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starrierknight · 6 months

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̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝐅𝐀𝐐 ❜ ┊˚

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I ignore asks/comments where the following questions have already been answered.

⋆ ˚｡⋆┊𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐁𝐘𝐅┊⋆ ｡˚⋆

⋆ ˚｡★ "why do you write?"

I started writing because I couldn't find anything tailored exactly to my preferences as a reader!

Generally speaking, I like reading content that challenges me or gives me something to mull over, and I adore long, descriptive prose. I love flexing my vocabulary and being a total nerd for writing techniques. So, now, I make it my business to write things that will challenge me as a reader and as a writer.

Additionally, as a non-binary person, I can have a hard time finding fics where the reader insert isn't gendered. So, I wanted this blog and my writing to be for people like me to enjoy themselves without the dysphoria jump scares lol.

⋆ ˚｡★ "how long have you been writing?"

While I created 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 on 17/08/23, I actually started writing back in mid-April of 2020 on @starrierknight-main.

I was a Harry Potter enthusiast (rip) and also fifteen. You can probably still find old bits and pieces of my old HP writing there, but I wouldn't recommend any of it lmao.

⋆ ˚｡★ "how do you think of your ideas? what inspires you?"

Most of the time they come to me spontaneously or from things I encounter on a day-to-day basis. That being said, I draw plenty of stylistic/thematic inspiration from published writers and music.

A good example of this would be looking at the epigraph I include at the start of every fic!

⋆ ˚｡★ "can I take inspiration from your writing?" inspiration: the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative.

I'm inclined to say no, even if you include credit.

On the one hand, I'm incredibly flattered that anyone would be interested/inspired by my writing! It means a lot to me! On the other, I encourage individualism and creativity as much as I can.

Obviously, I don't own the characters I write for, nor do I own character + scenarios (e.g. Gojo Satoru + Coffee Shop AU). In writing, and especially in fanfiction, ideas and characters will circulate, and there will be plenty of writers creating their own works with the same concept(s) but different approaches/interpretations.

This is nothing new—writers have been doing this for centuries—and I have no issues with this.

However: A lot of the AUs I have written/plan to write are my own original concept, and so I do feel a sense of 'ownership' over them. I have various projects in the works (that are secret + a surprise) that I would rather no one took inspiration from.

At a later date, once they are published on this blog, I'll link them here. For now, I apologise for the elusive answer lol.

Instead, I suggest looking at the epigraphs I include, and maybe you'll draw inspiration from those sources just like I did ❤︎

⋆ ˚｡★ "can I write a continuation of one of your fics/series?"

Under absolutely any circumstances: No.

⋆ ˚｡★ "will you ever write for a fandom that's not Jujutsu Kaisen?"

It's not out of the question, but it's not on the cards right now.

Although I'm a part of other fandoms, JJK is a special interest of mine, and will (likely) always be my priority. I'm most confident writing for JJK characters because I 'know' them best and understand the JJK fictional universe best.

Plus, JJK is my favourite fandom out of all the ones I'm in, and it's important to me that I write about things I enjoy.

⋆ ˚｡★ "will you ever write for dom!characters/sub!readers?"

I would sooner gnaw through my own leg, tbh.

More power to all writers/readers who enjoy that content! Personally, I don't enjoy writing/reading it, so this blog will never produce it.

⋆ ˚｡★ "what are your writing DON'Ts?"

dark content: rape/non-con, paedophilia, loli/shotacon, feederism, incest and "-cest" variations, age play, bestiality, raceplay, necrophilia, eating disorders, domestic abuse, daddy issues

nsfw: scat/piss/vomit/farts, pregnancy/breeding, choking (receiving), spit play (receiving), degradation (receiving), anal (receiving), lactation, oviposition, gimp suits, tentacles, omegaverse, daddy kink, reader insert sucking peepee

sfw: reader or characters with children, childbirth, pregnancy, coffee shop AUs

readers: sub!readers, female!readers, male!readers, AMAB!readers, [ethnicity]!readers

⋆ ˚｡★ "what are your writing DOs? what are some of your favourite things to write?"

dark content: dub-con & free use, (symbolic) cannibalism, sacrilege, graphic violence, major character death, suicidal imagery/thoughts, allusions to self-harm, (some) mental health issues, yandere, allusions to abuse, mommy issues

nsfw: sub!top characters, dacryphilia, brats & brat taming, S&M, exhibitionism, pain and impact play, restraints, collaring & leashes, knife play, cum & spit play, fisting, edging, overstimulation, praise & degradation, frottage, mommy kink, role reversal (e.g. dom!maid x sub!master), enemies with benefits, rivals with benefits

sfw: forbidden love, vampirism, historical AUs, kneeling, pining & yearning & longing, domestic/romcom worthy fluff, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, meet-uglies

readers: dom!readers, gn!readers, AFAB!readers, bold!readers

⋆ ˚｡⋆┊𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 — 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃?┊⋆ ｡˚⋆

⋆ ˚｡★ "how do you make your theme? what apps do you use?"

Pinterest for images, PicsArt for editing, IBIS Paint for cool fonts.

⋆ ˚｡★ "can I take inspiration from your theme?"

Sure! Just keep it within the bounds of 'inspiration' rather than copying.

Black & white themes are pretty common, so keep in mind that it's in your best interest to make your blog 'concept' as unique to you as you can.

⋆ ˚｡★ "what does your URL mean? how do you pronounce it?"

pronunciation: starry-er-night

Well, if you haven't already guessed, I really love stars. I also happen to love Van Gogh's painting, 'Starry Night', and wanted it to be in reference to that.

When I was tryna think of a URL, I first tried "starrystarrynight", but it was taken. I tried out a load of variations before landing on 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. Honestly, I think my current URL is cooler than what I originally wanted.

⋆ ˚｡★ "what does your blog title mean?"

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

If you've read any of my NSFW writing, you'll be able to see that my reader inserts are often sadistic!doms that make sub!characters cry for their enjoyment. This blog produces and has followers who interact with its dark content which may be considered "hellish" for those who aren't "devils". See what I did there?

Also, I love writing angst and putting characters (and readers) through their paces, i.e. my writing will give you a reason call me a devil, since it's anything but pure.

⋆ ˚｡★ "why don't you respond to anon hate?"

Simply put, I have no interest in entertaining losers who feel like coming onto an (erotic) anime fanfiction blog and harassing me. I don't see the point in encouraging negativity, nor do I want people to see me and think, "Oh, well clearly this person falls for bait."

"...but what if they make a valid point?"

In which case, they can come off anon and send me an ask or DM me, and we can talk about it like adults. Because this is, y'know, an 18+ blog. If you act like a child here, then I'll treat you like one―you'll get blocked.

"...but it's funny!"

Is it, though? So, what? So, I can waste my time mulling over clever responses to post and you can pat me on the back and say, "Well done, Reece! You really showed them who's boss!" As if anyone here gives enough shits lmao.

⋆ ˚｡⋆┊𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 — 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎┊⋆ ｡˚⋆

⋆ ˚｡★ "do you have any other accounts?"

➸ follows & interactions: @starrierknight-main

➸ fic recs: @stars-and-scrolls

⋆ ˚｡★ "can we be mutuals?"

Drop me a line and see! Broadly speaking, I'm pretty picky about what blogs I follow.

If I don't respond to an ask requesting to be mutuals, there's no hard feelings. I don't have anything against you personally, we just likely wouldn't have much in common.

Even if we don't end up being mutuals, I'm sure I'd still love to chat to you if you send me asks ❤︎

#꒰ ✰ ꒱ — my stars shine darkly #hhhhhh i've been meaning to make this faq for a while now lol #to everyone who's sent me a q like this that i hadn't responded to #this is why lolol

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chaosincurate · 4 months

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chaosincurate's top album find of 2023

Soviet Kitsch by Regina Spektor

Genre: Chamber pop/anti-folk

Song to try: Us

About this superlative

Every year there is a tonne of older music that people discover, and they never get the chance to have the spotlight put on them, even if said people enjoy that older music more than the new stuff. I want to make sure I give past music the love it deserves too though, not only by writing about the albums I hear on my monthly "My Month in Music" posts, and occasional singular posts about music I am particularly fond of, but by highlighting them here, too, as my top finds of the year.

Honourable Mentions

Renaissance by Beyoncé - An immaculate, disco-informed dance pop album with one of the most charismatic performances I've ever heard. This isn't usually the type of thing that resonates with me on a level that puts it amongst my favourite albums, but Beyoncé had so much confidence pouring out of her performance here that it felt like she grabbed me by the neck and said "you will appreciate this or else". It worked, I appreciate this. It's probably my favourite dance pop album I've ever heard. The absolute epitome of queen shit.

Soft Sounds from Another Planet by Japanese Breakfast - A very atmospheric lo-fi/indie pop album from the fantastic Japanese Breakfast. To be honest, until I looked through for this post, I was certain I listened to this way back in 2021 or so, shortly after hearing Jubilee, but last.fm says it was just this year, so it qualifies here. I absolutely love this album for Michelle Zauner's near-perfect ear for the perfect atmosphere to convey the feelings expressed in her lyrics. It's no wonder she took so well to making the soundtrack for Sable, because she's been flexing the same muscles needed for soundtracks both here, and on the earlier mentioned Jubilee (which came out shortly after said soundtrack).

good kid, m.A.A.d city by Kendrick Lamar - If you want to show someone what a concept album is, this is the album to send their way. Not only does it have a clear and cohesive theme across the whole album, and not only does it have a narrative running through it, but it is also the best sequenced album I have ever heard. This is the perfect demonstration of why I'm protective over the "concept album" label: when it's actually earned, every single song is elevated by the album-listening experience.

Sign 'O' the Times by Prince - This is a weird one. This isn't my favourite Prince album that I discovered this year - that'd be 1999 - and it's probably tied for my least favourite of the four albums I'e heard from him, but this was the album that, for whatever reason, got Prince's music to click for me. Not only did I go on to listen to 1999 for the first time and enjoy it, I also gained a new found love for Purple Rain and Dirty Mind, two albums I listened to before this year and found mediocre at first. So that's why I'm putting this here. I essentially see it as a 4-for-1 deal.

Now onto the main event...

I've spoken about my love for this album before, and much like with honourable mention Soft Sounds from Another Planet, I'm honestly surprised I only heard this album this year. Before I checked, I was preparing a Renaissance review in my head. But here we are, with a Soviet Kitsch one instead. To recap from previous write-ups on this blog, the reason I love this album is largely down to Regina Spektor's lyrical style. I've never known lyrics to sound so stripped back that they almost convey pure emotion in a way that doesn't sound like gibberish (such as with many grunge anthems), and sounds somewhat infantile on a purely aesthetic level, but executed in such a powerful way that it fully encapsulates the feeling that Spektor wants to convey. It's as if you're being crushed by basic and universal facts, some of which seem entirely unrelated and unemotional. It's awe-inspiring to me.

All of that paints a pretty good picture of how the album is, but it's done with pretty broad brushes. Let's add some detail with a track-by-track.

First, the opener, Ode to Divorce, which starts the album with a heartbreaking depiction of divorce, with the narrator being put through the ringer in the legal battle following their separation, and struggling to make sense of the fact that the person that once loved them (and that the narrator clearly still loves on some level) is being so ruthless, destroying their livelihood. Throughout the song, we see the narrator occasionally beg for a small amount of mercy to allow her to keep supporting herself ("I need your money, it'll help me I need your car...") and then goes on to let slip what they actually care about ("and I need your love") before readjusting themself to be more platonic about it by asking ("So won't you help a brother out?"). And that's still a simple overview that doesn't go into how the pain that this ex-spouse is putting them through is depicted all that much. The writing here is incredible and is still far from the best this album has to offer.

Next is Poor Little Rich Boy, essentially a song about how being rich in financial terms and rich in emotional terms are often at odds with each other. The subject of the song struggles to find love ("you don't love your girlfriend // and you think that you should... And you don't love your mother // and you know that you should") and connection ("You're reading Fitzgerald // you're reading Hemingway // they're both super smart, drinking in the cafés"), and seemingly any true meaning in life ("all the world is okay // the water runs off your skin and down into the drain"). It's a very simple song, and isn't as dense as Ode to Divorce, but it still retains much of it's emotional power within that simplicity, with the lines quoted above being great examples of how a simple sentiment, when written by Regina Spektor, can crush you.

Following that is Carbon Monoxide, a song filled with fear and self-infantilisation from the perspective of a young person who feels unprepared to face the adult world. There's a strong sense of paranoia throughout the song, a feeling that something is always going to go wrong in even the most benign moments now that there isn't someone else to watch over you.

First time I get my socks on right But I don't have a gas mask on As I walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk You home, yeah

It's another very straightforward song that uses it's purity of meaning to hammer home the emotions even more than would regularly be the case.

In a rare case of metaphorical songwriting within this album, the next song The Flowers uses the eponymous flowers, given to her by a partner to allude to the state of the relationship itself.

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully, they might so I'm waiting and staying awake

She uses this metaphor incredibly well, too, as it helps to demonstrate the denial that the narrator is feeling as they cling on to this unrewarding relationship. It sends the implicit message that they aren't even willing to acknowledge the state the relationship is in, that they know deep down that fighting that fight is a lost cause, but knowing if she doesn't even acknowledge the problem that the relationship will at least survive. Of course, it is unlikely to ever thrive, and isn't particularly likely to survive for long either.

Another thing I want to call attention to in this song is the second verse:

The papers around me are piling and twisting Regina the paperback mummy, what then I'm taking the knife to the books that I own And I'm chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stones

Genius' interpretation of this verse is very different to mine. They describe it as Regina turning to books for comfort for her failing relationship, and then being frustrated by their uselessness. Personally, I think it's a metaphor for the mounting evidence that she has to ignore in favour of the idea that the relationship is doomed. That's all, I just always love to see an interpretation that is different to mine which is also a valid one. Moving on!

Us is the big single and a great demonstration of the quirked up lyricism that holds a lot of meaning, but it is uncharacteristically difficult to discern the meaning of this one, at least for me. I'll start with what is clear: it seems pretty undeniable that it is on some level about the USSR, and that it criticises the USSR to some extent. From there on, it seems very difficult to pick out anything concrete, which makes that the fun bit if you ask me.

I think my most confident interpretation is that of a general, nuanced perspective on the USSR, what it represents now, what it represented then, the damage it's done, etc. In this interpretation, the song is sung from various perspectives. In the first verse, it's from the retrospective perspective of the USSR's leaders, bemoaning their disrespected legacy as if they deserve more than a statue left to rust in front of mostly uninterested tourists, and criticisms from people who supposedly wouldn't be able to understand the reality of the situation.

Then there's the chorus, which I think is from the perspective of true communists (yes, I'm gatekeeping), people like Karl Marx, who see it as a tool for liberation from power structures, not an introduction of a new one. People who are frustrated that their beliefs were taken and distorted to be something that put more people in chains than were freed from their previous ones.

And then I believe the second verse is from the perspective of people living under the USSR. People who haven't yet become uncomfortable enough to attempt to mount some sort of resistance and risk that small amount of comfort they have by doing so.

From there, the perspectives are pretty self-explanatory, I think, but I wanted to call attention to one more line: the repeated "it's contagious". I think this line is saying that in an unjust system, everyone becomes unjust, because everyone needs to serve that unjust system to survive. Sure, the people at the top are corrupt, and that corruption spreads amongst the bourgeois if it's allowed to flourish, because the people that don't just lose hope and give in are easily replaced by people who are being allowed to break the rules, that is pretty clear. But the people who just want to keep living their life and have kids in the second verse also help to sustain the system by keeping up the population of it's workforce and by contaminating those kids too. Even the revolutionaries will need to act unjustly in such a system to liberate themselves. Corruption at the top will spread to the bottom as if it's contagious.

The song tasked with following that masterpiece is Sailor Song, and it follows it by going for a much more jovial vibe, even if there is some sadness within the lyrics. It brings things down to Earth by going out to sea, with the song being written from the perspective of a sailor that compares life with his wife to life with his boat as he finally gets to live out his childhood dream of sailing the seas. As I see it, you could assign plenty of subtext to the song, but the lyrics keep things simple and allow you to add whatever meaning you'd like on top of the somewhat matter-of-fact lyrics, so there isn't much to write about. It's a very fun song despite the sadness that exists within it, and manages that in an interesting way too.

Following a light tease in an interlude track, we get another standout for me in Your Honor. I'd highly recommend listening to it before reading on if you haven't already (you can click on the song name for the links to Apple Music and Spotify). It's much better experienced than described.

If you're reading this, I hope that means you've gone away and listened to it or have already heard it before. The reason I wanted you to have heard it before going on, is the emotional effect that the stark changes between the two sections of the song had on me when I first heard it. I love the way the song uses the punky, grungy sound and sarcastic, pissy delivery on the vocals to acknowledge the anger that the protagonist is feeling towards their partner for "fighting for [her] honor", and then switches to a sweeter sound, more in line with the rest of the album, as it gets more loving and caring. It's beautifully done and also has the added benefit of making a song that is so unlike the rest of the album still feel cohesive within it, as if the song had been expertly stitched on: still sticking out, but as a part of the broader whole.

Have you ever had a moment where you've spoken to a child that hadn't been assimilated into society yet and as such is entirely pure of thought? If you have, there's a decent chance they taught you something that seems very obvious about the common absurdity with which we live our daily lives, but that we are too used to to see. There's just this ability that kids have to see the obvious solution that adults miss by following all these added layers of thought when they aren't necessary. That feeling is very palpable on Ghost of Corporate Future.

The song is basically a flurry of nuggets of simple wisdom: a call to care less about the state of your clothes, a reminder of how constant work can ruin your life, an assurance that you have the power to change some things, at least in your immediate vicinity, and a lot more, including my favourite nugget of "duh wisdom", as I've decided to call it, the reminder that social stakes aren't as high as you make them out to be ("People are just people, they shouldn't make you nervous"/"People are just people like you"). As someone with social anxiety, that last one has become something of a mantra for me since hearing this album, and I don't think it'd work as well for me if it wasn't so blunt and to the point.

Another favourite of mine, alongside Us and Your Honor that is, is Chemo Limo. The simple yet incredibly unique lyrical style is here in full force, demonstrating the power that this album has when it is using that style. The song is about a single mother who is told that she has cancer, but decides to turn down treatment, deciding that, given the financial situation it is likely to put her in, she'd much rather spend that money on dying happy (with an equally out-of-reach limo ride with her kids). The logic unfortunately checks out. Of course its not worth risking dying miserably in the hopes that she'll get lucky and live miserably, with not only a body wrecked by chemotherapy, but a bank account wrecked by it too. It is a (mostly implicit) scathing commentary on paid healthcare and it's immorality.

The way she talks about the oversized (and frankly wholly unjust) role money plays in saving lives in the US is amazing. The way she announces her intent to "go out in style" is invigorating. The way she then pulls the focus to her kids and the implications of how their lives will be without their mother is gutting.

And finally, the closer, Somedays. It's easy to forget about for me, in part because it follows one of my favourites without standing out in any major way, but also likely because it is such a great send off. It is about depression and the urge to ignore it in an attempt to escape it, the lost days to wallowing, and for a moment the acknowledgement that, as an artist, she also loves the art she makes from the suffering, wondering if she can escape one and not the other (or at least that's how I interpret the second verse). It's the smoothed off edge of the album, a mellow send off to a calm and pensive album.

I really love this album and am so glad I gave it a shot this year. If you've read this far, I would hope that you at least end up checking out one of the songs I highlighted as my favourites, particularly Us. I heard this album early in the year and still haven't quite heard anything like it.

#chaosincurate #music #music reccs #music recommendation #indie music #year end list #regina spektor

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chanandlersstuff · 3 years

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Summer isn't the only thing that breaks

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader.

Summary: Sometimes loving the other person it's not enough.

Word count: 2.545.

Author’s note: I don't take charge or pay psychologists for what you may feel reading this. I was in my feelings and needed to write something to get all out of my system. English is my second language so sorry for the misspellings. Sorry if the title doesnt make sence but its the only things that comes to my mind.

Part two

You were walking through the airport suitcase in one hand and phone in the other. His number appears on the screen and a smile on your lips. His raspy voice telling you that he was waiting for you in the parking lot, just like you agree, even without seeing him you can sense his smile while he was talking. You hop on the passenger seat and he didn't let you close the door that he was already kissing you like his life deppen of it. His hands on your neck bringing you imposible close to him.

-Hi to you too.- Your voice sounds happy and your eyes close in case this was a dream, again.

-I miss you so fucking much.- Your breath mixing with each other and your noses touching.

-Me too, Charles.- No pet names were needed, that was the deal.

-Come on, the summer break await for us.- A little peck on your lips and the car was moving.

The ride to your destination was full of low music, your hand in his while Charles was driving and now and then he leaves kisses in your knuckles. No work related talk, it was too painful that way. In a moment of your relationship, even when you were friends, the two of us could talk about everything. Even a look could say all that was on your mind and the other would knew exactly what to do.

You two met so many years ago that you lost count. The chemistry was undeniable, the same silly jokes and pranks, the way you move in sync when you were together and even when you weren't together but in the same place, the fond smiles and shiny eyes. It was a matter of time for you two to end up together, or a matter of putting everything on the table. Either way you confess your love for each other the same day, even in that you were connected.

The memories bring a bittersweet smile to your face. In another time those exact memories would make you the most happy person on the planet but right now, after all those years, it didn't. From the corner of his eye Charles could see you and he could bet he knew what was on your mind, because of the look on your face. Because he had the same look when he thought of the two of you.

Everyone knows that you two love each other. Your familys, your common friends and the ones that were not common, even his fans kwen it. But sometimes love isn't enough, sometimes loving the other person so much that it doesn't fit in your body isn't enough. A whole year of relationship where you only saw him in his summer break, in his home grand prix and two other races where it. That was how long the relationship lasted.

You try to make those memories leave your head and live the moment. Your hand in his, Levitating from Dua Lipa playing in the background, your head moving side to side in sync to the rhythm of the song, his hair moving thanks to the breeze and the summer in the air. It was he and you for a couple of weeks. Nothing else, nothing more. You tell yourself that everything was going to be alright.

The first days were amazing, like always. Traveling from here to there in Europe, days with his family that love you like you were their own, nights with your mutual friends clubbing and having the time of your lifes. Dancing glue to each other, drunk kisses and hot sex all night in every sourfaces that you were capable making up for all those days that you weren’t in his arms.

His mum love you, love both of you and was the first one to be over the moon when you were together, but also was the first one to knew that this agreement or this kind of relationship, if you could call it like that, wasn't healthy and it will end bad.

Maybe it was that the two of you were growing up, becoming more mature persons or maybe you were more nostalgic than normal. But seeing him driving the boat with that bandana in his head, that one time it was yours, made you walk down memory lane and end up on the day that the two of you called it quits.

Your relationship was based on constant facetimes, calls and that was it. It was like you were 13 again and it was a virtual boyfriend. His busy schedule and your first year in the job of your dreams didn't let you see him often. You knew he needed someone that was free to be with him travelling the world, encouraging him, giving him a shoulder to cry in his bad days and to be there applauding him in his best days. In a few words he needed someone that was capable of being there for him all the way in his career, not on the other side of the word in a 4 walls office 24/7. You knew that person he needed wasn't you. But the blame, if there was someone to blame, wasn't all yours. Charles also knew that you need someone to be there for you when the days in the office weren't the best, when you arrive at your house exhausted and not on the other side of the phone, traveling across the world, when you cried your eyes out from stress. When you belittle yourself thinking you weren't enough and capable for your job. He knew that you deserved some better, someone who could be there for you.

When the words “I think that we should take a time apart.” were said and the other nodded . When the moment was so fucking sad, so fucking heart breaking, because the two of you came to the same conclusion. Sad tears running in your faces and salty kisses. A whole day to make the mourning of the love that wasn't enough holding each other in your arms agreeing to be friends and love each other no matter what. Only to find you in his sheets a couple of months later agreeing to be together only in the summer break and love you all those days and when the summer ends the two of you would go to their worlds with the memories of the summer. Because the thought of not being together at all hurt much more than being together only a season of the year.

A little peck on your lips brought you back to the present and his smiley face melted your heart. Out of impulse you cup his face and kiss him love and tenderly. From outside that scene appear to be two people who love the other wholeheartedly and were happy and it was true but at the same time you were two persons who had to accept the fact to love the other only in summer time.

Charles knew you were a clingy person when the two of you were alone, but not in public. So it came to his surprise that you were holding his hand all the time and stolen kisses here and there but he didn't complain about it. Moreover he was happy and a little sparkle ignite in his interior.

Days pass like leaves falling from trees in autumn. One day he took you for a ride on his bike, because he knew how much you like it, and to have a picnic to see the sunset. Cute date nights and walks on the beach. Breakfast in bed and coffee spilled on the white sheets thanks to a hot kissing session that ends in sex. Everything was like a fairytale but those only exist in books and movies. Real life hurts like hell and not everything could be like we want.

You made up your mind two days before when you woke up and his arms were hugging your naked body to his firm chest. You couldn't put it into words the feeling that ran through your body and that was when you knew what you had to do. This day was the last one before you had to leave for the real one, it was always bittersweet.

For some reason Charles woke up feeling the most lucky man in the world, he was happy. Walking from here to there in the yacht humming songs and loving the way the sun kisses his skin. A complete breakfast on the table and kisses all over your face to wake up. Sex before and after breakfast, swimming in the cristal water and photos of the other in their galleries that would never leave your phones. You walk around with your hair wet in his favorite t-shirt and a red bandana in your ankle, nothing else nothing more.

After lunch you were sleeping in the front of the yacht with that red bikini that made him lose his mind and he was by your side. His legs flexed, his arm in your waist and his face hid in your neck. Your legs on top of his, your arms on top of his and your head lean on his. The two of you were like a puzzle that fit perfectly, but that didn't mean anything. Hour passes and you wake up, his left hand in your boob and yours on top of it, his face in your chest and your legs tangled. His face is clear of concern, smooth features a little sunburned, and you run your fingers tracing paths with his moles. The same feeling of two days ago appeared again and the only thing you could do was swallow the lump in your throat.

Charles seems to wake up and get you closer to his body, so close that you end up on top of him. Talking in his native language and raspy voice almost made you break into tears. He senses it and looks at you concern. -Il y a un problème, ma belle?

You shake your head with your eyes closed. -Don’t do that Charles, no pet names. We promise.- If you were with your eyes oppended you could see how he rolled his.

-Tell me what's wrong, please.- His seat up with you on his lap. His hands on your back and your chest close. The worry in his voice breaks your heart.

-We can't keep doing this. It's breaking us inside. Is breaking me inside.- Your words make him move away and frown his brows.

-What are you talking about?- You tried to get up from his lap and he grabbed your waist so you stayed still. -Don't do this for a second time, please.

-You need to let me go emotionally and physically, Charles.- He put his hands up and you started walking around, something you do when you are nervous.

-Why?- His eyes burning your figure.

-Because it's the healthiest thing to do. We can't keep doing this to each other. We can't keep fooling ourselves and you know it. You mean everything to me but I can't keep doing this. Every time I leave you after summer, I rip my heart out and I don't think I can keep suffering it.- Your eyes full of tears and your hands shaking a little.

-You think that it's easy for me? That all this it's easy?- You shake your head. -It 's not! Sometimes I dream about us and it seems so real, and when I fucking wake up I see the harsh reality THAT I DONT HAVE YOU COMPLETLY.- He was standing up and looking at you with red eyes.

-That is what I’m saying. Don't you see? This fucking situation is killing us. I know what you want from me and you know what I want from you but wanting something and having something it's not the same thing.- He looks at you without saying anything.

-Do you still love me?- You almost laugh at his question.

-How could you ask me that?- Charles looked at you in disbelieve.

-Because you are standing there, breaking my heart all over again that's why I’m asking you that.- You were trying so hard not to cry.

-Of course I still love you, just like the first day. But sometimes that's not enough. We agreed something years ago hoping that that way it didn't hurt that much but the only thing we agreed on was to prolong the heart break and make it bigger.- You took little steps towards him.

-I know you are right but don't want you out of my life. I dont think I’m capable of that.- His voice was so low and the look in his eyes was like a lost puppy.

-Its for the best Charles. I don't want to keep hurting you and me. It's not fair that we can only love each other for a couple of days out of 365 days a year.

-There’s nothing we can do?- His and your eyes were full of tears and his words broke you and seeing you cry made him cry.

-I won't let you give up your career to be with me and you won't let me give up my career to be with you. We love each other that much and we are fools for thinking that this would end well.- He closes the gap between the two of you.

-I can't believe I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Will you let me love you the time we have left?- Charles put his hands in your face and you nod.

The hours left of that day were spent with salty kisses, tears in each others body and sad and slow sex where not even an inch of distance could be beetween you two, your skins touching trying to became one or trying to remember the other for the rest of your lives, hands running through your bodies to remember it even with the eyes closed. You kiss his tears away and his kiss yours. The ride to the airport was in silence and fast but Charles held your hand in his glued to his chest, he was lost in his thoughts and you in yours. Getting used to the idea of not seeing or being with the other anymore, just the couple of minutes that you got together in the car and then that was it, all over again.

He parked the car, took your suitcase out and without saying anything you started walking to the airport door. He watches you walk away from his life but his brain screams to kiss you just one more time. Just like an addict, one more fix and that was it. Charles grabs your wrist and stamps a kiss on your lips like he did at the start of the summer break in his car, all those days ago, but this time it was full of sadness and love. He holds you close, but not too close. Just enough for you to count his slowing breaths, but not too much so that you’ll hear the slow cracking of his heart.

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hello mirto, i hope you’re doing well! i’m relatively new to your blog but it’s already one of my favorites. i don’t see many gintama accounts as of now and your writing is on another level. seriously— i binge read though all your works AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. AND ALL THE TAKASUGI ONES ARE SO GOOD, ALL OF THEM ARE. im literally obsessed with your writing and am so glad i was able to find your account. i’m not good with writing requests but i was wondering if you could write a drabble or story with katsura smut. if you don’t want to, it’s fine! i just mostly wanted to thank you for your writing! please take care of yourself! again, thank you so much for your time and work! stay safe, happy, and healthy! 💗

Greetings, anon! Thank you so much for the support omg, I truly am grateful ;-; I started watching Gintama fairly recently and I was so hooked that I knew I wanted to write about it! This is my first time writing for a character from the show that isn't Takasugi and I really hope I did well. Katsura is the reason why I started watching this show, he is actually my favorite character alongside Takasugi, they are both really precious to me. And so receiving your request made me really excited, yet scared ahaha I hope I got him down well enough! Feel free to ask for more requests in the future and I'll do my best!

Once again, thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a lot to me 💜 Hope you have a wonderful day, please enjoy!

Katsura x Fem!Reader

Plot: While Katsura searches for a runaway Elizabeth, he comes across a hostess who's caught in the middle of a fight. Saving her life, he takes them in as she not-so reluctantly tries to pay him back.

Warnings: Smut up ahead, Minors Do Not Interact! Some mentions of violence too and of coursse, my horrible jokes that deserve warnings.

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Where are you?"

It was your typical Saturday night. People would be out and about, finding entertainment in the various nightclubs and restaurants of Edo, while Katsura Kotarou was roaming the streets, a bag full of croquette sandwiches in his hand. "Elizabeth! It's time to go home now!" He'd call out while examining every back allley he came across.

It had been two days since Elizabeth had ran away from home and while he wasn't particularly worried at first, part of him begun to fear for the wellbeing of his beloved companion. What if she hadn't ran away? What if someone took her to harm him? Last time a similar thing had happened, he had asked of Gintoki and the rest of Yorozuya to assist him. Asking for their aid again, he knew he'd face resistance, considering how last time he thought she was kidnapped, that was far from the truth. And so, Katsura begun to search for her on his own.

"Elizabeth, I even bought you croquette sandwiches! If you are here, let's go home." The man was getting more and more desperate with each time he called out to her. It was his fault, how she left, really. She had continuously expressed her disappointment over never eating anything other than soba noodles to him and yet he never stopped bringing them home to her. The last sign he saw her holding, contained the message "Maybe Gin-san has some leftovers", even including a sad face next to it. That Gintoki, always flexing his unhealthy eating habits, how could he even call himself a samurai when all he ate was parfaits? Still, maybe it wouldn't hurt to indulge once in a while and that was the exact reason why Katsura had bought this delicacy for Elizabeth. Perhaps that would make her forgive him.

Entering yet another dark alleyway, Katsura stood still for a while, considering his options. Maybe she really was taken by criminals after all, he'd think to himself while sulking. Clenching the bag around his fingers, he turned around, when he spotted a familiar figure. Elizabeth! She was standing in the middle of the street, waving her hands up and down towards his direction. Without hesitation, Katsura ran up to her, waving his hands right back at her.

"Elizabeth, I'm so glad to see you too! Look, I got you some-" As he approached her he noticed the frantic expression of her face. Even when he stood right in front of her she was waving at him towards their right. "What is wrong, Elizabee-" Before he could even finish calling her name, Elizabeth took hold of his hand as she dragged him with her.

Having no choice but to follow her, Katsura let her guide him towards the backstreet of a hostess club. Catching his breath, he was about to scold her for her actions, when the sudden scream of a woman caught his attention. Turning to face the direction of the sound, he spotted the silhouettes of five men that surrounded a woman. It was dark and so Katsura couldn't really see their faces but there was no mistaking it, that girl was in danger.

As he got closer, he could hear the men clearly, as they shoved the woman between them, slapping her and even kicking her with each toss.

"You no good whore, you think you can talk back to us? Haven't they taught you that the customer's always right?"

"That's what happens when you use that pretty little mouth of yours on things other than sucking." One of them said as he punched her jaw. The girl was crying, unable to do a thing but suffer in their hands. Clenching his fist around his sword, Katsura knew he had seen enough, he had to do something. Handing the bag to Elizabeth, he saw her holding a sign that said "Thank you, now go save her!", ushering him to help the girl.

"Don't you think that the five of you ganking up against a woman is a cowardly action?" He asked, revealing himself to the men, his fist tight against his sword's hilt.

"Who the fuck are you? Some sort of street vigilante? Piss off." One of the men said, making the others laugh in response.

"I'm not a vigilante, I am Katsura." He said as he drew his sword from its seath. "And I won't let the likes of you harass innocent women like this." Finishing his sentence, Katsura rushed to the man closest to him, slashing his sword forwards in a rapid movement. The man immediately shrieked, covering his now bloody cheek with his hands as he took a few steps back.

"My eye! My eye! What have you done?" He went on frantically while the others seemed to sober up, looking at their friend in shock.

"Next time I see you assault civilians, it won't be just the eye." Katsura said in a commanding voice, taking a step closer to the group of men. As they looked at one another, he heard them briefly discuss their options, before they decided to run away from him and the girl, going on about how it was't worth it.

"You'll pay for this!" The injured man said as he got dragged away by his friends, disappearing into the darkness.

Once they were out of sight, Katsura sheathed his sword, walking towards the girl, who was lying on the ground. Kneeling next to her, he nudged her softly, asking her if she could hear him. The girl remained still, not reacting to neither his voice nor his touch. Reluctantly, Katsura took ahold of her head while inspecting her carefully. Her entire face was bruised up and bloody, scratches covering up her otherwise appealing features.

"Those guys..." He muttered to himself, feeling enranged that such people stained the streets of Edo. There had always been sleazy men, there was no point denying that, but ever since the Amanto took over, it had only gotten worse. If only those Shinsengumi stopped going after a devoted patriot like himself and focused on actually helping the people of this country, Katsura pondered.

There was no point trying to wake the girl up at that point, he thought, looking down at her. She was unconscious and even if she woke up, her injuries would only get in the way. Turning around, his eyes searched for Elizabeth, as he beckoned her to come closer. He just couldn't leave this girl behind, not when others could take advantage of her state. Katsura had no choice but to take her with him.

"Elizabeth, come help." His companion quickly complied, rushing to his side, as he placed the girl's arm around his shoulder. Carefully, he lifted her up while Elizabeth took hold of her other side, balancing her between them. Once she was up and standing, the three of them begun to walk away from the scene, making their way back home.

The next morning, you found yourself waking up in an unfamiliar environment as you opened your eyes. Bright light pierced right through your eyes, forcing you to roll to your side in an attempt to avoid it. Before you could register what was happening, you felt sharp pain penetrate through your entire body, making you whimper out loud. Hesitantly, you turned back the other way, blinding light being the better choice in comparison to excruciating pain. Once you were laying flat against the floor, you noticed something, rather someone looking down at you while holding a sign that spelled "Are you okay?".

Blinking repeatedly, you took a good look at the person in front of you, only to realize that this "person" was rather a gigantic looking bird. Just what had happened to you? Was this a dream? Had you hit your head last night? Or was this an actual living bird staring down at you while inquiring of your wellbeing?

"You are finally awake!" (Bethesda please don't sue me for copyright infringement) You heard the voice of a man as you did your best to turn around. Unable to lift your head, you could only watch as the man approached you, kneeling besides you. Once you were able to take a better look at him, you gasped in awe; the man was exceptionally beautiful. He had silky long black hair that perfectly framed his large olive brown hues. His expression, although serious, was so gentle that for a second you wondered if the man next to you was of royal origin.

"I... where am I? What happened?" You managed to say in a hoarse voice. Even talking was painful.

"You were being assaulted in a back alley. Elizabeth and I found you and brought you home with us. Do you remember anything?" Squinting your eyes, you tried your best to remember what had transpired the previous evening. As if in a slideshow, random images begun to appear before you as you tried to piece them together.

"They were customers." You managed to say, this time in a clearer voice. "I... they forgot to pay and so I..." Shaking your head, you tried to shake the pain away with it. "I followed them but then they started pushing me around. Then it got black, that's all I remember."

"They shouldn't even call themselves men..." You heard the man say as he brought his two fists onto his lap, clenching them together. For a moment, his expression hardened as he looked away, obviously agitated by your response. After a while of him staying like this, the man turned to face you once again, his expression easying into his previous gentle one. "Is there anything you need? You must be hungry right? Are you also thirsty? Probably, and perhaps you'd also need some clean clothes, right?"

You tried your best to say that you were fine, but before you could utter a single word, the man was on his two feet, making his way towards the door.

"You are my savior... thank you." That's all you could manage to tell the strange man, as he turned around to face you one last time.

"Eizabeth will stay with you, ask her if you need anything while I'm gone. And I am not your savior, I am Katsura." The man said, as he walked through the door.

So that was Katsura, you thought to yourself. And this must be...Elizabeth? You wondered as you glanced over at the giant bird who was sitting by your side. Noticing your stare, she waved her wings at you, making you smile in return. They were an interesting lot for sure, you thought right before falling asleep once again.

The next time you opened your eyes, it was already nightfall. The only source of light in the empty room was that of the moonlight, sneaking right past the shutters. Carefully, you propped yourself onto your elbows. The pain was still there but you'd already start recovering. As you begun to get accustomed to the dark, something else caught your attention, a smell. Someone was cooking food. You hadn't even realized how hungry you were until your stomach responded to the delicious aroma.

Slowly, you got up on both feet, managing to drag yourself towards the half closed door of the room. Opening it, you saw Katsura and Elizabeth sitting around a simmering pot, watching it intently as it boiled while ocassionally tossing more ingredients in it. Unable to keep yourself up on both feet, you stumbled, falling against the door frame. Cringing, you tried your best to regain your balance while Katsura ran to your aid. Offering his hand, you shook it off. He had already done more than enough by taking someone like you in.

Making your way towards the table, you took a seat next to Elizabeth, who was holding the same sign she did earlier.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just... I don't think I can walk just yet." You admitted your own defeat while looking at the pot in front of you. The color seemed kinda off and there were lots of unidentified ingredients floating on the surface. Still, it smelled divine to someone who hadn't eaten a thing in two days. " What is, this?" You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted to eat. So I got a bit of everything and put it in there. It has rice and meat and fish, of course it also has soba and as Elizabeth insisted, croquette sandwich." Katsura explained as you looked at him in confusion. Why would anyone put all that stuff in a single hot pot?

"You don't like hot pots?" He asked you as he picked up on your puzzled expression. Quick to deny his claims, you nodded negatively, shaking your hands in a dramatic way.

"No, I love them! Thank you so much, Katsura. You too, Elizabeth."

"Let me add one final ingredient before you start digging in." Watching intently, you saw Katsura manifesting a bunch of Nmaibo packagings out of thin air. Well, at least that's what it looked like, considering the one thing he did was reach inside his sleeves. Leaning over the pot, he crushed the Nmaibo before tossing the powder inside the mix, giving it a good stir. You tried your best to hide your repulsion and confusion, pressing your lips together in a thin line. Even if the man before you was the very man whom you owed your life to, there was no doubt, his culinary skills lacked.

Still, you didn't want to offend him and so you eagerly grabbed onto the bowl he offered you. Dipping your spoon inside the soup, you brought it to your lips. Although the combination of tentacles, beef, nmaibo and whatever spice Katsura had thrown in was definitely weird, it wasn't too unpleasant to taste. Not that you had a particularly refined palate either, but the food turned out to be quite tasty.

"How is it?" Katsura asked you once you had taken more than a few bites.

"It's delicious! Thank you for the food, you really are my savior!" You exclaimed while swallowing a mouthfull.

"No, Elizabeth, it was the Nmaibo that made it tasty, not the croquette sandwich. I can't even believe you made me put such a thing in it. Maybe we should go back to eating soba noodles."

Turning to face them, you noticed Elizabeth holding a sign above her head that spelled "She liked it because of the croquette sandwich". Upon hearing Katsura's words, Elizabeth erased her sign, keeping the words "croquette sandwich" only, but this time a row of exclamation marks followed the word sandwich. Katsura kept opposing her, talking about how simple and refined tastes were the way to go, about how a samurai shouldn't indulge in such modernities and about how Elizabeth should stop interacting with a certain man named Gintoki. You kept eating your food in silence while watching the two of them argue over things, the debate between them getting more and more heated as they even slapped down on the table.

Before you knew it, you begun chuckling at the sight of them, squinting your eyes in amusement. Being able to eat like this, watching these two strangers fight one another over such trivial matters, you got reminded of what it used to be like when you were nothing but a young girl, dining with your own family.

Your sudden burst of laughter made the two of them stop as they turned to face you, confused by your reaction, as they expected an answer.

"N-nothing I'm sorry! It's just that... looking at you reminded me of my home, my own family. My siblings used to fight like that over food as well."

"There's nothing to fight over, as long as Elizabeth fixes her eating habits." Katsura stated before shooting a mean look at Elizabeth. "Speaking of your home and family though, who are you? We don't even know your name."

"My name is Y/N. I work at the Wisteria hostess club near Kabukicho district. My family is in the country side, I came to Edo by myself in order to support them. I... I'm not particularly good at anything, but entertaining customers is an easy job and I can at least provide for them like this."

"So that's what you meant by customers earlier. I see, it must be hard for such a young woman to work in an environment full of sleazy men. And to think that you are only here in order to provide for you family... I am so sorry Y/N." Katsura said with a serious voice. Even the way he called out your name was extremely formal, as if he was addressing a general, rather than a girl of your status. He was too kind and soft spoken, and for sure, a hostess like you didn't deserve such kindness.

"Don't worry about it, it really is fine. Most of our customers are polite enough, such inconveniences are rare. Besides, it's always the customer who's right, we can only bow our heads and treat them with respect." That was the harsh reality of being a hostess. No one would thank you, no one would apologize even if they were wrong. To most people, girls like you were lesser than humans, they were just products they could use and abuse before throwing away. You didn't particularly mind it, besides it was the line of work you had chosen for yourself. However looking at what a truly kind man looked like, you couldn't help but wish there was a chance that one day, you'd be able to wed such a man yourself. Even if the possibility was dim, a girl of humble origin such as yourself, could only dream.

"But this is wrong! Just because you work as a hostess, you shouldn't let people trample you down. You should keep your head up high, not bow down in the face of injustice! If they are wrong, they should apologize, if they are entertained, they should be thankful. Men who look down on women like this don't belong in our Edo, such inequity doesn't belong in our country!" Widening your eyes in awe, you watched as Katsura got up, bringing his fists back down against the table violently. You had never seen someone speak up like this, not about something that you had taken for granted your entire life, at least. His words were ever so passionate, speaking of the country you lived in with such endearment while contempting the acts of these men. You could tell this wasn't the face of an ordinary passerby who came to your rescue, no, this was the face of a man who truly cherrished his country and his ideals.

"Th-thank you. No one has ever considered us as humans, not even once. You are a good man, Katsura, I wish there were more men like you out there." Even if you thanked him a million times, it was still not enough for what he had done for you. This wasn't the first time these men had caused trouble to you and the other girls, however if he hadn't saved you, who knew how far they were willing to go. The scars on your body were still fresh, but hearing Katsura's speech managed to mend the scars in your soul, even by a little bit. He was right, you shouldn't bow your head to the likes of them, however living by this code of life was a luxury you could never afford.

"Don't mention it, Y/N. Although there aren't many of us left, there will always be people to defend Edo with their swords, leading life with honor and integrity. No Bakufu or Amanto can take that away from us." Katsura said as he sat back down. "Now let's eat, hot pot should be enjoyed while it's warm."

The rest of the evening went by in relative quietness. While Katsura and Elizabeth exchanged a few words here and there, you ate in silence, appreciating the calmness while it lasted. It was too late to go back to the bar today -plus even if you wanted to, you couldn't carry yourself around just yet- but come tomorrow, you'd be taking your leave. Being a nuisance to the man who had saved your life was the last thing you wanted to do.

Once you'd finished eating, Katsura gathered the plates up, taking them to the kitchen. You wanted to assist him but once again, your body was too weak for that. He had already done so much for you, yet all you could do was accept his kindness. Sighing, you propped your chin on your elbows. You couldn't help but feel as if you were taking advantage of him. Noticing your sigh, Elizabeth nudged you, waving a sign in front of you that asked you what was wrong.

"It's nothing... I just feel bad about being unable to return yoour kidnness. Perhaps once this is all over, you can come over to the bar and I can treat you two."

Nodding in agreement, Elizabeth changed her sign into one that said: "I'm going to buy something sweet. Tell Katsura I'll be away for a while, but don't tell him where I go."

Smiling at her, you patted her arm softly. "This will be our secret, don't worry about it. Take care!"

A short while after Elizabeth had left, Katsura returned to the room, looking around him in confusion. "She had something to take care of, don't worry about it." You immediately tried to justify her absence but he was having none of it.

"I'm sure she went to the candy store again. Ugh, she is incorrigible! She didn't even ask me if I wanted anything." You expected to hear yet another lecture about why eating sweets was against the samurai code, however listening to the man complain about not getting any himself, made you laugh out loud.

"I'm sure she'll bring you some too. Elizabeth is as considerate as you are, Katsura."

"She'd better... Erm I mean, she shouldn't! I'd never succumb to such temptations." He said with a scoff. Hearing him deny his previous claims made you laugh even more. For a man who wanted to upkeep his own values, he sure was wavering a lot.

"It's getting late, you must be exhausted, right? Let me help you up." Once again, without awaiting your response, Katsura rushed to your aid. Placing his arm around you, he dragged you onto your feet. You wrapped your left arm around his neck, as he helped you walk towards the bedroom. Using him as a crutch, you managed to reach the futon with ease. Although walking wasn't as hard for you anymore, a shameless part within you enoyed the feeling of receiving care from him. His warmth was so inviting and you couldn't help but linger a bit more against him.

As Katsura was about to bring you down with him, you lost your balance, falling hard against his body while he barely managed to keep you steady. Except now his hand was cusping your chest while your face was inches away from his. Looking up at him, you noticed his cheeks flushing red in an instant, as he looked back at you with wide eyes. Before you could register what had happened, Katsura let go of you, causing you to fall on the floor with somewhat of a thump.

Apologetically, he dropped on the floor next to you, chanting repeatedly "I'm sorry" as he helped you sit down on the futon. The sudden fall made your body ache in pain but the one thing you could think of was the way his hand held onto your tits just seconds before. His face was still beetroot red, even when he was apologizing to you. This wasn't the first time a guy had groped you like this, however it was the first time someone was blushing so hard because of it. Katsura was quite the endearing type, you noted to yourself, unable to hide your smile.

"Are you okay? I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you fall. Or touch you in such an improper manner."

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." You said in an attempt to brush his concerns off. The pain was still there, but it wasn't enough to concern Katsura with it.

"Well, if that's the case... I'll be going now-" Stopping his words, you moved your hand onto his lap, patting down on it softly. Katsura, who was about to get up at the time, stopped moving as his stare traveled all the way down to your hand.

"Can't you... stay with me?" You hesitantly asked him while rubbing your hand against his knee softly. Katsura's blush kept getting bigger as his eyes intently watched your every move, too shocked to say a thing. "I'd like to thank you for all that you've done for me. You were right, such foul men shouldn't get to treat us hostesses like that. Why should we even service them if they don't deserve it?" You went on as you kept rubbing him, raising your hand higher onto his thigh. "I don't have anything in my name and I could never pay you back. But if you let me, I could at least try to return your kindness the way I know how. Will you let me do that for you, Katsura?"

The man before you was staring back at you in disbelief. He didn't exactly pull away from your touch, but he was standing still as a statue. Smiling at him softly, you leaned towards him, placing a soft kiss on his lips while you kept on caressing him.

"Y-y-you really don't need to do that! I was just doing my duty, like every other conscientious citizen would have. There's really no need for you to a~AH!" Katsura whined as your hand made its way towards his crotch, palming the clothed area. As you did, you could already feel him tensing up under your fingertips.

"But I insist. Besides, you are reacting to my touch so nicely. It'd be shameless of me to not thank you properly. No one is as kindhearted as you are, Katsura." You went on as you started applying more pressure. Even though he tried to push you away with his words, you could tell that he was enjoying your touches.

"I... I guess that is fine." He admitted in defeat, looking at the floor in an attempt to hide his blushing expression. Flashing a grin, you moved closer to him, bumping your knees against his as you brought one hand to his face. Brushing his cheek with the back of your palm, you could feel the heat underneath your fingers. You couldn't even fathom how cute he was.

Katsura lifted his head slightly in order to face you, his eyes refusing to lock in with yours. "You have such a pretty face. Your eyes are so gentle, just looking at you makes me feel all warm." Bringing your lips to his, you kissed him again, this time more firmly. His lips were as soft as you'd imagine them to be and while they weren't as inviting, you could tell that he begun reciprocating as he kissed you back. Hesitantly, Katsura placed one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Although he was quite careful, you could still feel the pain cutting through you like a knife, making you twitch ever so slightly.

"Are you sure you are okay? What if you get even more hurt?" Katsura broke away from you, his eyes looking at you with evident concern. Shaking your head, you tried your best to feign a smile.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." You said in a reassuring tone.

Looking down at your own body, you noticed for the first time the state of your clothes. They were all muddy and the fabric was quite worn out too, most likely by the fall. Getting kicked around in an alleyway was not the most pleasant experience. Placing your two hands around your kimono's belt, you glanced up at Katsura. Untying it hastily, you let it drop onto the futon, exposing your naked form to him. You could tell there was a handful of bruises covering you up, yet you were unsure of the extend of the damage. Taking ahold of Katsura's hand, you placed it on top of your thigh as you stared deep into his eyes.

"Would you like to touch me?"

"I...uh..." Nervously he tried to give you an answer but all he managed to do was blush even further, averting his gaze from you.

"It's fine if you don't want to, I know the bruises must be quite unappealing for you to see. Instead I can just-" You started to say as you picked up your kimono in an attempt to cover up yourself, when you felt Katsura's hand trailing up to your chest. Placing his hand on top of your breast, you felt him cusping them softly.

"I-I want to touch you. Your bruises aren't something you should be ashamed of." He said firmly as he managed to look into your eyes. He was too kind, you thought to yourself yet again.

While he kept his one hand squeezing you tightly, his other hand roamed your body freely, feeling each and every of your curves up. His touch sent chills up your spine, the sound of your breathing being the only audible sound in the room. The way he touched you was unlike anything you'd previously experienced. While you didn't really sleep with customers too often, the ones you had been with had always been rough and aggressive with you, claiming you with their hands as if you belonged to them. You appreciated the change of pace as for once, you found yourself in the hands of someone who knew how to savor you without treating you as if you were no more than a mere object. Even when you barely knew the man in front of you, being in his hands like this made you feel safe, protected even.

Letting him have his way with you for a bit, you brought your hands onto the belt of his kimono, tugging on it softly. Katsura stopped his movements as he stared at you. "May I?" You asked him, earning his permission in the form of a nod. Swiftly, you managed to undo it, letting it drop around his waist as your hands pushed the fabric of his kimono to the side. Gaining access to his body, you placed your hands flat against his chest, feeling his toned muscles underneath your fingertips.

Katsura's moves had come to a complete halt as he let you touch him, looking at you intently before placing his hand on yours. You looked up into his eyes briefly, as he captured your lips with his, prying your mouth open with his tongue. The way he kissed you was gentle, yet steady and you could feel that he was finally letting himself enjoy the moment. Closing your eyes, you savored the moment, savored him, all the while fooling yourself that this stranger wasn't just a guy who had saved you, that you weren't just a damsel in distress who tried her best to thank her savior. You were fooling yourself that in that moment, this man cherished you as much as you cherished him, that in this moment you weren't simply returning a favor to him, that in this moment, this was real.

Pulling back for air, you smiled softly at Katsura. His eyelids were half shut, face all flustered as he was still enticed by the kiss you had shared. Even his lips were shaped in a faint pout, beckoning you for another kiss. Instead, your hand made its way onto his hair, feeling the softness of it as ebony strands fell in between your fingers. Even in your line of work, you had never come encountered someone whose hair was as silky smooth.

Slowly, you used your other hand to push his kimono off his shoulders. The way his dark strands cascaded upon his bare shoulders, made him look even more mesmerizing than before, you thought to yourself as you kept petting him.

Katsura had surrendered himself to your touching, practically letting you have his way with him. Keeping one of your hands attached to his hair, you used your other hand to reach down below onto his cock. Realizing how aroused he already was by your gentle caresses, you couldn't help but smile.

"You are so responsive to my touch already, Katsura. I wonder if you'll be as compliant even if I do this." Placing your hand around the base of his cock, you started stroking it sensually, making Katsura immediately moan loudly. "Do you like this? Should I keep on going?" You asked as you kept running your hand all over his length.

"Y-yes please, it feels so-sso good." Katsura admitted as he kept on making sounds. You could tell that he had trouble looking at you, considering how he kept shutting his own eyelids, even going as far as to cover his face with both of his palms.

Removing your hand from his hair, you cusped it over his hand gently, making him uncover his face. Even though part of you wanted to tease him for his reactions, looking at his messed up state only made you squeal on the inside. He was so adorable.

"Katsura, don't be embarassed. Don't hide your pretty face from me and please, keep it up with your lovely sounds. I want to know how good I make you feel. Besides, this is my thanks to you, remember?"

Nodding at your words, he let his hands fall onto his sides while you brought your own hand back onto his head once again, patting it lightly. "Thank you. You are such a good boy." You complimented him with a genuine smile.

"Th-thank you." He mumbled, doing his best to keep his eyes on you.

Satisfied with his compliance, you turned your attention back to his cock. Wrapping one hand around the base, you begun pumping him up and down, slowly yet steadily. He was quite average in size yet because of this, he fit just perfectly in your palm. As you kept stroking him, you let your other hand travel onto his balls, squeezing them softly as if to massage them. The second you touched him there, Katsura jerked a bit away from you grasp, whimpering out loud.

"Do you like it that much when I touch you like this?" Unable to answer, Katsura nodded positively, encouraging you to keep going.

As your fingers kept stroking him, you noticed some precum leaking from his tip. Gathering it up with your index, you brought your finger to your lips before smiling at him. Katsura parted his lips slightly in awe as he watched you suck on your own finger. Making an exaggerated 'mmm' sound, you let it pop out of your mouth, showing it off to him.

"You taste so good in my mouth, Katsura." You said as you licked your bottom lip teasingly. "Can I have some more?"

"Please do." He whispered quietly.

The second your lips touched the tip of his cock, you felt him twitch against your tongue. Pushing your head against his length, you took as much of him as you could in your mouth. With your tongue, you savored every last inch of him, curling it around his cock as you felt him throb. Katsura kept making rather obscene sounds, responding to your every move obediently, letting low groans and more high pitched moans evade his lips. You had so effortlessly made a mess out of it and while you were glad that you were able to pay back his kindness, part of you couldn't help but feel pride.

As you kept going, you were surprised to notice that in between his moaning, he was actually calling out your name, ushering you to keep going. Glancing up at him, you locked your eyes with his as you started going faster, bobbing your head up and down on his length, feeling him hit the back of your throat with every movement. Reacting to your pace, Katsura kept calling your name out, louder each time until his words turned into an incoherent slurring. You could tell that if you kept going like this it wouldn't be too long until he'd finish and so, you pulled back away from him softly, keeping only one hand around his cock.

Taking his right hand into yours, you placed it on top of your head as he lowered his gaze. "Katsura, you can cum now if you want. You've been so good for me... please let me taste you, mhm? And... please keep calling out my name."

Not waiting for a response, you lowered your head once again until your lips fell upon his tip. Taking it into your mouth, you started to suck on his skin, playfully grazing your teeth around his head. Reacting to your touch, Katsura shaped his hand into a fist as he pulled onto your hair lightly. Catching you by surprise, Katsura grabbed onto your hair as he pushed your head forcefully, making you choke around his length. Momentarily you glanced up at him in awe; this was so unexpected of him. Katsura kept his grip on you as he guided your head up and down, essentially fucking your mouth. Although you liked how gentle and obedient he had previously been, you'd be lying to yourself if you claimed that the way he handled you now wasn't turning you on.

Following his instructions, you let him set the pace as you kept your eyes glued to his face. His head was sllightly tilted backwards, enjoying every last bit of pleasure you were offering him. Even though you could feel him slowly come undone, you realized that he was still following your order, chanting your name repeatedly in a breathy tone.

"Y/N, you feel so... so good around me. I'm going to...I'm going to..."

Not too long after, you felt his grip tightening as his cock begun twitching and throbbing around your lips. You kept at the same pace, until you finally felt him spilling his cum in your mouth. His taste was slightly salty and metallic, yet not particularly unpleasant. With a few final pumps, he let himself pop out of your mouth as you were left gasping for air, drool and cum leaking out of your lips. Katsura opened his eyes to look at you, his chest going up and down as he panted. Although you were the one doing all the job, you could tell he was also out of breath.

Lifting yourself back onto your knees, you swirled your tongue around your lips, gathering as much of his cum as you could before swallowing it down. Katsura's hand begun stroking your head softly, repeating small thank you's as he rode his high. Even now, he was as polite and courteous as ever. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to indulge in this feeling, it was rare for someone to thank you for your services, even after doing a good job. The way he pet your head like that, made you feel warm on the inside as if he was caressing your heart instead. It felt so nice to receive his affection, it had been such a long time since you'd last felt the genuine affections of a man.

Once Katsura regained his composure, he retracted his hand, quickly tying his kimono back around his body. Following suit, you begun dressing up as well, while Katsura got up. Puzzled, your stare followed him as he briefly exitted the room, coming back with a clean towel. The man sat besides you, taking your face in between his hands as he gently wiped the remaining cum off your lips and jaw. Locking eyes with his, you couldn't help but feel your heart fluttering a bit at his gesture. Such kindness... you were unworthy of it. Even when you tried you pay him back, you were finding yousrelf owing much more to him than before.

Taking a final look at your face, Katsura smiled softly before pulling the towel away from you. Leaning towards you, he placed a soft peck upon your lips, smiling away shyly right afterwards.

"You... you should stay longer if you want. At least until your wounds heal up." He muttered underneath his breath.

Although you knew that by doing so, you'd be unable to ever pay him back, a part of you wanted to accept his offer. You wanted to stay there with him, you wanted to learn more about him, you wanted to allow yourself the luxury of loving someone like him. Even if you weren't worthy, even when it made no sense, a humble girl like you couldn't help herself but selflshly reach out to him. Placing your hand on his right cheek, you brushed a loose strand of hair out of the way, rubbing your thumb against his skin. You could tell that he was blushing underneath your touch, yet this time you were certain that your cheeks were tinted red as well. Smiling at him softly, you nodded positively. Perhaps staying a few more days wouldn't be so bad, you thought to yourself.

Forcing the two of you out of your trance, Katsura and you jumped away from each other as Elizabeth entered the room, two bags on one hand as she held onto a sign with her other one.

"What are you doing?" The sign spelled.

"N-nothing! I was just helping her sleep, I mean... escorting her to her room! We didn't, I didn't!" Katsura frantically tried to explain, waving his hands in a dramatic manner. "And whats with the bags? Elizabeth, don't tell me you brought back sweets again! Let me see, let me see!" He said before jumping onto his feet, making his way towards Elizabeth who started running around the room.

"Elizabeth! Come here!" You heard Katsura yell as he chased her through the room.

Enjoying the sight of their bickering, you allowed yourself to laugh heartily in amusement. Although you knew next to nothing about this strange duo, you got reminded of your family once again. Perhaps one day you could have a family like that of your own, perhaps... Shaking the thought away you scoffed at your own silliness. You could never afford to have such silly and selfish thoughs for yourself, yet maybe, maybe it was fine just this one time. Maybe it was fine to just watch them from up close. Maybe staying longer, wouldn't be that bad of an idea.

Hopefully this turned out good enough! While I love Katsura, I'm not used to writing about characters like him so I tried my best to capture his essence as a serious yet kindhearted yet lovable terrorist samurai. That's about it, once again thank you for the request, hope you liked this!

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purplerose244 · 3 years

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My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (1/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

Finally Nya's season! Our queen, our water goddess, our amazing girl gets what she deserves! 😍😍😍

What I know about the season beforehand is that Nya's powers apparently are getting problematic for some reasons? Which is a pretty common topic in other shows but it's a first in Ninjago, usually the elemental powers don't have focus and I LOVE that we now get to see stuff like that 💕💕💕

I know there should be Wojira involved, trusting The Island to deliver that little foreshadowing at the end of the episode 🤷‍♀️ Also Maya is back... MAYA IS FINALLY BACK AFTER SEVEN SEASONS YES!!! 😭😭😭

I have nothing else to say, I have no idea what this will bring, hopefully something as good as Master of the Mountain! 🖤

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

Warning reader, I might be fangirling to an extreme because I love mah girl Nya and I've been wanting Kai and Nya's parents to be back ever since Hands of Time ended. So yeah... screaming alert 😅

At this point I don't doubt that the intro is great, we reached such a level of animation and we got The Fold 😍😍 Love the marine vibe and how it's similar to The Island, because it's a great intro 👌

NOW I like the writing! Maybe they rushed the dialogue's quality for The Island to get here? It's just fun and in character, maybe it's just me but I'm enjoying it a lot for now

How many episodes are in this? Wiki says ten, then I checked again and it's sixteen like with Master of Mountain... eh, it looks good so far so it's fine whatever happens 🤷‍♀️

A BIG SPLASH

Oohhh, new villain! One that uses... flames... huh, does she know there's literally a master of fire in the ninja team? Eh whatever she looks cute, give it up for Miss Demeanor!! 👏👏

Wait... OMG IS THAT ERIN MATTHEWS??? WE GOT MACY!! ❤❤❤

Whoa, we're finding out where did the order of the vengestone from season 13 come from?? YAS! CONTINUITY!

Yep, there it is, Nya lost control... her attacks look so cool 😍

Lol that kid trying to be a nindroid and Zane being offended 😂😂 Sorry hun, you're that popular

Aaahhh, thank you Ninjago! You gave me back Nya the perfectionist 😂 I was worried her reaction to her powers wasn't going to be in character but it looks fair so far. Brings me back to Possession, my favorite season 💙💙💙

WE GOT BACK THE FACT THAT SHE CAN MAKE IT RAIN!!! YAS!!! I might be easy to please but I love these details 🤩

🤯🤯🤯 Okay they are definitely going somewhere this time and I LOVE IT, because wow. WOW. Are we actually addressing the forever questioned fact that wind and water weren't elements that Chen needed at the Tournament? Are we giving a reason for them to exist outside the main set of elements and the elemental masters?? Duuuude, season 15 don't let me stop you, keep going 😍

Mm, so water and wind are connected to Wojira (now I see the connection with the special). Are we setting the ground for a new master of wind? 😏😏 It's risky going for a Morro replacement but it's a super intriguing idea! Oooor Edgy Boy TM might come back? WHO KNOWS I'M CURIOUS ANYWAY 🤩

Love how it is universal knowledge that Nya is super indipendent 👌

YES YES FINALLY WE'RE TALKING ABOUT MAYA!!! 😍😍😍 Is it too much hoping into a Ray cameo as well?? Pleaaaase? Also addressing Krux after so many seasons, this feels exciting!! 😊

This is what I'm talking about, training, fighting scenes, show me everything that water goddess can do! 🌊🌊🌊

Aaahhh, Nya flexing her mightiness through anger, just to remind us that she is the descendant of a water master as much as of a fire master 😅

YES YES YES YES IT'S HAPPENING FINALLY AFTER SEVEN SEASON THE FIRE WATER PARENTS ARE FINALLY BACK!!! 🔥🌊🔥🌊🔥🌊 I'M SO HAPPY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG!!! 😭

RAY IS THERE TOO HECK YES!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 I shouldn't get this excited at only the first episode... WHO CARES RAY IS BAAAAACK!!! ❤❤❤

Omg Maya is definitely different from what I expected, turns out Kai's enthusiasm came from her 😂

Oh look at my flame babe 😍

He's so happy his parents are here, he's a total family man ❤❤❤

Nya is maaaaad... 😅

THERE SHE IS

WELCOME BACK JILLIAN I MISSED YOU 💚💚💚 Would it be too much having a "Your voice sounds familiar" moment with Maya and Lloyd? 😂

I'm so stoked for this! I want all the interactions I've missed for all of this time, asap!! HECK yes!! 😍😍😍😍

Oh, are we looking over the Miss Demeanor, vengestone situation? Mm... for now at least... WHO CARES FIRE WATER PARENTS!! 🔥🌊🔥🌊🔥🌊

THE CALL OF THE DEEP

Imma just slow clap for The Fold because this is another amazing intro, one of those things in this show that stays awesome no matter what happens 👍👍

So Maya gave Nya her discipline and perfectionism, but not the passion behind it 😂 I like this, it's not your conventional master of water, although I'd say it's different from the impression she gave me back in HoT. Maybe this is how she is when she's not trapped for fifty years? 😅😅

Is it too much asking for Kai and Ray bonding while the water women get the work done? 😅😅

Is this the sequel of Green Eggs and Ham?

Green Pancakes and Ham? 😂

Oh it's seaweed nevermind... at breakfast? I'm all for sushi rolls but this is a little 😅 Although since Maya missed their childhood she probably never cooked meals for them... how did I get myself sad 😢

Whoa, Maya is a strict teacher! I got flashbacks from my first and only dance lesson, teachers nitpicking every single pose, uuurrrggg I feel ya waterlily 😡

Again, not a fan of Misako, but coming from her the whole speech about wanting to be there for her child makes a lot of sense

Yes. YES.

YEEEEESSSS KAI AND RAY FAMILY BONDING THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED I'M GETTING ALL OF MY WISHES GRANTED FOR THIS ONE ❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤

AND MY FLAME BABE IS SO GLAD HE GOT HIS PARENTS!!! 😭😭😭

Lol with Kai's new hair they look even more related 🤣

Ray also sounds so happy he gets to have his moment with his son 😢 I feel so blessed in this moment 👍

Also this scene makes a lot of sense. Nya grew up to be indipendent, one that succeed in most of stuff without problems, she built her life without any help and doesn't look for it. Kai grew up more insecure, he got some walls up but loves to take care of others and be taken care of. With a childhood lost he looks forward to a bit of softness ❤❤

Did Maya make real bacon for that sandwich? Do I smell some favoritism? 😅 Or maybe she really wants Nya to get onto the water mind setting idk 🤷‍♀️

Little tiny complain, why isn't Jay doing the fixing? Did he give up mechanics completely? It feels like we haven't seen him do tech stuff in so long, I miss techy boy in action 😞

And no, having to check on the bathroom doesn't count 😅

Aww robot date 💜🤍💜🤍

AAAHH ROBOT DISASTER 😱😱😱 ZANE DANG IT YOU WERE DOING SO GOOD NOT TRYING TO DIE IN THE LAST TWO SEASONS!!

Oh that was weird, weird magic purple wave thingie?

I DID NOT ASK FOR A SEASON WITH A BEST GIRL AT THE EXPENCE OF ANOTHER BEST GIRL PIX DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS TO ME 😱😱😱😱😱

"Well this is troubling." I love this samurai so freaking much 💜💜💜

GUYS THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND EPISODE, I'M A LITTLE SCARED NOW 😢

Okay Nya admitting that something's wrong looking so apologetic, girl you don't need to do that you already own my heart 😭

Alright, I'm guessing this is Wojira's power or something, and they will have to go down below and find out why... just throwing this in, maybe Maya did something? Because she wanted to finally be with her family and needed an excuse? JUST A THEORY WITH NO BASE I REALLY HOPE I'M WRONG!!!

Okay, two episodes and I'm BEYOND engaged, let's keep it up! 😍

UNSINKABLE

Getting an idea how this episode might end already 😂😂

Look, I love best girl Pixal, but I'm kinda sad that she seems to be the only one tinkering at this point. Like, I saw Nya fix little stuff, while Jay dropped engineering altogether, I miss my engineers team 😭

Aww, the guys didn't want to crush Pixal's dream of an unsinkable boat 💜 But honestly yeah, I agree with Cole, this might end badly 😅😅

Thank goodness

I was worried they forgot about Jaya ❤💙❤💙 Jay is such a cutie omg

Nya: Mm, going on a potentially dangerous mission with unstable powers in the heart of my element or... mom's tofu pancakes... *yeets herself over the ship*

I'm making too many screenshots of the Smith family... WHO CARES THEY ARE BACK AND THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD!!! 😍😍😍😍

Aww Ray wants to play with his son and his friends so CUTE ❤❤❤ Still can't believe they play Prime Empire after everything that went down 😂😂

Whoa whoa whoa, Kai and Cole are sitting this one out? That's actually interesting, I'm pretty sure I saw Cole's scuba suit in the sets though so I didn't expect it... lol it's actually kinda fair that the two that used to be afraid of water aren't going 😂😂

Bet Kai is happy to stay behind because he gets to spend time with his dad 😭

Also studying the fire elementals?? Uhm, yes please?? TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT MY FLAME BABE!!! 😍😍😍😍

I'm sure this one scene...

... made so many lavashippers happy ❤🖤❤🖤 Cole you got Ray's blessing

Ninja team acting cool while Jay is being Jay, it's how it always goes, it's the entire show's description and I absolutely love it 😂 That wink though 💙

PIRATE ZANE IS BACK 😂😂😂 Haven't seen him since Possession, and this time he's not even malfunctioning 👌 Pixal is so done with his dorky boyfriend 😝

Of course Jay already has a ghost butler theory going on 😂

OF COURSE IT'S MAYA 😂😂

To be honest muffins would sold me too 😅 Not sure if she will make them out of tofu again though...

It's actually really interesting that we still haven't met the actual enemies, it does build up excitment! Very curious about these squid guys 👍

Well what do you know, the Unsinkable sank. Who would have thought?

... yeah same, sorry Pix 😅

FIVE THOUSANDS FATHOMS DOWN

Aaaahhh, Nya fixing stuff! That's more like it!! 😍😍

Oww, that one speech, I've been waiting for so long for that! Maya just wants to catch up with her daughter and it's not her fault she was separated from her children, but Nya did everything on her own with Kai. Only fair she isn't seeking for her help right now... still sad 😢

Pff, with this ninja team there's not a moment of privacy 😂😂

Maya cleaning his future son-in-law's laundry what the HECK 😂😂😂 To be fair Jay has a bit of a history of having to change underwears during sea travels 😝

Zane was attached to a battery? When?... are you talking about that one scene in Prime Empire? Cause that's not really a flashback I wanna ha- whoops never mind got the flashback 😱

Maya looks more calm now, I think she's trying to act more reasonable and she's got good points 👍 I know people were a little weirded out by how more cheerful she looks in comparison to Hands of Time, but I think she gets the most serious and rational when time needs. That's actually fascinating of her 🤔

CALLING OUT AN ATTEMPTED MURDER

THIS GIRL IS TOO GORGEOUS MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT 🤩🤩🤩 Like my gosh that smirk, what the heck Pix 💜💜💜

Okay but Jay looking at Nya until the doors are completely closed?? CAN YOU FEEL MY JAYA HEART BEATING?? ❤💙❤💙

Whoa green gas I thought this was Nya's season 😂

MAYA WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS STUFF YOU'RE SCARING ME 😱😱😱 I SWEAR LEGO IF YOU BROUGHT BACK WATER MOM JUST TO KILL HER OFF I'M GONNA SUE YOU 😭😭😭

I really REALLY like the atmosphere of the entrante of the temple! Super sealike and ancient! 🌊🌊🌊

Maya: off we go, into the spooky old temple! (Why does it feel like something Kai would say? 😂)

Oh gee, someone sleeping in the deep, who could that be? Coff Wojira coff

Whoa the jellyfishes look pretty lifelike!

HERE HE COMES

WELCOME BACK GILES!!! ONCE AGAIN ON A LEGO SHOW I MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU AND YOUR GODLIKE VOICE!!! 😍😍😍😍 Gosh he's a villain but he's got Clay's voice, how can I even try to hate him?? 😅

Alright, knocking down my water girls, that is pretty hateful material... BUT CLAAAYYY 💙💙💙

So they need the two amulets to wake up Wojira? Isn't one on the island? Fire dad and son coming to the rescue? WHO KNOWS BUT I'M ENJOYING THIS A LOT SO FAR KEEP GOING SEABOUND 😍😍😍

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gyucore · 3 years

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to reach a happy ending

pairing: beomgyu x reader

tags: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

word count: 1.6k

warnings: beomgyu swears like once

prompts:

017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."

023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

— requested by ⛅ anon! sorry this took so long to make. i hope you like it!! ♡

"Ew, look at this." You hand the dusty old photo album to Beomgyu who's sprawled across the floor by your side.

"Wait—" He stops you, rolling away before letting out a sneeze so loud that it managed to echo off the dusty untouched walls of his old room. The poor guy couldn't help it, his room hadn't been cleaned since he moved out in the middle of high school, and his mom preferred to keep things as they were— dust and all. You wonder if it was simply an excuse to clean one less room.

Beomgyu did say he had dropped in yesterday without notice. You'd think he'd want to spend some quality time with his parents first, but he'd decided to invite you over after spending a single night under this roof. Having heard nothing but radio silence from your best friend in years, you were thrilled to get to see him again. And what better way to shed off the ever present awkwardness in the beginning than to go through old photo albums?

"Okay, show me." Beomgyu rolls back to your side, scooting in closer to rest his head on your lap.

You turn the photo album, pointing at one photo in particular of you and Beomgyu dressed as a knight and damsel in distress— Beomgyu playing the role of the latter. Contrary to the roles, you were pummeling Beomgyu to the ground as if having caught a thief, and Beomgyu was shoving his handkerchief to your face, blocking your eyesight. The context behind the photograph alludes you, but this might just be a case of seven-year-olds doing whatever they want whenever.

"The fuck you mean ew? I look great in that dress!" Frowning, Beomgyu grabs the album to stare longer at his past self's glory.

"Lying to yourself isn't good for you, Gyu." You jokingly disapprove. It was fun seeing his reactions right after.

"Oh, look at these."

Beomgyu points at a photo of you and him on stage, wearing the same costumes as before. You figured it was for a play back in first grade when you two had been classmates. The next series of photos included one of you holding out a sword towards a kid in a cheap dragon costume, one of Beomgyu holding back his tears after tripping over and ripping his dress, and ones of you rushing to Beomgyu and kissing away his tears.

"This takes me back." Beomgyu lights up with a smile, failing to notice the surprise on your face. "Remember when your mom made us believe that kissing any injuries we had would make it go away? I knew you wanted to help me back then but I couldn't stop crying and tell you were it hurt, so you started kissing all over my face hoping it'd go away."

You find yourself laughing at your past self's foolishness. "But did it work?" You ask in between laughs.

"Well," Beomgyu chuckles, getting up from his position on your lap. "I don't think it would've worked if another person had done it. But since it was you— Wait." He takes one last look at the album, letting slip a wheeze before placing it back in its box. "Mom wrote something right below the photo."

"What did she write?" You ask, holding out your hands for Beomgyu to grab.

"A fairy tale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face." Beomgyu tells you as he helps you up, trying his best to keep a straight face after delivering that line.

The two of you burst into laughter at his mother's words. You knew she'd been fond of fairy tales all her life but the caption was taking you out. Beomgyu was literally crying in the photo yet somehow this, to her, was a happy ending.

You eventually take notice of all the photos plastered around his room, some framed, and some simply stuck to the walls— memories of happier times. Most were of you and him, and in some, just you. He'd shown off the Polaroid camera his mother bought for him in seventh grade, proclaiming he'd only take photos of moments he'd want to keep in his memory forever. It never actually crossed your mind that a lot of them would be of you.

Beomgyu notices your wandering eyes and chuckles, placing an arm around your shoulder. The distance between you shrinks as he holds you closer. And at that moment, you take note of everything that's changed.

He'd gotten taller since the last time you saw him. Gone was the lanky boy you knew, evident in the way his muscles flexed with every small movement you wish you hadn't noticed. Beomgyu had grown his hair out; the thick, wavy locks tucked behind his ears, covering the back of his neck. The deepness of his voice had been a surprise when he greeted you at the door earlier, but you held back from pointing it out.

You feared that if you acknowledged all the changes, you'd be forced to face reality. That things weren't the same anymore, no matter how hard you tried. After all, Beomgyu wasn't the only one who changed. You had quite the few character development arcs yourself, and experiences which Beomgyu remained oblivious of. And somehow despite that, in his presence, you started to feel like your old self again.

Beomgyu's invitation had come as a surprise last night. You thought he'd forgotten about you, what with all the silence these past few years.

Life continued on as it should even without Beomgyu by your side, but you could argue that all the amazing experiences you've had on your own would've been better if he were there to experience it with you. And now here you were in his old room, pretending everything was the same as he'd left it.

You look up at your old friend, wanting to tell him what had been plaguing your thoughts the entire day but find yourself tongue tied when his dark eyes stare back into your own. And you wonder, how many times had it been that you'd stared into each other's eyes just like this? How many times had he pulled you close into his arms all those years? And just how many nights had you spent wondering if your feelings for him had grown into something more?

"I missed you." Beomgyu speaks first, his gaze never faltering.

Hearing his voice, you swear you could've melted right then and there. Part of you had wished he'd tell you those exact words, confirming that it hadn't been just you who'd been wanting to see him all these years.

"I missed you too."

Beomgyu could only smile at your response.

His arm leaves your shoulder— hands slowly finding their way to your own. His hold was gentle as he slowly guided you to face him.

"Don't laugh, but," Beomgyu starts. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"Love at fir—"

The question throws you off.

"What?"

"I heard you the first time!" You cut him off, wanting so bad to cover your face from the secondhand embarrassment. "I can't believe you just said that. What even happened to you in college?"

"Hey! At least hear me out before you make fun of me." Beomgyu bursts out laughing at your reaction, his thumbs caressing the back of your hands to help you calm down. "Judging from your reaction, I'm guessing your answer is a no. And I honestly felt the same too until a few hours back."

"Okay, you lost me there."

"Shut up. What I'm saying is," Beomgyu squeezes your hands, leaning in closer. "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch the last few years. I had a lot of trouble adjusting, and it took a while for me to really get the hang of living alone. I wanted to talk to you as soon as I got there but then I thought that maybe it would've been better for you if I left you to live your own life for a while too."

"Beomgyu.." You squeeze his hands back, sensing the sincerity in his eyes.

Beomgyu shakes his head. "I know this sounds silly and all, but I didn't want you to feel the emptiness I felt when I left. I wanted you to go and make experiences of your own without me."

You frown, refraining to speak until he's done.

"But then I couldn't stop thinking about you. Everywhere I went, I'd think of you and how the place would've been better if we got to hang out there together. Every time I had fun or ate something that tasted good, I wanted you to share the experience with me."

Beomgyu sighs. "Honestly, I thought I could make it through my visit home without seeing you but I passed by your house on my way home yesterday and I just.. I couldn't hold back. And when I saw you for the first time in years at the front of my doorstep.. I knew I had to tell you."

Half of you knew what to expect, and the other half doubted the reality of the situation. But all the doubts instantly melt away as soon as Beomgyu closed the distance between you, pressing your foreheads together.

Face flushed, you stare at him in awe and notice he had his eyes closed shut. "Cute." You thought.

He whispers in a voice so quiet you could barely hear.

"I like you."

You couldn't hold it in any longer, the rush of emotions crashing into you like raging waves against a cliff. The next moment, you find yourself inching closer and closer, face heating up even more as you press your lips against his as a reply.

Beomgyu's eyes widen, body freezing in place. He hadn't exactly expected you to respond so soon, especially not like this. And he couldn't be happier.

You feel Beomgyu returning the kiss, his hands going up to cup your face— his hold gentle. The two of you wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment for as long as life permits, because for once, you could finally see the path to your happily ever after slowly unraveling.

This was just the beginning.

#txt #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt fic #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu oneshot #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu fluff

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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Good Day!

As I told earlier, I finished my Soap x Reader Fic and yeah here it is.

I suck at titles and that shows.

Midnight Coffee Rush

John MacTavish x Female Reader

Warnings : Smut. Read at your own Risk or whatever.

Cross-posting to AO3 later 😳

THUD!

You softly slam your head on the desk as you stare blankly at the blinking cursor on your laptop. An article is due next week and you haven't really started on anything yet. Your editor keeps on calling you earlier today on how she can't work on last minute submissions. You assured her that yours won't need that much editing and she trusts you with that, but still, a deadlines a deadline.

Scanning your empty apartment room for ideas, you decide it's best if you take this ordeal outside and look for open places to work on. Coincidentally, the local café "John's brew" happens to open for 24 hours starting today. You feel uneasy at the name of the shop but that won't stop you from your goals today.

After a chilly midnight walk across the streets of your city, you finally make it to the shop, it looks like it can compete with the local Starbucks as its outer layout gives off the same vibe.

You push open the glass doors and the bell chimes from above you, this made the barista at the counter turn his head and greet you with a friendly smile. "Welcome to John's Brew!"

You stand just across the counter as you look up to view what the store has to offer while the barista waits patiently for your order. You order some fancy named coffee, wanting to try out why it has a star next to it's name as the barista, who now you know goes by the name "Gary" based on his name tag, explains that it's their best selling and unique blend coffee. He then passionately tells you how the coffee you chose is created by the owner of the shop and judging by the tone of his voice, he's excited for you to try it for the first time.

"Thanks Gary, here's my card." you reach out for your card and he cheerfully accepts it.

"What name should this go by, Ms. L/N?" he asks readying his marker.

"Just Y/N." you say. Gary raises his eyebrows in confusion.

"Sorry, I'm sure I heard that name somewhere." he dismisses his thoughts and writes your name on the cup.

"We'll you're a barista, I'm sure you've heard a lot of names in your line of work." you jokingly reply. It made him laugh as he gives your card back and you make your way to the corner of the room.

The music is soothing and the ambience is more than enough to keep you going, you pull out your laptop as you start typing ideas for your article.

Gary took the liberty of delivering you your drink saying "You looked very focused" and "There isn't that much customers anyway" and you smiled at the service he's done. He stays for a while insisting that he wants to witness your initial reaction as soon as you taste the coffee. So you slowly blow off the heat and took your first sip.

Your eyebrows raised and your cheeks blushed as the warm beverage tickles your tastebuds a wave of nostalgia brings shivers down your spine.

***

"So, what do you think of this?" A shirtless man with a signature mohawk and scar on his left eye approaches you just as you get up of bed. You remember smiling at the view, his deep blue eyes pierce through yours as he excitedly offers a cup of coffee he claims to mix himself.

"Mmm! This tastes, well... something even I can't describe! It's good? delicious? heavenly maybe?" You giggle as he inches closer to you crawling up the bed and reaching on your face for a kiss, blindly reaching for the cup and putting in on the bedside table.

"Not even the words from your thesaurus can't describe?" He whispers as he pulls the kiss away, eyebrows wiggling. Your heart melts at the sight of him.

"I'll tell you the perfect word when I find it." You giggle as you reach for his face and pull him to yours, as he softly crashes his body on you, rolling around the bed.

***

"Maam?" Gary taps your shoulder and you immediately flinch and turn to him.

"I'm sorry." you laugh nervously.

"It felt like you had a good time going on with that drink. We're having a contest as to which word best describes it. If you want to submit your word, I'll leave this pen and sticky note on your table." he cheerfully explains as the door chimes, making him rush back to his counter.

Shit. You thought to yourself. Of course it had to taste the same, even the name of the shop checks out. Your heart starts to thump louder and louder as you put the pieces together, you convince yourself it's just the coffee, but then again the evidences never lie. John's Brew, that exact taste, no word yet to describe it.

You flinched as you turn to the heavy door slam to your left, just by the counter. A man, walks out of it wearing a very fit long sleeve tucked into business pants, you assume it's the manager. Then again, you see him scratching his head, which happens to have a rather unique haircut. A mohawk. Holy Shit.

***

'Congratulations Ms. Y/N L/N! You have been accepted on the writer program. Please report tomorrow for your orientation.'

The text read just as you wake up. Your face lit up in excitement as you squealed like a kid. Your life would change for the better.

A very wet John MacTavish popped out of the bathroom, his face was full of worry as he quickly wrapped himself with a towel.

"What's wrong?! Something out to get ya?" He asked, a bar of soap on is arms ready to throw to the intruder.

"I just got accepted!" you squealed excitedly at him, hugged him thight not minding how wet he was. He slowly wrapped his arms around you and you felt that you're the only one excited about this news.

"Congrats. But what about your life here? What about me?" he muttered, his facial expressions dropped.

"I'm sure we'll work it out? It isn't that far, right?"

"I'm sure we'll work it out"

"Not now John, I have articles due."

"I'm too exhausted for today, John"

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep."

***

The loud growl of your stomach shocked you back to reality. Come to think of it, it's already 2 in the morning and you're almost through with your article. A muffin won't be that much of a distraction. You turn to the counter and see John catering to a lady on a bright red dress. She probably came from a club and now trying to sober up with a coffee. You pretend to type on your keyboard but secretly view the event from the corner of your eye. They are laughing and he escorted her as she is walking tipsily to the sofa. They exchange some words you barely make out and can't help but feel rage bubbling inside you. But then again, you don't have the slightest audacity to do so. You slowly ignored him while focusing on your job. You left his messages on read and calls on voicemail. You feel guilt rushing through you. Out of impulsive emotions, you quickly decide to finish the article home as you grab your laptop and coffee and rush to the exit.

"Ma'am! You left your sticky note." John's voice echoes across the shop. This made the few notable customers look at the both of us in curiosity.

You slowly turn back to him leaning on the counter, his elbows resting on the counter looking at you, he knows what he's up to. You remember telling him to stop flexing his biceps in front of you in public. It's kind of an inside joke for the two of you and he seems to remember it all too well.

"Your word. For the contest." he points out to the bulletin board of sticky notes on the other side of the hall.

"I... can't think of anything yet..." you stammer as you exit the door, walking as fast as you can away from him.

"Y/N, wait!" he quickly grabs your arm. You almost expect that he'd do this even after all those times.

"John I-" you quicky turn to him, hot tears start forming on your eyes as he pulls you close to his warm embrace.

"Yeah. You've been very busy... I know." He mutters as you sniffle on his chest, smelling his musk that never changed even after all these months.

"Congratulations on your most recent award, you know. Article of the month, and the month before that and that one time you wrote about the wildlife in Africa..." he trails off while rubbing your back as more tears fell from your eyes. He'd been watching your career grow, even after all this time. It somehow feels you don't deserve him. And you believe you really don't.

Pulling away, you looked at him with a smile.

"I'm sorry..." you croak.

"Why are you sorry, Y/N? You met someone else out there?" he asks. Then again, you both didn't really have a proper conclusion to your relationship. You initially felt like you were slowly drifting away from each other as your careers grew, but here he is, having the same sparkle in his eyes as when you last saw each other.

"No... but, it's been very long and I have been ignoring you... breaking my promi-" He suddenly pulls you close and kisses your lips, you deny him at first but you slowly grip his arms and let him have access to your mouth.

Longing is the only feeling you both feel right now as you slowly kiss back and respond to his mouth. His kiss gives you assurance that even after all this time he yearns for you to come back, his assurance that you did what you had to do to get where you are now even at the cost of completely shutting him out. But of course you weren't, you also long for him every single day, but life has to keep going, and you believed that he'd found someone else after all those times. But this moment made you feel wrong about him, and it's now your chance to get things right between the two of you.

"You know, I always assumed you're still my girlfriend." he smirks. He is true though, there was neither a formal nor informal break up effort on both sides, just indifference due to many reasons.

"Well, I assumed you looked for someone else... and I'm to shy to ask how things have been..." you croak, trying not to cry again. You realize your stupidity once more, but he wipes off your tear with his thumb and lifts your chin up to look at him.

"You still owe me a word, you know." he jokes as he walks you back to the cafe, arm wrapped around your shoulder. As soon as you both enter the door, Gary greets his boss while mopping the floor.

"You were right boss, she is pretty!" The barista smiles and gives John a thumbs up to which he replies,

"Guess I'll be back in my office doing paperwork, Gary. You take charge here okay?"

"Yes, Captain!" he jokingly salutes and continues his work.

"You done with that article?" he asks, a tone of concern in his voice.

"Almost.." you reply shyly. You still can't digest everything that happened so far, but your heart keeps on thumping and your mind's been trying to scream something to you.

"You know, I could use some company while I do some paperwork..." the trails off, the tone in his voice shifted into something you felt excited about. Something along those words mixed with that accent sends flutters across your insides.

"If you'd want me to..." you reply as he opens his office door letting you in. It was a small office a sofa just beside the door, two chairs infront of a large office desk filled with scattered papers, ledgers and journals. He quickly folds his laptop and puts it in his bag as you take off your coat, admiring the view. Plaques, certificates and awards plaster across the walls, along with pictures of his staff calendar schedules and some other things scribbled across the whiteboard. He offers his hand and you give him your coat, only to be pinned to the door.

"God, I missed you so fucking much." He breathes as you stare at his cold blue eyes blazing with desire, you know full well where this is going and you have no objections. You wished for this to happen as soon as your plane touched the city.

Unable to form any words, you quickly pucker your lips, signaling him to move closer and kiss you. Now that you're both alone, his kisses felt much more intimate, needier and his tongue explored every possible area he could. You hear the door lock itself and his hand slowly caresses your ass through the tight jeans you're wearing, pressing himself so you could feel the tension growing beneath his slacks. You slowly slide your hand through it and earned yourself a chuckle from him, as he moves his lips below your ear and around your neck, hearing each smack of his lip and sniff of his nose.

You let out a soft moan as you feel overwhelmed on what he does to your body, you couldn't focus on what's going on, your hands rubbing his hard crotch, his hands softly caressing your ass or his mouth doing wonders around your neck. He continues to do this until your pants and whines become erratic and fast and stops just at the right time for you to catch your breath.

You open your eyes to him, who seems to be enjoying your reunion, a sexy smirk across his face. You let out a smile whist still panting, and he seems to like what he sees, letting a soft chuckle.

"I remember that look on you. You're up to something.." He recalls as you push him to the sofa to his side, straddling on his crotch as you unbutton his long sleeves.

He grunts as soon as he plops on the sofa and groans as soon as you slowly wiggle your ass on top of him. You could clearly see the building frustration in his face as well as in his jeans.

You quickly undone seven buttons as he quickly tosses it somewhere and viewed his muscular physique as you sit on him. He became hairier and you find it very sexy, trailing your hand down his body, all while staring at him as seductive as you can. He smiles at the gesture as you slowly unbutton your shirt, never breaking eye contact, until he can't resist anymore and got up from the sofa. He lifts you down and you stand on the floor as he works your way to slide off your jeans. He quickly buried his face on your pussy as soon as he sees it and devours it like a hungry wolf. He never dissappoints as the feeling made you shudder, grabbing onto what's left of his hair in excitement. This goes on up until you softly pull his head out and move to unbuckle his belt, sliding his slacks all the way down as his cock springs free as soon as you take his boxers off.

You stare at him as you slowly jerk your hand around his cock, his eyes almost in a trance, as you teasingly kiss the tip, which was slowly oozing of precum. He grabs your hair and tucks it behind your ear as you slowly swallow his cock, giving him a blowjob that you've always imagined of giving him when you meet again. You're tongue slowly swirling around his length, feeling every vein and skin around it. You countinued mixing it up with your hand and mouth until he groans in anticipation and pulls you out of him.

He slowly gets up and shoves all his paperwork away from his desk and carries you to it, spreading your legs as he slowly pushes his tip on your opening.

You whimper at the first entrance, it felt different than usual, maybe because it's been quite a while since you to have done it, but that didn't stop the both of you from continuing. His eyes mesmerize you as he slowly picks up his rhythm, you can see his chest muscles bounce as he thrusts himself deep in you. He slowly rubs the upper area of your pussy as he thrusts, giving you a sensation that makes you wanna scream in pleasure. But given the circumstances, you only let out small gasps and whimpers. However, his grunts and moans are also getting louder, so you decide to let loose and follow his volume.

"Fuck." You whimper as he continues his fast pace as evidenced by the loud slapping noises. He quickly flips you to the desk and continues to fuck you from behind. Each thrust felt like the desk is inching closer to the wall, you didn't protest as you loved the sensation, how your walls clench as his warm cock slides in and out of you. You feel his motions change and you know full well what that means, you moan softly signaling him thay you're also almost there as he makes his final thrusts and shoots his warm load inside you, feeling the rush of his cum drip as he pulls his cock out.

He pulls you up and reaches for a kiss, a long yet intimate one as you both use the language of kiss to assure that you'll still be the same way no matter how distant it may be.

"See you after my shift?" he murmurs as he puts on his clothes, now all wrinkly and messy.

"Yes." you smile reaching for another kiss.

After preparing to go home, you quickly grab a pen and wrote the word you describe the drink, plaster it on the board and make your way out of the café.

#horRAYfic #codmw #Soap x Reader #john soap mactavish

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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Are the requests truly open? ;u; does that mean I may request more neko content, possibly with la squadra? I know the brainrot on here is real for Prosciutto and Risotto but I'm weak for Illuso and Formaggio and I'd die a happy kitten if you could write about them being alone at hq for the weekend to care for the neko which turns into a contest: whose food does neko like more, whose bed does the kitty build their blanket nest in... who breeds them better? I hope this isn't too much/ too weird!

not sfw, afab reader, petplay/kitty hybrid reader!

The hideout isn’t often as quiet as it is this weekend. Though La Squadra are often needed on various jobs, they tend to be a little more sporadic than this; it’s unusual for there to be more than three or four assassins out on a mission at any one time. It’s even more unusual for seven of them to be out on missions that are expected to last at least the weekend - but that’s what’s happened, in order for Illuso and Formaggio to be the only two left to take care of you.

As a whole, you’re well-behaved - you’re good-natured, sweet, nice to look at. All of the assassins are very fond of you, and competitions to see who you are going to give your affections to are regular and can get exceedingly competitive. They all see your smiles, and are pleased by your soft words, feel special when they’re chosen to be the one whomst you sit by in an evening and allow to pet your ears as you relax into the touches.

There’s definitely an aura of foreboding about Formaggio and Illuso being left to care for you. Usually, it’s Prosciutto who takes care of your food (he’s the best cook in La Squadra, after all), and Melone who makes sure your environment is suitable (being the most interested in your biology). Risotto tends to have a lot of time spent with him by dint of him being peaceful and leaving you to your business.

Formaggio, they think, will not take it seriously enough. And Illuso - well, all of La Squadra are guilty of looking at you and imagining what it would be like to have you folded in half beneath them, your tail curled around your ankle, your ears twitching as you purr and pant in equal measure. Illuso has a tendency to whisper things closely to people, to get in personal space, to make one feel as though they’re the most fascinating person in the world - perhaps, then, they’re worried that if left on your own with Illuso, he’ll get the spoils of war they’ve all been hoping for.

Illuso and Formaggio are used to working together; they’re the natural leftover pairing against Sorbet-and-Gelato, Prosciutto-and-Pesci, and Melone-and-Ghiaccio. But they do have a rivalry that’s kept up with barks of laughter and accusations of one being far cooler, more powerful and all-around better than the other. It’s not surprising, then, that the two of them concoct a plan to see which one of them does a better job taking care of you - with the caveat that if one of them gets to breed you, they’re the automatic winner.

They’re stoked in their resolve by how happy you are to see them - the purr of their names, the way you follow close by them, the happy swish of your tail and ears. Neither of them can resist petting you and telling you how cute you are (though Formaggio is rather more affectionate about the whole thing). They explain their plan to you - after all, who better to judge than the person that it’s all happening for?

They omit one important part of the plan. When you tip your head to the side and pout and ask;

“But how will we know when it’s the end? How will we know who wins overall?”

Formaggio ruffles your hair and grins at you.

“Ahh, gattina,” he says to you. “We’ll know, believe me!”

So they do. They start with your food. Illuso is a surprisingly good cook, it turns out - Formaggio doesn’t really know what to do in the kitchen, and he attempts to order in. The pizza that he presents you with is too greasy with not enough meat - Illuso one hundred percent wins the feeding round, and you tuck yourself up next to him on the couch to watch a movie whilst Formaggio stews angrily on the other side of the room.

Next is the brushing. Everybody knows you like to be preened and cared over; there are a hundred different products in the bathroom to make sure your fur stays soft and shiny, and to keep your hair looking its best. When you’re sat between Formaggio’s legs and waiting to be pampered, you feel his fingers give a little tug to your ear and you know that this is going to be an uncomfortable experience. You can barely stop yourself yowling in frustration as he tugs on another knot, and uses the wrong brush, and brushes you all the wrong way--

You’re relieved when Illuso sighs and pushes him away and puts all of those things to rights. Two points for Illuso, then. it seems as though poor Formaggio is doing a very bad job of this competition.

The final competition for the night is who you’d rather sleep with. Illuso has fancy satin and silk sheets and pillows on his bed - he doesn’t think there’s going to be a competition, honestly. His room is quiet and peaceful and smells good. He’s very smug about it as he asks you if you want to come to bed, reassuring you that if you want someone to be around whilst you’re sleeping - as you do, you can’t help it! - there’s plenty of room on his bed.

Formaggio, though, insists you come and have a look at the space he’s made for you first. You humour him, not really expecting it to be any good - you stay away from Formaggio’s room at the best of times - only to find a carefully constructed nest on his bed, made entirely of clothes of various La Squadra members and your own favourite blankets.

(”Prosciutto is going to be so mad about that Prada suit,” Illuso murmurs from the corner of his mouth, as he frustratedly watches you pounce on the nest and begin to roll around, getting comfortable. “I’m going to tell him.”)

(”Whatever,” Formaggio grins, unable to stop himself watching the way your ass wiggles as you get comfortable. “You’re just jealous I won one.”)

And he did. Not that he planned much further than that - by the time he gets into bed himself, he’s horribly aware that he’s given you too much leeway. You’re comfortably curled up already, and he’s trying to get all of his body under the duvet. It’s three in the morning before he manages to let his eyes fall shut--

And then, there’s a heavy weight on top of his chest and a hand swatting his cheek gently. He wakes up, groaning, to see that you’re sat on him with your eyes big and glowing in the moonlight.

“Maggie,” you tell him, all whining and pouting and purring (and he can’t deny that something about the pout and the way you stretch out the pet name sends a ricochet of heat right to his cock), “wanna play.”

Who is he to deny you that?

It’s you who’s surprisingly physical with him - pouncing across at him, your hands scrabbling over his chest, your face rubbing against his. You keep purring and rumbling chest deep, your body warm and needy. Formaggio doesn’t know what’s going on until you grab his hand and push it against your chest, almost hissing in frustration--

And then he recalls something, in the very recesses of his mind, Melone said once. About how your species is supposed to get very physical in heat. About how they’re more likely to seek out scents of people they care about when one is approaching. About how they’ll often approach the first person they see when waking up for some relief--

“Oh, gattina mia,” he murmurs. “You could have just said--”

Illuso finds him with his cock hilted all the way inside you, your hands flexing on Prosciutto’s expensive Prada suit as all of the other various clothes beneath you are rendered filthy by the slick that’s dripping out of you with every hungry pump of Formaggio’s cock. You’re mewling and whimpering out his name, your keening echoing through the house - nobody ever said you’d be quiet when you were in heat. Illuso stands at the doorframe for a minute, his face stony.

Formaggio sees him and laugh-gasps out a greeting;

“Lulu! Looks like . . . I won, huh?” In between thrusts, you’re practically purring, your eyes rolling back into your head. You look sweaty and fucked out, blissfully pleased to be in the position you’re in - but when you see Illuso, you whimper out;

“W-wanna play, too?” You look at him with your eyes all big and needy, and Illuso sighs as he begins to shrug off his clothes, though his cock is stirring rapidly and hungrily as he watches Formaggio’s cock drive in and out of your body. Catching Formaggio’s eye, Illuso grins;

“Well. It’s not a competition unless we both try, is it? Our piccolo micio will tell us who wins, won’t you?”

As Illuso’s fingers graze your face and you lean into the touch, you agree without so much as blinking. They might need to have a couple of rounds.

You know. To help you choose.

#jojo headcanons #not sfw #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #formaggio #illuso #Anonymous

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ladyluscinia · 2 years

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Lady's SPN Rewatch

I'm going for it! This will be my first rewatch of Supernatural, every episode from the Pilot (technically already completed) to that unsatisfying Buckleming finale 15x19 Inherit the Earth.

(So weird that they didn't air an episode after that with Dabb's vision for how the character arcs should wrap up, but I guess I'll just have to infer from the rest of his work.)

I'm doing a writer focus because I'm fascinated by writer meta and feel it's about time I primary source this shit. My watch order breakdown is in this post, and I'll go into more on my initial thoughts and observations below the cut.

On this blog, I probably will do at least one overarching meta post per writer when I have conclusions to, well, post, but I've also been considering making a sideblog to put the raw data notes from every episode. No idea what url I'd use, though...

Anyway!

First off - just to have this written down somewhere - I'm taking a pretty standard analytical approach that what was actually aired on screen is the primary source for analysis, and any additional information is secondary but of interest. This includes commentary, scripts, deleted scenes, etc. Since I'm trying to infer writer intent it's probably more relevant than in other meta analysis, but also this is Supernatural. Just because they did something on accident and gave an interview about a different intent doesn't change that I saw the former and not the latter.

Word of God can back up a theory or provide hints when I'm building one, but I'm not going to pretend I see how X is about Y just because there's a snippet of interview where someone said it was. Also I care even less what the actors have said things were about. Those 3 CW men are all crazy, and I'm not going to try and interpret them.

Analysis Focus

I've got a template document for notes, because that's the kind of person I am. Current sections and subsections:

"Episode Notes"

"Season Arcs"

"Character Arcs" - with subsections for "Dean", "Sam", "Cas", and "Side Characters"

"Writer Arcs" - for consistent themes that show up in a particular writer's eps, including a subsection for "Destiel Truthing Level"

"Episode Highlights"

"Red Flags" - for tracking when the shitty stuff is a pattern for some writers as best I can

"Other Notes"

Initial Impressions

Obviously I've read more than a little writer meta, so I'm watching out for things people have discussed. I've got little initial thoughts blurbs that aren't particularly notable, but I did find something else interesting in prep.

So as part of organizing episodes I ended up putting them all in a chart, and it's fascinating how having a visual makes you spot patterns of importance. Showrunners usually do the premieres and finales - which isn't surprising - but they tend to have the same people lead into and out of their episodes too - which I hadn't really noticed before. It can make it really clear who is getting to shape the season storyline, whether due to trust or seniority.

(Unfortunately, 15 images is more than tumblr will let me put here, so I'll just describe observations and then reblog this to put the charts themselves in the notes.)

Kripke's second-in-command from Day 1 was Gamble and she really drove his seasons, writing or tying for the most eps and almost always landing the slots adjacent to his. S3-S5 really play around, with Carver, Edlund, and later Dabb & Loflin all getting to flex on story (which is probably a sign of really cohesive writers room).

Gamble doesn't seem to know who she trusts, with Edlund, Dabb & Loflin, and Glass all shifting generally around the role she used to fill. Singer even steps in to co-write twice, out of four times in the entire series.

Carver unsurprisingly leans heavy on Dabb, who drops Loflin (who I will be looking at via negative space in Dabb's eps more than anything). Edlund only gets 3 eps in S8, but 08x21 alone definitely indicates some creative clout. Buckleming shoots to prominence fast, however, for a couple of standalones in S7, and once Edlund is gone they are the undisputed #3. Nepotism, people. It pays.

Dabb starts taking over in S11, and while Buckleming stays important he also notably elevates Berens, co-writing an ep and giving him the 11x22 slot over them. The S12-S15 writers room is the most consistent and Dabb more involved than other showrunners were, but this probably comes at the cost of Singer running things in the background and elevating Buckleming more. They get every 2nd / semi-final ep in Dabb era except 12x22, which again goes to Berens (who Dabb's favor puts solidly in the #3 role).

Dabb era also has a lot of fun diagonals visually, where it looks like they just had a set rising and falling order for assigning writers and didn't mix it up very much. Though that could just be the order of the columns making it stand out.

Now that I'm seeing hints of who got to guide things, I'm really looking forward to connecting some dots.

#spn #lady's spn rewatch #spn eras #writers #writer meta is so very fascinating but also very all over the place with who is good vs who sucks #(for a spn version of good / sucking)#so i figured the only way i'm going to sort out my opinions is to just watch and analyze for myself #a show where you can see the wires etc etc #i'll put those charts i mentioned in reblogs. they are *very* interesting to look at #ladyluscinia

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allamericansbitch · 3 years

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honestly for someone who hates ariana grande you sure as hell have a lot of tags/ posts with her name in it. i was just scrolling through and i can’t help but call out some shit that’s just so untrue. starting with the fact that ariana never ever liked any racist tweets about asian’s. there is absolutely no proof of that. during that whole asian singer out charting her thing she liked ONE tweet about scooter and it said nothing offensive about anyone. and the guy actually didn’t outsell her by the way, the whole was ended up being explained. 2. she doesn’t have 36 co writers on positions. all the lyrics and melodies are written by her and one or two other people and has been like that since sweetener. it literally says it in the vinyl. those other people are producers. she also engineered and vocal arranged/ produced the entire positions album. 3. that birthday party she had in june 2020 was with her closest friends and family who she was seeing the entirety of quarantine and there definitely wasn’t 20+ people. you act like taylor didn’t shoot music videos in july 2020 for folklore and more for evermore after that. and had an entire camera crew shooting the long pond thingy. and that video you showed comparing the two about getting people tested.. taylor was talking about folklore JULY 2020 ariana was referring to positions which was in october. also nobody had to catch flights or leave their families for ariana’s music video. everyone she works with, down to who does her hair & makeup and choreographs her videos are her literal best friends who are family to her. especially the positions mv. all those people were her family & best friends in it. i’m not saying you have to like her but everything you say about her is down right bullshit. you sound dumb when you have zero idea about what you’re talking about

oh and she never praised scooter for anything he did towards taylor she literally said “i love you tay” when that whole thing went down. and when did she gaslight taylor. you say things that’s never happened, spreading false information about her and it’s unfair. and you really need to stop saying she doesn’t write her own music because she literally does with either her two best friends tayla and victoria or either max martin and llya who taylor wrote with multiple times

yes she still has scooter employed but i think we both know how hard it can be to exit his management/ record label. he’s controlled her life before, her relationships and withered his way back into life probably with manipulation. he literally forced her to put ghostin on thank u next and she begged him saying she didn’t want to. he controls and manipulates her as well. hate her all you want but for the love of god learn your facts before u speak.

.... you went through an entire blog you don't even follow just to find shit to be angry about? on a saturday night? ma'am... i need to you chill the fuck out.

also just some corrections:

scooter was the one being racist, ariana let him do that and did not tell him to stop and liking his bullshit tweets encouraged that behavior. also, her constantly saying 'i don't care about charts' and then berating and invalidating anyone who threatens her getting a no 1 doesn't;t make sense to me.

'ariana wrote every all the lyrics and melodies on positions' BITCH WHERE. there are like 16 writers on that album in total (it's literally on the fandom wiki and genius). there is not a single song that is self-written. also you trying to flex that she produced the album is so funny because the production is the worst part of the album. it's dated on overdone, within the industry, and in her own discography. in the wise words of the youtube reactor ajayll 'maybe she did not have access to a lot of producers....'

so let me get this straight... during a pandemic ariana was living with like 10 people... that isn't as good as you think it is? if one person gets it then it spreads to 10+ people all at once. maybe don't celebrate a huge party during a pandemic? i know it's a lot to ask for her not to be the center of attention but man...

taylor shot one video for folklore. she was the only person on set. she the only person in the video. no co-stars. she also directed the video. she did her own hair and makeup. so no contact with anyone seems pretty great to me. ariana was surrounded by people constantly throughout that video, she had stylists, fittings, makeup, etc. she didn't do anything herself. she also filmed multiple videos with a bunch of extras near her... all during the pandemic. and it doesn't matter that the people who's lives she put at risk were her friends/family? i don't know why you keep thinking that's a good point to make... just makes her look more selfish.

taylor didn't have 'a whole camera crew' for the folklore documentary. it was all automatic steady cam, which means the camera track movement themselves and don't need a camera operator. she also directed it.

the shoutout to taylor when the whole scooter thing went down was proven to be a fake screenshot. the only thing that wasn't fake was her congratulating scooter with a screenshot of the sexist comment saying 'congrats fr buying taylor swift' on it.

but yeah I'm the one who is dumb and has 'no idea what they're talking about'....just the one with the facts I guess....

#i will not be replying to you further because facts can only go so far with fans of hers I've learned lol #answered #anonymous

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greaterawarness · 3 years

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"Duty Day" Clone Force Zero CH. 3

(Echo is tasked with watching the new clones added to the 501st with Fives. He's not sure why Rex doesn't trust them and isn't sure if sneaking out of the Temple is such a good idea.

This isn't a fully completed chapter but I felt I needed to add to this story because it's been a while... anyway enjoy what I could write!)

Echo

Depending on when you get up, mornings with the 501st were never quiet. Echo stands in front of a mirror in the barracks bathroom waiting for the water to get warm before he starts shaving. The rest of the 501st were up and moving around fighting for spots in the showers or for a sink. Fives slid out from the walkway leading to the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist while singing along to the song playing throughout the bathroom. He steals the spot next to Echo and starts running his fingers through his wet hair.

“Today is going to be a good day!” Fives says, still moving along with the song. Echo begins spreading shaving cream along his jawline.

“And why is that brother?” Echo chuckles. Fives leans over nudging him.

“Because we aren’t on the watch bill!” he winks before resuming to singing along with the song. Echo smiles with an eye roll. He was relieved to not have to worry about a watch today. Despite facing death in the face nearly every day the most dreaded thing to any soldier wasn’t battle; it was standing watch. Not because of the possible danger or because it was incredibly hard. It was just mind numbingly boring and more often than not felt like a waste of your time. Especially on Coruscant where you had to watch all the other clones go off and live their best life out in the city.

Echo was almost done shaving when Kix took over the sink on his other side. He starts filling the little shelf under the mirror with all his skincare products. Jesse spots him while walking out of the showers and smirks.

“Look out everyone! Miss beauty queen has to make room for her beauty products!” Jesse shouts making a lot of the men laugh. Kix doesn’t waiver from the taunt.

“Laugh all you want but that age acceleration is going to catch up to you one day! And when it does you all will be wrinkly old men, but I’ll still be looking young and fresh.” Kix smiles while checking himself out in the mirror. While he’s speaking, Hardcase tiptoes behind him before popping him with his towel. Kix jumps before chasing after Hardcase. Echo rolls his eyes again while turning off the water and gathering his things. Rex appears in the doorway of the bathroom with his hands on his hips.

“Double time troopers! You have fifteen minutes before you need to be in formation on the grinder!” Rex yells making everyone move faster. Echo starts to leave the bathroom when Rex puts a hand on his shoulder. “When you and Fives are done getting dressed, come find me.”

Echo nods before looking back at Fives to exchange a look. Echo returns to his and Fives bunk, already dressed by the time Fives joins him.

“Um… sorry to intrude…” A small voice says from the front of the barracks. Echo looks over at Commander Tano cautiously stepping inside with a hand covering her eyes.

“Female on deck!” Echo yells making half the room scatter. It was a call that was only ever used in the barracks for everyone to make themselves decent or scarce. Fives, still only wearing a towel around his waist, flinches before grabbing his clothes and darting towards the bathrooms. He notices Jesse falling over while struggling to get pants on before army crawling under his bed. Echo peeks around to make sure only fully clothed men were visible.

“How can I help you Commander?” Echo asks, walking out to greet the little torguta. She doesn’t lower her hand from her eyes. “This is Echo by the way.”

“Oh! Echo, do you know where Rex is?” She asks. Echo chuckles when he notices her stripes turning a deeper shade of blue. Her version of blushing.

“I think he’s in the bathroom rounding up the rest of the men. I can relay a message for him if you’d like?” Echo suggests.

“Just tell him that Master won’t be at muster today. He never gave me a reason why.” She says with a shrug.

“Understood.” Echo says. She slowly turns and walks towards the door before darting out as fast as she could. Echo turns his head towards the room before shouting “All clear!”

Jesse rolls out from under his bed startling the new guy, Dogma, as he walked by. He also managed to trip the unsuspecting Hardcase when he tried to return to his bunk. Echo laughs at Fives when he walks back to their bunk fully dressed but still flustered.

“I wasn’t expecting to have to sprint right after my shower.” He mumbles while adjusting his chest plate. Echo elbows him.

“Come on, we need to find Rex.”

They end up finding their Captain outside on the grinder talking with Appo. When they approach them, Appo leaves to give them privacy.

“What’s up Rex?” Fives asks. Rex peeks over at Clone Force Zero. They had all been fully dressed by the time Echo woke up. They stand in the corner of the grinder talking amongst themselves.

“I need you to keep an eye on the new guys.” Rex says quietly. Echo and Fives look at each other.

“Keep an eye on them like we would for possible traitors? Are you saying you don’t trust one of our own?” Echo asks slowly. Rex looks at the ground for a moment before shaking his head.

“There’s something off about these guys.” Rex tells them everything he knows about them. When he’s done, Echo lifts a hand to his chin while thinking. Fives puts his hands on his hips.

“What? You think they’re working with the Seppies?” Fives asks. Rex rubs the back of his head looking unsure.

“I don’t know what to think,” He confesses, “All I know is that something is off about them. I need proof before I can go to the Jedi. X will be shadowing me today, so I need you two to look after the others. Report to me tonight with what you find.”

“Understood.” They say. Before they walk away, Echo turns back.

“Oh, and Commander Tano said the General wont be at muster today.” He says. Rex gives a big eye roll with a grin.

“When is he ever?” He chuckles. They walk towards the 501st who are starting to get in formation. Echo peeks over at Fives. His mind is racing with questions. Same as Echo. They had only recently become ARC Troopers and have yet to get put on a real mission. This wasn’t what either of them had in mind. But if Captain Rex suspected something was up then something usually was. When Commander Tano arrives, Appo gives muster. They watch as Rex stands in front of them.

“Alright,” He starts with his hands behind his back. “Its our duty day and I don’t want to hear of any incidents! Commanders Doom and Bacara are back from deployments. Do not give them a reason to report you. Do not be late for your watch unless you want to be standing watch for the foreseeable future. We will be muster today at 1500 for training. I expect you all to be there unless you are standing a watch. You all have my com link. Notify me of any trouble. 501st attention!”

They pop back to attention.

“When given the command, carry out the plan of the day. Fall out!” with that the 501st dismissed, Echo and Fives nod at each other before walking back towards Clone Force Zero.

“… so don’t do anything stupid.” Commander X says while crossing his arms in front of his men. When they notice Echo and Fives they stop talking.

“Hello Commander,” Echo says politely. “Captain Rex gave us orders to show your men around while you worked with him.”

X frowns at them before looking back at his men.

“Do as I say.” He says before walking away towards Rex. Echo and Fives exchange a look before pulling on smiles and facing the rest of Clone Force Zero.

“But we have to stay in uniform, and we can’t stray to far from the temple in case of an emergency.” Echo explains further.

“So,” The one Stitch starts. “What do we do on duty days?”

“On Coruscant? As long as you don’t have watch then nothing. We’re free to do what we want.” Fives explains. “Everywhere else we would have constant patrols.”

“You have clothes other then your uniform?” Flex asks raising a brow.

“Yeah, when we go out drinking, we like to try and blend in with the locals.” Fives chuckles.

“You know, as much as a group of people with identical faces can blend in.” Echo nudges Fives.

“Then I can go back to sleep.” Side-Eye says before turning to walk back inside. Echo and Fives exchange another look.

“Does he do anything besides sleep?” Fives asks while watching the trooper disappear inside.

“Sometimes he kills stuff.” Stitch shrugs before leaning on Flex’s shoulder.

“So, what do you two do on these days?” Flex asks. Echo opens his mouth to speak but shuts it. In truth, they spend this time going over strategies and future attack plans. But considering the company at hand Echo figured that might not be the best use of their time. Fives puts his hands on his hips while looking down, deep in thought.

“Well… what do you three like to do on your off time?” Fives finally asks. The three look at each other before shifting their weight.

“We usually await further orders and train.” Stitch explains.

“We could train.” Echo says making them almost wince.

“Or we could do something else?” Stitch says. Echo glances at Fives who gives the same look. So, they don’t want us to learn how they fight. Interesting. X must have said something after their little display the other day.

“Oi!” their thoughts are interrupted by Hardcase walking towards them with Kix.

“What’s going on?” Fives asks.

“We were wondering if anyone was wanting to take a little trip into the city?” Hardcase asks softly.

“Hardcase, its our duty day. You know we can’t leave.” Echo says, crossing his arms.

“Well yeah but there’s nothing to do here! Everyone dips out on their duty days anyway so why not us?” Hardcase goes on. Echo looks over at Kix.

“And you’re okay with this?” Echo arches a brow. Kix gives a shrug.

“Jesse gets off first watch in a few hours. I say we leave then. I mean what is the likely hood of a Zillo beast situation ever happening again?” Kix asks. Echo turns to Fives for help, but Fives already has an arm around Hardcase’s shoulder.

“You thinking about hitting up that bar in Ska Quadrant?” Fives asks.

“Oh, I’ve got a few places in mind.” Hardcase grins. Echo shakes his head with the roll of his eyes. He looks at the other three. Stitch and Flex seemed intrigued while Ghost looks… well, like he always does. Uncomfortable.

“You three up for breaking some rules?” Echo sighs.

“Look who you’re talking to.” Flex chuckles before Stitch could give any form of protest. With it being decided that they would sneak out once Jesse got off watch they decide to relax in the barracks until it was time. Echo and Fives manage to peek at some plans Echo had drawn up the night before while keeping an eye on Clone Force Zero. Side-Eye was fast asleep in his bunk while Stitch polished his spear. Ghost watched Flex tinker with his wrist wires providing comments here and there, though, Echo couldn’t hear them from where he sat. Echo and Fives were sitting on Echo’s bed when Jesse finally appeared in the barracks.

“Finally!” Hardcase yells drawing everyone’s attention. Echo and Fives make their way over to Kix and Hardcase. He was surprised when the new guy, Tup appeared next to Kix.

“Hope you don’t mind I invited Tup here.” Kix says gesturing to the clone with a man bun.

“Alright, running buddy!” Fives says giving a playful arm punch. Of course, it was Fives, so he always hit harder than he thought. Tup rubs his arm but doesn’t look deterred.

“What’s going on?” Jesse asks before tossing his helmet on his bunk.

“We’re sneaking out to the city.” Fives shrugs. Jesse grins.

“Great. Had these brats annoying me the whole watch.” Jesse says while rolling one of his shoulders. They break off to gather some street clothes. Fives and Echo hand Tup and Stitch a change of clothes before grabbing a pair of their own. They stuff them inside their armor. No way they were getting out of the temple unnoticed out of uniform. When they rendezvous back at Kix’s bunk everyone was already waiting.

“Alright so now we…” Kix starts before someone clears their throat behind their huddle. They turn to face Side-Eye glaring down at them.

“What’s going on?” He asks with the same annoyed and bored expression that he always has.

“We’re uh… We’re just…”

“We’re going out drinking. Wanna come?” Stitch asks cutting Fives off. Side-Eye glances to the side before shrugging.

“Sure.” He says.

“I… guess not.” He says while rubbing the back of his neck. He looks to the others. “Anyone have anymore clothes for Side-Eye?”

“Really?” Echo asks. “I just assumed because you are X’s right-hand man that…”

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” Side-Eye narrows his eyes at Echo.

Once Hardcase loans his last pair of street clothes to Side-Eye, they leave the barracks to head towards the 104thbarracks. Inside there’s music playing, some clones play video games off to the side, others nap and talk amongst themselves. Boost, Sinker, Waxer, and Boil notice them and wave them over.

“You boys ready?” Boil asks.

“Got any idea on how to sneak a group of fourteen out of the temple unnoticed?” Echo asks. Sinker clears his throat and gestures to a group of the 104th crowded around a bunk.

“We promised to pay for their beer tab at 79’s if they let us borrow their uniforms.” Boost explains. So began the most ungraceful amor switch Echo has ever seen. Most of the 104thcould see them change since there really wasn’t anywhere private a clone could go. They could go to the stalls in the refresher but then they would take up all of them and still be seen. Echo fidgets in his 104th armor while adjusting the street clothes stuffed in his chest piece. With everyone dressed they start to sneak out.

“Oh shit…” Stitch grumbles under his 104th helmet. Rex and X walk down the temple hallway. Rex is preoccupied with his datapad, but X’s eyes narrow at them. Everyone holds their breath as they pass. X stops nearly making Ghost walk into Side-eyes back. He turns and frowns at them.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” Rex asks. Rex’s eyes lift to their group. “Where are you boys off to?”

“Just going out for some drinks.” Jesse says under his 104th helmet. Rex didn’t look suspicious of anything, but X stared at them like he could see through their helmets.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” X hisses before turning to walk with Rex. They all let out a sigh a of relief. Echo stared after X. how did he know? Not only that but why did he let them go? Echo suddenly felt conflicted on leaving. They were supposed to be watching these guys and learning if they had any ill intent. He supposed getting them drunk might help loosen their tongues. But even as they exit the temple Echo wondered if Rex was really safe with X. or if X was safe to be in the temple at all.

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lilhemmo · 4 years

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honestly i love how much you love vegeta! and i really like the way you write him! would you be able to write something around the majin saga?? not necessarily in the saga but centered around the same type of things?? maybe vegeta admitting that he misses the way he used to be when he didn't care about anything and didn't have any attachments?? and then something happens to make him realize that love isn't a crutch but a weapon? thank you in advanced!!!

a/n: thank you so much, you sweet little thing!! i hope i do your request justice :)

a/n x2: wow i am pretty much just rambling in this fic. hopefully it makes some sort of sense.

“I will not be bested by that sad excuse for a Saiyan again!”

You hear the roar from across the courtyard and it piques your interest. You look outside to see Vegeta panting, chest heaving as he blasts through a training session. You want to laugh, but this time is different. Vegeta has always been tense, but the past few weeks have been excruciating.

“Vegeta!” you call, leaning out the open window of the kitchen. He turns just enough that you know he’s recognized your voice and you smirk, “Lunch is ready.”

“How dare you interrupt my training?” he scoffs, snatching a bottle of water from the countertop. Vegeta drinks the entire bottle, crunching the plastic between his hands before tossing it perfectly into the trash can.

You take a breath, “Are you okay?”

Vegeta pulls a plate of food from the counter and broods over the top of it for a moment before eating a few bites. He’s surprisingly reserved today, which only makes you even more scared and confused.

“I refuse to fall behind him any longer,” Vegeta scowls. His jaw trembles under the stress of his teeth as he grinds them together roughly. “Even in death, he surpasses me. I can sense it.”

You shake your head and lean against the counter, your arms tucked around your abdomen. “I think that’s part of the reason you’re having issues.”

He raises a brow and you swear you see his eyes start to glow. Vegeta grunts before shoveling another mouthful of food between his lips. he doesn’t answer you immediately, but when he does, the sheer anger that is simmering just beneath the surface of his words sends a chill down your spine.

“I would rather die than be bested by that terrible representation of our race.”

You swallow and respond despite everything in your body telling you to tread carefully, “I don’t know what crawled in your armor this morning, but you need to calm down. Your whole life doesn’t have to revolve around Goku, you know. Maybe try just getting better for yourself?”

“You foul woman,” Vegeta growls, grasping you by the collar to pull you close. “How dare you speak out against me, Prince Vegeta?”

“Talking about yourself in third person won’t make you any more intimidating,” you narrow your eyes at him and wedge your pointer finger into the hollow of his throat. “I’m sick and tired of this back and forth, Vegeta. It’s redundant for you to believe that all there is in life is for you to be better than Goku.”

“Kakarot,” he huffs under his breath.

You roll your eyes again, “Regardless! Haven’t you seen that there is so much more to life than just the next fight? You’re absolutely ridiculous!”

Somehow you manage to slap his hand away so he releases his grip on you. You turn on your heels and don’t look back over your shoulder as you make your way back to the engineering building, ready to fill your mind with busy work so you don’t have to worry over the frustrating prince.

Something shifts the next time he’s in the med bay.

You’ve engineered a new type of spray on bandage that minimizes healing time by half, which is much better than your last invention. You’re rubbing in the adhesive when you notice the Saiyan’s eyes are on you.

You tilt your head up in silent questioning. He does not say anything.

Vegeta’s dark eyes are difficult to look away from - he commands you with just a glance and you know he would have made a strong king, if his planet were still around. He would have been a proud Saiyan, one who led his people with honor.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks you, breaking your mind from your imaginative state.

You can’t help the small grin that perks your lips, “You.”

It’s bold, and daring, but you do it anyway.

His voice catches in his throat as his Adam’s apple rakes across the thin skin of his neck. Vegeta tenses under your hands, but you continue your ministrations despite it all. You are wrapping gauze around his bicep when he asks why you’d be thinking about him. If you weren’t so distracted by the sinew of his muscle, you’d be sure that he’s nervous.

“I’m imagining you on Planet Sadalla, or Planet Vegeta. You, as a king, with your tail.” You lick your lips and refuse to meet his eyes, you can’t handle the intensity now. A blush brings heat to your cheeks, “I think you’d have made a wonderful king, a great leader. You have honor and pride and you know your way around an enemy. I’m angry at Frieza for taking that from you; I wish I could punch him in his smug, alien face.”

A chuckle catches you off guard. You turn your head to look at him, a smile gracing his face. It’s strange, new. You want to cup his cheek with your palm and take in every curvature of his face, but you know better.

“Frieza would demolish you, little earth woman,” Vegeta cackles. His palm presses to your thigh where it’s straddling the bed next to his own body, and you feel a wave of heat and electricity spark in your veins. His eyes are hooded when he looks up at you, “I appreciate your desires, nonetheless.”

You grit your teeth for a moment as you contemplate speaking up again. Whatever emboldened you before is back at it, and when you say your next words, you confuse the Saiyan prince even more: “I hate what the world has put you through, Vegeta. You’ve been enslaved, murdered, stolen from your home, lied to, and manipulated. I wish I were strong enough to become everyone of your oppressors nightmares, but I know I’m not.”

“I don’t need your-”

Something stops Vegeta mid-sentence.

He clears his throat and starts again: “Would you like to train with me?”

“Wh-” You drop the bandage in your hand and it rolls around on the floor until it’s nothing but a cardboard tube. You tilt your head and he chuckles at the sight, “You look like a confused animal, earthling. Do you want to train or not?”

You swallow thickly and stumble over your words for a moment before agreeing. You pick at your cuticles when you speak again, “W-What would be the point? You’re so much stronger, I wouldn’t be a challenge for you at all.”

“Tch, nonsense,” Vegeta stands to his feet and flexes his hands into fists, feeling his way around the bandages there. “I trained with Kakarot, and he’s hardly more than a child in an overgrown Saiyan body.”

You shake your head. You can’t believe this.

“Vegeta, I-”

“Do you want to, or do you not? I won’t offer again.”

It’s another hour before he has you pinned to the ground, knee between your legs and a palm pressed firmly to your throat. You claw at his arms but he pins your wrists above your head with a quick side swipe.

You kick him in the back with your free leg and cry out for mercy. He chuckles as he releases his hand from your neck, but does not remove himself from you.

“You did well,” he tells you, brushing a stray lock of hair from where it was stuck with sweat against your cheek. Vegeta smirks, “You’ll be the strongest earthling in no time.”

You can’t help it when you laugh, “Vegeta, Krillin would take me out in one blow. You don’t have to lie to me, I know I’m a weakling.”

His thumb stops against your law and his eyes are like crystals when he glares down at you, “Don’t ever call yourself weak. You’re the strongest woman I know.”

The fact that he so gently left out “little earth” from before the “woman” bit does not go unnoticed by you. You take a chance and reach up to run your thumb over the pulsing muscle of his bicep.

“Gah,” he squints and steps away from you, rolling his shoulders as he stands to his full height. He shakes his head and looks down at you, “That’s all for today.”

You squeeze your palms a few times to regain feeling, noticing the small splits and cuts there. You weren’t able to get hits on Vegeta, but you did manage to slam into the walls and floors and fighter-bots a few times. He must notice you looking at them because he asks, “Does the doctor need a doctor?”

You don’t want to admit that the gashes in your hands hurt as bad as they do because he just called you strong, so instead you nod your head in the slightest. The motion makes him chuckle and you like the sight of a smile on his face.

He walks just ahead of you back to the med bay, his own bandages still fresh from the past few training sessions he’s held on his own. You find your way to one of the beds and sit a still as possible while he plucks different supplies from the cabinet. You think he’s going overboard - he’s got all kinds of things sitting on the counter now - but you dare not criticize him for fear of him possibly lashing out and you having to dress your wounds yourself.

“Thank you,” you force yourself to say before the pain of stitching you up begins. You look up at him as he loiters over you, all bulk and muscle. It’s still a strange sight to see when the smallest of grins upturns the corners of his lips.

“I couldn’t let you give yourself second-rate stitches,” he shrugs off your compliment, doling out a few anti-bacterial wipes to clean the blood and dirt off first. “If you get an infection, you won’t be able to train again.”

You nod and let him get to work. He slots himself between your knees and holds your palms more gingerly than you thought ever possible. You try your hardest not to wince when the antiseptic soaks into your open wounds, you know that Vegeta would take back what he said about you being the strongest woman he knows if he saw you squirming because of a little stinging pain.

“You can stop being so tense,” his voice is just as gentle as his touch and it startles you. You swear you hear a short bark of a laugh part his lips.

“I’m sorry.” You swallow the lump in your throat and try to relax your muscles. You swing your feet back and forth just enough to brush your thigh against his and the friction makes you both startle.

Vegeta looks you in the eye, “Why are women always apologizing?”

You’re confused by his question until you realize that you did in fact apologize. Your cheeks burn and you feel your stomach flip, “I-uh, I don’t know.”

“Well, little woman,” he grabs for the cotton bandages to wrap your clean hands so they can heal. “You should stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for, not with me.”

Vegeta turns his head and glances at your split lip before silently starting to clean it as well. His thumb brushes the pad of antiseptic over the cut and you hiss at the feeling. Surprisingly, he cradles your jaw in his palm and kneels down to look at your wound closer, never releasing the cotton pad from your lip.

You go to apologize, but he pushes the pad of his thumb against your parted lips, “Don’t.”

Your brow is raised and he answers your quiet question, “You were about to apologize. I already told you there’s no need.”

The lump in your throat grows with emotion and you let him continue his ministrations. He’s close to you and his Saiyan blood pumps hot in his veins, the skin of his that’s touching you making your body boil. You lean into his hand and he doesn’t rebuff you, so you stay there while he cleans your lip.

“There,” he removes the cleansing pad from your lip and takes a half step back from you. Vegeta looks up at you and you’re suddenly aware of how close your faces are. If you were to lean forward and he weren’t to run away, you could kiss him soundly, despite the split on your lip.

It takes all of the courage in your body, but you grip him by the hem of his shirt and tug him down to kiss him square on the mouth. Vegeta lets a surprised gasp echo from the back of his throat and it turns something over in your belly. You let your fingers wander, the pads of your bandaged hands brush over the taut muscle of his abdomen.

Vegeta’s hand is still on your jaw, his thumb just under the soft part of your chin. He holds you still, his other palm cupping your thigh as it inches up his side. You whimper as his teeth graze over your lip, splitting the wound again. His tongue touches the sensitive flesh and then he pulls away, his thumb finding the wound once again.

“I guess you’ll have to take a break from training, little woman,” Vegeta smirks, eyes tracking the movement of your pulse against your neck. He snickers, “You’re bleeding.”

“As if,” you curl closer to him, your ankles wrapped around his calves. “You just don’t want to have to face me again. Like I’d give you the satisfaction.”

The look on his face is one you can only describe as prideful.

“I’m only joining this stupid competition so I can kick Kakarot’s ass!” Vegeta growls, curling his hands to fists. “If we’re here for some silly reason other than the competition, I’m going to rip you all apart!”

Goku is standing in front of him, halo hovering over his head, and it’s like a billboard that displays all of the Saiyan prince’s inequities. The kai’s share their ideas and it only makes Vegeta’s blood boil.

A heat begins to pulse at the back of Vegeta’s head and he hears a voice, small and slithering like a tendril of smoke. It threatens to take over his mind if the plume grows too large.

I will give you the tools to overpower Goku and take back your Saiyan pride once more.

Vegeta shakes his head, the voice pounding against the sensitive spots just behind his eyes. He swallows the lump growing in his throat and tries to ignore the temptation.

You will finally be able to surpass the lower-class Saiyan and prove that you are the almighty Prince Vegeta!

A searing starts on Vegeta’s forehead and he doubles over in pain. He screams, attracting the eyes of those around him.

I will help rid you of all your possessions that are holding you back! You will be the mightiest warrior!

“Vegeta!”

He turns his eyes to see you in the bleachers, your hands cupped around your mouth as you shout out to him.

The way tears sit in your eyes makes his heart clench in his chest, but the burning keeps coming. The cloud of smoke is burning just behind his eyes, clouding his mind until it hurts to keep his eyelids open.

Your steps are quick as you rush down the bleachers, pushing past security. He can sense your energy as you come closer, and the closeness of it pulls him from his fog. He winces as he looks up at you, falling down to his knees as the writhing pain continues.

“What is going on?” you ask him, mirroring his position. You shake your head, “Hey, talk to me.”

“Get away from me, you foul woman!” Vegeta snaps.

You can see the tears in his eyes, and you know that there is something sly afoot. You run your hands over his shoulders and up his neck to cradle his jaw, “Stop this. What’s happening?”

Vegeta winces, “I-I said to get away.”

You notice there is a symbol pulsing red on his forehead - it looks similar to the letter “m”. You brush your thumb over the spot and Vegeta whimpers in pain.

“I need to beat Kakarot,” he murmurs, blood trickling from his nose at the struggle. “I am sick and tired of these earthly tendencies I’ve picked up. I’ve forgotten what it means to be a proud Saiyan!”

You tilt his chin upward and he looks you in the eyes and you can see that there is some horrible internal battle that he’s going through. You’re not sure if you can do anything to help him.

“Vegeta,” you whisper, your knees digging into the dirt. “I’m not sure who is trying to overpower you, but you’re so much stronger than this. You don’t need anyone else’s help to pass Goku’s power level. You can do it on your own!”

You palm his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. His eyes are dull and you feel his spirit fading as the mark on his forehead grows more opaque.

“I don’t need you,” he grits the words between his teeth like they hurt. Blood trickles down his nose as he continues fighting. His palms dig into the dirt, his Super Saiyan form threatening to break through. “I don’t need you!”

You try not to take it personally - he’s going through something and you must be a part of it. You swallow your pride and force your tears to stay locked away, “Vegeta. I can feel some negative energy. Please, tell me what’s going on.”

She does not know what it means to be a proud warrior. She is but a mortal! Get rid of her, she is the problem. She has made you weak, she has softened you. She is what is holding you back from becoming a true Saiyan warrior!

“You’re the issue,” he grumbles, looking you in the eye. His eyes glow blue and the aura around him starts to shine golden and you know that Super Saiyan is on the way. “You’ve made me weak, you frail, pathetic earthling! I’ve grown too comfortable here, too complacent. I’m a pathetic Saiyan - I should be proud! I should be formidable! Instead, I’ve become satiated. I’ve lost my drive!”

A resounding SLAP can be heard across the entire courtyard.

Vegeta’s cheek is bright red and your hand is ready to come back around for another smack. Your lip is trembling but you force yourself to speak, “Your doubt in this moment is what’s making you pathetic, Vegeta.”

His jaw goes slack and he tries to formulate a response but you notice the dark symbol on his forehead is beginning to fade just slightly.

“You having something to fight for makes you that much more powerful. When you have nothing to lose but yourself, it’s easy to fall, it’s easy to take a loss because it doesn’t matter.” You coddle his cheek, feeling horrible for the action but knowing it was necessary nonetheless. You lick your lips and feel your voice growing heavy, “Whatever this is that’s tempting you to break away from the path you’re going down, it’s lying to you. It’s manipulating you.”

“How dare you!” Vegeta’s brows are raised, eyes wild, “How dare you insinuate that I, the mighty Prince Vegeta, can be manipulated!?”

Your lip quivers, “Go on, then,” you shrug, falling back on your heels, “make it easy. Say I never mattered to you.”

Flashes of memories burn behind your eyelids. Moments of lips and hands and skin. Moments of secrets and truths and laughs. Moments where you thought the feelings blossoming between the two of you could mount to something much more permanent.

“I-” Vegeta’s voice is caught in his throat, his fingers shaking at his sides.

He’s looking down at you and trying to beat out the cloud in his mind, the voice that’s telling him how you really shouldn’t be important. He can’t help but feel that it’s all lies - but if it’s lies, then why does it feel so right?

That’s right, Vegeta. Let go of her. Let go of your attachment. I can make you powerful, but you have to let go.

“Listen to me, Vegeta,” you pull at his cheeks again, forcing his gaze to fall on you. You run your hands against his face and push his hair back out of his eyes, “I don’t know who is on the other side of this, but don’t let them win. You’re the strongest, smartest, and most capable fighter I know. You can beat this!”

Vegeta grips his hands in his hair and squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a feral scream. Tears surge down his cheeks and he starts talking in an ancient language that you don’t understand, and to someone that you cannot see.

The symbol on his forehead glows bright red before fading away.

He releases a puff of breath through his mouth before falling to the ground, the exertion from the internal struggle wearing out his body and mind.

You catch him against your own body, resting his head in your lap, “C’mon,” you look up at the others, “I’m going to take him back to Capsule. It looks like you guys have a fight to win.”

When Vegeta awakens, he’s surprised to find you curled up in a chair with a small scrap of a blanket covering only half of your body. There are gentle snores rumbling in your chest and the Saiyan finds himself grinning at the sound.

“Hmm,” you murmur as you readjust, your eyes opening just enough to check on him. Once you’ve realized that he’s awake, you leave your eyelids cracked so you can keep a closer watch on him.

“You stayed,” Vegeta manages. He doesn’t reach out to grasp for you - he doesn’t feel like he has the right. Not after what he said at the arena earlier. He never has really deserved you, but now he knows that you should run far away from him.

You nod and tuck the blanket up under your chin, “Yes, of course. Someone had to make sure you didn’t try for world domination in your sleep. You were under some heavy medicine.”

“I’m so sorry,” he blurts.

You’ve never heard Vegeta apologize for anything, ever.

Your body is moving before your mind can comprehend. You’re climbing into his hospital bed, holding onto your scarce blanket as to not totally invade his space. You tuck yourself into his side and take a deep breath.

“You were being controlled by a wizard, I know that now.” You brush your thumb against the bulging muscle of his bicep. “I’m so sorry, Vegeta. I just want you to have some peace.”

He turns, much to your surprise, and envelopes you in his arms. Your ankles cross and you hold back tears at the thought of what he was going through silently. You feel the warmth of his kiss against the top of your head, “I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I didn’t mean them. I-I was...frightened.”

You tilt your head upward, the corner of your mouth grazing his jaw, “I know. I can’t even imagine.”

Vegeta swallows and brushes his thumb over the shell of your ear, lingering against the corner of your jaw. He smiles, “You got me through it. He was trying to use you against me, to tell me that you were the reason I was weakening. And yet, knowing that it was you trying to talk me out of it was the very thing that convinced me to break out of the wizard’s control and come back to my senses.”

“I-I,” you take a short breath, unsure if you want to make your admission out loud. Instead, you back pedal, “You’re important to me, Vegeta. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

He tilts your head upward and you feel his lips before you can blurt out anything else emotional. Vegeta’s palm stays against your neck, so he can feel your pulse. For some reason he needs to be sure that you’re real and that you’re safe.

“You foul woman,” he murmurs against your lips, and you can feel the smirk in his voice. “How dare you make me fall in love with you?”

You smile in return, your body melting as he holds you close. You shrug, running your thumb over his collarbones. “I hope that won’t be a problem, Prince Vegeta?”

His eyes turn to dark, crystalline orbs that take in your every minuscule movement. Vegeta’s breath hitches, “No, little woman.” He presses a warm kiss to your lips, biting down on your lower lip with his sharp canine teeth.

“I don’t think it will.”

a/n: I HOPE THAT YOU LOVED IT. FEEL FREE TO REQUEST MORE! SORRY TO THOSE WHO HATE ME WRITING THIS WAY BUT IDC I LOVE IT AND I’M WATCHING SUPER RIGHT NOW AND IT’S GOT ME IN MY FEELS FOR GEETS.

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