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catofthecanals289 · 5 months

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Australian summer 👀 🤲🏻

ooh another old one. One of the first thigns i wrote for maxiel *ever* I'm pretty sure

The January summer sun draws long shadows on the dry grass, creating sharp contrast despite the washed out colors of the place.

The ground is dusty and warm to the touch, and Max knows it will cling to his clothes and sweaty skin like a tan that will always fake on his pale dutch skin, but he can’t bring himself to mind. Not when he can hear Daniel laughing, when he can see him throw his head back with another bark as his niece says something in her squeaking little, adoring voice. Not when Daniel’s sister leans over having sat down in the shade of the tree Max doesn’t know the name off but is leaning against, legs stretched out in front of him, and says: “He probably told you already, but he’s so happy you came.”

She doesn’t mean to this pony riding event that Daniel had promised to his niece and nephew, but Max feels it counts anyway, making him shrug and lift the bottle of lukewarm water to his lips.

After a couple of gulps, he lets it sink again, exhaling.

“Yeah, I know,” he says, and it comes out softer than intended , but Max’s cheeks are already flushed anyway. “I know,” he repeats even softer.

It’s not enough.

“He wasn’t sure you’d come,” Michelle says.

Across the paddock Daniel laughs again, loud and honest and beautiful. If Max closes his eyes, he can taste it on his tongue, can feel it against his lips.

“I know,” Max says again, his heart heavy in his chest.

Daniel waves at him. His niece and nephew do too. Max waves back, so does Michelle.

“He’s getting too old for his, Max,” she says, her hand down again, expression gentle but serious. Max can’t stand it, but he once thought he couldn’t stand summer in winter either. “For these games, do you know that too?”

Max shakes his head. “I’m not playing any games with him.”

She doesn’t believe him, but neither does Daniel some days, and Max has no idea how to fix it. He thought, maybe, coming here, getting onto a plane after New Years, would be a start. Now that he’s here, on the other side of the world, he wonders if maybe he should have come sooner.

They’ve never spend a New Year’s together.

Six years of this, of them, and not one New Year’s.

“I wouldn’t be here, if I was,” he adds, and he doesn’t look at her, instead looks at his own hand, runs his thumb over the spot that shows a rose on Daniel’s.

He didn’t get it for Max, that’s not something Daniel would do, but Max always felt like in a way, it still ended up for him, his, and maybe that’s foolish, maybe that’s self-absorbed, but maybe that’s how Max feels about Daniel too, about this thing between them, that after all these years, he should be able to put a name on.

Daniel was never meant to be Max’s. He was meant to live in the sun, to have laugh lines drawn onto his face by summer warmth and happiness, he was meant to live and love, and none of that with Max because Max’s one true love will always be racing and Daniel sued to feel the same, but Michelle is right, he’s getting too old for this, he’s getting tired. He hasn’t said so yet, still talks about winning, about believing, about having that passion, and most days he sounds like he believes himself, but others the tiredness in his eyes gets a little too dark, a little too blurry and then Max can see it clearly, can hear it loudly.

Daniel wants to be done. Soon.

He loves the polished streets of Monaco, loves the yachts and the money and the champagne parties but he loves dirt roads and February barbecues more. He loves sleeping in, and waking up to no city noise around him. He loves the ranch he lives on back here, in Australia, and he loves his family, wants one of his own and Max isn’t the kind of guy who can give him that.

“I want to be with him, always,” he says slowly, carefully, *honestly*. “And it’s easy in Monaco. No one question why we’d both be there. We live there. We are friends. But being here, in Perth, it’s different. It’s-”

“But would it be so bad?” Michelle interrupts him, voice low. “If people knew?”

“It would be,” Max answers after a moment, looking over to where Daniel has lifted the little girl onto his shoulders now, walking towards Max and Michelle and their tree, His brother in law with his son next to him.

“Why?” Michelle asks with a sigh.

“Because I’m not done racing.” *And I won’t be for years. Ever, maybe.*”And no matter what they say, I can’t have people know about me and Daniel and race in Qatar. In Malaysia. In Saudi Arabia. Or- Any of those places.”

Her eyes don’t leave his. “What about we race as one?”

A small, sad smile makes the corner of Max’s mouth curl upwards.

“What about it?” he asks, voice a little more raspy than usual.

When the others reach them, Michelle gets to her feet, plucks her daughter from her brother’s shoulders and spins her around, making the little girl giggle and squeal and Daniel smile, all sweet and soft, and nothing like the bright, loud laugh he wears so often than Max loves all the same when it’s honest, never growing tired of it. But this, this small, little thing, it’s not for anyone, not for fans, not for reporters, not for rivals, or for the world. Not for Max. It’s for Daniel and Daniel only, an unconscious little thing.

“I love you, you know,” he says, voice still too rough, too raspy, once Daniel has set down, smelling like horse and sweat and him.

He wishes Daniel didn’t look so surprised. Not after six years.

“I know,” Daniel says anyway, that soft, sweet smile back on his lips. Still looking at Max, he presses a kiss to his own hand, lips covering the rose tattoo.

He’s never said so, and Max would never ask, but it’s something Daniel does when he and Max can’t kiss, when it’d be too risky, when he knows that it’d make Max uncomfortable.

If Daniel was wearing a cap right now, Max would be flicking the brim of it in answer, but as it is, he taps the tips of his index and middle finger against Daniel’s forehead, right where his wild curls begin.

“And I’m glad I came,” Max goes on, because if nothing else, he needs Daniel to know that. “I’m glad I’m here.”

“You hate the Australian summer,” Daniel counters, smile wider now, showing teeth. He puts his arm around Max’s shoulders and Max has to fight the urge to turn into him, to make this something more than buddies, something more than best friends, and breathe in more of Daniel scent, and press his face into Daniel’s bare skin, right where his tank top reveals too much sweat glistening skin, down from his armpit over his ribs to his stomach.

Max wants to slip his hand under the fabric and splay his fingers over the little rolls that slouching has created in place of Daniel’s abs. He wants to climb in Daniel’s lap and grind down on his crotch, wants to feel Daniel grow hard for him, wants to see the wild, dark lust in his eyes, wants bruises on his wrists and bite marks on his throat.

He wants to wake up next to Daniel every morning and go to bed with him every night.

He wants to sit on the roof of his jeep with him and watch the sunset.

He wants to kiss him and love him and fucking marry him too.

He wants to watch the laugh lines on Daniel’s face that he eyes so critically in the mirror these days grow deeper, wants to be there to see his hairline get thinner little by litter and make sure that Daniel knows that he’s not one bit less attractive, not to Max, not to anyone with a brain.

But Max wants to be a world champion too, and that’s all there really is to that.

“I don’t hate it,” Max says, and he means to just knock his knee against Daniel’s, but it stays, instead, side pressed against Daniel’s.

Daniel looks down, eyes crinkling, the corners of his mouth curled up. His smile grows a little wider when Max puts his hand on his thigh, too sweaty and too warm, heart thumbing in his head like it’s about to break.

“No?” Daniel says, voice low. “I’m glad.”

#drabble post #wip folder ask game

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therealmofamorus · 1 year

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3 Words (Inspired by this post)

Anko: 'Narutos dick. Described in three words

Hinata: *Blushing* T-Thick

Tayuya: Fuckin’ Unbelievable

Anko: My Bitch-Breaker~

#naruto #naruto smut #naruto shitpost #anko mitarashi #hinata hyuga #tayuya #tatuya naruto #original male stud au #drabble post

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madmanwonder · 1 year

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Lady Pyrrha Nikos of House of Nikos, Champion of Mistral look at the tall man clad in glorious set of regal white-gold armor with a long red cape blowing across the gentle breeze, giving him a incredible image of glory and heroism like the mythical heroes from the Golden Age of Heroes.

She knew him even hidden behind his helmet that hide his face from her. Jaune Arc, once as goofy and bumbling goofball who everyone saw as weak and the low of the lowest of Beacon Academy. A total loser.

Now…he stood tall and proud with aura of confidence and strength, no fake or undeserving confidence or strength. One-hundred percent genuine confidence and strength that had her feeling butterflies and her head conjure up less than wholesome thoughts on her old friend/secret crush.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #arkos #fantasy world au #knighthood au #drabble post #drabble prompt #shipping prompt #shipping post

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scribblestatic · 9 months

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I’m gonna hop around with the Venom Deku timeline a bit. Doing it in order and building up all that stuff like a story is a bit much for me rn.

Anyway, I’m thinking it becomes harder to differentiate Venom from Deku by the time he’s 10.

He still eats a ton of fish and fries and whatever else he can eat to fill the gnawing hunger. He hides it as much as he can from his mom now, knowing his food expenses are racking up after seeing her struggling with it one night when he wasn’t supposed to see.

To take care of it himself, he decides to sneak out at night.

Leaves through his bedroom window and scurries over to a nearby forest. The hunger is crawling in his stomach.

Izukuuuuu.

“Yeah...”

They find a river. There’s bears in the forest and normal people would have to keep watch, but he’s not worried about that. He’s instead hoping to find good, delicious fish. He’s salivating so much, its running down his chin.

They crouch down by the riverside, Izuku’s eyes long adjusted to the darkness in ways normal people wouldn’t be able to without a quirk.

But he knows very well now.

He doesn’t have a quirk.

In the calmness of night, the fish don’t seem to suspect as much as they would during the day. They aren’t salmon, but they will do.

Izuku reaches his hand back, black ichor seeping from his skin as it forms something like a claw. He’s breathing heavier, feeling hungry, as his vision starts to swim and fill with colors he usually wouldn’t be able to see. Venom’s started covering his face, helping him see even better than usual.

Izuku strikes his hand out, and it forms several thin black spikes that pierce straight into 12 different fish. The ends of the spikes form hooks and lock the fish in place before he hurriedly pulls them out.

They’ve barely touched land before he’s eating one alive, skull and bone and all.

The brain isn’t the important part when it comes to fish, not really. The best part is the thick flesh, full of chemicals and juices that pour salt instead of water on the grease fire in his stomach. His nagging pain finally starts to abate, and the feverish feeling he’d started having went away with each fish he consumed.

It would be bad if he stole salmon. He was tempted too, since it tasted the best. But no one had anything against him eating wild fish. It was just the circle of life, wasn’t it?

Still...maybe he should be more careful.

He realizes that about a week later, when environmentalists notice that certain kinds of fish in the local area have been decreasing. They’re going to start looking for the cause.

...Don’t look.

He knows what Venom means.

He can feel his mom’s eyes on him as the environmentalist talks about how startling it is that local numbers have decreased so much. They talk about overfishing and advise nearby families to reduce their camping plans for the coming summer.

“...Izuku?”

He spills the beans almost immediately.

#venom deku #venom deku au #static writes #drabble #drabble post

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imxthexhandler · 2 years

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A/N: So, thanks to the Kenobi mini-series coming up later this month and my enabler friend @koiwrites, I’ve really been loving the Star Wars verses for my muse. And whelp, in honor of “Spicy Sundays”, I got the inspo. for this and had to write it.

Title: Focus. Fandom: Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy). Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi; Bail Organa (Mentioned); Original Characters. Pairing(s): Obi-Wan x Original Character. Words: 831. Status: One-Shot; Complete. Dedication: To Koi ( @koiwrites). Thank you for indulging me about our muses. Content Warning(s): Smut.

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“Ris…”

The way her name falls from his lips never fails to make her shiver.

Her heart races as she tangles her hands into his hair, literally pulling him close against her, stealing another kiss with a hum. If it were possible to become intoxicated merely from kissing him, the young senatorial aide would be drunk. His warm body is pressed flushed against hers, and yet, it is still not close enough.

Long has she thought about this, in the dark, still nights within the Archives at the Temple, growing up alongside him.

Now, instead, they are inside her apartment suite on Coruscant. The lights from the city’s night skyline shone through the windows, bathing them both in shades of blues and silvers. He is the most handsome man in the galaxy. Ris thought so for years, but right now, with him reclining on her bed, with her seated on his lap, Obi-Wan Kenobi was absolutely breathtaking.

She is panting for breath, her hands trembling with excited anxiousness as they glide down his torso to his waist, eagerly untying his belt. She opens up his tunic, gazing lovingly at his form, her hands gently touching his body where before she only dreamed.

Ris never was intimate with anyone before; nor had she felt any desire, save for Obi-Wan. She initially worried about her lack of experience, but it seemed her body could work based on instinct. Her hips ground against his groin, feeling his own excitement grow below her. By the Maker, his size was impressive, even fully clothed like this.

Being this close to her childhood friend was already more than she ever hoped for, and it felt wonderful. Ris could stay making out with him like this for the rest of the night, and it would have been satisfying for her, but sensing Obi-Wan’s desire mirrored her own, it was clear they both wanted more than simple kisses.

“Oh, Obi…” she happily sighs, kissing him again as they continued undressing.

Pressure was starting to build within her abdomen, her body growing warmer, feeling his bare hands squeeze her hips and gently cup her breasts. Obi-Wan gently switched their positions, lying her back on the soft sheets, and settling in between her legs. The plump tip of his manhood probed her entrance, and she was already wet and ready for him. She hooked a leg around his waist, rubbing up against him, a subtle plead to her lover to continue. And then, he filled her.

They were joined as one, physically and even on a deeper level through the Force. She felt his heart race as did hers, felt the swell of his pleasure grow steadily as they moved together and his… Love. Ris felt his love for her radiate through him like light from a sun. It was overwhelming, beautiful, indescribable…

Although her empathic abilities were great, and Ris remembered clearly the emotions and sensations felt when she accidentally discovered Anakin and Padme, this was more than she ever experienced, better than the young woman ever fantasized.

Tears stunned her eyes as Obi-Warn gently grabbed hold of her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. Her breaths came in pants and moans as her body grew warmer, almost trembling with anticipation. She gazed up at him, and her heart fluttered at the sight of his adoring smile. She squeezed his hand, her thighs quivering, her body growing closer and closer to her own climax. It was too difficult to speak what she was feeling in the moment, so she tried to communicate through their Force bond instead:

OBI-WAN, I LOVE YOU. I *LOVE* YOU!

…

Ris awoke with a start, gasping and panting for breath as she glanced around the darkened room. Alone. Quiet. Late… It was all simply a dream, Ris lamented with a frown as she sat up. Her body was covered with sweat, and she tossed back the blanket, feeling her sleep clothes cling to her body as she slowly calmed down in the aftermath of her dream.

This was the fourth dream within the past seven days she had about her dear childhood friend.

The familiar ache and disappointment swelled up within her as she sighed heavily, holding her head with her hands for a moment. She focused on the light scent of the incense she burned earlier that evening, purposely and slowly taking deep breaths.

Kenobi, Skywalker, and Tano were to accompany herself along with Senator Organa and Ver on a diplomatic mission. They were set to depart for this mission today.

…By the Maker, how was she going to ever face the Jedi Master if she couldn’t stop dreaming about him?...

Another heavy sigh left her. There was not much to do now, she bitterly thought, other than to take a cold shower then meditate before it was time to meet with the Senator. Perhaps then, she could manage to keep him out of her heart mind to focus on the mission…

…She couldn’t.

#Drabble post #Ephiny writes #graphics by Ephiny #v: Compassion is essential to a Jedi's life #(long post)#koiwrites #mcltitcdes #Obi-Wan muse #[You're the home my heart searched for so long <3]#redacted (nsfw)

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tojisun · 5 months

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!! suggestive-ish; dirty talking n insinuations; simon n his big body <33

"c'mon, sweetheart," simon murmurs, watching you with narrowed eyes. "won't you tell me why you wanna ride me?"

you puff a trembling breath, gaze turned away from him, before replying, "wanna feel you, s'all." you chew on your words, the rumble of your voice is so soft that simon almost missed it.

almost.

he doesn't bother hiding his smirk.

"is that right?" he sounds breathy even to his own ears. "anythin' else?"

he watches as you shake your head, still looking away from him, all shy and docile in your embarrassment. simon almost heaves a saddened sigh, but he sees the way your eyelashes flutter in nervousness, your bottom lip all bitten and nibbled on, and decides to take it easy.

well.

easy on his terms.

"you wanna take me to the hilt, yeah?" simon begins, his voice genuine even with the faint teasing tone. he adjusts the two of you on the sofa, grunting in satisfaction when your eyes flick up to meet his shyly.

"you wanna take control? wanna set the pace and do all the work?" he massages your hips, working his hands to grab fistfuls of your muscle and fat, groaning at the way your skin dimples.

he pulls you close to him, your chest pressing against his own, and simon tries his best not to flick his eyes down just to see the way your tits are all squished up against him. god, even just feeling the softness of them makes his cock stir underneath his jeans.

simon brushes his lips over the shell of your ears, purposeful in their teasing touch. then, "you wanna know how deep i can go in you, huh? wanna take your sweet time – or not, depends."

he lands a smack on your ass, the slap ringing between you two, and simon chuckles at your bit-off squeak. he watches as you tilt your head up to glare at him but simon just grins, teasing and meanly, before pitching forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

"no one's stoppin' you, princess." the words are mumbled into your skin and simon revels in the way you breathe in sharply, fingers trembling from where they are fisting his shirt, before groaning in quiet pleasure when he feels you rutting down onto his chub.

yeah. simon's gon' ruin you tonight.

#suns.f #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #suns #female reader #something something this is actually dad bod simon something #inspired by that one toji drabble i posted sometime somewhere <33 #simon n toji are so similar in my eyes i need em both

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superbat-love · 3 months

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Clark: [stares at Ace] Is that what I think it is?

Bruce: Oh, that’s Chewperman, Ace’s favorite chew toy.

Clark: You let Ace chew on a mini me?

Bruce: That’s what it’s made for. If it makes you feel bad, I’ll make one for Krypto too. He’ll love it, right boy?

Ace: Woof.

The following week at the Fortress of Solitude…

Bruce: Why is this toy kept behind a glass casing? It’s meant for Krypto. [takes it out of the casing and tosses it to Krypto] Here boy!

Krypto: [happily chomps on the Batman chew toy]

Clark: Noooo! Don’t! Krypto, let go of Batsqueak!

Bruce: Batsqueak?

Clark: It just feels wrong, Bruce! I can’t bear to let any harm come to Batsqueak. He should be kept safe in his ice cave, not mauled by giant fangs.

Bruce: …

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baskeigh-ball · 4 months

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posting some mind swap doodles to prove im still alive, so have a few headcanons :D

- Leo in Mikey's body is pure chaos, he has no boundaries when it comes to modifications to "his" body in order to feel more comfortable in his own skin. For example, he gave himself his old markings to cover up Mikey's spots (only around the eyes tho, the arm and leg markings would take way more time.) He loves using Mikey's mystic powers/weapons at first, but eventually feels too weird about it and switches to his own weapons/gear to cope

- Mikey reins him in whenever he gets a little too confident in using his mystic powers though. Mikey is always hovering nearby to make sure Leo doesn't decide to go overboard, fully aware of Leo's lack of awareness when it comes to his physical limits, let alone when he's in someone else's body

- Raph is on the opposite side of the spectrum as far as modifications go, only willing to give Donnie his tech back and wear arm wraps to feel more like himself.

- The only tech he has to keep is the battle shell, especially after realizing just how fragile Donnie's body really is. He becomes refuses to take it off for days at a time, and when he does finally take it off, he's extremely paranoid and puts himself in the safest spot possible: his own room, bundled up in pillows and blankets.

- He also is woefully ignorant in how the battle shell is operated, so it goes haywire pretty often in the beginning. Donnie has to be nearby and ready to be damage control for a long time before Raph becomes confident enough to operate the battle shell's most basic functions.

#i have so many blurbs for this au #but i'm too lazy to draw it out #seriously considering posting the stuff i've written for the au to pick up the slack but that sounds pretty scary ngl #mind swap drabbles #rottmnt mind swap #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #technically rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #my art #rottmnt fanart

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tteokdoroki · 5 months

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bakugou, who, even when on top, likes to have your fingers in his mouth.

something about maintaining eye contact while you shakily plug his sailor’s mouth full with two, maybe three, of your dainty little digits. the way his hips would buck into you, harder and faster, jerking when you press down on his tongue and reach down his throat for his gag reflex.

it’s cute, seeing you all teary eyed and hearing you wail like it’s nobody’s business while you finger fuck his mouth to the rhythm of katsuki’s slender hips smacking against yours. you’re trying so hard to make him feel the way you do, make him drool all over your hand as much as your cunt does on his cock.

it’s in his eyes, ruby red darkened to the shade of blood with lust, as he looks down on you and sucks on your fingers like you would his dick. slobbering on you, moaning around you with a crazed expression and spit on his chin.

you’re a mess, writhing beneath him in awe of his pretty plump lips wrapped around your fingers, kitten licking between them.

even like this, while he’s choking on the pressure from your pretty fingertips — you’re still katsuki bakugou’s sweet little baby.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x you #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugou drabbles #bnha x reader #bnha smut #tteokdoroki #yeah…#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #angelshubnetwork #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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full inspection

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, dom/sub dynamic, mentions of previous self harm! including scars, inspecting body, descriptions of body but i try to keep things vague ish when it comes to features, p in v sex, unprotected sex, anal fingering, illusions to future anal sex, rafe does inspect readers feet but not really in a foot fetishy way? it is a FULL inspection lol

“mouth first today, bunny.” rafe says, tapping your cheek.

you nod, opening up your mouth for his fingers to poke inside of.

the routine is familiar by now, every morning, you wake up to rafes inspections. his fingers glide over your cheeks, then your teeth.

“you did a good job brushing last night, bun.” rafe says, pulling his finger back to your lips, swiping over them as you open up, sticking your tongue out.

his finger glides down your tongue, pushing further and further until his fist is pressing against your teeth. you try your best to control your gag reflex, waiting for rafe to finish his inspection before coughing.

the second his finger pulls back, you take a deep breath.

“you did it, baby!” rafe praises you, tapping your nose. “you didn't gag!”

you smile up at rafe, swallowing to get the tickle out of your throat. “wanna be good for you.”

“i know, bun. since you're so good, why don't you choose what's next up for inspections?” rafe usually moves to your hands next, checking to make sure there's not any bitten nails or chipped polish.

“umm…” you glance down, small nightgown barely covering your body, nothing on underneath. “my uh…” you know what you want, just are too afraid to say it.

“out with it baby.”

“my chest.”

“aww.” rafe chuckles. “baby girl wants her titties inspected next? sounds good.”

rafe tugs your nightgown up, bunching up the silky fabric, eyes devouring your pushed together thighs, the peek of your slit between them, until your tits are revealed and his attention is pulled there instead.

“mmm, such cute little nipples.” rafe uses both his hands to inspect them, first rubbing around the outside of breasts before moving closer, fingers playing with your nipples to make sure they harden like they should.

“very good, baby.” rafe says, hands massaging your chest.

“thank you.” you look down your body, so clearly on display for rafe.

“what about this cute tummy, huh?” he pats your stomach. its not part of his usual inspections, but rafe loves to give a kiss to your tummy, warm lips making contact with your skin, almost always making you giggle.

rafe moves lower, ignoring your core to scooch down the bed to your feet, picking up one and laying it in his lap. his hands run over your sole before looking at your toes, checking that your polish hasn’t chipped, otherwise he’d be getting on the phone to make a pedicure appointment for you before he even finishes inspections.

he lifts your other foot into his lap next, rubbing his thumbs over your foot, making you let out a low moan at the massage.

“so pretty for me baby.” rafe says, allowing himself to appreciate your flawless feet.

“just for you.” you giggle, wiggling your toes.

“thats right.” rafe smiles, hands moving up your legs to your calves, quickly inspecting them before moving to your thighs. you keep your legs closed until rafe nods to give you permission to open them, not wanting to get punished for baring your cunt too early.

“such a pretty pussy.” rafe coos, a singular finger swiping through your center. “but i think we need to inspect your hands first.”

“raaafe.” you whine out, cunt clenching around nothing at his teasing as he grabs your hands. he makes sure to very thoroughly inspect them now that your cunt is spread open for him, his eyes flicking between your manicured nails and your wetness.

“don’t be bratty. you know its important for me to look over every part of you.” rafe says, flipping your hands over so he can rub his thumbs over your palms before skirting down your wrists, frowning at the few scars in lines that interrupt your skin.

“won’t happen again.” you whisper to rafe. its true, your time of self harming and using it to cope is far over now that you have rafe. not only would he easily be able to tell if you started again with his daily inspections, but you don’t feel the need anymore.

“i know, baby.” rafe hums, raising your wrists to press kisses to them.

rafe moves up your arm, hands quickly checking them before his eyes turn back to your cunt.

rafe spreads your folds open with two fingers, smirking when he sees the way your clit pulses. he begins his usual work, rubbing around where you really want him, but you know he insists on inspecting every inch of you.

rafe plunges his finger into your entrance suddenly, making you gasp out, back arching off the bed at the intrusion, but rafe just chuckles.

he begins to thrust it in and out, rubbing the pad of his finger against your walls. “still nice and tight for me.” rafe hums. “good girl.”

“haven’t been touching myself without your permission.” you shake your head. it was the number one thing that used to cause you to fail inspections, touching yourself either while rafe was at work or while he slept next to you.

“i can tell.” rafe hums, slowing his finger making your eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping from your lips. he switches back and forth between fast, hard thrusts, and slowly deep ones, never letting you know what the next movement is going to be.

“clit next.” rafe suddenly pulls his finger out, making you squeal.

“shh.” he hums, taking the same wettened finger to rub over your clit. for how seriously he takes inspections, he moves on quickly from your clit, barely swiping over it before moving on.

“rafe.” you whine, hoping your pout and fluttering eyes will entice him to continue further.

“shush. flip over.” rafe sits back while you flip onto your stomach, nightgown still bunched around your chest.

rafe smiles at the way you plump ass is presented to him. he rubs his hands quickly over your back, then skips your bum to go to your legs.

“are we doing a full inspection today?” you mutter, turning your head to look down your body at rafe. it's not every day he has the time to do his favorite part of inspections.

“oh yes.” he smirks, tapping your thigh. you know instantly what to do, raising onto your hands and knees and spreading your legs apart.

“cute little hole.” rafe smirks, your bum presented to him. he rubs his hands over your cheeks first, squeezing your skin and even shaking it a little to see the way your flesh ripples.

rafe keeps one hand holding you open while the other one comes to your second hole, circling around it. you take a deep breath and plead your body to relax as you wait for the intrusion, letting out a quiet mewl when rafe pushes his fingertip into your hole, slowly to let you adjust as he buries it. rafe hums in approval from the way you clench so tightly around his digit.

“a+, baby.” rafe pulls his finger out. you've never gotten a completely perfect inspection, always having at least one minor issue that needed correction.

“flip over.” he commands. you move quickly onto your back, keeping your knees pulled apart as you blink up at rafe. “what's next?” you question, hoping there is some sort of reward for being so good for rafe lately.

“you get your cunnie inspected again, but this time i use my cock.”

“really?” you squeal. usually rafe is strict about when he will fuck you. he doesn't like to give you anything too often, says it's to not spoil you rotten. he's lucky you don't mind just pleasuring him, whether with your hands or mouth.

“it's what good girls get.” rafe nods. he pulls his tshirt off over his head, his muscles on full display while you wait excitedly.

“gonna keep being good for you.” you promise rafe.

“yeah, you will know that you know you'll get this dick.” rafe chuckles, pushing his pants down his hips, your eyes widening when his cock springs free, already hard.

“go ahead.” rafe encourages you, moving to kneel between your legs. you can't help your grin as you sit up to wrap your hands around his cock.

“look at how tiny your hands are on my big cock.” rafe smirks as you gently stroke him. you love to feel him, love to hold him in your grip.

“can i give it a kiss?” you question, not looking up at rafe, eyes too focused between his thighs. rafe laughs, patting the back of your head, pushing you down slightly as an answer to your question.

you duck your head, kissing right at the tip of rafes cock before slowly smooching along his shaft before kissing back up the other side.

“now lay back.” rafe hums. you are sad to let go of his cock but excited for what is coming next as you lay down, but not before tugging your nightgown the rest of the way off. you toss it on the floor to be dealt with later.

rafes hands press at your inner thighs, making them stretch even further as he lines his cock up, glad that your wetness has grown and he can push inside, not too easily with how tight you are around him, but enough for rafe to enter you in one steady stroke.

a moan works its way through your body, your thighs shaking under his hands, but he doesn’t let up as rafes hips begin to swing back and forth, feeling every inch of your walls with his cock.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans when you clench around him. “so tight for me.” your hands fist in the bedsheets, wishing rafe was draped over you so you could kiss him and hold onto his shoulders, but you know rafe likes kneeling between your spread legs so he can look down on you. it also allows him to thrust faster as he slowly builds up speed.

“love your cock so much.” you whine out, back arching, nipples pebbling in the cool morning air.

“aww, you’re so sweet.” rafe smirks, letting out a chuckle when you pout, his voice condescending, mocking you for how much you’re enjoying it, despite rafes movements speeding up to pound into you.

“oh! oh f-fffffff.” you cut yourself off, remembering that rafe doesn’t like you swearing.

“touch yourself.” rafe grunts out. he’s not sure how much longer he can last, not when he was already turned on from inspecting you and having you kiss and worship his cock.

“thank you!” you manage to squeal out before your hand reaches between your thighs, using your fingertips to rub over your clit, hoping rafe is ready soon because you’re not sure how much longer you can hold back.

“you know what the final part of a full inspection is?” rafe questions. you try to think of what it could be, but your mind doesn’t work anymore, so filled with pleasure and thoughts of rafe that nothing else can get through.

“its seeing how good you take my cum.” rafe moans, moving quicker when you feel his cock swell inside of you, signaling how close he is. you rub faster at your clit as he delivers a few final punishing strokes before cumming with a groan, your own fingers rubbing you to orgasm seconds later as you whine out a series of rafes name over and over, your cunt pulsing around his cock, milking him.

“oh, thats a good girl.” rafe pats your lower stomach. “tummy all swelled up with my cum.”

you look down your body, and rafe is right, theres the slightest bulge from rafes cock being lodged deep inside of you and then stuffing you with cum.

“keep my cum inside of you for a minute and you’ll get an extra special reward.” rafe says as he pulls out, knowing you’re going to have to clench your hole for the entire minute with how much he flooded inside of you.

“okay.” you mumble, eyes closing as you concentrate as his cock pulls away, glad you practice kegels as you try to keep all his cum in. you know rafe is staring at your hole, waiting to see if anything leaks from your cunt. time passes quickly, thankfully, and rafe is tapping your thigh before you know it. “you did it, baby girl. that was an entire minute.”

“really?” you smile, proud of yourself as you relax, knowing his cum is going to leak on the bedsheets. “whats the special prize?”

“well, i inspected your pussy with my cock, and now its time for you ass.” rafe grins while your eyes widen.

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“You are under arrest for your act of terrorism.” Weiss eyes widened in shock looking at the man who was her old school acquaintance. Unable to see any of the goofiness from the red-eyed, intimidating cybernetic enforcer clad in state of the art power armor. “Resistance will be punished severely with prejudice force.” The Heiress took a step backward with her hand landed on her hilt of her rapier-like sword ready to defend herself against her ex-acquaintance…even as their large part of her wanted to save him.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #jaune arc #weiss schnee #cyberpunk au #cyborg au #drabble post #tragedy #horror prompt #drabble prompt

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scribblestatic · 1 year

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I'm feeling bad, so to make myself feel better

Trans alt-poprock singer Deku.

Tw: Bullying, transphobia

She realized she was trans earlier in life, and Inko was thankfully supportive. However, being bullied at school, it only got worse after she started saying, rightfully, she was a girl. The teachers wouldn't affirm her gender and the kids made her feel worse, saying things they really shouldn't have and many would come to later regret. So, Izuku stopped saying it at school and would only wear what she wanted at home or with her mom. This included a lot of pink things along with her usual plain style.

Inko allowed Izuku to take puberty blockers right around when puberty started and her voice began cracking, her deeper voice causing pretty obvious and acute distress. However, her voice kept cracking, so she started voice training so she could sound how she wanted.

Because she researches things deeply, she gained an interest in singing, and started practicing often at home. She learned quickly, and Inko saw how sweet Izuku's singing voice was. After asking if she'd be interested, Inko enrolled her into singing classes so she'd have something to do after school. While Izuku retained her interest in heroes, music and singing quickly joined the ranks, and she started becoming both a hero and musician otaku.

Despite learning music very quickly, she couldn't quite get her voice to follow. She was starting to feel worse about her voice to the point she briefly became mute. However, the singing teacher was also supportive and showed Izuku songs from people who sang off-key. It was still lovely music and Izuku liked listening to it. After a little while, her voice came back, though she still becomes selectively mute in some situations.

Wanting to try something out, she talked to people in music forums and developed a song with a small group. She couldn't really play instruments, but she provided the vocals. They couldn't come up with a name, so Izuku used the cruel nickname "Denpaku," meaning "puppet poisoned by electromagnetic waves."

[From Wiki: The Japanese term "denpa" (電波, 'electromagnetic waves') originally arose in the 1990s to describe quirky individuals who often daydream and live in their personal fantasies, and derives from the Fukagawa Street Murders in 1981.

In regards to music, the term obtained a negative connotation, and was mainly associated with music that was considered creepy, and had incomprehensible lyrics, often of otaku origin.]

[They added denpa to deku to say she's a useless person living in ridiculous fantasies, regarding both her gender and her desire for heroics. Denpaku.]

The song came out on a small forum, being only audio. It wasn't super popular at first, but people became attracted by the expertise of the musicians and the earnest force behind Izuku's voice, even when she was off-key.

They began making more songs together, building a small following on music streaming sites. Once they gained a larger following over a thousand people, they started getting paid by some places, increasing Izuku's allowance.

Meanwhile, her school life mostly remained the same, though bullies would occasionally reference her gender "delusion". Katsuki never bullied her in that regard, though he continuously talked down to her about being quirkless. She mostly managed to take it in stride, until the incident.

At the middle of first year of middle school, a new kid transferred into the region and became popular because he had a cool quirk that allowed him to warp small objects with the snap of his fingers. He wasn't as interested in heroics, but did want to become a fashion icon and greatly valued popularity. He saw Izuku as a good target to bolster his own image, so he began participating in the bullying.

However, it kept escalating to new things, especially after he learned that Izuku is trans. He had learned bad opinions about trans people from his parents and he thus decided to push them on Izuku. First, he started framing Izuku for stealing girls' hair scrunchies and clips. Then he started framing her for stealing makeup, which Izuku fervently denied. However, no one believed her and she became further alienated at school, speaking less and less. As she used her "boy voice" less often, she began using her "girl voice" almost exclusively, though she'd have to remember to use the other one for school.

The last straw was when he tried to frame Izuku for taking pictures in the girl's changing room. He'd taken them himself, but one of the girls saw him, so he fled. The girls claimed they saw a black phone and heard someone run up near the roof.

However, it had been the boy. After running up to the roof and seeing Izuku eating there alone, he transferred the burner phone to Izuku's bag, then transferred himself into an empty room he'd ran past. He wasn't completely honest with the strength of his quirk. When the girls saw that Izuku was there on the roof, the boy came up behind them and convinced them to call Izuku out in class rather than accuse him at that moment.

Back in class, as soon as Izuku entered, she was dragged in and shoved to the floor. The girls immediately accused her of being a pervert and taking private pictures of them. Of course, she shook her head quickly, managing to put on her "boy voice" to deny the accusations despite her stress. The girls started grabbing at her, which she tried to back away from, and another girl dug into Izuku's bag, finding the phone there. It had a password, but a girl used her quirk to unlock it and they immediately found all the pictures of them.

They began calling him terrible names and accusing him. As they did, the boy casually brought up that Izuku "wanted to be a girl," so that gave her a motive to look at something she "could never be." The girls began throwing transphobic and ableist slurs and rhetoric at her, verbally assaulting her for being trans and quirkless. Izuku is already in tears, trying desperately to deny what they said, but she felt herself starting to go mute and she started having a breakdown. They started hitting her as they kept going, their anger coming to a head.

That's when Katsuki told them all to shut up.

"Deku's a quirkless bastard, but not a fucking pervert."

When the boy starts trying to say Katsuki's defending Izuku so he must be complicit, Katsuki casually asks him what his quirk is as he stands up, his face carefully blank. When the boy says Katsuki already knows, Katsuki calls him out for suddenly not wanting to remind anyone of what his quirk was, starting to pop his own quirk in his hands. The boy tries to stand up to Katsuki, explaining that it couldn't have involved him, but Katsuki keeps asking questions and letting him dig the hole himself.

Eventually, the boy is backed up against a wall as Katsuki stands in front of him, his face curled with rage.

"You know what I hate more than a Deku? A fucking villain."

He slams his hand into the wall, cracking the paint without actually using his quirk like he'd threatened. The boy's face had just been there.

But he used his quirk to jump out of the way, not wanting his face to get damaged.

Seeing that he wasn't honest about the extent of his quirk, they realized that he really had been the one to take their pictures. Some of the girls began harassing the boy. Others, realizing what they'd done, turned to Izuku to try to start apologizing, but...

Her eyes were completely empty. She was hugging herself and visibly shaking. Her breaths were coming to quickly for her to really take it in. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she just barely managed to sob.

One of the girls tried reaching for her, but Izuku's gaze snapped to the hand before her flight instincts activated. Without a sound, she scrambled to her feet and practically burst through the classroom door. She then ran down the hall, leaving everything behind. Her books, her real phone, her hero and singing journals, all of it.

The teacher, having heard the explosion, comes into the room moments after Izuku ran away and demands to know what happened.

The police get called, as do parents. Their classes get dismissed for the rest of the day. Police have to search the school for Izuku, finding her curled up in a tight ball in the school's basement, bruises on her face and hands as she shakes from stress.

The next few days, the police get the details. Katsuki got a slight slap on the wrist since he didn't use his quirk to threaten anyone–he wasn't going to ruin his school record. The boy got suspended, his family threatened with legal action from the girls' parents. The girls involved got counseling over the incident, both to assuage their fears and to scold them over how they treated Izuku, especially the slurs.

However, Izuku never returned to school. The police picked up and took her things, and that was the last anyone from the school sees of her there. The school got sued after it turned out the hate crimes against her had been going on for a long while. The kids tried to pin it on Katsuki, but his comments about Izuku being quirkless, while improper, were not determined to constitute a hate crime. He also didn't say anything about her being trans, because he honestly didn't find a problem with it. Deku was just Deku in his eyes, regardless of gender. However, the boy and other bullies who directly harmed her did cause a problem for the district. The court case would continue for an good while.

The rest of first year, second year, and third year all passed without much incident. Almost.

Katsuki was taken hostage by a villain in second year, but a girl with a face mask on and short, curly pink hair ran out of the crowd and tried to help, throwing her bag at the villain, reaching her hands into the ooze, and pulling one of Katsuki's hands out. He managed the rest, busting himself the rest of the way out. All Might arrived and finished the rest of the job.

As heroes tried to talk to the girl after the fact, she quickly gathered her things, not wanting any further attention, and she fled before either All Might or Katsuki could figure out who she was. The entire time, she never said a word.

Third year passed without any further incidents. But, around the beginning of the first year of high school, an EP by an artist group comes out.

First, they release the song with the album cover, which is a bed of roses in the evening.

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It's used as the starting theme for a new romantic comedy between an awkward, somewhat tsundere girl and her love, an oblivious young man who can be rather ignorant but kindhearted, who sees through her sharp comments to the actually soft person on the inside.

Then, the group performed a live action version of the song, and...

It's Izuku standing at the mic. She looks very different, having dyed her hair pink. Her sense of style still sticks out though. Although she isn't wearing any text on her shirt, her freckles and voice call back to her. Moreover, the name of the band.

Denpaku.

She looks pretty. And she seems to clearly enjoy singing the song, dancing along disjointedly and somewhat off beat despite the fact she sings beautifully.

She shows up in one square on screen as a girl with burn marks all over her visible body plays most of the instruments, and one young man with a little bit of a moustache plays the flute, violin, and adds vocals. Denpaku is a three-person team that built on a music forum and has since become especially popular.

The older teen girl, "Velma", is a burn victim from a villain incident. The young man, "Riku", has ASD and constantly wears headphones over his ears, even while playing music. And the lead singer is, of course, Izuku, who is quirkless. She's also openly trans from the start, which threw some people off, but support loudly outweighs detractors.

"It doesn't matter. Cute is justice!"

"Why are y'all obsessed over this CHILD'S genitals?? Weirdos..."

"Ugh, what a sweetheart. When's this group's next song?"

"I get it. Denpaku, like Denpa and Deku? They're all outcasts with dreams. But they're making their dreams a reality. I like it. Call me a fan."

She attends school online, allowing her to become popular and keep learning. So, by thr time Katsuki gets into U.A., Denpaku singles and albums are already becoming more mainstream.

...Not sure how to end this one, but I'll write more about it.

#singer au #bnha au #static writes #drabble post #Youtube #au post 1

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Surrender

A/N: So, in honor of Star Wars Day, I wrote a small drabble set in one of my SW verses for Amelia. It’s set two years before Episode I: The Phantom Menace. Just a little something I felt like writing. Also, just a note- Amelia’s name in this verse is “Ris”. Title: Surrender. Fandom: Star Wars (Prequel trilogy). Character(s): Jedi Knight (OC); Jedi Master (OC); Yoda; Obi-Wan Kenobi (Mentioned). Pairing(s): Unrequited love/pining (Obi-Wan x OC). Words: 1,285. Status: One-Shot; Complete. Special Notes: A big shout-out and thanks to @koiwrites, because her Obi-Wan is the reason both this AU verse for Amelia exists and this whole story idea. Thanks, girl.

Ris stared out the windows of the dimly lit room with a faint smile, admiring the shades of reds, golds, and orange of the setting sun. Though very different from her home back on Naboo, there was a certain beauty to the skyline in Coruscant. The serene sight almost did give the young Jedi a sense of peace, helping her to remain calm as she waited for the Jedi Masters to arrive.

She did not know how long she was meditating alone on that floor before she heard the soft hiss of the pneumatic door open, and two people entered the room. Ris stayed kneeling on the floor, bowing her head in respect as they walked past and stood before her.

“Master Coul, Master Yoda,” she greeted them, her voice low and soft, before she raised her head to meet their gaze.

Her master nodded in turn, calmly folding his hands behind his back. “I have informed Master Yoda of your request,” he explained.

Ris’ back tensed, feeling anxious. Granted, yes, she knew this was going to happen. Obviously, Master Yoda would be informed about her decision. She knew that. Still, the young Jedi was nervous. She has lived for twenty cycles in this galaxy, and right now, she felt as meek and mild as a youngling with their first lessons.

“Surprising this is,” Yoda began, leaning on his cane, staring intently at Ris. “Wish to speak with you, I do.”

“Of course,” she responded, focusing on taking slow, steady breaths.

“I shall take my leave,” Phyllon stated, giving a bow a of respect to both, starting to head back to the door.

She looked up at her master, who paused, catching her panicked gaze with his own gentle one.

CALM, he responded through their bond in the Force. IT WILL BE ALRIGHT.

The sentiment did have a soothing effect on her spirit, as she shared a simple nod with him, and he continued out of the room, the door shutting close behind him, as she turned her attention back towards Yoda.

“Troubled you seem, young one,” Yoda commented. Not a question but an observation.

A weak smile tugged at her lips. “I am, Master Yoda,” Ris admitted. Even if it was not a confession, it felt like one.

“A decision to be made lightly, this is not,” he continued, staring intently at her.

“No, it wasn’t,” she quietly agreed, glancing away, her fists tightening on her lap. Truthfully, Ris didn’t wish to leave. For so long, this Temple was her home. Her friends, her family were here, her Master was here. She did not want to leave, but after much reflection on the Jedi code and her own heart, it was the only conclusion she felt she could come to.

“Hm. Great conflict I sense within you, young Jedi,” Yoda began after a moment, “A storm of emotions beneath the surface–Fear and Attachment… Cloud your judgment, they will. Cause you to stumble, they might. Tempt you, they will, to the Dark Side. Be careful, young Jedi.”

“I will, Master Yoda,” she solemnly promised, still not meeting his gaze. “I will not forget the teachings here at the Temple, what everyone has done for me. It–This is my home, and I don’t want you to think I’m ungrate–”

“No need. Your worry, there is no need,” Yoda calmly interrupted, leaning forward on his cane. “Look upon me.” Although hesitant, Ris obeyed, staring back at the elder Jedi Master, her eyes welling up with tears. “Moves through us all, the Force does. Bound by the Force we all are. But the path the Force takes you, your destiny, depends upon the actions you take. Different the path is for everyone. No shame, there is, in walking a different path. No dishonor. Dishonor the Temple, dishonor your master, you have not, young Jedi.”

Overcome with gratitude and relief at his words, Ris found she couldn’t speak, but instead humbly bowed her head towards him, almost crying. However, Yoda was not finished.

“Conflicted a long time you have been. But never over the Code of the Jedi, never about where home is. Conflict of the heart this is–between the one you told goodbye…and the one you yet will.”

He was right, as he was many times. Ris knew immediately of the two he spoke.

When a youngling left to attend the Temple, they left behind their home, their family. The Jedi and the Temple were now their family, their old life was to be completely left behind, and yet, no matter how hard she tried, Ris couldn’t seem to do that with her twin Yeshua. For so long, Ris simply chalked it up to the twins having a bond through the Force; it was common for that to happen. And while training or on a mission, Ris had the proper focus, until there were the still, quiet moments in the twilight period between late night and early morning, her thoughts almost always returned to Yeshua.

And when her thoughts were not on him, they were on another. A boy–no, he was now a young man–in the Temple. One she grew up with, one whom she always shared a special bond: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Perhaps it was simple naivete on her part, but Ris simply thought it was friendship. After all, many Jedi were close to others, having strong, deep friendships. Surely, that’s all this was, too. Maybe the reason she vehemently insisted to herself it was simply friendship was because the moment she realized it wasn’t, Ris knew her time at the Temple was coming to a close, and the idea of leaving Obi-Wan felt like a stab to the heart. Even now, her body was almost trembling as she mentally struggled to calm herself. Yoda carefully placed his hand on her forehead, and after releasing a shuddering sob, Ris managed to compose herself, looking the Jedi Master in the eye.

She did not want to leave him. She didn’t want to tell him goodbye, yet, she knew it had to be done. Obi-Wan’s dream was to be a Jedi; she couldn’t take that from him. The galaxy needed him. She could not be selfish, and truthfully, Ris wanted him to be happy. Because that’s what happened when you fell in love, if the stories were anything to believe in–you valued the other’s happiness over your own. And Ris learned and accepted that–she loved Kenobi. It took her a long time to discover and accept it, but she was in love with Kenobi. So, though she did not want to, she would leave.

“To leave the Order, your wish it is?”

“Yes, I wish to leave the Order.”

“Accept your request, the Council has. Surrender your lightsaber you will now, Ris.”

She nodded and carefully unclipped the hilt, gazing down at it for a brief moment, as a silent acknowledgement of the work she put into crafting her weapon, her devotion to the Force, and the weight of her decision. It was her decision to make, and she did so freely, though it did not mean her heart was not heavy. A silent farewell to her life over the past fourteen cycles before she offered it up to him.

“I surrender my lightsaber to the Council.”

Yoda took the lightsaber, making a small sound of approval. “Come. Still more to be done,” he began, “Return you to Naboo, Master Coul will.” The news lightened her heart slightly. She did not know how she would be returning back to her grandfather’s estate, but she was happy to hear it would be from her former Master.

“Thank you.”

“May the Force be with you.”

“And be with you also, Master Yoda.”

#Drabble post #Ephiny writes #v: Compassion is essential to a Jedi's life #(long post)

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