleaning up himself and doing up his pants before moving over to Libbie.

"I'm gonna clean you up, okay?"

Libbie nods lazily, resting against the windshield of the car now considering the hood was covered in her orgasm. Harry bends down and wipes up the mix of their arousal that was already dripping down her thighs before ever so gently moving to her core. Once she was finished, Libbie pulled her underwear and shorts up as Harry cleans up the hood.

The sound of gravel crinkling underneath tires grabs their attention and they both look over to see the tow truck, the driver hopping out once they've parked. "It's your lucky day - had the other call figure something else out so I was able to come straight to you."

Harry and Libbie exchange a look before Harry tosses the dirty napkins back into the car, clearing his throat. He wraps an arm around Libbie's waist and she hides her face into his side.

"Sounds good, we really appreciate it," Harry states.

The driver hops back into the truck to drive around to the front of the car and then backs up so he can get it onto the bed correctly.

Libbie looks up at Harry with glistening eyes. "Perfect timing, I'd say."

Harry chuckles and leans down to peck her quickly. "Perfect fucking timing."

#harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry edward styles #harry styles smutty fanfic #harry styles ff #harry styles one shot #harry styles smutty one shot #fanfiction

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Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 8)

Welcome to Part 8 of what started as Shadow's character analysis, but also turned into analysis of Sonic in relation to Shadow, as well as me just gushing over the Sonadow ship coz I find it cute.

This post covers the finale of Sonic Prime, Episode 23: From the Top, but this won't be my last post, because I decided to make one more, featuring something of a Final Conclusion to Shadow's story in Sonic Prime.

Well, either that, or I'll just write a bunch of headcanons in regards to what happens after the finale.

So, let's dive in!

Starting from the last episode, the only thing that remained of The Grim is Nine's citadel, with Sonic still fighting Nine, only to finally realize what Nine had truly wanted, understanding his desires. He tries to talk things out with Nine, when suddenly, the cavalry arrives.

''It's over Nine!''

I mean, they didn't really have anywhere else to go besides into the citadel even if they weren't here to beat up Nine for what he had done.

''Get back! Don't make me destroy you all!'' ''Is that what you want? More destruction? Look outside!'' *Nine looks at The Void outside the citadel, devastated*

'I'm sorry for everything Nine. I missed my home so much and was so focused on getting it back that I didn't listen to what you wanted or appreciate what you were trying to do. I never meant to hurt you.''

Just like Shadow, Sonic too has completed his own character growth, admitting and apologizing for hurting Nine. He has learned a lot about communication and how refusing to listening to other people can have devastating consequences.

''Stop! Everyone stop! This isn't the solution!''

Sonic goes so far to protect Nine from his own allies, showing a great deal of maturity. He knows when he has to stop the battle, being the voice of reason by pointing out how they have no time left and there will be nothing to fight over. All he wants is for this to stop.

Nine also understands how bad the situation was, apologizing for what he had done and noting how, without a great sacrifice, reality as they know it will be over. As everyone mourns their loss, we see this little exchange.

''Not yet!''

While I'm not certain whether Sonic saw Shadow's little nod, I know that he is aware that there is one more thing he can do. He has the remaining Prism energy, and he is willing to sacrifice his own life to stabilize the Paradox Prism and fix reality.

''You'd do that? After everything I-'' ''What are friends for?''

Sonic assures Nine that it's fine, and what I love about this moment is how he looks over to Shadow, once again seeking assurance. This will be dangerous for him, and he needs support. One could even interpret this as ''If I'm gone, take care of everything'', with Shadow affirming that he will.

Sonic then begs everyone to leave Nine alone, while also telling Nine not to cause trouble anymore. Rebel agrees with this, knowing they have no other choice. Now, they have to trust Nine. However, if he removes the energy, Sonic might fall apart.

''What about Shadow?'' ''Shadow wasn't there for the shatter event. He blipped into this reality. But I shattered the Prism.'' ''And without the Prism energy binding him...''

Gotta love how Rebel is willing to throw Shadow under the bus. Admittedly, she probably was wondering whether he too had the same Prism energy, at least until Sonic explains it that, no, he doesn't. He then admits to shattering the Prism, taking responsibility for his actions.

I'm certain that in this moment, Shadow was quite proud of Sonic.

Nine then starts the extraction, and it's obviously quite painful for Sonic. Once it's complete, he faints, seemingly dead.

Look at Shadow's expression here. This is the look of someone whose heart has just been shattered in a million pieces. He just watched Sonic sacrifice himself to fix reality, not even knowing whether he will survive, and he couldn't do anything. Shadow genuinely cares about Sonic, reaching out for him, but when there's seemingly no response, his ears droop and he looks crushed.

Shadow knows that Sonic has been in many rough situations, but now, he doesn't even know whether he is alive or dead. Hell, maybe he was also dealing with flashbacks of another loss he had suffered. Who knows? But, it is certain that at this point, he cares so much about Sonic and he doesn't want to lose him.

Fortunately, Sonic is still alive, but only barely. The only thing that kept him like this was the Paradox Prism energy, but now that he's gone, he became similar to his friends at Ghost Hill. To make things worse, he is also fading, meaning he doesn't have much time left.

Unfortunately for everyone, the Chaos Council, being Eggman's Shatterverse Variants, decide to betray everyone.

''Stand down, edgelord!''

Of course they had to throw in at least one edgelord insult for Shadow.

Fortunately for everyone involved, all of the Chaos Council members have egos the size of a skyscraper, so they quickly get into a fight with each other.

''Hold on, Shadow. Let's see how this plays out.''

Shadow wants to throw down hands with the Chaos Council, but is stopped by Rebel, who basically tells him to kick back, relax and get some popcorn while the Chaos Council members fight each other. And Shadow actually listens instead of going for the violent option.

With Nine opening the portal to The Void and the Mr. Dr. Eggman starting to blast everything, it is clear that they need to just end this pitiful situation.

''How about now?'' ''Knock yourself out.''

I just love how Shadow respects Rebel enough to ask her for permission to go beat up the Chaos Council. He was so itching for this fight and it had to be cathartic for him.

With the Chaos Council gone, Nine fixes the Shatterspaces, and the Paradox Prism vanishes.

Green Hill, Sonic and Shadow's home, is back, and now, they have to leave as fast as possible, because Sonic's time is running out. After saying their goodbyes...

....and hugging Nine for good measure, Sonic leaves with Thorn and Birdie, who want to bring him home.

We then get this moment.

''Oh! I suppose you need a ride too!''

They frigging forgot about Shadow! *laughs her ass off*

I just love how Shadow just responds with a ''hmph'', reverting back to his usual closed-off self. Sure, he can show emotions around Sonic, but everyone else doesn't get to see the softer side of him.

That, and he probably didn't want to ask for help to return home.

Admittedly, it is good that Black Rose and Rusty Rose got the ship to get Shadow to Sonic and Thorn, since Birdie got injured from the crystals.

At this point, Shadow knows that they have not much left, as Sonic is barely holding on and Black Rose's ship can't get any faster.

''Black Rose! You've brought us far enough. I'll take it from here!''

Shadow is the only one fast enough to bring Sonic to the safety of Green Hill, finally getting to do his part in saving Sonic's life.

''Goodbye, Roses...''

I'm not crying, somebody's cutting onions!

When Sonic goes down, Shadow has no other choice but to carry him bridal-style, now speeding through The Void as fast as he can. He is determined to save him, and I'm certain that he feels that creeping sense of panic, his heart beating faster as he realizes that he only has seconds left.

''I never knew you were a hugger.'' ''Do you want me to save you or not?''

God, this scene would be so adorable if it weren't for the fact that Sonic is dying. Like seriously, I was in a state between ''Oh, no!'' and ''Just kiss already!''

It is just like Sonic to get one last quip in, even on death's door, and it's to basically banter/flirt with Shadow. Shadow responds, probably relieved to see that there is still a bit of life in Sonic left, and we can see Sonic smile for a brief moment at his response, before fainting, his arm falling down, now limp.

Shadow has a look of terror on his expression, realizing that he's losing Sonic and quickly speeds up.

''HANG ON, SONIC!''

Shadow creates at least four sonic booms with the speed he had managed to achieve, flying through The Void and towards Green Hill, tightening his grip around Sonic. He is not going to let him go, shouting for him to hang on.

Then, he enters the gateway to Green Hill, and we see only white.

Fortunately, they make it through, with Sonic finding himself just in the moment before he shattered the Paradox Prism, elated to see that everything had gone back to normal, and even hugging Dr. Eggman because, yes, he missed him too.

He also shows off what he had learned, sticking close to his friends as they fight Eggman, only to spot someone familiar at the entrance to the cave.

It's Shadow, and he's gotten back the Chaos Emerald he lost to The Void. I suppose this confirms that time has indeed been reset.

We also know that Sonic and Shadow have retained their memories of the Shatterverse, both communicating with just a look about their plan to protect the Paradox Prism.

''This world is mine!'' *Shadow Chaos Controls on top of the Paradox Prism* ''Huh? Shadow? What the heck are you doing here?!''

''I am the Ultimate Lifeform. I go wherever I want.'' ''Wh-huh?'' ''CHAOS CONTROL!''

And that's how Eggman's plan got foiled. Sonic mocks him, he curses the day and leaves, and Sonic's friends probably wonder what the hell had happened.

Gotta say, if Shadow and Sonic had communicated about this back in Episode 01, none of the Shatterverse Adventure would've happened... I guess.

Sonic decides to relax on the beach with his friends, only to deal with a new threat (probably Dr. Eggman coming back with a new scheme) and the adventure continues, while the viewers are left with many unanswered questions, like what did Shadow do with the Paradox Prism and moreover, does the Shatteverse still exist, because what happens here resembles a lot the events of Sonic the Hedgehog (2006), where the time has been reset.

Also, I wish that Shadow had been in this group shot, because he really deserved to be added as a member of Sonic's team. Or at least we could've gotten one more moment between him and Sonic where they reflect on their adventure.

Rest assured, this adventure was great and watching Shadow and Sonic both grow as characters, and show a new level of appreciation, care, understanding and respect for each other was amazing.

Not to mention all the Sonadow moments sprinkled in-between that left the shipping community quite satisfied, giving us enough fuel until the inevitable when we finally get to Sonic Movie 3.

Tune in next time for my Final Conclusion!

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 7)

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Final Conclusion)

#Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer (Masterlist)

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soundtrack to a tooth alignment

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: G Word Count: 967

Summary: It's just a dumb song. It'll end eventually. (But also, what is love?)

If Percy had to explain his quest strategy, he’d say it’s pretty much “attack now, think later”—like, days later—so if this particular quest ever gets commemorated in song, or on an urn or something (do they still do that?), he hopes they include the way he just neutralized the Thrill Ride O’ Love situation by bringing up the orthodontist. Because that was a tactic. Everything is totally not-weird now. Here in this dark tunnel. With Annabeth.

Percy puts his hands on his knees like it’s school picture day and squeezes.

She doesn’t reply to his orthodontist anecdote, and he doesn’t have a follow-up comment. If he opened his mouth right now, he’d probably say something else about the song that’s playing (blasting, honestly—is this torture? Is this a heroic trial? Percy’s trying to remember whether any of Hercules’s labours had this sorta unhinged Valentine’s vibe), and he’d probably borrow words from his mom’s vocabulary when she’s listening to old music on the radio—words like “funky” and “groovy.” Annabeth’s never even seen a movie and she’d probably look at him like he’s the one who’s out of touch. He can’t risk it. Words are overrated anyway, right?

That’s probably why the guy singing keeps using the same ones over and over.

Percy wonders if this is a record for the most times Annabeth’s heard the same question without answering it. Could the singer calm down with the “What is love?” already? Instinctively, Percy starts tapping his foot to the rhythm, but then he realizes Annabeth can probably feel his shoe striking the bottom of the boat and glances at her nervously. Yep, she’s giving him a look.

Laughing self-consciously, he observes, “Sounds like he’s trying to control a bunch of horses.” Annabeth frowns. Percy points vaguely upwards (because this tunnel is creepy and grungy, but no visible speakers? Alexa?) and hears himself singing along in explanation: “Whoa whoa whoa whoa-o-ah…”

Her frown deepens and he cuts himself off with an awkward cough, looking away into the water, his only ally here who won’t judge him for being so embarrassing.

Ok, maybe this guy does have to constantly ask himself “What is love?” because what else is he gonna do, talk about his feelings to another person? Percy’s getting the theme of this theme park now, not so much the devastating rejection part, but definitely how uncomfortable it is to have a crush on somebody. Man, if he liked somebody like that, maybe he’d go build a haunted amusement park about it too. Luckily, he’s—

He’s somehow staring straight at Annabeth.

Swirls of coloured light are reflecting up off the water that’s lapping the sides of their boat, making her glow purple and blue. Percy doesn’t have to be a son of Athena to know Annabeth’s pretty, but it’s never been, like, relevant. She’s super smart and careful and focused and good at planning. Percy was never gonna point out that she had this talent for prettiness unless they were in a situation where somebody needed to have really sparkly brown eyes or a face he’s kinda itching to cup in his (suddenly sweaty) palms, at which point he could save the day and be all, “Hey, Annabeth, you’re pretty! Why don’t you take this one!” And they wouldn’t think he liked her, just that he was resourceful.

But here she is, being pretty when the only crisis is that his heart’s beating a little too quick and he can’t scootch away from her without threatening to capsize the boat. Backup plan: look at his hands.

He’s making it weird, and it’s not, it’s not weird. Two people in an abandoned amusement park isn’t weird. It’s brave, and adventurous, and just because the song just said “love” for the millionth time doesn’t make it romantic! You can love lots of stuff. Hephaestus probably loved building this ride. Percy loves his mom. Loved his mom. Loves his mom. He’s curious what the word makes Annabeth think of, his gaze drifting sideways.

She’s looking at him. Percy’s eyes widen. Panic mode.

“Do you think Ares is really gonna eat all those burgers?” he blurts out.

“What?”

“At the diner.”

“Well,” Annabeth says thoughtfully, “why else would he order that many?”

“Intimidation.”

Her eyebrows raise.

“Ares is already the god of war.”

“And what’s a meal like that other than a war between a man’s mind and his stomach?” Percy reasons, feeling deep. If they survive this quest and Chiron’s looking for a Camp Philosopher, Percy could do that job. He has insights now. Would he have to wear a toga though? He’s seen that “Death of Socrates” painting at the MET, and those guys were going full bedsheet.

“But why would he bother?” Annabeth wants to know. “I think he’d be expecting us to be intimidated by him anyway.”

“Maybe he’s secretly insecure.”

“Maybe he’s just hungry.”

“Do you think everybody else could see how many burgers he had,” he ponders, narrowing his eyes, “or were they hidden by the Mist?”

“The Hamburger Mist? They were normal burgers, Percy.”

“Then explain why no one seemed surprised!” he demands. “Or impressed!”

“The thought of someone eating a stack of burgers that high doesn’t impress me.” Annabeth’s face scrunches in disgust. “Just makes me a little nauseous.”

“That could be seasickness from the boat.” And because another of his strategies is “speak now, think later,” after a second, Percy asks, “What would impress you?”

Her expression shifts into something like determination but softer. Yeah, with a little bit of a smile.

“Somebody who’d take on the Chimera alone so their friends could get to safety. That’d be pretty cool.”

That’s my story, Percy almost says, but he follows Annabeth’s gaze up the wall to watch Hephaestus’s play out instead.

#my writing #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #PJatO #PJatO spoilers #Percy Jackson fic #PJatO fic #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase #percabeth #percabeth fic

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Random Hazbin Men Headcanons

I couldn't help myself.

ALASTOR

He does have a tail, yes; that’s the reason why his coat is super flared out. It’s a wonder people haven’t seen it yet.

Well, it’s either the fact no one has seen it or he just brutally murders those who have already seen it

It doesn’t wag when he’s happy, though; he’s not a dog. Or rather, he can control it when he’s happy since it’s always slow. When he’s panicking or stressed, however, that’s a different story

It is sensitive. Please do not pull on it because it’s still connected to his spine and that shit hurts. Curling your finger along its fur seems to be okay, though

Ears are more sensitive than his tail. Because of their fluffy nature, just grazing a fingertip near the inside of his ears make them twitch.

Yes, it tickles.

He would never admit the fact that scratching the base of them feels more relieving than it should.

Actually had curly/wavy-ish hair when he was alive, and was devastated when he realized Hell permanently straightened his hair. He was grateful his hair maintained its volume, though

VOX

Most probably knows how to cook and clean and do all of that housework bullshit because of Vel and Val. They would never shut up about the fact that he couldn’t do that before

Is genuinely really good at baking. One of his guilty pleasures

Would spoil the people he feels close to (i.e., Vel, Val, and when they were still in contact, Alastor)

Knows deep down that he will never actually beat Alastor, but forces himself to believe otherwise because why would he give the stupid deer demon that satisfaction???

Despite the fact the man is literally all about modern technology bs, he barely knows what goes on in the less political/economic side of media. He only knows some things because of Vel and Val

Whether it be on purpose or not, like half of his mannerisms stem from looking up at Alastor before.

Genuinely loves electric swing and jazz just like Al (it was a coincidence), but since people associate those two genres with the Radio demon, he pretends to hate it and adore dubstep

He loves dubstep, too; he just hated the fact he had to like it because he didn’t want to be associated with Al (even if he made a whole song about him)

Would rather wear quiet luxury than extravagant clothing but he loves seeing people’s faces when they gawk at the amount of expensive shit he has

SIR PENTIOUS

Filthy rich. Unironically. HE BOUGHT A WHOLE CRATE FULL OF CARMILLA’S WEAPONS; ISN’T THAT SHIT EXPENSIVE???

One of his hobbies is doodling, and is actually really good at it

When he was alive, he probably had the most luscious, silk, gorgeous hair you’d ever seen. But then he probably had to cut it all off

Crawled on the ground for the first couple of months since his drop into Hell bc he couldn’t figure out his tail

He could make the most intimidating and dangerous machine in just a couple minutes but would struggle with a rubix cube.

VAL

Drawing, I’m pretty sure, is a canon hobby of his so I just imagine him studying Vox’s face and body to understand his weird ass proportions

You already know what his horny ass was thinking when he tried studying Vox’s lower body

Almost fried his brain trying to understand Vox’s TV screen

Usually his anatomy is incorrect with his shitty eyesight

Loves bold luxury

#alastor #vox #valentino #sir pentious #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel headcanon

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The curse of the Dark Phoenix

Chapter 2: under dark wings

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The bird was big. Easily the biggest bird Roman had ever seen in person.

If it stood at its full height, it probably would reach up to Roman’s hips… If Roman were standing next to it rather than being pinned underneath.

It’s cold, piercing gaze had him terrified, but he also couldn’t help but feel in awe of it’s beauty and power. As Roman met its gaze he got a strange sense that the creature was eyeing him not with aggression. Rather curiosity, caution…

Roman’s heart pounded in his chest. Given the way this creature appeared before them, it could only be one thing.

“A dark Phoenix,” he muttered in disbelieve. Even with the claws pressing into is chest it felt unreal.

“A real phoenix!!!” Patton whisper yelled, barely containing his excitement but not wanting to scare the creature away.

“Astonishing,” the prophetic mage breathed.

It had been a point of debate among them on whether phoenixes were ever real, rare or extinct. And now a real one was sitting on top of Roman.

“But why was it locked in a box?” Logan wondered as he carefully approached to get a better look.

Phoenixes, dark or otherwise, were considered good and pure creatures, with incredible magic and a strong sense of loyalty. There should be no true reason to keep one in a box.

“Maybe the mage was working on getting him out but got interrupted?” their shifting fighter suggested.

“Like maybe all that was left was the chains but something urgent came up and then he disappeared?”

Meanwhile, Roman was still locked in prolonged eye contact with the mythical bird.

“Guys!” Roman hissed finally losing his composure. “That’s a very good question and a valid theory. But can I get a little help? I’m getting a little freaked out here and… Huh?”

With a pensive tilt of its head, the bird jumped off Roman’s chest. Which was a lot better for his ability to breathe. He was still standing over Roman and inspecting him carefully, but now Roman felt he could move. If he dared.

“Can i…Can I get up or…?” he asked the creature feeling a little stupid, but he had moved when Roman said he was freaking out so…

And indeed the bird did a few steps back and let out a cry that Roman felt was meant to be a confirmation. Finally the phoenix looked away, taking in his surroundings.

Roman got up and looked at his friends. Logan’s eyes were sparkling with fascination. “It’s like he can understand us…” he whispered pensively.

“Aw, it’s a smart birdie,” Patton coed adoringly.

They all stood back and observed the bird inspecting the forest surrounding them and then the tower and the garden surrounding it. There was no doubt in their minds that the bird was actively assessing the situation.

“He’ll probably want to go home,” Patton sighed sadly. Roman nodded. That would be understandable. It was a devastating loss of opportunity to learn about him but they couldn’t force him to stay and they could not delay their mission to chase after the creature either.

Maybe if they kept in mind which direction it flew they could go on a search once they succeeded in this quest.

The bird turned back towards them and took each of them in. And then… Roman could almost swear he let out a tired sigh. The type his parents used to make whenever he’d gotten carried away and there was nothing they could do but clean up the mess left behind.

Then the phoenix eyed the tower once more and then, with breath taking force, launched himself in the air and took to the sky. Watching him fly off was a bittersweet delight.

“Aaand, he’s gone,” Patton said, a little saddened as they all were. Chances were they’d never fully understand the why and how of this creature and the box. But at least he was free now…

“Oh no wait!” Patton called out as they realized that the bird halted his ascend near the roof and flapped his wings, creating a gust of wind so strong they heard a window shatter and then he did a loop, flawlessly making his way inside the study.

“He’s going to hurt himself,” Roman gasped.

“Or destroy a clue,” Logan added while following the medic back inside and up the stairs. From the sounds they expected an even bigger mess upon arrival, and that was the case… But also not.

The phoenix had pulled out several scrolls, but none seemed torn. Not only that, but he’d opened several hidden compartments in the floor, the cupboards and the desk.

“Is he trying to be helpful?” Logan wondered as he gathered the selected scrolls and started reading them.

“Oh, such a good boy. Good birdie, smart birdie,” Patton coed.

“Wouldn’t do that Pat,” Roman warned, practically feeling the annoyance radiating off off the creature. “How would he know what we are looking for?” he pointed out inspecting the revealed space in the desk. “We didn’t even mention our mission here.” He found a box with what seemed to be random junk. Dried flowers, pieces of fabric, marbles…

Strange. Mementos of childhood maybe? The arch mage was rumored to be older than some towns… So maybe he kept this here for sentimentality sake? The space was rather big for just this small box… Roman was pretty sure the box the Phoenix had been held in could fit in there as well.

“I think you are right Patton. He must’ve left here in a hurry. I am almost certain I found where he usually stored the box,” Roman mused. If it hadn’t been an emergency, he would have put the box back where it would be safe rather than leaving it in the open.

“These scrolls are written in code or else using a jargon lost to time…” Logan mused, sounding frustrated. “It’ll take a while to decipher them in either case. But from what I can gather this was still a work in progress. The last thing he was working on before disappearing. Somehow the phoenix has selected the most recent scrolls out of boxes and boxes of them,” he pointed out, glancing at the bird in question in awe.

“We gotta figure out what to call him if he’s sticking around,” Roman noted.

The bird let out a cry that seemed to agree.

“Tiny?” Patton giggled, letting out a yelp when the Phoenix jumped in front of him and spread his wings in a very clear “fuck off” gesture.

“He doesn’t approve,” Roman translated, just in case.

“Oh, sorry birdie, didn’t mean to upset you,” Patton offered still kinda in that baby voice.

“I’m telling you Pat, I don’t think he appreciates the baby talk,” Roman insisted.

“Besides a pet name sounds… A bit beneath him?” he pondered.

The way the bird straightened himself made Roman feel like he was on the right track.

“Then maybe a human name. As he seems to have close to human intelligence, maybe Vincent?” Logan offered.

The phoenix cocked his head.

“Better but not quite… Maybe something cool… Like Reaper, or Midnight, or Storm… Oh,” Roman looked down at the phoenix who’s interest seemed piqued.

“You want us to call you Storm?” Roman asked.

The Phoenix, or rather Storm, let out a confirming cry.

“Well, okay then Storm. Thank you for helping us out. Not sure how you knew what we were doing here. But it probably would’ve taken us a lot longer to find all those compartments on our own,” Roman said.

“Do you think he used to belong to the mage and that’s why he knows his way around?” Patton suggested.

Roman didn’t even need to look at Storm to figure the answer to that. “I don’t think he’s the domesticated pet kind of Phoenix Patton,” he stated.

“You seem exceptionally good at interpreting Storm,” Logan pointed out. “From where I’m standing he looks mostly… Grumpy and annoyed. No offense,” he offered sincerely.

Roman didn’t immediately have an answer for that. He knew that it wasn’t just him interpreting body language. It was more like he could almost feel the emotions radiate off of Storm. Not constantly. Mostly when Storm was trying to make something clear… Was this an imprint thing? Like baby ducks thinking the first living thing they see is their mother? Had Storm chosen him as his ally just because he was the first he saw? That didn’t sound quite right. He hadn’t trusted him when he first appeared. He’d taken his time inspecting him before deciding Roman was safe to be around.

“Storm, no! Let Roman at least make sure these are safe to eat,” Patton scolded, pulling Roman’s attention from his musings and towards the present where Patton was keeping a box away from Storm.

“Ah yes. I’d imagine he would be hungry after being reborn,” Logan mused.

Roman approached Patton and Storm. “The tower has been abandoned for a while Storm. Whatever you found is probably long spoiled. I wouldn’t use any of these herbs even for the simplest of spells,” he offered as he took a look at the Box Patton had retrieved from one of the floor hiding spots.

There were already a few boxes with amulets of all kinds in them. One with old letters, those should probably be left alone unless Logan’s magic deemed them essential.

And the one Storm was so interested in that contained…

Roman paled. “What’s wrong Ro?” Patton wondered.

“These are all level 5 or higher,” the herbologist explained. Logan and Patton froze. You didn’t need to be especially well studied to know that only level 1 and 2 herbs were considered safe to use. Level 3 existed in a grey area. 4 ran a definite risk of lasting damage and form then on the risk only got more severe. Ashes were an 8 by example, the highest category. Protocol advised against even touching the stuff. And considering how easily Storm’s ashes had reacted to Roman’s magic without him even meaning to that was a wise decision.

Roman closed the box carefully and put it down. Nudging Storm away. He really wanted to get to that box. “Those are not going to be good for you Storm, trust me on this,” he pleaded.

Storm looked at him and again, Roman felt like if the creature could sigh he would. It was more an ‘I think this is stupid but if it makes you feel better fine’ sort of sigh.

“Thank you,” Roman said relieved.

“Ahm, Ro, I’m a little scared to open the last box now…” Patton admitted showing him another box that looked identical to the one with the extremely restricted herbs in.

Roman took the box and opened it, relaxing instantly. He’d been sort of ready to find a fossil or something intense like that.

“This seems to be ah… More recreational in nature,” he informed the others as he closed the box again.

“Oh,” Patton said, a little embarrassed that he made a big deal over nothing.

“Why are there still high level herbs in here?” Logan wondered concerned. “Surely the arch mage knew better than to keep them around.”

They all thought on that. “High level ingredients still hold a lot of power… He might have been holding on to them in case something big came up.

A last resort…” Roman suggested.

Storm screeched unimpressed by the gravity they put on the situation. Intelligent or not, Roman didn’t suppose he could expect a bird to really understand these kind of things. A plant was likely a plant to them. Or maybe a phoenix had nothing to fear from high level plants. Maybe to them it was just food… Speaking off.

“You know. I think Storm isn’t the only one who should eat. Let’s settled down for a minute, have dinner and then we can start on trying to see if we can find a lead today.

We are to touch base with the consulate at sunrise tomorrow and as cool as ‘we found a phoenix’ would be… I think we better focus on the mission we came here for,” Roman surmised.

His friends agreed and together they settled on the floor, all sharing a bit of their provisions with Storm who chirped in the most pleasant way he’d done all day. It would seem he appreciated the food.

Once they were done eating, they all went back to work. Storm had been a great help but they should double check to make sure nothing was missed. Roman was trying to get something shiny that was stuck under the desk when he noticed Storm was sticking by his side, observing him.

“You really have no were better to be huh? I’d think you’d want to get back to wherever you are from as soon as possible,” he mused as he finally got his hand on the cool round thing that had been evading him for an annoying amount of time.

He sat back up and looked at the phoenix. “You know… It’s kind of special to me to meet a phoenix. Not just because you are rare. I have… A connection with your kin, so to speak,” Roman tried to explain. And while he didn’t think he was doing a good job, he felt as though Storm understood him just the same.

Suddenly Storm perked up and looked at the destroyed window.

“The sun is setting,” Roman noticed, wondering why that had Storm’s attention. Maybe due to its coloring it was safer for him to fly at night… Was that what he’d been waiting for?

Roman felt a little disappointed. He still didn’t know for certain what this strange connection was he felt with Storm, and if the creature left, he might never know.

Still he wasn’t going to keep him here if he had other places to be.

Storm hopped himself over to the desk, flew up to the window, let out a cry -that strangely didn’t feel like ‘goodbye’ but ‘be right back’, and then flew out. Maybe he was going hunting? Roman supposed no one knew for sure what a Phoenix would eat and Storm was a very big bird so he might need something more filling than the nuts and fruits he’d accepted from them earlier.

“Aw, did Storm go home after all?” Patton said disappointedly.

“I think he might have gone hunting…” Roman offered.

“I would be more skeptical but you haven’t been proven wrong in your translations yet,” Logan allowed… Reluctantly?

“Logan, are you jealous?” Roman teased, laughing as his friend flushed.

“No!” the bookish mage insisted.

Roman just laughed and went back to studying the little round stone. There were inscriptions in it he wasn’t familiar with, but he had that feeling where a word was at the tip of your tongue. As his fingers caressed the stone he familiarized himself with the composition of the stone the way nature had beat against it. It had come from a beach somewhere, it had been taken from it’s home a long time ago, 80 years maybe? The engravings dated back to that time too.

There was magic in it, obviously. Old magic, it felt impatient, from disuse maybe…

Suddenly Roman was pulled out of his musings by a chocked gasp from Patton. It had gotten dark but outside something was glowing.

Roman got up and rushed to the window.

Storm was sitting in the grass, looking up at the rising moon. The silver light somehow reflecting on his feathers in shades of teal and purple.

Storm spread his wings and a mix of shadows and light swirled around him. It was mesmerizing yet terrifying.

Logan and Patton stared at the display along with Roman, unsure what to do.

The mass of shadows and light started to take some kind of shape and to the trio’s shock, turned towards them.

Before they could react in any way the half formed mass moved. It was at the top of the tower in an instance and rushed past them, leaving them all shaken by the feeling of so much uncontained magic moving past them.

As they stood there frozen in shock, a light shone from the room behind them and a deep, hoarse voice spoke.

“Hello there.”

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❧ 6. Stray Cat

❧ Masterlist - Previous - Next

❧ A/N: Sooo what are we feeling so far, ya'll!

"The weather keeps on getting worse, huh?"

Concern had the black-haired male's mouth twitching into a partial frown. Above him, strokes of light animated the sky in a battle that had even frightened away the stars. The sounds of the aerial conflict was startling too - to say the least. The rumbling was enough to mimic a minor earthquake, which was why Kuroo was considering abandoning his plans for the night. A single kilometre remained on his journey, but the streets were now flooding and his desire to attend a party in soaked clothes was close to 0.

For a moment, he had to wonder, just who angered the Gods above? As this was perhaps the worst storm he had witnessed in his entire lifetime. Okay, 25 years may not seem much to most - but it's two decades and a half!

After exhaling an elongated breath, he managed to convince himself to continue a bit longer. Kenma seemed to desire his presence, and there was also Koutarou who had almost separation anxiety. The thought had him chuckling lowly to himself. And as for his clothes, someone would lend him something, right?

Eh, that was a problem for when he actually arrived.

The pathway to classroom H9 was mostly deserted, although he did pass by a few stragglers rushing to find shelter. The scowls on their faces and the curses uttered under their breath had Kuroo shaking his head with a faint smile.

The rain appeared to be the primary adversary for the students of Sacred Arms Academy today.

Well, except for one.

A lone occupant could be observed on the bench ahead, sitting with her head against the backrest. What stunned Kuroo was that she was simply accepting the disastrous climate. From his current vantage point, he could not make out whether or not her eyes were open. However, he could see clearly that her face was taking most of the brute force of the rain.

The scene resembled a painting; one that would cause viewers to pause and ponder what exactly happened to the subject of the work. Was she heartbroken? Was she lost? Or was she purely insane? Or was it something beyond the average person's comprehension?

Before Kuroo's mind could catch up to his feet, he was already moving towards you. Whether it was sympathy or the pull of curiosity, he did not know. And as he proceeded closer, a strange thought occurred to him - was she hiding her tears in the rain?

The identity of the person only registered when he was stood right beside you. Mikage Y/N. Reo's older sister. The one the younger male was worried about.

Upon closer examination, it was easy to determine that you were outside for at least 15 minutes. Not an inch of your face or body was spared from the wrath of the harsh weather. Mascara was smudged on the corner of your eyes, and yet you still somehow looked breathtaking. Truly a worthy subject for a piece of art.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to use an umbrella when it rains." Kuroo shifted the umbrella within his grasp as he leaned in, it was large enough to cover you both to a degree. But he was content with getting a bit of rain on himself now. Perhaps, you inspired him just a bit.

Your heavy eyelids flutter open when you hear the unfamiliar male's voice. If you were in a different mental state, you probably would have been startled to see a handsome man peer down at you. But after enduring your father's latest lesson, you were defeated and desired nothing more than to drown in the rain devastating the city.

"I didn't ask for your kindness." Your attention lazily flickers to the umbrella now sheltering you before returning to the man ahead. He's staring so intently with curiosity twinkling in his irisies. And all you can do is return his interest with an empty glare.

"There are some things you don't have to ask for." Although he was hesitant for a second, a playful smile tugged at the end of his mouth. "And I'd be a pretty big asshole to ignore a stray cat without an umbrella." He had prayed silently that his teasing remark would at least earn him a smile. Or even a crack in your cold facade.

Oh, he was surely mistaken.

"I'm not an animal that needs saving." To catch the male off guard, you lifted yourself from the bench suddenly, causing him to stumble a step back. Surprise morphed instantly into amusement as he took in your unusual stance. "And let me give you a warning, since you clearly need it. Unnecessary kindness can kill. You're going to school with cutthroat assholes, you might as well learn to behave like one too."

Despite the pellets of liquid colliding with your body, you crossed your arms over your chest protectively. Sure, you probably came across as a lunatic. But it was better that way. Nothing in this life came free. Everything came packaged with expensive price tags, and you were exhausted from continuously paying the price.

"Anyway. Please stop looking at me like that. I also didn't ask for your pity, and I don't deserve it either." Pressing your teeth together, tension formed along your jawline.

Just why was this man so interested in you? Why had he not left yet? Why was he still standing there, watching you with those damn eyes?

"I'm not sure what you're talking about and why you're so angry. But accepting help in a shitty moment isn't a bad thing. It doesn't make you weak." Honestly, Kuroo had no standing to attempt to reason with you. Yet he found himself rooted in his spot and overcome with a desire to comfort you. It probably had to do with the moment earlier, when you secured gazes. He had never come across someone with eyes that displayed true and unadulterated sorrow. And while he knew virtually nothing about you, his chest was overcome with heartache.

No one should have to suffer that much.

"I didn't ask to be taught a lesson. I've had quite enough of those. And I understand the world well enough." Why were needless words spilling from your lips easily to a stranger? Even that question puzzled you. Did you not just spend an entire week avoiding conversation with your colleagues?

The only reasonable possibility was that your father's manipulation had commenced its reign over your mind. His desire - no.

His instructions were for you to become a socialite, one that everyone envied but no one was able to touch. A lethal individual truly, one that every man knew to remain clear of. It had appeared your two-minute conversation with the gamer had reached your father's ears, and he was rather displeased. That was why much of his lecture focused on how a lady is to behave around men.

And the person in front of you was certainly a man, and an incredibly attractive one. Not that it mattered.

Right now, you appeared as a damsel in distress. When in reality, this was a form of suffering you had chosen.

"So, I'd suggest that you go on your way and stop looking for people to save. Because clearly your hero radar is broken." This was the final thought you had selected to vocalize. It was enough to repel any ordinary person. Who would want to waste their time on an ungrateful bitch?

Right?

"Wow, my hero radar." A hand was sent to his chest to feign hurt from the strange insult. However, by this point, your back was turned towards him and you were already starting to walk away from the scene. It was peculiar just how confident your strides were despite the fact you were undoubtedly soaked and shivering.

Internally, the voice of rationality suggested that he leave you alone from now on. But it was the other voice that was much more convincing.

For some bizarre reason, he felt compelled to seek you out again. And based on the whispers in the hallways, he knew exactly how to make your paths cross again.

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Passing on the blade, a Fukuzawa and Akutagawa theory

In the wake of the s5 finale and me rereading the manga I've been looking at the characters more closely than I did in the past, looking for interesting dynamics, similarities, or fascinating possibilities. During this time I have begun to notice the odd similarities in both Fukuzawa and Akutagawa's stories, and after the ending of the decay of anger arc I can't help but feel they're about to intersect.

But first let me explain the similarities I have noticed in these two story arcs. One of the first things I noticed about these two is that Fukuzawa seems to be an Akutagawa who has already gone through his character arc and joined the side of the light, this is because of what we know of Fukuzawa's backstory before he met Ranpoe. He describes it as him not knowing whether he was killing for the sake of his country or for the sake of his own bloodlust, it's clear that despite himself Fukuzawa found some joy or pleasure in killing if for nothing else than to prove his skills and who dose that sound like?

Akutagawa

Of course their reasons for being down such a path are vastly different but the end results are still the same. However, the president was able to realise this and pull himself away from that dark path, and were beginning to see that same transition happen in Akutagawa due to his deal with atsushi. I believe by the s5 finale we've seen Akutagawa enter that grey transition period that we find the president in before he met Ranpoe, where he's not really sure what he wants for himself but he dose know that he doesn't want to be what he was before.

This stage of development I have deemed the "Lone samurai arc" where the characters take time away from their typical organisations or paths to contemplate themselves and the futures they want.

But of course aside form those narrative links we also have one of their strongest narrative connections at this point in this story and that is their respective connections to Fukuchi.

It's clear by the end of this arc that Fukuchi has had a profound impact on both Fukuzawa and Akutagawa's development. He was the one who kickstarted Akutagawa's rebirth by taking his life and forcing him to come to terms with many truths he had been running from on the form of sacrificing himself for Atsushi. Whereas Fukuzawa is left distraught and angry by the end of this arc being incapable of killing his best friend and being forced to go along with Fukuchi and Fyodor's plot, with Fukuchi sacrificing his life for the sake of Fukuzawa and the world.

I am very curious to see this mans future impact on both of their stories as Fukuchi appears to have been the whirlwind that knocked Akutagawa onto the right path whilst dislodging Fukuzawa from his.

There's also the fact that Fukuchi shows explicit interest in Akutagawa as a student, now whether this was genuine is up to debate but I believe it is. as I believe if the offer to train Akutagawa as his personal student is a fascinating choice for Fukuchi, it's very clear he didn't want to kill akutagawa to the point he took out Bram specifically to revive him. But the question is why? well I think it's because during their battle I think he saw a little bit of Fukuzawa in this crazy boy who challenged him and almost won.

After all the only reason Fukichi won that fight was because of the space time sword, otherwise he's have been screwed. And I can't help but wonder did Atsushi tell the others about this interest, will it get back to the president who just lost his beast friend but still has to boy he explicitly chose to spare and wished to teach.

I wonder if that will stir something in him.

This is the part where I enter theory territory but I think after this arc Fukuzawa is going to take a step back from being the president of the ada, at least for the moment. He's devastated at this point in time and probably feels responsible for all that has happened since the entirety of Fukuchi's plan hinged on him being pupated around and Fukuchi in the end got what he wanted, he succeeded. And the entirety of the ada, hell even the entire world had to suffer for that to happen so, he probably won't feel fit to lead the ada.

And this is where Akutagawa comes back into the picture, now he's just survived being killed, turned into a vampire and now the end of the world or whatever the heck happed during the two hours after Fukuchi's death. So, overall the guy has been run ragged and is probably going through a lot physiologically with having to cope with ALL of that.

Plus he's finally shed Dazai's coat and his mentor is on the other side of the world, he couldn't be further away from Dazai if he tried. And I can't help but feel that this is purposeful on Asagiri's part, without Dazai's constant influence for the first time Akutagawa has been given the space to think with a clear head and make his own choices.

And this is where I feel Akutagawa and Fukuzawa's plots will finally start to intertwine.

Now, I think we can all agree that Akutagawa's new outfit is fire but as it's been joked about it looks suspiciously like a knights armour and I can't help but wonder if there's as reason for that. We know from interviews with Asagiri that out of all the Characters in this story Akutagawa is the one who goes through the biggest change, and I can't help but wonder if one of these changes is taking Dazai off of his pedestal and excepting new influences, new mentors into his life.

And that might included Fukuzawa, devastated after his best friends death but also desperate to sooth the guilt he feels for all of Fukuchi's crimes. Maybe he'll feel a kinship with Akutagawa who is just as lost as he is and in desperate need of guidance after Fukuchi shatted his world by killing and reviving him. They might just be what they both need during this trying time.

Plus every knight need his sword and I can't help but feel it would be thematically approbate for Akutagawa to begin welding Fukuzawa's blade or hell even the space time sword as an alternative to Rashomon, a way for him to not solely rely on his ability. It can also represent Akutagawa taking back his power and agency by wearing the very weapons that tried to kill him as a power to protect other and himself.

It could also be seen as Fukuzawa passing on his legacy to the new generation of Double Black and finally allowing himself to rest.

But that's just a theory.

*Edit* apparently there's been Akutagawa and blade symbolism longer then I thought. (Quote from Dazai in the dark era)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd spoilers #character analysis #bsd theories #bsd meta #bsd akutagawa ryunosuke #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd fukuzawa #bsd fukuchi #bsd fukuzawa yukichi #fukuzawa yukichi #bsd season 5 #bsd season 5 spoilers

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Since everyone is sharing their theories on this part of the trailer, I will share mine for anyone interested… (Warning, this is dark)

I don’t think they’ll do the whole “everyone gets sucked off at once” thing. I think they’ll think it’s too obvious, that’s why all of us are expecting/talking about it and also why that’s probably not what it’ll be.

That leaves the options of it being a flashback to some ghost we are unfamiliar with being sucked off in a flashback, or it being Mike or Alison after they die being sucked off. They already did the ‘one of us gets sucked off and we mourn them’ thing last year with Mary so I don’t think they will do that again. Plus, it had the most possible emotional impact with Mary because it was one of the ‘core Ghosts’ that we knew… so I’m almost they won’t introduce a new ghost to do a subpar version of the same exact storyline again.

Kiell said the ending was ‘very final’… the remaining options for who is being ‘sucked off’ and/or what they are all looking sad/apprehensive about are that either Mike or Alison dies. I don’t think they’d have Mike die, that might’ve been a fun ‘what if’ plotline in an earlier season so he could’ve interacted with the Ghosts some, but it doesn’t have any real weight if that’s the big ‘final koment’. After all, presumably if he stayed Alison could still see/interact with him plenty, and the Ghosts might find it interesting to ‘meet’ him but they’re not going to have much of a stake in whether he stays or goes because their relationship isn’t with him. So, at this point I don’t think there would be any real reason for them to end it that way or for this to be their reaction if that’s what happens…

So that just leaves my theory, that Alison dies in the house in the last episode. That would be a perfect mirror for the first ever episode, where they’re gathered around Heather Button as she does, and they’re all wondering if she’ll stay or pass on. In the last episode I think they’re doing the same with Alison, except they’ve got much more of an emotional stake in her staying because they actually have a relationship with her at this point. I think after she dies she is ducked off immediately, because that would have the most emotional impact and finality to it.

As an added bit of devastation to this theory, it could also mean that poor Mike lives the rest of his days believing that she is still ‘with him’ as a Ghost, and it breaks the Ghosts hearts knowing that he’s wrong, and they can’t even tell him. I don’t think they’ll show this but but if the programme ends with Alison dying and being ‘sucked off’ like I predicted, then this is something we can assume might happen afterwards in our minds and how tragic is that. 😭💔👻

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts theories #mathew baynton #larry rickard #ben willbond #lolly adefope #kiell smith bynoe #martha howe douglas #jim howick #simon farnaby #charlotte ritchie

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fand0mh03 · 1 year

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Hi, I was wondering if you’d mind writing about what the Evans would think of you if they found out you were cheating, I’m in desperate need for some entertainment and yours is very fulfilling :)

How the Evans would react to you cheating on them

Tysm for your request, they’re so fun to write!!

Tate Langdon:

He’d be absolutely heart broken

He loved loves you, so for you to just discard him so easily, his entire world is shattered

He would lock himself up in the attic for days, refusing to even look at you, trying to process your confession

You beg and plea for him to come out and to forgive you, but he just can’t

He’s so shocked, he really thought you’d never do this to him

He feels betrayed, how could you just forget him so easily? After everything he gave you?

His sadness soon becomes replaced with anger, and before you know it, you’re one of the ghosts trapped in the murder house

His thought process behind killing you was so that you’d be stuck there with him forever, no matter what anyone did, so hopefully you’d fall back in love with him

Kit Walker:

He’d want to know the reason to why

He would be so devastated, not only for him, but also for the kids

He would be very conflicted on the topic of whether or not to get back with you

He’d want to know with who, and the thought process you had behind cheating on him

He’d try to stay strong, but end up crying

He just can’t believe you could even imagine doing this to him

He thought you two were forever

Kyle Spencer:

Pre death

Wouldn’t want to talk to you for a while

He just can’t t comprehend it

He too feels betrayed, he told you everything about his past and heavily depended on you for comfort

He doesn’t know what to do

He wouldn’t trust you at all

He would so badly want to, but he just wouldn’t be able to after you did that

He would also cry

You would want him to still stay with you so he could get away from his mom, but he just wouldn’t want to be around you

He needs time, and alcohol

Jimmy Darling:

It’s a whole cluster-fuck of emotions for him

He feels betrayed, angry, sad, and jealous because the person you cheated on him with was normal and wasn’t a freak

He would cry and scream at you, trying to find out what he did wrong to make you cheat

He would have a break down. A major break down, sobs racking his body, and he pushes you away as you try to comfort him

He couldn’t imagine doing something like this to you, so why on Earth would you do this to him?

Why would you do that to him?

That’s pretty fucked up

Kai Anderson:

lol you’re screwed

Dude he’s pissed

Like you should be scared for your life type of pissed

He’d lock you in that weird closet wardrobe thing for either 3 hours or 3 days

Would scream at you and hit you

Would fuck you to show you who you “belonged” to

I’m sorry what

Anyway

He took the expression “fuck you” waaaay to seriously

Also you probably didn’t even cheat on him, he just saw you talking to someone and got angry

Evan Peters

Wouldn’t talk about it to interviewers

You two would fight and yell at each other (although idk why you’d be yelling at him)

Although, he’d probably forgive you (he shouldn’t)

He wouldn’t fully trust you, since you know, you were just silly and goofy and decided to betray him

He would try to be understanding and try to get things back to normal

You’d probably sign up for couples therapy

#Kai Anderson #kai anderson x reader #Kit walker #kit walker x reader #jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #kyle spencer #kyle spencer x reader #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon headcanon #evan peters #evan peters x reader #ahs freak show #ahs asylum #ahs cult #ahs coven #ahs murder house #ahs

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Kicking off Cozy Corner Kinktober with the “weirdest shit first” principle. But this whole series will probably be weird. Most of these will be rated E. Heed pairings, warnings. Er… enjoy? If you feel inclined?

Prompt #22: Tentacles.

Marionette (Homewell)

Warnings: very much dubcon, horror elements I suppose, and um, tentacles. Canon divergence at S1E8. AO3 link.

She wakes up feeling groggy, extremely drugged up. “I can’t feel my legs,” she mumbles when she sees the overhead lights and some people in surgical masks above her.

Homelander pushes them out of the way and comes into her view, stroking her face. “You’re awake,” he says quietly, worriedly, and god, are those tears welling up in his eyes? It’s not that she hasn’t seen him cry before, but she can’t think of a time when he’s cried over her. She must be in pretty bad shape.

“Where’s Teddy?” she asks, in spite of herself, knowing it’s not what he wants to hear, but she can’t help it. It’s the foremost thing in her mind right now.

His expression hardens a little bit, but he answers. “Teddy’s fine. He wasn’t harmed.”

“You saved him?” she asks breathlessly.

“Yes,” Homelander answers stonily. “Yeah, I got both of you out, but I couldn’t get the stuff off of you quick enough. You got pretty injured.”

She doesn’t care. When that deranged psychopath intruder decided to set off the C4 around her body she had zero hopes of surviving. Her last anguished thought was about whether Teddy, who was sleeping peacefully in his crib upstairs would be hit by the explosion, or even if he wasn’t close enough that perhaps the entire house would come crashing down.

“But Teddy’s not injured? He’s alright?”

“Yes, he’s completely unharmed,” Homelander reassures her. Then pauses before adding, “Yes, I got him out unscathed.”

She’s marketed Homelander as a hero for over two decades now, but this is the first time she believes the hype. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I love you. You’re so incredible.” She’s crying. Some of it is from the pain that’s starting to assert itself through the fog of the drugs, but she’s overjoyed.

“Madelyn, you need to– you’ve been really injured,” he says, those tears back again. “You’re technically on life support right now.”

She tries to nod in understanding, but she can’t really move her head. She can’t see anything but one of the lights above her isn’t on and she can see her distorted reflection in it. Her face is bandaged up. Her body is bandaged up, and looks like it’s not even whole. But it wouldn’t really surprise her.

“Madelyn, I’m going to do everything I can to save you, alright? Just don’t… just don’t die on me.” He looks so devastated. She wishes she had her hands at her disposal (does she even still have her hands?) to cup his cheek reassuringly.

“I’ll try not to,” she says. “I don’t want to leave you all alone.”

Homelander sniffs back tears and disappears from her line of sight, but she can sense that he’s buried his face somewhere near her body on the hospital bed, and she can hear his crying, muffled in his arms. She hears someone come in and vaguely hears that they’re upping the morphine and falls back into an uneasy sleep.

~~~

She dreams many things in her sleep, awful things, painful things. It’s to the point where she wonders whether she woke up at all. Perhaps this is one long journey to death and her brain is giving her what feels like a long ride on the way out. But it’s not like her life flashing before her eyes. She starts out not feeling her body much at all, and then it starts to feel like she’s growing back into it. But it’s painful, incredibly painful, like searing burning and prickling pain. She hears people discussing her care, she can pick out Homelander’s voice among the cacophony of different unfamiliar voices, and though she can barely comprehend the words, knowing he’s there somewhere in her hospital room is reassuring.

~~~

She opens her eyes and sees a different ceiling above her. She draws a breath and happily notes that she can actually feel her body now, and it’s not all pain. She flexes her fingers open and closed. She’s definitely weak, but she can move. She can turn her head too, and look toward a window that has sunlight streaming through it.

“Madelyn!” she hears from the other side and turns her head to see her favorite hero quickly step closer to her bedside. “How do you feel?”

“Much better,” she says, although her voice still sounds crackly, maybe from disuse. She had no idea how long she was out. “I can feel everything again.”

She raises her hand tentatively and touches her own face. There are no bandages there. “Didn’t I get burned?”

Homelander’s smile is indulgent– she knows it well, it’s the one he puts on for the lucky few children in the death ward of Memorial Sloan Kettering who made a wish to see him and the scheduling worked out. So she grows apprehensive. “What- what happened to me, where am I?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassures her, maybe realizing that she knows him too well to be indulged with anything less than the truth. “You’re in Vought Tower.” Of course. She should have recognized those diagonal mullions on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“They released me?”

Homelander hesitates. There’s something he’s not saying.

“Homelander.” As she begins to get voice back, she’s able to assume a more imperative tone with him.

“Okay, I just- I just don’t want you to get angry,” he says and his eyes look askance.

“What’s the matter, what did you do? Where’s Teddy?” A thousand wild thoughts suddenly run through her head, thoughts that make no sense– that they somehow used Teddy, maybe even killed Teddy to restore her. She doesn’t trust Homelander with Teddy, even if he did save him from the explosion. She has an instinctual fear of having Teddy out of her sight when Homelander is involved. “What did you do to him?”

“What?” Homelander asks, making a sour face. “No, Teddy’s fine! Teddy’s here in the Tower too, down on the daycare floor. What do you think I am? That I wouldn’t make sure he’s watched after?”

“I’m sorry,” she says, realizing how paranoid she sounds. “I just- haven’t seen him. Please, can I… Can I just hold him?”

“Yeah, not a problem,” Homelander says dismissively. “No what I wanted to tell you, but I think you might get angry, is that Mount Sinai gave up on you. Said you’d be on life support for the rest of your life, at best. Said you might even die of the burns and organ damage eventually. So I carried you out of there and took you to the Vought doctors like I should have done in the first place.”

“Did you inject me with Compound V?” she asks. Why would she be angry about this? They administered it in a way that she survived. They restored her back to life, and now she’d actually see Teddy and hold him in her arms.

“Are you angry with me?” Homelander asks and maybe her vision is still a little blurry but he looks so young when he says it– head tilting as if he’s wincing at giving her the news.

“No, my darling, why would I be angry?” She opens her arms and he leans down awkwardly to be embraced by her but taking care not to place any of his weight on her chest. “Thank you for finding a way to save me.”

He’s beaming by the time she releases her arms and he rises. “You know,” and she can tell he’s smug about something. “I only knew how to up the chances of successfully doing that because of the stuff I learned with the Middle East experiments.”

She didn’t scold him when he first told her the night of her promotion, and she sure wasn’t about to now either. “Thank you. You’re wonderful. You know, you should share what you learned with the people working on this at Sage Grove.”

“Fuck’em.” Homelander huffs. “They’re just going to take the credit. I did what they couldn’t. There’s only one person I don’t mind taking credit for my accomplishments, Madelyn.”

She nods tiredly. She may have physically recovered, but her head’s not fully back in the intra-Vought machinations game. “You’re right, thank you, sweetie. You’ve always helped me so much.”

He beams again. “We make a great team.”

Something occurs to her. “Did you give me a full dose? Did I get some super ability?”

Homelander shrugs. “We’re not sure. You were mostly out for the count until now. I haven’t seen anything yet, but doesn’t mean you won’t notice it later on.”

She nods and hesitates to ask the next question, but she has to. It’s starting to kill her. “Darling, could I please see Teddy? He must miss his mama.” She takes care to put the emphasis on Teddy’s needs and not make it sound like she’s the one desperate to see her child.

Homelander’s smile fades a little, but then he raises his brows and starts nodding as if she’s asking for something trivial. “Of course. I’ll bring him up myself.”

“Thank you,” she says, keeping her voice even and smiling amiably, even though the thought of Homelander holding her child in his arms makes her deeply uncomfortable. She can’t let on that that’s how she feels, that she can see how pathologically jealous he is of her attention when Teddy’s in the room, that she wants him as far away from Teddy as possible.

~~~

Nobody at Vought seems to really have a grasp on how or why specific powers develop in particular individuals. Madelyn wonders if the many times she lamented only having two hands while trying to hold Teddy, wipe his spittle, grab her diaper bag, put a ziploc of animal crackers into it, put his hat on to protect him from the sun, and lock her door behind her led to her predicament.

Her power manifests about a week after she’s up and about, and about two days after she’s back in the office as if nothing happened to her. She doesn’t want any of that sorry business to jeopardize her promotion. Most people, even higherups at Vought, only heard that she had been the victim of a home robbery that ended with the perpetrator detonating himself. The news had never reported that she had very nearly died in that explosion.

Her powers manifest while she’s struggling to change Teddy on the Koala Kare plastic foldout changing table in the bathroom. Teddy had a toy he was chewing on and then suddenly decided to fling it away. Before she could even process that the toy would land on the dirty bathroom floor and she’d have to wash it thoroughly and maybe disinfect it, a tentacle whipped out of her torso and caught the toy in mid-air. She stared at it aghast, not immediately understanding that it was her body that this appendage was coming from. She took the toy back with her hand cautiously and waited for the tentacle to slowly recede and somehow disappear back into her body. Her smartly cut business shirt was ripped though. She had to put a jacket over it in her office. This wasn’t exactly the superability she’d have wished for, but it could have been worse, she supposed. The question was, was this just one tentacle she could whip out? How much control would she have over this? She wasn’t keen on having anyone know about the state of her body. There was only one person she could really turn to for guidance.

She has no interest in testing this at her workplace. She drives home, and arranges for Teddy to spend the night at the babysitter’s house, sits down with a glass of wine to settle her nerves, and is about to text Homelander a rare invite to come over when she hears him already landing on the roof.

“You left work early,” he says, a distinct note of concern in his tone.

“Yes, darling, I was just about to invite you over, actually. I need your help with something. Have a seat.”

He sits down in an armchair, taking care to move his cape to the side, and leans forward with keen interest, waving dismissively when she offers him a glass of wine. She recounts what happened, and how she can’t summon the weird appendage back out, but she’s pretty sure she needs motivation. Homelander seems excited by all of this. Maybe it’s because she’s finally infused with Compound V, and it’s another form of intimacy between them, who knows. He goes to the kitchen and brings back dinner plates.

“Just stand there and hold one of these in each hand,” he instructs her. Just when she’s about to ask what he intends to have her do he flings another dinner plate just past her. Her body freezes in apprehension, but sure enough the tentacle whips out and catches the third plate.

“HaHA!” Homelander is giddy with glee, even clapping once in triumph at having figured it out. “That’s amazing. Works like a charm.”

She’s annoyed but can’t argue with his method. Now that she has the attention to study the tentacle, she finds herself repulsed that this is part of her body. It’s flesh colored, but with suckers that are darker, like small human lips in fact. It’s thick, muscular and fleshy, and triggers her fear of snakes a little bit.

“It’s so ugly,” she whispers. Then she notices the tentacle whipped out on the other side of her body this time. It’s the second shirt she’s ruined today. She unbuttons it and casts it off once the tentacle has retracted into her. She keeps her bra on, but Homelander stares anyway.

He approaches her, cupping her face and kisses her. “It’s not that ugly,” he murmurs when he pulls away for a moment. “I’m glad you’re a supe now too.” He seems to be genuine because he goes right back to kissing her, greedily, intensely, but she enjoys it well enough. She’s not sure what’s happening when she suddenly feels not one but two tentacles sprouting somewhere out of her torso. They seem to have a mind of their own but she can also feel things through them as they twine themselves around Homelander’s wrists and up his arms. It’s a very strange sensation.

He pulls back and laughs, watching as the tentacles pull his wrists back from around her. “They’re fucking strong!”

“Still think they’re not ugly?” she asks, raising a brow, watching as two more tentacles emerge from her and head down to wrap around his ankles, even as he smiles and shakes his head. She’s sure he’s not actually immobilized if he tried fighting back against them, but she watches as her tentacles actually lift him off the floor– something she couldn’t dream of being able with her own arms even after this Compound V injection.

He looks at the four tentacles raising him up, creeping and twisting around, locking his elbows and knees, still smiling, although his eyes betray a little uncertainty. “Wow, how many do you have?”

She’s not sure why her body is instinctively responding like this. She can’t exactly control these appendages– they seem to operate independently of her own mind– but she also can’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction. In many ways, this is what she wants to do with him– keep him in check, control his movements, treat him like the fucking marionette he was bred to be.

He doesn’t seem to protest. A fifth tentacle appears. She’s as curious to watch where this one will end up going as Homelander is. It approaches his body slowly, pausing in front of him before poking him at the waist.

“Madelyn… hey, Madelyn…?” Homelander’s eyes flicker to the tentacle and her face. “What are you…”

“I don’t have control over them,” Madelyn says woodenly, a bit mesmerized as she watches the tentacle insinuate itself down his pants and then drag them down his thighs, the sound of threads ripping because they weren’t undone. It’s strong fabric. It shouldn’t be ripping this easily.

“Madelyn,” Homelander says sternly, probably upset that his suit is taking a hit. He jerks his arm in an attempt to free himself, and she cries out, feeling a sharp pain in an appendage she didn’t know she had until today.

“What?” he asks, concerned.

“It hurts when you fight against them,” she says, gritting her teeth.

“I thought you said you can’t control them…?” he asks, sounding sheepish about having hurt her.

“I can’t control them but I can feel them. And I can feel you too,” she says, and the last words make his cheeks color slightly. The tentacle tugging his pants and underwear stops when they’re at mid-thigh and travels back up, easily seeking out and wrapping around Homelander’s half-hard cock.

“Fuck!” he moans, jerking at the sensation.

Another couple of tentacles reach out for him, reaching into his suit flap and carefully unwrapping him until his whole front is uncovered from beneath the layers of blue and red. The tentacles attach themselves, flat side to his chest. She can’t really see, but she guesses one of these mouth-suckers would fit right over his nipple. If she concentrates, she can actually feel the tentacles seal over and somehow suck his nipples in. He bucks and arches at the sensation, but the tentacles keep him in place as best as they can, and he doesn’t fight against them, probably afraid that it’s going to cause her pain if he does.

“Madelyn, please…” he keens.

“Please what?” she asks, genuinely curious what he’s pleading for at this point, given how she feels his cock throbbing inside of one of her tentacles.

“I just…” he tries to say something. “What are you…”

“You feel so good. And your body’s so pretty like this,” she says. It’s not even calculated to get him to be docile, but she feels him go limp and submissive in her grasp. She’s trying to get control of these things. She wants to feel control and feel that’s the one holding him and twisting him however she wants. She wants more tentacles.

More tentacles emerge, as if on demand. The ones holding him raise his body up like some sacrificial victim, and he looks the part– panting, red faced, his suit partially undone and hanging off his body. The tentacles unclip his cape– it’s as if they’re becoming more deft with each motion– and she starts wondering if she is getting some level of control over them. After they lay the cape down gingerly on the floor, Madelyn wonders if she can really direct them. The two tentacles travel up to his body. She turns and maneuvers him to get the view she wants, ass facing her, legs pulled apart as far as the uniform pants will allow, each tentacle attaching to an asscheek spreading him open.

“M-Madelyn, I don’t want…” he starts protesting, but very quickly another tentacle emerges and slides towards his face, pushing itself between his lips and jaw when he tries to say what it is that he doesn’t want.

He tries to say something else, but all that she can hear is “Mm-mmm-hmm-hmm”.

“Don’t bite,” she admonishes him when she feels his teeth sinking in, and he obeys and opens wider, even as she shoves the tentacle further back into his throat.

“Darling, don’t ruin this moment, just relax,” she says when she feels how tense his body has gotten in her grip. She finally pushes a tentacle into him from the back, enjoying the muffled noises he makes and the squirming he’s probably trying to minimize.

She holds him suspended in the air like that for quite a while, not feeling any real fatigue. The poor dear reaches orgasm a handful of times– she wasn’t counting carefully. All she really has to do is move the tentacle around his dick ever so slightly. There’s always been very little refractory period in his body, and he seems to be perpetually turned on while being held in this bizarre bondage.

She sits and finishes her glass of wine, turning him when she gets bored of one particular view.

He must be enjoying it at some level, eyes clouded over– you could almost mistake it for sleepiness, but she knows this look. He drifts into some kind of childlike mental state when she hits certain triggers for him. But his eyes are also welling up with tears. Maybe it’s actually painful to have those thick tentacles stuck down his throat and up his ass. Maybe he’s getting desperate for oxygen, because he probably hasn’t been able to breathe with the tentacle down his throat. Or maybe– more likely– it’s the indignity of it that’s getting to him. She needs to give him something.

“Look how much Mommy loves you. I don’t even want to let you go, want to make sure you’re so well taken care of– your whole body. You like being full of Mommy?”

He nods weakly.

“You’ve been so good– saved Mommy. I’m so grateful that I have such a good boy to always help me out.”

He inhales deeply and closes his eyes before opening them again, and looking at her.

“You look so delicious. No one else will get to see you like this. Only me. Isn’t that right?”

He nods along, eyes rolling back and thighs trembling when she moves the tentacle behind him in and out a few times to underscore her words.

#cozy corner kinktober #tentacles #homewell #madelyn stillwell #homelander #the boys #the boys tv #fic #mystuff

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craft essay a day #11

took a couple days off because i got a plot bunny for a fic that turned into a short story that turned into a novella that turned into a novel but might still be a novella depending on whether i want the main character to commit a murder or if i just want everyone to have a good time.

"The Sword of Damocles: On Suspense, Shower Murders, and Shooting People on the Beach" by Anthony Doerr, The Writer's Notebook II: Craft Essays from Tin House

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filed under: plot & conflict, structure, pacing, process

summary & my thoughts

in 2017 i was at tin house and i went to Anthony Doerr's lecture on simile. i use the word "lecture" loosely; it was closer to a performance. the guy's got great energy. i was so inspired by his lecture that i skipped the next one and returned to my room to start writing a new story, one that would go on to get published, win an award, and become my writing sample for the next four years, including my PhD application. i think that story was so successful in part because i wrote it only as a way to practice what Doerr had taught me about the work of similes. in fact in put so many similes into this story that when i workshopped it later, my professor wrote a little note in the margin that said, "not everything has to be like something else."

i wrote the thing to practice similes, and i ended up taking all the similes out. so it goes.

later, i attended Doerr's reading. having an audio processing issue, i'm really not a fan of readings. i would be able to listen if i could just look down at my phone, but that's rude so i end up only really getting disparate sounds and the occasional fleeting mental image. so i sit there in the back, bored and wishing i could process sound without requiring a second sensory stimulus.

with Doerr, a miracle happened: somehow, there was something about his sentences and paragraphing that made me able to understand what he was saying. for a brief, shining moment i understood the cultural obsession with podcasts. he was reading an excerpt from a short story, and i was hooked. and then it ended on a cliffhanger. so, being in the back, i left right before the end of the event and bought his book, hoping that when i asked him to sign it, he would tell me where i could find the story.

i was first in line. i gave him the book to sign and asked about the story. he said sorry, it wasn't published and probably wouldn't be. devastating. as he was signing my book, he looked at my badge which had my name and listed my genre as creative nonfiction. he asked what project i was working on. i was somewhat taken aback by this (because his line was now a mile long and also why would he care?), and told him the truth: "i'm writing a memoir on fanfiction."

over the years, i've been pretty open with just about everyone regarding how cool i think fanfic is and that i write it. it's not something i'm ashamed of and i'm generally not afraid of being judged, because it's an awesome and wonderful thing that exists in the world, and anyone who thinks otherwise has no idea what they're talking about and probably isn't someone i care to know. i've talked to dozens of authors, editors, and agents about fanfic and for the most part receive mild and polite curiosity as they attempt to align what i'm telling them with what they know of publishing. ultimately i'm sure they dismiss it, but for a beautiful couple minutes, i introduce them to something new.

(not a single person i've ever spoken with has known anything about fanfic. to us it seems so huge, but in literary circles, some people haven't even heard the word fanfiction.)

Anthony Doerr's eyes went wide. he gasped. he glanced around as if having a grand epiphany and said, "everything is fanfiction, isn't it? everything is inspired by something else."

"yes!" i said excitedly, appreciating that he and i are both excessively, possibly offputtingly, enthusiastic people. he signed my book, For Beth! A fellow writer. Your fan, Tony.

unfortunately his line was getting even longer (that's what happens when your book wins a Pulitzer i guess) and we had to cut our conversation short. a week later when i got home, i cracked open his book (all the light we cannot see) at, i don't know, 8pm maybe, and didn't go to bed until 5am when i finally finished it.

which is all to say, what Anthony Doerr says about writing, i listen to.

his essays are a lot like Mary Ruefle's in that he kind of talks about and around a general topic, and as such, this essay is a bit hard to summarize. in the vein of Wayne Booth he also leans heavily on dissecting block quote examples, and so this is a very long essay.

he begins with a disclaimer: "i'm an absolutely terrible writer of suspense. i use up most of my sentences describing trees or snow or light." i actually lol'd at this because i use his short story "The Hunter's Wife" in my lesson plan on developing imagery, and specifically refer to his detailed descriptions of trees, snow, and light.

he introduces the idea of "suspended suspense," or the moment of the story at its apex and relishing in the length of time it hovers there.

"I'm more interested in measured, proportionally handled suspense; the kind of suspense that makes you simultaneously want to skip forward a few paragraphs and to find out what will happen and dwell for as long as possible inside the slow blister of rising action."

he goes on to pull my favorite move of any craft essay: elaborating on the etymology of the term he's discussing, in this case "suspense," which comes from the latin "pendere" which means "to hang."

he talks about the idea of a plot being the thing in a story that is always ticking down to zero, and then compares storytelling and the concept of an obstacle to sports games and the reason people watch them.

"One way to look at games, tournaments, and seasons is that they are essentially highly formalized structures designed to produce obstacles. Why? Because obstacles are delay, and delay produces compelling narration."

Doerr believes that the draw of suspense is the ability to create a kind of anxiety outside of reality where one can feel emotions within the safe bubble of narrative structure. the story, after all, must always end, but life continues on.

he elaborates on two ideas in relation to suspension: interruption and diminishing returns. he cites a study which declares that humans crave interruptions in anything lasting. taking a break at work, for example, or an intermission at a play.

"Maybe interruptions—slowing down scenes just at their most pleasurable—are a way of making the sensations of vicarious anxiety and longing feel acute to us for as long as possible."

of the law of diminishing returns, he says that humans "crave newness" and that part of the allure of a break is to make new something pleasurable and familiar. for example, savoring chocolate by eating it slowly.

"...a huge percentage of writing your most climactic, emotional scenes is about learning to go very slowly. One has to learn to trawl the attention through the texture of the dream."

while all of this is great in theory, it doesn't really address the practicality of writing the damn thing. my favorite rule of thumb is "when the action is hot, write cool," an adage from Debra Gwartney that is certainly prescriptive but something i always keep in mind regardless. action hot, write cool is more or less what Doerr is saying. he's saying, slow down and take your time, while Gwartney is saying, the way to do that is to create narrative distance. my go-to example is the climax of the personal essay "The Fourth State of Matter" by JoAnn Beard, in which we become so distant from JoAnn's point of view we reach into the point of view of someone else.

climaxes are my least favorite thing to write. once i reach them, i skip all the way to the end of the story and write backwards, until the only thing left to write is the climax. i can't say whether or not this is effective advice, because i simply can't do it any other way. if there's a better way, i don't know it.

but i do have something you can try when you finally have to buckle down and get it done:

climaxes are generally the most emotional and visual part of a story. it's where the internal conflict meets up with the external conflict, and therefore you're dealing with both interior narration and sensation, and external movement of bodies in space. you should not expect yourself to handle all of these things at once. you only have one brain, and these sorts of scenes take two brains, maybe even three (how can you expect yourself to be inside your character's perspective while also standing outside of it to direct the action?), and so sometimes you have to layer them.

for your first pass on the climax: work on blocking only. all you're doing is rendering bodies in space. who are the characters in this scene, where are they in relation to each other, and what are they saying. how do they get from A to B interpersonally and/or physically? let's say your characters are finally having their first kiss. you have two bodies that have to go from not touching each other to touching each other. you potentially have some discussion between them. don't worry about dragging it out at this point per Doerr's recommendation. just get mouth A against mouth B. this is more or less only a light pencil sketch of the scene.

second pass: you've focused on the movement, now you go in and add the static details involving the sensation of the kiss and any other external detail your character is attending to, like an airplane flying overhead. most writers like to elaborate on what a person tastes like, which personally i think is weird and unnecessary because i as a reader don't really need to know what someone had for lunch, but whatever. you do you.

third pass: interiority only. my favorite way to pace out a climax is to allow your narrator access to time. allow them to think into the past, into something we don't know yet, or have them realize something, or whatever. let them think. you're controlling the mind of your narrator; use that to your advantage.

if you need to, make a pattern of it: blocking sentence, external sentence, internal sentence. movement, feeling, thought. of course, you're going to revise the shit out of this whole scene later hopefully and so you'll be able to move things around and rewrite as necessary. but in terms of just getting the whole thing onto the page, i find this layering technique pretty useful.

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My Hero Academia Chapter 403: The End of an Era and The Beginning

It's been a while since I did this mainly due to being busy with Grad School (which I'm almost done with thank god). But, I don't think a chapter has gotten me this hyped since Shoto Todoroki: Rising and Ochako's chapter where she saves Toga. Since the chapter is officially released, I can scream, cry, and kick my feet with you all in these bullet points. God, I love My Hero Academia, y'all.

• First off, HOLY SHIT KATSUKI BAKUGO IS ALIVE!!!!!! Apparently, it has been over 400 days since he was initially killed and brought every Bakugo lover to their knees in tears including myself. I still remember leaks night when that happened and pretty much everyone was in mourning. Then leaks night happens for his revival and everyone is celebrating like it's the second coming of Christ or something and I'm with them!

• We all knew that Bakugo would come back to life once Edgeshot started surgery on his heart, but it was the way his resurrection would be executed that I was wondering about. I can see why the whole "Edgeshot suddenly sacrifices himself to save Bakugo" would lessen the impact of his "death", but I really don't care much anymore because the way Kohei Horikoshi brought Bakugo back was SO good!

• Think about it: All Might is on the brink of death in the hands of All For One. All the red flags are there including the flashback of baby Toshinori (SO CUTE BTW LOOK AT THAT BIG LAUGH🥺) and his mother (whom he absolutely inherited his hairstyle from) in this very chapter. Gentle wants to help save him, but he's focused on keeping UA in the air. Every pro hero, UA student, and the Big 3 are either severely injured, passed out, or too preoccupied with something else to take on AFO. And even Izuku Midoriya, his protege, is busy dealing with Tomura Shigaraki in order to prevent him from turning Japan into dust. The only other person who can possibly save All Might now is Bakugo despite probably still being seriously injured himself.

• And this is great for Bakugo because this is his chance to save All Might. Not only is All Might his idol and his hero, but he is also the man Bakugo truly believes he destroyed after being kidnapped in Kamino Ward. I still believe Bakugo hasn't truly forgiven himself for that yet and this would be his way of redeeming himself. This reason alone is why I don't think All Might will die in this final arc. And if he does, I will be devastated because I really want to see him survive until the end.

• I am going to conclude this by commenting on how incredible Horikoshi is not just as a writer but as an artist because holy shit he needed that 2 week break. We got an incredible WSJ-colored Cover Page, a chapter-colored cover page, and then 15 pages of peak fiction. Those final pages once it's revealed that Bakugo is alive will live in my head rent-free for the rest of my days. ESPECIALLY THOSE LAST TWO PAGES HOLY SHIT! THE FACES, THE TEARS, THE WAY TIME SUDDENLY STOPPED WHEN THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER 💚🧡 The way Horikoshi draws All Might, Bakugo, and Deku is astounding and makes me cry. Those are his adopted sons. Those boys are soulmates in some capacity whether you like it or not. It may be the end of All Might's era, but it's the beginning of a new era; a new generation of heroes with Deku and Bakugo taking the lead. I can't wait for next week!

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hii 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 I'm curious on your opinion on something from the Ozzy route.

I'm doing a research run right now, and I was wondering what you thought about him rekindling Grace's hope after MC's fake dumping, then not calling things off with Grace as soon as he could've? (I've shared my thoughts on it here)

I've just found it hard to wrap my head around on my own, and it's been difficult because I do like his character otherwise 🥺

Oof, yeah, that was brutal 😭 I have my own headcanon for why Ozzy behaved the way he did, but ultimately the reason is poor, lazy writing with no branching. Unfortunately, fb wrote a lot of his actions/dialogue so it would be the same if you romance him or not. There’s variation, sure, but you didn’t have to unlock his route and it has become abundantly clear in recent seasons that our choices don’t matter. So whether you plant a big smooch on him when you get “dumped” or you turned him down flat, his immediate reaction post Casa is basically the same, with maybe an extra meaningful look. Boo.

My headcanon is this- we know Ozzy is indecisive and takes things slow. And he’s driven by doing what’s right or respectful of his partner, which is Grace. So his head is turning to MC pre-Casa; they’re vibing, and he’s definitely shown that he’s more into MC than his partner, but Grace hasn’t given up. Ozzy is torn between what he thinks is the right thing to do and his heart. Then MC gets fake dumped and he’s devastated. He and Grace chat about continuing but his heart’s not in it. Then Casa happens and he’s left with a rocky partnership and a broken heart. So the infamous threeway kiss happens, which pushes him further into a guilt spiral. But he still thinks he needs to do the right thing and stick with Grace so she isn’t dumped. He’s finally made a decision and then MC is back. But he can’t put it in reverse, so he follows through with Grace, until he can properly chat with MC and see where her head’s at.

Fb blew it with MC’s reveal, too. Saying the boys saw her on the postcard was so anticlimactic. So let’s say that did happen- they probably showed MC kissing or flirting with one of the boys, causing Ozzy to doubt if what they had was real. Another reason for him to stick with Grace so he doesn’t look like a fool if MC returns with a Casa boy.

So that’s my excuses for his behavior 😅 But I’m an Ozzy apologist through and through. Even if his actions don’t make sense, I believe at his core he desperately wants to do the right thing, if he can figure out what that is. And ultimately he does, it just takes him a while to get there.

Thanks so much for the ask, lovely! 😘💕

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