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sinning-23 · 3 months

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Glass Chandelier

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Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive content

Chapter 2

Sanji had promised himself he would never look at a woman in this way, yet here you were making his mouth water. Your hips dip down with each step you take, the plush of your thighs and ass melting into your waist so nicely. He wonders what it’d feel like under his palms but quickly shakes the thoughts away. If Patty wasn’t just fucking with him, you’d be back there tomorrow night too.

The interaction spins in his head over and over again as he separates seaweed and rice into bowls, focused on making each rice ball the perfect shape as he molds it in his hands. It proved to become increasingly more difficult the longer he thought of you though. One interaction as you consumed every waking thought. He had planned to be here on the ship with his newly made friend and his not-so-tolerable first mate but here he was...

According to Luffy, he was dying when he had come into the restaurant before opening and needed help. Though the morning's events had been in his head, you were wedged in here somewhere, the possibility of you being in your designated booth, the dim light making you look even more beautiful. God and your voice? He could melt whenever those honeyed tones slipped past your glossed lips.

Nami stomped in, a panic set in her eyes as she explained Arlong had threatened a few of the guests and part of his stomach sank. What if you were in here. What if he had threatened you or hurt you or-

Luffy is already heading out the door and Sanji doesn't stop himself from following close behind.

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It's bad...the bite is deep and the open wound is bound to get infected if he doesn't work quickly. Your eyes are watery and he curses himself for not being able to protect you, even if it's not his job and he really had no idea you would be here this early. Hell, with what he saw, you didn't really need protecting. You fought well, your attacks were calculated and swift. Like an angel... a very violent and precise angel.

He fights the urge to kiss your tears away, opting to lift you gently at the waist and onto the counter. Your hands are slightly clenched at your side as he grimaces at the blood-soaked towel. Your skin is so soft, littered with small faded scars here and there. Its warm under his touch and with the way the kitchen light hits it, it shimmers almost. Your eyes are low, focusing on the movement of his hands and forearms as he moves.

He knows you're staring but he opts not to point it out. He can't blame you though seeing as he's staring right back at you. The way your lip tucks slightly when he touches a particular tender part. How your skin is already forming darker bruises. It angers him but the fight is over now and there's not much else to do but recover. Your legs swing slightly and he smirks at this, how cute. He doesn't even know your name... And the question slips past his chapped lips so easily.

"Why, you wanna take me out on a date?"You tease, looking up at him from under long lashes, that sneaky little smirk playing at your lips.

Gods that sounded delightful. The vivid daydream of you on his arm while he pushed the hair from your face and kissed the back of your hand before you entered some sickly sweet date spot. How you'd swoon and shoot his flirts back with vigor. But no one actually says that to a woman they've never met. So Sanji opts to compliment your abilities as a fighter.

His index finger lifts your chin, and he's pleased to witness the color rise to your cheeks and your breath catch in your throat.

"You just took on 3 fishmen who were twice your size.I wanna know who I'm thanking for that." He speaks, looking you up and down. Little does he know, the action makes you heat.

If Zeff's exasperated sigh and grunt didn't pull him away, the frantic request to help from Usopp did and he was out of the kitchen before you could properly answer.

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Luffy lays helplessly against the doc, breath heavy as he tries to take in as much air as his lungs would allow. Nami was gone, and so was their map. The crew was falling apart at the seams and it didn't look as if there was a bright side, besides being alive that is. Sanji heaves, chest rising and falling as water falls from his soaked hair and down his face.

"Holy shit-" You huff, somewhat losing the limp in your walk as you approach the group of 3. "Is he okay?" You question, choking a bit when you peer down at Sanji's kneeling frame. So that's what was under that nicely tailored suit.

He only shakes his head, unsure, pushing the wet hair from his face. Sanji's gaze lingers for a while as he looks at your injury.

"Bleeding stopped. I'll live." You answer, feeling the gaze of the third party, a dark-skinned boy with a bandana, looking for answers through your short conversation with the blonde.

You grunt, using your dwindling strength to lift the curly-haired straw hat wearer up. Sanji helps as 'bandana' trails behind.

The ship wasn't too far ahead, and thank god it wasn't because despite how he looked this child was heavy as fuck. He managed to pick up some of his own weight along the way and in no time you were aboard the ship.

"You're a great fighter! You should join our crew you know." The boy who you'd learned was Luffy spoke, surprising you a bit.

Join a crew? His crew? As a pirate? Quite frankly it wouldn't be the weirdest thing you done. Spontaneous sure, but not odd. It was like the Baratie was hiring any time soon and your line of work had slowed since being at this restaurant for the last 6 months. You needed to pick up the slack and this last fight had shown just how rusty you'd gotten. However, being on a boat again...

"He asked me the same thing." the blonde hums, seeing you process the request.

A chuckle escapes you and you lean against the island in what looks like the kitchen as Luffy and 'bandana' leave to lord knows where. It wasn't much of a concern of yours when you were watching blondie throw a towel over his shoulders, just barely covering his arms and chest.

"Made your choice yet?" You quip, tucking your lip between your teeth.

He smirks, stepping closer as to fill the gap between the two of you. His hair is not as wet as before but it's still slightly damp. You can't help but look at his shirtless frame, hell any woman with a libido and type like yours would be drooling too.

He's genuinely thinking of a response, as if he hadn't quite made up his mind yet about the whole pirate thing. In your head, it would prove to be quite the adventure and perhaps you'd be able to see what the blond had prepared in terms of trying to court you. He'd already tried his hand, touching you just slightly here and there, his lingering gaze starting to burn you up.

"You made yours?"

Your fingers dance across his forearms, making note of the way they tense at your touch. Soon they're at his collarbone and down the line of his chest and torso.

His skin is so damn soft. How is that even possible. When you gaze up, his face is tinted and you can tell he's holding his breath.

"I'm still debating." You answer, head snapping n the direction of the new sound that had just interrupted.

"ZORO!"

The two of you make haste in traveling to where Luffy's voice rang out and sure enough there he was, very happily squeezing a very injured man in a relieved hug.

According to the very sloppy recap from the guy you learned was named Usopp and Luffy, this new guy 'Zoro' had decided it was a fabulous idea to challenge former warlord and infamous swordsman Dracule Mihawk.

The man laid before you was a bit taller than the blonde and a bit slimmer? You didn't focus much on his figure but the bright green hair sproutng from his head. He only spared you a small glance before closing his eyes back.

"That's gonna leave a pretty gnarly scar." You comment, arms crossed over your chest as his brow twitches.

"Better than having a chunk out my shoulder."

Touche

Luffy embraces the swordsman and his body tenses, a wince of pain spreading over his face. You cant help but smile at their bond. someone so loyal to their captain heyd fight death...and someone so loyal to their crew they'd keep them tethered...someone so supportive they have your back even if it kills them to do so.

"I had the strangest dream than Nami left." Zoro speaks, his eyes cracking open in somewhat disbelief.

"Nami?" You quip, brow raised.

"It wasnt a dream. She left with the Arlong pirates. And she took the map. Now we we have to save her." Luffy explains, a twing of hurt evident in his voice. Zoro doestn question it, only closing his eyes and taking a heavy breath..

"Im sorry, who is Nami?" You whisper to the blonde, brow raise slightly.

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The ship is quickly stocked with barrels of food and drink for the journey ahead. You'd already packed up the little bit of life you had and successfully tossed it aboard. Usopped rolled barrels as Zoro sat, three swords against his hip. You do what you can, pushing barrels here and there but Sanji is quick to make you sit when he sees this.

"Why do we need the waiter?" Zoro chirps from beside you, seeing as that's where you opted to sit.

"Because we cant boil water." Usopp responds as you sniker.

Zoro was less than talkative, the occasional heavy sigh filling the air. If you were to stay on this ship filled with testosterone until you arrived wherever 'Nami' was, you needed to make some friends. Even if it was temporary.

"Three swords is a choice. Wheres the third one go." You question, observing them a bit better now since you were seated next to him.

"You talk a lot." he answers, eyes closed, face still.

"You don't talk enough." You shoot back, crossing your arms over your chest.

This guys was such diva.

"You not too fond of blondie I'm realizing." It was only meant as an observation but that was enough to slightly open the conversation.

"I tolerate him for my captain's sake. Besided, apparently we cant boil water. He'll be at leat a little useful for something."

There’s a bit of silence before he speaks again, his eyes practically piercing through you.

“What’re you useful for?”

What an odd question. Sure you had skills in the fighting department. The little personality you had left felt like it left your body when you chose your profession…not like it was your choice.

You’d joined the crew in hopes the blonde would too….subconsciously that is. You were still trying for to fool yourself into thinking you hadn’t fallen for him in the slightest. You were wrong.

What are you useful for.

The ship begins to move and you also decide to remove yourself rom the swordsman. Any more questions and you’d be internally debating your entire existence fooling around with this goon. Perring over the ships edge a wave of dread hits you.

When’s the last time you set foot on a boat? Your wrists and ankles twinge a bit, a bitter memory making your stomach turn. Just because you suppress a memory doesn’t mean your body will forget it.

Perhaps this was a poor choice

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george-weasleys-girl · 9 months

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Uhm, it's the last one now 🙈

Can I send you this one again? Wordsmith - Send me a trope/prompt, and your choice of either George or Fred, and I will weave you a short blurb. Please? Thank you 😌

And again with George Weasley with this prompt, "Lay a finger on her, and I will end your life, and I mean that very seriously." and this trope hurt/ comfort

I hope it's okay 🙈

Voices Carry

George Weasley x Fem!reader

Warnings: emotionally abusive relationship, gaslighting, cursing

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Inspired by the song Voices Carry by 'Til Tuesday.

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"I told him I was done with his bullshit," Y/N said. "Then I threw my glass of wine in his face and took off those god-awful shoes he made me wear and threw them at him too."

"And right in the middle of the restaurant, too," George laughed. "I would've loved to have seen the look on his face."

"Me too. He was too busy trying to crawl under the table for me to get a good look." Y/N gave him a sheepish grin and then looked down.

George titled his head down to get a look at her face. "You did good love. I'm glad you finally kicked him to the curb."

Y/N sighed. "Yeah, I know. But I should've done it sooner. I just kept thinking things would get better if I said or did all the right things. That he'd... I don’t know... be better, you know?" She gave a bitter laugh. "Godric, I'm such a fucking idiot."

George moved to sit beside her. "You are not an idiot, Y/N. If anyone is an idiot, it's him for not seeing the treasure he had in you. Any guy with half a brain would be proud to have you on his arm."

"Oh, um, thanks." Y/N took a sip of her wine. "That's really sweet of you to say."

"I say it because it's true."

A brief, shy smile quirked at the corners of her lips, and she took another sip of wine. "Hey - um," Y/N began. "I was wondering if I could crash here for a little while?Just until I save up a deposit for my own place."

"Of course," George put his arm around her. "You can stay as long as you need."

"Thanks," she said and leaned her head on his shoulder.

~•~

George let go of the breath he'd been holding for what seemed like ages. Over the past several months, he'd stood by helplessly as Y/N's now ex-boyfriend, Eric, attempted to mold her into a shape that didn't tarnish his precious image.

"Why do you talk so much?"

"Why do you laugh so loud?"

"Nobody wants to hear that."

"Why do you insist on dressing like that? You look terrible."

"Stop crying! God, why are you so sensitive about everything?"

"Work run late? Or were you too busy flirting with your boss?"

The bastard took and took and took from her until she was a ghost of the confident, vibrant woman George had grown to love.

"I never thought I'd hate someone," he'd confided to Fred. "But I hate him so much it hurts. Y/N just has to give me the word, and they'll never find his fucking body."

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The raised voices in the back corner of the store caught George's attention almost immediately. He turned the corner, and his vision ran red. Eric had Y/N pinned against the wall, one of his fists raised.

Before he could strike, George had him by the collar, pulling him off Y/N and backward into a shelf of Extendable Ears. The display tilted, spilling its contents in all directions and causing Eric to trip and fall forward onto George, who pulled him up to eye level. "Lay a finger on her, and I will end your life, and I mean that very seriously."

Eric sneered, twisting himself out of George’s grasp. "I don't know why you want to waste your time on that worthless - "

George's fist slammed into Eric's face cutting off whatever else he was about to say. He stumbled back, cradling his bloody nose. "You broke my fucking nose!" He bellowed. The younger twin rolled his eyes and grabbed Eric's collar once more, dragging him with one hand down the stairs and through the store to the entrance. He threw open the door and tossed Eric out. "Stay away from Y/N, or next time, I'll break more than your nose," George snarled, then slammed the door shut.

~•~

"Are you sure you're ok?" George poured Y/N and himself two hefty shots of firewhiskey.

"Yeah... yeah, of course."

He eyed her over his glass but said nothing.

"Look, I'm really sorry," she said. "I never dreamed he would do something like that."

"Love, that wasn't your fault," George replied. "I still can't believe he had the audacity to strut right in as if I wouldn't wipe the floor with his pompous ass."

Y/N giggled a little at that. "I must admit it was kinda fun watching you drag him through the store."

"It was kinda fun doing it," George chuckled and then downed his whiskey. "So, umm... Fred and I have been talking. How do you like the spare bedroom? Are you sleeping well enough?"

"Uh, yeah, it's good," she smiled. "The bed is super comfy."

"That's great!" George grinned. "How would you feel about becoming our roommate?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "Roommate?"

"Yeah, I really love you being around all the time, and I'd... miss you when you move out."

Y/N went very still and very quiet for a few long moments. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I - I'd miss you too."

"You would?" George looked stunned. "Really?"

Y/N nodded. "I really would."

"So, does that mean you're staying?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "I'm staying."

~•~

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skyeet-the-writer · 3 months

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The One with George Stephanopoulos

this chapter made me want pizza and alcohol okay bye chandler bing x female!reader summary: its been a few months since you moved to the city and you're settling in pretty well with your new group of friends word count: ~4.5k warnings: mentions of black mold, alcohol, a little snooping, but its harmless fun <previous next>

"What would you guys do if you were omnipotent?" you ask suddenly during a quiet afternoon in the cafe.

"Probably make myself immortal," Monica says, looking up from her crossword. "And be able to time-travel, I've always wanted to do that as a kid."

"Ooh, time travel would be sick," you say. "I'd want to immediately know how to play the bass."

"Oh, that's good, that's good." Rachel smiles, handing you your latte.

"What about you, Phoebe?" you ask the woman sitting on the floor.

"I would want, um, world peace. No more hunger. Good things for the rainforest." She grins before quickly adding, "Oh, and bigger boobs!"

"Well, see, you took mine," Ross says. You giggle, holding your warm mug and leaning back into the couch next to Chandler, who quickly removes his arm from behind the couch. "Chandler, what about you?"

Chandler shrugs. "If I were omnipotent for a day, I'd make myself omnipotent forever."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "Lame."

Rachel also tches. "See, there's always that one guy. 'If I had a wish, I'd wish for three more wishes.'"

You laugh again and turn as the door opens. Joey walks in and you hit him with your burning question. "Joey! Joey, what would you do if you were omnipotent for a day?"

He blinks at your question and answers, "Probably kill myself."

Your eyes widen and you breathe out a laugh. "Sorry?"

"Hey," he starts as he takes a seat beside Ross. "If little Joey's dead, then I've got no reason to live."

You shake your head and take a sip of your drink.

"Uh, Joey." Ross's first mistake was to try and help. "Omnipotent."

Joey's eyes widen and in the most sympathetic voice you've ever heard him use, he says, "You are?"

You choke on your drink, laughing into your mug and almost spilling coffee on yourself. Chandler places a hand on your back while Phoebe hands you a napkin, taking your drink from you. You laugh again, wiping your face, and look at Joey.

"Dude, you're so funny. Do you know that?"

Joey smiles and shrugs. "People say that I am."

You clear your throat and lean back in your seat again. Chandler has an arm across the back of the couch again, but this time he doesn't move it, something everyone but you catches on to.

His arm doesn't move for the next thirty minutes either. Eventually, you notice but think nothing of it. Ross does it with Phoebe and there's certainly nothing there. Your newfound friend group talks about nothing and everything at once as the afternoon grows later. After a while, you glance at your watch and realize you need to head out, even though you don't want to.

With a groan, you sit up. "I've got to head out."

"Why?" Monica wonders.

You sniff and start to get your things together in your tote bag. "My window is leaking in my bathroom and kitchen, so my super is going to check it out. Also, there's this weird substance on my windowsills that looks like dirt, but I swear to god if it's black mold I'm going to kill someone."

"Well, good luck," Chandler says, watching you take out your walkman and put the headphones around your neck.

"I'll be back in an hour or so," you tell them and start your mixtape. "See you guys later."

And then you head out. Chandler watches you through the window--which isn't creepy because it's so big. He watches you take out your lighter and light a cigarette before walking on your way. For someone who moved to the city a few months ago, you already seem very much at home.

The second the door closes, Joey moves to sit by Chandler and says, "Chan. If you don't ask her out, I'm going to."

"Yeah, why haven't you asked her yet?" Monica asks. "With the way your arm was behind her for an hour, someone would assume you guys are dating."

Chandler scoffs and shrugs, feeling his neck heat up. "I--I don't know. I think she's too cool for me."

"She's too cool for all of us," Ross says.

"I think she's into you." Phoebe pokes his leg and smiles. "She's always around you."

"Yeah, because I was the first person she met here and she's my friend."

"So? I think you'd have a shot." Phoebe tells him. "Her aura is brighter around you."

Chandler isn't sure what that means, but he shrugs anyway. "I--I don't know. I really think she's cool, I don't want to mess this friendship up."

His friends nod in understanding but Joey asks, "So, does this mean I can ask her on a date?"

"No!" he blurts out, perhaps too loudly because someone at a neighboring table turns to glare at him for a moment.

"Woah, okay, man." Joey holds his hands up in surrender. "I know now to mess with your girl."

Heat rushes to Chandler's cheeks and he huffs, feeling very uncomfortable. "Whatever."

~*~

An hour and a half later, you return to the coffee shop pissed out of your mind. You angrily open the door and let it slam shut behind you. Monica, Phoebe, and Ross are still here and all look at you when you approach. You're frowning, something they've never seen you do before, and your head looks like it's about to explode.

"Woah, what's up?" Monica asks as you dramatically sit between Ross and Phoebe. "You look pissed."

"Because I am," you snap, shedding your jacket. "There's black fucking mold in my apartment."

"Oh, gross!"

"No, it gets better," you add, looking between your friends while your heart thumps rapidly in your throat. "It's not just my apartment. It's the entire goddamn floor."

"Oh no!"

"That's awful."

Phoebe puts her arm around you and you lean into your side, feeling yourself calm down quickly as her scent of patchouli envelops you. "I asked how long it would take them to fix it, but the super said I had to move out for a week."

"For a week?" Monica asks.

You nod. "Yeah. I hate to ask, but could I maybe stay with you and Rachel? I'll chip in with food and stuff."

Monica smiles and says, "Yeah, of course. Phoebe was actually going to be spending the night too, we can have a girls' night."

"Oh, that's fun!" Phoebe exclaims, smiling.

You grin and feel your anger slip away. You're lucky to have these people as your friends. "Thanks."

~*~

Later that night, you're making drinks with Phoebe and Monica while dressed in your pajamas. You went to your apartment to pack your things and you're glad you did your laundry yesterday.

Rachel is out with her friends and you want to assume they're nice, but they give you snooty rich-girl vibes. Plus their screaming only made you more angry than you were before, but now that you've taken two shots of rum, you feel a little better.

You fire up the blender again on your famous Tiki Death Punch--which is really just a strawberry and pineapple daiquiri--while Phoebe gets the glasses out and the door opens.

"Hey, Rach," Monica greets, finishing up the cookie dough. "How was it with your friends?"

And then, in unison, you, Phoebe, and Monica scream, mocking what Rachel and her friends did. You giggle and take off the lid to analyze your work before unplugging the blender and moving toward the glasses. But when you look back up, Rachel does not look amused and you hiss through your teeth. "Anyway, you want some Tiki Death Punch?"

"What's that?" Rachel asks, sounding exhausted.

You finish pouring the third glass and answer, "Well, it's rum and--"

Rachel doesn't even let you finish before she's taken the pitcher from your hands and is sticking a straw through the liquid.

You blink at your empty hands. "Okay."

"We thought that Phoebe was staying over and Y/N is staying here for the week, we'd have kinda like a slumber party thing. We've got trashy magazines, we've got cookie dough, we got Twister."

"I brought Monopoly and Balderdash," you add, glancing at the phone as it rings.

"And I brought Operation," Phoebe says, walking towards Rachel, who looks miserable. "But, um, I lost the tweezers so we can't operate. But we can prep the guy!"

You smile at her enthusiasm.

With the phone in her hand, Monica walks towards Rachel and says, "Uh, Rach, it's the Visa card people."

She groans and rolls her eyes. "Oh, God, ask them what they want."

"Could you please tell me what this is in reference to?" Monica asks into the phone before lowering it down and addressing Rachel. "Um, they say there's been some unusual activity on your account."

"But I haven't used my card in weeks," Rachel says, sounding even more exasperated now.

"That is the unusual activity." Rachel stands and pinches the bridge of her nose as Monica adds, "Look, they just want to see if you're okay."

"They want to know if I'm okay? Okay, they want to know if I'm okay. Okay, let's see." Slowly, you take a sip each time she says okay. "Well, let's see, the FICA guys took all my money. Everyone I know is either getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted and I'm getting coffee. And it's not even for me! So if that sounds like I'm okay, okay, then you can tell them I'm okay. Okay?"

You swallow your last sip and see that half of your drink is gone.

Monica slowly licks her lips and lifts the phone to her ear. "Uh, Rachel has left the building. Can you call back?"

"Alright, come on!" With her voice breaking and tears in her eyes, Rachel unfurls the game mat and says, "Let's play Twister."

"Oh, Rachel!" You walk over to her and lead her to the couch as she wipes her tears. "Come on, babe, it's okay, you're fine."

"No, I'm not!" she exclaims, sniffling. "Everyone I know is being more productive than I am."

Monica sits on the other side of her and rubs her arm. "Oh, come on. You should feel great about yourself. You're doing this amazing and independent thing!"

But she just rolls her eyes and asks, "Monica, what is so amazing? I gave up, like, everything! And for what?"

"You are just like Jack!" Phoebe exclaims from her spot on the table.

Looking at her, you squint. "Pheebs, I'm a little tipsy, but what are you talking about?"

"Jack from 'Jack and the Beanstalk'," she answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "See, he gave up something, but then he got those magic beans. And then he woke up and there was this--this big plant outside of his window full of possibilities and stuff. And he lived in a village and you live in the village."

Rachel holds up a hand to stop her. "Okay, but, Pheebs, Pheebs. Jack gave up a cow. I gave up an orthodontist. Okay? I--I know I didn't love him, but--"

"Oh, see, Jack did love the cow."

You sigh and take another long sip of your drink.

"But, see, it was a plan," Rachel continues. "You know? It was clear. Everything was figured out and now everything's just kinda like..."

She flails her hands around, searching for the word, and you suggest, "Floopy?"

"Yeah."

You put your hands back on her arm and say, "I've been there."

"Really?" she asks, looking at you.

You nod. "Yeah, I'm there right now. I mean, I want to be a famous screenwriter and probably a director. But I live in a shitty apartment with black mold and I work as a hostess." You laugh at yourself and continue. "I live, like, three thousand kilometers away from home in a whole new country. I was supposed to go to school for nursing because my mom and my dad are both doctors, but I changed my major halfway through and moved here." You smile at her and rub up and down her arm. "And I'm happy I did because I met you guys. And, sure, I kind of hate my job and I don't have any time to write and I pour oil down my drains to fuck with my landlord. But I'm doing my own thing, doing what I like. Not what everyone else is doing. Does that make sense?"

Rachel shrugs, but then she nods.

Monica puts a hand on her shoulder. "Yeah. I mean, you've just gotta figure at some point it's all gonna come together, and it's just gonna be...un-floopy."

But then Rachel sighs and says, "Okay, but, Monica, what if--what if it doesn't come together?"

Monica rocks back and forth, searching for an answer, before quietly saying, "Pheebs?"

Phoebe puts her drink down and starts, "Well, 'cause you just like...I don't like this question. Y/N?"

You think about this question every night in bed, but you don't have an answer. And so you look around, muttering things under your breath so the heat will be off you.

"Okay, see, see you guys? What if we don't get magic beans? I mean, what if all we've got are...beans?"

Yeah, that's a thought that crosses your mind in the middle of the night too. And so you loudly slurp up the rest of your drink and pick up the pitcher. "I need more rum."

~*~

An hour and two pitchers of Tiki Death Punch later, you're all sitting in various positions in the living room. Phoebe is lying on the floor with her head on the ottoman and her hair over her face. Monica is eating cookie dough right out of the bowl with the wooden spoon. Rachel is lying across the couch with her legs in your lap. You're on your third drink and you're not even sure you can finish that. God, you're depressed, you really should get in touch with a pharmacist to get back on Prozac, but that's a hassle with the American healthcare system. Why can't it just be free like the rest of the world?

Rachel, who is changed into much comfier clothes, sighs and says, "I'm sorry, guys, I didn't mean to bring you down."

"No, you were right," Monica says, smushing the dough. "I don't have a plan!"

There's a knock at the door and that's the first time you've felt happy in forty-five minutes. "Thank Christ, food."

Rachel gets up to get the pizza and Monica says, "Phoebe?"

"Huh?" She flips her ponytail out from her face.

"Do you have a plan?"

She scoffs and says, "I don't even have a pla'."

Rachel swings the door open and a young teenage kid is standing there with pizzas. "Hi. One mushroom, green pepper, and onion?"

You almost burst into tears right then and there.

Rachel sighs. "No, no, no that's not what we ordered! We ordered a fat-free crust with extra cheese!" She also sounds like she's about to cry and lifts her fingers to her temple.

"Wait, you're not G. Stephanopoulos?"

"No."

"Oh, man, my dad's gonna kill me!"

Suddenly, Monica jumps across your legs and you almost piss yourself. Slowly, you and Phoebe follow as she asks the teenager, "Did you say G. Stephanopoulos?"

He nods. "Yeah, yeah, this one goes across the street. I must've given him yours. Oh, bonehead, bonehead." To be honest, him hitting himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand does make you smile a little.

"Wait, was this a--a small Mediterranean guy with curiously intelligent good looks?"

The kid nods. "Yeah, sounds about right."

"Was he wearing a stunning blue suit?"

"A--and a power tie?" Phoebe adds.

The kid shakes his head. "Nah, pretty much just a towel."

Monica's mouth drops and she leans on Phoebe for support like she's swooning. "Oh, god."

"So do you guys want me to take this back?" the poor kid asks.

"What? Are you nuts?" Monica seizes the pizza from his hand. "We've got George Stephanopoulos' pizza!"

While Rachel pays the kid, Monica rushes to the window and grabs the binoculars.

"Who is George Stephanopoulos?" you ask Phoebe.

But before she can answer, Monica shouts out, "I see pizza!"

Phoebe runs over to look, but you and Rachel stay by the pizza. You open it and almost start to salivate. You haven't eaten since lunch and you've been craving pizza all week.

"Who are we spying on?" Rachel wonders.

"You know the White House Advisor? Clinton's campaign guy, uh, the one with the great hair, sexy smile, and really cute butt?"

You laugh at her description and eat a piece of bell pepper. "No, but I wish I did."

Rachel nods. "Oh, yeah, the little guy! Oh, I love him!"

Together, you each take a piece of pizza and walk over to the window as Phoebe says, "Ooh, wait, I see a woman."

"Oh, please tell me it's his mother," Monica says.

You squint to try to see where she's looking, but it's too dark for you to see much.

And then Phoebe says, "It's definitely not his mother."

"Oh no."

"Oh, wait, she walking across the floor. She's walking, she's walking, she's going for the pizza." Angrily, Phoebe shouts out, "Hey, that's not for you, bitch!" Quickly, she covers her mouth and the four of you giggle. Rachel hands Monica her piece of pizza and you bite into your own.

Yeah, you don't need Prozac anymore, not if you have pizza and the girls.

~*~

A little while later, you're all out on the balcony. You're full of pizza and alcohol, but you're drinking water now. It's cold outside and there's a blanket over the metal chair you're sitting on and you're wearing the red sweatshirt Chandler gave to you a couple of weeks ago when you said you were cold. You forgot to give it back and maybe if you wear it you'll remember.

Monica comes back in with another pitcher of Death Punch and by now you're sure you've used up all your rum. But it's okay because you're having fun spying on his American politician with your friends.

"Are the lights still out?" Monica asks, climbing through the window.

"Yeah," Rachel says, binoculars still glued to her eyes.

"Well, maybe they're napping."

You scoff, straw halfway in your mouth. "Please, they're having sex, Mon."

"Shut up!" Monica and Phoebe shout at the same time.

You laugh, leaning your head back.

Everyone gets their drinks and sits back down when Rachel asks, "So what do you think George is like?"

"I think he's shy," Monica answers.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. I think you have to draw him out. And then...when you do, he's a preppy animal."

You all giggle and you feel like a schoolgirl again. You swat at her while she laughs and you laugh and so do Phoebe and Rachel.

Another half-hour later, you're all laughing and telling each other lies that you've told other people.

"Okay, okay I got one," Monica says and looks at Phoebe. "Do you remember that vegetarian pâté that I made that you loved so much?"

The vegetarian nods.

Monica snickers. "Well, unless goose is a vegetable!"

You and Rachel laugh while Phoebe screws her face up in disgust.

"Okay, fine, fine. Now I don't feel so bad about sleeping with Jason Hurley."

You sip on your water, having no idea who that is, but enjoying the way Monica's eyes widen. "What? You slept with Jason?"

"You were already broken up."

"How long?"

Phoebe shrugs. "Just a couple hours."

You laugh while Monica rolls her eyes.

Giggling, Rachel sits up. "Okay, okay, I got one." But since the pillow is leaning on the side of the wall, when she sits up, it falls to the balcony below. You smile as she continues. "Anyway. The Valentine Tommy Rollerson left in your locker was really from me!"

Monica looks at her friend. "Excuse me?"

Rachel returns to her original position. "Oh, hello? Like he was really gonna send you one." Monica rolls her eyes and Rachel adds, "She was a big girl."

You gasp and laugh.

"Well, at least big girls don't pee their pants in the seventh grade," she retaliates, leaning toward you and Phoebe.

Rachel gasps, "I was laughing! You made me laugh!"

As the two girls argue, movement catches your eye and you look across the street to where George lives and gasp, standing up. "Look, there he is!"

"Where?"

You blink, pointing at his huge windows. "Right where we've been looking all night."

Together, the four of you watch this man stand only clad in a towel. If you were sober, you'd feel bad.

"Oh, he's so cute," Rachel says.

"George, baby, drop the towel!" Monica exclaims.

In unison, you all chant "Drop the towel" and you're pretty sure he can hear you. Because then he does. And you gasp and all say, "Wow."

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you look away, giggling. "Okay, I don't know if Clinton is a good president, but I'll vote for him if that's his campaign manager."

The girls giggle and go back to their seats before you all can be arrested for spying.

"I have a question, Y/N," Rachel says, hopping back up on the ledge.

"What's up?"

"Are you interested in anyone right now?"

You raise a brow at the sudden question. "Well, now I'm interested in George Stephanopoulos."

Rachel rolls her eyes but smiles. "I can understand that."

Shrugging, you stir your water with your straw. "I mean, not really. I moved here a few months ago. I've been trying to figure my way around the city, I guess I haven't had much time to look at anyone like that."

"Then why are you wearing Chandler's sweatshirt?" Phoebe asks, smiling as she takes a sip of her drink.

You look down at the piece of fabric and rub it between your fingers. It's soft and thick and it reminds you of him. "He lent it to me the other week. I just...forgot to give it back."

"Okay," Phoebe says with a breathy laugh like she doesn't believe you.

You look at your friends and see that they all have the same expression--they suspect something. "W--what? No, it's not like that!"

"We didn't say anything," Monica assures you.

"You didn't have to." You take another gulp of your drink and feel some heat creep up your cheeks. "I don't know. He's my friend and I think he's cute, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now, you know?"

"Yeah, I do," Rachel agrees and you hear the truth in her voice. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay," you tell them. "I mean. Chandler is funny and he's really sweet, but, like, mentally I'm not ready." Something dawns on you and you grab Monica's arm with wide eyes. "Does he have a thing for me?"

"No," she answers easily. "No, have you met Chandler? He's the most socially awkward person I've met."

Slowly, you nod, staring down at your drink. "Okay, okay. Cool. 'Cause I don't want to make things awkward." And then you're quiet, still staring at your drink, before you put it on the small, dingy table and stand up. "I'm going to use the bathroom."

"Are you okay?" Phoebe asks as you wobble over to the window.

"Yeah," you answer, slowly folding yourself to go through it. Your vision is swimming a little. "I'm just drunk."

"We all are," Rachel says and watches as you go back into the apartment. When the door closes, she leans close to her friends and says, "No one tell Chandler."

Monica places a hand on her heart. "No, for sure. She's totally justified, though, I wouldn't want to date someone directly after moving to another country."

Phoebe nods. "Besides, Chandler is a big boy, he can figure out his own feelings." But then she adds after a moment, "Well, maybe not, but that's his problem."

Rachel and Monica chuckle and go back to spying on Stephanopoulos.

~*~

Later, the boys come back from their hockey game. Before you can ask who won, you see Ross wearing a brace over his nose. Chandler tells you that he was hit in the face with a puck and ended up having to go to the emergency room for a broken nose.

But Ross seems in happier spirits than he was before and that you're grateful for.

Eventually, Phoebe, Joey, Monica, and Rachel are playing a game of Twister while Ross flicks the spinner. You're making some more drinks with the remaining rum for the boys to have, figuring they need it after their night.

"What's the legal drinking age in Canada?" Chandler asks, watching you pour the last of your rum into the blender before placing the empty bottle to the side.

"Eighteen," you answer, measuring the sugar with your heart. "Well, actually, it's eighteen in Manitoba, Québec, and Alberta. Everywhere else it's nineteen."

Chandler breathes out a laugh. "It's twenty-one here."

"Can't men be drafted into war when they're eighteen?"

He nods. "Yeah. It's messed up."

You hum and fire the blender up, keeping an elbow on it and closing your eyes. You've had a long day. You're still mad about your apartment and having to squat at Monica and Rachel's for a week. You know they don't mind, but you still feel bad. You'll cook them dinner a few times, that'll be nice. You would clean, but Monica is very particular about it so you figure it's best to leave it be.

Opening your eyes again, you turn the blender off and serve it up, giving one to Chandler first. You clink your glass of water with his and giggle as he smiles. You both take a sip at the same time when Chandler suddenly takes your wrist and holds your arm up.

"This sweatshirt is familiar," he says, teasing evident in his tone.

You smile and shrug. "Some guy gave it to me."

"Is that guy going to get it back?"

You shrug again. "Eventually."

Chandler tilts his head then and says, "You keep it."

"What?" you ask in disbelief. "No, Chandler, it's yours."

He shrugs, resisting the extremely strong urge to run his hand up and down your arm. "It looks better on you."

You scoff. "It does not."

He nods, smiling. "It does." His eyes trail up your figure before landing on your face. "It makes your eyes pop."

"It makes my eyes pop?"

"Yeah."

Smiling just a little, you pull the sleeves over your hands. "Thank you, Chan."

And as you walk away to give Ross his drink, Chandler breathes. He's not entirely sure how he feels about you. You're hot, you're cool, but you're also his friend. And he just basically said your eyes are pretty.

He takes a long drink of your concoction, something called Tiki Death Punch, and pours himself some more. As if that will do anything to calm his nerves. Nothing can calm his nerves when he's with you.

#x reader #chandler bing #chandler bing x reader #canadian reader #ross geller #rachel green #joey tribbiani #monica geller #phoebe buffay #don't be fooled #this is a slow burn

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arcsin27 · 1 year

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Reviewing all the stories in junji ito maniac because I can, fuck you :)

The strange hikizuri siblings - uhh okay. Not scary nothing even happened. Okay a guy was a jealous simp, little kids are just like that, some guy threw up bread dough ig, then a ghost stared at everyone for a while and dipped the end

The story of the mysterious tunnel - Jesus Christ that was pretty spooky what the hell. Lost my marbles when he assumed the drop was water, and the kid in the ceiling fucked me up with her voice (dub) and screams

Ice cream bus - im never eating ice cream again. Jokingly compared the driver to William afton fnaf in the beginning but he was somehow worse. The dad pushing the kid away jumpscared me, then horrified me, and I needed a break from the show

Hanging balloon - so absurd it was kinda funny. The nonlinear storytelling added a bit if spook as I slowly realized who was at the window but idk the concept was just funny to me. Also I was so happy someone finally showed up to a horror plot strapped until I saw the result. Sorry random Chad with a crossbow, wish you coulda helped…

Four x four walls - thought something horrific would happen outside and he wouldn’t hear it but it didn’t, thought soichi was famous for being scary but he wasnt, I think this was like a comic relief in episode form. No spook, kinda funny

The sandman’s lair - *laughs nervously* what the fuck. No clue what happened, why would you tape yourselves like that, let me see his dream form damnit, the nature of humanity is we reinvent homestuck etc

Intruder - these kids are based tbh. Balls of steel, don’t blame the redhead, just move on with their lives

Long hair in the attic - also based, i had wondered where her head had gone but i shoulda known by the title, that grinding sound pissed me off tho

Mold - thank. God. It was in black and white. I choose to believe its dust. Also idc about culture or taboo if your floor is coated in inches of ropes and pools of mold just wear your damn shoes. Jesus Christ

Library vision - this one felt like it was calling out all of my anxieties about losing the things and memories precious to me. Also 10/10 Sean chiplock that final recital of hell of thorns was incredible and spooky. Also what the fuck was the ending

Tomb town - im never driving again. Also just call the cops surely you get a reduced sentence for actually reporting the crime. Other than that not scary lol

Layers of terror - im never picking my skin again. god ALMIGHTY why did i bear witness to this. Fuck that mom bro she sucks. I was thinking about how the proportions of human anatomy change as you age and how a toddler with such short limbs and a thick torso could fit inside an adult but uh… then they answered my question. And then it got worse. Funnily enough the 2yo looked like a monster id design

The thing that drifted ashore - was this supposed to be scary…? Oh boy they turned into fish people and promptly fucked off good for them ig

Tomie • photo - wow what bitches lmfao. Idk why she has a face growing out of her scalp hut I didn’t need to see the removal process. Or how botched the removal process was. Based that the photographer just fuckin moved on. “Damnit the blood ruined my pictures :/“ incredible.

Unendurable labyrinth - probably woulda been scarier if they were lost for longer but to me it looked like they took five steps, found the brother, seven steps, “aaaah we’re lost,” two steps, “theyre looking at me!” then suddenly the mummies have eyes, fade to black. Cool

The bully - I was sooo ready for retribution, then I got reconciliation and got even happier, then it turned into child abuse and I wanted to kill a bitch

Alley - pfft idk if its based that she killed those kids or not but it was extra based that they got revenge on her lmao shoulda brought a ladder bro

Headless statue - Jesus fuck that’s gross. Stop it. Also smash the statues again it worked brilliantly earlier. Or maybe jump out a window idk

Whispering woman - mega based. The nervous girl gains support and confidence, the attendant is freed from her abusive friend, the abusive friend gets violently killed, its just wins all around

Soichi’s beloved pet - once again a comic relief episode but tbh it was pretty funny, soichi was a lot less hateable this time too!

#junji ito #horror #long post #junji ito maniac #japanese tales of the macabre #review

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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 4 months

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The Garden of Innocence | Dionysus x Ariadne | 18+

Chapter 6

It would be creepy, he decided, to follow her further. Zeus behavior, really. She had a water source. She’d mapped out trails to get around. She’s be fine.

Only, she wouldn’t because Apollo had said she wouldn’t live long. It crossed his mind that his brother was only fucking with him, a theory he quickly dismissed. It wasn’t that gods couldn’t lie — Hermes did every day— but for Apollo it was out of character.

Dionysus didn’t ordinarily feel sorry for humans. There were too many and so few lived long enough to learn their names. But this one he’d stopped and paid attention to and now that he had, well …

At night, he found himself staring at the stars. Scrutinizing them for any information. He didn’t know how to read them. Not really. He had named the island in his days there: Naxos. It flourished. The branches were thick with fruit and the wind through the trees was as heavy and fragrant as temple incense. It knew he was there, responded to him.

And he was having fun with it. Somewhere on the island was the Minoan girl, abandoned and fated to die soon. But at least not of hunger or thirst. He’d made sure of that: every fruit she could want- figs, pomegranates, apples of every color practically dripped from the forest and none of it toxic to humans.

As for the river gods, he threatened to evaporate them if they so much as looked at her too long.

Admittedly, he was getting preoccupied with the challenge of keeping her alive. If, for no other reason, than to thumb his nose at Apollo.

The truth was, Dionysus was stuck. He could go wherever he liked, but the slightest distraction jerked him right back to Naxos.

He hadn’t actually seen Ariadne for awhile now. He didn’t want to. She was too interesting. And too pretty. The thing to do was fuck her. Get it out of his system.

It’s not that he’d never taken a mortal lover before — he had— but only for a night or so. The truth about sex with humans was it gave him a feeling he couldn’t quite name. It was in the big warm arms of a soldier, the Ephesian whore who had kissed his forehead and called him a pretty baby.

She had not been a gorgeous woman. She was heavy, her nipples pointed down and her eyebrows grew too close together. She worked for his own temple. He did not tell her this when they made love. It felt too good. The concern humans took for each other. Some of the time.

A river god never asked if it felt alright.

What would Ariadne be like? It was easy to imagine her sleek waist between his hands, her breasts firm and brown and warm as figs in the sun. Would her curls still smell of palace perfumes or only of the sea air?

He was thinking of this and more, thrusting furiously into his hand, angry at this island and its hold over him. With each thrust, the ground was firmer under his feet, the sea birds louder. It was a hot evening, as if the ocean were evaporating and trapped by the forest like a pot nearly boiling over.

And something stank. Like. Like rotten fruit. That’s when he saw the grapes. He had been lounging under an oak tree, wanking off with the fury of all Sparta. Only, the tree was nearly choked with vines. As he looked up, the sour juice dripped onto his face. As many bunches of grapes were putrid as it were ripe. The earth was littered with grapes. Some of the brown and squashy. Others molded over.

He wondered for a moment why they hadn’t simply been eaten by animals. Ants crawled over the ground and gnats hovered in the air but they wouldn’t touch the grapes. He looked around, this time really looking, as if he hadn’t idled the past week away on Naxos. It wasn’t just the grapes. Nearby, a pomegranate seemed to have swollen and burst.

Of course, he thought. The animals won’t touch it because it’s all for her. Dionysus climaxed, an underwhelming and distracted event. He wiped his hands hastily and took off. It was a pleasure to run, his godly ankles never twisting, nor his breath running out. His hair streamed in the wind, the envy of any maiden. And for the moment, he did not really care.

Without exactly planning it, he found himself at the fig tree where he had first seen her with Theseus. What he saw would ordinarily have been beautiful. The tree had nearly doubled in size, yet the branches drooped, so heavily were they loaded with figs.

And surrounding the dripping figs were more butterflies than he’d seen in one place in hundreds of years, each one vivid, peacock blue. He could feel their frustration.

“It’s alright,” he said numbly. He could almost hear them shifting around the tree, stepping their impossibly small feet. “I said it’s fine. You can eat them. No one else is.”

It was getting cooler. The awful humidity was turning clammy. He decided to falling water, find the biggest stream and let it take him uphill. He wished that he could sweat and cut his feet and be miserable running. He deserved it. Laying around pleasing himself over the mere thought of a girl who was probably dead now. By nightfall, he was feeling pretty rotten.

He’d gotten cocky. Told the animals and the leering spirits to fuck off and assuming she’d be find if only he showered her with fruit and magical fountains. He felt silly now. He hadn’t even considered exposure. Or any number of accidents. She could have drowned and oh gods, there were always those high crags.

He felt sick as he ran. He still never tripped but rather than dart around them as a fish through water, he broke branches and even shattered the small boulder he stubbed his toe on. It was his first time ever stubbing his toe.

When he reached the high crags, he scanned the beach below for a sight of her, the blue flutter of her dress, anything. The beach was empty besides a dead seal and the carrion birds surrounding it. For all the island teamed with life, there was just as much rot.

He searched carefully among the rocks. As if a whole girl could be as easy to miss as a rabbit. Should could be hurt — what if she’d struck her head? Maybe it wasn’t too late. It was dark of course. Past midnight with no moon. Not that it mattered to him. All he found were a couple of snakes, who took immediate interest in him and followed in his search.

He almost called her name. He realized he had not spoke it aloud before.

“Ariadne,” he whispered, before he could stop himself. It rustled through the tree tops, cooling the night beautifully.

Hooves clicked behind him. A stag had woken up and was following. Along with the snakes, along with the butterflies.

***

He found her, at last, huddled under a jutting outcropping of rock. It was closer to the sea cliffs than he might have liked, but slanted such that there was no way for her to roll off in her sleep.

She was sleeping. Bunched in her arms were remains of Theseus’s cloak. She looked like a baby with a blanket and for a moment he felt embarrassed, intrusive even, and then angry. He turned over the possibility of tracking Theseus down and plaguing his dreams with visions of her huddled on that cliff with that pathetic cloak. He was the god of madness after all. Dionysus could make the idiot boy suffer.

But that would mean leaving her. He bit his lip and crept forward. Dionysus wore little save for the fawn skin covering him waist down and a cloak of richest crimson. Mortals had to spill each other’s blood just to see its equal. The soft wool was combed spidery fine, blended equally with linen and silk. He didn’t know any of this, or course. These were things you paid nymphs to take think of for you.

It was a treasure. This much he might have known, but did not consider as he unpinned it at the shoulder. Her face looked small and cold. Curls had sprung loose from her practical braid.

Dionysus knelt cautiously. He tucked the red cloak around her without a sound, covering her feet, drawing it around her shoulders. Beneath her was merely the bare rock. Stupid girl. Cuddling the last scraps of Theseus when she might have used it for warmth. Dionysus sighed and frowned, too frustrated even to enjoy the night wind on his bare chest.

As he backed away, his eyes were met by luminous yellow ones. A lion padded onto the ledge directly above her. It could not see her, of course, but no doubt it was attracted by her scent. Dionysus could have shouted with annoyance. He’d fared better looking after himself as a mere toddler. Was there no end to the tedium of keeping one human being alive?

The lion was female, and by the looks of it old and underweight. It dared snarl at him.

“Oh, fuck off,” he said to the lion.

Its teeth glinted despite the almost total darkness.

“I mean it,” he hissed, trying not to wake her, “get out of here. Shoo, kitty. Beat it.”

The creature could not refuse a god. It yowled bitterly before it bolted. The sound startled the sleeping girl.

“Oh!” She jumped back against the rocky wall, terrified, immediately clapping a hand over her mouth. Her chest heaved but she had the sense to stay silent.

Minutes passed. Ten. Then thirty. Ariadne’s eyes showed dark and wide. He wondered absurdly why she did not move before it occurred to him that of course, she couldn’t see to navigate the ledges. He wondered if this was how humans filled up their time, how it seemed to they they had any life at all. The way fear could draw out mere flickers of existence. It was awful to watch.

Forty minutes. He felt wrong staring at her but certainly wasn’t going back down the mountain. The lion had been a bit cheeky for his taste. He watched the forest dutifully. Feeling smug at he prospect of his brother being wrong. She hadn’t drowned and she hadn’t frozen to death and now he could say she hadn’t even been eaten by a lion.

He’d wait till morning, if for no other reason than the satisfaction of another sunrise on this girl’s short little life.

@margaretkart @hycinthrt @kebriones @i-rove-rock-n-roll @sir-lancelot-du-lac @dionysian-daydream @hades-bat

#greek mythology #dionysus #ariadne #dionysus deity #dionysus x ariadne #the garden of innocence

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Oh Baby

You let it slip that you want a baby and Soldier Boy just can't resist.

Content Warning: breeding kink, praise kink, dirty talk, sweet yet smug Ben

Lemme know if I forgot anything

18+ MINORS DNI

Soldier Boy really didn't know how to feel about being here. He'd decided to come because you asked him ever so nicely, batting your eyelashes and saying please. God, it made his insides churn when you looked at him the way you did.

So here he was, standing in the corner of your parent's backyard, nursing a beer your father had given him. He'd been scanning his surroundings for the past twenty minutes- that's how long you two had been there -wondering when he was going to get to leave. Don't get him wrong, he'd do anything for you, really, he just gets a little uncomfortable in places he didn't know beforehand.

It only took a few minutes before his eyes were trained on you. You were talking with some girl; someone you were no doubt related to. She was holding a baby, no older than a few months. He saw how your eyes were trained not on your relative, but on the baby in her arms. He thought it was cute how you lit up at the sight of a kid. Then something happened that made him rock hard in his jeans.

Your relative looked over her shoulder and talked to whom he assumed was her husband. In an instant, the baby was in your arms. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched you. You cradled it in your arms like it was your own, bouncing slightly, holding him to your chest. He saw this look in your eyes that made him want nothing more to knock you up right then and there.

When the mother returned and took the baby from you, he saw you almost pout at the feeling of not having something to hold onto. Ben clenched his jaw, wanting nothing more than to see you with a child- his child -cradled in your arms again.

You looked up at him from across the yard and practically came skipping over to him. There was this grin on your face he'd never seen before. It was glowing and more than happy to be where you were.

"Hi baby." You giggled, molding yourself into his side.

Ben didn't want to let go of you. His mind was swimming with all sorts of dirty thoughts at that moment. How badly he wanted to flip up your flimsy little sundress and drag his cock through your-

"I want a baby."

You muttered it to yourself. You thought he couldn't hear you. You were staring after the baby longingly, not even aware of the fact that that one sentence made him so painfully hard.

"What did you say?"

You looked up at your lover. With a small smile, you looked back down at your feet, twiddling your thumbs.

"Nothing. It was nothing."

In your mind, you weren't even sure that Ben wanted the same things in life that you did. A baby being one of them. You'd never brought it up because you'd never thought that was something he wanted.

"No, it wasn't nothing."

Ben unclenched his jaw and smirked at you. His hand found your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb.

"I want you to say it again." He spoke. "Say it again and I'll give you what you want."

You blushed a furious shade of pink. Slapping his chest, you let out a nervous giggle.

"Ben! We're in public! At my mom's house for God's sake!"

"Not for much longer we aren't."

He grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd of people. When he spotted the woman you'd introduced to him as your mother, he quickly found an excuse to leave.

"Sorry, ma'am, I'm gettin' a little tipsy and I think it's time for us to go home." He lied through the skin of his teeth.

Your mother was quick to jump up and hug the both of you. After that, it was home the two of you went.

Ben's hand never left the small of your back as he led you out of the party. He helped you ever so sweetly into the car, telling you to mind your head. He even went as far as to buckle you up. Then he climbed into the driver's seat and started down the road.

You were a nervous wreck. You knew what you'd said but you were now afraid to say it again. With what he'd told you, were you sure this was really something you wanted in your life? A child? Who were you kidding, of course you did. Ben then spoke up.

"You little minx." His hand drifted to your thigh. "You think you can say shit like that and not get me all hot and bothered? Hm?"

"I-I'm s-sorry Ben, I didn't- I didn't mean to-"

He chuckled deeply. "Oh, I think you knew what you were doing. I think you wanted me all worked up."

His hand travelled further up your dress now. It was your turn to lose your breath as his deft fingers crawled closer and closer to the place you wanted- no, needed -him most. You had to resist the urge to buck your hips into his hand. You knew he would punish you if you were too eager.

"My sweet little Y/N. You want a baby? I'll give you a baby."

His fingers were hovering right over your cunt now. You whined rather loudly as they touched the sensitive bundle of nerves that was your clit. Slowly, he began rubbing figure eights onto you. It went on like this for the entirety of the car ride. He'd kept you right at the edge and when you would beg him to let you cum, he'd pull away. It took twenty minutes of torture before the two of you made it back to your shared home. When he pulled his fingers away from your heat, he stared at the wetness that had collected on the pads of his index and ring finger.

"Well would you look at that?"

You moaned when he popped them into his mouth, sucking the taste of you clean off of them. He moaned too, loving how sweet you tasted on his tongue. He couldn't wait to get you inside.

It wasn't long before he had you in the house. He sat down on the couch whilst you stood in front of the coffee table. You were finding it hard to breathe now. What was he going to do? More importantly, what was he going to do to you? You soon got your answer.

He crossed over to you in two great strides. He pinned you against the wall behind you, grinding his hard on into your sex. You had half a mind to do it back, but out of fear of punishment, you didn't. Instead, you let your eyes fall to the wet spot that was forming on the front of his jeans, caused by the wetness that had pooled in your underwear.

"Aww, sweet girl," He chuckled. "You need me that bad?"

You nodded furiously. He shook his head.

"No, no, no, I need to hear you say it."

"I need you!" You answered, practically squealing from the pressure his clothed cock made on your clit. "Please, Ben, I need you!"

"What exactly is it that you need, hm? What is it that you said earlier?"

You looked away from him, embarrassed. You hadn't meant for that sentence to slip from your lips. You hadn't meant for him to hear you.

"Come on, baby, let me hear it again."

Very slowly, you regained your confidence. There was no getting out of this without you spilling those four little words for him to hear.

"I want a baby."

"Just a baby?"

You groaned. "I want your baby!"

"That's what I thought."

Before you could take another breath, he was stooping down to his knees. His strong hands lifted up your dress and dragged your pretty panties down your legs. Now bare to him, he looked up at you. He inched closer and closer to your heat, moving your thighs over his shoulders.

You gasped when his tongue darted out to get a taste of you. He dragged the wet muscle from your clit to your opening, up and down until he felt like giving your clit the most attention. He suckled the bud, making you cry out for him. He hummed against you, his fingers slowly inching up towards your hole.

He inserted a finger, then two, then three. You grabbed hold of his hair, pushing him closer to you, wanting more. He pulled away momentarily to say,

"Patience." He landed a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh. "You're gonna get what you want."

He began to move his fingers in and out of you. They moved at just the right pace, curling into that spongey spot inside of you. You were a moaning mess, calling out his name. It spurred Ben on, making him want to feel you come undone on his hand.

"Come on, Y/N, cum for me. Cum on my hand and I'll give you a baby."

It didn't take long for you to spill your juices all over his knuckles. Withdrawing his fingers, he lapped at your entrance, sucking and drinking you in. When he stood up, his used fingers found their way into your mouth. You gladly sucked them clean.

"Good girl." He said as he unbuttoned his jeans. "'M gonna give you what you want now."

Freeing his cock from his boxers, he slapped its head against your clit. He smirked at you again, rubbing it between your folds. You begged and begged for him to just fuck you. All you wanted was to feel him inside of you.

That's exactly what you were gonna get.

In an instant, he pushed into your gummy walls. With his head thrown back, he let out a deep growl. If there was one thing Ben loved about you, it was how good your cunt always squeezed him tight.

"Jesus fuck, honey, you feel like Heaven."

You clawed at his shoulders now. "Please, Ben, just move already!"

Your wish is his command.

He started off slow, moving so that you could get comfortable with his size. The infamous Soldier Boy was packing, as you're sure the world knew, but damn, it was something you were constantly getting used to. You would never deny it though, you loved the stretch. You loved how full he made you feel. Especially when you could feel him in your stomach, rearranging you from the inside out.

His hand came up to the bump in your stomach. Pressing down, the two of you moaned in unison. He leaned forward and peppered kisses into your neck, biting down on your sweet spot.

"God, I love the way you feel wrapped around me. I love the way your little pussy feels clenched around my cock. All she wants is my load insider her, don't she?"

You were at a loss for words. With the way his cock was practically bruising your cervix, you could barely think of anything other than his name.

"Mmhm!" You managed to get out. "More!"

He laughed. "More? You think you can handle that?"

"Yessss please, God!"

"My name's Ben, sweetheart. Thought you knew that."

If you weren't in such a fucked-out mindset, you could've slapped that smug look off his face. But as of now, you were his to do with as he pleased.

His hips picked up speed as he thrusted in and out of you. He got closer and closer to his high and so were you. He could feel you coming undone. His hand drifted down towards your clit. He started rubbing quick circles into it.

"I'm gonna come sweetheart." He grunted. "Deep inside this little pussy. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes Ben!" You practically cried. "Please!"

After a few more pumps, he was spilling inside you. His cock twitched, you could feel it, as his balls unloaded into you. He smiled into your shoulder. He couldn't wait to be a dad.

#soldier boy #the boys #soldier boy smut #soldier boy fanfiction

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dangermousie · 2 months

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Pusher post for Ja Myung Go (2009) - best period kdrama you've never heard of

It got zero votes on my poll probably because nobody has watched it, and it must be remedied.

In 2009, during the ratings reign of legendary Queen Seon Deok, another woman-centric period drama made its debut - Ja Myung Go starring Jung Ryo Won, Jung Kyung Ho, and Park Min Young back before she was a leading lady. Unlike QSD which became a huge success and extended its run, JMG had abysmal ratings throughout and ended up being only 39 episodes (a large number in abstract but a cut from the originally planned 50). Ja Myung Go took a traditional narrative - the forbidden and doomed love of Prince Hodong and Princess La Hee, heirs to enemy kingdoms, and disassembled it supposing what the story would have been like if Hodong had been in love with La Hee's sister Ja Myung instead.

Even though JMG is one of my favorites, its single-digit ratings (back when single digit ratings were baaaaad!) were no surprise - it took most period drama conventions of the time and even now and upended them. Proper royalty-based sageuks at the time after all centered around the progress and triumph of its protagonist - he or she may pay a great personal price but will triumph over rival factions/own shortcomings/bad background and emerge politically victorious - a great ruler to be remembered by future generations. JMG's rival Queen Seon Deok expemplifies that kind of narrative - Deokman is an outcast who, at the end, has lost the man she loved, but is a great ruler to be remembered forever and full of achievements. Yi San, Kingdom of the Winds, Jumong, etc - all follow this formula more or less. This is still the case when they make them nowadays, sadly rarer than they used to - GK War comes to mind. (Fusion-style sageuks which usually deal with 'common' people sometimes choose hopelessness as a theme - see Damo - but they have a different narrative thrust and vibe and we are not even getting into fluffiness of youth sageuks. People of JMG are miles away from that.)

But this is not the story of JMG. From the first episode it is clear that there will be no triumphant narrative. This is a story of the defeated - defeated Kingdom of Nakrang, defeated people. And, except for Ja Myung herself (cast in a traditionally heroic mold even if with enough flaws to make her interesting), her mother (a very minor character) and a few other other characters, most of the characters are not heroic either. They are either fascinating monsters (Muhyul, Wang Jashi (Ja Myung's stepmother), Muhyul's Queen) or people damaged beyond repair by their surroundings (Hodong, La Hee).

(Man is known as God of Battles, and not for no reason)

And even though I like Ja Myung, I confess that for me the drama is made by the clever, fascinating, monstrous Wang Jashi and Muhyul. Wang Jashi is a Korean Lady Macbeth - she is someone who is capable of poisoning her brother in order to protect her husband and her own power, but she is also someone who genuinely grieves over him. She is a wicked woman, but she is strong and irresistable. Muhyul (or King Daemushin, if we go by his throne name) is a counterpart for her (he rules a different kingdom, but I confess throughout the drama, I kept wondering what it would be like if they were married - they would rule the world). He is a capable, fierce ruler who has traded his humanity for success and rule - you see any remaining feelings leach out of him slowly during the course of the drama.

And so much of the drama is shaped by those two irresistible monsters - all the younger characters except Ja Myung are trapped and shaped and deformed by them. Princess La Hee, Wang Jashi's daughter, is not capable of truly functionally expressing her feelings - even though she likes Hodong, throughout their early meetings, she lashes at him over and over because brought up the way she was, she has no idea how express herself. And Hodong, Muhyul's son, is even worse off - at least La Hee had her saintly stepmother to love her growing up. Hodong has had his poisonous stepmother who desires his death (yet another amazing character - she is a horrible person but you understand and even sympathize with her) and Muhyul as a father (there is a scene later on where Muhyul gives an order that if Nakrang does not fall, Hodong is to be executed. Father of the year he is not).

In a way, that is why if it wasn't for his seduction-to-victory plan, Hodong would have never gotten together with La Hee even if Ja Myung did not exist - they are both emotional cripples and Hodong, at least, is smart enough to recognize that. I think that is a huge part of his attraction to Ja Myung - she is a breath of sane air (significantly she has been brought up outside palace environment). When I think of Hodong, it's the same emotion I get when I think of Jang Jae Min from Bali - he is twisted and deeply flawed but the wonder and the tragedy of it is that for his family he is not flawed and twisted enough. One of the last things Ja Myung tells him is that in their next life she wishes she would be his mother. I remember people thinking WTF but it made perfect sense to me - the thing Hodong lacked most and needed most was a loving parent - it is something he never got. (And of course it's also a show of love towards her sister - this way La Hee can have Hodong as a lover).

And this brings me to gender dynamics. Except for Muhyul, all the true movers and shakers in the story, every catalyst is a woman. Nowhere it is as evident as with Ja Myung and Hodong. I remember reading that Jung Kyung Ho was cast as Hodong and being genuinely puzzled. He has since gone on to be one of my favorite leading men and certainly terrifying and violent and feral enough in Cruel City to play the scariest warlord of them all if necessary but that wasn't the case at the time. I thought of him as the spoiled little brother to the angsty vengeance seeker of Sorry I Love You, or as a smart little brother to the amnesiac mob assassin in Time Between Dog and Wolf. Or, more likely, in his big break-out role as the male lead of Smile You. The thing is, in all of these, even Smile You, he is the quintessential nice guy (or as the term is in certain circles, "beta male.") He was about the last person I'd normally envision as a male lead in a period drama about war. But once I saw the drama, it all made sense and not because he was bringing his later Cruel City persona.

Because despite his undoubted ability to fight in battle, Ja Myung and Hodong are all about gender reversal - at one point she even becomes his bodyguard! If you think about it, they take gender roles usually reserved for the opposite gender - she is the proactive one, who sets the story in motion, the rebel leader. He is the one who conquered Nakrang through seduction of La Hee, something seen as a typically female method. His seducing La Hee into destroying the protective drum is a far cry from Jumong fighting through hordes single-handed or Dam Duk in The Legend taking on an army with a small unit armed with nothing but grit or even the Prince in Haechi or King in GK War outwitting his court enemies with balls and brains. And, as a typically female method, his way of victory gets him nothing but scorn - in the first episode, his stepmother calls him a whore to his face. It's the same with the relationship - Ja Myung can let go of him, but he cannot let go of her.

The women are uniformly fascinating and complex in this - even someone like La Hee does not just give in to Hodong's false sweet words - she genuinely believes surrender would save her country. The drama's respect for its female characters is summed up in a single scene - one of the characters is a widow of Wang Jashi's brother (the one she poisoned). Her 10-year-old brother-in-law marries her to save her from execution. 10 years later, they are still married and when she is doing the proper thing and helping him bathe, you see her experience and suppress her desire - because her husband is now a gorgeous gorgeous man. It could be a ludicrous situation - she changed the guy's diapers and she is not what you'd consider traditionally good-looking. But instead drama treats her feeling with respect and understanding. I loved it for that.

Oh, and I am just gonna leave this little father-son convo here:

Hodong: Your Majesty, what did you tell me before? You said if only you gain Nakrang without any blood being spilt, you would bestow leniency on them. Take pity on them. The other way there will be no end to rebellion and we will all die. Daemushin: Your own grandfather, King Yuri, killed his own two sons. I was young and I could not understand that. How could he? How can a father kill his own child. Unless he was crazy, how could he kill his sons? I finally understand him today. For a King, a son with other intentions is nothing but a political enemy. A political enemy that must be killed and gotten rid of. Hodong: Do you wish to kill me? Daemushin: [throws down a puppet of a woman] You must know who this wench is. Who is she? Hodong: It is Emperor Choi Ri's unknown daughter, Princess Ja Myung. Daemushin: Find her and kill her. Hodong: Father, I cannot do that! I...I...that woman... Daemushin: When you chop off the head of that woman Jae Myung, I will make you the Crown Prince. If your father is King Daemushin, who has expanded his kingdom, then you must survive and show all other nations how to rule that kingdom. Hodong: Your subject Hodong accepts Your Highness' command.

Parent of the Year indeed!

PS If you've watched enough sageuks, you will recognize that wily old monster Daemushin is actually the protag of The Kingdom of the Winds where he looked like this:

(I did a pusher post for TKotW before so won't repeat.) The funny thing is much as I adored the ML of TKotW, I can totally see him progress into that monster here. It would be logical.

Anyway, digression over, go watch JMG!

#kdrama #ja myung go #jung kyung ho #park min young #Jung ryo won

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agent99galanzo · 8 months

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Frozen in ice |Natasha x Reader

An: it's my first time writing so please your opinion and rebloging matters to help me grow, but only the nice once though I don't count any of your negativity things

Ps. English is not my first language

Reposting and translating my work to any other language is not allowed and any other kind of copycat stuff is prohibited. Happy reading Fellas.

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Just like any other stressful day here in the compound Me and Steve just got back from a last minute undercover operation on a fancy ball in Costa Rica.

After finishing the debriefings and giving the file to Nick and Hill.

we start our trek back into the living quarters area.

And we're currently talking about the things that happened in our lives.

While I'm still wearing a fitted black dress that has a long slit to the side under my coat and also some black high heels

And steve is still also wearing his navy blue suit

"So it's been a while since the incident happened between you and agent Sharon Carter.... any new people you seem to have interest with or some?" I tell Rogers.

"No... and why you seem so interested in my love life?"

"Nothing,just asking because seems like the lady from the diner we went into last day couldn't take her eyes of you and.... I can't believe I'm saying this but she's kinda cute".I smirked at the last part

Steve glance at me " You mean the woman that served us or the lady at the counter? "

"The curly haired woman that served us"

"Huh... yeah she's nice the one with nose piercing?"

"Yeah... Why? You also found her you know... Intresting or something?"

I raised a brow and smirk

"Kinda but the piercing yeah... not ready for that"

"Huh... So if she doesn't have you know any piercing or whatever on her head that is hanging, I mean would you... go for it.... "

"No"

I raised a brow and looked at him

"why?"

Before he could even answer an agent greets us when we enter the lift

"It's just that... it's hard to find someone you hade the same life experiences as you"

"Huh.... you have a point, but if you find that someone or anyone how would you like approach them?" I ask.

The lift opens and we head our way to the dining area

He raised an brow and looked at me "You mean flirt with them?"

"Yeah, Not like Flirt flirt more like you... know...something like how to approach them "

"Why did you ask

I look at him and say

"Nothing... just you know curiosity kills a pig that's all... plus I wanna know how much practice you had"

They reach the dining area where everyone was

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Natasha Pov's

After a long ass stressful day here in the compound it finally dinner time .

"Hey nat"

wanda greets as she is the one who first acknowledge my appearance, followed by the others.

"Hey" I greet back to them and also notice that both Y/n and Rogers are not here.

'Huh... wierd' I said to my self knowing that Rogers is not that late type of person.

His actually already here with the others every time I arrive that is why it's so strange.

And also Y/n the woman I secretly like for quite a long time now. They must be on a mission.

I mean who wouldn't like her she's beuatiful like me of course.... ,Ok fine as much as it pains me to say this but I gotta admit she is even prettier than me and she is also hot as hell she could be a Victoria Secret model if she is not an agent.

I wonder what type of creature or god mold her perfect beauty.

And also she's clever, wise, smartass, sassy, and maybe many people would say that she's rude but the truth is she's really kind and caring in her on way.

She doesn't like to show to people but I've seen it quite a few times when we went on a mission and also,when we went grocery shopping she bought like a whole separate grocery basket for a homeless person 2 kilometers away from here at the compound.

I snap back to reality when someone tap my shoulder "Romanoff", I quickly twist there arm and bring them to the ground

"OH MY GOD!!"

" SWEET! LORD! JESUS!"

" MY!! GOD!!ROMANOFF!"

"ROMANOFF EASY!!"

"NATASHA"

Then I realized that is was Barton who tap my shoulder and also the that I bring to the ground.

I let go of him and help them get up.

"Jesus clint are you planning to give me a heart attack and that's what you get for scaring me."

"Ok.. first of all that hurts" he said as he rolls around his shoulder.

"And second of all I've been calling you for about a minute straight and your not responding... so sorry if I scared the living shit out of you.." he said as we sat back down

"Whatever..."

"What got you so far from your mind?"

"Nothing"

"We both know that, that nothing means something"

"So what is it"

But before I could answer an arrival of people interrupted us.

And... they have arrive

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Y/n Pov

"I didn't say anything about you needing practice. I ask about how much practice.... ok let's not say practice 'cuase now I think that's sound so trifling... let's just say... experience. There 'experience'... now let me rephrase the question and answer it. Steve Grant Rogers How much experience have you had with flirting with somebody in your time back then

"Fine many than once."

There satisfied?"

"Oh... real-" before I could finish I didn't realised that everybody is already here.

"Hey you two... how was the mission " Tony ask

"Fine everything goes as

planned. " steve said

"Yup.. Ahuh.. everything goes as planned" I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"What... everything did go as planned" steve answered.

"Yeah everything except the distracting the woman part"

"Well what happened"

"Let's just say I instructed him to flirt with the woman at the bar so I can swooped in and get the USB from the back,but guess what"

"What...? What happened did he peed on his pants" Sam chimed in

"Haha that's hilarious sam"

"I know right"

"No thank God he didn't, but it looks like he almost did" I said smiling

"No. I did not "

I just smiled at him "What matter is we execute and did the job done on time without causing any harm".

"Awhh look at you covering up how awful your flirting skills are..." I said with a sass.

"I- whatever you say. In my defence I did my best to that woman and... the woman wasn't even invlove there".

I smile at him "I know just wanna see how fast can you go from bieng a 0-10... and my..my... if I may say I would rate it a 5 if you aren't that good looking"

"Ouch"

I walked pass him towards the fridge to get my self some refreshing water before turning around to look at him straightin the eye." Looks like your body might be defrosted from the ice but your flirting capability hasn't...." I pause to drink.

"would you want me to go and do you a favor of going down there and check if it still frozen and defrost it for you so you can use it..??" I said it playfully.

He look at me with a slight annoyance in his face "whatever I'm gonna go take a shower" and walks away.

I laugh as he struts away.

"Very clever" Nat said and I just wink at her in response as I also walk away and grabbing my coat along the way to

Get change in my room.

And that dress was already enough to sweep Nat of the feet by the agent but damn she got got her by the hook with that wink.

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#natasha romanoff #marvel #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x reader

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h3k3t · 2 years

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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞

ɢɪꜰ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ: @ᴅᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴᴅᴊᴀʀɪɴ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴋᴏɴꜱʜᴜ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴊᴀᴋᴇ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴅʀᴀᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱɪɴɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋʟᴇʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ: 2.5ᴋ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ/ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀɢꜱ: ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ!ᴊᴀᴋᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇꜱ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɴ / ᴀ: ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ

Since the world seems to have overcome the threat of Harrow and decided to continue undaunted the passage of time in a straight and linear way, following the goal of a half-line, the life of Marc Spector and Steven Grant (although it was not possible for the two realizing it) had begun, yes, a new narrative, but not linear, but cyclical.

After all, what could be expected, Konshu said, of such a troubled human being? In the end, no matter how much Marc Spector or Steven Grant learned each time from a new facet of their psyche as cracked as the surface of a mirror, there would always be a small, sharp shard of glass that would slip out of their attention and that in dangerous way, it would be left in that dark corner, free and off the leash.

Jake Lockley was basically this: a crazed and dangerously sharp splinter. A hound without a leash, which, however, greatly served the interests of the God of the Moon and of the night. Jake had always entered violently, but at the same time in silence, into the lives of the two alters, under their blind eyes and their clouded minds. Each new time that his being of him showed up in combat, he climbed without the slightest remorse every moral and pity obstacle, delimiting more and more the abysmal boundaries that existed between his limits and those of Marc and Steven; It didn't matter who got involved, it didn't matter if they were a woman or a man, if they were young or old, if Konshu was in charge, then it had to be done, without question. Jake probably knew perfectly well that it wasn't blind devotion to a God that pushed him to do what he did, of course not. The answer was more basic than one might think: he liked it. Feeling the channels of his veins seething with magma, the adrenaline throbbing out of the air, the excitement crawling every inch of his tanned skin, were the pleasant drug that pushed man to channel every primitive and animal instinct into the strength of his every punch, in every bullet fired and precisely aimed. He was better than them, he could in every border where the other two could not push themselves. He was audacity, he was the fist of revenge.

The third and mysterious alter had always remained in the shadows along the course of the other two adventures, but he had observed and learned as a good pupil how to take control of the body, so much so that he felt confident enough to think that he could concretely shape Steven and Marc's perception as a superlative artist molding a clay pot. And apparently it was. More or less.

Jake's eyes opened after what seemed like a strong jolt of magnitude had pervaded his body. His gaze lifted, studying his own reflection in the large mirror of an elegant and well-kept bathroom.

"Ugh, how the fuck does this pendejo dress?" he wondered to himself after taking a long, nervous sigh. There was no doubt that he had taken possession of the body after Steven. His classic bland librarian's attire, his dark curly hair falling to the side of his face, yes it was him. Konshu's silhouette did not take long to show itself in the reflection of that long and wide mirror, behind the man, who in the meantime had turned on the tap to rinse his face, in a possible attempt to give his face a less sleep-deprived aspect.

"The pyramid of Giza has been robbed, Jake Lockley" the God admitted in his usual solemn tone, while the man simply wiped his face which had assumed an almost apathetic and disinterested expression, even if his eyes they remained glued to the divine form reflected in the mirror. "Many ancient artifacts have been taken away, including the ushabti of some gods" Konshu continued, while Jake continued to fix himself. “I can feel one nearby in this museum. I want you to find it and bring it back to its place of origin” and seeing that from Jake's almost disinterested face there was no sign of an answer, the God pressed him with a: "Do I make myself clear, Jake Lockley?"

Jake would have sworn he saw Konshu's skull frowning in a pout and with the tone typical of a cheeky son, the man gave him a brief look and with a raised eyebrow replied: "Yeah, I got it".

"Good" concluded the divinity "I do not admit mistakes. It must not fall into the wrong hands, I do not want another Harrow running around the world" he recalled before disappearing into thin air as he had appeared before.

Jake let out another sigh, before turning his neck counterclockwise, letting each bone crack slowly. So he was in a museum, in fact that place seemed vaguely familiar in some way. Without lingering further in who knows what thoughts, the man found himself exiting the bathroom and crossing a small corridor he found himself in what was the historical museum where Steven worked before being abruptly fired for having "vandalized a bathroom". There were many people around that evening, many children ran around euphoric while their rather tired parents chased them and reminded them to have a minimum of decorum and not to touch the exhibits on display. Some tour guides passed by from time to time and Jake could recognize among many, the sexy and elegant figure of that woman he had asked for a date at a steakhouse in town long ago. Yeah, too bad that those two idiots had ruined everything and goodbye romantic evening and a good company in his bed.

"Steven?" a voice caught the attention of Jake, who did his best not to seem taken aback for a moment. He turned to the sweet, cordial voice, and when he recognized the figure behind him a thick eyebrow rose with a relaxed smile.

"Hey" he replied, the girl blinked her eyes in surprise for a moment, then smiled.

"Look at you, if I knew that being fired had this effect, I would have done it too long ago" she replied with a spontaneous giggle, before composing herself and cracking a somewhat shy expression.

Jake had a vague memory of that young woman, she was the only person with whom Steven really had long, cordial conversations when he worked at the gift-shop. Most likely he was certain that she was the only one who really remembered the name of that man so...anonymous. Jake took a moment to observe her better, it had been months since he last saw her, however he was convinced that something in her had changed. She seemed to have left her aura behind her as a sweet little girl just starting out on a permanent job after graduating, she seemed less awkward, but her radiant smile never seemed to fade for a second. Jake had never paid her so much attention in all honesty, sweet girls with a passion for archival dusty shits were Steven's favorite, not his, however...

"Apparently it looks like working has done you good" he replied smoothly, before slipping a hand into his pocket.

"Nonsense, I haven't changed that much" she replied, shaking her head shyly "Where did you go? It seemed that you had completely disappeared from London” she added, awkwardly disguising a slight concern. But Jake didn't let himself be so intimidated, he was a very good liar and apparently, with the right gestures and moves some women were really easy to calm down or distract.

“I traveled, you know, I needed fresh air” he replied vaguely. She nodded several times, decided not to test the waters too much and to settle for that slim answer.

“Okay, let's forgive you for not calling your work-friend for like 7 months. After all, Donna is the bad cop in here, right?" Donna, yeah, that nerve-wracking bitch...Jake had repeatedly wondered what had stopped him from taking control of the body in the previous months and hitting her over the head several times with the first gadget he had found in his hands.

"Oh I expect you'll be sweet to me" replied the man, tilting his head slightly to one side and giving her a sweet grin that hid a much darker and more disturbed soul under the friendly blanket.

“So what brings you here? Don't tell me you're only back in London because a new collection of artifacts has just been brought in” the tone of the young woman was ironic, but knowing her friend Steven, the answer she expected to hear was obvious: 'yes' .

"You read my mind, sweetheart" the girl's doe eyes blinked several times, once again signaling her sudden amazement. A shy laugh escaped from her mouth made up with a soft lipstick, her gaze broke away from Jake for a moment, perhaps because she was not used to maintaining such prolonged eye contact with Steven, and then returned to the figure of the man, throwing him a look as if she wasn't understanding who he was standing in front of her.

“You may have gotten more breezy and changed your accent from Camden Town to this weird latino accent… but in the end, deep inside you, you remained my Stevie” she replied shaking her head with a naive smile.

Something in Jake cracked, a strange jolt made the ground go out of sight for a few seconds under his feet, for a moment that lying rogue had found himself without an immediate answer. A myriad of conflicting sensations were pushing him as when he was intent on extirpating the life of Konshu's targets, but this time it was not something entirely ecstatic or pleasant. That phrase 'but in the end, deep inside you, you remained my Stevie' made him clench his jaw for a few seconds, while a tight knot formed in his heart, and suddenly the blood he pumped turned into a strange greenish poison. His muscles contracted briefly, while the beats accelerated, and his eyes took on a darker, more intimidating, more predatory aura. Your Stevie? Ah. Oh sweet girl, if only you had been even a little aware of who you really had in front of you. If only you had known what those hands would be capable of, how drenched in blood they were, how easily they could surround your smooth, soft neck and with a slight pressure make you lack oxygen and quickly turn you into a poor prey. who choked to be spared for some special reason. Your Stevie, mh? What stupid thought made you think that someone as insipid as Steven could be able to carry on a conversation as he was doing with you? What made you think that a shy and awkward man like Steven could even just call you 'sweetheart' or compliment you on how gorgeous you were that night? Why did you remain anchored to the past and old figure of that incapable Englishman? Why didn't you just focus on him? Only on Jake.

The silence that had been created in the meantime had also left her in suspense; In a remote point of her mind she had heard an alarm bell ringing. That look from him...it had grabbed her breath violently, making her lungs empty, just like the day her colleague was fired. She was in the video surveillance room after convincing Bek to show her what had happened and when she met Steven's gaze from the previous night staring at one of the surveillance cameras, she was absolutely certain that that person was by no means the loving and shy colleague she knew.

"Your Stevie?" he then asked, while one side of his mouth formed an amused smirk "And when was I ever yours?" the words were indeed very direct, strong and full of inner confidence, a swagger that Steven would never have been able to achieve.

"I-" all of a sudden the girl felt pervaded by a sense of discomfort, which she would not have been able to describe concretely. Her words struggled to come out, and suddenly she felt completely disarmed, disoriented and confused. It all seemed so surreal, he was surreal. "Sorry, maybe I didn’t mean-"

"Easy there, I was kidding" Jake's body seemed to come back relaxed, and he let out a slight laugh, while he looked at his colleague as if she were a little doe on the defensive "Just kidding" he repeated more calm, bringing the thick index and middle fingers of his right hand under the chin of the young woman, so that he could raise her sweet face (which in the meantime had lowered in slight shame) and make their eyes meet.

The man's eyes that previously looked like those of a wolf looking for prey, were now sweet and friendly and soft again, just like Steven's. He had never brought her so much attention, he had never dared to touch her in any way since they first met at work, but whether it caused her either pleasure or discomfort was something she was too confused at the moment to understand.

"You are so changed, Steven" the friend admitted with an innocent and spontaneous tone, as she felt those dark eye sockets almost swallowing her soul. Jake smiled, like when a person smiles at a silly question from a child.

"And is it bad?" he asked, almost taking pleasure in asking her such unusual and uncomfortable questions. Questions that it was impossible to sweeten the pill or turn around with words.

"I don't think so" she replied. He raised a curious eyebrow.

"You don’t think so?" he echoed almost laughing, and she imitated him with a light and a little shy laugh.

" I don't know, it's as if you were---another person" she finally admitted, and it was at that moment that Jake walked away from her with a satisfied smile, listening to her finally start breathing again as their faces moved away.

"Maybe we just need to get to know each other again, after all you have changed too" proposed the man putting both hands back into the pockets of his trousers and tilting his face slightly to one side, waiting for her answer.

"Yes. Yes, I guess you're right” she finally replied, nodding with a sweet smile, regaining her positive and radiant aura. After all, what harm would recover a lost friendship, right?

"Good. So how about showing me the new collection? I'm dying to see the new finds” In her eyes it seemed that Steven had regained his usual and contagious enthusiasm, even if it was now more contained. However, Jake had as usual got what he wanted, his mission goal and a new pastime to play with.

"Oh yes! Follow me, I'll show you everything. You will not believe it, they found ushabti perfectly preserved and intact in the pyramid of Giza!” she said, accompanying him to a wing of the museum. Jake then showed her a wide and satisfied smile.

"Yeah? Tell me more” he asked as the voices of both disappeared amid the hum of the crowd that filled the various halls and corridors.

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feed the rain (gortash x good tav pt 9)

author's note: sex with feels

Tav woke beside Gortash, completely bare, and watched him as his chest rose and fell in peaceful slumber.

She wasn't sure what she was feeling right now, to be honest. Hatred had been left behind months ago, replaced with a lustful need for him. What harm was there in laying with one's husband, though? In the sight of nature, of the gods, it was a thing to be encouraged.

So perhaps this is just satisfaction I feel... Tav thought. Maybe?

But satisfaction didn't explain the way she'd felt once they had made up, though. Satisfaction didn't explain how happy she'd been that he wanted to speak to her in the baths. Satisfaction didn't explain why it felt so good to wake beside him again.

The way she could curl up under his arm, her hand on the hair of his chest with his heart beating a steady rhythm beneath it, and feel so utterly safe.

i shouldn't, i shouldn't, i shouldn't

Gortash shifted as she curled up close, and gave a little sound in his throat almost like a laugh. "Cold?"

"Only a little," Tav murmured, "Perhaps I don't want to start the day just yet."

"I think marriage has made you lazy," he smirked, "You seem to want to sleep in much more often now."

"It's not laziness."

"Then what is it?"

"You try waking up next to you and see if YOU want to get out of bed." Tav huffed in mock anger and sat up. "The man who masterminded his way into the hells and robbed an archdevil when his own son couldn't manage it. The man who has Baldur's Gate under his heel."

The man, she thought, admiring the build of his chest, who has managed to make me want him.

"That sounds suspiciously unlike the woman I married," Gortash smirked up at her. "I feel confident in saying that she would hate the woman I see now."

"How bravely I conceal the dreadful shame I feel," Tav replied with a laugh. "But I suppose we should--"

"Do you want to know," Gortash interrupted her, "What I have enjoyed about you? Aside from the wonderful mothering, of course."

Tav couldn't find words. That he gave her a compliment like that struck her entirely dumb. But he didn't seem to need her to say anything.

"How flexible you've learned to be," he replied, "To start with. The eagerness you shown when you submit and mold yourself to my desires."

Gortash moved up then, and was only slightly rough as he pushed her down and onto her back.

"The way you look when I'm over you."

"When I feel like an object of prey but I enjoy it," Tav finally spoke up, and spread her legs for him. "If you weren't so good a lover I might not be so cooperative."

"Let me finish. Don't speak until I tell you that you're allowed to. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded.

Gortash leaned down, biting softly at her neck. "I do not know what spell you have woven, but I'm not certain I wish it to end."

His lips pressed to hers, and for a minute or two they indulged in long, languid kisses that left Tav breathing hard. She wanted to speak, but he hadn't said she could. What did he have in mind, she wondered.

"Is someone feeling needy?" he whispered capriciously in her ear, "Perhaps I might be persuaded to fix it."

Tav brought her hips up so she could grind against his already-hardening cock. She was already wet, already eager for him, and the look in his eyes when he saw it in her eyes only excited her further.

Yes, take me now

Gortash thrust into her and any other concerns vanished. She tightened her knees at his sides, and moaned softly, despite wanting nothing more than to be saying his name. Surely, surely, he'd love that?

He moved up, bracing himself with one arm while his other went to her throat.

"The way," he groaned as he started to thrust more quickly, "The way you feel beneath me, around me."

The grip on her throat tightened, but only slightly.

"You are mine."

Tav clenched at the sheets beneath her, but found herself gasping as she was suddenly hauled up, up and into Gortash's arms. Now she was perched atop him, and the momentary lack of him inside her was promptly fixed as he brought her back down to spear her on his cock--

She strangled the oh, gods in her throat before it could emerge; what instead left her mouth was a guttural moan of utter pleasure.

"Such obedience," he praised, as he began to rut up into her, hands firmly on her hips, mouth sucking a trail up her neck. "Give me more."

Tav didn't know how to respond for a moment, and for lack of anything else to do that wasn't speaking, began to roll her hips.

"Faster," Gortash growled against her neck. He groaned when she obeyed, his breath a sudden heat against her skin in the cool air of the room. "I said faster! "

Her hips rolled constantly, snapping up and moving back down to take him again, and again, and again. Ecstasy was growing, but not fast enough. To be so deliciously filled and yet--and yet, feel the torturous almost-climax with every thrust! Almost, but not quite. It was enough to drive her mad with need for him.

So he wanted her desperate and slavering, he would have her that way--and, she guessed, it was the same for him. He'd buried his face in her neck and was muttering things she could only half catch, prayers maybe, an obscenity or two, and--

"Tav...Tav..."

And her name.

She whimpered when climax teased at her again, and clenched at his shoulders. Those arms of his stayed firmly around her, with one hand gripping at her shoulder, his face still buried in her neck.

One moment she was teetering on the torturous edge, sure something was wrong, that he was edging her again somehow--and then the dam broke all at once. Tav gave off a high moan as the feeling ripped through her and left her a quivering, soaked, shaky mess atop him. Six, seven seconds, it was too much, almost, but the feeling passed and left her pleasantly warm and happy.

That was enough to trigger Gortash's end, as she felt him shudder and buck beneath her, filling her before going slack again.

They were left breathing hard, luxuriating in an intimate embrace that neither wished to end.

And Tav realized that, perhaps, the feeling that inspired not wanting to let go of someone was not merely the glow of good sex.

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The pile of unopened letters on Tav's desk had gotten bigger.

It almost angered her to see. Where were these nice large letters when she'd first married Gortash? How dare they. How dare they send these now, when she had made a home beneath his gauntlet, when she had carved out a place that made her happy. How dare they come, now that she wanted to be where she was!

Karlach, Shadowheart, Gale...Wyll's letter, she put aside to be answered soonest. He had never given up on her, and despite her changing view she valued him for that.

And one from...Cazador?

Tav was about to open it when the nursemaid shouted from the doorway to the nursery. "My lady! My lady!"

"What--what's wrong?"

"Come quickly!"

Fearing the worst, Tav rushed into the next room. Cald was hurt, surely, or--her throat tightened at the thought, as she hoped against hope that nothing was wrong.

She expected to see many horrible things, but not what she actually DID see.

Little Cald, beating his six-month-old fists against the floor, scattering sparks with every blow, was wailing, his thin wispy hair standing practically on end.

"I had him on his belly, playing with a toy...one of those metal men the Archduke gave him. And...he...he shocked me."

"It wasn't just static?" Tav asked her, "You're sure it wasn't just that? Cald!"

The little head moved up, and his fists beat one more time against the ground. One more time, the sparks scattered.

She came forward, and scooped him up into her arms.

"I'll take him for a bit," she said to the nursemaid, "I have to write a letter anyway, he can sit with me."

I have to see Gale about this one, she thought. Cald settled nicely into her arms, and was asleep by the time she was readying the paper.

To Gale...I need you to come visit. My son is...well, he's...sending off sparks when he's upset. I wonder if you might happen to know what's going on, or if you have some hint. I wasn't aware magical ability could show quite this early, and he's given the nursemaid quite a fright. I need to know what's going on.

- Tav

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