#blacked out and when i woke up i had this 🤣

[sunflowercandie]

Bloody, smoking Alastor from @amusingmusie fic Yours Truly. This man own my soul and I do not mind at all 😌

#completely bloody but clothes clean he can be messy but never careless 😌 #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #my art #yours truly #i took one look at human alastor and said yup he needs to be smoking and covered in blood stat #blacked out and when i woke up i had this 🤣

[prettymrswright]

not in the way I want to. (s,f)

pairing: shuri udaku x black!fem!reader

background: you and shuri met in college while the young prodigy was freshly on the rise in the media for her latest creations. the two of you were inseparable from the very first class you had together. many people would assume the two of you to be romantic, but you guys knew it wasn’t like that. you’ve had the same boyfriend since freshman year, and up until recent events, considered yourself straight (curious at most). shuri wasn’t too fond of him, and initially, it perplexed you. but what happens when trouble arises in ‘paradise’, and hidden feelings are revealed?

content warning: fluff, smut (18)+, sub switch!shuri, dom switch!reader, explicit language, dirty talk, pet!names, overstimulat!on, oral (both receiving), strap (reader receiving), scissor!ng, finger!ng (both receiving), rough!gestures, praise!kink, multiple orgasms, mentions of coming out, cheating

word count: 9.6k translations: nkosazana, princess. usana, baby. mhlobo wam, my dear. intombi entle, pretty girl.

authors note: y’all! hello everyone 🤭 i was gonna insert an intro but imma put it in my bio chile ik what y’all here for. i’m excited for this, this is my first fanfic on this app & y’all done woke up the writer in me again, these stories are so good!!! i’m usually a reader/consumer of the content but I love this community so I wanted to jump in there myself. i hope you guys love it, im gonna figure out the masterlist/requests/taglist thing if you guys want more. below tagged are my favoriteeee writers on here, baby y’all write down!!! oh and baby this is SMUT, okay we ain’t come here for play play! 🤣 no need for likes or reblogs, just wanna hear y’all feedback in the comments! (divider by @firefly-graphics)

@inmyheadimobsessed @pinkwright @generallysapphic @vixentheplanet @ventingfanfics @zayswriting @vampzx

"sssshit, baby wait--" you hissed through slightly parted lips as the princess's hands slid all over you, one finding its way to your entrance making teasingly slow circles. she brings you closer to her chest and lowers her pretty lips to your ear. "please don't deny me, nkosazana" she says with a low tone, sending chills down your spine. "i've been waiting so long." and that she has been. and you'd be a fool to deny her any longer. you fully surrender to her touch, and as soon as you relax, she sends her slim, polished, ringed finger up your pussy, pumping with a curve, sure to touch your center. "aghhh--" you let out a sharp wince and bite the corner of your bottom lip, preventing your scream. she then slips another finger & with each pump, she coos your praises sending you into overdrive. "shuri i'm so close please--" she moans at the sight of your reaction, pleased to have been successful in pleasing you. "let it go for me, usana, that's it" "fuck!" you cry out. "I love you so much" you throw your head back into her neck and flutter your eyelids into a slow shut, anticipating your release. 3 seconds away from arriving and-- ERRRR!! ERRRR!! ERRRR!! you launch your body up rapidly at the sound of your alarm, panting, attempting to catch your breath. "ugh," you groaned, as you turned over to silence the machine, almost breaking it with the force you applied. that was weird. this was the third time this week alone that you have had a wet dream about shuri. even weirder that you were annoyed at its end. the two of you have never been intimate; you weren't even attracted to women. sure you two were close, but it never exceeded its platonic state. awoken by your sudden movement and noise, your boyfriend, Jalen, turns over to you, eyes still shut. "mm, you good baby?" he asks, still half asleep, not totally interested anyway. "yea i'm cool, just startled that's all." halfway through your sentence, he was fast asleep again. you rolled your eyes before grabbing your phone to send a much anticipated text. "Happy Birthday to one of the realest, flyest, smartest, coolest, and kindest people to ever tread this floating rock. I love you! Oh-- and you a bad bitch too." you giggle at your dry humor. tonight was your friend Sevyn’s birthday. Sev had been there for you and Jalen all throughout college. she helped coach y'all through y'all issues both together and individually. she had been there emotionally, mentally, and even sometimes financially. she was an outstanding friend, and it was important that you made tonight special for her. you decided you would get up early and run some errands before the event tonight. as you rise up out of bed, you lightly stretch out your limbs, and walk to the bathroom to get ready for the day. after your normal face and dental hygiene routine, you prepare to take a warm shower. sliding down your underwear, the crotch of your lace peels off your body like a banana, slowly being attached to your skin by the slick caused by the series of imaginative events. it made your skin hot, leaving you slightly embarrassed at the fact that even affected you like that.

as you run your shower, you're certain Jalen was still sleep, and he needed to be up getting ready too.

"Jalen!--" You shout out of the bathroom. "hmmm?," he groans in annoyance, proving you right. "you know we got somewhere to be right?," you semi-yell and wait for his response. "I'm up, I'm up" he says, not convincingly at all. lately, he had been constantly putting off important things, or 'forgetting' them and you didn't know what the root of the issue was. It just seemed like he lacked interest lately. you just blamed it on his work, since it had been requiring his attendance overtime recently. spending all that time could drain somebody for sure. you were sure he meant no true harm. you take a hot, brisk shower, filling up the bathroom with vanilla, white birch, velvety rose and a drop of strawberry nectar-- the scents emerging from your you're the one shower gel from bath and body works.

your mind begins to wander as you lather up your body. you couldn’t figure out why you were so on edge. You and Jalen haven’t been too sexually active the past weeks, or active at all in that matter, but even when you were, it never riled you up like you had been in that dream. maybe you were just missing the constant physical attention you received at the beginning of the relationship. but didn’t that mean you would’ve had a dream about him?

today was so exciting. you had been so emerged in your own adulting, you barely had time to see your friends. you couldn't wait to link back up with sevyn, riri, and shuri. at the end of your shower, you dry off, lotion up, and get dressed in your fav, emerald green, 'running errands' sweatsuit. you put your thick, kinky hair in two space buns, slip on your AF1's and grab your things. walking past the bedroom you hear the deafening snores coming from your boyfriend. you decided to leave anyway and go run errands on your own. .. in a three and a half hour timespan, you were able to get your nails and toes done, pick up some new accessories for your outfit, and get your hair freshly silk pressed. the first time you have put heat in your hair in 3 years, and the health benefits were showing. you had it up in pin curls, and tucked away.

after your errands, you head to the venue and drop off the balloons, the cake, and the shoes you set out for Riri to match her outfit. Sev had no idea she was having a party. she knew you guys were taking her out tonight. you helped set up for a little before you headed out. as you go back home to get ready, you walk in and see Jalen on his game. "Baby, we gotta leave in a couple of hours. How have I managed to knock out my whole day and you ain't move but 3 feet?," you spat, visibly annoyed. "Oh uh, actually," he began, "I can't make Sev's tonight." you walk closer, scanning your boyfriend's facial expressions and body language, waiting for the punchline. "What do you mean you can't make Sev's? We been planning this for weeks, J."

he sighs in a somewhat sympathetic tone before standing to meet your gaze. "I know, babe, I'm sorry. Work called ag--" you cut him off, ready to spazz, but trying your hardest to remain a least a little level headed. "Work? you had all this time to put in for today, J. I mean, damn, they need you there, late, every day?" he pulls your body closer to him and lifts your chin to meet him eye level. "I'm sorry. I'll make up to you and Sev, you know I'm good for it. " he exclaims before slowly pecking your lips. you slightly shudder at the interaction, the most you have gotten in weeks. you roll your eyes before turning to walk away and he pops you on your ass. "Aye, don't give me that 'tude, aight." Jalen laughs. "Go finish getting sexy. And make sure I get my pictures!" he trails off to the bathroom.

you were disappointed, but decided you wouldn't let that get the best of you. you go back into your room and begin to set up your vanity dresser/mirror, in glam mode. you plug in your speaker and shuffle your caribbean vibes playlist, pre-gaming before the festivities. you took off your clothes, leaving you in your panty and bra set, and turned up the lights beaming from your vanity mirror. nothing could ruin this night, not even Jalen's lack of attendance. you decided to text the groupchat to check everyone's status. m'baku's big toe

you: ahem, hearye, hearye. i hope you hoes is getting ready! riri: girl i been getting ready, yk beauty takes time. or do you? idk you be lookin' a lil questionable 🥴 you: girl, fuck you! 🤣 shuri: I’m quicker than you both. 🙄 I’m dressed and out the door before you could attach your second false lash. sev: what you guys wearing?🙃 you: aht aht! it don't matter what we wearing, it's YOUR birthday. sev: i know, but i still don't know where you guys are taking me, i don't want to be over or under dressed😩 riri: girl you could come to the corner store in a disco ball. it's YOUR DAY. you: no, exactly shuri: whatever you guys wear, I'm sure it'll be glorious. now please hurry, i'm falling asleep!

you smile brightly at the texts laying out before you. one thing your friends could always do, was boost your mood. you breeze through your makeup, pausing mid-blend and mid-bake to buss a quick whine or to shout lyrics at the mirror with your gun finger emotes up.

you cocoa butter and oil up your body, giving it that shine and glow. you loved to look like you were glowing when you were dressed up. you slip on your black, mini, spaghetti strap body-con dress with a small slit in the thigh. you put on your sandal strap heels with the black base and clear straps. you place the single gold chain with a heart-shaped herb pendant on your neck, and the gold name plate bracelet to match both gifted from Shuri. It went perfectly with your outfit and the gold accents in the black hand purse you chose to wear for the night. you let your pin curls down and let them fall, slightly below your collarbone. you grab your favorite scent, instant crush by mancera, and give a spritz to all your intimate areas. glancing over yourself in the mirror, you have to say; you totally outdone yourself. it's been a while since you gave yourself this much attention to your appearance and it was well overdue. Jalen pops his head the room, dressed and seemingly in a rush. "alright babe, I'm out. have fun tonight and be safe." he turns out before you can even respond. "you didn't tell me how I looked!" you yell, trying to catch his ear before it was outside. "you look great as always! Love you, bye!" and with that the door shut. it's not that you needed to hear him say it to confirm how you looked, it was no question. but it's always nice to hear it from your partner. you shake it off and hype yourself up in the mirror before your phone begins to ring. it was Riri. you swipe to answer and were met with an enthusiastic exclamation. "We outsideeee!" Riri shouts, followed by cheers from the rest of the group. "Aowww!" you chuckle. "I'm on my way out now." you begin to walk out the door and towards the black Mercedes SVU truck, driven by Shuri. the windows roll down and it is an immediate uproar.

"Bombaaaa, what a gyal suh pretty, man eeee??!" Sev says flick-snapping her fingers, accentuating her Jamaican accent. "No, you look tf goodt! This how you step out for your friend, okay!" Riri says smiling ear to ear. Shuri's reaction is delayed but only because she's trying to take it all in. you were beautiful to Shuri, in every way, and she never hesitated to tell you that. Immediately she felt all the feelings she felt when she first met you rush to her heart , her throat and her stomach. If pupils could take shape, hers would be shaped in hearts. looking at her and waiting for her reaction, you catch her scanning your body and getting flustered. It was silent for a minute until she snaps back to the present moment. "Damn." she breathes out, causing everyone to fill up the rest of the silence with laughter. you hop in the backseat with Riri, admiring her orange turtleneck dress and her small straight back feed-ins. you guys take off, riding out about 20 minutes to your destination. every few minutes or so, you and Shuri would exchange a glance in the rear view mirror, slightly making you nervous. it wouldn't have been the first time, but this time was particularly making you feel a way. she had on a white hoodie and matching white joggers, a pair of 1's and a single plaited gold chain. she smelled of satin and eucalyptus, a strong but soothing scent. the fingers attached to her tattooed hands were freshly polished with a clear coat, reflecting a glare off of the traffic lights as her hands rested on the wheel. her undercut was freshly buzzed, emphasizing the powerful structure of her face. she was breathtaking. your mind began to wander, if you weren't mistaken, in the direction of the dream you had the previous night. before it could get too deep, your thought was interrupted.

"Time out," Sev turns to face you from the front passenger. "Where is J?" you sigh, initially forgetting all about him. "He had to work late, he told me to tell you he'd make it up to you." "Yo, that man is gonna work himself right into an early grave" Riri exclaimed. shuri scoffs at the sentence. you look up, interested in what she thought. "That's some bullshit. Ain't that much overtime in the world." she spat. you knew the two weren't the best of friends. but this comment was clearly shade. you got somewhat defensive. "What are you implying? I mean, he is the main provider of the house. It sound like his priorities are straight to me." you say, colder than you would've liked to. Shuri stared off into the distance of the road, giving a condescending hum before responding. "Mmm. Is that what it is? Okay. I mean one of your closest friends of 4 years' birthday sounds worth prioritizing to me, but what do I know, right?" this was the most you've seen Shuri get aggravated over him. Or anything for that matter. and in a weird way, her protectiveness made you feel something you wouldn't want to admit aloud. The silence after was bitter, but quickly broken after Sev jumps in. "Hey, look, it's fine" she lowly smiles and places her hand on mine. "I'm sure he didn't mean any harm by it. I'm with my girls tonight, let's just have fun." Shuri immediately shoots you an apologetic look. although she didn't regret what she said, she was always gentle with you & didn't want you to feel otherwise. you give her a slight nod and half smile, letting her know it was okay. I mean after all she was right. how could you wither away all your time somewhere where you didn't even need to, especially when you had the choice to be there for your friend? we park and step out the car, walking towards the venue. you could now see everybody in their entirety. the assignment was very clearly understood.

Sev looked beautiful. her locs she had been growing since the 3rd grade were up tightly in a neat, high bun. she had on a silver sequined body suit with a white mini skirt and white open toe heels to match. the windows were made with an ashed out material on the outside, only being able to see the lights reflecting. you, shuri, and riri shoot each other excited looks as Sev walks up first. "Damn, this restaurant is big!" Sev says, having no idea what she was getting ready to walk into. "She don't got a clue in the fucking world--" Riri says under her breath, imitating the Druski meme. simultaneously, you and Shuri tap her arm to shut her up, laughing all the while. she opens the door and everyone turns around. "Surprise!" Everyone yells and cheers, phone light cameras on, brightening up the space even more. all of Sevyn's closest friends and family were in attendance. you and the crew spent weeks formulating this. you knew Sev was homesick, and you wanted to make it as special as possible. the DJ plays Barbie Doll by Vershon as she walks out, giving her her dream entrance.

the different color fluorescent lights lit up the entire space, making the dance floor look electric. there were purple, gold, and silver confetti balloons bunched together and tied in every corner. there was even two 2 balloons tied above the special chair you guys decorated for her to sit as you sung happy birthday. "Oh my g--" Sev turns around to us, hands on her now heavily beating heart. her eyes immediately well with tears. "No you guys didn'tttt" you guys pull her in a group hug. "Yes we did!" Riri says, grabbing a napkin off the side table to pass to me. "Hey hey, don't cry sister, you gon' mess up your pretty makeup!" you pout, using the napkin Riri passed you to blot the corners of her eye. Sev was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. she loved you guys dearly, but she missed her family back home as well. she mouthed 'I love you' and blew a kiss before she turned to make her rounds around the room. the three of you made a couple rounds yourself and headed for the bar, ready to get your night started. .. about an hour goes by, and Riri rounds everybody up around Sev's chair to sing happy birthday. Shuri brings out her favorite-flavored, cookies and cream ice-cream cake and lays it on the table before her. Happy Earthstrong, Bad Gyal Sevyn! it reads, in purple letters, two gold 2's standing besides each other in the middle. she makes her wishes and blows out her candles, and from there, the real celebration begins.

as the night went on, the tunes were rolling in and at this point every one was tipsy and dancing. one of your favorite Afrobeats songs off of Wizkid's new album started playing. before you knew it, you felt yourself floating to the dance floor. you began to roll your hips, slow to the downbeat, eyes shut, feeling every word.

Mami You making me lose my eyes for other girls No do me something wey go make me stress Give me less of that, give me more of you Give me something I'll never want to lose, yeah

as you continuing dancing, you feel familiar hands slide around your waist and pull you into them. It was Shuri. she had been watching you dance and decided she no longer wanted you to do so alone. as she presses up against you, she begins to whine her hips, matching your rhythm. smiling to yourself, you slightly bend over, adding more dynamic to your movement. as a result, Shuri leans back and catches it. "You go girl," she says in the American accent she had been practicing so heavily lately, making the two of you laugh. you lift back up, keeping the whine more intimate, and she lowers herself to your ear. "You look stunning tonight, nkosazana." She says, sending a chill through you. she had called you that same thing in the dream. her nicknames for you sounded so much better in Xhosa than it did in English. "As do you, my love." you reply, still dancing. "I'm sorry for earlier," she begins, "I didn't mean to offend you. I just get protective when I feel my friends are being taken advantage of."

you slide your hands down to interlock over hers, which were placed around your waist, in an attempt to soothe her, wanting to forget the conversation happened. It works, as you feel her melt further into you. "Shuri it's okay, I promise. I appreciate you looking out, you know that. you were right anyway. he should've been here." you lift a hand to place a kiss on it. she uses that same hand and turns you around to face her, wrapping her arms around your waist. you smooth your arms around her neck and for a moment, it feels like it's only you two in the room. the two of you rock side to side, legs intertwined, in a kompa-like style and she brings herself to your ear and begins to lowly sing-hum the lyrics to the song. Who's gonna know? At the end of the day, I'm yours For the night only, baby, ooh Turn me on, I'm yours For the night only, baby, ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh you felt like you were dreaming again. was she singing these lyrics to you? or was that just something you wanted to hear? you pull back and make eye-contact with the royal girl, and she's looking at you with a look you've seen before, but just not in real life. "I've been dying to hold you just like this." She blurts out, not breaking the eye contact and you can feel a lump begin to form in your throat. you smile at her, slightly nudging her off. "what are you talking about? we're always affectionate with each other. you hold me all the time" you laugh. it was true. hugs and kisses weren't foreign to you two, and neither was dancing. but somehow this felt intense. "not in the way I want to." she says, making a triangle with her eyes from your left-eye, to your lips, to your right-eye. "and what way is that?" you say directly, almost seductively. you felt it slightly inappropriate to build upon this tension, but once you got in that flirtatious mode, it was hard to come out of it. however, it only happened when you were attracted to said person. and you admit shuri was beautiful, but it never occurred to you that your attraction had been more than just a friend admiring a friend. she picks up on your tone, taking it as a green light to continue.

“Like this.”

she says into your neck as she turns you back around, leaving 3 soft kisses down your collar bone.

you lightly hum in satisfaction and reach your hand around Shuri’s head, bringing her closer and pressing yourself on her pelvis. you drag your hand down her undercut and across her jaw, holding her face to your neck, keeping it warm. she shudders under your touch and lowly moans at your reaction to hers.

I've been waiting for you to come my way (my way)

Put the sun in my rainy day (rainy day)

For your type, I go wait for days, my girl

Girl, your type of feel no dey give me pain

Girl, your picture fits my frame

There for you in a thousand ways, my girl

For the night, for the night

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh, yeah

“Come home with me, tonight Y/N.” she pleads. immediately you feel your knees buckle at the statement. you wanted to say yes so bad, but you couldn’t promise good behavior. And for that, it would be inappropriate for you to. besides you had to let Jalen in since he lost his key.

“I don’t know, Shuri. I gotta be home to open the door for J.” You say with slight disappointment in your tone of voice.

Before the Princess could respond, the two of you are interrupted by a loud mic feedback screech, followed by a very drunk and very happy announcement.

“Thank you everybody for coming out tonight!” Sevyn begins. “I’m so grateful for my beautiful family and my BOMB ASS FRIENDS, I’m having the time of my life, truly. One more year pan di fucka dem, how yuh mean?!!! “ The party erupts in cheers and mimicked mouth sounds of gunshots.

“And with that being said… IT’S SHOT O’CLOCK!!”

Beaming at her excitement, you match her energy. “SHOT O’CLOCK!!!”

Everybody takes their shot given out to them earlier throughout the night, raises it, and backs it. The music starts up again and people are back dancing. The four of you group up by the bar.

“So sis,” Riri starts, facing Sev. “Do you love it or do you love it?!”

“You guys are fucking unreal,” she says slurring. “I’m having so much fun. Thank you. All of you.” She hugs us each and begins to tear up again.

“You know we got your back like your spine do, Sev.” Shuri says, doing the handshake the four of you had created with her.

Riri’s phone buzzes and as she checks her notification, her face drops.

you all pick up on the shift in energy, but Shuri beats you guys to the chase.

“What’s wrong, Ri?” she asks attentively.

anticipating her answer, you look at her waiting for a response, and she immediately looks up at you.

“Y/N,…” She looked so sympathetic. As if something happened to you.

“What? what is it?” you began to get nervous.

Riri squeezes in between in all of us, sharing the view of the phone.

It’s a video sent to Riri’s instagram.

‘Ri, ain’t this your friends man?’

It was your boyfriend Jalen, wearing the same thing he had on when he left the house earlier that afternoon. In the bed, with another familiar face. It was his ex, Mya. the two were kissing. the video was captioned ‘never too far’ with the song “Can’t Leave Him Alone” by Ciara and 50cent attached to it.

a hot pit immediately formed in your stomach and you felt nauseous. Before you could think to cry, the tears were already flowing.

“Are you fucking serious!” Sevyn says, unaware of how loud she truly was, compliments of her inebriated nature.

“I’m sorry, sis. this is so fucked up.” Riri says rubbing your back.

work huh? he had been cheating the entire time. the lack of affection, the flopping on plans, forgetting important dates, no sex. the whole time you’ve been making excuses for him, considering his emotions and hardships, he had been occupying his time and energy somewhere else.

“That fucking jerk-off.” Shuri spat so harshly it almost made you jump. as you glanced over her face, you could see a dark, glossy glare in her eye and her jaw flexing from her biting down so hard. her Kimoyo beads turn a bright, glowy red, activating the mood generator she had added to it, just for shits and giggles in her free time. It meant anger. you knew that. she turns to you, noticing your state and cups your face and immediately wipes your tears with her thumbs.

“Listen to me,” she says, holding the attention she already previously grabbed. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out. This has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with him. He didn’t deserve you then, and he doesn’t deserve you now.”

you nod at everything she says. you know she’s right, but the tears just wouldn’t stop flowing. it was hurtful. it was downright disrespectful.

“Girl, we can pack up all your stuff and you come stay with me,” Riri says very sweetly but very serious.

“Fuck that,” you laugh in between sniffles, with your thoughts residing in audacity. “That’s my shit. He could get out!”

“I know that’s right!” Sevyn says smacking her hand down on the bar countertop.

you all laugh. humor was how you four coped with everything. more than anything you were appalled at these series of events, but you wouldn’t let it sack your night. tonight is about Sevyn. You got yourself together, had a few more shots, and the four of you continued the night, as intended.

..

It was 1 AM and the night was over. everyone kissed and hugged goodbye and made their way out. Shuri had Sevyn over her shoulder, placing her gently in the backseat of the SUV. she was too drunk to function, but in Sevyn’s words, “The night wasn’t crunk, If I wasn’t drunk”

I laughed aloud at the thought of her saying that. we all hop in the car and Shuri being the most sober, barely even tipsy, drives everyone home. we get to Sev’s house first.

“I’m gonna stay with Sev and nurse her back to health.” Riri half chuckles, gathering all of her and Sev’s belongings.

“I am health!” Sevyn slurs, mixing up health and healthy. We all laugh.

“Yeah ok superstar.” Shuri smiles.

“Goodnight y’all,” you say warmly. “Happy Birthday again, Sev.”

“Goodnight, take it easy, okay Y/N/N?” Riri says to you. You give her a reassuring nod.

“Yeah and fuck that nigg—!” was the last thing you heard before the back door shut. You laugh uncontrollably, knowing it was Sevyn, making it clear she had your back. you wait until they get inside and Shuri drives off. for a while, it's silent, until you break it. "Thank you, Shuri." you began, sheepishly, fidgeting your fingers. "For speaking life into me, and making sure I enjoyed my night." you could see her crack a small smile. "Of course, Y/N. What kind of friend would I be not to?" she reaches out and rests her hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. the gesture makes you squirm. Pretending not to notice, Shuri asks, "Did you want to stop by anywhere before we reach your house? Something to eat? Or maybe an airbed?" "Shut up!," You burst into laughter, nudging her shoulder. She was very good with lightening moods, and she was also very funny. "Actually," you began, feeling that bold feeling you had felt earlier. "I was hoping you could take me home. to your home." you say, this time, with the full intent of sounding seductive. you reach over and rub the back of her neck, ever so gently. "Oh, uh-" you notice the 'adam's apple' portion of her neck move as she swallows, caught off guard by your sudden gesture. "Yea, definitely, that's fine with me." her kimoyo beads then started to glow a dark fuchsia. Your head tilted at the sight. That was new. You were there the millions of times that Shuri had ran tests on this feature, but you couldn't recall seeing this color before. "What does fuchsia mean, Princess?" You turn to her, genuinely interested. normally, she hated when you were formal with her. but as of these recent events, she was sort of turned on by it. she looks at you, and with a shy, stuttered tone she replies, "Arousal."

"Oh.." at a loss for words, you feel the pace of your heartbeat pick up, in both places of which a heartbeat may reside in a woman. she was aroused by you. a gentle touch alone from you made her arousal grow and the thought of that made your curiosity quickly turn into certainty. you wanted her bad, and was over pretending that you didn't.

You finally park, and the two of you head inside Shuri's apartment complex, which she had owned and had other people rent out. you went up to the top floor and trailed off into the Princess's palace. Shuri's home was so warm. Welcoming. the decor filled with blues, whites, and silvers, mimicking her lab back at her home Wakanda. The two of you enter her spacious room and immediately she begins to undress. she slips off her hoodie, exposing her toned and muscled arms elongating out of her wifebeater. her beauty was so effortless. And in that moment you could only think of those arms holding you. Or restraining you. either would suffice. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, Y/N," she begins. "You're welcome to shower here or in any of the guest bathrooms. It's up to you." "I'm gonna go in the guest room. Where are your towels?" you ask. she goes in her closet and comes out with a baby blue towel and two wash rags, one white and one blue, and hands them to you. you notice they're the same set from when you slept over last summer. "I never used them and purposely and kept it separated from all my others. I know blue's your favorite." She says, almost bashful. "How sweet, Shuri, thank you," you swoon at the gesture. that's another thing you adored about Shuri. She was so attentive. she knew everything about you & incorporated that information into thoughtful gestures like those. It seemed small but it made your day. "Anything for you, nkosazana." she says, sealing her statement with a wink. There that word went again. Princess. It was like she was taunting you. you smiled bleakly, and made your way to bathroom. the words lingered in your mind. did she mean anything?

as the hot water steams up the bathroom and falls against your skin, rinsing it of the dove body wash it was lathered with, your mind began to wander again. you began to have flash backs. when the two of you first met, your first 1 on 1 hang out, the shows she'd come see you perform in, her taking you to meet her family back in Wakanda. You felt safe in her presence. Comfortable, relaxed, inspired. Beautiful. Something you haven't felt in someone for a really long time. And it hit you. You were in love with Shuri Udaku. You weren't sure what to do with that information. It would mean two things, forcing you to face the truth; One, you were attracted to women. And two, your relationship with Jalen wasn't at all what you painted it out to be all these years. Oddly enough, you still felt bad for carrying on the way you knew you were about to. Not that bad though. after your shower, you walk back into Shuri'’s room, seeing her in her tank & a pair of boxers, at her desk, finishing up some last minute work drafts like the workaholic she was. you knock lightly and break her focus. "Hey," you say meekly, and before you know it, you're back into tears. "Hey, hey, hey, come here. " Shuri quickly pulls you into her lap. "Fuck him. I want you to fully process your emotions, but I don't wanna see two many tears shed over that waste. unless they are tears of joy, of course." she rubs the sides of your shoulders and kisses the back of them. but it wasn't even that. the truth was, you were overwhelmed. of course it hurt seeing what you saw earlier. but through all that turmoil, the only thing you could seem to think of was your feelings for Shuri. "Shuri-," you say, through a sob. "What is it my love, talk to me." Shuri's face grew with concern as she positioned you to now be face to face with her. "I think I'm in love with you," you manage to get out, eyes overflowing with tears. Shuri's reaction was mixed with shock, relief, and excitement. she had been in love with you since she meant you. It had been hell to pretend like she wasn't. she was equally allured by the content of your character as she was your pretty face and equally perfect figure. sure, she was a little jealous watching you be with someone else, but it wasn't jealousy alone. she knew Jalen wasn't shit. It just had to come up in the physical form. “Oh, Thank Bast.” Shuri says, exhaling heavily.

you playfully tap her shoulder.

“Shuri, I’m serious!” you say, almost pouting.

“I know, I know. All jokes aside, you don’t know how happy I am to hear those words from you.” she says lowly, staring into your eyes.

“Really?” you say, not knowing what to think of the situation just of yet.

“Really.” she confirms. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you, Y/F/N.”

hearing those words sent a rush all over your body. if you could be desired by anyone, especially in that way, it would be Shuri. a woman of her beauty and intelligence being enamored by you was way more than flattering. The more time passed, the more your arousal grew hungrily. "So come show me." your response sounding more lewd than intended.

you positioned your body to sit on one of her legs. you grab her face and bring it towards you, kissing her slow and passionately. you both moan into the kiss, breaking the tension that had been so heavily building over the night. a wave of bliss washes over you immediately. as you deepen the kiss, Shuri’s hands travel up your sides and lands on your ass. you slide your hands up the back of her neck and tug lightly at her head of curls. you adjust yourself, purposely separating the boundary of your wrapped towel and your lower region, and you begin to grind your clit against her thigh. you could feel the secretion sliding between your skin.

“Y/N..” Shuri leaves a light moan onto your lips, lifting up for air. "Yes?" you begin kissing down her neck, lightly sucking. "I-is this okay?" Shuri could barely get out. "We don't have to"

you stood up, still hovering over her and peeled off your towel, dropping it to the floor. you take her finger swipe it across your entrance, allowing her to feel the mess she was beginning to create. you sucked yourself off of her, keeping your gaze onto her. "Does that answer your question, Princess?" you say, in an almost sinister tone. "Fuck.." Shuri trailed off, pleasantly surprised at your behavior. without any further question, she lifts you up with one arm and walks you over to the bed, laying you down. you wanted her so bad. this would be your first time with a woman, and although you were nervous, you were ready. you could easily figure out what she liked. you seen it in your dreams a million times. Shuri began kissing you all over your face, traveling down to your neck, eventually stopping at your chest. she hovers over your right nipple, the breeze from her breath causing you to jolt. she slides her hand up your torso and cups your other breast, lightly tugging on the nipple. she slightly drops her jaw, allowing her dribble to fall and coat your puffed nipple. she cleans it up before it droops below the surface. simultaneously, she drives her knee in between your legs, just close enough for the tip of her knee and your clit to kiss. you gasp at the quick exchange, your body squirming under her touch, semi-begging for more. "Stop teasing me, Shuri, please," you breath out. "Mm, mm." she shakes her head, detaching her lips from around your areola. "I've been waiting a long time for you. I'm taking my time. " she gives some attention your other nipple before traveling down your torso. she makes sure not to leave any skin on your body unloved. she wanted the way she truly felt to translate through her actions. she tugged you by the inside of your knees, pulling you closer to the end up of the bed, and kneeled down in front of your heat. "Shuriiii," you whined out, aching for her to do something. "What is it, usana?" she says, wanting you to be vocal. she was so deeply grateful to have heard you say the things she had only dreamt. "What do you need from me?" you had absolutely no problem being vocal. all your guilt, sadness, and confusion was out the window. all you wanted now was to make her feel how she made you in your dreams. sitting up on your forearms, you lock eyes with her, "put your mouth on her, please." "Yes, my love." she breaks eye contact with you and makes eye contact with your folds. "Hey, pretty girl," she cooes over your entrance. the seductive introduction made you melt like putty. She slides her two fingers up your slit, separating your folds, and exposing your now pulsating clit. In one quick motion, she wraps her pretty, royal lips around it and gives it a french kiss. "Yesss, fuck!--" you cry out. you been yearning for this moment, and seeing it come into fruition was driving you insane. still eating, shuri hums inside you, sending the vibrations through you. she slowly slides her fingers inside and begins pumping. you could feel the love at the end of her tongue, and you feel your eyes begin to well up. you throw your head back in intense pleasure. she taps the side of your hip twice, coming up to speak. "aht, aht. keep those pretty eyes on me, gorgeous" demanding your attention, still pumping. soon as your tear-filled eyes, meet hers, she adds another finger and begins to twist. "Ahh!" you pierce out a glass crushing scream, grabbing the sheet so hard you almost pop it off its corner. "I can't--" she silences your protest, shushing loudly, "yes you can baby, hold it for me, yeah?" wanting to be good for her, you just gave a weak nod. she lowers her lips back to your super sensitive bud, now edging it with the flat of her tongue. the combination of the two movements immediately tossed your stomach into knots, signaling a releasing creeping. "Shuri, I'm going to fucking cum--" you say through exhausted breath and gritted teeth. her expectations of you holding anything would soon be met with disappointment.

"I know baby, just a little while longer," she attempts to soothe you, failing terribly. she sucks one more time, slightly tugging at it, making the popping noise at the release. she takes her thumb and uses it as replacement for where her mouth was and uses her free hand to push your knees to your chest.

your legs involuntarily began to tremble and you knew you could hold it no longer.

"Baby," you gasp out, in a warning tone.

"come on, let it out." she gives you the green light and on command, you immediately pour out onto Shuri's fingers.

"Such a good fucking girl." she praises, and you ride out your O off of her fingers. she takes them out and lowers herself to your lips, giving you her fingers for the two of you to share. "You taste so good." she exclaims, moaning to herself.

you're a whimpering, moaning mess. you've never felt such an intense feeling in all the years your were in a relationship with that man. it awakens something in you, and you're ready to do whatever to make Shuri happy.

sitting up with her towering you, you and the Princess collaborate in lifting her shirt over her head. you take time admiring her slim but toned body and her small, perky and stiff breasts.

"You are so beautiful, Shuri." You say looking up to her, so very sincerely. she was really ethereal in every way. she had an androgynous vibe to her, being equally as pretty as she was handsome.

" I am a reflection of you, mhlobo wam." she replies before lifting your chin, placing a peck onto your lips. she always knew what to say.

you slide your fingers around the brim of her shorts before pulling them down, being greeted with her black boxers, being soaked at the front.

"Oh shit," you chuckle. "It's like that?" you look up at the now flustered girl. It was funny, but cute. as quick as she could be in control was as quick as she could become coy.

"It's not my fault," she says in a pouty tone. "You're just so--"

In the midst of her talking, you slip her out her boxers, lift her leg, and rest her foot on the tall bed post that stood beside you, exposing her pretty and dripping two-toned cunt. your eyebrows raised, surprised at her flexibility.

you let out a secluded breath, loving what you saw in front of you. "So..?" you ask, tauntingly, sliding your thumb up and down her middle.

“—Sexy.” her breath stifles, and her chest began to heave up and down.

“you think i’m sexy?” you taunt even further, now dipping your thumb in every one and again, enjoying watching her squirm.

“Y-yes,” her hips disobey her attempt to keep cool and begin bucking up.

“How sweet. Let me say, thank you.” you palm her plump bottom with both hands and pull your lips closer to her sweet spot. you lick a straight path from the bottom of her opening up and to the top and make a quick circle around her clit, sealing it with a kiss.

“Ohhh my f— Y/N..” Shuri felt as if she began to float. she had the prettiest girl at her mercy, and now she had her at her own. to see her underneath her, wanting her in the same way— the thought alone was enough for her cum.

“Tell me how you like it, Princess. Teach me.” you plead, wanting nothing more than to make her feel how she just made you. your eagerness to learn her body made her all the more excited to continue.

like a magnet, you attached your lips onto her second pair, and she guides you right where she wants you.

“Right there. S-slow, please.” she almost begs.

as asked, you rolled your tongue around her bud slowly. painfully slow. you were pleased with her taste & moaned in confirmation.

“Ughh,” her breathing becoming more unsteady, “Fuck, that feels so good, nkosazana.” proud and driven by the praise you were just given, you speed up your pace, just a little. this time, making it sloppy and shaking your head in it. you raise a finger and trace it along her entrance, waiting for the confirmation that it was okay. she nods.

you strike a finger up briskly, tongue still attacking her clit.

“Yes!” she cries out, holding a tighter grip on the sides of your head. you give a few more pumps before slipping another finger, eager to send her over. pushing deeper and deeper, you notice her juices begin to trickle down your fingers.

“are you close, my love?”you chase her expressions for an answer.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she whimpers out as you keep pumping. her eyes shut tight and her leg began to shake. she was a whimpering little thing. it was different from her normal, calm, masculine presenting energy. and you loved it.

you increase the pressure of your sucking and soon after you feel a rush of creamy substance floating down your tongue like a river. she sobs out as she comes down from her first O.

“Mmm.” you vocalize your satisfaction with her flavor. “thank you, princess.” you feel yourself oozing at the sight of her squirm.

“who— taught.. you.. that,” She says in between each gasp for air. you laugh at her possessive energy but flattered that your succeeded at your first attempt to please her.

gaining some of your leg strength back, you fall back on the bad, pulling Shuri on top of you and rolling over so that you were on top. you thought about this so many times and was ready to try it.

you spread her legs and lower your wet and pulsating clit to meet hers. feeling the warm & gushy sensation between you to caused you both to gasp at the same time.

“You so fucking nasty, my God.” Shuri groans aggressively, staring into your soul.

“For you. You damn right.” you bite back. you swooned at thought of being her fantasy. you were laying it all out for her, making her long term attraction worth it.

you held yourself up slightly, rocking back and forth, tribbing the nucleus of her treasure.

“That pussy feels so good on mine, fuck,” you moan, wanting to throw your head back but also not wanting to miss any reactions, for they were the navigator of your success rate.

“Shit!” her pretty brown eyes beginning to gloss over with water. she couldn’t believe how submissive she was acting, but she even more so couldn’t believe how filthy you were, especially involving her. you also couldn’t believe it either. to have never been with a woman, being with Shuri in this way felt so natural.

“Y/N please!” she cried out, grabbing your neck, pulling you forehead to forehead, the heart shaped herb necklace she gifted you now dangling in her face.

thrusting harder, you reach your hand up and massage her left breast, grazing her nipples with the edges of your nails.

the two of your bodies moved in the same patterns like a missing puzzle piece. you grabbed her by her face and kissed her passionately. uncontrollably moaning your mouth, she begins to cry, this time, letting her emotions take over her.

“I’m cumming, please, I can’t take anymore,” she reaches out to push your torso further away, but her hands are quickly pinned down over her head.

“I’m almost there baby, hold on.” You coo sweetly, noticing her begin to get overstimulated. You continue to thrust, picking up the pace to speed up your orgasm, talking Shuri through.

Shuri’s eyes began to roll back and her mouth was agape for so long from her silent cries, she started to drool.

“Shit,” you feel yourself getting ready to release. The sight of her under your control sped up the process by a whole lot. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming—fuck!” you began to whimper. By the time your juices flow out, Shuri let out a piercing screech, squirting all over you.

Shuri was now sobbing and shaking, violently. You wipe her tears and kiss all over her face, now laying beside her.

“I know baby, I know. Let it out,” you continue to kiss her and rub her to calm her down.

“I—I” she tries to vocalize something, but still hasn’t come down yet.

“Take your time, no need to rush.” you reassure her, still slightly out of breath yourself. you help her regulate her breathing and she finally makes out her sentence.

“I need to fuck you. Now.” she growled.

if she hadn’t before, the desire now was through the roof. this was the most aggressive you’d ever seen her-- also the most vulgar-- and after the damage you had just done to her, you were excited, but nervous to see how she would handle you.

her wobbly legs refraining her from being able to move as fast as she could, she hops up and limps over to her dresser draw, opening the top draw and taking out a pretty black, blue and silver strap. the design on it mimicking what would be the inside of a gadget. by it’s shiny and potent structure, you knew it was made of vibranium.

she slips the harness around her hips, tightening both ends to secure it, arms flexing in the process. effortlessly turning you on with every move.

“Come here, duchess.” she motions you over with two fingers. you immediately oblige, following her lead like a lost puppy.

she leads you over to the large mirror that resided on the wall on the other side of the bed. she swipes the slick from the middle of your entrance and uses it to lube up the tool.

“The safe word, is mango.” She began, looking at you through the mirror. “If it’s too much or it hurts, say that word, and i’ll stop immediately. Got it?”

you bite your lip nervously, and nod, doubting that you would ever be using it.

“Words, princess.” She says sternly, lifting up your chin.

“Y-yes.” you breathily respond. and just like that, you were back under her spell, ready to be used anyway she desired.

“There’s my girl.” She smirks before positioning herself behind you. something about her referring to you as her girl made your stomach erupt with butterflies.

you bent over and braced yourself on the mirror and suddenly you felt a poke at your entrance.

“You ready?” she asks. you nod way too eagerly. “I’m gonna count to 3… 1–“

before she ever got to two she slides her length up your canal and you gasp super sharply.

“Shuri!” you half moan, half growl, feeling good but snapping at her for cutting your time to prepare.

“Shh, you got it, come on,” she coaches. Shuri stroked her length in and out of you, slow and long, building up your anticipation.

“Shit!,” you spat, bitting down on your lip, adjusting to her length.

shuri had been developing this piece for a long time. she also was secretly restricting it for you, not knowing if you’d ever actually be together. but the very few times she did have other partners, she’d only use the regular silicone strap for them. only a woman of a certain poise and power was worthy of the contraption, and in this case, that woman was you. her intombi entle.

she had designed it to feel as close to skin as possible. she wanted you to feel the intimacy just as she did, being that she also designed it to allow her to feel you.

as she pumped in and out of you, your walls tightly clenched around her, almost fighting to keep her inside.

“Ugh,” Shuri grunted aloud. “Pussy so fucking tight.”

“Oh God,” you slur out. as your body was working overtime to stay cool, you feel yourself beginning to sweat profusely. your freshly done silk press now glued to your shoulders. “You feel so fucking good”

The Princess swiftly grabs your arms and folds them, locking them behind you. She holds up your perfect frame, forcing you to look at you both in the mirror.

“Look how pretty you look taking this dick, hmm?” she says lowly in your ear while speeding up her pace.

“Oh, fuck,” not having any control over what happens now, you begin to panic, the knot you now knew to be so familiar beginning to arise in your stomach.

“Say it. I wanna hear you,” she demands.

“Shuri, please,” you beg her to go easy on you, but she wasn’t having it. She gives an electrifying smack to your ass.

“Say. It.” She says through grit teeth, now with one hand full of your hair, slamming into you harder, directly on your g spot.

“I— aghhh!” you fight to get the words out. “I l-look s-so pretty taking th— this dick!”

she smiles sinisterly and quickly agrees. “Mm, yes you do.”

a question you usually scoff at arises, however, it’s a pleasure to hear the next sentence come from Shuri’s lips.

“Who’s pussy is this? Hm?” she knew exactly how to get you riled up. She so badly yearned to hear you surrender to her after watching you with someone else all this time. especially someone who didn’t deserve you.

“It’s yours, Shuri,” your words began to spill over like a fountain in sonic moans. “It’s yours, I’m yours, I belong to you!”

it was music to Shuri’s ears. you were hers. you said it, and that’s all the confirmation she needed.

“and don’t you ever fucking forget,” she spat.

hearing the royal speak so filthy and so rough was so shocking yet so enticing. her every word carried you closer and closer to your whit’s end.

still stroking, she yanks your head back and passionately kisses you, swallowing all your moans.

stomach tight, shuri’s strokes began to get sloppy, feeling your constant contract and release. she was quickly approaching her arrival.

“Shhhhuri, I’m about to—“ you began, almost snatching the words out her mouth.

“Cum. Cum with me, my pretty girl.” she gives 4 more sloppy pumps before she slides out, cumming all over herself; but not before you left a creamy, white ring all around her base. as soon as she comes out completely, you squirt out all over her lower region; something you had never done before. you squeal, in shock and excitement.

“You did such a good job, usana” Shuri pecks your lips and taps your slightly bruised ass. you beam at the praise she gives. she picks you up and carries you to the bed, gently laying you down before slipped off her harness and climbing in with you.

draping the covers over your naked bodies, you cuddle into Shuri, placing your head on her chest and she pulls you in closer. you throw your leg over her lower torso to get close as possible. you both listen to each other’s breath slowly come down to its original state. Shuri picks up and holds your hand that was previously laying on her chest, and kisses it. At peace and well satisfied, you feel yourself begin to drift off to sleep.

“not you falling asleep already,” Shuri laughs, mockingly.

usually you’d protest, but you let her rock on this one.

“I love you so much.” you mummur, gazing up at Shuri.

“I love you so much more. Thank you for trusting me with your body.” She says sincerely.

“I trust you with my life.” you say authentically as ever, overcome with feelings of euphoria.

“I trust you with mine.” she replies, almost instantly.

shuri lifts her hand, inviting you to do the handshake your friend group had made. the two added a special ending that nobody new about. the two of you share a blissful laugh at the comedic ending of it.

“Alright, my love, get some sleep.” Shuri rubs small circles on your back with one hand and rubs the leg thrown over her with the other.

“You got a boyfriend to break up with tomorrow.”

#shuri udaku #letitia wright #shuri x y/n #shuri fic #riri williams #one shot #smut #fluff #lesbian #sapphic #prettymrswright

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I didn't forget about that ficlet, I forced myself to finish it when I woke up because if I didn't, it wouldn't have gotten done lmao. So here you go, enjoy this badly written smut. It's not really proofread, I literally just pulled this out my ass 🤣🤣

Rowan x Ominis x Leander 🤍❤️💚

Ominis invited Leander to join him and Rowan in the bedroom. NSFW

Leander entered Ominis's room, seeing Ominis sat on a chair in the corner, wearing nothing but his underwear, next to him on the floor, on his knees, was Rowan, completely naked, a thick black leather collar around his neck, to which Ominis held the chain to in his hand.

Ominis: You're here...Good.

Ominis smirked as he sensed Leander standing by the door, Rowan glared at Leander hungrily, a smirk curling up onto his own face, Leander couldn't help but gulp slightly at the thought of what was to come.

Ominis stood, walking over to Leander, yanking on the chain making Rowan let out a small groan and bite his lip, he knew that during this encounter whatever Ominis did or said was to be so, he knew how much Ominis actually enjoyed having power from time to time, he reminded him very much so of Marvolo at times.

Ominis stood in front of Leander, and reached out to him, his hand resting on the back of Leanders head and pulling him in for a kiss. Leander squeaked a little at the contact, Ominis's tongue swirling with his own, he closed his eyes and melted into the feeling, bringing up his hands and resting them on Ominis's hips, pulling him in a little, their bodies pushed together, Rowan watched them, looking them both up and down.

Ominis pulled away from the kiss, a devilish look on his face as he yanked Rowans Collar once more.

Ominis: Stand, My love..

Rowan stood tall next to the pair of them, Leander couldn't help but blush, looking at Rowans body. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance to do so ever again until Ominis had suggested this. Leander reached out to touch Rowan, but Ominis's hand shot up and gripped Leanders wrist, Leander looked at him, his face flushed red, Ominis chuckled.

Ominis: You want to touch him?

Leander: Y-Yes..

Ominis: How badly?

Leander: ...Very.

Ominis smirked, turning away and pulling on Rowans collar once more, sitting back down in the chair as he was before, Rowan standing next to him.

Ominis: Come. And take off your clothes, Prewett..

Ominis gestured for Leander to approached. He did so, sliding himself out of the clothes in the process, his arousal evident by his hardening cock.

Ominis: On your knees...

He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of Ominis, his breathing a little heavy, anticipating what was next. Ominis leaned down, lifting his chin and kissing him once more before leaning back against the chair, taking his own hardened member out from the confines of his underwear. Ominis let out an almost dark sounding chuckle.

Ominis: I'll allow you in time to put your hands on Rowans body..But right now, I want you to suck his cock. See how much you can take.. *smirks*

Leanders eyes widened slightly as he turned his head to look up at Rowan, Rowan looked down at him through lidded eyes, a wicked little grin on his lips, as he held his cock in his hand, stroking it. Leander looked at Rowans throbbing cock and gulped once again, his impressive length was hard not to be intimidated by.

Ominis: Put your hands behind your back, Prewett..Mouth only..For now.

Leander did as he was told, before shifting over to Rowan, making eye contact with him as he leaned forward and licked at his cock, his face still blushing. Rowan let out a growly chuckle feeling Leanders tongues swirling around him before the Red took Rowan into his mouth

Rowan: Ohhh fffffuck...Mmph~

Ominis moaned quietly, gripping at his own cock and pumping himself from hearing Rowans grunts and groans and the noises coming from Leanders mouth and throat as he sucked him.

Rowan bucked his hips forcefully, over and over, pounding into his throat, surprised by how well Leander could take him. Leander pulled back taking in a harsh breath and smirking up at Rowan before taking him back into his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth, Rowan moaned out feeling his mouth and tongue around his cock once more, his climax rising.

Rowan: mmph...I...I'm gonna fuckin bust.

Ominis: Good boy..*smirks*

With a final thrust Rowan growled filling Leanders throat with his thick load, Leander made a small choking noise before pulling away again, sticking his tongue out to catch the last spurts of Rowans release. Rowan brought a hand down and ran it through Leanders hair.

Rowan: Heh..You're pretty good at taking cock down your throat, Red.

Leander blushed and smiled enjoying the praise he was receiving when Ominis suddenly leaned forward, grabbing his face and pulling him towards his own for another messy kiss, wanting to taste Rowan on Leanders lips, the pair of them moaned into the kiss, before Ominis pulled away with a sinful smile and stood up, he lead Rowan over to the bed and kissed him and his fingers released the collar from around his neck.

Ominis: Lie down for me. Let Leander enjoy you *smirks*

Rowan bared a fang with a cheeky smile on his lips as he lay down on the bed, slighlty sat up against the headboard, Ominis turned and held out his hand towards Leander. Leander took his hand as Ominis whispered to him.

Ominis: Get ontop of Rowan..

He crawled up the bed, taking in Rowans muscular frame, breathing heavily as he licked up Rowans chest before straddling his hips. Rowan smirked, grabbing Leanders face and pulling him in for an intense snog. Leander moaned, feeling his cock twitch. His mind fogging in the moment, not realising Ominis has joined behind him, he felt a hard spank on his ass and cried out, hearing Ominis chuckle. He looked over his shoulder at him, feeling Ominis guiding his cock to his begging hole.

Ominis: I bet you thought Rowan was going to be the one fucking you, didn't you?

With one one swift motion, Ominis pushed himself inside of him.

Leander: Ohhh! Fuuuuck!!!

Ominis grabbed Leanders arms pulling them back as he began to thrust his hips against him, fucking him roughly, Leanders eyes rolled back as he took Ominis's cock, dirty little moans pushing out from his throat as Rowan was looking up at him smirking, watching Ominis pound him relentlessly. Rowan reached a hand down and took hold of leanders leaking member, stroking him in rhythm with Ominis's thrusts. Leander felt like his head was going to explode, the overstimulation driving him crazy, his breathing becoming erratic.

It didn't take too long before Leander felt that heat spread in the pit of his stomach, knowing he was going to release.

Leander: Ngh! ...Fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK!!

Leanders eyes closed tightly as he cried out, throwing his head back, thick strings of his cum splattering onto Rowans chest.

Rowan: mmph! *growls* Fuck yeah...

Feeling Leanders hole clamp down and pulsate around him drove Ominis to the edge of his own climax.

Ominis: *gasps harshly* Ohhh shit! Mmmph!

His pushed as deep as he could, filling Leander with his own hot release, causing another cry to escape Leanders lips.

Ominis pulled away, crawling to lay next to Rowan on the bed, giving him another little kiss with a giggle, Leander collapsed ontop of Rowans chest, feeling like a dirty little whore trying to calm his breathing, Rowan and Ominis smirked at each other before Ominis reached out and ran his hand through Leanders hair.

Ominis: Are you glad you came here tonight? *chuckles*

Leander: *breathless chuckle* Definitely.

~

#rominis #rowan x ominis #ominis x leander

[remuslupinsdaughter]

Hey love! If this would be possible it would be amazing!

Do you think you could could write a little fic about reader and their experience on antibiotics after being in hospital because oml I feel so unwell after taking them 🤣 but if you could do that with bucky or derek that would be amazing, just some fluff and comfort when she’s about to get discharged whilst she’s in pain meds and her having to sleep them off and derek/ bucky getting worried because she’s basically been knocked out since they got home, it’s just comfort fluff helping her get her appetite back and her meds finished 🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank you

I hope you’re doing well too!

Omg this is such a good idea! Gonna do it with like a pre teen/early teen daughter because we love Dad Derek

Hospital stays and side effects

Derek Morgan x daughter! Reader

Warnings: mention of hospitals, medication side effects, fluff throughout

Derek stood by his daughters hospital bed as the doctor finished his examination, she’d been admitted three days ago after Derek thought her appendix had burst, the thought of that day made him shudder, seeing his daughter writhe and cry out in pain, clutching her stomach and sobbing, “make it stop dad please” she begged as he drove to the hospital, foot through the floor.

Turns out it was just a nasty kidney infection, and a three day intense course of antibiotics and they were about to be discharged. “Now” the doctor began, “these are the antibiotics, you need to continue taking these for seven days, and make sure you eat before you take them” he said, handing Derek the box of pills. Y/N groaned, the meds had made her feel nauseous and lethargic, “I can’t eat they make me feel so sick” she groaned at the doctor, “we can prescribe you some anti sickness medication, but they will make you sleepy” the doctor replied and Y/N nodded.

After signing lots of paperwork Derek was finally able to take his daughter home, he wheeled her out to the car and helped her into the front seat, draping a purple fluffy Sherpa blanket that Garcia had bought for her. He quickly returned the wheelchair and jumped in the car, “ok all set babygi-“ he looked over at his daughter and she was already asleep, those meds must have kicked in, he thought.

Y/N slept the whole drive home, her soft snores making Derek chuckle, he gently scooped up Y/N and carried her inside, laying her on the couch and pulling the blanket back up to cover her and pulling off her black converse she got for her 11th birthday. He quickly grabbed her bags from the car and set them down in her room for when she woke up.

As he walked back down the hall, he noticed Y/N was still fast asleep, he crouched next to her and was relieved when he saw a piece of hair blowing gently as she exhaled, thank god she was breathing, but Derek still wasn’t happy, he called the doctor, “hey doc I know we’ve only been home a couple hours but Y/Ns been sleeping the whole time and I don’t know if this is normal or if I should bring her back and-“ the doctor cut him off, “it’ll be the medication, she’s fine Mr Morgan, let her rest as long as much as possible, she’s fighting off a nasty infection, her body needs as much rest as it can get” the doctor said, Derek breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the doctor before hanging up.

He looked at his phone and realised it was time for Y/Ns afternoon medication, he walked over and gently shook her awake, “hey kiddo it’s time to take your medicine” he said, Y/N groaned and rubbed her eyes, “you gotta eat first though, I’ll make you a sandwich?” Y/N shook her head, “don’t wanna eat dad” she said and buried her head in the blanket, “come on baby there’s gotta be something you want?” He asked pulling the blanket down and moving some hair out her eyes, “no” she said blankly and pulled the blanket tighter, trying to go back to sleep.

Derek sighed, suddenly he had an idea, he ruffled Y/Ns hair lightly and walked back to the kitchen, pulling out his phone he looked for Rossi’s phone number and dialled it, “hello?” “Hey Rossi it’s Derek” “oh hi! How’s the kid doing?” He asked, “she’s ok but I can’t get her to eat, she needs to eat so she can take her medication but It’s having some side effects that make her sick and I can’t get her to touch anything, I thought you might have an idea?” He said, his voice laced with desperation, Rossi chuckled, “have you tried something simple? When my wife was undergoing chemotherapy the only thing she would eat was spaghetti with butter and Parmesan cheese” Rossi said, Derek thanked him and got to work boiling some pasta, he decided to make some tea as well, tea makes everyone feel better.

Once the food was ready he put it on a tray and brought it to Y/N who was sat up, the blanket wrapped around her as she watched the tv, “so your uncle Rossi gave me an idea” Derek said as he placed the tray down, Y/N peered over at the food, it did smell kind of good, she picked up the fork and twirled a small forkful of spaghetti, she ate it slowly, ok she didn’t puke, that’s a good start, little by little she ate the bowl of pasta, and felt a little better for it. “Attagirl” Derek said kissing her forehead and passing her her medication with a glass of water, Y/N grimaced but took the medication. “I just gotta do some paperwork ok? I’ll be in the office if you need me” Derek said turning to leave, “wait dad” Y/N said, “ can you stay with me? We could watch a movie maybe?” She said giving him puppy dog eyes, Derek sighed and smiled, “of course I can babygirl” he said and sat next to her on the couch, Y/N lay her head in his lap and his hands went straight to her scalp, massaging it gently as she scrolled through Netflix picking out a movie to watch.

Maybe being sick wasn’t so bad

Sorry I kinda ran with this and went slightly off track but it’s fine

#criminal minds #derek morgan #daughter reader

[argumentl]

Report from Tora no ana, Osaka (2023/03/10)

I had a decent ticket number, so was not so far from the front, I ordered a gari chuhai from Kaoru's special menu, and bought merch after getting inside. Everyone was given two sheets for submitting questions to Kaoru, but most seemed to be using one for submitting and one for keeping.

As far as I could see, I was the only non-asian person there, so possibly the only foreigner???

Kaoru came out at about 19:15 with Fujieda and Takabayashi. Short, black hair, hanging in his eyes a bit, wearing a loose, black, kind of shellsuit jacket, a white tshirt, and tracksuit pants/trousers.

The event was being recorded. From my seat I could clearly see the computer screen of the guy recording the event, so I saw lots of close ups of Kaoru via the screen, as well seeIng him in person.

Kaoru raised a toast to start...joining him for this was one of my life highlights. Audience members were ordering food and drinks for Kaoru and the managers throughout the event. They ended up with far more than they could actually drink. Some quite expensive things too, like Yamazaki whisky etc.

Kaoru said he has been bothered by hayfever. He said when he woke up on Friday morning, his eyes felt swollen.

Kaoru commented on the state of the street outside the venue, it filled up with dodgy looking types as soon as the sun went down. (*It really did*)

After getting settled, the talk got underway, and they started with a recap of the Dir activities of the last year. Starting with the Studio Coast live, and running through to the talk with Hazuki in Nagoya recently.

Fujieda was very enthusiastic talkIng about their visit to the Yamazaki whisky distillery.

Kaoru explained again about how difficult the anniversary tour was for him. He struggled trying to stop his old self emerging during that tour.

About the Hazuki talk, Kaoru had agreed to appear on Hazukitchen with Hazuki, but he said this time that he would not cook. He is happy to appear if all he has to do is eat what Hazuki makes.

The recap of last year lasted until almost 9pm, at which point Kaoru suggested a 10 min toilet break.

Getting back on stage, they got started with Q and A session. Despite having probably about 150 submissions, only a small handful were read out.

I have to start here by saying that MY QUESTION WAS CHOSEN! 🥴😱

I asked if Kaoru has been to see any of the other members' lives. Fujieda read out the question, and then also mentioned my name with it, so I was basically screaming in my head. Anyway, Kaoru answered that he has been to see Sukekiyo once, but thats it. Fujieda asked him if he wanted to see Decays and Seraph, and he replied 'Hmmm....' with an expression that said, 'NO' 🤣

Other questions were:

What type of curry do you like? - He likes many types. The fan who asked the question said she likes green curry. Kaoru likes this too, but said that there are a few members of the band who hate Thai food, which is tough when doing overseas tours, because Thai food is often suggested as an option by overseas staff.

Which Slam Dunk character would make the best lover? From a male viewpoint, and a female viewpoint - Kaoru said, Hanamichi for male, and Mitsu for female. Then he revealed that the white tshirt he was wearing was actually a Mitsui tshirt, he pulled back his jacket to reveal the shirt design underneath.

Which direction does you hair spiral at your crown? - Both managers got up to inspect the crown of Kaoru's head, but couldn't see much of a spiral. Kaoru said that since his hair tends to fall over his right eye, that probably influences which angle its growing from his crown.

What food reminds you of the taste of home? Kaoru says his mum always makes this dish using the fish buri during the first few days of the year.

How do you deal with creative slumps? - Kaoru basically said to embrace slumps as part of your life journey. They are what they are, and they will lead you to your next path eventually.

What is the best souvenir to get in Osaka? - Kaoru was very adamant about this, and his answer was kasu udon. The type that you can buy in a box from Shin Osaka station, and its very delicious apparently. He wouldn't hear of any other souvenir being suggested, is HAS to be this for him.

I think these are the only questions he answered, but the talk continued nevertheless. Other topics of conversation included:

The shops in the vicinity of Tokyo Garden Theatre. Fujieda is very impressed with the giant Daiso (100yen store) and the giant Mujirushi there. He mentioned a few things he likes to buy at Mujirushi, and then Kaoru says he gets his slippers at Mujirushi, especially slippers for summer time use. He gets a pair there every year without fail, and explained them as something fairly similar to this --> ルームサンダル・鼻緒 (google this product with 無印良品)

Kaoru also said he is planning another art exhibition hopefully in summer this year, but it will probably only be in Tokyo. He said he has just recently finished four or five pieces, and he hasnt been writing any new music at all these past few weeks.

Focus moves onto Takabayashi, as he has been fairly quiet. Kaoru says that Takabayashi is one of those people who knows something about everything. Wherever they go, he will be pointing out trivia and facts about everything they see.

Takabayashi said he is no good at talkIng at length, and this reminds them of that Youtube/TFOE combo that he MC'ed for remotely in 2020.

Kaoru said he wants to organise a trip for Tora no ana next year, but maybe somewhere where Dir have never played a live before. Suggestions included Wakayama, Saga, Shimane etc.

When talking about the photo exhibition, Kaoru said that the shot of him looking backwards which was used for that ticket/sticker was him turning to ask the staff, 'Shall we go get something to eat?', but the photographer got a quick shot at that moment.

Fujieda mentioned about Die surprising Shinya at the Seraph event, which Kaoru had no idea about! He asked Fujieda what the event itself was like, and Fujieda explained that Shinya talked a lot. After each song ended, he would say, 'Hai!/OK!' very swiftly, before going on to explain what the next song would be. This had Kaoru CRYING with laughter! He said 'Imagine Kyo screaming the end of a song, and then saying 'Hai!' each time. Kaoru said (while wiping copious tears from his eyes) he might think about going to a Seraph live, just to witness this!

Fujieda said he was having so much fun, he wants to do this kind of event every month. Talk began of how Toshiya is really the only member who doesnt really do this kind of thing, so Kaoru suggested Fujieda to persuade Toshiya to put an event on.

As this month is Toshiya's birthday, Kaoru raised a toast in celebration of Toshiya, and wished him a happy bithday.

A lot more chat about this and that went on in addition to the above, but the event lasted 4 happy hours, which for ¥3500, is not bad at all!

#dir en grey #薫 #kaoru #report

[whateverisbeautiful]

Darksided Takes Seen On The Internet:

It became The Woke Dead after R&M got together 😑

I stopped watching and deleted TWD from my DVR after R&M became a couple because I don’t want my kids to see that (on a show with some of the most graphic gore and several interracial couples, Richonne is where they drew the line) 🤡

RJ isn't a legitimate son to Rick - and just an overwhelming amount of dismissive-at-best downright-racist-at-worst attitudes towards a child 😪

Taunting that we’ll only be getting about 240 minutes of R&M in their spin-off 🤣 (like sis, we would have been grateful for just a 5 min Richonne special during an AMC commercial break so 240 minutes is a blessing)

Rick had more chemistry with insert-any-non-Black-woman (ones I’ve heard: Lori’s corpse, Andrea, Jessie, Jadis) 🙄

Rick is going to move on with a new woman and start a family in the spin-off, including starting a romance with Jadis (the spinoff didn’t even have to air for set videos and pics to already debunk this) 🥱

Rick only got with Michonne romantically because she was alive and one of the few women available 🤮 (sooo darksided & wrong)

Rick’s best wife was Jessie (this nearly convinced me media literacy is completely dead) 🫠

Michonne is a bad mother who left her kids behind for some horny reason (as if she’s not a wife seeking to bring home the father of her children)

I can’t possibly have an anti-Black take because I think Michonne and her sword are "totally badazz" I just can’t fathom any aspect of the show that highlights her humanity, desirability, and womanhood (this is never helping one's case the way they think it is) 🤔

I don’t usually address the parts of this fandom that have consistently spoken so negatively about this TV couple. I’d rather focus on the positive that we get to celebrate in actuality. And I promise returning to being positive and unbothered is what I’ll do after this post, that who knows if anyone will read and who knows if I’ll keep posted for long. But there’s been a lot of degrading comments that go beyond just “opinion” or fair discussion lately so…I just had to respectfully vent. And it ain’t brief. Cuz if this blog has shown anything it’s that - Brief? I don’t know her lol.

Here’s the thing I’d want to say kindly to those that “just don’t buy Richonne” and go out of their way to be negative about the TV couple - You don’t have to like the pairing. Truly you don’t. You don’t have to see the (blazingly blatant) chemistry. Just know, you not seeing it doesn’t mean it’s not there.

And the issue isn't about you not being a fan of a TV couple or even voicing that Richonne isn't your thing. The real issue is whenever you spend time in your real life demeaning the pairing online with real-life implications of real-life racism and hatefulness.

Look, I hadn’t been expecting Rick and Michonne to get together romantically before they went canon. It wasn’t cuz I thought they didn’t have chemistry and it def wasn’t cuz I thought they were like siblings. (Ain’t nobody should be looking at their sibling the way they looked at each other lol.) Upon first watch, I just loved R&M’s dynamic and thought the bond and family they found with each other was really sweet and special and I had left it at that.

But when they got together romantically it immediately felt so right. It felt earned. It felt alive, authentic, utterly fitting, and beautiful.

And then shortly after when I went back and watched compilations of their pre-canon moments, I realized why it felt that way. It’s because it was all always right there. All that build-up was evident. All the desire. All the love. I wasn’t only seeing the pre-canon looks they shared and the attraction they felt because I now knew they’d be a couple. I was seeing it because that’s simply what it was. What it always was. Like from a media literacy standpoint, a romance is where Rick and Michonne's story was heading. It was me that missed it. And it would be weird for me to act like their love story wasn’t there just because I initially missed it. That’s on me.

How you feel about their love story doesn’t mean it wasn’t there. It doesn't mean their journey wasn’t well done. Some people just miss it because it wasn't heavy-handed and others just refuse to see it and we know why.

And if it’s just a silly TV show to you and you’re adamant that you don’t care about the couple or about anything, then do yourself and everyone a favor and don’t comment. Cuz people who actually don’t care and think it’s just a TV show aren’t taking any time out of their day to comment negatively about something that was made to be enjoyed. If you enjoy the couple, great. Revel in all their glory. If you don’t - ask yourself why it would at all be necessary to talk down on the pairing so harshly unless their union does bother you more than you care to admit and for reasons you refuse to say aloud. (But trust, the reasons behind why you spew vitriol toward the pairing are still so loud)

Whether you buy it or not, Richonne factually didn’t come out of nowhere. Their love isn’t an afterthought. It’s a patient and passionate slow-burn that wonderfully unfolded into an out-loud soulmate type of love from both of them equally. You don’t have to see it or like it. That’s okay. (Even tho I do feel pretty confident if you close your eyes and imagine Michonne looking like Lori or Jessie or even Andrea I think all of a sudden you’d read their scenes as more than platonic) But nothing will change that an epic love story is what Rick and Michonne’s journey literally is. Not just to “shippers,” but to people who receive actual paychecks as part of the show. Everyone involved with that show knows and values that Rick and Michonne have a grand love story. And the fact that a whole spinoff about their love story is on the way is proof that Rick and Michonne's love wasn’t just a part of TWD it was one of the elements at the very heart of TWD. Why keep fighting to survive if not for the love and family you build in that world?

9 seasons of watching Rick Grimes and they’re ending the main character’s arc with an epic love story between him and the greatest love of his life for a reason. Because no matter who likes or dislikes it, sees the chemistry, or doesn’t - regardless of it all, the characters of Rick and Michonne deeply love each other, need each other, and desire each other. And they have for a long long time. Fans of them are not reveling in an opinion or speculation that R&M’s story is a romance. We’re appreciating the story that was and is literally being told.

Their love story is fiction. Their love story is also a fact and no opinion changes that. And anyone who is willing to just step back, turn off biases, and watch what is literally happening on screen - in the words of Michonne…you’ll see :)

Oh and if you don’t - you don’t. No sweat. Like what you like. Dislike what you dislike. Just keep it respectful and know that the opinion you’re entitled to doesn’t change the facts. So back to reality & positivity, I go. 😌

#richonne #FeltExasperatedMightDeleteLater #BackToReality&Positivity

[stormblessed95]

When I Delete Too Fast

When I woke up this morning, before I even had the chance to watch the bangtan bomb, I deleted a ton of weird asks in my inbox because it all GENIUNELY didnt matter. But now I'm kicking myself because I deleted this tkkrs ask and now I want them to resend it because it would've been so fucking funny. Darn. My problem for clearing out the trolls immediately I guess. Lol they sent me some tweet and went on and on about how if jikook are boyfriends why is he hanging out behind Jimin staring at Tae changing.

Proving they once again, don't know who they claim to stan. Poor staffer behind Jimin there helping Tae change (who was going shirtless under his jacket) getting accused of checking him out and of being JK. Black shirt, brown bag strapped on, black mask worn.... and then there is JK, wearing a white tshirt and purple hoodie like every other member. And BEFORE he changed into his encore outfit, he wasn't in black then either 😭 (white shirt. Blueish jacket)

Like YALL SERIOUSLY. What is wrong with some people. I should be more patient with what I delete in case I change my mind and decide I DO want to publicly embarrass some of you fools. 😅🤣😂 like that's not even JK, and he doesnt look like he is checking anyone out either! Chill.

Also just goes to show how often I very quickly delete dumb takes when I see them. Or asks I just don't feel like dealing with. Lol I see them, I read them, and then often, I just immediately delete them 🤣

#tkkrs are liars #but also so funny

[thedarkone121]

Death Mark AU: Protagonist!Swap Saya Kujou

I managed to get it done on her birthday! Everyone, say hello to the hero of our Protag!Swap AU: Saya Kujou!

Why yes, that is her brother’s coat she’s wearing. But she doesn’t know that by the time the amnesia takes hold of her. All she knows that she woke up with this coat wrapped around her and for some reason, she refuses to be separated from it.

And yes, Masamune did give her that coat during his last moments of being fully in-control.

Here’s her without the coat:

Saya Kujou is a character I feel like a lot of fans could interpret in their own way since she was, ya know, dead when we first meet her and all we got for her characterization was from her being a voice in her brother’s head in the main game. So, she was dead and loves her brother; time for the Dark One to get her hands dirty.

In my previous post I had mentioned a little bit of Saya, how she was initially the one who was accidentally the one responsible for her brother’s possession since she was the one who damaged Mary’s doll body. It was here that things changed; Saya was originally Marked by Hanahiko, like in canon, but she found out just how fast the amnesia was affecting Masamune. So, with her own death close, Saya attacked Mary.

“If I go down, I’ll take you with me!”

Cue Butterfly Effect; Mary get’s so pissed off that not only does she possess Masamune when he manages to make it to the Kujou Manor, but she takes over the Mark on Saya so she essentially becomes HER victim.

Well, now the backstory is out of the way, time to get into a bit of Saya’s character within the story; she’s been portrayed as the more outgoing of the two siblings in canon, being the face for the Kujou family despite her brother being the Head at the time. With that in mind, I like to think she’s very motherly while also having the ability to kick your butt. Like I picture all the younger Mark Bearers just flocking after her like ducklings — yes, even Shou and Tsukasa even if they don’t want to admit. She’s like that fun teacher you have that tries to make lessons interesting while also being brutally honest about things.

Due to her more blunt nature and her not having memories of being a Spirit Healer, I imagine Saya to be viewed as reckless and too outgoing amongst the adults. She’s a woman who marches to the beat of her own drum, especially when she’s not putting on a polite facade at conferences. This particular character trait came about when I remember that, as the black rabbit, she literally took the FLIPPING NENJINBUTSU out of the shrine before it was fully cleansed and kept it with her when she went to fight Mary!

…Suffice to say, Saya would definitely be the person to do something random or possibly life threatening just to see if it works. She often gives her adult companions heart attacks.

For some reason, I actually view Saya and Mashita as not getting along with the other. But not like hate each other, just two people who don’t get along but are forced to work together and are slowly coming to respecting each other. Don’t ask me how I came to that conclusion cause I don’t know how I got to that point either. I think I just found it hilarious that Saya would think Mashita is a degenerate only to realize that her brother like-likes him! 🤣

Speaking of her brother, let’s talk about Saya and the possessed Masamune! During the beginning, Saya was told that Masamune was her family butler and she believed. While her memories of her brother may be gone, her heart still knows him so while it does lead to her getting manipulated by Mary, Saya easily trusts Masamune and has come to rely on him for information on spirits.

But as the Chapters go on and each of the Mark Bearers tell her their tale of Masamune’s strange behavior, Saya starts to get suspicious. She still wants to trust him but even she realizes that something is wrong with him; how he appears to be light-headed, seems to be nauseated all the time, not to mention that one time he grabbed her arm and how his eyes seemed to flash with… Something.

With that, I think I’ll leave things here for now. I’ll probably do more doodles on a future date. Until then, enjoy this picture of Saya and Masamune.

Characters: Masamune Kujou // Saya Kujou (Here)

#darky draws #my art #spirit hunter #death mark #spirit hunter: death mark #masamune kujou #kazuo yashiki #saya kujou #mary kujou #mary!masamune au #Protag!Swap #au #八敷一男 #死印

[sleepyems-15]

yandere red hood x reader

(this story from my wattpad account)

charaters : you and red hood/ Jason todd

You were walking home in Gotham until you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around to see no one, there was no one on the street.You thought it was in your head but when you turned around you saw a man with a red mask on with a hoodie on with his hood up , his chest plate(or t-shirt I could never tell which one it is) having the a bat symbol but instead of black it was red.

"You lost little lamb" he purr "um..no I'm going to a friend house" you lied, your friends had sadly recently died they got murdered by a psychopath on the loose "well let me join you, it's not safe for a little mouse out here" he said joining you walking with you.You just kept walking without talking to him. You walked into a random street "this isn't where you live" he blurted out, you froze, you heard what he said.Thought about making a run for it or just pretend you didn't hear anything. You choosed the safest opinion and make a run for it, you sprinted away from the man.

You turned your head to see if the man was there, he was gone. You stopped and thought it might of all been in your head, you turned around  to walk to your house until you bummed into 'him'.You looked up seeing him ".how..." You whispered in shock. If you could see his face he would be smirking "didn't your parents ever told you that running away from someone rude" he teased."And didn't your parents tell you not to creep people out" you snarled.("I don't have parents" "oh my god, I'm so sorry"🤣) He laughed "how cute" he knocked you out in just a blink of an eye.

After a couple of hours you woke up in a room, the first thing you noticed was your legs and your wrists tied up, you were gaged with a cloth and you were being cuddled by the man that kidnapped you.You struggled to get out of his grasp.

"Oh you're awake" he said stitting up, he was about to let off the gag "if you scream I'm just going to to keep the gag on, got it" he said, you nodded your head.He removed the gag. You didn't say anything you wished you did but you didn't, "good little lamb, you can talk but don't scream, I already have a headache" you inhaled the air trying to stop your self from screaming.

"Who are you?" You asked trying to keep your composure "my name is Jason , your new boyfriend mabye husband" he whispered the last part. He played with your hair making you move a little bit "w-why am I here?" You questioned him "just rest sweets, ok"He laid back down and put your gag back in "love you little lamb" he fell asleep while you're still awake full of questions.

Counted words: 527

#red hood #yandere x you #dc #dc x you #red hood x reader #jason todd #batfam #yandere red hood

[bts-trans]

220604 Weverse Translations

J-Hope's Moment ⭐️

am I wrong 계속 돌려보는중 재밋네요 ㅎㅎ 저때 추억들이 계속 생각나는... 아마 몇 몇 아미 분들은 엠아롱 모르시는 분들도 계시겠죠옹?🙄🤔 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/moments/9/posts/1694048342110040)

I keep replaying am I wrong and it's fun hehe I keep thinking back to those times...

I bet there are some ARMYs who might not know Am I Wrong?🙄🤔

Trans cr; Annie @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

J-Hope's Comments 💬 on ARMY's Posts ❇️

💜: 호비 오빠, 오늘의 TMI는? JH: 잠만 잠 ㅠㅠ 오늘은🥲 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694048532203230)

💜: Hobi oppa, what is today's TMI*?

JH: All I did was sleep today ㅠㅠ🥲

(T/N: *TMI is used in Korean slang to mean little tidbits that people might not know about.)

💜: 우리 융기는 뒷통수 머리카락까지 귀엽네~~~ JH: 기억상 이형 이 시절 항상 저렇게 뒷머리 떠 있었어요 ㅋㅋㅋ 자고 일어나서 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694048470200199)

💜: Even the back of our Yoongi's* hair is cute~~~

JH: If I recall correctly, the back of his hair was always floating up like that hehehe because he woke up from a nap

(T/N: *Written cutely.)

💜: 마이크 차고있는거면 라이브 연습도 하는건가요 넘 궁금해여 JH: 방송국에 보내는 영상을 찍을땐 항상 마이크를 착용을 해야 했었던걸로 알아요 ㅎㅎ 🤪 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694048662934935)

💜: When you have mics on during rehearsals, do you also practice singing live? I am so curious

JH: From what remember, we always had to wear a mic while filming for broadcasting stations hehe 🤪

💜: 그럼 그때 사진 찍은거 잇서? JH: 찾아볼게용 😙 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694048651989356)

💜: Then do you have photos of that time?

JH: I'll look for it* 😙

(T/N: *Written cutely.)

💜: 호석아 내가 아무리 늦덕이어도 엠아롱을 모르진않아 😤 JH: 오~~~~~~~~~~🤣 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694048635297235)

💜: Hoseok-ah, even if I am late to the fandom, I know Am I Wrong 😤

JH: Oh~~~~~~~~~~🤣

💜: 오빠 그럼 이때 사진 올려주실 수 있나용 ••• 💜 JH: 지금 보니깐 저건 하드로 가야함 ㅠㅠ 2017년 11월 이전은 없네요 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694048607083090)

💜: Oppa, are you able to upload photos of this time ••• 💜

JH: Looking at this now, I will have to go back to my hard drive for this ㅠㅠ I don't have anything past November 2017

💜: 호비 저녁밥은 뭐 먹었어요!???? JH: 뭐 먹을까요 추천좀좀좀 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694048921669999)

💜: Hobi what did you eat for dinner!????

JH: What should I eat please recommenddd

💜: 호석아 너 왜 이렇게 귀엽네용?:> JH: 너도 왜 이렇게 귀엽네용?:> (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694048920178878)

💜: Hoseok-ah, why are you so cute? :>

JH: Why are you also so cute? :>

💜: 호비!!!!!!!! 엠아롱 무대 다시 할 생각은?! JH: 와 저 춤을 다시 할 수 있을까?? ㅋㅋㅋ (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694048918281506)

💜: Hobi!!!!!!!! Any thoughts on performing Am I Wrong again?!

JH: Wow I wonder if we can do that kind of dance again?? Hehehe

💜: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ오늘 버러플러이 보고 다시 화양연화병 걸려부럿쟈나 후우ㅠㅡㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ JH: 어제 이미 정주행 함 저는.... 명곡들... (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049108156135)

💜: Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe I watched Butterfly's performance today and got sick with the HYYH disease hoo ㅠㅡㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ  

JH: I already binge-watched yesterday... classic songs...

💜: 1.마라탕에 꿔바로우 2. 짜장면에 탕수육 3.볶음밥에 계란국 4.김치찌게에 계란말이 5.밀푀유나베에 마무리는 칼국수와 볶음밥 6.불고기에 김치볶음 JH: 좀 더 가벼운거 없을깡?? (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049153338285)

💜: 1. Malatang and crispy sweet & sour pork 2. Black bean noodles and sweet & sour pork 3. Fried rice and egg soup 4. Kimchi stew and egg roll 5. Mille-Feuille Nabe and end it with noodle soup and fried rice 6. Bulgogi and stir fried kimchi

JH: Is there anything lighter than those*??

(T/N: *Written cutely.)

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💜: ホビオッパー벌써 밥 먹었어~? JH: 🤪 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049153270091)

💜: Hobi oppa! Did you already eat~?

JH: 🤪

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💜: 호바 쪽갈비 먹어 쪽갈비 맛있어! JH: 그건 갈비에 쪽😘 한거얌? (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049152495511)

💜: Hob-ah, why don't you eat spare ribs*, spare ribs are so good!

JH: Is that Galbi with a kiss😘 on it?

(T/N: *In Korean, spare ribs are called Jjok Galbi. J-Hope is making a wordplay as the first word 'Jjok' is what a kissing noise would sound like.)

💜: 홉이가 방탄에 있어줘서 너무 좋아 정말 고마워요 JH: 😉 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049152086155)

💜: I am so happy that Hobi is with Bangtan Thank you so much

JH: 😉

💜: 호비댓글받으면 9등급 받았던 영어 4등급 이상으로 올려보겠읍니다... 저녁메뉴 김볶 어때요 JH: 김볶 까지 먹으면 1등급??😋 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049282426721)

💜: Hobi if I receive a reply, I will raise my English level to 4 from level 9... how about kimchi fried rice for dinner?

JH: If I eat kimchi fried rice, can you get to level 1??😋

💜: 오빠 이거 봐바 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 완전 찰떡이지!!! JH: 이런 강사들 있으면 수업 들을꺼에욤? JH: 😙 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049282255368)

💜: Oppa look at this hehehehehehe isn't this so perfect!!!

JH: If you had instructors like this, would you listen during class?

JH: 😙

Picture Translation:

BTS Study 1 Tier Instructors All Kill College Entrance Exam Korean - Jung Hoseok Korean History - Kim Taehyung Social Studies - Jeon Jungkook English - Kim Namjoon Chemistry - Park Jimin Math - Kim Seokjin Physics - Min Yoongi

💜: 홉아 오랫만에 하는 음방.. 기분이 어때? JH: 음 .. 물론 떨리���!!!!!!!!! 우리 아미분들이 좋아해 주셔야 할텐뎅...허허허허 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049401460501)

💜: Hob-ah how do you feel? performing at a music show for the first time in a while..

JH: Mm.. of course I am nervous!!!!!!!!! I hope our ARMYs will like it...huhuhuhuh

💜: 호비 최근에 재밌게 봤던 영화는 뭔가요? JH: 닥터스트레인지 2!!! 쿠키 영상 두번째꺼 꼭 봐야함!! (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049401173958)

💜: Hobi what was a recent movie you enjoyed watching?

JH: Doctor Strange 2!!! You must watch the second post-credits scene!!

💜: 호바 정국이한테 인스타꾸미는 법 알려줬어~?ㅋㅋㅋ JH: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 그거 나중에 마니~ 힘들거다 ~ 라고 이야기는 했어요 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049401009870)

💜: Hob-ah, did you let Jungkook know how to dress up his insta feed?

JH: Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe I told him that it was eventually going to get really~ hard ~*

(T/N: *Written cutely.)

💜: 비빔라면 추천함!!! JH: 오... 땡기는데? JH: 갈비에 쪽 이랑 같이 먹을깜🤔 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049694870095)

💜: I recommend spicy noodle!!!

JH: Oh... I am feeling it?

JH: Should I eat it with Galbi and a kiss*🤔

(T/N: *In reference to the previous wordplay on Jjok Galbi.)

💜: 호비야 미안해.. 누나가 궁금한 건 못참아숴.. 혹시 내일 올라오는 영상 스포 살짝 해준다면...? JH: 나도 모르는뎀.. 저도 아미 분들이랑 같이 즐기는중..🥲 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049878537840)

💜: Hobi-ah, I am sorry..noona can't hold it in when curious.. By any chance are you able to spoil a bit of tomorrow's video...?

JH: That I don't even know.. I am also enjoying this together with ARMYs..🥲

💜: 댓글이 오면 기적입니다🙀🫣🥺🫶🫶🫶💜 JH: 미라클 입니다🤫 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694049878494367)

💜: If I get a response, it'll be a miracle🙀🫣🥺🫶🫶🫶💜

JH: This is a miracle🤫

💜: 홉ㅂ~이제 갔어??🥺 JH: 홉 밥먹으러 가야함 배고풍 ㅠ 빠빠2 다시올게용🥲😍 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1694050246083530)

💜: Hobb~ Did you leave already??🥺

JH: Hob has to go eat now, so hungry ㅠ Byebye I'll come back*🥲😍

(T/N: *Written cutely.)

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#220604 #j-hope #hobi #hoseok #weverse #moment #comment #am i wrong #festa dance practice #hobi the biggest cutie #he also writes cutely #gotta love him #bts #bangtan

[leiawritesstories]

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: DEFINITELY NOT THE TIME

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: language, storms, battle, guns, weapons, blood, screaming, death, a few degrading words, more killing, general pirate chaos

A/N: most of this chapter is stolen from based off the maelstrom scene in Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. you do not need to have seen the movie, of course, I just have to cite my sources 🤣 Also, to anyone who may potentially be offended: yes, I satirized the English national anthem in this chapter. I couldn't resist.

Enjoy!!!

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“TRIM SAIL!” Aelin hollered, waving broadly at her crew as theys crambled about the ship’s deck, preparing the cannons and other various weapons and ran up into the rigging to cut back the amount of canvas. As the wind picked up, the Terrasen took mere scraps of canvas, just enough sail to keep ahead of the winds without risking teetering and capsizing. Aelin paced back and forth across her deck, checking the Orynth and the Doranelle to her flanks almost every minute. 

Across the churning sea, she caught sight of Rowan signaling her from his quarterdeck. 

He was ready. 

She spared him a tight nod in return, wishing with all her heart that she could be next to him, that she could speak her reassurance touch his tattooed skin and whisper one more “I love you” into his ear. But she was on her ship and he on his and the Orynth floating between them, all the pirates ready to face this squadron of Navy. 

And ideally blast the little shits into hell. 

The wind curled around the tops of the masts, whistling and wailing like so many voices, plantive cries to the heavens or perhaps the faint echoes of the gods whipping up a storm in their fury. Aelin glanced up at the pirates in the rigging, waving her hat in a broad loop. 

The man up on the mainmast waved his knife back at her, signaling that they were all prepared. 

Good. 

Let the Navy come, then. 

~

Captain Abraham Graves, Commander of HMS Champion, had been out on a mundane patrol, every day just like the one before it, with hope only for next month’s refreshment of the squadron so he could go home to his mistress and his bed. Every morning, he woke up grumpier and grumpier, grouching at his men to do their goddamned duty so they could all go home faster. But could you blame him? Six months on patrol was a damn while, especially for a man as accustomed to worldly pleasures as Captain Graves. 

So when the lookout brought him an intercepted message of some sort, he was very, very interested. 

Even more so when it turned out that message was from Rolfe himself, the notorious pirate king’s own hand signing the bottom of the page. The message wasn’t addressed to anyone--damn shame, he would’ve liked to know which of Rolfe’s filthy horde of scoundrels was coming their way--but it was very clear. The pirate was calling an assembly. 

Which meant that Captain Abraham Graves himself had a very fucking good chance of intercepting whichever fool pirate came his way. 

Now that, he called good business. 

Of course, he’d nearly had a heart attack when, a couple of weeks later, his First Lieutenant informed him that the pirates they’d sighted were a certain green-painted ship sailing in tandem with a certain black-trimmed one, the pair of pirate captains two of the names one never, ever wanted to hear while at sea. 

Captain Ash Galathynius of the Terrasen, and Captain Rowan Whitethorn of the Doranelle. And their crews of highly trained and even more bloodthirsty pirate scoundrels. 

He’d been hoping the squadron could snag a random pirate or two, or if they were lucky, maybe even a ship and a batch of captives to haul into the city and present to the Queen, but this? Finding two of the ocean’s most infamous pirate lords? Together?

As the wind picked up and the rain beat steadily down, Captain Graves strolled across his quarterdeck nodding and grinning in anticipation, readying himself to meet the two pirate bastards and kick the shit out of them. 

He was going to be promoted to admiral for damn sure. 

~

“Guess the rat bastard’s sending out the big guns,” Elide snickered, joining Aelin on the quarterdeck. “Too bad it won’t do him any good.” 

Aelin snorted. “Thinks he’s so smart, sending in gun shallop, hmm?” She threw her second a lewd wink. “Such a man thing, overcompensation.” 

Elide wheezed. “Fuckin’ gods, Cap!”

“I’m not wrong!” 

“Hell no.” Elide snickered. “I could tell you all about overcompensation, I could…” 

“Fuck, no!” Aelin yelped, smacking Elide’s shoulder. “No!” 

“Serves ya right,” Elide giggled. “You and Whitethorn keepin’ us up all night.”

“Oh, Ells,” Aelin smirked, regaining her swagger. “I do believe you and Salvaterre do a plenty fine job keepin’ yourselves up all night, yes I do.” 

Elide grumbled something crass that Aelin chose not to hear and whipped one of her pistols out of its holster. “Let’s go obliterate some Navy, eh?” 

“Cheers to that!” Drawing her own pistol, Aelin knocked it into Elide’s in a darkly piratical imitation of a toast. “Take what you can!” 

“Leave nothing behind!” 

Elide swung herself over the quarterdeck railing and dropped down to the main deck, careful not to slip on the rain-slick planks, hollering at the gun crews to get their bloodthirsty asses off the ground. “We’ve got ships to blow up!” she yelled, waving her pistol.

As the gun shallop approached, the voices of the small crew rowing it rose into the air in chorus. 

Gods save the glooooooorious Queeeeeen!

“Fuck me,” Elide snorted. “They singin’ their goddamn anthem?” 

“Gotta give themselves something to look forward to,” Manon snorted, the taller pirate appearing from the lower gun deck. “Too bad they can’t sing for shit.” 

Elide scoffed. “I’ll make ‘em sing.” 

“Mhmm,” Manon agreed, grinning viciously. “Sing themselves down to hell.” 

Smirking, Elide knocked the butt of her pistol into Manon’s fist. “Don’t get shot, Blackbeak.” 

Manon winked. “Don’t get knifed, Lochan.” And she headed back down to her station, yelling at the lower-deck pirates to move, godsdammit, and make it today!

The shallop drew closer and closer to the Terrasen, the figures of the Royal Navy men in the small boat becoming clearer. And their damned song becoming louder, unfortunately. 

Send her victooooooooorious! Her reign be gloooooooorious!

Gods saaaaaaaaaaaaave the Queeeeeeeen!

“OR,” Aelin bellowed, waving her sword in a broad circle, “YOU COULD SHUT THE FUCK UP!” 

CRASH!

The Terrasen’s guns roared out a blaze of fire and cannonballs, most of them only skimming the sides of the small gun shallop and crashing into the waves, but one or two took out pieces of the boat. 

That got the bastards’ fucking attention. 

“FIRE!” came the cry from the small boat, and the massive gun fixed into the sturdy hull belched out a great boom and a thirty-two-pound cannonball, which whistled through the air and arced over the Terrasen’s deck, slicing a few ropes but otherwise not doing much damage. 

“Came to play, did you?” Aelin called. “Fine. We’ll play.” Sheathing her sword in one smooth motion, she drew one of her pistols and leveled it down towards the Navy boat. 

Crack!

“AHHH!” A wordless shriek sounded from one of the Navy men, who windmilled his arms and topped over the side, blood blooming on his previously fine jacket. 

“PIRATE BITCH!” another of the Navy men hollered, aiming his gun at her and taking the shot. She ducked, letting the bullet whizz harmlessly over her head, and took the opportunity to fling a throwing knife down at the idiot who’d taken a shot at her. He yelped in fear and pain as the blade sliced across his upper arm. “I’ll fucking kill you!” 

“You can try!” Aelin cackled, stomping her booted foot against her deck. 

“FIRE!” roared the Navy man. 

“FIRE!” Manon yelled from the lower deck. 

Both the huge Navy gun and the full broadside of the Terrasen roared out fire and fury, smoke billowing out into the stormy winds. The massive cannonball from the Navy gunboat tore a neat hole in the Terrasen’s sails as it passed, but once again, it splashed into the ocean without doing any grand damage to the ship. 

The shallop, though, was not so lucky. 

Nearly all of the Terrasen’s cannon hit home, tearing through the shallop’s wood with the vengeance of every blood-hungry pirate on the ship. The Navy men screamed as their little boat rapidly filled with water, the churning ocean opening up her jaws and sucking them eagerly down. 

“One down,” Aelin yelled, flourishing her sword. “Only a few more to go!” 

The gleeful howls of her crew nearly drowned out the rapidly increasing howling of the wind. 

As the pirates turned towards the Navy squadron now charging towards them as fast as the stormy seas would allow, the heavens opened up, and the torrential rain came pouring down.

~

Rowan trained his gaze on the approaching Navy squadron, plotting how best to take them down. There were five of them, now that the gun shallop rested at the bottom of the sea, two of them twenty-four-gun frigates, two more with forty-four cannon, and the last one clearly the captain’s man-o’-war, with fifty-two cannon total. 

“Awful lot o’ firepower for a bunch of dead men,” Lorcan smirked, wiping his soaking-wet hair from his face. “Shit, this rain!” 

“Aye,” Rowan agreed, tapping the handles of the pair of axes dangling from his belt. “See how well they do in a storm, eh?” 

“Little fuckers prob’ly haven’t been in a storm like this one,” Lorcan grunted. “All the better for us, yeah, Cap?” 

“Hell yeah.” Rowan grinned like the completely mad pirate lord he was. “Let’s go make the storm a little more fun for them.” He fired one pistol out over the ocean, his signal to his crew. 

Fire at will. 

Boom!

Half the Doranelle’s  guns spat fire at the approaching Navy, who rather abruptly drew back into something resembling a proper Royal Navy battle formation--or as proper as they could get against the howling winds and the pounding rain and the seething waves. Across the writhing storm, Rowan heard the Navy comamnders yelling orders at their men. Seconds later, the squadron’s guns boomed out, sending fire and smoke and charges. 

“DUCK!” Rowan hollered, him and a few others hitting the deck as a rogue cannonball whistled by just above their heads. “Fuckin’ bastards,” he snarled, leaping back up and stomping, calling for another round. 

BOOM! 

The Doranelle’s guns roared again, this time joined by the smaller but no less deadly firepower of the Orynth to his left flank. He spared a brief glance down to find Aedion Ashryver and--

What the fuck?

Aedion Ashryver and Fenrys Moonbeam led the Orynth, the two blondes running around with the small handful of others on the deck, firing shots at random towards the Navy and generally wreaking havoc in the minds of the overly orderly Royal Navy men who thought that all battles should be a politely ordered exchange of fire. 

“Evening, Cap!” Fen hollered, grinning like a fiend as he pulled the firing cord. Crack! The cannon launched a shot out across the churning ocean, landing a hit on one of the smaller Navy frigates. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Rowan chuckled, shaking his head at the antics. 

The two wildest men, let loose on their own. Gods. 

“Who the fuck thought that was a good idea?” Rowan yelled. 

Aedion smirked. “Ask your lady love, Whitethorn.”

“Fuck off,” Rowan grumbled, laughing. Of course, of course Aelin would pull some shit like that. 

CRASH!

Speaking of Aelin, that was her yelp that rose, followed rather quickly by her scream of vengeance. Seconds later, the Terrasen’s guns spat out a bright blaze of fire, the shots whirling through the pouring rain to crash into the frigate that had hit her deck. 

“Move in!” Rowan called, blood singing in anticipation. 

It had been far too long since they got into a nice close, hot, dirty battle. 

~

Three of the five Navy ships were down, the fourth locked far too close to the Doranelle for comfort, the fifth--the Captain’s, of course, that dirty bugger--hanging back from the action but still firing into the fray. Damn bastard probably hoped to wait until the pirates were exhausted and then swoop in and take them. 

Too bad he didn’t realize which pirates he was dealing with. 

Sword in one hand and pistol in the other, Aelin battled her way through the tangled mess of fights on her deck and the Navy ship’s deck. With all of them so close together, they had, of course, leapt from deck to deck to engage each other, the pirates whooping and hollering and generally doing their very best to strike terror into as many Navy pansies as possible. 

“Pirate whore!” yelled a Navy man, charging at Aelin with his sword raised and murder in his eyes. 

“That’s a rather mean word,” she said lightly, casually firing her pistol into his chest. 

He gurgled blood and slumped to the deck. Sneering, she kicked his body as she passed, swiping the sword from his hand and promptly hurling it like a javelin straight through the shoulder of the next man foolish enough to rush her. 

“Nobody speaks to my Cap that way,” Elide growled, steel singing as she cut through the chaos. 

Aelin wasn’t the only one who noticed Lorcan Salvaterre blatantly staring at Elide as both of them dispatched the Navy men like a training exercise. 

“Quit that--oof!” Her teasing yell cut off into a grunt as someone thwacked the butt of their gun into her ribs. She whirled around, whipping her sword sideways, to find--

“Hullo, Galathynius.” 

“Well hello there, Farran,” she returned, sneaking low with her dagger to slice across Rourke Farran’s thigh. The Navy officer grunted, crashing his sword into hers hard enough to send sparks flaring. 

Aelin had had the absolutely joy of meeting Rourke Farran, a Royal Navy lieutenant with a particular thirst for pirate blood, when she was sixteen and newly off on her own. He’d gotten into a skirmish with the ship she was on and had taken the pirates prisoner. 

Her, being a woman, he’d originally left lightly bound, something he regretted within seconds as she sprang free and shoved the point of her hidden knife up against his throat. 

Guess he still carried a grudge for that. 

“You’re even fuckin’ uglier than before, and I didn’t think that was possible,” she goaded him, using her lithe grace and lightness to keep Farran constantly moving, chasing her and her rapid-fire blows.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled, lunging for her, the point of his sword just barely scraping her left bicep, enough to draw blood but not to wound. 

“Eight years and you still haven’t learned better vocabulary,” she sighed. “Pity.” Steel crashed as the two crossed swords, Aelin moving low with her dagger and Farran nudging the blow aside so it glanced across his knife. 

“Eight years an’ you’re still a snarky little slut,” he growled, panting as she increased the speed of her attack. “Fuck!” 

Aelin grinned viciously, kicking him in the thigh, right where she’d cut him earlier. “Getting a little tired, old man?” 

“Bitch,” Farran hissed, lunging low and thrusting both sword and knife at her. 

She dodged, narrowly scraping his knife, and almost before he could blink, she’d swapped her dagger for a pistol. “Pity that was your last word.” 

Crack.

The shot went clean through Rourke Farran’s throat. 

His sword clanged against the slick, rain-and-worse-soaked deck as he collapsed, hands pressed to his throat as if he could stop the flow of his lifeblood pouring out of him. 

“Burn in hell,” Aelin hissed, ripping a strip from the bottom of her shirt and tying it around the cut on her upper arm. It would do until she was done kicking the shit out of the Navy and could get to Lys. 

Seeing their lieutenant dead, a group of battered Navy shrieked in fury and charged Aelin, yelling incoherently about damned pirate bitches!

“You men and your pathetic vocabularies,” she sighed, firing three quick shots to dispatch most of them. The fourth kept charging, sword and gun up. 

Unfortunately for his gun, he failed to remember that raising a gun up into pouring rain rendered the gunpowder sopping wet and therefore useless. 

Dropping the pistol, he picked up a random sword off the deck and stormed toward Aelin with a blade in each hand and rage in his eyes. 

“Come and get me,” she taunted, swapping her pistol for the long knife strapped to her thigh. 

One of Rowan’s favorite knives, coincidentally, but that wasn’t particularly important at the moment. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” the Navy man growled, rushing at her with all the brute force in his somewhat bruised and beat-up self. Aelin dodged his clumsy strike and clashed her sword into his, slamming her knife into the blade in his left hand--his weaker hand--and knocking it to the deck. He grunted in pain and refocused his efforts on his sword and his fists and feet, managing to land a few punches. 

Aelin grunted as he managed to somehow land a hit to her ribs, swung back her knife hand, and backhanded him in the face. Hard. Blood and a tooth or three sprayed from his mouth, his head turning sideways with the force of the blow. “Slimy bastard,” she growled, rooting her feet to the slippery planks of the deck to brace herself against his sloppy, rage-fuelled lunge. 

Which opened his entire left side to her attack. 

“Still haven’t got any brains,” Aelin sighed. Quick and harsh as the maelstrom winds whipping around them, she slid her blade into the gap in his defenses, piercing cloth and flesh and sinew. 

The navy man gasped as she withdrew her blade, crumpling to the deck. 

“Don’t taint my deck,” she hummed, noting that he was close enough to the gap blown in the railing for her to kick neatly off the side of the ship. 

Easy cleanup. 

Sword lifted, she turned in a slow pivot, taking in the chaos of the battle raging across her and the Doranelle’s decks. Since her crew was doing such a fine job on their own, she decided to go over and join Rowan for a little bit of…fun. Of course, he’d probably say something very different, but Captain Aelin Galathynius loved herself a good raging battle. 

Nothing like killing Navy attackers in a howling storm next to the one you loved, no there was not. 

Another blue-jacketed man ran towards her, loosing a high-pitched yowl. Pathetic. She left him for her crew and leapt up into the rigging, grasping a loose line and glancing across the gap between the Terrasen and the Doranelle. Hmm…oh, fuck it, she could make it work. 

So Captain Aelin Galathynius took a firm hold of the line and leapt off the rigging of the Terrasen, swinging through the air with her sword in her free hand and a blood-chilling cry on her lips, descending to the Doranelle like every nightmare of the angels of hell. 

~

Her boots struck the deck with a wet thud, sliding a little bit on the soaking wet wood. She whipped her sopping braid out of her face, shaking the water from her jacket, cracked her neck, rolled her shoulders, and raised her sword to the iron-gray, stormy skies. “Come get me, fuckers!” she crowed, grinning madly as a handful of Navy men whirled around and charged the pirate captain. 

Towards the other end of the deck, Rowan half-turned at the sound of her yell, laughing as he watched her take on the group of Navy. That’s my fucking Captain, he thought, internally incredibly proud of her. 

Aelin’s pistol cracked out a series of shots in rapid succession, sending several more Navy howling to the deck. “So a woman can’t fight, can she?” she smirked, swiping forwards with her long knife and backwards with her sword, dispatching two at once. 

Rowan unabashedly goggled at her, captivated. Fucking hell, he wanted to marry her. 

What better time than now?

“GALATHYNIUS!” he yelled, battling his way across the deck. 

She half turned, striding towards him, steel flashing, pistol blazing, and fists flying as she fought towards him, meeting him in the middle. “What?” 

Back to back in front of the mainmast, Rowan and Aelin struck in tandem, swords cutting through the chaos of the battle, the thuds of cannon fire echoing around them, mingling with the crashing waves and pounding rain and howling wind, the battle symphony so glorious to their pirate ears. As one, they pivoted around, finding none but each other. 

Rowan clasped Aelin’s hand, fire blazing in those dark pine eyes she loved so much. “Will you marry me?” he shouted over the clamor of the storm, grinning. 

Her jaw dropped open. “I don’t think now’s the best time for that!” she yelled. 

His sword whistled over her shoulder, batting off a Navy officer. “Now may be the only time!” There was a certain edge of grimness in his tone, amplified by the surging storm and the slow, slow approach of the captain’s ship, which until now had seemed content to stick to the edge of the fray and fire an occasional shot in. 

She swore viciously, whipping a throwing knife off her belt and launching it at another Navy behind Rowan. “Still--” she broke away, turning to kick an approaching seaman in the stomach so hard he tumbled off the edge of the ship. “Definitely not the time, Ro!” 

His sword bloodied, his face and body sporting more bruises than Aelin cared to count, he grasped her hand again, wildness and passion gleaming in his gaze. “Now may be the only time!” Briefly as he dared, he stole a kiss, both tasting each other’s sweat and blood. “Marry me, Fireheart.” 

Aelin looked from the face of the pirate she loved to the raging storm and battle and back, catching a brief glimpse of Elide up on the Doranelle’s quarterdeck, the petite woman dispatching Navy men with alarming speed and grace. “LOCHAN!” she bellowed, flashing a bright, wicked grin at Rowan. 

Elide turned and glanced down, finding the couple standing in the middle of the chaos, their sword arms moving in tandem as they battled off attackers. “The fuck d’you need?” 

“MARRY US!” Aelin shouted, beaming like an absolute madwoman. 

“All the fucking gods above,” Elide yelled, kicking a seaman off her deck. “I’M A LITTLE FUCKIN’ BUSY AT THE MOMENT!” 

Aelin’s laugh crackled like lightning as she turned, ducking under Rowan’s arm to slip her knife across the stomach of a naval man, who gurgled as he collapsed. She flashed Rowan a bright, wicked smile, one that he matched in fervor as they whirled back around to find only each other, no enemies separating them. 

“Lochan, NOW!” Rowan cried, spotting the brief reprieve of battle. 

“FINE, THEN!” Elide cleared her throat and struck a grand pose. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the midst of this massive godsdamned storm to knock your goddamn carcass off my deck!” she howled, breaking from her dramatic wedding performance to kick an approaching seaman off the quarterdeck. 

Rowan released a great bellow of laughter, clasping Aelin’s forearm, her soaked shirt clinging to her skin, strands of wet hair whipping in the gale. “Aelin Galathynius!” Not releasing her, he clashed swords with a man behind him, the engagement over in a moment. “Do you take me to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

The smile on her face could have lit up the whole damn world. “I do!” she crowed, punctuating her words with a ferocious sideways lunge to take out another attacker. 

“Great!” Rowan had no fucking idea where that came from. Blame his damn overwhelmed brain. 

She beamed. “Rowan Whitethorn! Do you take me--” a brief pause to skewer one particularly unfortunate blue-coated lieutenant-- “to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“Hell yeah I do!” His broad grin split his face with joy. 

“I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU--” Once again, Elide’s officiating was cut off by an attack. She grunted, leaning sideways and whipping her foot up in a roundhouse kick. Even Aelin, down on the main deck, heard the seaman’s jaw crack. 

“Gods,” Rowan panted, wiping his sword off on a random blue jacket. “I see what Lorcan loves.” 

Aelin grinned. “A woman and her knives, what’s not to love?” 

“YOU MAY KISS THE--” Elide whirled around. “Motherfucker, I’m trying to marry my best friend, get the fuck off my damn deck!” She cleared her throat. “YOU MAY KISS--” Her voice dropped into wicked laughter as she ducked down and whipped her knee up into the attacker’s crotch, sending him collapsing into a pile of howling man. She rolled her eyes, waving her sword at Aelin and Rowan. “JUST KISS!” 

Grinning, Rowan pulled Aelin close, his free arm slipping from her forearm to her waist, and pressed his rain-slick lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She wound her free hand into his ruined ponytail, tilting his head down to her, opening her lips up to his kiss. 

When they broke apart, the rain had finally begun to lessen. 

But the battle definitely had not. 

~

“FUCKIN’ FIRE!” Aelin yelled, waving her sword at the Terrasen. “He’s right there for the takin’!” 

Indeed, the Navy ship they’d been battering listed close to her ship, close enough that the boom of the Terrasen’s broadside struck the lethal blow. 

The Doranelle’s guns cracked out seconds later, blasting through the already-sinking Navy ship. Drawing upon all the reserves of strength he had left, Rowan let his hand slip from Aelin’s as he lunged back into combat, cutting through the last Navy men still on his deck. She yelled out her battle cry as she turned the opposite way, fighting through the last vestiges of the chaos. 

As the clamor faded, Aelin and Rowan turned back towards each other, both of them bruised and a little battered and bloody, locking eyes across the carnage that lay across their ships. 

It only took a few strides before she was back in his arms, their swords abandoned on the deck as he claimed her with his kiss, fisting her braid in one hand and pulling her into his chest with the other. She responded just as eagerly, throwing his hat off to the side and burying one hand in his hair and the other in his sopping wet jacket. She kissed him--her pirate, her Rowan, her husband--fiercely, the chaos of battle forgotten in his arms. 

“Good gods above!” Fenrys howled, dramatically covering his eyes as he stepped onto the Doranelle’s deck. “Get a fuckin’ room!” 

Aelin tipped her head back and cackled. Of course it would be Fenrys who interrupted them. 

“Piss off,” Rowan shot back, grinning at Fen. 

“CAPTAIN!” Elide and Lorcan and Aedion’s voices all together. 

“What?” Rowan and Aelin turned sharply, facing the direction their close lieutenants were pointing. 

Where the man-o’-war that had lingered back from the battle now loomed on the horizon, drawing closer with every passing second. 

Fuck.

~

Captain Abraham Graves could barely refrain from clapping his hands in glee as he watched his brilliant plan unfold without a hitch. The ships--the rest of his squadron--that he’d sent into battle with the pirates had been, well, a necessary sacrifice. 

He had to admit he hadn’t expected the pirate scum to dispatch of his entire squadron. 

But once again, he reminded himself that he wasn’t dealing with any petty little pirate underlings here. Those were two of the pirate lords, and oh, how great his reward was going to be! 

He took a solid stance on his quarterdeck, beaming as his ship sailed forwards. Thankfully, the storm had begin to abate, the violent winds and lashing rain calming and giving way to smoother seas and a sky that, although still gray, had lightened and promised sunshine soon. The closer he drew to the pirates, the more his smile grew, all of his life plans coming together before his very eyes. Everything he’d ever wanted, he was so so close to having. With his certainly impending victory over the pirates, he’d be heralded has a hero, no doubt, and he’d finally be granted the title of admiral he’d been striving for all his life. 

As he drew close enough to clearly see the pirates aboard the ships, though, his brow furrowed. There were two of them, which he’d expected, but…they were a short distance apart, sitting parallel to each other, sails limp as if they were…surrendering? 

Impossible. 

Graves sailed onward, pressing forth through the waves until he was a bare breath away from the pirates, until he was so close to the ships and the capture of the pirates and the great grand reward he could practically taste. 

And then his dream exploded. 

“FIRE!”

In a maneuver he would never have been able to anticipate, the two pirates flanked him, forcing him to pass between the two ferocious bloodthirsty machines, and just as he was about to give the order to open fire, the pirates’ broadsides crashed into his ship in a raging roaring storm of fire and fury. Screams arose from all four decks of his ship as it exploded into fire and splinters, the second broadsides from the pirates ripping down the masts and breaking massive holes in the ship. 

Oddly serene despite the certainty of his death, Captain Abraham Graves delicately rested his hand on the polished rail of the quarterdeck stairs and descended slowly, as if in a trance, unbothered by the cloud of flying splinters that surrounded him. 

He did not even feel the one that speared through his heart. 

~

Hand in hand with her pirate husband, Aelin watched the last ship descend into the depths in a blaze of fire and shattered splinters, forever silenced by the ocean. 

“Not bad for a day,” Rowan murmured, winking slyly at her. 

She snorted, then winced, the motion causing her ribs to ache sharply. “Shit!” 

“Ae!” His eyes widened with concern. “You’re hurt!” 

“No shit,” she deadpanned. “We’ve just been in a battle, love, of course I’m a little banged up.” 

He huffed a dry laugh. “All right, fine. Still.” He tilted up her chin with his fingertips. “Please go see Lys and get properly bandaged.” 

“Only if you do,” she returned, eyeing the slashes in his jacket sleeves and pants and the bruising on his face knowingly. 

“Fine.” 

Back on the Terrasen, Lys had set up multiple quick healing stations, with the surgery being where any seriously injured person was taken. With the five or six other pirates who knew medicine well enough to serve as battlefield healers, she worked through the injured pirates, performing operations on anyone who seriously needed it, calming the ones in their last moments, and binding up the smaller wounds. 

By the time Aelin and Rowan came to her, she was exhausted, her already-wet clothing sweaty, sorrow in her gaze. The surgery was clean and empty, though, the words already said over the bodies of those lost in battle. 

“How many?” Aelin asked gently, seating herself by her friend’s side. 

Lys sighed heavily. “Twenty or so in total. As many more wounded, a few lost limbs.” She swallowed. “Gods, I hate amputations.” 

Aelin squeezed the brunette’s hand. “I’m sorry, Lys.” 

Lysandra leaned into the captain’s comfort. “Right, enough of that. What brings you here?” 

A little sheepishly, Aelin displayed the blood-stained strip of cloth tied around her bicep. 

Lys sighed, rolling her eyes playfully, and grabbed her medical bag. “Can’t you ever stay out of harm’s way?” she teased. “Let’s hope whoever got you didn’t have a dirty blade, Cap.” She untied the crude bandage and cleaned Aelin’s wound with a warm cloth, humming in satisfaction. “Looks clean to me, but you can’t be too certain.” She dipped a fresh cloth in her pan of alcohol solution. “Brace, Cap.”

Aelin hissed through her teeth at the sting, relieved when Lys told her she didn’t need it stitched up and simply applied a smear of healing salve and bandaged her up. “Thanks, Lys.” She flashed Rowan a little grin. “Your turn, love.” 

He grumbled a protest but complied, especially when she whispered into his ear. 

Lys blinked. “Should I--no, hell no, I’m not even going to ask.” 

Aelin smirked. “It is our wedding night…”

“You two horny idiots better take it to the Orynth,” Lys threatened teasingly as she bandaged Rowan up, “or we’ll dump you on some island.” 

“Oh, don’t worry,” Aelin crooned. “We don’t want anyone interrupting us, of course we’re going to the Orynth. Besides,” she winked wickedly, “you and Aeds and Elide and Lorcan will make enough noise as it is.” 

“Shut it, you,” Lys laughed. “Right, don’t injure yourselves.” She blew them a kiss as they left and sat back down, exhaling slowly. 

A moment later, there was another knock on the doorframe. 

She looked up to see Aedion’s familiar face watching her with a measure of worry. He’d already been taken care of, patched and bandaged up. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” she murmured. 

He walked in, closing the door behind him, and sat down atop the clean table, pulling his wife into his lap, stroking his hands up and down her back. “I’m here, Lys.” 

She sniffled quietly. “I hate everything that happens after a battle,” she whispered, grief clouding her lovely face. “It’s--gods, Aeds, it’s so fucking hard to watch the light leave.” 

Aedion said nothing, he just held Lysandra close and let her grieve the lost, offering as much comfort as he possibly could. 

~

Finally dressed in dry clothes, Aelin and Rowan steered the Orynth a short distance away from the Terrasen and the Doranelle, needing the bit of privacy for the night. They’d agreed to set anchor alongside a nearby island, the land providing harbor and cover for the pirates for the night. 

With the small ship settled, Aelin released the helm, strolling down to meet Rowan on the main deck. He smiled at her, folding her into his arms, both of them looking out over the smooth sea, the clear, star-filled night. 

She winked up at him. “So we’re back, aren’t we, Captain?” 

“Right back where we started,” he agreed, winking back at her. “This time, let’s not get interrupted, hmm?” 

Aelin snickered. “Oh, love, I don’t intend to be interrupted for at least a week.” Hands in his long, loose hair, she pulled his lips down to hers, claiming him with her kiss. 

And they stumbled down to the cabin in a hazy, panting blur of limbs and discarded clothes, barely even making it into the cozy bedroom before Rowan was down on his knees and Aelin was gasping in pure pleasure. 

“Only the best for my wife,” he rumbled, eyes glinting darkly up at her. 

Only the best indeed.

~~~

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I’m glad your back is loads better, but I’m sorry your knee isn’t!! If it’s not one thing, it’s another 😅.

As always, feel free to veto this prompt:

Keeping with the Carol theme…

Nat has always been the one that everyone gets their comfort from (and she is honestly so good at it!), and usually it’s Yelena, and sometimes Kate, that in turn comfort Nat on the rare occasion she lets them.

Nat has been there for Carol a handful of times now, so I was thinking maybe its Carol’s turn to be there for Nat! A Red Room flashback, or maybe we get a glimpse of the black widow and carol has to subdue her. Once she snaps out of it, Carol is there to comfort her. Honestly, however you wanna do it!! I’m just throwing things out there and talking way too much LOL 🤣🤣🤣

Anywho, feel better soon! 💕

A/N: Thank you so much for this amazing request! 💖💖💖 And it’s all good! My knee is actually doing better now and no pains seem to have taken its place yet 😂💕 Hopefully it’ll stay that way 😅😬

Sorry it took me a little bit to get to this! I’ve been really lacking in the way of motivation lately, and idk why. However, I have been working on some video edits that I’m thinking about posting on my YouTube channel for y’all 🥰💗 I’ve also been working on a little art 😊💕 

Hopefully the motivation will come back soon, lol. I’m just in a little slump for now 💖

I hope y’all enjoy! 💕

Word Count: 1895

  “Hey, Nat… What’re you doing?” Carol questioned uncertainly as she entered the gym, pausing as she took in the sight of the redhead.

  Carol happened to be coming in late from a mission when she saw that the lights were on in the gym. She normally would not have questioned it, but it was in the neighborhood of two or three in the morning, so she had a few questions. Especially since she knew that no one would be there that early. Not even Steve, who religiously woke up at five every morning.

  So she had come in to check, and that was when she found Natasha.

  At the moment, the woman in question was very gracefully, effortlessly, and beautifully performing a very intricate ballet routine. It completely took Carol by surprise since she had never seen Natasha do ballet before, and she actually had no idea that Natasha knew anything about it. Carol definitely did not know much about the subject.

  “I didn’t know you knew ballet. That’s really cool,” Carol complimented, speaking up again as she grinned at Natasha. However, her smile soon slowly fell away from her face as she realized that Natasha was remaining completely unresponsive.

  “Hey… You okay?” Carol questioned as she came a little closer.

  As she approached the woman carefully, she quickly realized that Natasha had a glazed sheen to her eyes, and she did not seem to be overly aware of anything happening around her. Carol immediately felt her guard coming up a bit. Something was not right at all with the redhead, and Carol was not sure what was about to happen.

  “Hey, Nat…?” Carol questioned, moving nearer as she risked waving her hand near Natasha to try to get her attention. Natasha stayed quiet, not offering Carol any manner of reaction. Carol swallowed, eyeing her wordlessly.

  Natasha seemed almost as if she were having some manner of breakdown. Carol was not at all experienced with dealing with this level of emotional situation unless it was she herself having the episode, but she was quick enough to realize that this must be the signs. And she was not about to let Natasha suffer through this alone. Not after everything she had helped Carol herself through.

  Carol braced herself, calling upon her enhanced strength as she prepared to handle this situation the best she could.

  “Natasha, hey… I’m going to put my hand on you. I know you probably can’t hear me or at least can’t respond, but I thought I’d warn you anyway, okay?” Carol told her, and Natasha remained still performing some outlandish pose.

  Carol let out a breath before reaching out and closing the distance between them.

  Almost immediately, Natasha’s gaze snapped to Carol’s, her entire demeanor changing as she almost bared her teeth. Carol’s eyes widened slightly, and Natasha immediately started attempting to pull her signature move on her as she pounced upward, wrapping her legs around Carol’s head as she started trying to pull her down.

  If Carol had not been braced already with her strength, the move would have doubtlessly brought her to the ground. Instead, she simply grabbed Natasha, prying her legs off of her as she threw her into the floor accidentally with the force of her grip.

  Natasha quickly was back on her feet again, but as soon as she made a move to attack, Carol shot her hands out, grabbing Natasha’s shoulders in her hands firmly as she met her eyes. Natasha started trying to jerk herself out from Carol’s grip, but Carol remained steadfast, fighting for a strong grip. She grabbed the back of Natasha’s neck with a hand, searching for purchase as she grappled with her.

  There was a reason that Natasha was considered the slipperiest and most agile person on the team, and Carol was quickly figuring that out as she fought to keep ahold of her without hurting her with her super strength.

  “Natasha, stop,” Carol breathed out between them. Natasha just glared daggers at her, obviously nowhere near back to normal as she seemed almost feral.

  “It’s me. It’s Carol,” Carol tried to break through to her, and Natasha surged toward her a little, trying to push through her hands. Carol simply kept ahold of her.

  “C’mon, Nat,” Carol pleaded with her, but there was absolutely no response. Instead, Natasha just lunged once again. Carol tightened her hands around her again, her mind racing as she tried to think of some way to break through.

  “Gosh, I don’t know how to get through to you,” Carol uttered her thoughts aloud, her voice soft as she never removed her gaze from Natasha’s. She was aware that on one hand, it might appear like a challenge to the woman before her, but she was also hoping that maybe she could reach through to her if she looked into her eyes long enough.

  She had no idea how Yelena usually pulled Natasha out of these episodes. She did not ever know the details of Natasha’s trauma-related issues, but she knew enough to know Yelena was always able to do so. She knew that even Kate was able to coax Natasha out of them usually.

  She just had to find something that would pull her out of this fit and this animalistic rage. She knew that putting her hands on Natasha was definitely not helping things, but she literally had to keep ahold of her to keep her from trying to attack. She also knew that saying things to her was not going too well either. However, it seemed like her only option at the moment, unfortunately.

  Carol swallowed, trying to think of some phrase or words that meant something to the both of them. Something that would bring her out of whatever memories she was locked into now.

  In the midst of her thoughts, she must have loosened her grip just a little. Natasha quickly took advantage of the opening and brutally crushed her elbow into Carol’s chin. Carol’s teeth clacked painfully in her mouth, and she let out a cry, having not been braced for the hit.

  Natasha immediately made a move to jump at her again and entwine herself around her, but Carol swiftly surged forward, grabbing Natasha as she got the tightest grip she had so far upon her. She grasped her wrists firmly, and she moved forward to slam the redhead into the wall. Natasha gasped hard, the breath knocked out of her, and Carol felt guilt surging through her.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Carol tried to soothe, but Natasha quickly got that wild look in her eyes again and started fighting once again to get out of her grip, grunting as she struggled to get away.

  It was then that the perfect words to say just happened to hit her as she fought the woman.

  “Where’s Fury?” Carol attempted, using the playful voice that she usually had when she made a point to try to sneak up on Natasha when Carol had not seen her in a while. Natasha immediately froze in her efforts to fight her.

  After a long pause with no belligerence on the redhead’s part, Carol slowly started loosening her grip. Natasha took in a sharp breath, fully taking in the fact that Carol was standing there holding onto her. Natasha remained silent for a while, her eyes a bit glassy as she slowly took in the sight of Carol. Carol slipped her hands away from Natasha’s wrists in favor of moving one to her shoulder and the other just barely touching her waist in case she needed to grab her again.

  “Carol,” Natasha breathed finally, recognition in her stare, and Carol almost sighed with relief.

  “It’s me. It’s okay,” Carol whispered in acknowledgement, preparing to take her hands away from Natasha so that she did not overwhelm her.

  However, just before she did, Natasha suddenly just collapsed into her, and Carol had to swiftly grab her to keep her from falling. Carol’s eyes widened a bit as she returned the embrace and encircled Natasha in her arms. She rested her head tentatively on Natasha’s as she hugged her back.

  Natasha let out a long, shaky sigh as she gripped Carol tightly, her fingers trying to gain purchase in the fabric of Carol’s suit. Carol took in a deep breath as she remained steady and held Natasha’s slightly trembling body. The entire thing felt slightly awkward given the fact that the hard, metal star in the center of her chest-piece of her suit was pressing into Natasha unforgivingly, but Natasha did not seem to mind too much.

  There was a long while of silence where Carol just alternated between rubbing her back and squeezing her a little more tightly. Natasha kept getting closer even though there was realistically no way to do so, seeking some manner of comfort that Carol had no idea how to begin giving.

  “How long?” the redhead finally asked, her voice soft.

  Carol was quiet for a moment, trying to understand Natasha’s question. After a moment, it quickly occurred to her that she was asking how long she had been performing ballet routines.

  “I don’t know. I walked in on it about twenty, twenty-five minutes ago,” Carol answered, giving an estimate of the time. She made sure to keep her voice at the same volume as Natasha was speaking to avoid being too abrasive in the face of Natasha’s vulnerability. Natasha swallowed hard, retreating within herself as she presumably remained absorbed in her own thoughts.

  “Where’s Yelena?” Natasha questioned, and Carol shrugged, starting to loosen her hold just barely.

  “I guess still sleeping. I can go get her if you—”

  “No,” Natasha abruptly interrupted her, and Carol quieted, waiting for Natasha to speak. Natasha’s full body weight leaned harder into Carol, but she did not budge, the weight feeling like nothing compared to the amount of power coursing through her veins.

  “I don’t want her to worry,” Natasha admitted. Carol nodded in understanding. It was a sentiment that she could completely respect since she had often done the same thing with Maria. Even though it never ended up working too effectively since Maria knew her far too well. She suspected that Yelena would likely figure out about Natasha’s incident tonight, too.

  Carol allowed her to remain there against her, and she stayed still, uncertain of what to do to make things better. She was more of a doer and when it came to comforting people, she wanted to fix things. She wanted to get up and go take care of whatever was hurting someone.

  But when the problem was within their own mind or within themselves, however, she felt entirely powerless.

  “What can I do?” Carol finally asked her, hoping that if she had a clear vision of what to do that she could help somehow.

  “Just… Just be here. Please,” Natasha whispered, and Carol immediately felt her heart hurting for the other woman, the pulsating pain growing stronger as she remained there as Natasha’s rock. She squeezed her more firmly, moving her head to the side as she pressed her cheek to the top of Natasha’s head.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere,” Carol replied gently, and Natasha let out a long, deep breath, closing her eyes.

  And she would definitely be there for her as long as she needed her.

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[shuinami]

I see a lot of people not liking the new little mermaid live action casting because Ariel is black and I think that’s stupid people should care that they casted a person who couldn’t sing as Ursula and also the movie is going to be bad not because of the main actress but because Disney is going to fuck up the plot like they have with every single live action remake

Yeah, honestly. A black version of The Little Mermaid had potential imo, but the more I think about it, and as I look at the cast, I just see issues.

They didn't even make Ariel's family a black family, and, not to sound like a hotep or anti-divestor or whatever it is, but I don't love the subliminal of a black girl forfeiting her culture, family, her magical mermaid-ness and her voice for a white prince. I just feel like that's a little bit odd...

I don't get why they couldn't have set it in the West Indies and had a mostly black/Caribbean cast? I feel like that setting would feel right. I guess my hopes were too high though.

+Awkwafina as Scuttle and Daveed Diggs as Sebastian... I mean first of all, I don't love the casting, but second of all I AM AFRAID TO SEE THESE CGI FISH TALKING after the Lion King 2019 bro 💀 And this time, they'll be the minority so I feel like it'll be weirder to see their unemotional eyes.

AYY AYY AYY THAT RIGHT THERE'S A DINGLEHOPPER

This ting ominously speaking shaky Patois imagine 💀

AYO IT'S LIVE ACTION FLOUNDER 💀💀💀💀

And that's not even discussing the actual movie itself, that's just the surface level stuff. I'm with you in thinking that the actual content of the movie will be watered down, unless they plan to change the story a lot but I don't see them doing that too much. They have said that Ariel will have a little more power in this version, so whatever they do with that, and the additional run-time, we can only hope will actually be impactful and inspiring.

Sidebar: I love the original, but Eric always reminds me of that guy from the episode of Bojack where Diane goes to Vietnam and pretends to not speak English... Like, bro, you're literally happy to basically talk to yourself the whole time and never even pass her a piece of paper or something 😬? But yeah, in a live-action version, I feel like it will be harder to suspend the disbelief that Eric never thought to get a piece of paper. Or maybe he will? But then I don't see how Ursula could intervene in that case.

I personally feel like there's a certain wonder and magic to stylised animation that 'live-action' (cause Lion King 2019 was 'live' animals right...? It was an animated remake, just realistic) versions don't really capture. I kind of remember enjoying Jungle Book (2016) when it came out, but I think they attempted to make it less magical and a bit more intimidating/gritty in the remake, which kind of worked (though, it's not something I'd go out of my way to rewatch).

Coral reefs, mermaids and romance though? I don't really see them executing that in a live-action well. Like, maybe it's just me, but the OG was a lot of jokes/light-heartedness (aside from the ending, which I think has potential to be really cool & terrifying in the live-action version), I don't really feel like that charm will translate when you try and bring it into the real world.

ALSO SORRY I rewatched parts of the movie I don't remember as well to make this post, not Ursula calling Ariel "THE LITTLE TRAMP" cause she was about to get kissed 💀💀. That's sort of another area where I feel like it'll be harder to suspend disbelief when they're trying to set it in reality with this medium (?)... if Ariel, looking like Halle Bailey, was trying to kiss Eric, irl that mf wouldn't hesitate, what are we even talking about 🤣🤣?!

But anyways, I'll be going to watch it, both to show some love for black female lead and because I love going to the cinema. The racists can keep their "go woke, go broke" shit, we not going broke, baby.

To finish, I know people find it annoying but I hope they at least put hints of a environmental conservation spin on it, since coral reefs like the one Ariel lives in are dying out :(

#shui meta

[fleurcareil]

Nova Scotia: South and East shores

Woke up with a full sunshine so the weather finally turned for the better! :) Even when staying in a cabin without having to take care of a tent, I still take about 1.5 hours to get myself sorted in the morning, from drinking my first cup of tea over my daily NY times crossword / wordle / woordle (Dutch version)/CBC news routine, getting dressed, prepping breakfast (apple or oatmeal) & lunch (sandwiches) and packing up, but I did take the time to eat breakfast on the deck in the sun before heading out... Being on the road for so long, I purposely make an effort to slow down where I can especially in the morning; I can always skip something along the way if I'm running out of time.

This day I'm driving east along the south shore of Nova Scotia to its capital Halifax where I'm spending two nights. First stop was the beautiful seaside section of Kejimkujik National Park, where I went for a 8.7km hike along the coastline. The trail starts through the coastal bog which has shrubs and small trees and then opens up to a white sand cove which is pretty on its own... until I spotted the first seals on a little island offshore! Turns out that the area has one of the largest seal concentrations in Nova Scotia, and I ended up seeing over 21 harbour seals and 3 gray seals, which are rarer but easily distinguished by their larger size (up to 2.5m length & 300kg in weight) and horse-like face.

Walking along the various coves, I met the park ranger who says I'll likely see deer and bears on the rest of the trail... "no worries, it already ate a human this morning" 😂 he assured me I got nothing to be concerned about as they mostly eat seaweed... And lo behold, within the next 15 minutes I encounter 4 deer who didn't seem to care about me, and from a vantage point I see from afar (luckily) a black bear combing the beach!! A bit more apprehensive, I continued the hike saying out loud from time to time "hey, I'm here, just a human, you can continue eating your seaweed" 😉 but all good, nothing else happened except that a tiny green snake almost gave me a heart attack when it moved while I was stepping over it, thinking "that's a strange leaf". 🤣

After all the wildlife adventure, I went for a walk through historic Lunenburg, which was recommended as a village that I must visit, but it being a mid-week pre-high season there was hardly anyone there (nor the famous Bluenose replica ship featured on the 10-cent coin) so I was not much impressed honestly. I did pick up yummy fish cakes to eat later at Peggy's Cove which rightly so, features the most visited lighthouse in Canada. Sitting on the big rocks overlooking the Atlantic Ocean makes you feel small!

My apartment was in Dartmouth across the harbour from Halifax so that was the perfect excuse to take the ferry to get into town - ferries make me happy and the view from the water is always impressive 😍 - after which it was a steep climb to the clock tower and the Citadel National Historic Site. A guided tour had just started which included a rifle demonstration, the noon cannon shot and the usual titbits of historic info, but I was actually quite moved by a reconstruction of the D-day Juno Beach landing by Canadian troops... Walking through the many obstacles the soldiers would have faced (without the mines & being shot at) makes me appreciate even more the courage those men had that day and during the ensuing battle. The Netherlands was liberated mostly by Canadians, for which we will be forever grateful! 

The Art Gallery of Nova Scotia served lighter fare, with amongst others pretty hooked (wall) rugs from Deanne Fitzpatrick depicting local scenes; I have a hooked wall rug myself from Colombia that I love deeply as the various techniques & textures provide a great visual. For who knows the painter Maud Lewis; her entire house was moved and reconstructed inside the art gallery including all original wall paintings and furniture, quite colourful as you can see below. I'm personally not a big fan of her child-like style but apparently her paintings are a hot commodity (I had heard of her as there's many fraud paintings in circulation, not helped by the fact that she used stencils for many recurring motifs and also her husband finished sometimes her paintings).  After a morning of culture, high time for a blissful lunch break along the harbourfront which the city has done really well, with many muskoka chairs & hammocks to hang out in, very inviting!

Last touristy thing before sitting down on a patio for a sun-laden beer & snack dinner, was a visit to the Canadian Museum of Immigration at Pier 21, which was the main entry point of transatlantic immigrants coming to Canada by boat. The exhibits really moved me as much rang true to what happened when I came to Canada 14 years ago; from the despair/disbelief of not being able to find a job without Canadian experience, to the "milk & honey" opportunities that I was given to build a new career, buy property and make great & diverse friends, and the pride I felt when I became a Canadian citizen; this is the only country I have never felt like a stranger and that's very meaningful to me.  All in all, an amazing day in Halifax!

The next day I drove further east along the south shore and did a couple of hikes; the Salt Marsh Trail uses an abandoned railway track that was built over a causeway across the marsh entrance, so you're walking with water on both sides. On Google Maps it appears the trail goes over water which confused me but is actually true! 😁

The second was a loop hike at Taylor Head provincial park further east, which has stunning coastline on the west side (the other side was quite boring though looking onto a lagoon). Turned out that the waterproof spraying of my hiking shoes did not work so got wet feet from walking through the bog 😒. At one of the coves, I clearly upset a sandpiper couple presumably with kids nearby, as they made a racket of noise flying low over me while I tried to walk on as fast as possible while keeping my hands over my head in case they would attack... 

I decided to skip famous Cape Breton on this trip as I had already been there many years ago (and was not a huge fan despite it being pretty) so instead I beelined across the peninsula to Pictou on the east shore. For at least 40km, there was literally nothing else than a wall of trees (apart from 4 unpaved side roads) which coming from Europe still feels like a miracle to me after all this time. I realised later that the reason why the trees seemed to be more prevalent on this road is that there was no clear-cut on the sides, whereas typically 5-15 meters is cleared on each side of the highways to better see moose/deer before they cross, and increasingly more important, to act as a wildfire break. 

Having checked into the motel quite early, I picked up a salad from the grocery store and sat at the Waterside Beach provincial park for a few hours; my very first beach on this trip! Later on, I walked through the village of Pictou which looked cute but dead. At the end of the third week, I'm ready to drive up north again through New Brunswick!

Wildlife: 21+ harbour seals, 3 gray seals, 1 black bear, 4 deer & 1 green snake (all at Kejimkujik), 1 black snake and 2 sand pipers at Taylor Head

SUPs: none

Hikes: one at Kejimkujik, one Salt Marsh Trail, one at Taylor PP.

Distance driven this week:  1373km

[i-did-not-mean-to]

The Diary of Jane Doe - Part III

On the subject of the bookseller & of Chibi-villains...

@melkors-big-tits...please stop enabling me. There's another two chapters written already 🤣🤣

-> Part II

Words: 1,4k

Warnings: Nudity, a fire, tiny villains, and skipping work

October 20th - Part I

Jane – queen of mediocrity – felt that a monumental change had taken place as soon as she woke up with a prodigiously massive headache.

Tumbling out of bed, disoriented, she shook her head carefully to dispel the auditory hallucinations of a cat rummaging through her living room. She had no cat; she had never had any kind of pet other than the hamster that had died on her 15th birthday.

Upon attempting to grab a fresh pair of knickers though, she had to stifle a sharp cry – it came out as a whistling, pathetic whine instead – when her eyes fell on the curled-up creature sighing happily in his slumber. It was only then that she fully remembered just what egregious malarky she had gotten up to the previous night.

She also recalled that Melkor – the unusual and potentially lethal entity who had answered her call – didn’t like being left alone and, as she was not ready to take a literal demon into the shower with her, she decided to simply let him sleep a little longer while she tried to wash away the stench of her nightly overindulgence.

Her wound stung viciously and – for the first time in her life – Jane decided that she would call into work sickeven though her health was, as of now, impeccable if one did not take into account her bruised and bloodied finger.

So, my girl, she spoke to herself gravely as she stood under the warm spray, you have bought a book from a strange grey-eyed, long-haired, pointy-eared weirdo because you were desperate and lonely and then you have woefully bungled the summoning spell, effectively not only pulling an unknown individual into your world but also shrinking said being to a truly unimpressive size.

So far, so good. Nothing that could not be reversed…even though she had no idea where Melkor had come from and hence did not know into which hole to cram him to be rid of him again.

Moreover, he had literally threatened her with a “good” time.

The water was running cold by now and – despite her feeling much restored by the healing lukewarm shower – she could not help still imagining that she heard crashing and tearing noises and a soft whooshing akin to the whispering of a small fire.

Alarmed, she sprang out of the shower – nearly hitting her head against the doorframe when she slipped on the wet tiles - and ran back to her room.

Something warm and furry slapped into her face and she stumbled back in confusion.

It took a moment for her to pry off this new threat and Jane was horrified to discover that it was a small, exceedingly cute-looking bat staring up at her with a comically angry expression on its sweet, little face.

“Thuri, that’s our host, leave her be…” Melkor called and then grinned cockily at Jane, his black, sharp smile infuriatingly triumphant. “My forces have arrived!”

There was evident pride in his voice and demeanour and Jane didn’t have the heart – nor the time – to comment on the fact that his forces were but three other entities, all of them just as small as he was himself. 

The lack of opportunity was mainly due to the fact that her duvet was on fire.

With three leaping steps, she was beside her bed and wrung out her dripping hair over the small, merrily dancing flame which sizzled out immediately.

“Hey,” someone called, and she looked down on an animated porcelain doll; this one at least was dressed in some finely woven coat over intricately embroidered leggings and a stunning tunic.

“Do not drop Thuri,” Melkor urged and so reminded Jane of the fact that she was still holding the feral creature that had flown into her face in the most literal of senses.

Carefully, she set the strange bat down beside the doll and the wet, singed spot in her favourite duvet.

"How do I get rid of you?” she cried out in exasperation; having one not-devil to look after was curse enough, she – who had ever shirked any real responsibility – did not feel ready to cater to two person-shaped abominations, one miniature bat, and something that looked like a truly unfortunately-shaped lizard.

“You cannot,” Melkor smirked, “you have signed in your blood. You’ve summoned me, you’ve made your demands, I have offered you a solution, and you have not denied me. We are – for better or for worse, and let’s be honest, it will be “worse” – your creatures now.”

“Why don’t you go back to whence you’ve come?” Jane asked, her pale fingers cramping in the scratchy fabric of her too-short and too-narrow bath towel; there was enough nudity in this room without her baring herself by accident.

“I’ve been naked and alone for too long. You cannot even fathom how bad it was,” Melkor replied in a hollow voice that sounded painfully honest; Jane was not sure if he was trying to manipulate her by tugging on her heartstrings, but his words did give her pause. “Let me help you and redeem myself. Mairon here is a devil – excuse the use of this highly incorrect term – when it comes to plans and both Thuri and Gotty are loyal and hard-working.”

Gotty, Jane surmised, had to be the reptilian monstrosity with the horns and the glittering scales. 

“Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, at your service,” the self-same creature purred in a low, gravelly voice. “What can we do for you?”

“Nothing,” Jane expostulated. “I yearned for a more interesting life, not to be haunted by unholy demons who set my flat afire and steal my underwear. I don’t even own plants because I am unable to take care of anything.”

“Well,” Gothmog – Lord of Balrogs, whatever those were – smiled in what Jane surmised was meant to be an expression of optimistic encouragement; she could not be entirely sure because his mouth was but a dark slash full of sharp-looking teeth, but he seemed to at least attempt a friendly grin. “We’re all dead already – don’t worry, it’s a very long story – but you cannot possibly kill us.”

“Also,” the bat added slyly, “we will let you know if we need anything. You see any relationship of service is a two-way street; you take care of us, and we take care of you.”

Jane frowned. “Are you like genies? Aren’t those supposed to be under my command?”

“Lady,” Melkor interrupted harshly, “stop comparing us to your strange chimaeras. We are what we are and nothing else.”

“Under your command?” the doll screeched, his golden-amber eyes flashing with an immense fury that far exceeded the scale of his tiny, fragile body.

“Thuri is right,” Gothmog cut in calmly, “even if we are here to serve you, there’s always a price to be paid and – most importantly – we are faithful creatures only if we’re treated respectfully.”

“Who taught you that?” Jane mumbled, shuffling behind her open wardrobe door to slip into her clothes without wearing any underwear as she didn’t want to disturb Melkor on his throne of lace.

“He did,” Mairon declared proudly and nodded into Melkor’s direction. 

Makes sense, Jane thought miserably as she felt her breasts sag unattractively beneath the beige blouse sticking uncomfortably to her still-wet skin; while she was not sure how she had summoned Melkor – the spilt wax must have changed the telephone extension so to say – she was entirely convinced that she had never called for a haunted doll, a smoking lizard, and a mouthy bat. Hence, it was safe to assume that those three had made their way through whatever portal she had created willingly to retrieve or even rescue their friend.

Resignation flooded her and – mingling with the fatigue and confusion – turned her mind into a muddy brown swamp; the colour was so comfortingly dull and familiar that Jane felt grounded once more.

“Off to the mall then,” she sighed, “so I can cater to your every whim. Let me just get a coffee real quick.”

“What is “a coffee”? Can I have some?” Melkor asked charmingly and extended his arms to her.

“Am I going to have to carry all of you around all the time now?” Jane groaned as she picked him up carefully, much to the glaring displeasure of the puppet from hell.

“Na,” Thuri replied, flapping her little wings, and perching on her shoulder, nestled close to the side of Jane’s throat. “You smell really nice.”

Collecting her demons and stuffing them into various pockets, Jane padded over to the kitchenette, wondering frantically if it would be a good idea to give the most excitable and energy-laden demons in the history of the occult coffee.

The longest day of poor Jane's life...

Lots of love from me 💕

-> Part IV

#fanfiction #crack #Mini-Melkor #check out Melkor (the user)'s drawings #Conjuring bad forces #and fumbling it #Worst OC in the world #the silm #the silmarillion #very much not serious

[kithtaehyung]

Omg bts dreams?! I've had a few but only 2 stick out.

1st one, I was going to get my hair done. When I got there, I was sent to a waiting room where BTS was just chilling. I kept my composure and acted like I didn't know them and kept to myself.

Noticed that hobi and yoongi kept looking at me and talking amongst themselves before yoongi goes "hey, so what color do you think I should I get my hair done?"

I looked up to see yoongi staring at me, joon glaring at yoongi and hobi giggling.

I said "uhhhh, I feel like blonde is iconic but I really like your hair black too. What about me? What color should I do mine?"

Yoongi just smiled as hobi playfully slapped his shoulder saying "I TOLD YOU SHE WAS ARMY!"

Jin goes, "Guys Stop it! You shouldn't have done that."

Joon facepalms

Jimin looks back and forth a little confused and giggles

Jk is just jungshook 😳

And taehyung stares, squinting at me, then nodding and mutters. "Purple hair for you."

Then I woke up 🤣🤣😅

LMAO tae is a real one😂 but this is so cute omg?? What a nice dream😭 Also your answer to Yoongi, though NICE

#adorable all of you😭 #mia! #bts dreams #mailbox💌