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Lol cookie run infected au critter. Canonically supports the LGBTQ+ and also for some reason enjoys breaking gravestones and robbing its kin of their limbs
(Blood and body horror below the cut!!)
#tw blood#tw body horror#TUMBLR RUINED THE QUALITY. TEARS IB MY EYES#cookie run infected au#imy back huets so much#the cookie run infected au has had a pride month icon for a year straight now#these mindless creatures dont care abt qjo you love they qant to kill you#THRY WANT YOUR BLOOD SPILT#lems art
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Magick just called me "The epitome of Cluster A personality disorders" and honestly I am.not even mad, he hit that nail on the head
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You know that Post about Danny becoming the False Villian, Expose?
To train all these kids, who are running around with shitty priorities and the self preservation instincts of lemmings? Because they were arrogant. Didn't listen to the concerns of those they "protect". Didn't listen to the concerns of a fellow Hero. So now, they WILL learn, at the hands of a "Villian".
Cause he TRIED pointing things out nicely.
Was met with a brick wall of condescension and dismissal.
THAT post.
You know where he would not only do that, but go APESHIT into it? Because he is a Hero and holy SHIT these kids are gonna get themselves killed? Gonna kill somebody ELSE? Have fucked up priorities and live in a fucked up system they do not even question?
Boku No Hero Academia.
Why the FUCK are you posing for the cameras? Why the absolute FUCK are you beating that man down on the worst day of his life, instead of TALKING him down? Why are you jumping too conclusions and splitting up and playing for the crowds? Why. The ABSOLUTE AND UNFORGIVING FUCK do you seem to ASSUME that every innocent soul, that doesn't look default generic human, is the AGGRESSOR in every situation you arrive at?!
Danny would have a conniption. Just a full body rage seizure, as his Ghost-y lil brain LIT UP with the BURNING NEED to fix everything, everywhere, at once. Right. Now.
But do they listen?
Ha!
Cool, cool cool cool cool..... he's gonna burn the entire country dow- No! That way lies Dan! Breathe, Fenton. Just.... Breathe. You can fix this.
The older ones may be set in their ways, but the younger ones are still learning. They can get better. BE better. They're kids. They just need opportunities to grow. And they WANT to be Heros, right? All he has to do is show them HOW. Poke their weak spots and point out their mistakes.
He can do that!
And just? Out of NO WHERE? This foreign villian decends upon Japan? What's worse, seeming to TARGET HEROS STUDENTS. Young, just debuted, Heros. Everyone freaks out. Older Heros closing rank, where they can, to try and Protect These Kids(tm).
But they can't be everywhere at once.
And this menace? Seemingly CAN be. Can make copies of himself. Use Ice. Fly. Energy beams. Intangiblity. Invisibility! What monster are they DEALING with?! That plays the flamboyant fool, dispensing deadly peril, only to then turn around, and in chilling sobriety absolutely destroy seasoned heroes?
That LECTURES them while doing it.
He's undermining the people's faith in the system!
(But should they have faith in it? Doesn't he have good points? Aren't they getting stronger, faster, better heroes for facing him? Where did he come from? Hasn't anyone else noticed that not a single civilian has gotten hurt, at his hands? That he annihilates any true villians foolish enough to think he's on their side?)
(How many "thugs" and "minor villians" have these guys not noticed, they wonder, who have just... disappeared. Come into contact with this guy and then? Stopped. Turned up somewhere else, weeks later, healthy again. Smiling with illegal lifestyle support gear, a new job, a new life, and better future. Finally free of the violence.)
Amity may be at peace by the time Danny turns 20(-ish? Maybe? Is he? Clockwork! How old IS he? You've sent him on so many of your weird timebend-y missions he lost count!). But? Danny is a Heroic Protector Spirit. His Obsession has demands. And his Human sides Space Obsession will never really be quite strong enough to support him.
You know, since it can't die.
Just because it HAS a Soul aspect to it, doesn't mean it'll ever come into practical use. So? The more powerful Heroic instincts it is! And honestly, he wasn't even planning to STAY. Just check the place out. You know, compare his options. But... *twitch*
They Are Doing It Wrong.
So now he lives here!
.....it's awful! They don't even have any space exploration! No studying, no stars, no futuristic moon base! Nothing! And he doesn't even SPEAK Japanese! In human form? He has no idea what anyone is saying! At least the Sorta-But-Not skeleton Ghost guy across the hall is helping. Dude might be taller then his DAD. Seriously ecto-starved though. It's like he somehow GAVE all his body's ecto to someone else!
How's he supposed to heal like that?! Guy really needs to learn how to take care of himself.
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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ HOW THEY KISS YOU.
fandom. honkai star rail
pairings. blade, dan heng, gepard, jing yuan, sampo x gn!reader
content warnings. suggestive, kissing & making out, very short hcs, not edited/proofread
word count. 0.4k
notes. hsr edition to this genshin one :)
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ blade.
when he kisses you, his whole attention is on you and you only. his hands holding your face as if you would run away, the moment he blinks, his body always pressed close to yours— blade towers over you, in both height and muscle mass and yet his kisses are always so gentle. gentle and slow, unrushed, but he still makes you gasp and moan, drinking up every noise you make.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ dan heng.
dan heng’s kisses are always so full of his love. no matter how stupid it sounds, you can’t help but melt at his attention, fully knowing his heart belongs to you. he’s unrushed with his kisses, as if he has all the time in the world. and when your lips break apart, he murmurs praise and proclaims his love in a way that makes you shudder in his arms every time.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ gepard.
his kisses are innocent. fleeting touches, because he would never dare to deepen them when you’re in public. once you do, behind closed doors, it’s always his breath that hitches first and his cheeks that flush oh so beautifully. and yet, he wouldn’t dare to turn away, instead following your lead, shy but still eager.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ jing yuan.
when jing yuan kisses you, it’s always full of teasing and mirth. an annoying smirk on his face, while he pulls you close to him. he knows you’re weak for him and he abuses that fact every moment he can. and then he peppers your skin with fleeting kisses and nips, never giving what you actually want— his lips on yours. but if you beg, he will think about it.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ sampo.
sampo kisses are filthy, all tongue and teeth. no matter where you are, in public or at home, he leaves flushed and panting, all while teasing you how ‘weak you’re to his charm’. you try to protest, of course you do, you still have some dignity left, but then he pulls you close again, eager to repeat his actions. again and again, until you’re nothing more but a whimpering mess.
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may I please request
❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜ with Hunter 👀
I’m still thinking about the masquerade fic and I am unwell
i am also unwell from that fic and it's clearly rewired my brain chemistry. please enjoy this smutty hors d'ouevres
So Good For Me
Summary: Hunter makes you cum. Really hard. That's it that's the fic. Prompt in bold.
Warnings: 18+ content, minors begone. f!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, dirty talk, implied multiple orgasms
Word Count: 484
Hunter’s mouth suckling your clit as he pushes two crooked fingers up against your g-spot has obliterated all your ability to think coherently. Your focus is consumed by the growing, aching pleasure deep in your core, the impossible tightening of your muscles, and a foreign pressure right where Hunter pumps his fingers. You moan unabashedly, mewls and whimpers of pleasure echoing in the empty ship.
The vibrations of Hunter’s growling groan against your cunt is what sends you rocketing over the edge. Your vision whites out as your back arches off the bunk, hands curled into claws as you scream. Hunter doesn’t let you move very far—his free hand presses on your hips to keep you steady—the added pressure makes your walls pulse harder.
And the orgasm never seems to end. Every additional stroke of Hunter’s calloused fingertips against your walls has you shaking and falling apart further. It’s only when he withdraws his lips from your clit that you’re able to breathe again.
Legs quivering, all you can do is laugh uncontrollably, tears sliding down your cheeks. Your orgasm still continues to pulse and writhe within your core, every flex of your muscles making you yelp. Skin plastered to the thin sheets of the bunk, your entire body is damp, equal parts sweat, saliva, and slick.
Hunter smooths a hand over your thigh, trailing kisses on your heated skin in the wake of the goosebumps that his touch elicits. Weakly raising your head, cunt squeezing around his fingers still buried in your wet heat, you meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and his entire face shines with your arousal. Your release drips from his curls.
“So good for me,��� he husks, placing a delicate kiss to your swollen, oversensitive clit. “Look how much you came. Squirted all over me, sweetheart.”
Laughter dying out, a low whine catches in your throat, inexplicable embarrassment swelling up in a hot rush. You cover your face with both hands.
With a wet squelch, Hunter withdraws his fingers from your pussy to wrap his hands around your wrists. “Mesh’la,” he says, “look at me. S’nothin’ to feel shy about. That was the hottest kriffin’ thing you’ve ever done.”
Squinting at him from behind your fingers, you pout. “Not that time I asked you to breed me?”
He groans, biting his lip at the memory. His sound makes you shiver pleasantly. Relaxing, you let him pin your arms onto the bed once more. His eyes trail down your naked form, drinking in every part of your body. In contrast, he’s still fully clothed, his blacks tented where his cock stands at attention, and the neckline of his top dark with your release. He meets your gaze once again.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, mesh’la,” he says, a gentle smile tugging on his lips. “Now, let’s see if we can’t make you squirt again...”
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hey! so i hope this isn’t too creepy/nosey, but im a medical student and i was reading your possible fibromyalgia post and have a couple ideas lol. full important disclaimer that im only partly into my studies and im currently in the hypochondriac phase and also your summary was amazing but a real doc would ask way more questions, so please consult with an actual doc and take everything i say with a grain of salt! but like your symptoms aren’t nothing so i would def encourage finding a doc that you trust to do a proper exam and run some tests. also im operating under the assumption that you’re under 50 lol, bc if you’re over 50ish that’s a whole diff list of possible diagnoses.
so the thirst thing you’re talking about is often called polydipsia and is commonly associated with diabetes insipidus. that’s not the normal diabetes you think about, but happens when your body can’t regulate fluids in your body properly. id think of this if you’re also peeing a lot lol. your doc would have to do some kidney tests for that, which wouldn’t be part of the blood panel you mentioned. i’m a little skeptical that it’s hypokalemia bc that would’ve showed up on your blood test results. it could be transient electrolyte imbalances when you exercise so have one of those electrolyte packets when you exercise lol, bc it never hurts to try the easy solutions first, but chronic low potassium should’ve shown up? tho eating sweet potatoes has never hurt.
other things it could be is a lower motor neuron problem bc you mentioned twitches and muscle weakness which is typical for those. i def can’t say more without tests, but look into/get your doc to look into myasthenia gravis or LEMS and see if either of those fit. i think it’s possible bc these often also start with face/upper body symptoms, but would need way more questions/tests to know. it’s unlikely but could also be a glycogen storage disease called McArdle disease bc you describe a second wind thing when you exercise along with exercise intolerance. that’s super rare tho so it’s unlikely unless someone in your family has it/has similar symptoms.
also look into autoimmune stuff like rheumatoid arthritis, lupus, and sjögrens disease. i have way less useful info on that bc we haven’t gotten to it in class yet lol, but sjögrens looks promising bc you often get dry mouth with it, and it often goes along with rheumatoid arthritis which could explain the joint stuff possibly.
it’s also totally possible this is fibromyalgia, but i would be cautious diagnosing it bc it often comes with fatigue and cognitive stuff which you didn’t mention. it’s also more of a pain thing, and doesn’t include your twitches/dry mouth. it’s def possible, and it was def something i thought of when i saw your symptoms, but personally i would want to rule out other stuff first bc fibromyalgia is pretty vague and often a diagnosis of exclusion when other things don’t fit.
sorry for overwhelming you!! i just saw your post and was like hmmm those symptoms sound like Something. again take my advice with a big grain of salt, but i do really think it’s worth asking your doc about it and getting tests done, bc even if there aren’t cures there are def treatments to help with a bunch of this stuff. it doesn’t sound urgent, but at least from your post your symptoms don’t sound like run of the mill aches and pains. hope you figure stuff out!!
The problem with 'muscles don't work right ouchy and I am also tired' is that it's a symptom for Absolutely Everything That Can Be Wrong With The Body. Is it cancer? Is it a terrible diet and sleep schedule? Who knows!
The doctor ran a diabetes test with the blood panel and it came up negative, but I don't know if that checks for weird kinds of diabetes. (Diabetes does not run in my family until we get very old.) That test was memorable because I have stupid fragile veins that freak out and collapse at the mere sight of a needle so I had to get stabbed nine times, they didn't manage to get the middle reading at all, and in the end they resorted to just stabbing my thumb with one of those diabetes home blood test thingies and manually squeezing my blood out into a tube drop by drop.
I looked up polydipsia and I don't think I have that. I think I just prefer my mouth to be wetter than my salival glands want it to be. 🤷♀️I think most of my problems are probably not related to any rare chronic disease, but just run-of-the-mill autism making it hard to look after myself or properly notice and process my physical condition and adapt accordingly. I don't eat enough fresh foods because it's hard to plan with the very short timeframe to prepare and eat them in. I'm uncoordinated and damage my body a lot through overwork or using muscles incorrectly because autism makes it hard to keep track of those things. My mouth feels dry and my skin feels itchy and my muscles feel sore because that's what being autistic feels like. My sleep schedule is garbage because my executive function is garbage and even once I do manage to get myself into the bed I can't just "go to sleep", I pass out when I'm ready to pass out.
I'm not saying it's impossible for anything else to be going on, but I think the known factor is the simplest explanation here. It's 2:30pm and I've been putting off breakfast for five hours. Every time I go into the kitchen I get distracted by housework instead. I am very hungry. This is not behaviour that is conducive to a well-functioning body.
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Hi! It's me again :3, I don't know (and remember) if anyone has asked this before but I would like to know:
How did OG!MK feel when he found out that SW is his father in another dimension (I feel like Mei would say something like "See? I told you he was your dad" or something)
If it happens before S4, I feel like Mk would be a little jealous of his other self seeing that he doesn't have the problem of not knowing who his biological parents.
(The idea occurred to me when I remembered a tiktok that said MK used any type of editing app to get an idea of what his parents would look like 🥲)
omg if you have that tiktok I'd love a link XD
Think i did do a post like that ages ago, but only with an earlier draft of TMKATI and canon. Now I have like three more verses to torment MK with >:)
When the Canon verse and the other verses collide, the quickest thing the MKs would notice is their appearances.
OG!MK: "Whoa!! These me's are monkey demons!"
TMKATI!MK: "And you guys are... human???"
SlowBoiled!MK: "Yeah, why wouldn't him- I mean me be?"
CenturyEgg!MK: "I don't know about you guys - but my parents are monkey demons. Then again my gūtā [dad's gender neutral older sibling] is human, I think???"
JTTWEgg!MK: "My parents are monkey demons! The coolest monkey demons ever I may brag."
TMKATI!MK: "Oh no way! My parents are monkey demons too! i have a bunch of adopted siblings though. Does your dad work with Bóbo[dad's older brother] Pigsy too?"
CenturyEgg!MK: "No cus Uncle Pigsy and Tang lives in the city. We all live on Flower Fruit Mountain - but we visit as often as possible! Uncle Sandy ferries us across all the time." :3
OG!MK: "Wow!! You two live on the mountain!? What's it like?"
JTTWEgg!MK, shrugging: "It's cool."
CenturyEgg!MK: "Sometimes feel pressured by my role as Heir to the Stone Throne - but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I really don't like having to visit the Celestial Realm though. The nobles are kinda mean about my dad cus he caused a bunch of havoc a long time ago."
The Other MKs: "wut"
OG!MK: "Uh... Please explain who your parents are?"
CenturyEgg!MK, confused by their confusion: "Sun Wukong the Monkey King, and Liu'er Mihou the Sage of Wind??? I thought you guys were too???"
JTTWEgg!MK: "Yeah, mine are too. I thought you guys knew??"
SlowBoiled!MK: "No- well kind- it's complicated! Ok!?"
TMKATI!MK: "Not me. My parents are normal monkey demons, dude."
OG!MK: "Oh my gods the Monkey King *is* our dad in another universe! Mei is never gonna let me forget this!"
CenturyEgg!MK: "Well techinically he's my mom too so..."
The Other MKs: "lol wat?"
JTTWEgg!MK: "lol same."
The different MKs collaborate to tell stories about themselves (and get a solid PSA on Stone Eggs) while their respective Meis are snapping photos with eachother.
The different monkeys watch on nervously. The different monkey kings are sitting politely as their Macaques hiss at eachother from across the room.
OG!SWK: "So uh... did you tell him yet?"
Other Monkeys: "Tell him what?"
SlowBoiled!SWK: "About him being made by Nuwa, or the fact that we were forced to abandon him?"
The CenturyEgg and TMKATI monkeys: "What."
TMKATI!SWK, laughing nervously: "What? Oh gods no. I thought you guys meant telling him who we are!"
The Other Monkeys: "Wut"
CenturyEgg!SWK: "Your MK doesn't know that you guys are... Us?"
TMKATI!LEM: "Nah, we've sorta been off-the-grid ever since genius here [thumb-points at his SWK] got me pregnant with our MK."
The Stone Egg au SWKs: "Hah!" "Uno reverse card, plums!"
Stone Egg LEMs: *all three have varying looks of horror, indignance, and bashfulness*
SlowBoiled!LEM: "I said I was sorry!"
OG!LEM: "Wait... what do you mean by sorry?"
SlowBoiled!LEM, looking uncomfortable: "Cus of our uh... fight under the Mountain, and me not returning to feed him, I sorta caused Wukong's body to create a Stone Egg... and then I sorta died before I found out so..."
JTTWEgg!LEM: "Ooof. Glad I learned early then."
CenturyEgg!SWK, to his SlowBoiled counterpart: "Oh bummer, you got left with Stone Egg all the way back then? I started up the process willingly after I had to seal away DBK. When was the little guy born?"
SlowBoiled!SWK: "Little lady actually. Yuebei was born about six months ago. Our MK was crafted by Nuwa - then again I did raise him the first year until I became too weak to care for him..." *looks sad*
TMKATI and CenturyEgg monkeys: "Oh no..." :( "Stone eggs are super dangerous to the people around them. I don't blame you."
JTTWEgg!SWK: "Odd. I got an Egg from the mountain too - but mine was born shortly after I completed the Journey. And mine was our MK. Did losing Mihou make the process longer??"
OG Monkeys: "What?" "How many of you have MK as your kid!?"
(*Cue them having to make a Venn Diagram of Whos' MK is What to Whom*)
OG!SWK: "Ok so! Mine and the guy with the super-adorbs baby got our MKs dumped on us."
SlowBoiled Monkeys: *proudly showing photos of their Yuebei*
OG!LEM: "The me in sweatpants had him cus of a comet /slash/ stone egg soul mishap."
TMKATI!LEM: "Oh, my Wukong was still responsible there. He sealed the Harbringer's soul inside me after using a sealing spell.
TMKATI!SWK: "I panicked, ok!"
OG!SWK, pointing at the remaining universes: "Annnd you two literally birthed him yourselves."
CenturyEgg and JttwEgg SWKs: "Yup." "Stone shell and all."
OG!SWK: "...is there anything else I'm missing?"
The other universes: (*scratching their chins in thought*)
SlowBoiled!LEM, slyly: "So are you guys back together yet, or what?"
OG Monkeys: "What!?" "As if!"
Laughter just erupts around the room as the canon shadowpeach pairing realises that they're the odd ones out as *not* being together.
Complete and utter chaos reigns when the parent and MK groups reunite, and they recognise some sort of connection...
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Ooo can I also please request a Tangerine x fem!civilian!reader where Y/n is is Tangerine’s wife and one day she is at home alone (in the mansion she shares with Tan and Lem), while her husband and brother in law are on a job, and she hears the door and thinks it’s them coming home, until the door slams shut and things downstairs are being destroyed (it’s one of the twin’s enemies). Y/n runs to her and Tan’s room, and shakily grabs the gun that Tan told her to grab in case of emergency (he taught her how to use it). The bad guys find her and she has to defend herself, the Twins coming home to her covered in blood and sobbing/hyperventilating+ Tangerine taking her into his arms and holding her close, petting her hair 🥺
🥹love it. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
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tangerine x fem!reader
wc || 0.5k
warnings || mentions of blood, weapons & death
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Tangerine and Lemon have been away on a mission for the last few days, so that meant you were home alone in the mansion you shared with the twins. It was coming up to the time they said they’d be back, so when you hear the front door slam shut, you happily make your way to the landing to greet them. Immediately stopping in your tracks when you hear smashing and clattering from downstairs. Ducking to the floor, quietly crawling back into the bedroom. Carefully standing up to retrieve a gun from your bedside table. Panic settles in when you hear an indistinct conversation from the living room. Covering your mouth to stop your heavy breathing so you could hear what they were saying.
“Where’s his girl? Her car is there.”
Eyes bugging out your head when you realise they were talking about you. Ducking behind the bed, with your gun directed at the bedroom door. Trying your best to contain your shaky hands.
Footsteps ‘stealthily’ rush up the stairs, creeping around doors to find you. But when you see three figures appear in front of the door you pull the trigger, aiming at all of their chests without a second thought. Peeking up from the bed to make sure they’re down, you rush over to them, dragging them out of the way of the door so you could slam it shut.
Lugging their heavy weight, grip made difficult from their already red-saturated clothing.
Tears prickle as you shut the door, running into the walk-in wardrobe and cowering yourself in the safe nook. Bringing your knees to your chest so you could cry. Sobbing into your knees, waiting impatiently for Tangerine and Lemon to return home.
As someone who is married to one of the deadliest pair of assassins, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be used as bait between vendettas. The twins had many created enemies over the years. So much so, that as soon as you started dating, he taught you everything he knew; teaching you how to load and use guns, practice aim, and even the correct way of disposing bodies. He taught you how to protect yourself if the unthinkable happened.
So now, you were huddled in a small space, silently sobbing to yourself, desperately trying to remember their words of encouragement.
You hear cars pull up out front with two worried yells following shortly after. “Y/N!” Footsteps stamp up the stairs, heavily running across the wooden floor, urgently trying to find you.
“Y/N!” Your husband's panicked voice shouts from behind the door, noticing the pile of dead bodies pooled in blood.
He busts the door open, frantically looking around until he sees you curled up on the floor hyperventilating. Immediately rushing over and falling to his knees beside you. Anxious hands checking your pulse. A genuine sigh of relief escapes him, “are- are you hurt?” He questions, already thinking the worst.
“No.” You quietly mumble.
“Oh thank fuck- I’m so sorry… I’m so so sorry.” Pulling you into his lap, holding you close to his chest. His comforting hands brushing over the back of your hair to calm you. “I thought I lost you.” He muffles into the crown of your head.
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Arya and Sansa storyswap: an exercise in imagination
Premise: I tried to speculate what might happen if Sansa manages to escape King's Landing and Arya gets stuck in the capital. I collected my thoughts on this scenario trying to make logical, credible choices that respected the characterization of the characters and the timeline of the books (the wiki was very usefull for this). I discarded all the scenarios that end in "…and then she dies horribly" because they're boring. I write with assumption that they would still remain POV characters and therefore mantain a minimum of plot armor. Like everyone, I have my biases so it's not perfect, but I tried to put myself in the most neutral mindset possible. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts. Part 1, Part 2
Part 3/3: Reunion
A Storm of Swords
Sandor and his “squire" are captured and bringed to Stoney Sept in the Riverlands. The Brotherhood without Banners takes them to Hollow Hill. Clegane is put on trial for various atrocities committed by Lannister soldiers, but he survives and is freed.
Arya is recognized by Harwin and Sansa. The two sisters reunite and remain under the "protection" of the outlaws. Because of this, the story takes a very different turn from here on.
For example, I don't think Arya would try to escape the Brotherhood so soon. As a result I don't think the Hound would be unable to kidnap the Stark girls again. However, the Hound could also decide to stay with the Brotherhood. He could plan to go to the Twins, introduce himself to Robb as Arya's savior, and ask him for a job.
So the Brotherhood proceeds as planned, they now have another valuable hostage and intend to take both girls to Lord Edmure's wedding and ransom them to their family. A group of men (like Lem, Harwin, Tom, etc) accompanies the sisters to Harroway to cross the Trident, but their journey is delayed because they find it flooded (like in Arya IX).
They reach the Twins just in time for the Red Wedding, and the outlaws manage to drag the Stark sisters away and save them. Arya and Sansa go through a complicated period of mourning but the fact of being together helps them. The two want to hold onto hope that perhaps their mother might have survived.
One night Arya has her first wolf dream in a long time: she sees Cat's body and drags it out of the river. In the morning Sansa suggests asking the men to go back and look for the woman, but Arya tells her that she's dead. As per canon Lord Beric, Thoros and the others come across the corpse and Dondarrion dies to resurrect her.
Lem's group continues their journey, this time they intend to take the girls to Lysa Arryn, but they discover that the mountain clans are bolder than ever and decide not to take the risk and return to the Riverlands.
The Stark sisters are getting impatient, Arya suggests that the two could run away and try to get to Winterfell alone. Sansa has to inform her sister that Winterfell was conquered by Theon months ago. She is devastated and abandons all plans. Lem's group returns to the Hollow Hill to discuss a new plan with Beric or perhaps to take more men as escorts before returning to the Vale.
Waiting for them in the hill, there isn't the lightning lord but Lady Stoneheart! Mother and daughters reunite.
A Feast for Crows
That's it. Final cliffhanger, sorry.
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I worked up the courage to post this here so yeah!! have a messy doodle of my persona at the beach!! :3
#lems art#do NOT sexualize me please im 14 and it makes me rlly uncomfortable its just a bikini dont be fucking weird/srs#my persona has a rlly glittery body btw bc. i like glitter.#yeah
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i am always here to talk about that man 🧍🏽♀️
ugh lem hes so dork boyfie coded i cant w him fwbs w benefits to lovers w him is eating my fricken brain!! the delicious miscommunications!!! I read this lovely little piece the other day and i cant get it out of my head so here is a gnawing thought i have inspired by that fic UGH.
warnings/premise: fwbs to lovers post sex fluff, uni au (kuroo in his 20s) cockwarming, dork kuroo, anti sex god propaganda, 18+ — the usual aman special
Your heart still hammers in your chest as you sit in the shattered remains of your arrangement with Kuroo. Yet nothing bleeds, the only thing you’re met with is the warmth of his kisses across every inch of skin he can find. The uncertainty you thought you would feel fades away, the gentle caresses of his touch causing you to melt against his chest.
Your head lifts up as he trails his fingers up your spine, a chaste kiss pressed against your forehead before he meets your eyes. He always look beautiful in the afterglow, with raven hair more mussed than usual and a flush painting his cheekbones. His eyes are always what you liked most, golden irises lit with a flame that would pool in your belly when he shows up at your door, that flame simmering to a comforting hearth when he massages your thighs after.
Except now, the look is different. Its adoration that doesn’t have to be tempered, a small smile playing on his lips when he sees you mirror the same look.
“So,” you begin.
“So.”
“This isn’t just casual anymore, is it?”
“That’s a wild thing to ask while I’m still inside you.”
“Kuroo!” You yelp, smacking him playfully on the chest. He responds in turn with one of his rooster cackles, the feel of the reverberation of his laugh in his chest making you smile even more.
“I thought we agreed you aren’t calling me that anymore.”
“Fine then, Tetsu.”
“Oh so I get a nickname now? You’re sooooo in love with me.”
“Shut up.”
A pause begins to enter in the space between you, the awkward question lingering in the air.
“So, um, how long have you, i mean, what made you want this to, y’know, be more?” You feel your heart pick up again after the question leaves your lips.
“Pretty soon after we started. I was never seeing anyone else but you.”
“What?!”
Kuroo’s eyebrows furrow at the disbelief in your voice. “Is that so hard to believe?”
You blink back him, slowly realizing he has no idea the impact he’s left on the girls on campus. All those whispers in the stands of his games, all the girls elbowing their way to talk to him at a party. All of that, meaningless to him.
“I mean, I just kept hearing people say things about you and I assumed —”
“That because everyone thinks I’m hot and sexy I’m sleeping with them?”
“Now that I’m talking with you, I’m realizing the reason you maintain that reputation is because more people haven’t seen this side of you.”
“Which is what?”
“A massive dork.”
“Correction, massively hot and sexy dork.”
You snort, rolling your eyes at his shit eating grin. “Why did you wait this long then?”
He puts a finger under your chin to tilt you towards him so you can meet his gaze. “I dunno, I guess I was scared too. I liked having you around so much and I thought if all you really wanted was sex, I could live with that. I wanted you in any capacity rather than none.”
The confession makes you warm, making your heart pick up again. But beneath your palms, his beat is steady, thrumming with the conviction in his words. You can feel your eyes start to swell, but instead you laugh, giggling at how stupid you’ve been to not see this sooner.
“So I guess we are both idiots, huh?”
“I guess we have been.” There’s a crooked smile on his face when he replies, followed by a calloused thumb coming up to wipe the tears that have rolled off your cheeks.
Kuroo clears his throat and sticks his hand out in between your bodies, as though he was initiating a handshake.
“Let’s start over. Hi, I’m Kuroo Testuro, buisness major, chem minor. Want to go out some time?”
#this is so bad but im rusty i needed this idea out#he is dancing in my brain rent free#dusting out his old apartment#missed u testu#hq fluff#kuroo x reader
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The Eternal Summer
V. Welcome to the World
Summary: The world ends, but time keeps moving forward.
AN: This was only supposed to be a smutty fic. Then again, I said the same thing about Sins of the Flesh. I hope you enjoyed the ride, everybody! If you're wondering what becomes of your family, here is your family tree (I have given reader characters names because it's easier for me) - you might recognise some of the modern-day descendants!
Read now on Ao3 or below the cut:
It was the longest night of your life. You sat by the window for a while, looking out across the station. Elliott was sat on his porch, revolver in hand, waiting patiently for Quigley to make his move. He glanced back at you on occasion and his frown would soften, the grip on his gun would loosen slightly, and your heart would ache when you locked eyes with one another.
William, meanwhile, was trying to keep himself awake, reading one of Elliott’s books and occasionally standing up to stretch his legs. He was using a cane to balance himself thanks to the wound in his leg, but he refused to listen when you insisted he should stay seated.
By midnight, you were struggling to stay awake.
“Go to bed, [Y/n],” William said when he saw you trying to keep your eyes open. “You don’t need to stand vigil.”
You couldn’t care less about Quigley, but what you did care about was Elliott, who was letting his anger and his pride get the best of him.
But you were tired, and despite what Elliott said, you suspected Quigley was telling the truth about waiting until dawn, so you supposed a little sleep would do you no harm.
With Elliott waiting for Quigley and William guarding you, you had no warm body to hold as you drifted off, but you were so sleepy that you were able to make do with holding the pillow which now smelt of both Elliott and William.
You woke at dawn to the sound of gunshots.
You’d been so tired when you went to bed that you’d forgotten to change into your nightgown, and so it was in a rumpled dress that you came into the lounge to find William peering through the curtains to see outside.
“What’s going on?” you asked blearily.
“A man’s been shot. Stay away from the windows, [Y/n].”
“Who is it?”
“I don’t bloody know. Don’t worry, your boyfriend’s fine. What on earth is he doing?” William questioned as you both heard the sound of horses galloping out of the station. “He’s throwing his men at him like lemmings. Didn’t I just tell you to stay away from the windows?”
You were by his side now, looking through the other curtain to see what was going on. Elliott was crouched below a wagon, gun in hand, as three of his men rode out across the plains.
“He’s not here, he must be in the cutting,” you replied.
“If he shot that man from afar, he can shoot you too.”
You shook your head, your eyes still on Elliott.
“He won’t.”
William scoffed. “Oh? And what makes you so sure of that?”
“He said he wouldn’t.”
“You can’t trust everything men say, [Y/n].”
“Not even you?”
You surprised yourself at your own audacity, but William surprised you more when he didn’t react with anger. Instead, he chuckled and stroked your cheek.
“That’s different, darling. I’m your husband who loves you. Matthew Quigley is an evil man, a murderer - is he sending more men out?” William interrupted himself as he spotted another few men riding out on horses. “Has Elliott completely lost his mind? At this rate, he and I will be the only men left before Quigley even gets here.”
“Maybe… maybe I should go and talk to him. He always seems to calm down when I’m around. Maybe I can talk some sense into him.”
William frowned, but he shrugged. “Maybe you can suck his cock or something, that’ll calm him down.”
You blushed and ducked your head, and William just snorted.
“Don’t act coy, darling, I know you’ve been sucking his cock. Go on, go and see if you can talk some sense into that thick skull of his.”
You made your way out onto the porch, where Elliott was stood leaning against a pillar, staring into the distance with a frown so severe he might have been hoping to kill Quigley just by looking at him. He jumped slightly when you put your hand on his shoulder, but just as you’d predicted, the tension in his shoulders eased when he saw you standing there.
“What are you doing out here, sweetheart?”
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close. You felt your own tension lifting too, as if all either of you needed to calm down was one another’s presence.
“We’ve been watching from inside. Are you planning on throwing men at him until you run out?”
Elliott chuckled, then kissed the top of your head affectionately. “If that’s what it takes. I’d rather expend ten men and kill him before he gets here than let him come and risk him getting to you.”
“Don’t sacrifice your men for me!” you insisted, fear rising in your heart as you thought of all the lives Elliott was willing to sacrifice for you.
“I can always hire more men, [Y/n]. There’s only one of you.”
You frowned. “There’s nothing special about me, El —”
“Don’t you dare say that!” Elliott hissed, interrupting you. “There is no one in this world like you, you understand me? Any man I hire can shovel cow shit or plough a field. No one else can do what you do for me.”
“There are whores in Melbourne…”
Elliott frowned at you, looking almost disappointed.
“Do you really think I’m talking about sex? Have you forgotten everything I told you at the graveyard yesterday?”
Elliott scoffed and shook his head.
“You really don’t know the effect you have on the people around you, do you? You don’t know what William and I were duelling for.”
“Then what?”
Elliott sighed and held you closer, looking out across the horizon as if the words to describe you were somewhere out there with Quigley and the dingos. And maybe they were, because he seemed to find them, and he looked down at you and smiled.
“You don’t know how bright you shine.”
You stared at him, stunned. You might have kissed him, but you knew your husband was watching through the window, and besides, your attention was drawn away when you heard the sound of a galloping horse coming closer, and you both looked to see Elliott’s two remaining men riding back into the station, dragging something along the ground behind them.
Elliott released his hold on you and met his men in the middle of the station. You watched from the porch as he bent over and you realised he was talking to not something, but someone that had been dragged across the dirt.
As Elliott taunted Quigley, you heard the thump of William’s cane as he came up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder.
“You should go back inside, [Y/n],” he said softly.
You shook your head, your eyes still firmly set on Elliott.
William’s grip on your shoulder tightened.
“Do as I say, [Y/n],” he said, more curtly.
You looked up at him then.
And somehow, in that moment, you knew.
Maybe you’d known all along.
“No.”
Before William had a chance to respond, you were dashing across the dirt to Elliott’s side. He was standing in a familiar position opposite Quigley, flagged either side by O’Flynn and Dobkin. Just last night you’d seen him standing in the exact same spot across from William, but this time his opponent was a lot more well-versed in duelling.
“Elliott, please don’t do this,” you begged, skidding to a halt at his side, grabbing his hands desperately. “Just let him go, nobody has to die —”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Elliot said smugly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ll make it quick for him.”
“I don’t care about him, Elliott, I…” You felt a tear running down your cheek. You ignored it.
“Just survive this, okay? Survive this… and I’ll marry you.”
A grin broke out across Elliott’s face and he kissed you passionately, not caring that O’Flynn and Dobkin were nearby, that Quigley was standing opposite, or that your husband was watching from the porch. All he had to do was kill Quigley, and you’d be his.
“That’s the best good-luck token a man could ask for,” Elliott murmured when your lips parted. “Get yourself a safe distance away, sweetheart. I won’t have a stray bullet coming near you.”
“You’re an idiot,” you sighed.
Elliott grinned and winked at you.
You retreated back to the front porch, where William and Tommy were waiting for you. Your husband said nothing about the scene that had just transpired.
There was a long, tense moment as Elliott and Quigley stared one another down. It may have only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like hours to you as you stood, waiting…
And four shots rang out in quick succession.
It happened so quick, it took you a moment to register what had happened. Quigley was still standing - O’Flynn and Dobkin were on the ground - and Elliott was on his knees.
He fell back almost in slow motion, and you screamed.
You dodged the hands of both William and Tommy as they tried to hold you back, and the dust on the ground bloomed into clouds as you ran to Elliott.
One look at him was enough to know there was nothing you could do. His white shirt was stained red, blood pouring out from his torso.
One hand was still on the handle of his gun, which dropped to the ground when you lifted Elliott’s head from the ground to cradle him in your lap.
“Elliott… Elliott, please, look at me…”
The light was quickly fading from his eyes, but still he smiled when he looked up at you.
“[Y/n]…”
“Elliott, please - please, don’t die - please, I need you!”
You couldn’t see the way the morning sun reflected off your hair, shining as bright as you always shone to Elliott, and he wondered if dying gave him a glimpse into divinity, because surely you were an angel come to save his soul in the weeks before he died.
He could only hope he’d done enough for you. Loved you enough, taught you enough, shown you that you were worth so much more than you knew.
“Elliott, please, you’ve got to live, please,” you sobbed. “We’re gonna get married, remember?”
Elliott wheezed, attempting to laugh as blood filled his lungs.
“A mortal man can’t marry an angel,” he croaked.
You shook your head. He must have been delirious.
“I’m no angel, Elliott. I’m just a girl. And I… I love you.”
You sobbed harder, knowing it wasn’t enough. Your love would never be enough.
Elliott smiled, his head lolling towards your chest as his eyes fluttered closed.
“My angel…”
You screamed so loud, the birds in the trees were startled away.
This couldn’t be real. It wasn’t possible for a single human being to feel this much pain and survive. How could you survive, when your heart had been torn from your chest? Why would you want to, when the only good thing you’d ever known was an empty husk beneath you?
It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. You had nothing your whole life, you were nothing, and you’d accepted that until Elliott came along and made you feel like you were worth something, worth love and affection - and he’d been torn away from you.
Torn away by an evil man for no reason at all - a man who, you remembered suddenly, was still standing. Still living. How many men had he killed? How many other women would grieve their lost loves now because of Matthew Quigley and his stupid fucking rifle?
You raised your head and, through your tears, saw Quigley standing with his back to you. He didn’t even care about the crying woman behind him. He was just watching as the last of the servants left, returning to their native land now Elliott was gone.
They could go. You didn’t care about them.
But there was no way Quigley was leaving this place.
You didn’t even hesitate. You grabbed the gun Elliott had dropped.
“Needle,” you mumbled.
You checked the barrel. Full but for one empty slot.
“Thread.”
You pointed the gun at Quigley’s back.
“Hole.”
You pulled the trigger three times for good measure, each bullet landing in his back, each hitting some organ or other and throwing Quigley to the ground before he even knew what was happening.
You tossed the gun aside. You didn’t care to check Quigley was dead. You only cared about Elliott, motionless in your arms, and even knowing he was gone, you pushed his hair out of his face to look at him.
It was the most horrendous sight. The eyes that usually blazed so fiercely, whether it be with love or lust or anger, were extinguished. You could barely even register that it was Elliott in your arms, he looked so unlike himself. You recognised the eyes, the nose, the cheekbones and the lips, but… the man you loved was gone.
You couldn’t tell how long you sat there, sobbing, clinging onto Elliott’s lifeless body as if as long as you held him, there was a chance he’d wake up again.
But he wouldn’t wake up, because he wasn’t asleep. You’d watched him sleep. Even asleep, he was alive. He breathed, fidgeted, responded to your touch. Now… nothing. Not a breath, not a twitch, not a sound.
He was gone, and he’d taken a piece of you with him.
You were only snapped back to reality when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You let out a yelp of surprise and held Elliott tighter, as if the hand belonged to someone who’d take him away from you.
“[Y/n]?”
The voice was so small, so tentative. You almost didn’t recognise your baby brother’s voice.
You looked up at him. He wouldn’t take Elliott away from you, would he?
You knew you should say something reassuring, but you had nothing. How could you reassure him when the world had already ended?
He was saying something, but you couldn’t even hear. It was like the world was on mute. All you could hear was your own breathing, your own sobs, and you couldn’t tell which had come last when you passed out.
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Time passed in a haze. You slept, you woke, you cried until you slept again.
Sometimes you’d wake and see Tommy sitting on a chair nearby. Other times, you’d find William sleeping next to you. Once or twice, you woke and saw a man you didn’t know, a stranger in an army uniform. Food and water would appear on your bedside table, and you’d get as much down as you could before you began to feel sick.
Tommy would try and engage you in conversation, but you didn’t have the energy to talk. The soldier, whoever he was, didn’t talk to you.
William was usually asleep, though once you did wake to see him placing a bowl of soup on your bedside table.
Maybe none of them knew what to do with you. You didn’t know what to do with yourself.
After some days - you couldn’t say how many - you were awoken by someone shaking your shoulder, and your eyes fluttered open to see Tommy by your bedside.
“We’re going to the church in town soon, to - to bury Mr Marston with his wife. Will you come?”
You nodded groggily, and when you finally emerged from the lodge in a black dress Tommy had brought you from your luggage, you winced against the bright sunlight, having seen nothing but the muted light through the curtains for several days.
The station looked strange so empty. For so long there’d been the hustle and bustle of men at work, but now it was like a ghost town. At the gate, William was waiting for you with two horses, and somewhere beneath the numbness of your grief you thought he looked handsome in his black suit.
Tommy had his own horse and you sat behind William on another as you rode into town. You wrapped your arms around William’s waist and rested your head on his back from your side-saddle position. You closed your eyes, hoping that to look away from the landscape would ease the soreness you felt looking at the land Elliott had worked so hard for.
Later, you’d barely remember the funeral service. It was small; a lot of people didn’t like Elliott very much, and those that had had died at Quigley’s hands. The burial itself was even smaller; only you, William and Tommy. And fortunately so, because you might have embarrassed yourself with the way you broke down crying when you saw the tombstone. Only days earlier, you had stood on this very spot with Elliott, he promising a life of freedom for you and Tommy if only you’d marry him.
He had sworn never to come back here; now here he was forever.
Here lies
Victoria Marston
1826 - 1860
and
Elliott Marston
1820 - 1865
You calmed yourself eventually, but when the coffin was brought to be lowered into the grave, you broke down again, seeking comfort in William’s arms.
And he held you. Your husband was never one for public affection, but he held you.
“Would anyone like to say a few words?” the reverend asked when he’d finished his prayers.
You shook your head. You had no words to say. There wasn’t any combination of words in any language that could encapsulate the grief you felt, the love you had for him, the future you had lost.
William kept an arm around you the entire time. He sat you in front of him on the ride back to the station, guiding the horse with one hand while the other held you.
He told you to pack to return to Melbourne that night, so you braved crossing the threshold of Elliott’s house.
You gasped, but held yourself together when you saw that his lounge had been stripped almost bare.
In the bedroom, your breath caught in your chest to see the bed you’d spent so much time in with Elliott, but still your tears appeared to have run dry.
That was, until you opened the wardrobe, and you were hit by Elliott’s musky smell wafting from his clothes, still hanging in the wardrobe, waiting to be worn.
You fell to your knees and sobbed then, burying your head in his shirts, trying to cement the memory of his smell in your mind.
It wasn’t until William came to find out what was taking you so long that you were able to pull away. Even then, William had to lift you up and pull you away, ignoring your screams of protest as he parted you from your lost lover’s scent.
He guided you outside, told Tommy to keep an eye on you, and went back inside.
By the time the sun was beginning to set, William had packed your belongings and loaded up the wagon.
The journey back to Melbourne was torture. None of you well-adjusted to the Australian weather, you travelled by night, sleeping in the day, the men taking turns to stand guard against wild dingos.
Not that it mattered to you when you travelled; you just slept as much as you could, willing away the travel time until you arrived in Melbourne.
The house William had found for you both was not dissimilar to your home in London. William told you to get some rest while he unpacked, and when he deemed the job done, he found you sitting out on the balcony that led from your bedroom, looking out across the streets of Melbourne.
“[Y/n], I know you’re in shock,” William said, surprisingly soft for him, and you almost didn’t recognise his voice. “But we must talk about what happens next.”
You nodded. You still hadn’t said a word since Elliott’s death.
“After you fainted last week, the army arrived. Tommy took the blame for Quigley’s death. Two soldiers stayed behind after their platoon left, to help me with moving the station’s contents and… the bodies.”
William paused. You nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“I’ll sell the land tomorrow. Tommy tells me his former employer may be interested in it. We have until October before we return to London, and then we can put this whole mess behind us.”
You spoke for the first time. Your voice was hoarse and hardly more than a whisper, but William heard you.
“Tommy?”
“His employment reverts to me. I’ll keep him in my employ as a messenger boy for now, but he cannot return to London with us. He’s your brother, I know, and a hard worker, but his sentence is his sentence. I cannot be seen to revoke that for sentimental reasons. You understand that, yes?”
You nodded. You hadn’t expected anything more. In fact, you’d expected less. You were glad to know Tommy would be around at least until you left.
“Good girl, [Y/n].”
William placed a hand over yours. Your fingers twitched in a vague response, but otherwise you remained unmoved.
“I know you grieve for him — I do too. But we have work to do. I am still a judge of her Majesty’s court, and I have responsibilities; just as you do as my wife. I’ve given you time to recover from the shock, but tonight I expect you to resume your normal duties and serve your husband. Understood?”
You nodded again.
He left you alone.
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Judge Turpin was starting to get irritated now.
It was four months since his cousin had died. Four months since he’d reunited with his wife. What he’d expected to be a joyous affair had been marred by the undoubtedly shocking end of Matthew Quigley’s rampage, and he’d been generous enough to grant you a week to process the difficult event. And just as he’d demanded on your return to Melbourne, you took his seed thrice daily in the hope of your belly quickening.
But still, you remained consumed by your grief. If this was how you reacted to the death of a man you hardly knew, he could hardly imagine how you’d react to his own death.
You hardly spoke. You never smiled, not really; not in a way that reached your eyes. Turpin would often come home from a day at court to find you’d not moved from the same spot all day.
And when he made love to you, there was no engagement, no thrill - you just opened your legs obediently and let him use you for his own pleasure.
It was getting boring and it was getting frustrating. So Turpin went to a doctor, who prescribed electrotherapy, but all that did was make you scream and cry, and that was worse than seeing you feel nothing, so he quickly put a stop to the therapy.
He was in the middle of giving a judgment in court when Tommy ran up to his bench and placed a note in front of him.
He paused, hoping Tommy had good reason for interrupting a judgment.
On reading the note, he quickly adjourned the hearing, leaving very stunned counsel in his wake as he dashed out of the courtroom.
He had shed his wig as he stood, but he was still clad in his judge’s robes when he entered the hospital and demanded to know where you were.
A nurse led him to your room, explaining the circumstances in which Tommy had found you unconscious in bed, a half-drunk bottle of arsenic in your hand. If it hadn’t been for Tommy’s quick thinking in inducing vomiting, you may have died. Instead, you were alive, but unconscious.
Turpin angrily sent the nurse away when he entered the room, demanding no one to disturb him. The door closed, he rushed to your side, and his heart broke to see you laying in the hospital bed, looking peaceful and serene as you slept, as if you had no idea the fear you’d struck into his heart.
“You stupid girl,” Turpin sighed. He sat perched on the edge of the bed and took your hand in his. Your fingers didn’t even twitch.
“Stupid, stupid girl,” he repeated. “Don’t you dare frighten your husband so. What on earth convinced you this was a good idea?”
Of course you didn’t respond.
Turpin stayed by your side for several days. Tommy brought him food, drink and fresh clothes. A clerk from the court came to take his instructions that he wouldn’t be hearing any matters until his wife woke up.
He read to you from the books the nurses had lying around. They mostly had silly romantic books, but by the end of Pride & Prejudice, Turpin found himself surprisingly invested in the story and glad that the two lovers had married.
When he wasn’t reading to you, Turpin spent a lot of time talking to you, or thinking to himself.
He knew why you were grieving so deeply.
He had loved his first wife, Charlotte, and yet she had fallen for a sailor boy. Lucy had loved Barker; Johanna had run away with Anthony.
And now you had fallen in love with Elliott.
Was he doomed to only love women who loved another?
He had punished Charlotte, yet she had run away anyway. So when he fell for Lucy, he sent Barker away, but still she rejected him. When Johanna believed she loved a boy she had only seen and not spoken to, this time he tried locking her away; but she only escaped.
Turpin didn’t want to do any of those things to you. Was he going soft in his old age? All he wanted to do was to bring you back from the deathlike trance you were in, to make you happy again. He hadn’t realised how much joy you brought into his life until it was extinguished, but extinguished it was and he wanted it back. He wanted his wife back.
“I don’t know what Elliott had that you don’t see in me,” Turpin whispered to you on the fourth day. “But I swear to you, [Y/n], if you tell me, I shall match it. I’ll be whoever you need me to be. I just… I need your light, [Y/n]. I need you to remind me of the goodness in the world. Can you do that? Can you stay good, stay pure, stay exactly as you’ve always been? Or must you change? Must your light be snuffed out by the evils of the world?”
You still didn’t respond.
Turpin bowed his head and sighed.
He hadn’t sung since that day in Todd’s parlour. He’d never been one to sing really, but he’d been lulled into a false sense of security that day. And today, he wondered if it might help him understand his own thoughts. So, with no one around but you, Turpin sung softly.
“I sit here, a man infatuate with love
Your ardent and eager slave
Please wake up, don’t leave me all alone
Your love is all I now need to know
Please tell me, my love, how I can show
I’ll love you until my grave
You set my heart and soul afire
One might think I’d be vexed
'Tis true, dear, love can still inspire
The blood to pound, the heart leap higher
What more can one require than love, dear?
More than love, dear…
Kindness?
Maybe kindness…
Care and kindness.”
He stopped suddenly, his attention caught by a strange movement: from beneath your hospital gown, something appeared to be moving around your abdomen.
Turpin gently lifted the gown to reveal your belly. It was protruding a little, perhaps from the poor diet you’d been eating since returning to Melbourne.
It moved again. An unmistakable wave of movement across your belly, as if…
As if there were something inside.
Hardly daring to get his hopes up, Turpin put his hand over your belly.
And then he felt it.
A kick. Definitely a kick.
Something - no, some one was moving inside you. A baby!
Finally, after so long trying, your womb had quickened!
Turpin dashed out of the room and flagged down a passing nurse.
“Nurse! Come quickly!”
“Is everything alright, Lord Turpin?” the nurse asked, slightly alarmed at the usually stoic man’s sudden sense of urgency. “Has Lady Turpin woken?”
“No, but I’m certain I just felt her womb quickening. Do you have a method of discerning if she’s pregnant?”
“Goodness! Yes, although I’ll have to fetch Dr Stephens, he’s the expert on maternity.”
“Then fetch him immediately!”
“Yes, sir.”
The nurse rushed off, and Turpin returned to your side. He beamed at you and took your hand in his, for once not caring to maintain any sort of stoic facade.
“I hope you can hear me, darling,” he said softly. “You’re pregnant. Do you hear me? Do you know? Can you feel him? Our child, growing inside you, an heir for our legacy…”
“Care and kindness, that’s what it takes
To make our love stronger
Care and kindness, what a wonder
Care and kindness…
Now we’ll have our child, the answer to my prayer
I feel a change in the air
Care and kindness that we’ll show him
And I’ll show you also
Stay forever, if you’ll have me
Care and kindness
Care and kindness
I know that you will love and
Raise my son and heir
Even when I leave
I’ll still be there
He’s there
Care and kindness that you give me
And I’ll give you, and we’ll give him, and he’ll give us
How it makes a man sing
Proof of heaven, as you're living
Care and kindness, love
Care and kindness, dear
Care and kindness, oh, care and kindness…”
You were confused when you woke up.
You weren’t supposed to wake up.
Wasn’t that what the apothecarist had said? One drink from the bottle and you’d sleep forever.
So why were you awake?
You opened your eyes and panic rose in your chest when you didn’t recognise the room you were in.
Someone was holding your hand. You turned your head to see William, sitting by your bedside, your hand in his and his head bowed as if in prayer.
Your finger twitched slightly, and his head shot up to look at you, wide-eyed.
”[Y/n]!” William exclaimed, relief evident in his voice. He grinned and held your hand to his lips. “You’re awake! My prayers have been answered.”
“Where am I?” you mumbled, your voice dry and hoarse.
“The Royal Melbourne, darling. You caused us all quite a fright. How are you feeling?”
“Um… okay, I think.”
You went to sit up, and William adjusted your pillows behind you to support you. He took your head in his hands, examining you as if to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.
“You’re sure? Are you hungry, thirsty? I’ve done my best to feed you while you’ve been asleep.”
“Yes, I’m fine - maybe a bit thirsty.”
“Of course. There’s water here.”
William poured a glass of water from the jug by the bed, and you glanced around the room.
It was mostly empty, and a bit miserable-looking. A stack of books lay nearby. You were dressed in nothing but a hospital gown, which had been pushed around your waist, and you tugged it down to cover your privacy.
“How long was I sleeping?”
“Four days. Here - drink.”
You must have really worried him, because you’d not seen William so eager to look after you before. He was like an entirely different person, his usual restraint gone, and you noticed when returning your empty glass to him that he was wearing only a shirt and trousers, nothing of his usual formal attire, and there was stubble on his cheek.
“Darling, I have to tell you something,” William said with a sense of urgency, taking both hands in yours. “And I must tell you now, so you’re not to interrupt me.”
You nodded.
“I know you fell in love with Elliott.”
Your heart dropped. This was it, he knew, he was going to divorce you for adultery —
“And yet, I know you didn’t try to leave me for him, much as he tried to convince you to. You showed me unwavering loyalty, even in spite of what your heart yearned for, and for that I thank you. I know I’m not the kindest husband, and though I provide for you, I can do better. I must do better. I swear to you now, [Y/n], with the Lord as my witness, I will do everything in my power to be the best husband I can for you, to honour Elliott’s memory, and… to be the best father I can for our child.”
He placed his hand tenderly over your stomach and smiled.
“I felt it, darling. The quickening. I saw him move and felt his kicks, only minutes before you woke. At last we’ll have the child we’ve yearned for.”
You felt paralysed with shock.
You were pregnant. You had a child inside you, a life, entirely dependent on you.
If you’d succeeded in what you’d tried to do, the child would have died too. You were so consumed in grief, you’d almost snuffed out the last trace of Elliott in the world.
The thought came to you so naturally, it was as if you just knew.
Maybe you did. Maybe a mother always knows.
Elliott was gone, but he was still with you. He’d left you with child.
Did William know? Did he want to know? Did the suspicion even cross his mind?
He looked so happy. Here he was, promising to be the best father he could be. If he even suspected the child wasn’t his, he would never react like this. He would probably force you to abort it to make room for his own child.
He couldn’t know. He could never know. The child would be Turpin, and he would never know who his real father was. It was a secret you had to carry to your grave, for all your sakes.
You looked up at your husband. He looked at you searchingly, waiting for you to respond to the news of your pregnancy.
“Can we call him Elliott?”
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Thanks to some herbs from an apothecarist in Melbourne - not the same one who’d given you the useless bottle of arsenic, as grateful as you were for their negligence - you managed to make the two month journey back to London without regurgitating your meals any more than an expectant mother would normally do.
Your belly grew substantially over the journey, and though you’d managed to carry your own bags onto the boat in Melbourne, there was simply no way William was allowing you to attempt to carry them off again in London. You counted yourself fortunate that he didn’t insist on carrying you off the boat himself.
You’d said a tearful goodbye to Tommy in Melbourne, but you left knowing you’d see him sooner than expected; although he claimed there were no personal reasons for it, William had drawn up a law before you left that a convict who spends his sentence in the employ of the British army would receive a day off his sentence for each day served. It just so happened that shortly after enacting the law, he had Tommy enlist in the army, and therefore so long as he stayed safe and served the army well, he could return to London in as little as seven years.
You arrived in London just a few days before Christmas, and you were greeted with warm welcomes and congratulations by other churchgoers on Christmas Day, many of them pleasantly surprised to see Lord and Lady Turpin had safely returned from Australia and that you were heavy with child.
William forwent his usual New Year’s celebrations in favour of looking after you, since you were now so pregnant you could hardly get out of bed.
The New Year had hardly begun when you went into labour, and if you weren’t so distressed with your pain, you might have been amused at seeing the usually stoic Lord Turpin fretting with worry over you, refusing the doctors’ advice to leave the room. Instead, he insisted on staying with you, and made no complaints no matter how hard you gripped his hand in the throes of pain.
You were just about ready to pass out when finally you were free of the weight of the child, and William had to keep you awake as the nurse washed the baby, wrapped him up and handed him to you to nurse.
“Is he alright? Is he healthy?” William asked urgently, addressing the nurse but his eyes fixed firmly on the sight of you, sweaty and exhausted and utterly beautiful, holding your son to your breast.
“Yes and yes. And he is indeed a boy, congratulations!”
William beamed at you. “I never doubted it for a moment.”
Although he’d never say it to you, he had had doubts of the child’s paternity for months. And yet, looking down at him now, he realised he didn’t care if the child was half him or half Elliott. He was half you, and that was all that mattered.
William leant down and kissed the boy’s head tenderly.
“Welcome to the world, Elliott Turpin.”
Twenty Years Later
Being the eldest child was difficult sometimes. As the heir to the Turpin estate, Elliott had all the responsibilities, while his three youngest siblings were free to leave after marrying and start families elsewhere.
Elliott, though, stayed in the family home with his wife and young son. His wife, bless her, never complained - she liked having his mother around, she said. It was nice to have another lady around, especially when Elliott’s youngest sister, Eleanor, married and moved out almost as soon as she turned eighteen.
What he hadn’t expected was to lose his mother so soon after Eleanor left.
He had been the one to find her motionless in her bed.
And fortunately he had, because while in one hand she held an empty bottle of arsenic, in the other she held a letter addressed to him, and when he read the contents, he knew nobody could ever know the truth contained within, not even his wife.
Elliott —
I know I’m leaving early, but since my darling William left us ten years ago, I’ve been aching to follow him. In truth, I stayed only because my duty on this earth was not done. But now Eleanor is married, all four of you have families, and I’m needed here no more.
I must tell you a truth, Elliott, a truth I kept only to myself since before you were born.
You know you were named for William’s cousin, who we briefly stayed with in Australia in 1865, who was murdered before our very eyes.
But there’s more to your namesake than that.
For some time, William worked in Melbourne, while I stayed with Elliott at his station.
I fell in love with him.
If it weren’t for his death, I might have left William for him. But events transpired as they did, and I lost the love of my life. All I had left of him was the gift he’d given me: you.
The very moment I discovered I was pregnant with you, I knew he was your father. I wonder sometimes if a part of William knew too.
You knew William as a supportive if stern father, who laughed but reluctantly, and who adored me and all of you.
He wasn’t always like that.
The early years of our relationship were fraught with darkness, but that tale is done. That version of William died long ago.
He worked hard to become the man you knew. And he did it because of Elliott. He did it because he saw the love Elliott and I had, and although at first he was jealous, he took it as a lesson to become a better man.
I have loved every version of my husband. I loved Elliott too. Both these things can be true.
And of course I have loved you. I can never prove that Elliott is your father, but I have always known it.
You remind me of him sometimes. Your laugh is the same. He fancied himself an American cowboy, so you can imagine how it brought me both joy and sorrow to see you play Cowboys and Indians with William Jr, always insisting on being the cowboy.
But the resemblance I see most is in your family, the way you love them, care for them, protect them no matter what. If your father was anything, he was a protector.
He taught me to speak for myself. He showed me that I can make choices for myself. And it’s because of him that you exist, and that will always be the greatest gift of my life.
I love you, Elliott. Be the good man I know you are.
All my love,
Your mother, [Y/n] Turpin
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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ HOW THEY KISS YOU.
fandom. genshin impact
pairings. albedo, alhaitham, ayato, cyno, dainsleif, kazuha, zhongli x gn!reader
content warnings. suggestive, kissing & making out, very short hcs
word count. 0.4k
notes. finally a genshin fic again huh... ty for proofreading this @auraxins <33
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ albedo kreideprinz.
his kisses are hesitant at first, but as he slowly learns they only become more daring. hidden beneath covers, he doesn’t just kiss your lips, his own wandering across your neck. he leaves marks behind, blooming across your skin while whispering how much he loves you.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ alhaitham.
when he kisses you, it’s fleeting and teasing, leaving you hungry for more. instead of giving it to you, he just smiles knowingly while you chase his lips. only hours later he would come back and leave you breathless and flushed, mind spinning while his lips slowly trail towards your neck.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ cyno.
while his kisses are gentle, his arms are firm around you, holding you close. it’s as if he wants to tell you how important you are to him, cherished and protected and his. gentle they are, but also teasing, often you have to tell him to stop and properly kiss you. and he does it often, because it makes you laugh, no matter how many times you say it only annoys you.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ dainsleif.
his kisses are… tender. tender and hesitant at the same time, as if he’s afraid to ask for more when he already has so much. he never kisses you in a rush, enjoying your closeness as much as he can. and if that means to keep his kisses innocent and slow, he will keep them like that.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ kaedehara kazuha.
his kisses are slow and soft. he wants to enjoy the moment, delicate, almost frail, just like his love to you. kazuha kisses you to show you how much of his heart belongs to you. you could write poems about his kisses, enjoyed when the sun sets and the winds softly caress your hair.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ kamisato ayato.
he never kisses you in public, but in private his kisses are downright filthy. his tongue almost invades in your mouth while his hands dance over your body, drawing the sweetest moans form you. he kisses you until your breath comes out in pants, until his face is flushed and his whole being is ready to devour you.
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ zhongli.
everytime he kisses you, you melt against his tall body. how could you not, when he knows exactly what makes you weak, lips fervently claiming you without any shame. and when he takes your face in his hands— it makes you whimper and shudder, fully knowing what’s going to happen next.
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🚂SMUT TRAIN NEXT STOP: @multi-fan-dom-madness
PROMPT: ❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜
WITH: Mayday
all aboard the train to whoreville. thanks for this ask, friend!! this was a lot of fun; i'm challenging myself to keep these short little ficlets!
Perfect
Summary: Mayday is a tender lover, that is all. Prompt in bold.
Warnings: smut be here, minors be gone; gn!reader, penetrative sex, creampie
Word Count: 357
You love when it’s like this. He’s everywhere, filling your every sense, setting every nerve alight with a pleasure so intense that it’s all-consuming. His forehead pressed against yours, you peer into his dark eyes. If you weren’t already breathless from the way his hips rock against yours, the ardent, fervent adoration in his amber gaze would have stolen the air from your lungs.
Where your bodies join, all sweaty skin and desperate, searching hands, pleasure thrums through you. Even where his beard tickles your face, you want more of it. More of him. His thick cock reaches parts of you that only he can, the stretch immaculate with every shallow thrust. Your legs are folded up, Mayday caging you into a perfect mating press.
Grasping at his toned back, you moan quietly, the sound only for him. “Mayday.”
“I’ve got you,” he rasps. His breath fans over your face. “Stars, you’re so perfect.”
Chuckling breathlessly, you cradle the back of his neck and bring his lips down to yours. He meets you eagerly. Lips slotted together in a messy kiss, you groan into his mouth as he continues to rut into you.
You pull away just enough to mumble against his lips, “N-Need you to cum for me, May.”
He groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck. The change in angle has you nearly falling apart under him, the pressure against that one spot inside you quickly removing your coherency. Mayday bites into your soft skin; he’s close, too.
“Fuck,” he pants, his voice low and raspy in your ear. “Let me cum in you, please. I want to fill—you—up.”
He punctuates his words with strong, deep thrusts—you gasp out a breathless ‘yes’ before shattering for him. Your world condenses to the pulsing of your walls around his throbbing cock as he buries into you. His cum is hot as it fills you, marking you as his and his alone.
“May,” you pant. Pressing your lips to the swell of his shoulder, you rub aimless designs along his back until he stops shaking.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you more.”
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I saw your post with the girl on the bed wearing sunglasses with the caption “y’all want anything from me?” And first of all that made me smile so thank you. Second Tan and Reader cuddles? I’m a sucker for physical intimacy.
“And then that stupid git wouldn’t let him go. So, I had to force his arms to release Lemon with a tire iron,” Tangerine rubbed his callused hands over his exhausted face as his lips curled into a smirk,
“Lem, told me the guy’s right forearm broke in three different places.”
You’re sat on the edge of your shared bed, raking your fingers over his bare thigh as he catches you up on his day. This has become a nightly affair for you and Tangerine. It's a way to make up for lost time by sitting together and talking over little accomplishments or big complications that may have occurred during your shifts. Tangerine always has more of the latter; Seemingly never skimping on the gory details. When it's your turn to speak, he sits close and listens intently to your stories. Even if you think your job as a teacher is comparably not as thrilling.
And although his body is visibly exhausted after his outings, he still listens attentively and offers advice. He likes these spoken reminders that you are not in danger while he’s away. He wants to know you have some normalcy when he faces chaos during his nine-to-five.
“It sounds like you did what you needed to do,” your hand gently caresses his face then brushes the hair away from his hooded eyes as he lays back. His skin slightly pink; Freshly scrubbed from his post-work shower.
“You did great, as always. Now please rest up, honey.”
Wearily, he hums in agreement. His hand grasps for yours before kissing your knuckles,
“Tell that little shit Frankie to start listening during the maths lesson or I’ll give him a good spook at recess.”
You giggle, “He’s five, Tan.”
His eyes are now closed but a playful smirk stays spread across his lips.
You take this quiet beat to rise off the bed and provide him with his much-needed rest. Your finger applies a bit of pressure to the light switch,
“Y/n?”
“Yeah?”
“Come back. Stay with me for a moment. I’ve been surrounded by lunatics today. I need some familiarity.”
You’re now snuggling into Tangerine’s muscular and warm arms. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. Breathing you in deeply before letting out a content-sounding sigh.
“Better?”
“Much,” he squeezes you impossibly closer. His chest gradually rising and falling. You angle your head so it’s not pressed into his armpit and reach up to stroke his hair. He mewls a bit before his hold loosens; not letting you go but giving a sign that he has fallen asleep.
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BASED OR CRINGE
Ruby: It's over, Salem!
Salem: You cannot destroy me, Ruby. YOU'RE CRINGE.
Ruby: AGH! N-No! I... It can't be...!
Salem: A cringe-ass huntress like you could never destroy a creature as basef as me.
Ruby!
Ruby: Mom?! (Opens her scroll)
Summer: If you're hearing this pre-recorded message, then it means the worst has truly happened. Salem has come forward and has called you "cringe".
Salem: How could you have possibly known and prepared for this specific possibility?
Summer: She may be wondering how I could have prepared for this specific possibility. Unfortunately, since this is a pre-recorded message, I can't answer her.
Salem: ...
Summer: Listen to me, Ruby! All of my life, I've trained and conditioned my body to give life to the most based huntress who's ever lived. With the help of Atlas technology, you are genetically designed to be based!.
Salem: She's lying to you, Ruby. I have the ability to detect cringe inside everything and everyone.
Summer: She may be saying that her powers allow her to detect cringe...
Salem: Stop doing that!
Summer: ...And yes, it is unfortunately true that there is part of you that is cringe.
Salem: See?
Summer: It is the blood of Salem that runs inside of you!.
Salem: What?!
Summer: If you defeat her, there will be no cringe left.
Salem: This is ridiculous! Cringe is never determined by genetics; it's behavior that determines cringe! Even if I were cringe, my DNA would have no effect on Ruby being cringe.
Summer: She may be making arguments about the genetics and behavior of cringe, which may seem valid, but look at this meme I made, which depicts Salem as the soyjak and you as the chad! She has already lost!.
Salem: Ghk! Impossible! They... They didn't even have meme twenty years ago!
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Ironwood: Ozpin, what the fuck is going on?!
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Raven: No worries! You've got this, RuChad!.
Salem: Your mother's... strangely prophetic message changes nothing.
YOU'RE STILL CRINGE.
Ruby: No, Soy-lem-
Salem: Please don't say that.
YOU'RE CRINGE.
I'M NOT CRIIIIINGE! I'M BAAAAAAAAAAA-
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Ozpin: James, what the fuck is a soyjak?
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