#what if they all had temples … and waited 4 the next masters to come to them and receive their blessings… | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 10 months

Text

Ribbons and Rainstorms

Chapter 4 : Temple of Chores

----

<- Previous | Masterpost | Next ->

----

Roman kept going back.

It wasn't hard to keep going back. Not in the slightest, especially during storms when Vi was there.

Even when Vi wasn't there, Roman found himself more drawn to the temple than he had been before. He had done a fair bit of cleaning, dusting off nooks and crannies (though trying his best to leave the spiderwebs in the corners undisturbed since Vi had expressed his fondness for them).

At the market he had bought some new blankets and pillows to take over and leave there so that he wouldn't have to ferry them back and forth every time there was a storm and risk them getting wet. He had spent almost an entire day gathering and stockpiling inside the temple as much firewood as he could find so that it could dry out. He’d bought more embroidery supplies since Vi had started teaching him too. Some of them stayed in his bedroom, stocking up for a project he was currently just planning out on paper, others he brought to the temple to use for their lessons.

He spent so much time at the temple, that people actually started to notice.

—-

"You're late." Came the scornful voice of his mentor, the person who oversaw all his training as a Protector, as Roman stumbled into the arena, clothes a mess and still pulling on his second boot, "Roman Edevane, If you are not taking this seriously enough to consider being on time—"

"I am so sorry Master Pryce, I just— I was busy and I lost track of time— I swear it won't happen again," Roman said, trying in an earnest tone.

"This the third time in the last two weeks," She said, glaring at him, "Let me guess, the Storm Temple, again?"

"Yes ma'am," Roman said, nodding, "I was sweeping the floors today."

“I’m glad you’re so dedicated,” She said, smiling a little, “But you really can’t keep being late for training like this, have you been practising since last week?”

“Indeed I have!” Roman grinned, standing up a little straighter, “And I’ll try not to be late, in future.”

"Good." She said with a nod, "Now that you’re here, let's get on with this training session, shall we? You know the warm up, hop to it."

—-

"Roman, sir," One of the two servants they hired — Immy — said, stopping him on the staircase, "You're not going to come home caked in mud again, are you? You know, if Nessy and I have to wash the same set of your clothes every day for much longer they're going to fall apart."

Roman winced in sympathy, he really did feel bad most of the time about all the extra work he seemed to always put both of them through.

"I'm sorry," Roman said, taking a deep breath, "I'm almost done with what I've been working on now, so there shouldn't be much more mud."

"Oh good," Immy said with a sigh of relief, "If I may inquire, what exactly is the task you’ve been doing to get yourself so dirty all the time?”

Roman paused, before sighing, “I’ve been attempting to clear more of a path from our gardens to the Storm Temple up on the hill so it doesn’t take quite as long for me to get up there.”

“I thought there was already a path?” Immy asked, shifting her grip on the laundry basket she carried.

“There is,” Roman nodded, “But it’s been overgrown and full of debris for years now and doesn’t go directly from the house, which was fine to worry about transversing when I only went a few times a month, but…”

“I see,” She nodded, “Well, good luck with that, Sir Roman, and please try not to get so dirty?”

“I’ll do my best,” Roman said grinning as he hurried down the stairs.

—-

"Roman!" His Ma called from downstairs, Roman shot up from where he sat on his bedroom floor, he dropped his needle and thread onto the fabric he was working on and stood up, rushing towards the stairs to call back.

“What is it?”

“Get down here,” She yelled, “I don’t want to yell through the house!”

Roman rolled his eyes with a sigh before scrambling down the stairs to the hallway where Taz stood, waiting impatiently with her hand on her hip.

“Yes, ma?” Roman asked, wondering if she was mad at him for some reason, but that couldn’t be right, could it? He hadn’t exactly done anything.

“Wonderful, I need you to make some deliveries around town,” She said, Roman sighed. So he wasn’t in trouble, he wasn’t sure if this turn of events was any better though, he was busy with his project!

“Yes, Ma,” he said anyway, because no matter his projects Roman would probably do anything for his mother, even if he didn’t always show it.

“Good!” She smiled, “I’ve been doing a lot of baking, it’s all packed up and labelled so you can set off as soon as you’re ready.”

Roman nodded, reaching to grab his boots from the cabinet next to the stairs, he pulled them on and moved to retrieve the baskets from the kitchen. He hadn’t run deliveries in a long while, but Roman still knew the routine like the back of his hand. Maybe whilst he was out as well he could take a quick detour to grab a few things for the temple too, he’d been meaning to get a broom he could leave down there since the late fall leaves kept being blown in and he was annoyed at them clinging to his blankets.

He might even have time to deliver them if he was quick…

“Oh, and Roman?” Taz said, pulling him away from his train of thought, she had a serious look in her eyes, “No detours.”

“Oh but Ma—" Roman huffed, it was like she could read his mind!

“No, sweetheart, you’ve been spending all your free time these last few weeks either in your room working on that massive piece of fabric for heaven knows what, or at that abandoned old temple, I’ve barely seen you! Which is why I’m cooking dinner tonight and I’d like us to spend some time together.”

Roman sighed, not protesting because… well that was fair, he had been spending a lot of time working on his most recent embroidery project — Vi had given him a few lessons since they had talked and he was really starting to pick it up quickly — or working on his current mission of making the temple into a second home. She was right, they had spent hardly as much time together as of late than they had in the past. He probably owed an afternoon and evening to her and besides, he could get the broom another time.

“I’ll be back as quickly as I can,” Roman promised, “No detours.”

—-

“You’re here every time,” Vi said one day, this time the storm was bad enough and the weather cold enough that Roman had bundled himself up in blankets and taken up refuge behind the altar where he’d built a small fire. He’d end up stinking of smoke by the time the storm was over he knew, but it was worth it for the warmth. Vi had immediately come and sat down next to him when they arrived and took out a few twines of thread that he seemed to be content with twisting around his fingers to form patterns.

“So are you,” Roman countered, because it was true, there wasn’t a single time Roman had come here during a storm yet that Vi hadn’t appeared for.

Vi hummed, considering the statement for a moment before shrugging, “Only because you are.”

“I don’t believe that.” Roman huffed, looking down at the embroidery he was supposed to be practising with. In all honesty, he had gotten entirely distracted.

“Why not?” Vi asked, sounding genuinely confused, “Your company is pleasant.”

“Surely you have better things to do than sitting in silence watching me struggle to embroider.” Roman said, voice deadpan, lifting the barely started embroidery in his hands.

Vi shrugged with an awkward smile, “Not really.”

“You’re serious?” Roman asked, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable. It’s not like people hadn’t wanted his company before, but it was a little different when that person was a deity, someone who could go anywhere, talk to anyone. Roman had no doubt that Vi could easily do better than him.

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t,” Vi huffed, “I like sitting with you, here.”

“Wha— oh!” Roman said, tensing as Vi reached over without warning and took his hand, turning it over and placing something in his palm quickly before letting go again. Roman took a deep breath before investigating what Vi had given him.

…a ribbon?

It was a dark, vibrant red and a little thicker than the ribbons that they usually used for hair ties. With what looked like the same silver thread that had been used on the handkerchief, a pattern was embroidered and when Roman looked closer he realised it was a mirror of the pattern he had embroidered onto the ribbon he’d given Vi. The fabric was almost heavy and unbelievably soft and when Roman moved it, it caught the light from the fire in a way he wasn’t sure fabric normally did.

“You told me that to accept the ribbon you usually give one back,” Vi said, watching him inspect it, “So I made one for you, too.”

Roman smiled, a vaguely irrational part of him wanted to lean over and pull Vi into a hug, because this ribbon was beautiful and oh goodness he didn’t deserve this.

“Thank you,” Roman said instead of voicing that last thought, “It’s lovely.”

There was a minute of silence between them where Roman held the ribbon, wondering if he should put it into his hair now or if… maybe…

“May I?” Vi asked eventually, gesturing to the ribbon and Roman barely restrained himself from jolting in surprise. Was Vi really offering? “You did mine, after all.”

Roman took a deep breath and nodded, offering the ribbon back, not trusting his voice.

“I’m going to tie it around your bun,” Vi told him, taking the ribbon back. Roman nodded again, turning his head so that Vi could reach easier. The ribbon was long enough that even when tied the tails brushed his shoulders and Roman found himself grinning at the mere idea that he’d really been given a friendship ribbon by someone like Vi.

“Thank you,” Roman said, “Really, this is, I— it’s— I mean, it’s beautiful, is what I’m trying to say, I— um— I really appreciate it.”

Vi chuckled, looking back at Roman with a smile on his face that reached his eyes, Roman realised that the markings on their face had lightened multiple shades, now looking almost magenta instead of their usual black, Roman couldn’t help but smile back.

“You’re welcome.” Vi told him, and Roman realised quite abruptly how genuine they sounded.

----

<- Previous | Masterpost | Next ->

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #ts prinxiety #prinxiety #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfic #rowans writings #Ribbons and Rainstorms

14 notes · View notes

m-jelly · 2 years

Text

Chapter 6

Pairing: Demon priest! Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, teasing, flirting, cute, plot building, confessions, relationship development.

Concept: Levi finally gets demon-proof contraception, but you both still have to wait. You both share a sweet moment together. Edith brings a person from your past to rip you from the town. Levi takes control of the situation and scares off the person and you both are even closer to leaving the town.

Important notice: Due to comments made to me as I planned this story, I have chosen to create a brand new religion to avoid causing any offence to those reading this fic. Some terminology is similar to other religions and inspired by them too.

AO3 Link

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 The end

You sat on Levi’s bed as you played a video game. You perked up when Levi walked into the bedroom. You paused your game and crawled over to the end of the bed as you smiled at your lover. You felt like a dog whose master had come home or a cat who was trying to seduce. You knelt up and opened your arms to Levi. You mewled at him when he wrapped his loving arms around you and gave you a loving squeeze. You started kissing his neck and jawline as you pawed at him.

Levi pulled your arms from him and held your hands as he showered them in kisses. He looked at you with his demon eyes. “Such worship on me. I don’t deserve this.”

You leaned closer, but Levi wouldn’t kiss you. “Leviii.”

He chuckled. “The more I tease you, the more delicious you are.”

You flopped back on the bed. “Well, you’re getting no food from me. I don’t feed mean demons.”

He hummed a laugh and began kissing up your back as his claw hands massaged your butt cheeks. “Forgive me, my darling.” He smiled against the crook of your neck. “My love, you feel wonderful.”

“Honeyed words won’t work on me.”

He slipped off you and lay on his side next to you. He propped his head up and smiled softly at you. “I have something for you.”

You looked over at him. “I don’t want anything from a mean demon like you.”

He placed his hand on your back. “You’ll like it.”

You sighed. “Okay.”

He kissed your cheek before clicking his fingers to reveal a nice red velvet box. “Open it.”

You nibbled your lip as you opened the box up to reveal a choker necklace with a black tone in the middle. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

He cleared his throat. “So, you know I said celibacy was why we couldn’t do anything and it was because I was scared of showing you I am a demon, right?”

You nodded. “Yes, but I love you for you.”

“I said celibacy again because we had to keep us secret, but it was mainly because I needed to get this.”

You played with the necklace. “What is this?”

He ruffled his hair as he blushed. “This necklace is the only contraception that works on demons.”

You smiled at the necklace before putting it on. “So, now we’re protected?”

He touched the stone to see it was white. “We have to wait for this stone to go red. When it’s red, it has taken to your body and you are protected.”

You lay on your back and hummed in thought. “Won’t a condom work?”

Levi blushed. “No.”

You frowned a little. “How come?”

“Demons are very fertile. So fertile that sex with us once will end in a child. Even eating our cum.”

You stared at him for a while before leaning up on your arms and looking at his crotch. “That’s impressive.”

He shifted over and rested his head against your stomach. “I have a life plan for us. Finish the art in the temple, then we’ll go to my world. I will turn you into a demon and be with you for eternity. When you’re all adjusted, I was thinking we could have little demons…” He gripped you a little and whine. “That’s if you want to.”

You traced patterns on his horns. “I love the whole idea, including the little demons.”

Levi lifted his head. “You want them?”

“With you? Of course.”

He smiled as his heart fluttered in his chest. “Perfect.” He pushed his hands under your shirt. “You look so delicious right now.” He pushed his shirt up and over your breasts. “Curse this bra.”

You giggled as he bit the middle part of your bra and growled. “I need to wear them.”

He released it and flicked his gaze up to your sweet face. “You’re at home all day, you don’t have to wear one.”

“Does my bra offend you?”

He pressed his face against your boobs. “Yes.”

You played with his hair and softly kissed his horns. “I am deeply sorry.”

“So cruel.”

You let out a long sigh. “So, we’re waiting on this thing to activate, right?”

“Mm.” He lifted his head. “I can eat you.” He licked his lips with his forked tongue. “I do adore delving my tongue deep into your honey core.”

You cupped his face. “I do enjoy it too, my love, but I want to do things for you.”

He smiled softly. “I know. I guess we’ll wait. The stone should turn red within a few hours or maximum a few days.”

You grinned. “You’re worth the wait!”

Levi blushed hard. “You…you…” He whined. “You cute thing.”

You kissed the end of his nose. “Could you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

You blushed a little. “Could you get your wings out? I want to snuggle together and be wrapped up in your arms and wings. Only if you want to.”

He hummed a laugh and rolled onto his side. He dragged you closer as his wings grew from his back. He wrapped his arms and wings around you both, meaning you were lying on one of his wings. “How is this?”

You giggled. “I feel so protected and loved. I’m all bundled up.” You put your fingers in his wings and massaged. “Your wings are so soft.” You kissed them and hummed in happiness. “They’re so beautiful.” You looked at Levi’s face to see he had his hands on his face as he blushed hard. “Levi?”

He groaned. “Sorry, it’s just…I’ve never had anyone praise me so much on my demon form. It flusters me."

You nuzzled his feathers with your face making him blush harder and whine. “You have a stunning demon form, I love it and I love you.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you and yanked you close. “No more getting me flustered. We will snuggle and nap together.”

You smiled and pressed your face against his chest. “Yes.”

Levi kissed your forehead. “I wonder what demon you’ll be.”

“Demon of love!”

Levi chuckled. “That’s a succubus.”

You gasped and pulled back as you looked at Levi. “That’d be fun!”

He smiled as he played with your hair. “You’ll be a right handful if you were, but it’ll be worth it.” He kissed the hair in his fingers. “Sleep.”

As you and Levi settled into loving rest with each other, Mrs Primrose was waiting for her guest to arrive. She paced as her husband read the paper. She huffed at her daughter lying around texting on her phone and her husband not wanting to get involved. She checked the time and felt rage fill her, she wanted her guest to hurry up.

Mr Primrose lowered his paper. “What are you pacing for?”

Edith glared at her silver fox husband. “You don’t get it! That bitch is ruining this town.”

He sighed. “The only person ruining this town is you with your silly witch hunts.”

“I’m trying to save this place!”

He closed his paper and glared at his wife. “I have had enough of this. That woman has done nothing wrong. She is restoring our temple and you should be thankful.”

She walked closer. “She’s distracting our priest! She’s a whore!”

“Says the woman who had two affairs.”

Edith’s cheeks burned. “D-darling.”

He walked towards the door. “Stop this silly game and let things be.” He stormed down the path to see a man with his hair tied back into a bun walking towards him. He stopped and saw he had looked after stubble, piercing orange-like eyes, fashionable reading glasses sat on his nose, tall and lean and he was fashionable with part of his chest showing. “Who the fuck are you?”

The handsome man bowed before Mr Primrose. “Joseph Heart. I’m here to see Mrs Primrose.”

He groaned. “In there.”

Joseph watched the man storm off before approaching the door. He smiled at Edith as he towered over her. “Good afternoon. I am sorry for being late, but I was captivated by your town. The Gods are here, I can feel it.”

Edith blushed. “Welcome.” She stepped to the side. “Would you like tea or coffee?”

“Water, I do not put unclean things in my body. Water is pure. Tea and coffee are a drug.”

She fiddled with her dress. “Right, I will get your drink sorted.”

“Thank you.” He walked around the living room and spied Loralee in her tank top and shorts. “Afternoon.”

Loralee jumped to her feet. “You’re hot.”

He stepped back from her. “Please, do not touch me. I prefer my women like my lover on the run. She was such a good woman of faith and yet she ran.” He shook his head. “I am sure you are a good woman of the gods, you’re just not the one for me.”

Edith returned. “Loralee, leave our guest alone.” She laughed nervously as her daughter pouted and stormed off. “I am sorry for her. She’s upset that her ex will not be returning to her. Please, sit.”

Joseph sat down and held his pendant for the religion. He smiled fondly at Mrs Primrose. “So, Mrs Primrose, you said it was vital that I come here. You said that my love” he softly said your name as he smiled fondly “has been in contact with you.”

“She’s in this town!” Excitement burned through her veins, she was finally going to be rid of you. “That whore is here!”

Joseph felt rage surge through him. He snapped his deathly stare at Edith. “Such wicked words from a woman of the gods. You should know better. We are taught to love all of those around us. We are meant to be compassionate and loving. You are far from that.”

She panicked. “But she has tempted the priest!”

Joseph sipped his drink before rising from his spot. “Perhaps he tempted her. Did you not think of that? My lover was a good girl. She loved the religion, the teachings and the gods so much, but something changed her mind and she got scared. My being here means I can collect her and return her back to her flock. She can be safe again.” He hummed a laugh as he reflected on where he’d come from and his followers. “We have a community, a town that we all live together in and help each other in the name of the gods. I led them with her at my side. She was wonderful, but I lost her.”

Edith rushed after him as her hope of getting rid of you walked away. “Joseph, please!” A cold sweat consumed her body as he clung to the shirt on his back. “She does not belong here.”

He paused in the doorway as Edith’s words pressed upon him. “You are correct, she does not. She belongs in a holier place. I am here to claim her and to prove to you that it is your priest who is the sinner, not her.”

She chased after the religious man as he moved towards the town. “What are your plans for our priest?”

“I wish to test him.” He glanced back at her and saw the desperation in her eyes. “I believe he is the problem here, not the woman I love. I know her.” He moved to the temple and took it all in with his judgemental gaze. “This temple would upset my gods, I know it. I can hear them.”

“You can hear the Gods?” Edith was in awe of your ex. “How incredible! I wish I could hear them.”

He closed his arms and raised his arms out to his sides. “They speak through me.” He opened his eyes. “Now, where is this priest?” He turned to Dean walking with his arm over Daisy’s shoulders. “You! I knew you’d be the tempter.”

Dean frowned at this confusing confrontation. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Joseph walked closer and said your name sternly. “Where is she?”

“I believe she is living with the priest at the moment while her home is repaired.”

Joseph stepped back a moment as he collected his thoughts. “Take me to the priest’s home, now!”

Dean looked down at his girlfriend and could only think about how they were leaving tomorrow. He knew the love between you and Levi was incredibly strong. He knew you both would protect them if they were in this situation, so they were going to protect you and Levi. “I don’t work for you. So, no.”

“I demand you tell me.”

Dean let Daisy go and moved towards the loud religious-looking asshole. “Who do you think you are? You come into my town making demands. I should break your pretty boy face and throw you out on your ass.”

Daisy tapped on her phone and called up Levi. She shifted away from Dean holding Joseph back. “Uh, hi father Levi?”

Levi lay on his back with the phone to his ear. “Hey, Daisy. Is everything okay?”

She looked over at her boyfriend winding up Joseph. “There’s this weird guy outside the temple demanding to see you. He’s also asking for your Mrs.”

Levi glanced at you sleeping soundly on his wing. “I think that’s her ex. I will deal with him.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “How long can you keep him back?”

“A while. Dean is keeping him busy and you know how Dean is with winding people up.”

“We’ll be there, I promise. Give us ten or twenty minutes. Thank you for this.” He ended the call and turned to you. He delicately rubbed your cheek. “Wake up, my darling. We need to chat.”

You slowly opened your eyes and smiled at Levi. “Is my stone red?”

“No.”

You pouted. “That’s terrible.”

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “We need to talk about something.”

You stared at him. “What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head and kissed you. “Can you tell me about Joseph a bit more?”

You nibbled your lip as your old memories nibbled away at your mind. “What do you want to know?”

“What was it like?”

You let out a long sigh as tears filled your eyes. “I met him in my early twenties. He was kind and sweet and got me into the temple. I read all the texts and I was dedicated to going to the temple.” You placed your palms against your eyes as you whined a little. “He was my everything and he went weird. He started a religious community and I helped out, but then he got too crazy.” You looked over at Levi. “He thinks the Gods speak to him. I know you’ll be able to tell they don’t.”

Levi hummed. “Yeah.”

You rolled off his wing and dropped onto the floor. “So, why do you want to know?”

Levi sat up and reverted to his human form. “Joseph is outside the temple asking for us.”

You stared at Levi for a while before sinking to the floor and whining. “I can’t believe he is here. How did he know? This isn’t possible. I was careful.”

Levi knelt before you and wrapped his arms around you. “I will protect you, I promise. He won’t take you away from me. I’ll send him away.”

You welled up. “Really?”

He cupped your face and decorated it with kisses. “I love you and I won’t lose this love.” He kissed the end of your nose. “I’ll sacrifice him if you want.”

You laughed. “No sacrificing.”

“How about a bit?”

“No.”

He let out a long sigh. “Fine, fine.” He pulled you to your feet with him. “I will not argue with the most beautiful woman in the world.” He released you and changed into his priest things. “You ready?”

You adjusted your boobs in your bra before grabbing a coat and putting on your boots. “Let’s head out then.”

He nodded and walked with you outside into the snow. He yawned before clicking his joints in a stretch. “This should be easy to talk to him.”

You gripped your coat hard as you felt anxious. You might have fought back against a group of people, but Joseph had mentally broken you for a while and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You wanted to stand up to your ex, but at the same time, Levi was willing to end this fight for you. You were ready to let someone help you.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Dean with a smirk on his face as Joseph was close to shouting. “Levi?”

Levi stood in front of you and blocked your view. He cupped your face and smiled softly. “He won’t hurt you again. I swear.”

You gulped hard as you listened to Levi. You nodded and agreed. You relaxed your body and accepted how things were playing out. “I trust you.”

He winked at you before letting you go and moving over to Dean. “Dean? I’m here to handle this.”

Dean bowed his head. “Sure thing.”

“Go on a date with Daisy, seeing as today is your last day here.”

“Will do.”

Levi stared at the religious man and thought he looked like an asshole. He just had self-importance oozing off him. Levi felt irritated just by looking at the guy and hadn’t even spoken a single word to him. He clenched his jaw and bowed his head just a little. “I am Father Levi. I heard you were asking for me.”

Joseph held his head high. He felt irritated at seeing Levi. He thought Levi was attractive and he was a man of the Gods, which pushed his buttons. “I need a word with you! You are hiding someone who is mine.”

Levi referred to the temple. “Shall we speak inside?” He ushered Joseph to the temple as he called your name. “Head inside and keep warm.”

You nodded and followed both of them. “Thank you.”

Levi led Joseph inside his temple and into his office. “Can I get you tea or coffee?”

Joseph snorted as he held his head high. “I expected better. Water, please. Tea and coffee are drugs to the body.”

Levi’s eye twitched a little in irritation. He could feed off Joseph and his sin of pride, but he chose not to because he took a part of Joseph out of you and it made him sick. He turned to Joseph and handed over water. “Right.” He read Joseph’s aura and saw it wasn’t right. He wasn’t a demon or angel, but he had something in him that made him infect others. He was like a vampire that took from others, but he also injected them back. “Snake.”

“Sorry?”

Levi sat down behind his desk. “So, talk to me.”

Joseph held his head high and released a dark aura, but Levi easily fended it off. He said your name with pride. “I am here to collect her. She needs to return to the gods.”

Levi ruffled his hair. “She’s not a possession, she’s not going anywhere. She goes where she wants to go. She chose to leave you and you should respect that.”

Joseph smiled at Levi. “You don’t get it. I talk to the Gods and they tell me she is my bride, my love, my everything and the future of our world.”

Levi smirked at Joseph’s ridiculous claim. “You talk to the Gods, huh? What do they say?”

“That we must return to our roots. Our humble beginnings.” He smiled. “We must heal as a family. I will lead this with my wife.”

Levi covered his mouth with his hand to stop himself from laughing. He saw no connection to the Gods in his aura. He hummed a little in thought. “What do your Gods say about me? Listen to them and analyse me.”

Joseph moved his chair closer and observed Levi. “Yes, yes I see.” He raised his arms up and closed his eyes. “I am here, my Gods.” He nodded. “I see, I know now, thank you.”

Levi raised his brow. “Well?”

Joseph opened his bright eyes and smiled. “I have your answer.”

Levi sat back. “I’m all ears.”

“They tell me you are a good man. You are a wonderful man of the Gods. You lead these people in this town, but my bride is not the woman for you.” He leaned closer and smiled. “Your time will come and your kindness will be rewarded.”

Levi stared at Joseph. “Your Gods told you that?”

“Yes.”

Levi hummed a laugh as he shook his head. The man before him was a liar and enjoyed taking everything from others. “You are a liar.”

Joseph sat up. “I am not! I do not lie!”

Levi clicked his neck. “I know you’re lying. I know you are using others and manipulating them so you can form a little cult. You are a piece of shit.”

“How dare you! I am a man of the Gods!”

Levi gripped the arm of his chair. “You are nothing but a liar. You don’t have any involvement with the Gods. You are not connected with the Gods. You don’t know anything.”

Joseph slammed his hands on the table. “How dare you! I am one with the Gods. I have you right! They told me you are a good man but she isn’t meant for you. Let her go and let me have her.”

Levi let his anger seep from him causing the wood on the floor, chair and table to creak and groan. “You are manipulative.” His claws grew. “Selfish!” His fangs. “Egotistic!” His eyes flashed to his harsh slit ones. “Abusive.” He stood up and slammed his clawed hand on the desk making Joseph cower in fear. “Delusional.” Levi dragged his claws across the table as his horns grew with his black markings. “False prophet.” His tail flicked out as his wings burst from his back. He grabbed the back of Joseph’s chair and snarled in his face. “Liar.”

Joseph sank in his chair as he shook. “D-D-D-D.”

Levi snarled. “Listen to me, Joseph, I know the Gods very well. They’re friends of mine and they would not be happy knowing you have been hurting their people for your own selfish gain.”

Your ex clasped his hands together in front of him. “Please, forgive me!”

Levi slammed his clawed hand around Joseph’s neck. “Forgive!? You mentally scarred a woman I deeply care for. She is changed for life because of your false prophet ways.” He clenched hard. “You will go back to your little community and disband the group. If you don’t, I will hunt you down and show you just what a demon of my status I can do.”

“Wh-what status?”

“My friend is the advisor to the Demon King and I am the King’s prized fighter.” He released Joseph from his grip and said your name. “Don’t ever come for her again. Do I make myself clear?”

Joseph nodded. “Y-Yes!”

Levi reverted back to normal. “Now, get out.”

You finished off a painting and admired it. You looked around and saw you just had one big painting left and then you and Levi would move on together. You smiled softly at the thought of your future. You glanced over to Levi’s office door to see it slam open and Joseph falling out. You frowned a little as he scrambled to his feet and ran out of the temple. You snapped your eyes to your lover looking pretty happy with himself.

Levi walked over to you as he fixed his hair and clothes. “You okay, my love? You warm enough?”

You looked up at him and accepted a soft kiss on the forehead. “Mm. Yeah, I’m good. What happened?”

He played with your hair as he smiled fondly at you. “Hmm?”

You took his hands and squeezed. “What did you do?”

He leaned down and captured your lips in a loving kiss. “I put the fear of the Gods into him, that’s all.”

You frowned as Levi dotted your face in kisses. “Did you reveal your demon form to him?”

Levi paused his kisses. “Would you be mad if I said I did?”

You contemplated it for a moment, but really you didn’t give a shit. Joseph had been a problem in your life for so long and now he was gone. Your plans with Levi for your life were now in full throttle towards happiness. You were rid of a thorn in your side and all you needed to do now was finish the temple and go with Levi now with peace in your heart.

You smiled at your lover. “No, I’m not mad. I’m thankful. You closed a chapter in my life I never thought I would be able to. I’ve been running from him for so long. So, thank you. Thank you so much.” You smiled more as tears filled your eyes. “Thank you.”

He wrapped you up in his arms and hummed softly. “You’re welcome. I’ll do anything for you, my love, anything.”

You let out a long sigh. “So, was he something special?”

Levi remembered Joseph’s aura. “He was a snake.”

“Huh?”

Levi brought you to the pews and sat you on his lap. “He wasn’t an angel or demon. He had something about him, something magical. He absorbed other people’s aura and injected them with a bad one. So, you kept going back to him because he made you feel good. He was like a drug and the more you took a hit, the worse he made you.”

You leaned your side against Levi. “Wow.”

“You’re safe from him now.”

You hummed at Levi as your thoughts fizzled away. “So, I’m done with him then, yeah?”

Levi played with your hair. “All done. He won’t ever come near you again and the damage he did to your aura is healed up by me.”

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you for fixing me.”

“You’re most welcome.” He massaged your thigh as thoughts trickled in. “Not long now, huh?”

You looked up. “Yeah, just one last painting and then we can run off together.”

Levi nipped your neck. “I am looking forward to that day. I have a few things I want to say to Edith.”

You snorted a laugh. “You going to go full demon on her?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

You cupped his handsome face and wiggled it. “It’ll be amazing to see.”

51 notes · View notes

skymaiden32 · 1 year

Text

Mystery of the Eagle

AO3 link here

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to be updated when I update or write new stories)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

------

Alan groaned as he came around, shapes and colours swirling into focus. His limbs were heavy, and he struggled to lift a hand to his head, rubbing his temple in a vain attempt to soothe the ache. He was bound to have a whopper of a concussion right now and a migraine later, but that was future Alan’s problem to worry about. Right now, current Alan’s issue was finding out what had hit him.

The blurs finally came into focus, and Alan breathed a sigh of relief when his surroundings revealed he was still next to Thunderbird One. Good. He started to rise to his feet, but gasped when he felt a heavy boot on his back, pushing him down again. “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

Alan’s eyes widened. “Agent Omega…” He growled out. If the agent had taken anything or had pictures of Thunderbird One-

“Relax.” Omega huffed in that cold robotic voice of theirs. “My Master doesn’t currently want your secrets. I’m just here to give you a warning. You’ll be free to go once I’m finished here.”

Alan frowned. “What do you want, then? What warning?” He didn’t like this one bit.

“Why, to stay out of our way of course.” Omega’s smirk was audible. “As for what we want, we’re on a need-to-know basis, and you don’t need to know.”

“Then just tell me one thing…” Alan started as Omega lifted him up, tying his hands and legs together with a thick cord. “You were piloting the Eagle, weren’t you?” He grunted softly when the knots were tied a bit too tightly. Omega ignored his discomfort. “That’s why I didn’t find the crew. And that’s why there was no answer.” His eyes narrowed. “I still don’t get the crash, though.”

“Very astute, Tracy.” The agent growled, finishing the final knot with a flourish, angry that Alan had figured it out so quickly. “As for the crash, I’ll admit that the controls of the Eagle are unfamiliar to me…”

“So, you got something wrong.” Alan smirked. The grin was promptly wiped from his face when Omega glared at him.

The agent scoffed. “You’re in no position to act so smug, my friend.” They turned away, presumably to carry out their mission. “Just sit tight for now. By the time your pathetic family comes looking for you, I’ll be long gone with my prize. You can try and catch up all you want, but you’ll never beat me and my Master…” They finished ominously, retreating into the treeline.

Alan thanked his lucky stars that tying him up was the worst thing Omega had done to him. He knew the agent was capable of far worse. Now, all he could do was wait for rescue, mulling over what Omega had revealed to him. What could the Hood possibly want with the Eagle?

------

Virgil breathed a sigh of relief as the vast jungle of Borneo faded into sight, gripping his hands tightly on the wheel. He prayed to whatever god might be up there that his little brother was okay. He just had to be…

Triangulating the beacon of Thunderbird One was easy. Now he just had to get his brother out of whatever mess he’d managed to land himself in. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Alan’s prone form on the ground next to the rocket plane. Worry blossomed in his chest even more when he saw his brother tied up. That was quickly banished when Alan gave him an earful, however.

“You took your time.” The astronaut said sharply, although he was grinning when Virgil took out a knife from his sash and began sawing at the ropes.

Virgil harrumphed. “I know, I know…” The bindings around Alan’s wrists gave way. “Who did this to you?” His voice promised pain to whoever was responsible.

Alan huffed. “Relax, Virg.” His legs were freed, and Virgil helped him to his feet, stepping back as the younger brother stretched his cramped limbs. “Omega’s long gone by now…”

“Omega?!” Virgil’s eyes widened. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“No. I’m okay.” Alan sighed. “They took the Eagle though. They’d been piloting when it crashed.” He relayed the information he’d found out just a couple of hours prior. “There was no crew to help because there was no crew in the first place…”

Virgil hummed, rubbing his chin in thought. “I’m starting to think me and Scott are right with our theory…” He muttered, prompting a look from his brother.

“What theory?” Alan questioned, intrigued.

The elder brother smirked. “You’ll find out soon enough. For now though, let’s get these ‘Birds home…”

------

“So, that’s about it.” Gordon finished his story as his family listened intently. “I was allowed home pretty soon after. Tara’s still over there to help with the search, but I doubt they’ll find it.”

Jeff hummed after a few moments. “A stolen supersonic craft, transport plane, and now submarine…” He glanced over at his eldest sons. “Guess you two were right on the money.”

“Virgil mentioned they had a theory, but I have to admit that I have no idea what it is…” Alan sighed. He’d been under Scott’s watchful eye from the moment Thunderbird One had touched down, and he honestly couldn’t blame him. He’d be worried to if it was the other round.

“Your brothers reckon the Hood’s assembling his own Thunderbird fleet.” Jeff explained. “I’m inclined to agree, after what was just taken from the USAF and WASP.”

“Th-that’s why they w-wanted the F-Falcon, Mr T-Tracy?” Brains asked.

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “The Falcon?”

“The working name of the rocket plane Omega stole from the Stirling Convention Center last month.” John spoke up from his portrait, catching his family's attention.

Gordon grumbled. “They’re even copying the bird theme…” The aquanaut sighed when he saw everyone’s inquisitive expressions. “The WASP scientists called the experimental sub the Kingfisher…” He explained.

“Oh, great.” Scott could’ve facepalmed. “Guess they’ll go for a spaceship or a satellite next…”

Alan frowned. “But where are they possibly gonna get that?”

“Guess we’ll find out sooner or later. For now though, you all better head to bed. It’s been a long day for all of us.” Jeff huffed out, leaning against his desk as his kids all nodded, and filed out the room. The live-feed of John faded, replaced by a still portrait, leaving the patriarch alone to muse to himself. “Next time, Hood, we’ll be ready for whatever you throw at us...”

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #alan tracy #agent omega (oc)#virgil tracy #gordon tracy #scott tracy #jeff tracy #john tracy #brains thunderbirds #sky writes stuff #thunderbirds calendar 2022 project

10 notes · View notes

oh-three · 2 years

Text

Masterlist

You can find me on AO3, here- and fanfiction.net here.

I crosspost all of my stories to both, have been since July 14, 2021 (most of my older ones on FFN are not on my AO3). Feel free to kudos, favorite, follow, etc- but know that comments or reviews are always welcome! They make my day every time.

My inbox is always open if you want to talk! (Especially if it’s about Star Wars).

Tumblr taglist now available!

Wait! Before you continue, consider taking a look at my Ahsoka reactions masterlist.

When Our Boots Wear Thin & Our Hearts Grow Heavy

Cobb Vanth

Part 1 - When The Suns Grow Low, The Fight Only Gets Tougher

Just before joining in on the battle for Mos Espa, the people of Freetown dropped their wounded, dying marshal off at Fett’s Palace. Fett quickly realizes that Cobb Vanth may be beyond the help of even a bacta tank. He needs outside aid- they all do. Centered around the S1E7 end credit scene. [5/5 chapters]

Part 2 - When Twilight Checks In, The Collars Pull Tight

Bray Ealdel, a close friend from Cobb Vanth’s past, returns to Tatooine under mysterious circumstances. For Cobb, it’s a chance to catch up on lost time. But Bray, if he plays his cards right, gets to keep his life for a little longer. [8/8 chapters]

Part 3 - When The Heart Outruns The Body, The Suns Clear The Fog

Pressured by his aging body and his tired mind, Cobb Vanth ponders stepping down from his role as the Marshal of Freetown. Other, more personal, matters take him offworld for the first time in his extensive life. The fire in his eyes hasn’t quite been stomped out yet. [14/14 chapters]

Part 3.5 - When All Is Right, The Suns Are High [INTERLUDE]

After a lifetime of fighting for freedom, Cobb Vanth has finally won his once and for all. With his health back on the incline, all that’s left is to settle down and embrace the fact that he can finally live his life the way that he’s allowed the rest of his town to. One-shot; series interlude. 18+. [1/1 chapters]

Part 4 - When The Suns Begin To Set, Life Finally Begins

Cobb Vanth has retired from his position as Marshal of Mos Pelgo and embraced the life he had given the people of his town. But after spending near all his years working himself to the bone, it’s hard to drop the habit. [2/? chapters]

Other resources:

OC Guide

Our Anonymity Is Your Protection (But Sometimes Our Masks Fall Away)

The Grand Inquisitor

A series of short stories centered around our favorite Grand Inquisitor, starting from his time as part of the Jedi Temple Guard.

Incorrect Quotes:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Other resources:

Name pronunciations

Rakesh Brem & his master

Art for the series can be found both here on my blog or on my DeviantArt page.

Battle Born | Tech & His Goggles

Tech

A collection of related one-shots based on a headcanon that Tech’s goggles help him to see. Lots of angst and sibling bonding included. (Non-canon compliant with Batch content that comes out after the first season).

The Lengths We’ll Go, The Heights We’ll Reach

Tech & Hunter

The kidnapping becomes the least of their problems, and now the Bad Batch is plagued with sorrow, regret, and the shadow of what could have been.

Take A Deep Breath, You're Home

Echo

A series of one-shots in which Echo finds his place in the Batch and comes to peace with his losses.

Solus Tome (Alone Together)

Fives

The Bad Batch brings Rex to the sunken remains of Tipoca City. Within her walls, they find a cryo stasis chamber- and, inside it, a fractured soul in desperate need of healing. Or, Clone Force 99 finds and adopts another traumatized reg.

Silence Is A Lonely Country

Ian Malcolm

The dead live, and Ian Malcolm bears that truth in the form of a grizzly wound on his arm. On the run across the wildlands of Central America, he and the others do their best to survive the beginning of the apocalypse.

Memories Keep Us Alive | Until Next Month

Jack Russell

Once he gathers the courage to send the first letter, they begin to come in after each full moon, telling of tales no one would believe had they not seen the impossible with their own eyes.

Or, five letters that Jack Russell sends to his sister, and one time he gets a reply.

Let No Man Be Another's Who Can Be His Own

Jack Sparrow

Following Lord Beckett’s demise, Elizabeth Turner leads the Brethren Court in a series of raids against the scattered East India Trading Company. At first, it’s the smaller outposts. And then she leads them against a rather large establishment in West Africa. There, she finally learns how one Jack Sparrow wound up a pirate.

#fanfiction #masterlist #star wars #werewolf by night #jurassic park #pirates of the caribbean

28 notes · View notes

stitchlingbelle · 7 months

Text

Watching Avatar, Part 4

Ok so I'm getting a little binge-y about this show...

16. "The Deserter": This is a great episode. I always love getting to see some non-evil or non-Fire Nation-affiliated firebenders. The refusal to teach Aang had big Yoda vibes to me, a lifelong Star Wars fan. And of course Aang, who's always thought of bending as play and never really worried about hurting anyone before, doesn't yet have the discipline to do it safely and blows it. I feel for him, but refusing to learn isn't going to work in the long run. Interesting that waterbending gets a level up into healing powers. Make me wonder what unexpected variations the other forms of bending might have... (And of course loved seeing Zhao get his butt kicked, and how. Hope this isn't the last we see of Jeong Jeong.)

17. "The Northern Air Temple": Interesting episode. I liked Aang's continued journey dealing with the loss of his people and I liked Teo a lot. Obviously the ending was A Warning of Things to Come, but it was to me an especially big reminder of the danger they bring with them wherever they go. (Seriously, what happens to these towns when they leave??)

18. "The Waterbending Master": PLOT PLOT PLOT I live for this shit. Wow, Sokka actually got to be smooth! My meta-brain is dubious that this will work out, as it is Too Early In The Show For Happiness. LET'S GO KATARAAAAA you show that sexist ass! I do find it a little weird that her grandmother never mentioned she's from, you know, the other side of the planet. Especially given the Gaang's stated intention of, you know, going there. (Maybe just an early-installment issue.) Heartbroken for Iroh thinking he's lost Zuko-- but no, apparently he's totally on top of things. The Batman thing is back. Is there something weird about Zuko's superhero identity being blue, given the color-coded nature of this world? Again, love the continuity touch of the pirates.

19. "The Siege of the North, Part 1": PLOT PLOT PLOT not surprising, given it's the end of the season and a two-parter. Very lore-dense, too. If waterbending comes from the moon and firebending from the sun, and I assume earthbending from the earth, where is airbending from? I thought Sokka was going to get in a lot more trouble, and am worried. Gotta say, I respect how seriously they are depicting war in this show. They're really selling the horrors of it in a very kid-friendly way. (To that point, I really appreciate them showing bending getting used for all sorts of non-combat things-- giving the kids something to fantasize about being/doing that isn't, you know, antithetical to the point of the show...)

20. "The Siege of the North, Part 2": Dammit, I knew Yue couldn't last. Very sad for Sokka and for her, I liked her character. Very interesting how they positioned Zuko and Iroh in this episode, contrasting them with Zhao directly for the Gaang's benefit. (Though I have no doubt that Zuko's eventual admission to the Gaang is going to be hampered by Sokka blaming him for the loss of Yue.) Can't wait to see what Iroh and Zuko do now, especially with Zuko's sister (!?) after them, and without the resources they've been (usually) able to rely on. Very pleased to see Katara level up her bending and be treated as a master.

The next DVD says "Earth" on it, so presumably they're off to learn Earthbending. Hopefully that means Aang getting to see Bumi again. All these kids need a hug.

#avatar: the last airbender

1 note · View note

spahhzy · 2 years

Text

Of Moonbases, Grimm Queens, Thrill parks and Grandschemes. part 1.

Ya know if Yang had to admit there was something awfully cathartic about killing grimm on some moonbase that your once sane sister built...oh wait did she mention moon base?

Yeah, Ruby took all of them from the abandoned temple after getting some stupid stone. So now she has a rock and a golden rod, Yang didn't know what Ruby's insane scheme was but at this moment it didn't matter, she was having so much fun killing grimm in a space suit...in Zero GRAVITY!

Yang: Blake tell me you are having as much fun as I am killing grimm on the moon!?

Blake: Not really...ya know trying to save remnant and all from a crazed grimm queen.

Weiss: That's right Yang...duty first then fun...

Nora: I beg to differ! It's fun to see grimm go woosh into the blackness of space!

Blake: Pretty homicidal of you Nora.

Ren: She just having pancake withdrawals it has been some time though.

Yang: aside from that has any one seen Rubes?

All of them pointed to Ruby who was fiddling with her golden rod and st9ne while giggling.

Ruby: (ya know if this all fails I can build a thrill park here! Ruby Rose's Space adventure or something cool like that!)

Yang: Hey Ruby! You got the scary look in your eye again! What are we supposed to do now!?

Ruby: ah Yang my dear sweet simple minded sister we must first complete a series of convoluted multi-part steps to prep the device-

Ren: oh joy.

Ruby: Your sassiness is greatly appreciated Ren my Jaune has rubbed off on you greatly.

Ruby: - but let's go back to the main computer room and ill just enter the master password save me a few more minutes of anticipation.

The group travels back to the main computer of the moon space station as Ruby entered in the master password as suddenly one of the monitors flickered to the weird pyramid device as 4 canisters rose out from the ground.

Ruby: Quick! Back to the pyramid! We shall save the world soon everyone!

The group all traversed back inside the tunnels before finally making their way back to the ominous looking pyramid!

Weiss: Alright you dolt we made it now what next?

This time Ruby was stumped..

Ruby: ahhh I'm not sure hold on I'm thinking...

Blake: Well could you think sooner!?

Blake avoided a slash from one of the grimm before she slashed back decapitating the grimm, but upon its death the grimm didn't fade to ash...more so it's essence went into one of the canisters which Ruby saw.

Ruby: Of course the machine is powered by life force so silly of me I should have remembered that ahahaha~

Yang: What does any of that mean Ruby!?

Yang dodged more Grimm before blasting them to pieces as their essence began filling up.

Ruby: We must kill more!

And so they did, killed every last bit of grimm that came in until finally...

Ruby: excellent! marvelous! Beautiful! Look for a button or switch somewhere and let us confront our tormentor!

Nora: oooh look a switch ! Can I flip it can I can I!

Ruby nodded as Nora whooped before flipping the switch.

Suddenly all the essence that filled the canister up was sucked into the device. Everyone backed away as the device had begun to shake before suddenly the pyramid began to open up.

Their was Salem...a younger Salem, a human Salem, suspended in air glaring angrily at the team below as she caught sight of Ruby the anger magnified.

Ruby, smirking: Hello Salem you little brat, your time is coming...soon...so soon!

Yang: wait? That Salem? What happened to super queen grimm lady from the war and stuff how come she looks ya know human and like a child.

Ruby sighed: It a loooooong and complicated story but just know Jaune managed to give her a restart and it seeeeeeeems like she has wasted it so sad.

Salem: I'LL DESTROY YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID OZZY!

Ruby: Child I will deal with you for good shortly but first we need to do a couple of more things...don't mind her she is crazy! Let's finish this and save the world guys!

#rwby salem #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #blake bellodona #lie ren

7 notes · View notes

shiftynightshade · 3 years

Text

@totallycorrectjediorderquotes Thanks for letting me borrow the quotes! Love your content!

It seemed like clickbait at first, just another Holotuber desperate for their 15 minutes of fame. However, one particularly curious Rodian had clicked on the link while waiting for her lunch at Dex's and the opening lines of the holovid had immediately caught the attention of everyone in her vicinity.

“Hi everyone! I’m Jedi Master Kit Fisto and, with permission of course, I’m posting this to share some behind-the-scenes clips of the Jedi Council. Most of these are going to have no context, but that makes them funnier. So without any further ado, let me introduce our very own Master of the Order, Mace Windu without any context! Buckle up gentle beings, prepare to have your whole galaxy shaken.”

“Is this real?” A twi’lek whispered from beside her, his eyes impossibly wide. She shrugged. The Jedi were not exactly the most popular beings in the galaxy after all.

The first few seconds were nothing but a black screen before it began shaking and moved to show a round room filled with multiple chairs and large windows, which led to Coruscants skyline, indigo’s had begun to bleed to black. The camera panned to the right in which you could see a hologram of Shaak Ti and Kit Fisto curled up in his chair next to her. Briefly, Adi Gallia and Eeth Koth were in the shot.

Kit looked across the room with a shit-eating grin. “Dead Sifo-Dyas? More like kawaii desu baka Sifo-Dyas”

The camera quickly oved to the left to where Plo Koon had reared back in surprise. Master Yoda was letting out evil cackles while Mace Windu stared with a hard expression. “Blocked” He threw his hands in the air.

Chuckles and Kit’s pleads filled the room as the camera flipped to show the filmer to be Saesee Tiin. He grinned. “Council Session number 21: Kit Fisto gets fucking Removed from the Jedi Order.”

The clip stopped and went to a rainbow screen.

The Twi’lek giggled beside her, his green skin flushing a bit. “Wonder what else is in there?” hey shared a look.

The rainbow screen cut to a pair of fuzzy socks padding their way through a hall to a dimly lit kitchen. The sound of kitchen utensils echoed as the filmer peeked around the corner. A chrono displayed the time as 4:12 AM, the year set as 48 BBY. A younger Mace milled around the kitchen in a simple amethyst purple sweater and earbuds. His head bopped softly as me mixed whatever he was making in the bowl.

A young voice came from behind the camera. “Master… what are you doing?”

Mac looked up and removed an earbud. “Making chocolate pudding.”

The filmer now known as Depa Billaba made small noise. “It is four o clock in the morning, why on earth are you making chocolate pudding?”

Mace shrugged with a smirk. “Because I’ve lost control of my life.”

Depa snorted and the camera flipped to show a 16 year old Depa wearing a matching smirk.

A young Mon Calamari cooed and pointed to a drawing on the wall signed DB. “Aren’t they the cutest? He looks like such a proud dad.”

Another clip began playing, this time it was set during the afternoon, the sun shone through the council chambers windows. The camera panned to show the worried faces of each council member present. Only one seat was empty. A few council members were whispering to each other in concern, eyes constantly going to the doors or the seat. The doors creaked open to reveal Mace rubbing his eyes.

Adi rose a brow and chuckled a bit. “How long have you been asleep?”

Mace yawned and slumped in his seat. “I was awake for two hours on Tungsday”

Adi frowned. A couple muffled “Oh Shit’s” came from the other Jedi. “That doesn't answer my question... You know its Primeday, right?”

Mace’s reply was cut off.

“That’s…. very concerning.”

The Mon Calamari nodded. “Sounds like a mini coma to me.”

That didn’t exactly bode well for the Jedi if they only got rest from sleeping in coma’s.

The camera shook as the filmer seemed to adjust its setting before flipping up to show a med bay where injured clones were resting. Mace was pacing while Obi-Wan Kenobi sat cross-legged on a bed. “Look at me, okay? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I’m a wreck!”

Obi-Wan smirked a bit but rose an eyebrow.

Mace sighed. “I mean, sure I still look good, but that’s just genetics.”

The camera panned to where a clone in armour with purple paint sighed and shook his head like a friend watching their friend get back with their ex for the 50th time. “General please.”

Another Rodian snickered at the clone’s plight.

The camera cut to where Mace and Saesee were laying on their backs, Mace had his legs propped against the wall of the council chambers while Saesee had starfished beside him. “What did we learn, Master Tiin?”

Saesee grunted and shrugged. “I have no idea”

Mac sighed. “I don't fucking know either. I guess we learned notto do it again.”

Saesee nodded serenely. “Yep.”

Mace dragged his hands down his face. “I'm fucked if I know what we did.”

“Yes, it's hard to say.”

Mace blew out a breath. “Jesus Fucking Christ.”

The Rodian laughed as the clip cut itself off. “OH goodness, I thought Jedi weren’t allowed to feel emotion?”

The camera cut to a small group of Masters sitting in a room full of waterfalls and plants: children could be hear giggling in the distance. A small title in the upper corner of the screen read. The Room of A Thousand Fountains.

Eeth was sitting with his arms planted in the grass behind him. “Let’s play truth or dare.” Mace was laying in the grass beside him. He shrugged. “I’ll play.” Eeth grinned. “Truth or Dare?” Mace hummed. “Truth.” “When was the last time you slept?” Mace blinked. “Dare…” “I dare you to go to bed.” “I hate this game.” Suddenly a large cloak was thrown over Mace and one Plo Koon was there the next, a vehement “SLEEP” hissing out of his mask.

The clip stopped.

The Twi’lek blinked. “I-is that a regular occurrence in the temple?”

A dark room filed with a large holoscreen and multiple Jedi appeared after the previous one. Mace was staring at Anakin Skywalker. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “I'd like to offer you some friendly advice.”

Anakin frowned at him and shook his head. “I don't need your help.”

“Consider it unfriendly advice then, dipshit.”

The clip cut off.

The next video was of Mace walking out of the council chambers. “Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.”

“MACE NO-”

The clip stopped.

The Rodian stammered. “D-do they get therapy? Do they have time for therapy!?”

Hysterical laughter could be heard as the camera shook. “Mace when did you become such a comedian?” The camera moved to show Mace.

“I'm naturally funny because my life is a joke”

It suddenly cut to show Depa sneaking up behind Mace with a grin. She held up a finger to her lips before jumping to cover Mace’s eyes with her hands.

“Guess who!?”

Mace startled and reared back slightly. “It’s either my former Padawan or the cold, clammy hands of death.” The filmer snorted.

“It’s Depa!”

“Dammit.”

“He sounded genuinely disappointed then.”

The video was shorter with Mace sitting in The Halls Of Healing. “Master Windu you need better self-care habits.” A Twi’lek was admonishing.

“Self-care is drinking 20 cups of Caf and Lightsaber Dueling a Sith Lord.”

The Twi’leks sigh was longsuffering.

The Rodian blinked as the video ended, the next one already loading.

The Mon Calamari whistled. “The Jedi are…. Different to what I expected.”

The Rodian nodded.

“Yeah…”

#totallycorrectjediorderquotes #star wars #mace windu #obi-wan kenobi #commander ponds #vokara che #depa billaba #plo koon #yoda #shaak ti #agen kolar #adi gallia #kit fisto #anakin skywalker #saesee tiin

387 notes · View notes

crownandwriter · 3 years

Note

Okay, if 4 isn’t necessarily too many, could I please request headcanons for how Sucrose, Kazuha, Zhongli, and Beidou (my personal favorites ❤️) would treat or take care of their sick partner? Lately my migraines have been out of control, and I wish I had someone to baby me a little…

I can absolutely do that, I hope you feel better! Kazuha is one of my favorites too I'm always thrilled to write him ;;

Kazuha

-Outside of serious illness, Kazuha prefers to care for you himself. He doesn’t mind spending a day or two in one spot while you recover, but as you can imagine he’s a little hesitant to march up to the door of a local healer as an anonymous, ARMED foreign swordsman unless your ailment is entirely beyond him. Also--and he won’t admit this unless asked--he’s fond of the intimacy in caring for his loved ones. It’s very domestic and, being a wanderer, that’s a feeling he doesn't often gets to enjoy anymore.

-In his travels, Kazuha has collected knowledge on all manner of obscure home remedies. The effectiveness of them is rather hit-or-miss...but they’re all rather harmless, at the very least. He’s more than willing to go out of his way for ingredients, especially once you find which cures work best for you. If all else fails, he’ll stock up on medicine the next time you two make a trip into a village proper.

-He knows there’s not much he can do beyond providing medicine and comfort, so he doesn’t let himself fret about the camp all day like it does any good. The only exception being when you’re not holding down any food. Then he begins to worry a little more.

-Instead, he gives you your medicine and helps you get comfortable. Usually he waits until you ask, but this time he’ll take initiative and offer his lap to you as a pillow. And would love it very much if you accept. He’s content to spend the day lost in his musings while you rest, massaging your scalp slowly with one hand. If you don’t sleep well, you’ll catch his soft humming as you flicker in and out.

Sucrose

-It’s a 50/50 shot that Sucrose has extensive knowledge on your ailment…or none at all. If she does have knowledge about it, she’s definitely also developed some medicines for it, and is very quick to whip them up for you. They’re really quite effective, too, it’s a wonder you haven’t seen her remedies in market stalls yet.

-If she’s clueless, she’s going to run out and drag someone back who does. More than likely, it’ll be Barbara. The entire time you’re being treated, Sucrose is asking questions, closely observing, learning. It’s partially for selfish reasons, to sate her ever-present curiosity, but also partially so she’s prepared to care for you next time.

-Once you’re treated and comfortable, Sucrose is really going to want to go back to her research. You’re going to sleep now anyways, right? You could just call for her if you need something? But it’s easy enough to talk her into staying with you. She says it’ll just be until you fall asleep, but you lay your head on her shoulder and she’s not so sure she can follow through with leaving….

-She gives very good back rubs, for whatever reason. Her hands are petit and soft, and careful lab work over the years has made her motions very steady. It can knock you out pretty quickly, outside of the pain keeping you up. Regardless of if you do or don’t sleep, Sucrose passes out within fifteen minutes, guaranteed. Her sleep schedule is awful and she needs the rest too. She’s not there to dote on you as much as the others, but she’s extra cuddly in her sleep so that makes up for it, right?

Zhongli

-A master of many medicines, really. Who needs Bubu Pharmacy when you’re thousands of years old and basically taught humanity all the tricks? That said, the best medicines he knows are expensive, take forever to make, and/or taste absolutely disgusting. ...but they do work. And will probably knock you out cold to make recovery easier.

-He’s the textbook doter of these four; he’s very attentive and gentle, especially while you wait for the medicine to kick in. There’s constantly a glass of cool water by your side--remember to stay hydrated. You must be hungry--this soup is very nourishing. Is the light bothering you--I’ll close the curtains.

-He’d love to lay with you while you rest, but is concerned about agitating any aches you may have. If you ask to be held, though, he’s all over it. He gets all the aforementioned stuff set up, and then crawls into his probably massive bed with you, one arm as your pillow and the other at your hip, rubbing the skin there softly with a thumb.

-If your headache isn’t so bad that noises bother you, he’ll softly tell you one of his countless stories until you fall asleep--like, who wouldn’t want to doze off to that voice? He may or may not fall asleep with you, but either way Zhongli will be there when you wake up.

Beidou

-For this scenario, you’re more than likely staying aboard the Alcor, in which case...well, supplies are limited at the best of times when you’re out at sea. There is a healer on staff, and Beidou wouldn’t hesitate to ask them to do what they can for you. But what they can do is limited.

-More than likely, there won’t be much medicine available. And as the Captain of the ship, Beidou can’t abandon her post to spend all day below deck with you either. That said, she does her best! She gets you tucked in comfortably, and blots out the portholes to keep the light out. If the rocking of the ship bothers you, she’ll give you the pillow from her bunk and fluff it up nice to try and cradle your head.

-Every other hour or so, she makes her way back down and spends some time doting on you. Her care is a little more...rugged? Than you may be used to, but her natural sisterly manner still manages to shine in these moments. If you’re asleep when she comes in, she’s content to pat your hair for a while and watch you finally at peace from your earlier discomfort. If you’re awake, her firm hand will massage your neck and temple to try and ease the tension. She speaks softly in these moments--mushy, loving words aren’t usually her thing, but they come so naturally in these moments you suspect Kazuha is rubbing off on her.

-If she can’t make it down for a regular check-in, she sends another crew member to peek in on you and keep her updated. She worries more than she lets on.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact imagine #kazuha x reader #zhongli x reader #sucrose x reader #beidou x reader #crownwrites #fluff #comfort

275 notes · View notes

irrelevantwriter · 3 years

Text

Unspoken

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, vaginal fingering, public sex, car sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mild choking, mention of bodily fluids, shitty exes, petty Rio (yaaaass)

Word Count: 5.8K

Summary: Part 6. Feelings were shared. Where does that leave you and Rio? A dinner with your ex? A car in a dark parking lot?

A/N: The last part is here! Though as I said yesterday I am definitely not calling this the end. I have lots of ideas for Rio and I’ve thought about adding to this in the future as inspiration hits. I’ve also thought about developing a Rio x OFC fic and/or something for Beth x Rio. I’ve had a lot of fun writing and exploring his character so I’m nowhere near close to done. And I also need to shoutout the ladies from the discord for this part. They suggested it and I ran with it (as I do). So big thank you to @woahitslucyylu, @whatupitshuff, and @fvckthisbxtchup! You inspired this. Be proud of yourselves. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

*Read Part 1 here

*Read Part 2 here

*Read Part 3 here

*Read Part 4 here

*Read Part 5 here

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

*********************

He sighed, turning off the engine and checking his phone one last time for messages. The restaurant lot was full, patrons shuffling in and out of the newest establishment in downtown Detroit. It was in a historic building that had obviously recently been renovated, though efforts had been made to keep its old world charm. The restaurant was a place he’d yet to visit and this impromptu pop-up offered the perfect opportunity for him to do so.

Rio exited his vehicle into the cool air of the night. It wasn’t frigid, but it was enough for those outside to don a jacket. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he made his way to the entrance, noting the stylish fashions of most of the restaurant's occupants. He didn’t worry about the supposed dress code. Wearing black often gave him an air of sophistication, even with the tattoo splashed across his throat. It was a duality he’d mastered over the years. The tattoo kept him grounded to his roots. His nature. His business. The wardrobe kept him aligned with the civilian world. People would often eye his throat warily, suspicion clear in their gaze. But one look at the clean lines of his pressed shirt and somehow they’d come to the conclusion that he’d made a mistake as a young kid. Got involved in the wrong crowd. Hadn’t gotten around to getting the hideous atrocity on his neck removed. They believed what they wanted to believe.

Cowards.

He smiled at the passing elderly couple as he held the door open for them, their smiles making their eyes crinkle at the edges. They probably thought he worked there. He stepped through the threshold, taking in the dim lighting and soothing melody of jazz that filtered through the space. His eyes scanned the open area with practiced diligence until he found what he was looking for amongst the black booths that ran the length of the right wall. They were high and designed for privacy, but he could spot your face anywhere.

The hostess greeted him and he politely gestured to the booth you sat at, easing by the podium as she took a moment to trail her eyes along his body. He smirked at the blatant attempt at flirtation, not bothering to return the sentiment. Instead, he weaved through the aisles of tables as he made his way towards you.

Your brow was tensed, your lips pursed. The discomfort showed on your features, all the way down to your stiffened shoulders. He watched as you took a sip from your wine, nodding along to whatever the person across from you had said. When he came into view, your eyes widened, almost comically so. He grinned, finding your shock amusing. It was the exact reaction he was going for.

“Hey mama, sorry I’m late.” He announced as he made it to the table. He ignored the couple sitting with you and leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, feeling you sway into it despite your obvious surprise.

“Uh...h-hi.” You choked out, shifting over so that he could slip in next to you.

He shed his jacket as he sat down, pulling you close once he’d gotten comfortable. You let him maneuver you, still trying to understand why he was there. He could see the slight panic in your eyes, as if he were here for business purposes, crashing a dinner as a strategic move. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

His eyes finally met Paul’s, your ex, and then slid over to his fiancé’s at his left. They both looked just as stunned as you, except for the displeasure that radiated from Paul’s gaze and onto him. His fiancé, Erica, he thought her name was, looked intrigued; curious about his arrival.

“Sup, man…” Rio greeted, extending his hand for Paul to take. He let it hang in the air for a moment, eyes trying to remain unflinching against his. After only a second, the man broke eye contact. He reluctantly took Rio’s hand and shook it, his palm sweaty and warm.

“Who is this?” Erica questioned after she realized no one was going to introduce him.

“Oh, um...sorry. This is Rio.” You replied shakily, looking at him as if trying to convince yourself that he wasn’t a figment of your imagination.

He noticed your nervousness and rested his left hand on your bare knee, gently squeezing in silent reassurance. He felt you relax immediately, your body uncoiling beside his and once again seeking out his touch.

“Nice to meet you.” Rio smoothly directed to Erica, taking her offered hand. She smiled back in return, her lips painted a vivid pink. It was a harsh shade and one that made her look like she’d been playing dress-up. He knew from the comments you’d made to him that Erica was not the woman you’d caught Paul with during your marriage. It’d been someone different. Someone from his firm. But you’d quickly pieced together that there had been many throughout the years. All slightly younger and the exact opposite to you in appearance.

Rio let his eyes covertly take in the woman across from him. She wasn’t unattractive. But she also wasn’t someone he’d ever think about leaving you for.

“You’ve met Paul. And this is Erica.” You stated, hand gesturing to the uncomfortable-looking couple across the table.

Rio nodded in their direction, Paul’s stare still unmoving. He sat straight and rigidly, the arm that sat around Erica’s shoulders now taut and awkward looking. He found satisfaction in that. He let his own arm rest comfortably across your shoulders, his fingers dancing along your upper arm in soothing patterns. He felt you shiver in response.

“We didn’t know you were coming.” Erica said with a smile, giggling for whatever reason.

“Oh yeah, last minute change of plans.” He propped his chin into his hand and met your eyes, seeing the relief in them.

You’d told him about the dinner three nights ago when he’d been at your house. He was in your bed, lounging against the headboard after he’d fucked you on the stairs. And then once again on the dining table. You were checking your phone, mumbling curses to yourself when he’d asked you what was wrong. You’d complained about your ex and how he was now suggesting a dinner alone with you and his fiancé to “talk some things over”. The whole thing seemed innocuous enough to him, but you’d insisted Paul had an ulterior motive, which according to you, never meant anything good. You’d been worried ever since. Anxious about having dinner alone with them and dreading the reason he wanted to meet.

Rio had funneled the information out, not giving it much thought because your ex was none of his business. But something had struck him the night before when you’d called. He’d been going over some of his books, mind completely focused on numbers, when his phone rang. You were in the bathtub, voice tinged with ease and alcohol. Just wanted to hear your voice, you’d said. And for some unknown reason, that sliver of vulnerability made his chest feel tight. He hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

The newest development in your situation was slow-going. After that night in his car and the semi-proclamation of feelings, you’d both taken cues from the other, waiting for someone to speak up and declare...something. None of that had happened though. What had happened was amazing sex on the regular and sporadic outings to dine. He preferred not to call them dates because they really hadn’t been. They were usually moments right after a round of rigorous sex when neither of you had eaten. It was usually a decision agreed upon mutually and without fanfare. Just two people who were hungry and accompanying the other. The barest of human needs. Just like the sex. It was satiation.

But even he knew that there was an underlying current of unsaid words. Which is why your tipsy admission had startled him. For so long you’d both denied what was so obvious. It was practically a subconscious act now. And he realized, as long as he let you dictate the speed, you’d come to him. As long as he didn’t push or ask for more, you’d show up. And you had. So now, so was he.

“Something to drink?” The waiter asked, interrupting the tense moment.

“Vodka on the rocks, please.” Rio replied, the waiter nodding and disappearing into the fray.

“So, Rio…” Paul finally spoke up, clearing his throat as he straightened his tie. It seemed he’d found his voice. “I take it you don’t actually deal with home plumbing.” He said the sentence snidely and with a poignant glance in your direction. “So what is it that you do?” He finished, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.

He could feel you tense up beside him.

“I own a couple of businesses.”

“What kind of businesses?” Paul retorted, an eyebrow raised in doubt.

“The kind that do business.”

A moment of silence stretched out as Paul took in the nonanswer. Rio could see the wheels working in his head, see him weighing the pros and cons of arguing with him on the matter. The man opened his mouth, more than likely to continue to probe, but Erica beat him to the punch.

“How’d you guys meet?” She implored with an excited gleam, clearly hoping for a magical meet-cute moment that had never happened.

“Bar bathroom.” Rio said with a smug smile, enjoying the sputtered cough you expelled.

“He means outside of a bar bathroom. We sorta ran into each other.” You hastily lied, biting into your lip when his arm shifted off your shoulders and under the table, landing on your knee once again. He let his palm glide over the swatch of skin afforded to him by your dress, feeling your thighs clench together the higher he got.

“That’s adorable.” Eric chimed in, a genuine smile plastered on her pink lips. The same couldn’t be said for Paul, who looked as if he’d tasted something bitter.

Rio snickered because nothing about what either of you had been doing in the time since you’d met was adorable. It was the exact opposite. And he thrived off of it.

He turned his attention on you, hovering close to your ear, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh as he ignored the other diners at the table. “You good, mama?” He rasped, knowing what the action did to you.

Your eyes weren’t on him. They were shifting anxiously between Paul and Erica, concerned with the proximity of his lips and hand. Of course, they couldn’t see his arm disappearing beneath your dress, but they did notice the intimacy of the moment. Erica’s eyes looked on in admiration while Paul’s darted to anywhere but the two of you.

“Yeah.” You breathlessly replied, your own hand coming to rest on his. You squeezed and then set your gaze on his, reassuring him.

“You sure?”

His eyes flicked to your mouth, the flesh wet from both your lipstick and your tongue. He licked his own as he got lost in thoughts of tasting you.

You nodded, your eyes following the movements of his tongue, seemingly just as entranced as he was.

The moment was shattered with the waiter bringing Rio’s drink and taking food orders. It was for the better. He couldn’t very well fuck you on the table, though he’d save that fantasy for nights when he couldn’t have you.

Everyone kept the conversion polite and vague, choosing to stay away from certain topics. It was rigid and uncomfortable for everyone involved, unsurprisingly so. The subject transitioned to the kids, upcoming events and appointments being the main points. The food arrived and Rio busied himself with eating an exquisite dinner. The food was delicious and he had a fleeting thought about investing into something like this. He owned the bar and had arrangements with other small businesses, but he’d been hesitant to enter the restaurant realm. It was tricky. There were always new places offering something no other eatery could. He’d have to get with the owner, Joel Pinet. Rio knew him from around the neighborhood. His own bar was only a couple of blocks away and he’d met Joel on more than one occasion, the man a regular in his establishment.

“What’d you mean you won’t be here this summer?”

Your question brought him back to the moment, the irritation in your voice making him alert. His dark eyes settled on Paul as he twirled his fork in his pasta. The action annoyed Rio.

“Erica and I are going to Europe over the summer.”

“He promised to take me.” She chimed in, giddy and blissfully unaware of the anger mounting between the exes.

Your narrowed gaze bounced between the two, your irritation palpable. You were stiff as your spine straightened against the booth. “What about the kids? The summer is when they have time with you. They look forward to it.”

Paul raised his hand in a placating gesture and Rio noticed how your lips pinched together in response, as if physically restraining yourself from saying something. You were a better person than he was. The man across from him was barely that, and barely one that deserved your attention, much less the wasted love of a ruined marriage.

“I’ll make it up to them. But we’ve had this trip planned for months.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me that?”

“Because I knew how you’d react.”

“Yeah, because the summer is your time, Paul.”

Paul sighed, as if frustrated with your reasonable argument. “So we’ll switch. You’ve had to have my help with alternating weekends when stuff comes up.”

“For work. Not a trip to fucking Europe.” You seethed, voice low but spewing with venom.

Rio only looked on, silently admiring your ability to not beat the guy’s ass. He deserved it. He was a piece of shit husband and an even bigger piece of shit father.

“The kids will be fine. We’ll be gone for a few weeks and then they can come stay with us for the remainder of the summer.” He brushed off your concerns, seeing no real issue with forgoing time with his children to peruse foreign streets.

Rio scoffed at the boldness. The action didn’t go unnoticed.

“Something to say?” Paul directed at him, his chest posturing in a show of male dominance.

Rio laughed lowly, amused by the man’s antics. How you’d ever ended up with someone like that was a mystery to him. After seeing your determination, your fire, Rio had been enthralled. He’d recognized something raw inside of you. Something that matched him. Outwardly, you appeared to be opposites. Strangers from two different worlds. But inside you were more alike than either of you really understood. There was something waiting to be uncaged within you. Waiting for a reason to be unleashed. He was going to get you there. Because you deserved to see your potential, even if the bitch of a man across from you didn’t.

“Nah man...you clearly got the situation under control.” Rio taunted, the sarcasm dripping from his words. He clenched his jaw and swallowed, two sets of eyes watching the bird at his throat move. It was his own alpha display. His own performance of just who king dick was. And it wasn’t your ex.

When it was clear that Paul wasn’t going to rise to the occasion, Rio drained the last of his drink and turned to face you. He lowered his lips to your ear and spoke so only you could hear.

“You ready to go, darlin’?”

“Yeah.” You said with a sharp nod of your head, chin held high in reproach towards the man opposite you.

Rio stood, grabbing his jacket and helping you slide out of your seat. His eyes never wavered from Paul’s as he did. You smoothed out your dress, clutching your purse and not bothering to acknowledge the couple at all. He dug into his pocket for his wallet and made a show of grabbing a few crisp hundred dollar bills. He pulled out two and threw them on the table.

“Dinner’s on me. Keep the change, yeah?” He offered with a smirk, letting his hand come to rest on your lower back. He led you away, keeping his touch secured to you as you stepped into the night.

You released a sigh immediately and then inhaled, eyes closing as if centering yourself. He watched you closely, wondering if he’d see tears in your eyes when you opened them. Instead, he saw amusement. A laugh erupted from your throat, your chest shaking as the volume grew with each passing second. He only watched, entertained by the sound. For the first time that evening, he let his eyes trail along your body. Your dress was black and velvet, hitting just below the knee. There was a small slit up the side, exposing the smooth flesh of your thigh. A tie was cinched around your waist, accentuating your figure, while short sleeves helped stave off the chill in the air. The entirety of you was elegant...captivating, and far too striking to be meeting up with your ex-husband for dinner.

Your laughter died down when you noticed his gaze. You stepped towards him, holding your purse in front of you so that your cleavage pulled his focus. He licked his lips and waited as you crowded his space, your perfume swirling into a fog around him. He studied your face, noting the tiny details he often overlooked. You were beautiful, a fact that never went unnoticed by him, but sometimes he forgot just how much. And he wondered if you’d always been this attractive or if it was just the blinding haze of attraction that made him think so. Either way, he didn’t really care. It didn’t change how much he ached to fuck you.

“How’d you know where I’d be?”

“I got my ways.” He offered, taking in the way your lashes fluttered at him. It was a familiar tell. One he’d come to associate with you flat on your back and gazing up at him, usually with his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

“Thank you.” You whispered, sobering for a second so that he could read the honesty across your features. There was that vulnerability again. And his chest tightened just as it had the previous night.

“No problem.”

You took a step back and waited as he began to follow you to your car. You’d parked along the side of the building and he noted how full the lot still was. You halted once you noticed his SUV next to your car, stopping at the bumper and turning to face him.

“Your car?” You asked, nodding in the direction of the black G Wagon.

He wordlessly nodded, once again using the moment to appreciate the way your dress hugged your frame. He appraised your black heels and the deep red polish that adorned your toes, remembering that last time he’d seen you they’d been a light pink. He waited and watched as you walked to the passenger side of his car, fitting yourself in the space between the two vehicles.

“How tinted are your windows?” You asked, the innocence in your words making him suspicious. “Like no one can see in kind of tinted?”

You stared at him as you waited for his reply, biting your bottom lip in a way that could only be described as seductive.

“Yeah, why?”

You grinned, pleased with his answer. His face remained expressionless as you looked around the lot, the area void of other people. You slowly reached under your dress, careful not to expose yourself. Your hands disappeared under the skirt and then reappeared a second later, a scrap of dark green lace trailing down your legs. Your gaze stayed on him as you stepped out of the underwear and dangled them on your fingers, a proud grin making its way onto your lips. You flung the panties in his direction and he caught them against his chest.

“Open the door.” You softly demanded, gesturing to the rear passenger seat.

Rio let your words hang in the air, taking satisfaction in seeing you begin to squirm. There was doubt in your eyes, like perhaps he’d turn you down. You hadn’t caught on to the fact that he could do no such thing.

He took mercy on you, figuring you’d had enough unease for the night and found the key in his jacket pocket, hitting the button. The lights of the car flashed as the vehicle unlocked itself. You sent him a playful smile as you got in without another word, the door closing behind you with a resounding echo. He chuckled and shook his head, biting his lip as he pocketed your panties and walked to the other side of the vehicle. He got in, sliding in next to you and discarding his jacket along the way. He seated himself in the middle and you immediately straddled his lap. His hands found their way under your dress, skimming the soft planes of your thighs.

“So that’s what it takes, huh?” He whispered against your lips, leaning into your touch that ran along the back of his neck.

“What?”

“Me being a dick to your ex. That’s what it takes.” He supplied, hands gliding further under your dress until they began massaging your ass. You moaned at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut as you ground down onto his crotch.

“Takes a little more than that.” You insisted, your hips rocking against his in a sensual rhythm.

“Let me see.” He gruffly commanded, chin angling to the hem of your dress that was bunched around your thighs.

You stilled your hips and did as he requested, lifting the fabric and exposing your bare slit to his hungry eyes. He could see the evidence of your arousal, even in the dark. Your pussy glistened in the muted light of the night, swollen and needy for him like aloe to a scathing burn. He reached forward and ran his index finger along your opening, making you jump at the contact. He instantly became drenched in you, the clear stickiness coating his finger. Your hips searched for a firmer hand, wordlessly begging him to slip past your lips.

“You seem plenty wet for me already, ma.” He taunted, letting his finger press against your clit. You gasped and bit your lip, nails digging into the tops of his shoulders.

“Rio...please,” You pleaded, chasing his touch every time it disappeared from your body.

His dick twitched at the sound of his name falling from your parted lips. It was something you’d only recently started doing, using his name in bed. He was addicted to the sound of it. You always said it with desperation and longing, usually while clinging to him in trembling pleasure.

“What do you need?”

You gripped his wrist and directed his finger into your waiting walls in response. He was overcome with heat and slick immediately. You both released moans that signaled just what it did to you to be so intimately joined.

“That what you need, baby?” He added another finger while his thumb continued to massage your clit. He could feel you clench around him, nipping at your chin as your moans turned to whimpers.

“More.”

“Let me see all of you.” He ordered, his free hand pulling at the neckline of your dress.

You dutifully obeyed, pulling your arms out of the garment and slipping it down to rest around your waist. The same shade of green that had adorned your lower half also encased your breasts, the lace affording him glimpses of your hardened nipples. He curled his fingers inside of you in reciprocation, reaching up to mouth at your neck. Your hands held him to you, running along his scalp and sending bolts of electricity straight to his dick. He shifted his hips in search of friction, feeling the warmth from between your thighs calling to him.

“Feel good?”

“Yes…” You breathed, unclasping your bra and hurriedly pulling the lace away. He followed your lead and trailed wet kisses across your flesh, his tongue reaching out to taste you. You pushed your chest into him in return.

“You can take more, right mama?” He urged, not bothering to wait for your answer. He added another finger, his movements speeding up as he reached that sweet spot deep within.

“Fuck, fuck…” You cursed, riding his fingers while he sucked at your nipple.

He worked your body like a fine-tuned car, hitting each switch with expert precision. He could read your face, gauge the tension in your limbs the further he brought you to the edge. His guilty pleasure was watching you cum, watching you uninhibited and practically blessing his very existence. He knew if he flicked his wrist more to the left and pressed down on your clit at the same time that you’d call out his name. He knew if he bit down on your breast he’d be rewarded with your pussy fluttering around him. He knew if he told you how good you looked, how good you felt, you’d cum...and hard.

“You look so good like this. Like you belong to me.” He praised. You gasped, throwing your head back, and he knew you were close. “Who gets you like this? Who makes you feel this good?”

“You do.”

“That’s right. No one else.” He affirmed, thrusting his fingers as rapidly as he could at that angle. The muscles in your thighs twitched as you came, tightening around his fingers in a way that made him long for it to be his dick instead. He let you ride out the ecstasy, your body rocking into the stiffness pressed along his zipper. Your head was thrown back, your mouth agape as a litany of cries and moans filtered through the air. He could make out the rasp of his name amongst the sounds. He could feel the surge of moisture as it slid down his hand. You were enraptured; a victim to his touch.

He waited until your body had stilled, the aftershocks having long passed, before he slipped from your clutches. He caught your hooded gaze and slowly took his slickened fingers into his mouth, your essence exploding onto his tongue. He savored you, taking in the way your chest expanded with each breath. Your fingers curled into his shirt and dragged along his chest, your hips dropping down to grind into him. He barely had enough time to remove his fingers before you were pulling his lips to yours. Your tongue coaxed his into your mouth and he could taste the remnants of the wine you’d drank. The alcohol mixed with you, creating an erotic elixir, one that had him intoxicated. He hissed against your lips, bucking his hips when you unzipped his pants and licked your palm in a show of lustful desire.

“I need you. Inside.” You panted between kisses, situating your pussy over him as you stroked his throbbing flesh.

Rio slid his hand up between your breasts and grasped your neck, feeling your pulse jump. He tilted your chin towards him and ensured your eyes were nowhere else but on him.

“Put me in. Go slow.” He squeezed his fingers around your throat as you moved, angling the head of his cock along your folds. You released a shaky breath as you eased him into you, gaze not wavering. He rested against the seat as he took in the view, licking his lips. He tsked and maneuvered your chin back in position when your eyes began to close, the fullness of him stretching you tight.

“Keep going, mama. All of it.”

You held his forearm, the one still attached to your neck, as you bottomed out, your ass finally meeting his thighs. Your pussy sucked him, walls gripping him with an unforgiving strength. You both remained still, relishing the myriad of sensations that assaulted your restless bodies.

“Touch yourself.”

You worked your hands over his arm, cupping your breasts at his request. Your movements mirrored his, matching the force and pressure of how he usually touched you. He was transfixed by you. Utterly lost in the way your body begged for him and still wanted more. He respected your greediness. Could understand the need for more once a craving had been satisfied. It was the business he was in. He was an expert on the matter. And he’d deliver for you.

His left hand dug into the flesh of your ass in a show of impatience. You caught on and started to move, leaning down to nibble at his throat. Your pace was languid, almost lazy as you swiveled your hips. Each down thrust had you rubbing your clit along his pelvic bone, triggering your pussy to spasm.

“Rio...”

There was a warning in your tone. He could hear it clearly as you bounced on his cock, the plea almost drowned out by the slapping of bodies.

“Shit, already?” He asked, somewhat surprised at the rate at which your body was responding to him. He let both of his hands fall to your ass, directing you forward so that he could thrust. You whimpered into his ear as his hips pushed up and into you, hitting deep. You clamped down around him, making him squeeze his eyes shut.

“Right there. Don’t stop.” You gasped, face buried into his neck as he slapped your ass. The hit made you convulse. So he did it again.

The closing in of your walls made him double his efforts. He secured his arm around your waist and held you steady. He kept your pussy at his desired angle as he fucked you, hearing that hitch in your breath that let him know you were on the cusp of orgasm.

“M’gonna cum.” You slurred, primal lust making the words run together. His dick swelled inside of you, his balls tightening with every desperate breath you expelled. He could feel that familiar tingle at the base of his spine start to expand, signaling to him what was coming next. He worked his hand between your bodies, gathering moisture and ravaging your clit. You jerked in surprise, yelping when his touch didn’t retreat or ease up.

“Too much.”

“Nah, you take it, ma. You take it and you cum for me.” Rio provoked, forcing you to abide by his commands.

Seconds later you were doing as he said once again, cumming on his cock with a force that made him grit his teeth. Your body shuddered as barely intelligible words floated from your lips. You nuzzled further into him while he continued to chase his own release. He dug his fingers into your hips and thrust, the rapid speed making the car sway. He could already tell the windows were fogged up, the stench of sex permeating the air. You were boneless as you sat astride him, your soft moans of residual pleasure going straight to his dick, luring him off the edge.

“Fuck,” He growled, feeling the eletric shocks of climax start to claim him. He closed his eyes and buried his face into the crook of your neck, teeth biting down into the otherwise unblemished skin. He held you firm as he emptied his cum and filled you, rivulets already beginning to spill from your connected bodies. His chest moved with the rapid beats of his heart as the entire moment culminated into a drug-level euphoria.

Minutes ticked by as you both struggled to catch your breath and calm your racing hearts. Rio felt you ghost a kiss along his jaw; a low, satisfied laugh making him smirk.

“You think anyone heard us?” You asked, beginning to shift in his arms.

Beyond the fogged windows, the lot was still without people. But who knew who’d walked by in the meantime. The SUV wasn’t necessarily equipped to withhold sound, though it could cause a bullet to ricochet.

“Probably.” He let you sit up, eyes falling to your still naked chest. You both seemed to have an affinity for fucking in public spaces.

You eased forward to kiss him, the action much more intimate than it’d been moments ago. Your fingers trailed along his jaw and combed through his facial hair, a gesture he secretly loved. His own hands skimmed your back, eliciting shivers that radiated down your body.

“I didn’t ask you to do this.” You whispered once you’d pulled away, eyes imploring him to understand what you meant.

He did. He knew what this kind of gesture meant. He’d been truthful in confessing his want for you. It was a selfish need. Something that grew because you’d continuously denied him. And then it’d shattered before it’d even had a chance to become anything. And during that time he’d admitted to himself that he was willing to compromise. To follow your rules. And as a boss who ran his own shit by his own decree, it was difficult to come to terms with. But he’d done it. Why? Because something told him it’d be worth it. Whether for the great sex or the companionship.

Time would tell.

He ran his finger along your cheek, observing the way you fell into the touch. “You didn’t have to.” He assured you, meaning every word.

“Thank you.”

“You already thanked me, darlin’.”

“Well, thank you again.” You smiled, pressing your chest to his.

“Call it even.” He joked, gesturing to the state of your bodies still twisted around each other.

“Let’s get some pizza.” You suggested suddenly, pulling the sleeves of your dress back up, sans bra.

He laughed at both your words and the fact that you were getting dressed with his dick still sheathed inside you. “You hungry?”

“I didn’t get to finish my dinner.” You reminded him, retying the tassel around your waist. His hands sluggishly skimmed your thighs, stopping to squeeze whenever you suddenly straightened. “Oh, what about that food truck you took me to last week? The one with the fried mac and cheese?”

Rio took in your enthusiasm, finding it endearing. He didn’t have to use words to figure out where your head was at in all this. It was written on your face. In your voice. Beaming from your eyes and seeping from your pores. And like so many other things between you, it would go unsaid. For now. Because that’s just how it was. And maybe it was fucked up. But it didn’t invalidate any of the chemistry between you. Words just...weren’t needed. And that was sort of how it had always been.

“I got you.” He assured, patting your ass as he did. You beamed at him, not knowing that his words ran much deeper than a meal.

Rio Tags:

@tomhardydallasstarsgirl

@thebookisbtr

@beardburnsupersoldiers

@nina-nkl

@gemini0410

#rio #rio good girls #good girls rio #rio x reader #rio x you #rio imagine #rio fanfiction #rio fanfic #nbc good girls #good girls nbc

1K notes · View notes

treesnutsandleaveswrites · 3 years

Text

Night on the Town

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Reader (Polyam)

Summary: After the mission, you all head to Coruscant to the Clone bar 79’s; part 4 to my bad batch polyam series

Warning: discussion about sex, flirting, jealousy

Word Count: 2185

A/N: Made a masterlist for my works, it's pinned on my profile

pt iii, pt v

XXXXXXX

You sat in the cockpit, reviewing the recent data you got from the mission. It was nice and quiet on the ship as you made your way back to Kamino.

“Ugh! Are there any upcoming missions?!” Wrecker groaned as he walked into the cockpit.

“Not that I’ve been notified of.” You explained. “Great! Let’s go to 79’s!”

You looked at the boys with a confused look, “79’s?”

Tech sighed, “It’s a bar on Coruscant where most of the Clone Troopers go to cool down after missions.”

“That sounds fun. We should go. Especially after this mission.” You suggested.

They all looked at each other before nodding and dispersing to other parts of the ship.

Hunter took your hand gently and led you out of the cockpit. He sat down in the main section of the ship and looked down at his hands. Wrecker settled in one of the bunks, immediately knocking out, and Crosshair was in his compartment. You looked at Hunter and sat next to him, grabbing his hands gently.

“What is it?” You whispered, so no to overstimulate his senses. He turned to you and reached to cup your face before taking a moment to look into your eyes. Worry started to pool in the pit of your stomach which Hunter could sense, so he shook his head.

“I’m alright, cyar’ika. Really…”

It was nowhere near convincing, so you moved closer and placed your lips against his. It must have felt extremely relieving to him because he sighed into your lips and pulled you onto his lap. His lips then started to trail away from yours and found the skin of your neck. Even if you have been with the batch for nearly a year now, you were still in the early stages of your relationship with all of them. The subject of intimacy and sex life never really came up due to the interruption of work. You didn’t want to stop him, but knew you couldn’t continue. You grabbed his shoulders gently before pushing him back against the back of the seat and looking at him. He was panting softly and holding your hips.

“Sorry…” He whispered.

You didn’t know what to say while caressing the tattooed side of his face. Multiple thoughts started to reel through your mind which you wanted to relay to him. You looked towards the direction of the cockpit and called out.

“Tech! How long until we’re in Coruscant’s star system?”

“An hour, maybe more! I don’t want to waste the fuel on a lightspeed jump!”

You nodded and stood, holding out your hand. Hunter took it and you pulled him into the cockpit.

“Wait here…”

You rushed out of the cockpit and stood next to Wrecker’s bunk. He always took the top bunk, so you stepped on the bottom one and held yourself up with his own.

“Wreck… darling?”

He grunted before opening his eyes, “Yes, ad'ika?”

“Can we talk in the cockpit? Wait for me there, okay?”

He grunted in response and got down when you moved from his space, going up the ladder of the shooter’s chair. You found Crosshair leaning against the wall and examining one of his blasters.

“Cross…” You whispered, which caused him to turn his head to you, “Can… can you come join us in the cockpit? I want to talk about something.”

He gave you a short nod before you moved back to the cockpit with him behind you. The other boys were talking amongst themselves, obviously confused with why you wanted to gather them together. You entered and Crosshair leaned against the wall next to the threshold. Tech offered you a seat at the front of the cockpit and the rest of them averted their attention to you. You looked down at your hands, feeling the tension grow stronger.

“I… I wanted to talk about us.”

“How so, mesh’la?”

You started to get flustered and tried not to choke on your words, “I-I know we have been together for almost a year and I wanted to talk about… um…” You felt your face start to heat up more, “Dank farrik.” You cussed quietly, causing the boys to chuckle.

“It’s alright, ad'ika. Take your time.”

You nodded and hummed, “Umm, I wanted to talk about… becoming intimate?”

The boys looked at each other, shocked by the words that just left your lips. This caused you to sigh and turn away.

“Sorry, sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything-”

“No, no, mesh’la. It’s alright.” Hunter took hold of your shoulders and crouched to meet your eyes, “We’ve… we’ve actually talked about this also.”

“You have?”

“Yes, but we were unsure how to approach you about this.” Tech admitted.

“Oh…” You sat back as Hunter stood up and looked at the others.

“We didn’t know if you preferred to talk about it individually, or if you wanted to talk as a group, but now we’re here.”

You nodded and cleared your throat, “Do… do you want me all at once or-”

“We don’t want to pressure you, ad’ika. If you want to start with us individually, you can.”

“Have you… have you done this before?”

“Well… we’ve had our share of lovers but never have shared one before you.”

You nodded, “Okay.”

“And we have been in group things with one or two brothers before, but not all of us together.”

“Ah.” You whispered, feeling smaller than before.

“And what about you, cyare?” Echo chimed, “Have you been with anyone?”

You blushed and looked down at your hands, fiddling with them nervously. It took each of them a moment before realizing what you were implying. No one really knew what to say, but then Wrecker spoke up.

“We don’t want to pressure you to choose who you’d like to... do it with first. And we’ll try not to be upset with who you choose.” Wrecker said as gently as he could. The other boys nodded and looked at you as your eyes scanned the room. Crosshair was still leaning against the wall, no change in facial or words coming from his lips. However, when you looked at him, his eyes quickly looked away. This must have meant he had something on his mind, but you weren’t going to make him tell you at the moment. You stood and looked at your lovers.

“Thank you so much for being so understanding.”

“Of course, mesh’la.”

Everyone dispersed and went back to whatever they were doing. You placed yourself in front of one of the ship’s computers and decided to look some things up. Some time passed and your eyes started to hurt from the brightness of the display. You then got up, decided to stretch your legs, and stepped on the seats to get something from the small storage compartment. As you were stepping down, a pair of hands grabbed your waist to help you. You turned once you were back on the floor and saw Crosshair. The both of you looked deeply into each other's eyes, not speaking; however, you knew he had some things to say. You gestured to the seats next to you which caused him to nod and sit with you.

“What… what do you think? Y’know, of what we discussed?”

He took a moment before speaking lowly, “I agree with the others. We won’t pressure you into choosing who you’d like to be intimate with first,” He hesitated before continuing, “I… I have had thoughts about you. About us…”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded before smiling, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to figure things out together. Luckily, we have some time off. Maybe something will happen on Coruscant…” He looked at you for a second before nodding. You kissed the corner of his lips gently then let him walk off to his compartment.

The Havoc Marauder landed in Coruscant at one of the local hangars. You held Wrecker’s hand as all of you walked out of the hangar and looked over Coruscant.

“Let’s get a car and head to 79’s.” Hunter suggested, heading to another part of the hangar. There was a small garage that let people rent out speeder bikes and other vehicles of transportation. A skiff was rented since you were a big group, and you all headed to 79’s.

You walked into the bar and looked around, seeing many clone troopers and some other different customers. Tech took your hand before leading you to a booth big enough to seat the six of you. Even if the place was mainly full of clones, it was a fairly new atmosphere for you. People were yelling, laughing, and even singing: though it wasn’t any good. It was entirely different from when the clones would spend their free time on Kamino, which was mostly for training or eating in the mess hall.

Tech stood and looked at the lot of you, “I’m going to get us a round of drinks. Your usuals, brothers?”

They nodded and then he looked to you, “Anything for you, darling?”

“Um… something not too strong, please.”

Once he went to the bar, the others sat quietly. You looked around, and recognized most of the other clones. Even if they had the same face, you can tell them apart individually from certain physical marks and mannerisms. Someone called your name from across the bar so you turned. It was Noco with a few others from his squadron. The boys groaned while rolling their eyes, which made you laugh gently before greeting him as he walked over to your table.

“I didn’t know you came here!” He grinned.

“First time. Do you come here often?”

“Of course. I’m always near the temple in case any of the jedi masters need help.”

That was one thing Noco seemed to always talk about. The Jedi. You didn’t blame his enthusiasm, but it was starting to get tedious.

“That sounds amazing, Noco. I-” You stopped when you looked over to the bar to see Tech being fondled over by some random woman, “I… just want to relax with my squadron for now. It was nice seeing you and I hope we can catch up on Kamino when we aren’t drinking.”

Noco laughed, “Of course!” He then walked back to his friends and they ordered a round of drinks. Your eyes then immediately averted back to Tech. The woman had her hands nearly everywhere and you could feel yourself start to burn a hole into her with your eyes.

“Mesh’la? What’s wrong?” Echo looked over to where you were looking, realizing why you were so distracted. He smirked and nudged Hunter. He also looked before patting Crosshair’s shoulder to relay the situation at hand. Wrecker had been busy ordering some food for you all at the other side of the bar. As you were still looking at the woman and Tech, Hunter spoke.

“Tech! Why don’t you bring your friend over!”

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at Hunter, who sat back and shrugged, but a sly smile formed on his lips. Tech walked over with the tray of drinks and the woman by his side.

“Friends, this is Ky’ari. She lives around these parts.”

The boys shook hands with her while introducing themselves. Tech took a seat next to Crosshair and she leaned over his shoulder. You clenched your hand closed which caused your knuckles to turn almost white. Crosshair saw this and a small smirk reached his mouth.

“This is our communications officer: Lodestar.” He introduced.

“Lodestar, what a funny name.” Ky’ari smiled,

“It’s a nickname.” You managed to get out. The heat in your chest and throat started to rise and you wanted to spit venom at this woman.

“What’s an officer like you hanging around here for?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” You downed your drink, “You’re such a pretty woman, should be all over those holoboards outside.”

“I like the company.”

“Well there’s plenty of that here. And lucky you, they look the same so you don’t have to learn their names.” You shrugged, leaning back and looking at the boys, “Almost all of them have the same body and stamina anyways.”

It was Crosshair and Hunter’s turn to have sour faces due to being compared to all the regs in the bar. Wrecker made his way back with a tray full of food and laughed.

“Sorry about that! Couldn’t find my credit holder!”

The woman’s eyes lit up seeing Wrecker, but an idea popped up in your head.

“Here, Wreck, let me give you some more room. May I?” You gestured to his lap and he grinned before nodding.

You moved and gently hummed, “Well, let’s all try to have a nice night and relax.” You picked up a piece of food and popped it into your mouth.

Wrecker was enjoying the food also while the other boys looked at you. Each one of them had a hint of jealousy behind their eyes. It wasn’t long before the woman was distracted by a different clone and left all of you alone. You knew you were going to be in for a long night.

XXXXXXX

Another reminder that requests are open! You find the link to the guidelines on my Masterlist post!

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #bad batch #treesnutsandleaves writes #hunter #crosshair #mohawk tech #echo #wrecker #tbb polyam series

222 notes · View notes

tillidontneedfantasy · 3 years

Text

A Track-by-Track Breakdown of Taylor Swift’s 9th Studio Album: ‘evermore’

“My collaborators and I are proud to announce that my 9th studio album and folklore’s sister record is here. It’s called evermore,” is how Taylor Swift introduces us to this album in its foreword. One might assume a “sister record” would entail b-sides, or tracks that didn’t quite make the cut for folklore, despite Taylor’s explanation that “we just couldn’t stop writing songs.” evermore’s release came at a strange time, upon the heels of the Folklore: Long Pond Studio Sessions film on Disney+, as well as 5 Grammy nominations for folklore. The world still captivated by folklore, it’s understandable why one might not consume evermore as critically. Even as a die-hard fan, I felt some whiplash by this announcement; I am still processing folklore! Hell, I’m still processing reputation!

If this was the Taylor from two years ago, this may have been a big enough fear of hers to hold off on releasing evermore. But as she explained upon folklore’s surprise release, life is too unpredictable now, and there are zero givens or guarantees. So she followed the same path this time (although making sure it fell in line with her birthday weekend). But it’s not just the strategic timing of the release that she’s thrown out the window for now, but also her mindset whilst making records. As she explains in the evermore album foreword,

“I’ve never done this before. In the past I’ve always treated albums as one-off eras and moved onto planning the next one as soon as an album was released. There was something different with folklore. In making it, I felt less like I was departing and more like I was returning. I loved the escapism I found in these imaginary/not imaginary tales. I loved the ways you welcomed the dreamscapes and tragedies and epic tales of love lost and found. So I just kept writing them.”

This is a revelation for Swift, to let the music lead her into artistic freedom, which is what makes evermore such a triumphant return. Truly folklore’s sister record, Taylor wrote evermore with the same creative team: Aaron Dessner of The National (Swift’s favorite band), long-time pal and collaborator Jack Antonoff, Justin Vernon of Bon Iver, and William Bowery aka Swift’s boyfriend, Joe Alwyn (as officially revealed in the Long Pond Studio Sessions). Additionally, former 1989 tour openers and close friends of Taylor, the HAIM sisters, join the crew, along with Marcus Mumford for some dreamy backup vocals.

The production is just as wistful and mesmerizing as it was on folklore, yet the storytelling on evermore is kicked up a notch, expanding on the topics and worldbuilding established in its sister record, with even sharper lyrics and an effective and elaborate use of alliteration. The best thing about Taylor is that no matter what she does, her masterful lyricism is always at the heart of her art, and somehow, she keeps getting better. Once again, I wanted to explore the rich stories she’s crafted in this woodsy universe. This is how I’ve interpreted the album, but I hope you find your own meaning in the songs as well.

1. willow It is fitting that the opening track to folklore’s sister album, where we wade further into the forest that is Taylor Swift’s imagination and storytelling, would center on the type of tree that is a symbol of hope, belonging, safety, stability, and healing. “willow,” one of the few more obviously autobiographical tracks on the album, is a hymn of gratitude for her man (as she wants you to know, yes, thirteen times), Joe Alwyn, and how the invisible string tethering them together pulled her to him in a time when everyone else was counting her out. Though not as present on many of the other songs later to come on this record, you can feel the lightness in her heart on this song as she embraces the way in which the willow has bent, wrecking her plans, throwing her into the water and leaving her happily lost and afloat in his current. The downward key modulation throughout the last two repetitions of the chorus is beautiful and very fitting for Swift vocally, but also sounds like the feeling of finding your comfort and settling into it, basking it in while you wait for the next place the wind pulls you. Best lyric: “Now this is an open/shut case / I guess I should’ve known from the look on your face / Every bait and switch was a work of art.”

2. champagne problems On the second track of the album, Taylor dives back into the fictional worldbuilding she began to explore on folklore. While on folklore high school relationships and dramatics took center-stage, evermore graduates from adolescence to young adulthood, not that it is any easier emotionally on the listener’s heart. “champagne problems” chronicles a rejected marriage proposal between two college sweethearts at their old dorm building. Taylor sings as the narrator, a reflective, self-deprecating young woman who jokes about belonging in a madhouse and dismisses all her turmoil as champagne problems. The term ‘champagne problems’ itself could have various meanings here: their trivial concerns, the fact that their “sister splashed out on the bottle” of champagne that they will not be using to celebrate as they had hoped, or perhaps it could even hint that excessive drinking is a piece of all the ways the narrator is “fucked in the head,” as they said. Although the person she is singing to is the one who got hurt in the story, the hurt in the narrator’s heart is just as palpable and relatable, because you only have yourself to blame when you self-destruct. Best lyric: “’She would’ve made such a lovely bride, / what a shame she’s fucked in the head,’ they said / but you’ll find the real thing instead / she’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred.”

3. gold rush On her YouTube live chat prior to the album’s release, Taylor explained that this song “takes place inside a single daydream where you get lost in thought for a minute and then snap out of it.” The daydream consists of a love story so pure that the town had never seen such a thing; it could only happen in a fantasy for the narrator. How could she possibly have the gall to call them out on their contrarian shit, or end up with her Eagles t-shirt hanging from their door, when they are so coveted by all, and when she cannot withstand the thought of even competing? She sings, “My mind turns your life into folklore / I can’t dare to dream about you anymore,” a sweet little connecting piece to this album’s older sister, effectively convincing herself out of the idea of jumping into the chaos of the gold rush because even inside her own imagination it’s too dangerous. Best lyric: “I don’t like that falling feels like flying ‘till the bone crush.”

4. ‘tis the damn season According to Aaron Dessner, Taylor had written the lyrics for “’tis the damn season” in the middle of the night amidst their Folklore: The Long Pond Studio Sessions recording after a long night of chatting and drinking with their co-conspirator, Jack Antonoff. The lyrics perfectly encapsulate the guttural ache the track evokes. It is a tale of two people who always find their way back to one another in their hometown, which acts as the ever-returning fork in the road. The path taken, back to L.A. in pursuit of her dreams, is the one she chose and continues to choose, but whenever she returns home, she takes a ride down the road not taken, just to get a taste of what could have been, even if just for the weekend. What starts off as an icy homecoming always transforms into the warmest intimacy. The success of this track is aligned with the success of Taylor’s entire career; even with such specific details, it feels so deeply personal to the listener. You know the street you’d drive along late at night laughing, the spot you’d park the car, the person who stars in every what-if. You will never really know if the road not taken is as good as it seems, but that might be ok; sometimes, the fantasy is better than the reality, anyway. Best lyric: “It’s the kind of cold / fogs up windshield glass, but I felt it when I passed you / There’s an ache in you / put there by the ache in me.”

5. tolerate it Inspired by the novel Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, “tolerate it” is an agonizing track from the perspective of a devoted wife who polishes plates and paints portraits and waits by the door for her husband with a battle hero’s welcome, who at best tolerates all her adoration. There are few things as painful as idolization being met with indifference, when you have all this love to give to someone who just leaves it there untouched. “tolerate it” captures that desperation for the approval you know will never arrive, but you sit and watch, waiting for it just in case you’re wrong, but you know you’re not. Best lyric: “I made you my temple, my mural, my sky / now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life / drawing hearts in the byline”

6. no body, no crime feat. HAIM “no body, no crime,” the one evermore song solo-written by Taylor, has the clearest plot from beginning to end. In the same vein as the female powerhouse country classic “Goodbye Earl” by The Chicks, Taylor is out for blood to avenge her friend, Este (named for one of the HAIM sisters). The story goes as such: Este’s husband kills her for calling him out on his infidelity, and then Taylor kills the husband and frames his mistress. The HAIM girls, who are long-time friends of Taylor’s and former touring mates, lend their vocals to reinforce the accusation on the husband and to provide Taylor’s alibi. “no body, no crime” is so far the closest we’ve gotten to a return to “country Taylor,” proving that she is still the master of a killer country tune (yes, pun intended, it had to be done I’m sorry). Best lyric: “Good thing Este’s sister’s gonna swear she was with me / (she was with me, dude) / Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy”

7. happiness Written a week before the album’s release, “happiness” is one of Swift’s strongest and most reflective breakup songs. Although she writes it as though it is recent, there’s a lot of power in knowing that she’s been happily in love for four years, and that she is even better now at doing the thing that has always been best at. She is finally “above the trees,” as she sings, and is able to see it all for what it is, but her character is still in the heat of it all, trying to navigate the stages of grief when a relationship ends. We see the narrator grapple with many of those stages throughout the song. Most striking is the anger displayed in the second verse when she sings: “I hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you / No, I didn’t mean that, / sorry, I can’t see facts through all of my fury.” That section is jarring and feels like one of the most honest moments in a Taylor song, the insanely difficult emotional balancing act when we are grieving a relationship. The devastation of loss can distort our perception, and a part of that is the difficulty of understanding how multiple seemingly opposing things can co-exist in our hearts, such as happiness because of someone and happiness after them. But when you leave it all behind and finally find your place above the trees, you can find happiness after someone and also look back and appreciate the happiness they once provided. Both of these things can be true. Best lyric: “Showed you all of my hiding spots / I was dancing when the music stopped.”

8. dorothea Taylor Swift has the uncanny ability to create such developed and well-rounded characters with such little information, which is what makes her storytelling so compelling. In “dorothea,” we learn much about the title character through the narrator’s eyes, and the relationship they once had. The lyric “skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes” alone tells an entire story in itself. “dorothea” is also the companion song to “’tis the damn season,” just from the other person’s perspective, which helps shine even more light on the story. The narrator of “dorothea” reveres her but wonders if she’s still the same soul in L.A. as she was back in their never-changing town. Whatever the answer, they’re still willing to support her no matter where she is, but she’s always welcome back in Tupelo by her hometown love’s side if she ever just wants to be herself rather than someone known for who they know. Besides, they’re the only soul who can tell which smiles she’s faking. And you can always return to the road not taken. Best lyric: “They all wanna be ya / but are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? / Well, I guess I’ll never know / and you’ll go on with the show.”

9. coney island feat. The National What really started the folklore / evermore journey was Taylor’s love for The National. Taylor has cited them as one of her favorite bands for many years, and as we know, this led to her beautiful new collaborative relationship with Aaron Dessner. So it would make sense for the track written with the intention of this duet to be so well executed; you can feel the love and care Taylor put into writing this song. In her press for these sister albums, she has spoken about trying to channel frontman Matt Berninger’s writing style. But what actually happened was she just produced her own signature lyricism at its sharpest. “We were like the mall before the internet, it was the one place to be / the mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams / sorry for not winning you an arcade ring over and over,” is a hall of famer Swift-ian lyric. “coney island” explores the confusion, hurt, and self-reflection when a passionate affair burns out fast because you did not prioritize that person. And to top it off, Swift and Berninger’s harmonies are achingly beautiful, transporting you right there in the story, on the bench, wondering, over and over. Best lyric: “Do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? / Will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?”

10. ivy Leave it to Taylor Swift to make a song about an affair sound so romantic, and so sympathetic to the narrator, that you’re rooting for adultery. “ivy” tells the tale of a woman in a lifeless marriage, likening her home with him to the tombstone that the widow in town visits each day. I like to think this is the same wife whose husband was out there building other worlds without her in “tolerate it,” because then that means she found someone who celebrates her love, who holds her pain for her, who blooms all over her; they started it, but she’s fighting for it all the way to the end, nonetheless. “ivy” showcases Swift’s gorgeous vocals and her sharp lyrics, with a melody so infectious it is bound to permanently plant its roots in your dreamland. Best lyric: “Oh, I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland / my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you.”

11. cowboy like me With the beautifully blended backing vocals of Marcus Mumford, “cowboy like me” is an entrancing love story of two con artists who lost at their own game and got conned into forever with each other. She’d gone from swindling old men for their money and fancy cars to falling victim to the danger of dancing with someone who only has eyes full of stars, and she knows she’ll pay for it. “cowboy like me” is one of the most romantic tracks on the record, proving that life never plays out quite as we plan. Best lyric: “Now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon / with your boots beneath my bed / Forever is the sweetest con.”

12. long story short One of the more pop-sounding tracks on evermore, “long story short” is pretty much a summary of the long story behind reputation (2017). The song is filled with various metaphors for her reputation crumbling around her, and then finally putting her defenses down to be with her lover, someone as “rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky.” It is a sweet ode to her boyfriend, and a gentle comfort to her past self that it will all work out. But it is also an oddly relatable example of how we shrug off our struggles and minimize them to just a “bad time,” when the time she is singing about was obviously something that deeply affected her (as will be further explored in the title track); but sometimes it actually feels good to just shrug it off as just a blip in your life, because at the end of the day, you survived, and that’s what counts- even if you’re not keeping score anymore. Best lyric: “Pushed from the precipice / clung to the nearest lips / long story short, it was the wrong guy. / Now I’m all about you.”

13. marjorie Whereas track 13 on folklore was a tribute to Swift’s paternal grandfather, evermore’s track 13 is a tribute to her maternal grandmother, Marjorie Finlay, who was an opera singer in the 50s, and passed away in 2003 when Taylor was 13 years old. “marjorie” is quite possibly the most touching track Taylor has ever written thus far in her career. Grief is one of the most difficult topics to tackle in a song; the genius of “marjorie” is that it is simple, yet not understated. Swift reflects on the profound lessons she learned from her grandmother, about the difficult balances of kindness and cleverness, and politeness and power. She curses herself for not cherishing the moments she had with her, for complaining rather than understanding in the moment how admirable her spirit was, for all the amber skies she’d love but will never see. The chorus, blunt and hard-hitting, reminds us that someone does not have to be living to be alive, to be all around, to be with us. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were singing to me now,” Taylor sings towards the end of the song, right before you hear a sample of Finlay’s opera singing in the background, a truly eye-swelling moment. It is clear that Finlay played a pivotal role in Swift’s own ambitions, as she sings, “all your closets of backlogged dreams, and how you left them all to me.” Marjorie knew she was leaving them in good hands. If you haven’t yet, check out the moving lyric video for the song, where you can see photos and video clips of Marjorie, both throughout her career and in her time with Taylor. Best lyric: “Never be so polite you forget your power, / never wield such power you forget to be polite.”

14. closure On the most experimental track musically on the record, Taylor writes off her need for closure from a relationship of some sort, whether it be romantic or platonic or business, all of which can cause hurt of equal intensity. The subject of the song is trying to make nice with Taylor, and she is just not having it, as it is not coming from a genuine place, but rather to ensure that their life remains picture perfect, or to clear their guilty conscience, or to preserve their own ego. This is a deeply relatable sentiment; as valuable as forgiveness can be, sometimes the person who hurt you just doesn’t deserve it, and all you can do is forgive yourself for blocking their number or shredding their letters. Best lyric: “I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life / staying friends would iron it out so nice.”

15. evermore feat. Bon Iver To close out the standard edition of the album, Taylor joins forces once again with Justin Vernon of Bon Iver, with whom she collaborated on the Grammy-nominated duet, “exile” for folklore. However, Swift leads most of the track this time, lamenting the difficult time she went through in 2016. The piano and Swift’s vocals are haunting, particularly when she describes this time in her life as “catching my death,” consumed by a pain that she feels will never end. If you’ve ever been depressed, you know what that feels like, and the dark places it leads you. Although she is singing about a time four years prior, it sounds so present, and it is heartbreaking to hear her in such a state. When Bon Iver comes in, the tempo of the song picks up, the piano riff becomes more erratic, like a winter storm hitting you in the face, and he voices all the anxieties of the cost of such a downfall. But through those anxieties, Taylor finds not a cure, but an anchor in love, and then the tempo slows back down. By the end of the song, Taylor has the foresight to understand that although it may not feel like it now, the pain she is experiencing is not permanent (a sentiment my therapist has been trying to instill in me for years). In her Apple Music interview with Zane Lowe, Taylor explained how the lyrics parallel the times we are in currently, and so it feels really special to have the album end with someone who knows how it feels to be imprisoned by your pain gently comfort us with the wisdom that “this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.” I hope one day soon, as we leave 2020 far behind, we can all truly believe her. Best lyric: “I was catching my breath / barefoot in the wildest winter catching my death.”

16. right where you left me (bonus track) The first bonus track on evermore, “right where you left me,” captures a moment so earth-crushing, a piece of you is trapped in it forever. In this song specifically, the narrator finds herself stuck in the same corner of a restaurant where she was told by someone she loved that they had met someone else. “Glass shattered on the white cloth, everybody moved on,” she sings in mourning. We have all experienced those moments that we could teleport back to if we just closed our eyes; the scenery, what you wore, the smell and taste of the season, the very point in your body where it felt like your insides were collapsing. Or that one particular person, who is long-gone from your life but seeing them is like time-travelling back to that person you once were, ready to pick up where you left off. But as much as you want to stay in that moment forever, just in case it changes in your favor, the cold reality is that the world stops for no one. Best lyric: “If our love died young, I can’t bear witness / And it’s been so long, but if you ever think you got it wrong / I’m right where you left me.”

17. it’s time to go (bonus track) “right where you left me” was Taylor’s cry for help to get out of restaurant, and “it’s time to go” is the answer to the call, as she sings in the first line, “when the dinner gets cold, and the chatter gets old / you ask for the tab.” This song is about gathering the strength to leave situations and relationships behind that no longer serve you. She grieves the betrayal of someone she thought to be a twin from her dreams (almost definitely referring to former friend, Karlie Kloss), acknowledges that keeping a marriage together for the sake of the kids often actually has the opposite intended effect (possibly- but not certainly- something she and her brother experienced), and recounts attempting to bargain with someone consumed by greed, only able to leave with herself (absolutely referring to the end of her fifteen-year long business relationship with Scott Borchetta, her former record-label owner). But as painful as leaving all of those situations was, Taylor has gained the wisdom to understand that walking away sometimes takes as much strength as persevering. You can’t stay at the restaurant, or at the mercy of someone else forever; you have to forge your own path, even if it’s in the opposite direction of what you envisioned for so long. And even with all her past success behind her, as folklore and evermore have proved, there is so much more ahead of her. Best lyric: “That old familiar body ache, the snaps from the same little breaks in your soul / You know when it’s time to go.”

In a time where we are all trapped in our homes and in our heads, the folklore/evermore experience has been the sweetest escape. If anything, the creation of these wonderful sister records has taught me that our most powerful tool in times of distress is our own imagination. Even just the ability to close my eyes while listening to one of these tracks and feel the character’s story is a gift. The way I’ve always been able to pick up Harry Potter and escape to Hogwarts when I’ve felt alone and friendless, I can listen to folklore and evermore when I feel scared or hopeless and escape into this enchanted forest Taylor has built, where I can climb above the trees and see it all for what it is. I feel so lucky to watch Taylor’s imaginative world unravel around me. I can’t wait to see what she creates next.

DISCLAIMER �� REVIEWER’S BIAS: I would literally die for this bitch.

610 notes · View notes

lolishdes · 3 years

Text

❝Even for an Eternity Shall I Wait❞

✧Warning: Spoilers about the Archon quest and Zhongli's backstory.

Prev. Navigation. Next Chap.

Chapter 4.

Hours have passed while the bright sun fades back to rest as the shimmering stars and galactic sky dominates above. Clouds hover over the moon's glow, particularly less bright than most nights. Quiet was the sleeping girl, as she snores to herself.

The whole household was already tending to dinner preparations and lighting up the torches for the night. When Y/N unconsciously shifts herself to the left, the faintest of moonlight that escapes the young girl’s windows provokes her eyes to open. Her eyes twinkle open as she sits up, yawning while she takes notice of her room's surroundings. It's already dark, I'm sure supper is almost ready, Y/N thought as she stands up and brings herself to take a quick bath.

While Y/N was pampering herself, her parents were eager to tell her the wonderful news. They awaited her arrival on the dinner table, different delicacies placed one by one neatly. Y/N's mother breathed in the scent "My, how supper smells mouthwatering tonight." She compliments the servants, they bow down pleased by their mistress' compliment.

"I have to agree, hm. Perhaps it is also because we are in a merry mood today, am I right my dear?" He asked his wife, she nodded along happily. Y/N’s mother perked up, suddenly remembering to call in her daughter, after all she’s an important figure for the news they were about to fill in. She ushered one of the servants nearby to come close, “Please wake my daughter, tell her to get dressed for dinner. Quickly now.” The servant bowed as she proceeded to approach the young girl's private quarters.

Once she was in front of Y/N's room, she called out before entering. “My lady? May I come in, your mother asked me that you must get up and get dressed.” A loud reply followed “Oh! No need, I’m already dressing into my new clothes. Can you tell her I'll be there soon?” The servant bowed silently, obeying Y/N's request and proceeded to inform the mistress and master of the household.

After a few minutes passed, Y/N stumbled in a hurry. “I'm here! Sorry for the delayed arrival mother hehe.” Y/N’s mother just sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, wondering how their ancestors thought of this young girl. “It is alright. Now sit, your father and I have news to share.” Y/N perked up and nodded, she silently sat there attentive to her parents words.

"Your father and I have been thinking about your future. We have decided that we would have you wed with a local wealthy family.” Her mother stated formally, Y/N couldn't believe the abrupt news, her face wrinkled with one of disagreement and confusion.

She was about to have her say when her mother interrupted her “We already have a suitor for you, he is a very lovely man from the Hu family.” Y/N breathes in, digesting in all the absolute rubbish her mother announced, Y/N felt personally insulted. Words cannot express her distorted thoughts and emotions, she decided to not say anything and leave the dining table.

Just as she opened the doors wide, her parents stood up, this time her father spoke “Y/N, this is for your own good. This ensures a bright future for you, and you know this is for your own good, young lady!” Y/N’s eyes furrowed, she paused and turned back at her parents “...I just need some fresh air, please.” With that, she gently shut the doors. One may expect that in situations such as these, one would retaliate violently whilst ensuring an argument with your parents , however Y/N knew that that wouldn't do her nor her family any good. It is already a hassle having to hear the news, what more if she decided to have a heated fight with her mother and father.

She shakes her head, rubbing her temples. ‘I am about to be wed? And not just that, but I already have a suitor waiting?!’ her thoughts were filled with rage, but decided to save all that energy once she had arrived inside her quarters. Some helpers have walked past her, greeting her good evening, in good manners she does so the same however the servants can tell the young lady wasn't particularly in her usual happy mood.

Once she has arrived at her room, she shuts it and immediately vents out her rage through throwing out her pillows everywhere. “THIS IS ABSOLUTE BULLCRAP!”

...nearby servants heard her and decided not to disturb her for the night.

64 notes · View notes

drwcn · 3 years

Text

《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 10 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj

Other snippets and storyboards can be found on [Master List]

Exactly 851 days - 2 years, 4 months and 11 days - after Wei Wuxian arrived at Gusu and began his mission as a sleeper agent, he was activated.

That chilly morning, he walked into the pastry shop - a front maintained by a decade-long Wen spy - a walk he'd done hundred of times on hundreds of mornings since he arrived. He breezed past the packaging counter, skipped through the faded cotton drapes, and rounded behind the back staircase to the room where Xue Yang always waited for him. Only this time, it was not just his candy-obsessed, murder-happy shidi, but a face he hadn't seen in many, many months. "...Shifu?" Wen Zhuliu's visit meant the end of his carefree days. It's time. That night, Wei Wuxian did not look at either Lan Wangji or Jiang Yanli when he bid "dianxia" and "Jiang-zhuzi" good night. He pretended to retire to bed early, after washing himself of his servant's exterior and donning his robes of night-black. He laid in the dark, waiting for time to pass, and reminded himself of his true purpose. He was never meant to care about these people; love these people. Jiang Yanli was not his doting foster sister; Lan Wangji was not his beloved wangye. I am Wei Wuxian of the great Qishan Wen. Nevernight is my home. I am a spy. Gusu is my enemy. Wei Wuxian kept his eyes closed, his breathing even, and his heartbeat slow. In the lonely quiet, he waited, and waited, and waited. Until the candlelight around the princely manor dimmed to nothing, until the night grew still and the moon shone bright and high in the dark, dark sky. Reaching under the floorboard beneath his bed, Wei Wuxian retrieved his life-long companion from its hiding place and released it from its sheath. "Hello, old friend." He whispered, stroking the blade edge. Suibian's steel glistened with cold malevolence in the stark, pale moonlight.

It would be another year before WWX's identity is discovered. During that time, he lived a double life. In the day, he was Lan Wangji's precious Wei Ying, and at night, he was the blade in Wen Ruohan's hand, stealing, killing and destroying on command. His assignments were not always murder; sometimes it required him to break into secure facilities and obtain copies of certain documents. He was never alone on these jobs; there was always someone convalescing with him from within. Slowly, he began to realize just how deep Wen Ruohan's spy network had infiltrated Gusu's foundation. In a way, it excited him, to know that the posturing and pretending would soon be over, that in the near future a quick war would sweep across the land and unite the two nations. In another way, it frightened him to the bones.

Wei Wuxian killed 37 individuals within the span of a year, 37 men and women of different ranks, status and stations. He did not always know why these people needed to die; in fact, he often didn't and preferred it that way. If he didn't know the motive, then he couldn't argue against the reason, and thus could go on believing that what Wen Ruohan did was ultimately for the betterment of everyone. The men of Gusu were weak - Wei Wuxian was always told - they were not fit to rule. The people of Gusu would be better served under a united empire. He repeated this statement to himself before every job, but over time, the mantra on his tongue began to lose its flavour.

In the meantime however, Lan Wangji and Jiang Yanli quickly formed a strong plan on how they wanted to live out the rest of their lives. Lan Wangji never quite enjoyed laying with women, but Jiang Yanli had just enough wickedness behind her demure exterior that things were... well, interesting. In any case, it was not long before she came to him all smiles and whispered the good news over luncheon .

"Truly?" Lan Wangji set down his chopsticks. "Hm uhm." Jiang Yanli dapped her mouth delicately. "Now, perhaps it's a good time to discuss how dianxia should go about winning A-Xian's affection. He's under the impression you've cast him aside on taishi's orders and has been giving him the cold shoulder." "I wasn't." Lan Wangji defended himself, distressed and slightly offended. "It's just, huangshu's been watching me like a hawk. I was afraid any further attempt to be closer to him would give my uncle reason to remove him from my household entirely." Jiang Yanli was sympathetic. "The summer hunt is in two week's time, and afterwards, since bixia always likes to finish the night on the river with fireworks, perhaps...." She let the sentence dangle, a knowing smile playing at her lips. Lan Wangji felt hope.

Unfortunately, a little hiccup happened before the hunt could take place. Jin Ziyan falsely believed that Wei Wuxian had fallen out of favour with Lan Wangji and was itching to show him his place. Poor Mo Xuanyu was caught in the middle. Jin Ziyan knew Wei Wuxian was an audacious one, but not so stupid that he could be easily goaded into committing a grave offence. Thus, Jin Ziyan planned to cause an incident in the garden whereby poor Mo Xuanyu would unwittingly "offend" him, and he would publicly announce a punishment that was harsher than necessary. He made sure that Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian were near by, as they usually took a mid-afternoon stroll after lunch. True to his predictions, Wei Wuxian could not stop himself for interfering on Mo Xuanyu's behalf. Then in their altercation, Jin Ziyan would fall into the pond, making it seem as though Wei Wuxian was the one who shoved him out of anger. Oh but a lowly servant shoving Hanguang-wang's deputy consort into the pond??! He was as good as dead. What's more, everything happened on the same afternoon that Lan Qiren was scheduled to visit Lan Wangji to discuss matters of court. If it was only Lan Wangji, Jin Ziyan knew Wei Wuxian would suffer little consequence, but taishi tolerated no insubordination or churlish behaviour of any kind.

Lan Qiren was incensed, livid, but he was not hasty to deal the punishment. Instead he turned to his nephew and asked, whilst fully knowing the answer, "Wangji, your household follows the regulations that govern all princely manors, does it not?" "It does, huangshu." "Then tell me what is the punishment reserved for a servant for daring to lay hands on a deputy consort and to cause physical harm to said consort?" "It....I - huangshu -" "What is the rule?" Lan Wangji knew very well that the punishment was death for any servant, maid or eunuch who dared to harm any member of the harem. But Wei Ying, his Wei Ying... "Wei Ying is very precious to Yanli and to Yunmeng-hou. As well..." Lan Wangji hesitated. "Yanli is with child again. It is still very early so we thought it best not to announce it lest we have a repeat of last time. It would not do to upset her at this time." Lan Qiren was extremely dissatisfied with his answer, but conceded for Jiang Yanli's sake. "I'm glad, Wangji, that you've found your way back to your proper companions. This Wei Wuxian clearly has been spoiled to the point of impropriety. His actions today are utterly unacceptable and cannot be allowed to go unpunished or else others would surely follow his example. Guards!" "Detain Wei Wuxian. Have him strung up on a post in the servants' courtyard and give him fifty lashes. No food nor drink. Sun or rain, he is not to be let down until dusk tomorrow." "Huangshu!" Lan Wangji's head buzzed, as though someone had struck him squarely in the temple. His chest felt tight, and his heart ached where it rebelled inside him. "Please -" "He has his life. That is mercy enough."

Wei Wuxian was stripped down to his trousers only and tied up to a post, his hands bound together above him and his bare feet never finding purchase on the ground no matter how he struggled. This fucking suck ass. Jin Ziyan you're a dead man. When all fifty lashes were dealt, even the guards were sweating through their robes. They left him dangling there in the blistering summer heat. A young maid dared to try and sneak him some water but was thwarted by an older momo. "What do you think you're doing, lassie? Did you not hear taishi, no food or drink until dusk tomorrow. Do you want lashes too? Go on! Go!" It rained hard all through the night, only easing up at dawn, but the aftermath of the storm left the air muggy and humid. Combined with the heat, it felt as though he was being steamed alive like a wheat bun. At some point during the second day, Wei Wuxian finally lost consciousness. He was not aware when Lan Wangji barged into the courtyard against Lan Qiren's explicit orders and cut him free.

Really tho, i just want this scene to happen (╹ڡ╹ ) "I'm sorry." Wei Wuxian blinked at Lan Wangji's hunched figure sitting at his bedside. "Whatever for? You saved me, dianxia." Lan Wangji, "But it was my attention that put you in such a position in the first place. Huangshu was looking for a reason to punish you since that day he saw us in my study." Wei Wuxian, "dianxia..." "I find you... lovely, Wei Ying," confessed Lan Wangji with a heavy sigh. His ears burned red not only with the embarrassment of a youth in love but with shame. "I wish for your company, even when you have no desire to be part of my harem. Now I know my mistake. I should have respected the boundaries. I should've known my attention on you would incite jealousy from the others, and as a servant, you have no means of protecting yourself. This is entirely my fault." Wei Wuxian's heart fluttered despite himself. He quickly shook his head. "No dianxia, please don't blame yourself -" Lan Wangji, "perhaps I should send you back to Jiang-fu; I'm sure Jiang-xiao-gongzi would be delighted to have your company back. You would be safe there." Jiang Wanyin had come to visit his sister the very next day after Wei Wuxian was sentenced to whipping. He was one of the most accomplishment young men of his generation, anticipated to be a great general. Nie Mingjue had thought highly of him and had expected great things from this youth. Though perhaps what the late feng-jun found truly commendable was Jiang Wanyin's complete lack of pretense and his short-fuse temper. That is to say, he did not hesitate to get in Lan Wangji's face. His sister would have chastised him, had she not been so preoccupied by her tears. Wei Wuxian, "Jiang...Jiang Cheng was here?" "He was, and he was very upset about your condition. He left many fine medicine and ointments for you." Lan Wangji sighed again. "I shall speak with Yanli. If she is amenable, then I shall make arrangements for you to go back to Jiang-fu. You would not have to put up with me any longer." Lan Wangji stood up. Wei Wuxian grasped his sleeve immediately. In that moment, he could not tell if his panic was derived from his worry that he would not be able to complete his assignment if Lan Wangji were to send him away or if he simply did not wish to part with the prince. "Dianxia - I - I don't want to leave. I - it's true I had once rejected you, but...would you think less of me if I said your attention … hasn't been unwanted for a while, that I have come to enjoy them." At Lan Wangji's widened eyes, Wei Wuxian continued quickly. "You need not give me anything, no elevation, no rank. I don't care about any of that. I am a man, I have no ability to give you children. Nor do I have any family who would benefit from your continued favour of me. I am an orphan, dianxia, I have no place to go. I just....don't send me away. Please let me stay! I'm not afraid of Jin Ziyan, or taishi, or anything!" Lan Wangji sat back down. His hand trembled when he laid it on top of Wei Wuxian's. "Wei Ying...?" Wei Wuxian smiled, still radiant despite his pale complexion. "Dianxia -" "Lan Zhan. No more dianxia, I only want to hear you call me by my name." Wei Wuxian flushed pink. The blush was real, as was the pleased little smile he tried to hide. "Lan Zhan, Wei Ying is yours, if you still want him." The worst part of that was that he meant it. Just the mere thought of being held by Lan Wangji, of being kissed by him, of... so many other wonderful possibilities, made Wei Wuxian want to hide his flaming face into his pillow. Lan Wangji smiled. Quietly, he lifted Wei Wuxian's hand and pressed a kiss to the inner side of his wrist. "Rest, I will be right here." Wei Wuxian felt his treacherous little heart soar: oh no … oh no no no no ….. (Xue Yang's voice in narration: and it was in this moment, that Wei Wuxian knew, he fucked up.) The cruellest thing Wei Wuxian ever did was give Lan Wangji hope knowing that one day he would take it all away.

#cql #the untamed #wangxian #without envy #corie fics #cql ficlet #i posted it and then immediately deleted it. I wanted to add some stuff

166 notes · View notes

nevertheless-moving · 3 years

Text

Star Wars Time Travel Au #27

Suicidal misunderstanding AU: Obi-Wan only a year or two into his desert exile is thrown back in time to the height of the clone wars. Due to circumstances, he assumes this is a hallucination and after enjoying hanging out with his friends for a while, decides he really needs to wake up before he dies of dehydration. When intense meditation fails, he tries to break the illusion by kriffing killing himself. Panic from all parties ensues.

-------

Ben-the-realitively-new-Hermit has made the informed decision to try out this whole spice thing, takes an absolutely massive spice dose, like 4 whole spices. Taps into the force and starts having a wild out of body experience, he can see the i n s i d e o f t i m e

General Kenobi is on Courasacasant for some extremely rare R&R, gets pulled to go drinking with Cody and some of the 212th. He blacks out for a minute and wakes up really confused. Like, he was drinking but this seems like he might’ve taken something extra, let’s get him back to the temple to sleep it off.

On the hovercar ride back Obi-Wan is babbling, saying how happy he is to see everyone again, and how he doesn’t blame them for trying to kill him. And uh

“Truly Cody, I know you would never fire at me if you were you, I think Palpatine must have been controlling your minds somehow. I swear, I’ll- I’ll try and find you - I - I’m so sorry,” he said leaning into Cody’s space, starting out earnestly and becoming increasingly unsettlingly intense.

“Sir?” Cody responds nervously, but Obi-Wan was distracted by the view out the hovercar’s window.

“Are you taking me to the temple?” he asks hollowly.

Yes sir, I think you’ve had a few too many drinks, you’re- to be blunt, you’re not making any sense and its a bit alarming. I think it would be best if you slept things off in your personal quarters for a bit” the commander answers tensely.

Obi Wan is quiet for a minute, growing more subdued.

“Will he be there? Will- will- Anakin be there?” he finally asks.

“I believe the 501st is still on leave. I can comm him if you wish?” slightly relieved at the prospect of passing whatevers going on with his General to someone with more general intel on the subject.

Obi-Wan grow quiet again. “Yes,” he whispers suddenly. “I want to see him, force help me, I still want to see him. I -I miss him,” and at that, to everyones horror, he begins tearing up.

Cody fumbles to activate his comm. “Commander Cody to General Skywalker. General Skywalker, I am requesting immediate response. I repeat, Commander CC-2224 to General Skywalker, I am requesting-”

“This had better be life-or-death Cody. I’m on leave. You’re on leave. Why are we contacting me and not Obi-Wan?” General Skywalker whines into the com.

“It’s about General Kenobi, sir”

“Is he injured?” General Skywalker responded sharply, suddenly laser focused.

“He’s- he’s crying sir.” And he was. The sound of General Skywalker’s voice had turned the trickle of tears into full blown sobs. He was clinging to Waxer, who looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

“He’s what”

“He’s crying, and he said he missed you. Please tell me you’re at the temple, sir” he all but begged.

“Is this supposed be a practical joke?” Skywalker responded annoyed. “Did Rex somehow put you up this?”

“This is not a joke. He blacked out in the bar, started rambling about forgiving us for trying to kill him, and now he’s crying” For additional proof he holds the comm out to General Kenobi, who just continued to sob incoherently.

“Is he drugged?” Skywalker responds. There’s the sound of rapid shuffling in the background, hopefully him moving to meet them at the temple gates.

“Unknown, sir. I only saw him consume alcohol, but not enough to fully account for his...altered state”

“Are you recording him?” Skywalker’s voice is muffled by...the sound of traffic? Dank farrik, was he not at the temple?

“Am I what” the commander responds indignantly.

“Kidding!” Anakin quickly shoots back. “Anyway I’m 5 minutes out from the temple, you?

He quickly conferred with Longshot, who was designated driver and, based on his white knuckles, focused with mission-level intensity on navigating traffic.

“We’ll arrive at the secondary temple gate in 10. Any orders on how to... mitigate the situation?” A quick glance at Kenobi revealed that Waxer had proceeded to patting him on the back like an overwhelmed cadet. It was unclear whether it was helping or not.

“Oh, I have no idea,” Anakin answered, overly gleeful “I can’t even remember the last time he cried. And his alcohol tolerance is unfairly ridiculous so I have no idea if this is normal for him when he’s drunk.”

With that piece of unhelpful intel the vehicle lapsed into mostly silence, broken only by the sound of Kenobi’s hiccuping sobs.

Anakin calls to confirm he’s waiting in the top entry bay at the secondary temple gates. He pauses for a moment, empty static coming over the comm. “Did he really say he missed me?”

Cody closes his eyes for a moment. He was not designed to deal with this dammit. He just wanted to go drinking with his- his fellow officer and maybe see him relax a little. he knew the Jedi were stressed by the war but if this is what a Jedi dealing with feelings looked like then -then forcedammit this is what a Jedi relaxing looked like. They should be honored that the Generals trusted them enough to let their guard down. Clearly Obi-Wan needed his younger vod’s support more than he had realized, especially if they were, in a way, a squad of two for over a decade.

“Yes sir. When he realized we were bringing him back to the temple he asked if you would be there. I offered to comm you, he confirmed audibly that he wanted to see you, and that he missed you. Thats- that’s when the crying began. We made contact immediately after.”

“Oh.” He left the channel open between them. Cody could distantly hear the sound of pacing on the other end

Obi-Wan was staring at the commlink in Cody’s bracer with an unreadable expression. He swallowed a few times, and, hand shaking visibly, reached out and pulled Cody’s wrist close “Anakin? Is that Anakin? My Anakin?” Obi-wan’s voice was shaking along with the rest of his body.

“Your Anakin huh?” came the response, in a reflexively teasing tone. “What happened the ‘dangers of possessiveness and attachment’ you’re always lecturing me on?

Obi-wan responded, to Waxer and Cody’s mixed emotions, by shifting bodily over to Cody, clinging onto his arm for dear life and bending over to press his forehead to the comm unit, letting out a keening sob.

“Um, Master? Was that you?” Anakin squeaked out with characteristic helpfulness.

“I don’t want to see the temple burning” Obi-Wan rasped into Cody’s bracer, “I want to see you but I don’t want to see the bodies in the temple, not again, please Anakin I don’t want to look at them again. Anakin I just want to see you not- not- not-” and it was almost a relief when the chilling words broke down into dry sobs. Cody wanted to pat him on the back with his free arm, but considering how he was clinging to cody’s comm unit, it turned into an awkward full body hug that Obi-Wan absolutely melted into.

“Oh kriff, did you have a vision, Master? Is that what this is about? The temple’s fine, I’ll show you when you get here, there’s no bodies here, I promise”

“Obi-Wan just shook, curling up halfway into Cody’s lap”

Next (Part Two)

#star wars #suicidal misunderstanding au #tw: attempted suicide #character is not actually suicidal #but beileves they're haveing an extended hallucination and their attempts to wake up look an awful lot like suicide to everyone else so #tw: self harm #tw #star wars au #my au #sw #star wars au no 27 #shoutout to sky-wolf0550 #for being my first ever like no idea if youre a bot or not but I'm new here so thank you

350 notes · View notes

alyssadeliv · 3 years

Text

The Forgotten One

First Previous

Chapter 4

Everything hurt. Her body felt as if it was on fire, her limbs were heavy and her head was pounding, she tried to open her eyes and understand her surroundings, but they refused to cooperate so she sought to use her other senses to identify where she was, even in a lot of pain she couldn’t forget her training, so she remained calm until she knew what she’s dealing with. It only takes her a couple of seconds to remember what happened. The attack on the League, the Temple crumbling to the ground and her being trapped under it. After that it was a void, so she must have passed out at some point.

She could tell she wasn't still trapped under the rubber because she could feel the softness of a mattress under her and not the hard temple training grounds, it was either nighttime or she was in a room without windows. She couldn’t hear a thing that indicated that there was another person with her, but she can identify cars in a far distance, so she must be close to a city. She feels cared for, so rules out being captured for now.

She isn’t sure how long she laid there, but streams of lighting start to appear somewhere above her from what she can see with her closed lids. The sun is up when she finally can open her eyes.

She is in a bare room, that must be used as storage from all of the boxes around. She’s in an attic in an elevated part that contains just the bed, an iron stair makes way into the second part of the room, she can see from her position that the only way out is through the trap door on the floor, although she can assume that the lighting coming from above her must lead to a balcony. She feels better now, her pain is gone and her limbs ultimately start to obey her again. She had just sat up when the trap door started to open.

She prepares herself for what is to come, she does not have any weapons and she’s not sure she can beat another assassin in a fight in her current state, even with the pain now gone. To her surprise is her godmother that enters the room she’s resting in. She carries a plate with food and a glass of water. She has a warm smile that Marianne has only seen a couple of times, normally reserved for birthdays and celebrations, but still reassures her that she’s safe and cared for.

“It's good to see you’re finally awake. Gave us quite a scare”

“Where am I?”

“Safe” With her tone she can tell that the conversation is over, so she simply accepts the plate that is offered and starts to eat what's been given, a tasty sandwich with a red tart at the side. If it was any other person that came into the room she wouldn’t have been so quick to accept the food, but she knew that her godmother would never hurt her, she was one of the only people she trusted with her life, like a second mother to her.

“How do you feel?” Sabine asks only after the food is gone.

“Surprisingly fine. The pain is gone and I feel normal again. How is this possible? Where are we? How long was I out? What happened with the League? What happened to Damian? Is he here? Is he safe?” The questions jump out of her mouth before she can control them. Rambling has always been a trait of hers, one that she thought to be long under control. But given the situation, she can’t blame herself to look after answers.

But Sabine calmly answers every one of her questions. She doesn’t get into details about the attack but she understands that one of her grandfather’s star pupils betrayed them and orchestrated the attack to take the Demon Head power to himself and rule over the Order of Assassins. Sabine and Master Fu were together at the Temple when it all started and went to look for her, only to realize that she must have thought the same and went to look for them. They saw her being crushed by the falling debris, and they were the ones that dug her out.

She died.

That piece of information stays in a loop in her mind. She died. Master Fu brought her back. Being brought back to life wasn’t impossible, she knew that her grandfather had been doing that for centuries, but he needed the Lazarus Pits for that, and she knew the symptoms of someone that used them, she had seen them first hand from her grandfather or when she was in charge of training a recruit that her mother had taken pity on. She was only ten, and the boy 13 at the time. One of her most proud accomplishments. Her grandfather was so proud of her for training the next generation, even if the boy was technically older than her. She knew the symptoms and she definitely wasn’t brought back using these methods.

“Master Fu will arrive here shortly, he can explain it better”

“Where is here? Where are we? Where's Damian?” She’s desperate, she needs to know where her baby brother is. That he is safe. “Please tell me he’s here!”

Sabine has a heartbroken expression on her face, and that's all the confirmation she needs. The tears roll down her face before she can stop them. All her efforts had been in vain, Damian wasn’t here.

“We are in Paris. He’s not here, but he’s safe” Her godmother tries to reassure her, she dries the tears in her face and strokes her hair trying to comfort the distraught girl. “He’s in a safe place as well, your mother made sure of that. But for now, you can’t go after him, Master Fu will explain why, you just have to trust me when I say I only want what’s best for you”

She then proceeds to tell her best-kept secret so far. She’s married, and they are at her husband’s house, above his bakery. She tells her of how in one of her missions she met the love of her life. But because of her, she knew she couldn’t leave the League just yet, she needed to be there for little Marianne and her bright smiles, to make sure the League didn’t kill the kindness in her. She always visited Paris after a mission. It became some kind of ritual, and no one ever questioned it. Her husband, Tom, knew about her lifestyle and knew that she couldn’t just leave her goddaughter behind, he respected that, even loved how caring his wife was. Sabine begs Marianne to not be guilty that she couldn’t have a better kind of life because of her.

“The best thing in my life is knowing that I helped raise the most selfless and kind woman, I’m so proud of what you become. Never forget that.”

By the time Master Fu finally arrives she’s just so tired. But her need for answers is bigger, so she allows her godmother to guide her to the living room. When they get there she’s surprised, to say the least. Her master is there, but he is not alone. He’s accompanied by two very anxious Kwamis.

“Marianne is so great to finally meet you! I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long!” Tikki, The Goddess of Creation addresses her. But she stays there stunned. She grew up learning about these entities, preparing for the moment she would get to meet them, but there she stays, unable to properly function. So much has been happening in the last 24 hours, and she feels like she’s in shock.

“Great job sugar cub, you broke the kid” Plagg, The God of Destruction comments.

“She’s probably just surprised to finally see us, don’t be rude”

It feels surreal to see these mystical creatures just bickering like children in her godmother’s husband’s living room. She almost feels like she’s dreaming. Feeling her discomfort, Master Fu decides it is better to address the situation.

“Come sit Marianne. It’s time I give you some answers.”

For the next hour, she learns a part of history she never knew about.

Her Master calmly explained to her that by the time they were able to release her from the ruins of the temple, it was too late. But something in him knew there was still hope. Because she was Tikkis chosen, her soul takes more time to disconnect itself from the physical world, so The Grand Guardian did something that wasn’t wrong but still considered taboo. He asked Tikki to use her energy in order to anchor her spirit back into her body. He didn’t use the wish from the Miraculous, so it wasn’t as dangerous. That had only been done once, somewhere when the pharaohs were still in power. One of the Guardians had fallen madly in love with a woman chosen by Tikki, but she got sick and died. Consumed with grief he ordered the Kwami into bringing her soul back.

Because it had happened so long ago they didn’t know the reaction it would cause in her already existing powers. So, for now, it would be better if she stayed in Paris, close to her Master’s, where she could finish her training and receive guidance if needed. They still didn’t know the situation within the League, so it was best to lay low for a while.

So there she stayed. For a whole month, she lived with her godmother and got to know the man she called her husband. It was funny, that the super badass and strict woman everyone knew would turn into the warmest person when around the baker. Marianne could tell they loved each other very much just by the way they looked at the other. In the League love was not something that happened very often. So it felt nice to be in contact with something so pure.

She also kept going on with training, just like Master Fu said they would. It was as if her life was completely new but completely equal to what it was before. She would wake up early, eat something, normally delicious made by Tom, and go to where her master was living, a massage parlor that served as a disguise from his real job as her teacher. They would start by meditating and then move into physical training. It was different, Fu wasn’t so young anymore so now she tended to train alone. She missed her brother so much that it hurt. Knowing where he was but not if he was okay. She wished that there was a way for her to contact him, but knew it would be safer if she didn’t. Just knowing he was with Father makes her feel a little better, she remembers her Mother’s stories of the fearless Batman, so if the time comes she knew he would be safe.

Nothing out of ordinary happened so far, her powers kept the same, maybe a little more intense, but nothing she couldn’t handle. But they were confident that there would not be any other side effects so far. Everything was back to normal, or that’s what they thought.

Imagine their surprise when on one of their meditation sections the both were suddenly overwhelmed by the intense energy that they received. It was dark, nothing like she ever had felt.

“Master, what was that? I have never felt something like it” Her teacher looked like he had seen a ghost, pale and with an anxious expression

“I’ve only felt this type of energy once. We must prepare, something bad is on our horizon. It’s time to activate your miraculous”

“What? Are you sure Master? Please tell me what is going on!” She pleaded.

“The Peacock and the Butterfly Miraculous, a long time ago, when I was just an apprentice, were thought to be lost. This was when The League and the Order were constantly at war. Some of my fellow disciples got greedy. They wanted the power the Miraculous had to offer, they thought themselves worthy of wielding their power and destroying the League of Assassins. There was a fight, and the first Temple of The Order was compromised. Some of us escaped, but we lost a lot. That day… I felt the same type of energy. I believe somewhere in this city, someone is preparing to cause chaos. We must be ready for when it happens.”

“How do we do that?”

“We need to find the Cat Miraculous wielder”

There is a little easter egg in this chapter, let’s see if anyone can tell what it is! The taglist is still open so feel free to ask to be tagged! Please tell me what you thought of this chapter, I’m dying for some feedback

Taglist: @macncheesemonster @jumpingjoy82 @silversaphire12 @jinx-jade @swiftie-miraculer13 @greatcatblaze @megaafangirl @ramos123 @theamityislife @maskedpainter @toodaloo-kangaroo @nyx-in-line @ketchupqueenboiiii @iamabrownfox @lozzybowe @user00000003 @kashlyn @msshadows97 @ira-sairain @stackofrandomstuff @myazael @frieddonutsweets @asrainterstellar @our-preciousss @laurcad123 @nyaabinch @rverfades @thefangirlwholiterallydies @astoriaandromeda @unnamed2357 @little-lady-bird @imdaqueenie

270 notes · View notes