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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Can we get more Luisa smut? (my favorite one u wrote was when she went to get a massage)

You absolutely can! Let's see what I can give my lesbians today!

(Next time ill do some Luisa with a guy, i just kinda feel like i don't feed the lesbians enough)

(Also thank you, I AM kinda proud of that one)

"Luisa! You didn't have to, really!"

"No no, it's cool, I do it all the time!"

Luisa had been making friends outside of the Encanto ever since it opened up. In this case, as she moved one cow from one pen to another, she was making friends with Mr. Daire's daughter, Annabelle. She was a pretty lady. A bit short, pink little lips, cute cheeks, little pigtails. She was short too, with...well, there was nothing wrong with THINKING these things right? She had a large chest. Like. Really large, it was kinda hard to ignore it. Suffice to say Luisa found her adorable. Not that she'd say anything, obviously. It was his daughter. Even if they were the same age. Even if she wasn't married or that she really liked her.

She smiled as Luisa put the last cow in the pen with a huff.

"Well, thank you, then. I'd move them myself, but they're mighty heavy, and stubborn as stubborn could get."

"Hey, they're nothing on donkey's, lemme tell you."

Luisa chuckled as she closed the pen, and looked towards the horizon. Sun would be setting soon, she should go home.

"Well, that's done. I should be heading back-"

"Wait! If it's uh, not too much trouble, could you stay? This is the first time I've been home alone, and Papa isn't back yet. Just so I can feel safe? Please?"

Luisa shouldn't be left alone with such a pretty, helpless lady. She wasn't a deviant or anything, but looking at those begging eyes gave her...thoughts. But, never wanting to disappoint people, she nodded.

"Alright, just till he gets back-"

"Perfect! I can give you a snack while I'm at it, for all the hard work you've done!"

She'd never been in their house, come to think of it. It was nice, if a bit different than what she was used to. Apparently owning a dairy farm put you in good standing. Go figure. Annabelle had her sit down at the table, before giving her some snacks. Bread with butter and jams, some muffins, sliced cheese, and of course, a cup of milk. Luisa hesitated.

"This is all super nice, but I'd hate to eat you out of house and home-"

"No no! You sit at the table, you eat properly on it. Please, go on."

Luisa shrugged, before helping herself. Everything was fresh, delicious, as one would expect.

"Mmmph- it's all REALLY good. You make all of this?"

"Mmhm! Even the cheese. Papa says a woman should know how to make proper cheese. Namely for a husband. Even though I can't say I wanna GET married..."

The frown on her face could melt the coldest of hearts. Luisa put down the food, and reached out to hold her little hand.

"Hey. I'm sorry you got that pressure on you. Really I do. I get what it's like. But just know, he shouldn't make you feel like you have to. No one should."

She smiled, bringing her hand up to her lips, and kissing it. Her lips were so small and soft, she couldn't stand it.

"You're so kind Luisa. I wanna get married to someone like you one day."

She knew her face erupted in blush, she could feel it, and even hear it in her awkward chuckle.

"No, you don't mean that-"

"Oh but I do!"

Annabelle scooted closer to put her hand on her bicep, letting her hands wander and admire.

"I'd wanna marry someone kind like you. Someone strong, and sweet, and...pretty."

Don't ask how it happened. Don't ask how this little lady was suddenly standing there, hands on her muscles, with her eyes looking longingly into hers. And definitely don't ask how she leaned in to kiss her. Don't ask how such a pretty lady ended up on her lap, and certainly don't ask how Luisa's hands ended up on her pretty little thighs.

"I...really shouldn't be doing this here-"

"You could take me upstairs?"

Thats not at all what she meant. But who was she to say no? She carried her effortlessly up the steps, into her room, and almost yelped when Annabelle yanked her into bed with her. She crawled onto Luisa's lap, her voice sweet as cream as she helped Luisa peel off her clothes.

"You're so pretty, Luisa. I always looked at you through my window when papa had you help in the fields. You look so good in my bed."

Despite the size difference, Annabelle made it VERY clear that she wanted to take the reins. Not that Luisa minded, she liked being pampered, thruth be told.

"I didn't uh, know you felt that way about me. Kinda wish I knew earlier."

"So we could've been doing this sooner?"

She giggled, leaning in for a second to pepper her neck in little kisses. Luisa, ever the sensitive girl, squirmed under her touch, liking how she was being kissed, just a bit too much. Listen, Luisa had just the weakest spot for cute girls who admired her strength, could you blame her?

"I just, well I mean, sort of? Not that it's ALL I see when I see girls, obviously, I'm...I'm just rambling."

She felt her mouth clamp shut however, upon realizing they were both in their under clothes. She moved FAST for a seemingly innocent little lady.

"S'okay. I like your ramblin', and I like you."

She kissed her nose. Then her lips, then her chin, her neck, her chest, right between her breasts, before seeming to stop at her stomach. Annabelle just looked so cute, leaving lipstick marks in her wake and having her cute butt in the air. Luisa liked a lot of things about girls, and their ability to be so cute was one of many reasons. Her little hands softly parted her legs, and she let her little hands roam, in fascination.

"Your legs are so pretty. And so soft too..."

She sounded distracted as she started to kiss them. Lips leaving little streaks of pink in their wake, and Luisa had to force herself to keep them open.

"You uh, shouldn't talk like that. I mean it's sweet, and I like it, like a LOT-"

"But it's making you wet, isn't it?"

Luisa was starting to think she wasn't as innocent as she let off. But as her little hand rubbed her through her panties, she realized she didn’t care.

"Y-yeah. And then I'll...cum, and I make like, this really weird face when I cum-"

"I want to see it."

Luisa shouldn't be doing this. But she watched as she sat up, and stripped herself of her underwear. A cute amount of hair, and like the rest of her body, it was full, voluptuous. Luisa felt herself internally screaming as it was suddenly pressed up against her lips, and the legs wrapped around her face.

"I wanna see it from up here. From between my thighs. Please, Luisa. I know you like helping people, help me."

Annabelle leaned back a bit, reaching past Luisa's underwear, and starting to rub at her folds. Luisa couldn't help it anymore. Women just smelled so sweet and nice, all while still smelling like sweat and nerves. Luisa clung to her thighs, and started to lick and suck at the pussy presented to her. Shit, she even tasted good, borderline indulgent. Annabelle squirmed above her, moving her hips a bit to push her towards her.

"Oh...Luisa. You're so good to me. You're so pretty and nice and special to me. You're the only one I've wanted to touch me like this. I feel so safe with you. So cared for..."

Luisa wasn't just getting wet from her fingers, she was getting it from the compliments and the praise. Luisa didn't get compliments often. Least, not like these. Usually it's just about her being strong or helpful. But no. Here, she was pretty, and she was nice.

"And I wanna look at you all day. I wanna look at you, and hold your arm like I'm y-yours and I want to kiss you over and over and-oh fuck Luisa you're so good at this-!"

She was unraveling the poor thing. It wasn't Luisa's fault though. The juices that flowed onto her tongue shouldn't be so sweet. Her tongue exploring every inch of those pretty folds shouldn't have felt so good and felt so right. It even felt good, muffling her own moans in that pink little pussy.

"Luisa please, rub this spot too, I promise I'm getting closer!"

She guided Luisa's hand to her clit, and Luisa obeyed, rubbing it in little circles, and making her whine as if she was being too much for her. Annabelle had such a pretty face when it was this flustered. Luisa would've considered her innocent, had she not pulled up her bra to reveal her tits, with a giant smirk. Luisa felt herself getting closer, just from watching them bounce a bit with every movement. Consider her a cliché, but Luisa always did prefer bigger breasts. They just looked so lovely and comforting, like you could take a nap on them.

"Hold...still...imma drop you..."

Luisa muttered against her, making Annabelle whine even further.

"I c-can't, I've...never had this done before, and I want more. I've...always wanted pretty Luisa to eat my little pussy, I knew you had a pretty tongue Luisa, I knew it!"

Luisa should've been a pinch more gentle, but this girl was currently fingering the hell out of her own pussy, and she wanted to just cum for her already. She squeezed a bit into her skin, and ate her way right into her heart. She used her lips to suck on her already soaked clit, used her tongue to push inside of her and fuck her with it. Her walls were so tight, she knew it was all unexplored territory for the poor girl. It overwhelmed her so much, she put both her hands on the headboard, and started to buck against Luisa's face.

"Shit shit SHIT! Luisa, right there, please please please, I'm-!"

She didn't get to finish as she tossed her pretty head back, and came. She squeezed Luisa's face with her thighs, and now, Luisa could kinda see why people always asked that from HER. Annabelle was apparently so overwhelmed, she fell right over to the other side of the bed, flushed and panting. Luisa wiped the cum from her mouth with the back of her hand, chuckling.

"You happy?"

"I...I think I was seein' stars. You felt SO good...~"

Luisa chuckled, sitting up and about to get her clothes on, when Annabelle grabbed her hand.

"I'm sorry, you didn't finish. Do you...uhm...want to...?"

"Want to what?"

She watched as Annabelle rolled over to her, till she was laying on her chest, her own breasts against hers. She had such pretty eyes too.

"I don't know. What does LUISA want? You're so pretty and wonderful, I want what makes YOU feel good."

Luisa thought about it for a moment, before leaning in just a bit closer.

"I...I wanna kiss you. A lot. Kissing...really gets me wet."

Luisa wasn't the best at dirty talk, but from her smirk, something told her she didn't mind at all.

"Okay, I'll kiss you. I'll kiss the pretty lady till she feels so good, she can hardly stand it."

One kiss. Two. Three. Four. Five. All of them earnest, and tasting faintly of berries and cream. She wanted so much more. Wanted her tongue deep in her mouth and-

"Annabelle! Girl, where are you?!"

She suddenly jumped and stared at the door.

"Oh he's back he's back- quick, put your clothes on- Luisa is helping me move my dresser, papa! I lost something under there!"

"Well good! Thought you were messin' with some boy for a minute!"

Luisa got dressed quickly, and was about to head downstairs, when Annabelle took her hands in hers.

"He'd be mad if he found out about this."

"About you liking girls?"

"That you took my virginity. I was supposed to save it, but I...I REALLY like you. And next time you come over, I wanna do it again. I want to do a LOT of this again."

Luisa leaned down to kiss her lips, before nodding.

"You will. I promise."

Luisa didn't know how she made it home without losing her entire mind. But when she did make it home, she sat at the dining room table with her sister's (and tìo Bruno), and face planted onto the wooden surface. Isa frowned, tapping her sister's shoulder.

"Luisa? You okay?"

"Why are girls so H O T?!"

"No clue. But I thought you liked guys?"

"I like guys too-WHY IS EVERYONE HOT?!"

Bruno looked up from his sketch for only a second, before returning to his work.

"Global warming."

#not transformers #asks #encanto #lemon #am i sold on her being official for Luisa? no not really #but Luisa deserves to have flings if she wants

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zzzzzzzzzzoom · 2 years

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What about a Encanto AU where the grandchildren instead of getting random gifts, they get sub-versions? Example: Camilo gets the gift of shapeshift into natural elements.

Encanto AU: What if the grandkids got gifts related to their parents'?

Thanks for the awesome idea @geluatekurama! Of course, I still kept some aspects of their canon gifts in the movie!

Isabela

On the day she gets her gift, a variety of medicinal herbs and spices grow at her feet. Her room is a beautiful green garden full of lush grasses and hanging vines, and it reminds Julieta of her own room in a way; she couldn't be prouder.

For the first few months, those are all she can grow, and she uses them to make healing pastes and give the townspeople spices to flavor their food. But soon, she learns how to grow flowers, and not just the normal kind.

Her flowers are special and therapeutic, where just a whiff can relax someone and uplift their mood. So she grows her flowers, pretty and pink, and everyone sings her praises.

As she grows, she forgets how to grow her herbs, because everyone (especially her Abuela) asks for the flowers, nothing else. Her room shifts from a lush jungle to a flower forest, and Julieta worries, but if this is what makes her daughter happy, so be it.

(She's not happy.)

Dolores

Dolores touches her door and her head fills with everyone's quiet murmurs and excited whispers. And it scares her, but her fear only seems to make the noises louder.

She runs into her room immediately, looking for anything to shut out the noise, and lets out a relieved sigh when the noises don't follow her in.

Her Mama and Papa knock on the door, and she lets only them in, explaining what just happened. When she mentions how the voices got louder when she started to cry, an understanding look passes over Pepa's face. So she requests that the party go on downstairs, and Dolores will join them when she's ready. She's calm when the three decide to come out, and the voices, wonderfully, aren't as overwhelming as before.

She learns how to control her emotions with her mother, because getting upset would only amp up the voices she can't control hearing, and she hates that. By the time she's 10, you can rarely see her be anything but calm. Deathly calm.

(If she locks herself in her room for a week after hearing about Mariano and Isabela's engagement, too scared to face the screams outside, well, that's her business.)

Luisa

By the time Luisa is 5, the adults already have an inkling of what her gift would be like. They've seen the similarities between Isabela and Dolores' gifts with Julieta and Pepa, and they wonder if Luisa will be the same.

It looks like simple super strength at first, and the parents chalk up the similar gifts as a coincidence. But when Luisa goes out to work for the first time, they instantly see Julieta's healing powers with her.

As she carries carts and donkeys around town, the minor ailments of nearby villagers, like colds or muscle pains, go away. It's about as effective as Isa's healing powers, and nothing like their mother's, but it helps all the same.

And so she's pushed to run all over town, helping and healing her town. The moment she stops moving, her healing powers stop too, and she can't let that happen.

(Sometimes she wishes to slow down, maybe lie down in a hammock and drink some lemonade, but she sees her little sister try her best to move a pot that Luisa was supposed to, and she knows she can't let her carry the burden.)

Camilo

With the first three grandkids having inherited similar gifts, everyone has their own theories on what Camilo's would be. If you asked Camilo, he would say that since his big sister got an emotion-linked gift, he should get the other half of his Mama's gift: a weather gift.

And he did.

As soon as the magic flows through him, he instinctively transforms himself into a Camilo-shaped blob of water and launches a waterball at his older sister immediately. She retaliates by throwing a shoe at him, which passes through his water-body anyway. So now Dolores is drenched, Camilo is cackling, and Pepa is relieved that her son doesn't have a troublesome gift like them.

He spends a lot of time with his Mama in the first months, trying to emulate her weather clouds. So far, he can turn into water, snow, or wind (he doesn't get how to turn into a rainbow or, you know, the sun, but he's not giving up). He uses the latter the most, breezing through the town and helping out wherever he can.

He can also manipulate the weather to some extent, though not as much as Pepa.

(He stares at the sky sometimes, wondering if he's left a part of himself in the air, never to return, but he can hear his name being called and he slips away, pushing that thought deep, deep down.)

Antonio

After Mirabel's letdown of a gift ceremony, people worry about Antonio. But Mirabel walks him to his door, and it glows, and magic flows through him, and he's fine.

A cloud appears next to him, and it shapes itself into a toucan, squawking at him. He grins, saying, "I understand you!" and everyone celebrates with the new gift.

He can create animal familiars out of elements of the weather, it seems. With Camilo's guidance, he basically creates an entire forest collection, with birds made of clouds, capybaras made with water, and jaguars made of snow. And he can communicate with real animals through his familiars, so that's a bonus.

He loves his gift. It's all he's ever wanted.

Mirabel

The week before Mirabel's gift ceremony, the town is alight with their own theories. Mirabel loves helping her Mama in the kitchen, so Julieta hopes she gets a cooking-related gift. Her sisters notice how much she likes to sew, so they think she can gift her threads with protection, that'll keep people from getting sick.

It all comes down to nothing when the door disappears before their eyes.

She grows up, she continues to sew and make crafts, she tries to help, but is always pushed aside. She waits on a miracle for 10 years, only to learn she's the harbinger of a curse threatening to break down their entire Encanto.

(Little does she know, she alone has the power to heal the greatest wound their family has. It takes a confrontation with Abuela, a golden butterfly, and a newly constructed Casita for her to realize it.)

#encanto #encanto headcanon #encanto au #school has been kicking my ass recently :')#can you tell i was having a bit of trouble with figuring out luisa and dolores' gifts?#welp anyway this was very fun to do #disney encanto #mirabel madrigal #encanto headcanons #the madrigals #la familia madrigal #madrigal grandkids

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cal-writes-never · 2 years

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can you do a Luisa Madrigal x reader, maybe Luisa gets jealous and doesn't know how to deal with those feelings? :D have a good day!!

when luisa gets jealous

thank you so much for requesting!! <3 on second thoughts i should've made this as a oneshot, but what's done is done (i'd also like to apologise for the notable slip of quality towards the end, it's 3am rn and i just really wanted to get this done, if there's anything you'd like me to redo pls lmk!! i'd be happy to)

pairing: luisa madrigal x gn!reader

type: fluff, headcanons

summary: how both you and luisa act when she gets jealous

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- there is a lot of trust in your relationship with luisa, so more often than not neither of you even bat an eyelid when the other has been hanging out with someone a significant amount

- however, there have been a couple of occasions where it's got to you

- and when you get jealous, you feel safe enough to tell luisa about your feelings, and she'll do her best to make sure you feel as comfortable as possible

- she'll thank you for telling her and end the day with cuddles and kisses, repeatedly telling you how sorry she is and how glad she is that you felt as if you could tell her that

- but when she's the one getting jealous? oh boy

- i feel like post-canon luisa would be a lot more vocal about her feelings, so it would probably end similarly to how things would be if you were jealous

- but pre-canon luisa would be a different story

- you'd notice the slight changes in her behaviour and become mildly concerned, not correlating the timing to when you began spending more and more time with one of your new friends

- she'd start training and working out even more than she did before, and she'd start going around town asking for jobs to do rather than waiting for them to come to her

- she'd also start busying herself to the point where she looked so tired whenever you saw her, and if you ever asked her about it she'd simply shrug it off and move on with the conversation

- you couldn't for the life of you figure out what was wrong with her but you were beginning to get very worried now, you knew she was a hard worker but she rarely overworked herself this much

- so you decided to take this concern to casita, a place where you were always welcome and always felt safe to voice your thoughts (when abuela wasn't around, at least)

- you simply wandered in as you had many times before, headed straight towards the kitchen where you found luisa's mother, julieta, preparing something

- "julieta?" you asked hesitantly, your nerves only slightly quelling when she turned to you with her usual kind smile, asking you what was troubling you

- you explained your concern for her daughter and she nodded slowly, asking if there was anything she could do to help or if you wanted to take action alone; she knew you were mature enough to deal with this, but she still made it clear that she was there if you needed anything

- you said you'd be fine handling it between you and luisa, though you did need a little help finding her

- julieta urged you to check all the smaller and less crowded areas of town where luisa tended to go when she needed time to wind down

- you thanked her and headed out, finally finding your girlfriend after looking for her for longer than you would care to admit

- "luisa, love?" you approached her, greeting her gently. "are you okay if i sit beside you, or would you like me to leave you alone?"

- "you can stay." she said flatly, not even taking a second to look at you. admittedly, it did sting a little, but you could see she wasn't up for much affection right now.

- "mind if i ask what's wrong? you've been acting a little... off, recently." you made an effort not to force her into anything, though you still encouraged her to open up as you knew how much she needed to, yet she never did. after a bit of prying, she finally cracked.

- "it's just," she began, tears already forming in her eyes as she kept her eyes glued to the brick flooring below the fountain you were sitting on, "you've been spending a lot of time with one of your friends recently, and it's beginning to feel like you'd rather be with them than me." she wiped her eyes and your face softened as you placed a tender hand on her arm. "i'm sorry, amor, it's not that i don't trust you or anything, it's-"

- "luisa." you cut her off sternly - but not quite harshly - and pulled her into one of your usual comforting hugs. "i promise you they're just a friend, however i should've been more careful with who i was prioritizing. i swear you will always be my first choice, and i love you more than anything in this world. would you forgive me?"

- your grin in response to her slow nod was contagious, and soon you'd moved from comforting luisa to trying to cheer her up, taking her back to casita and into her room where you had some time alone to talk things through.

- thankfully, things ended well and you didn't have to change a single thing with your friend. all your girlfriend needed was some extra support to assure her that she was enough, and you were more than happy to provide that for her.

#luisa madrigal x reader #luisa x reader #encanto reader insert #encanto x reader #reader insert #x reader

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Homecoming

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: What if reader was pretty much best friends with Tara, as well as related to a Son, and was with her and Margaret when Salazar kidnapped them. Tries to fight them off initially, but get's shot in a non fatal place, and when Juice finds out - their secret relationship gets out. Open to interpretation, etc.

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries, hospitals

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Did I get a little carried away with this? Perhaps. But I think it came out alright. Totally tweaked canon a little bit for my own self-indulgent needs lmao. Hope you enjoy!!

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“You really don’t have to come with us,” Tara reassured you as you descended the hospital steps with her, Margaret walking a few strides ahead to give you a false sense of privacy.

“I know. But you should have family there—not that Red’s not great,” you nodded towards Margaret who shook her head slightly at your comment.

“You can’t tell Jax, alright?”

The first comments that popped into your head weren’t the ones you should say. Truthfully you felt it deep in your gut that Tara was making the right decision on this, but you didn’t want to say that in the wrong way. The VP might’ve been your brother’s best friend, and your best friend’s partner, but you had never let those sentiments cloud how you viewed him. You gave yourself a moment as you nodded, “I know. I won’t.”

“Thank you.”

You climbed into the back seat of the car, allowing Tara to drive and Margaret to ride shotgun. You liked observing their whole dynamic, anyway—it was funny how quickly things changed. As you listened to the two of them talking in the front seat, you found yourself toying with the chain around your neck. Without thinking any better of it you lifted it from underneath your shirt and ran your finger over the ring that hung at the end of it.

Your eyes met Tara’s as she looked at you in the rearview mirror and you instantly clasped your hand over the ring, hurriedly tucking it back into your shirt. The look on her face let you know that there was going to be a conversation about it later, and you were already kicking yourself over it.

As you were about to speak up and try and bring up a new topic of conversation, someone ran into the back of the car. It didn’t feel like it was bad enough to do any real damage, but all three of you still got out to check both cars and make sure that the other driver was alright.

The young woman who got out of the car looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t quite place why. There was something about her, though. You hung back, letting Tara and Margaret do most of the talking. You saw that there was someone sitting in the passenger seat of the car, but they must’ve been fine if the woman talking to Tara didn’t make mention of them.

“Hey…” the woman’s voice shifted slightly as she looked Tara over, “You’re Jax Teller’s girl, aren’t you?”

Tara’s body visibly tensed and so did yours. Conversations that started like that never went well. She cleared her throat, “I…I’m…um, yea. Who…who are you?”

She nodded towards the passenger door of her car as he swung open, “I’m his girl.”

Salazar stepped out, gun pointed directly at Tara. Margaret screamed as she held her hands up and you cursed under your breath as you tried to figure out exactly what was happening here. “Up against the car!” he ordered, gesturing with his gun, “All three of you!”

By this point Luisa had taken out her own weapon and the two of them were searching the three of you. They did Tara and Margaret first, and you couldn’t hide the surprise on your face when you saw the ink that covered the hospital administrator’s back. It was certainly something that warranted a discussion when things weren’t falling apart anymore.

Luisa was patting you down, gun pressed between your shoulder blades, “Not many places for you to hide anything,” her snide remark about your outfit rolled off your shoulders—you had thicker skin than that.

“Then can you hurry the fuck up please?” you huffed, “Shit’s digging into my spine.” You could feel Tara’s and Margaret’s eyes on you even though you were looking up at the sky, begging you to not make the situation worse.

“Hey,” she pressed it harder into your skin, “You better watch it.”

You could tell by the feeling of her breath on your neck that she was leaning in close. Mumbling a few curse words under your breath, you threw your elbow backwards and cracked her in the nose, sending her stumbling back a few steps. She swore, spitting the blood out that had dripped into her mouth.

Salazar was too busy shoving Tara and Margaret into the car to see what had happened, all he heard was Luisa’s voice as she struggled with you, trying to prevent you from getting the gun from her. When you realized just how close your face was to hers, you leaned back and quickly brought your head forward, slamming into hers. The sound of your foreheads colliding was louder than you thought it would be, and the impact and the pain caused her to stumble backwards, dropping the gun in the process. You were reaching down to get it when you heard a gunshot go off. There was a sharp pain in your side, and when you looked down you saw blood starting to seep through the fabric of your tank top.

Luisa took advantage of the chaos of the moment to grab the gun back. She had it pointed directly at your head when Salazar grabbed her and pulled her back towards the car, “Leave her!” he snapped, “She’s done anyway.”

It all happened so quickly, and before you knew it they were peeling off with Margaret and Tara in the car. You were trying to focus on your breathing as you attempted to figure out what the fuck you were going to do next. You didn’t want Salazar to be right, but if you didn’t figure something out very soon, you were definitely going to be done.

You managed to pull yourself back to the car, blindly reaching around on the floor for your phone. You let out what you could of a sigh of relief when your fingers curled around the tiny burner flip phone.

Dialing one of the few numbers you knew by heart, you waited for him to pick up. After a few agonizingly long rings, you heard your father’s gruff voice on the other end of the line, “What’s going on?”

“I need you to come get me. Fast. And bring the fucking van,” you winced as you tried to put some kind of pressure on your wound.

“What happened? Where are you?”

“Just, get here. Please,” you rattled off your location before hanging up. You leaned back against the tire of the car and waited, hoping that Piney would get there fast.

Light-headed was an understatement as the van whipped up, Tig and Kozik immediately leaping out of the back of the van. Piney climbed out of the driver’s seat, and for the first time in a very long time you saw him looking worried.

“Well, don’t look at me like that,” you tried to laugh but you couldn’t quite swing it, “Makes me feel like I might be in some kind of trouble.”

“Jesus Christ,” Tig was carefully trying to lift you up to get you in the van, “What the fuck happened?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Piney snapped, shaking his head, “We need to get her to a hospital.”

“No!” you and Tig both responded in unison. You shook your head, “Hospital means cops.”

“No hospital means a morgue,” Kozik piped in, siding with Piney, “We gotta get you to a doctor,” he paused for a beat, “We’ll say it was a random drive-by. We’ll figure it out.”

Piney nodded in agreement, “We’ll get her to the hospital,” he turned to Kozik, “Take care of the car.”

He nodded, “On it.”

You didn’t have the strength to argue with them about it. You were leaning completely onto Tig as he tried to get you situated in the back of the van. You could hear him and Piney talking but none of it was really sinking in with you.

You didn’t remember passing out on the ride to the hospital, but you must have. The lights in your room were almost blinding as you came-to. With a groan you tried to shield your eyes as they opened.

“She’s awake,” your father’s gruff voice came from your bedside.

You turned and looked over at him, managing a smile, “Small miracles, huh?”

“You need anything?” when you shook your head, he switched gears completely, “What the hell happened?”

You went to try and reposition yourself so that you were sitting more upright, but it hurt too much. You resigned yourself to your current position as you started to explain what had happened. About halfway through your story Tig walked into the room, and when he heard who it had been you could practically see the blood boiling in his veins. He stepped back out of the room to call Kozik. You had no idea how they were going to handle the situation, but you knew that they would.

“Cops come by?”

He nodded towards the door, “Paperboy has been waiting out there since the call went out over the scanner.”

“Jesus Christ,” you shook your head, “Doesn’t that guy ever take a fucking vacation?”

Piney chuckled, “No,” he paused, “You alright here?”

You nodded, “Yea, yea. Fuck, I’ll be good. Go help them with Tara. I’m as safe here as I’ll ever be with the Deputy Chief out there.”

It got a tiny smile out of him, glad to see that you were feeling as alright as could be expected. He rose from his seat and pressed a kiss to your forehead, telling you to call for anything at all before walking out. You saw the look that he gave Hale as he walked by and you tried not to laugh, mostly because it hurt to do so.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked you as he entered the room.

“Like I got fucking shot,” you smiled at him, “How are you feeling, Deputy?”

“I’ll feel better when you tell me what happened,” he looked you over, “Your dad said it was a drive-by. Wrong place, wrong time.”

You nodded, “Sounds about right.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, “Does it?”

“Mhm. I really, I really don’t know what to tell you, Dave,” you saw him cringe at the way you said his name like that, “I guess I’ve just got some shit luck.”

He sighed, knowing that you weren’t going to divulge anything to him unless you absolutely had to, “Well. If you change your mind, think of anything else, you know how to reach me.”

“I sure do,” you flashed him a smile, “Thanks, Officer.”

When the door shut behind him, you let out a quiet sigh. You looked beneath the thin fabric of your hospital gown to check out the bandages that were on your side and stomach. As you were looking, your doctor came in and started explaining everything to you. For the most part you listened, but your mind wandered as your fingers found their way back to the chain around your neck. Once they told you that you were going to be alright, that it was through-and-through and so far it didn’t look like you had anything extra to worry about, you tapped out of the conversation.

You felt useless as the days ticked by. Piney didn’t want to bother you with what was going on with the Tara situation, but luckily you knew that Tig had a soft spot for you and he kept you more up to date on everything. The club left for one week and everything started to fray at the seams. You kept your mouth shut about it—not reaching out to anyone that was in Belfast. You agreed with the three of them on that, that this was the last thing any of those men needed to be worrying about.

You hadn’t heard anything from anyone in a day or two and you were starting to go a little stir-crazy. Truthfully you didn’t know why you were still being kept in the hospital at all until Margaret walked in. It was impossible to hide your surprise, but despite the ordeal she’d been through, she had cleaned herself up for work well. You could see the fear and exhaustion in her eyes, though.

“You’re the one keeping me here in first class, Red?”

“You’re welcome for that.”

Neither of you really knew what to say. In hushed tones she told you about everything that had happened, about what the situation was like now. She explained to you that she may or may not have misplaced some paperwork to keep you in the hospital and safe until everything played itself out one way or another. You hadn’t expected that from her—for her to go to bat for you when she didn’t even know you. But you were thankful for it.

Meanwhile, the club was just getting back to the compound, baby Abel in tow. The joy of being home again was short-lived, however, when everyone got filled in on the news of what was going on. Juice tried desperately to keep his cool when he found out what had happened to you, not wanting to throw another wrench into everything that was going on, but it wasn’t easy. They all immediately took off in separate directions to try and handle whatever part of the mess that they could.

Opie was walking towards the row of bikes as he spoke to Jax, “I’m gonna head to the hospital, make sure she hasn’t started holding any nurses or doctors hostage,” he chuckled, only able to joke because he knew that you were going to be alright, “I’ll catch up with you after.”

Jax nodded as he clipped his helmet on, “Sounds good.”

“I’ll go with you,” Juice piped up as he followed Opie. Both the men looked at Juice, a little confused but neither of them argued with him about it. He saw their expressions though and fought to cover for himself, “I can stay with her when you catch up with Jax—makes sure everything’s alright.”

Opie shrugged, “Fine by me.”

He and Juice both headed out of the compound, but once their tires hit the road, Juice took off like a bat out of hell. Almost instantly he left Opie in the dust, and Opie didn’t fight to try and keep up. They’d both make it there one way or another.

Juice practically launched himself off of his bike when he parked at the hospital. He quickly wound his way through the halls until he found your room. You were lying in bed with the TV on, but he could tell that you weren’t really paying any attention to it.

You heard footsteps stop in your doorway and looked over. Your entire face brightened up when you saw him. He looked at you for a moment, and you could see that there were a million thoughts and emotions running through his mind as he took in the sight of you in the hospital bed, toying with his ring.

“Welcome home,” you laughed.

The sound of your voice snapped him out of his own head and he all but ran over to your bedside. He hugged you, trying his hardest to be gentle and not hurt you. he pressed your head against his chest and kissed the top of your head.

“Are you okay?” his voice was soft.

You nodded, pulling back from him so you could really look at him, “I’m alright. Could’ve been gone a couple days ago but Tara’s friend is keeping me in hospital witpro,” you chuckled.

“I’m so sorry,” he cupped your face in his hands, “I should’ve been here.”

You shook your head, “Don’t do that to yourself. I’m fine. Everything is gonna be fine.”

He traced his thumb along your face before leaning in and kissing you on the lips. You felt yourself smiling as you leaned into him, your hand coming to rest on the outside of his arm. Even though it’d only been about a week, the way he kissed you made it feel like he had been gone for months.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” Opie leaned against the doorframe.

Juice pulled his lips off of yours, almost making himself stumble backwards a few steps to try to cover for the two of you. You laughed, knowing that there was no point in trying to lie about it now.

“I was coming to see if you’re alright,” Opie chuckled as he walked to the other side of your bed, “But honestly this,” he gestured to you and Juice, “is more concerning than the bullet wound.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, “I’m fine on both counts, thanks for asking.”

He chuckled before bending down to kiss your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you looked back and forth between him and Juice, trying to figure out what was going to happen next.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Opie looked at him, “Once she’s out of the hospital bed, she’s the one you need to worry about. Not me.”

Juice nodded, not fooled at all by the calm way that Opie was handling the situation. He knew that underneath the cool demeanor Opie was more than ready to snap and wring Juice by the neck if you ever gave a reason for him to do so.

“Got it,” Juice shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, unsure of what else to do.

Opie raised his eyebrows slightly, “Can I leave you in charge here, then?”

He nodded, “Yea, yea of course.”

“Don’t let her get shot again,” Opie leaned down and kissed the top of your head once more before leaving and going to catch up with Jax.

Juice let out a relieved laugh, “I thought that was gonna be way worse.”

You smiled and shook your head, “It’s not him you gotta worry about. Just wait ‘til Piney finds out.” Juice’s face paled at the thought of it and you couldn’t help but to laugh. You patted the space on the bed next to you, “Come lay with me.”

He was never good at saying no to you. With a quiet laugh he clumsily climbed into the bed beside you, letting you settle against his chest as he looped his arm around your shoulders. He kissed your temple, closing his eyes for a moment to just enjoy being with you again.

He saw the outline of your bandage through the thin fabric of the hospital gown, “Does it hurt?”

You looked at him and chuckled, “Did it hurt when you got stabbed?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “Alright, alright. Stupid question, I get it.”

You rested your palm against his chest, soaking up the feeling of his heartbeat, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“Sorry I didn’t have a better welcome home party planned for you,” you smiled.

He shook his head with a small grin as he kissed your forehead, “We’ll party plenty when you get out of here.”

“Can’t wait,” you looked up at him, “Gotta show off my battle scars.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re ridiculous.”

You playfully nudged him, “You love it.”

He looked at his ring hanging around your neck, his gaze slowly trailing up to meet your eyes, “Yea, I do.”

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #my writing #drabblesmc #fanfiction

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the-awkward-outlaw · 3 years

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Red Dead Cupid: Friends in Arms

Hello @katerix I’m your Red Dead cupid! I chose your request for Landon Ricketts x f!Reader being best friends, passing time\chilling together, when not busy maintaining an order around. I hope you like it! @rdr-secret-cupid

I also chose a bit of a different writing POV, just trying something a little different.

I lean back in my chair, the heat washing over me. It isn’t really much of a bother anymore, I’m long used to the unforgiving sun. It’s a requirement when you live down in Mexico. I take one last drag from my cigarette and then throw it down, pressing it out with my boot. On my left is the small table with my shot glass of whiskey, the chair on the other side empty but expectant for its usual occupant.

After a moment of watching a hawk lazily circle on the air currents, the chair creaks. I look over and see my most trusted companion and lifelong friend. Landon Ricketts. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, and yes it is the famed Landon Ricketts, the fastest draw in the West and famed gunslinger.

He sighs heavily and drinks his shot of whiskey, grimacing at the burn. He looks worn out, but he always looks that way. After all, he hasn’t had a quiet life until recently, if you can really call his life now quiet. I do though, but that may be because I was with him a decent amount of the time he was living wild in the deserts of America.

“Them Gutierrez boys giving you trouble again?” I ask as he leans back, pulling out a cigarette.

“When aren’t they?” he says in his gruff voice.

“I’m surprised you’ve been as patient with them as you have been,” I comment.

“I’m tired of those days, y/n. And I’ve told you, I wanna give that nonsense up, try for something different. But, guess even in a different country, I can’t escape my past.”

I sigh, knowing what he means. As a teenager, Landon found me as a wild orphan, threatening anyone and challenging absolutely everyone to a gunfight. It was a dark time for me. I’d lost my family and through the anger that rose from my grief, I tried taking it out on everyone around me. Landon came through town, and how could I not challenge him? The most famous gunslinger.

I still remember the way he looked at me when I threatened him. He just laughed and turned his back to me, so I shot him. Or tried to. I was a real bad shot and my bullet whizzed right past him. But he turned back to me. Guess I made some kind of impression on him, because after that, he took me in. Taught me how to shoot and fight.

We ran together for a few years after that, became just as close as two gunslingers could. It wasn’t unusual for people back then to confuse him as my father, which sometimes we played along with if we were robbing someone. But the truth was it bothered me. Landon was never a father figure to me, but he was my friend. He was the only person who recognized my anger in my youth as a plea for help. I trusted him more than anyone.

In my late twenties, I ended up drifting off from Landon. Not on purpose, but he was always on the move. He had to be with his notoriety. At one point, I didn’t see him for so long I just sort of made my own way and fell into a gang of outlaws. Having a dirty history myself, I fit right in. The leader, Dutch, was a good man at first, but he ended up going crazy when the gang fell apart through a series of tragedies. By that point though, I’d already fallen in love and married his right hand man Arthur Morgan.

I loved Arthur, more than anything. He was one of the few members in that gang who knew my past with Landon, but he kept my secret. I didn’t tell anyone about Landon because I didn’t always appreciate his fame. Whenever anyone found out I ran with him, they’d bombard me with questions about him. It was always about him. Arthur understood, and he didn’t talk or ask about him much.

But then, Arthur died in 1899 of tuberculosis. His death crushed me. Dutch was so far gone in his madness that I just ended up leaving. Besides, the gang was finished by that point anyways, sometimes I’m amazed I didn’t end up getting killed in the process. I was so lost though when Arthur passed, I don’t remember much from after that period. I buried him and then I remember I stayed near his grave for a long time.

A couple of months passed after Arthur’s passing. I was still lost in my grief, living near his grave. One day, Landon showed up in the cabin I was living in. He said nothing but he threw down a newspaper at my feet. The top article was about my gang that fell apart.

“How did you know?” I asked.

“Because I know you,” Landon said. “I may not have been around much, but I know you. You think I didn’t know about your marriage to Arthur? When I read about him, I knew I needed to find you. I’m very sorry for your loss, y/n.”

Landon was the first person to comfort you about Arthur. I didn’t want to live like this anymore, in my solitude and kept company by nothing aside from my grief. Although I was still shattered, I considered going with Landon, but I told him I didn’t want to live the wild life of an outlaw anymore.

“I’ve done that already,” I said, “I don’t wanna do it anymore. It leads to nothing but pain.”

Landon agreed and said he wanted to do the same. He was also tired of the life, of any man who had even a sliver of confidence challenging him to a duel. He wanted to help people, to make some peace out of the violence he’d sewn.

So after that, I went with him down southwest. At first, we tried settling in places like Armadillo and Tumbleweed. But Landon’s fame followed him and he couldn’t escape the life he was trying to leave behind. That was when I decided that maybe it would be better to go down to Mexico. After all, everywhere I went reminded me of my husband. I just wanted to escape the memories, not because I regretted my marriage, but because I just wanted relief from my pain.

Landon agreed to the idea of Mexico, so a few years ago we settled down in the town of Chuparosa. It was a fairly wild town, overrun with gangs and troublemakers. It took some time, but we got it tamed. It was Landon’s idea to sort of make ourselves the equivalent of sheriffs, as the town lacked any real form of law. I half-heartedly agreed, even though being a peacekeeper was the opposite of what I used to do and the kind of person I used to run from.

But even down here, Landon was chased by his past. Sometimes a vigilante would come, having heard of Landon’s presence and would try to take him on. Luckily those types of men were few and far between. Every once in a while, one of the gangs we’d chased out would come back and try to cause trouble. But we were more than a match for them. The Gutierrez brothers were the last to not get the hint, until today.

Landon puts out his cigarette. Just as I’m about to say something, a young woman comes running up to him. I recognize her of course, Luisa Fortuna. A fiery member, and an enthusiastic member of the rebellion going on in Mexico. She’s breathing excitedly.

“Ricketts! The Guiterrez brothers. They’re back!”

Landon sighs and leans forward. He checks his pistol before reholstering it. “How long before I end up having to shoot these fools?” he says and stands up. I follow him, telling myself I can help if things get out of hand. Truth is though I just want to see these idiots get what they're owed. They’ve been a problem for too long and getting far too confident.

Just as we’re rounding the corner to the main street, I hear a familiar voice, taunting someone. That voice… it brings the dull pain I’ve sat on for ten years. I jog past Landon and find on the main street one of the Gutierrez brothers facing someone I haven’t seen since my gang fell apart. He’s grown older and he looks far more serious than I’ve ever seen him, but there’s no denying who he is: John Marston.

As Landon joins your side, John and the Gutierrez brother suddenly draw their weapons and shoot. John’s bullet finds its mark, but the other Gutierrez brothers pull out their guns to avenge their fallen brother. However they’re no match for John. Not that I’m surprised. He learned from some of the best gunslingers. I think the only person who had a better education in shooting is myself thanks to Landon.

When the last brother falls, Landon saunters forward as John holsters his gun. “I must admit, I’m impressed. Not many men would take on all the Gutierrez brothers and even fewer who could have taken them all down.”

“Who are you?” John asks, his eyes mean. It’s a bit strange, he always had a light in his eyes. Then again, I haven’t seen him since Arthur died after he sacrificed himself to the Pinkertons to save me and John. I guess it’s really no surprise that he’s changed too since then.

“Landon Ricketts. This is my town, I been trying to keep these boys under control, obviously not well. But now I’m curious. A fella like you who can take all of them down without hardly blinking an eye, I gotta ask. What you doin’ all the way down here?”

“I’m lookin’ for… some old friends of mine. One of ‘em came running down here and I think he’s met up with the other.”

This strikes me. He must be looking for me, but how did he hear I was down here? I walk out of the shadows of the building and look hard at him. John’s eyes widen.

“Y/n? What you doin’ down here?”

“Thought you said you was lookin’ for some old friends. I assumed you meant me.”

He shuffles his feet a bit. “No, I wasn’t. I didn’t even know you were down here.”

Landon turns to me. “You know this man?”

I nod. “Yes. He was my husband’s brother. I thought you were dead, John.”

Over the next few hours, the three of us sit at the saloon and talk. I tell John about my relationship to Landon and why I came down here with him after that whole mess with the gang. John then discloses his past, how he tried to come clean of his outlaw days. He and Abigail ran a ranch outside of Blackwater, but then the Pinkertons, in their determination to get Dutch, took his family hostage in order to get John to hunt down his former gang members.

When John tells me this, I feel a plummet in my stomach. I lean forward and look at him, daring him. “So these Pinkertons want you to kill your old gang members. That mean you’re gonna kill me?”

John looks at you, his brows furrowed. “I don’t know, y/n. I’m not sure the Pinkertons even know you’re down here. I assumed you died shortly after Arthur…”

Landon looks between the two of us but doesn’t interrupt. He knows I need to settle this myself. Landon has never been a man to fight my battles for me. It’s proven a frustration in the past, but at this moment, it’s appreciated.

“Then John, I don’t know how much I can be of help to you. I ain’t giving those bastards a reason to kill me. If they’re going after Javier and Bill just for their associations with Dutch, they’ll definitely want me dead too. I was married to Dutch’s right hand man, after all.”

Landon turns to me. “I think you’re making a mistake, y/n.”

I turn to refute him, but he cuts me off. “You’ve been wasting away with me these past ten years. I haven’t wanted to say it, but whatever happened with that gang broke you. I don’t know what this Arthur Morgan was like, but I’m guessing he didn’t give his life up for you and his brother to see you live like this.”

“He also hated revenge. Always said it was a fool’s game. I’m not killing Bill and Javier.”

“You don’t have to,” John says. “I’ll do the killing, but it would sure be helpful if I had you by my side.”

I sigh. Landon’s right, Arthur wouldn’t want me to let John go alone. Not after everything he gave up for us both to live. However I’m sure that the end of this journey will end in one way: my death. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad though. After all, Landon’s right. I’ve been wasting away in liquor and grief down here. I stopped living a long time ago.

I throw back my shot of tequila. “Alright, John. I’ll help you find Javier and Bill.”

I glance over at Landon and see he’s smiling. Now that I think about it, he’s never wanted this life for me. He used to say I had a fire that could not be doused. He must have known that this life, sitting in this hot, boring town and watching my life go on without me was never for me. That’s why he never searched for me while I was with the gang. I was doing what made me happy.

As I think about it, I realize now how much I’ve missed that life. Running wild and free. No it was never easy, but it was me. Living in this town as a sheriff is not what I want to do. I’m not cut out for it. I realize that John is giving me an opportunity to do what I’m meant to do. Sure, it won’t bring back the glory days from the gang, but it’s the next best thing. And if I die doing it, it’d be better than dying here, old and wishing I could have done things differently.

Finally resolved, I stand up. “Okay, John. Let’s go find these bastards and get your family back.”

#rdr secret cupid 2021 #red dead fanfic #landon ricketts #rdr fanfic #i'm awkward

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deromanus · 7 years

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could you tell us abt laertes & his relationship with his friend/lover? or astrifer and her (former?) gf.. -also i cant tell you how much im expecting ur book, i think i read abt it some years ago and now & then i'll think abt it and freak out (tm)... like the concepts are so appealing in themselves, but theres also great rep,, and your writing is a gift. i wish you sm luck with it

you are a saint. seriously. bless you.

I’m finally a good way through what (I think. I hope) will be the final draft. of the first book/part, anyway. I probably have no hope of publishing it anytime soon but I think I’ll start posting chapters on here. I’d like feedback and to generate interest if I can.

but yeah regarding those relationships! it is valentine’s day, after all:

Laertes and his childhood friend and long time lover, Cale, have a complicated relationship. Cale is from a wealthy landowning family in the town they both grew up in. Laertes’s father was Cale’s (and his little sister’s) private schoolteacher and Laertes’s mother was personal alchemist/chemist to Cale’s father, a wealthy doctor. They were very close since childhood, but their relationship develops into something romantic/sexual when they are drafted into the war at 18. After the war (and a series of tragedies in Laertes’s life) and after they spend time in college, they decide to basically runaway together and spend several years traveling and adventuring. The main story picks up as they are ending their wild youthful adventures and heading “home.”

Their relationship itself is far from perfect. Laertes is a weird force of spiritual magnetism and several strange personality quirks. He often terrifies Cale. As well, he sometimes equates the tragedies in his life with his relationship with Cale and resents him because of this. Both of them have obsessive personalities. Laertes is driven and stubborn and sometimes refuses to face reality. Cale (as a doctor) has a morbid fascination with death and illness that sometimes gets him in trouble. Cale was also significantly abused by his father and this follows him through life. Both of them are morally grey (pretty much all the characters in this story are semi-evil at times, these two are actually much better than most, still far from saints). They fight often, mostly because Laertes has a temper and gets them into trouble and chased out of towns. They love each other in a very obsessive, sometimes destructive Bonnie and Clyde sort of way. Still, their relationship is relatively healthy compared to others in the story.

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Now, Astrifer’s dating history is even more complex. At sixteen, she was in love with her best friend, a girl named Luisa. They would have been together forever, probably, except that Luisa was kidnapped and brutally, ritualistically murdered (something that happens often in this world). Astrifer has lived her adult life simultaneously trying to figure out who murdered Luisa and trying to forget her. She has trouble forging relationships that are anything but sexual now. Her current lover is a hired mistress named Jade, chosen largely because she resembles Luisa.

There is, however, another character later on the story that Astrifer will start a more meaningful relationship with. I haven’t developed this other character as fully yet, though. Her name is Carnet and she is far from the delicate, genteel type of women that Astrifer is used to being with. It’s going to be a violent love-hate thing at first.

I’m finding Astrifer to be a really difficult character to write romance for, as she’s so emotionally stunted and cold and self-hating. But we’re working through her issues. She will find love again.

Anyway, I think I will start posting actual, mostly finished bits here. I’d like to share it some more now that it’s a lot more polished than it’s ever been.

#my odyssey

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