#edit courtesy of my husband

[cutleta]

#📝 #zero escape #lost my mind reading a paragraph on wiki about participant's sexuality not being relevant to being trapped in death game #when a death game doesn't discriminate 👏 #edit courtesy of my husband

[nolita-fairytale]

don't want to walk alone | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | chapter one: june/july

summary: you and carmy plan a wedding like it's the opening of a new restaurant.

warnings: swearing, eventual smut, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov

wc: 3.4k

listen to: let's get married (bleachers cover) - mitski

a/n: the long awaited wedding FIC!! welcome to part four of the 'make my heart surrender' universe (four part series). this takes place a month after the end of 'still into you' but before the carmy as your baby daddy headcanon series (my carmy masterlist is organized chronologically, if you'd like to read in order). anyways, i truly adore writing for these two and feel it important to note that after watching season 2, i've realized this has just become an animal of its own -- its own universe/timeline/entity which also means there AREN'T any SEASON TWO SPOILERS! this chapter was inspired by a conversation from two months ago between me and @carmensberzattos so courtesy of us, enjoy some healthy relationship-future husband!carmy. also don't worry syd will be starring in the next chapter. i missed her too. lmk if you wanna be added or removed from the taglist.

masterlist | part two

"let's just get married, don't wanna walk alone, so let's get married, 'cause we don't wanna walk alone or runaway." (bleachers, let's get married.)

'I just want to be married to you' are the words uttered (first by you, you think, but maybe he said it first, you really can’t remember) that lead you and Carmy to the decision that you should elope. Sooner rather than later, preferably, is what you both agree on. It’s not like you’re planning on having a big wedding anyways. How much work can a civil ceremony at City Hall and a nice dinner party afterwards be to pull off?

Famous last words. 

You’re not sure how you’ve gotten from there to here, locked in a heated debate over menu edits with your fiance in the middle of your shared apartment when the sun’s just barely come up, but here you are.

“I’m just saying that we should be open minded and leave room for his artistic integrity!” Carmy passionately argues, winding you up as he makes his case. 

“Artistic integrity? Carmy, are you kidding me right now? I-!” you fire back, shaking your head incredulously. “We said we were gonna keep everything chill.”

“It is chill!” he defends, matter-of-factly.

Oh, he’s just looking for a fight.

“There is nothing chill about a parm espuma and it certainly doesn’t belong anywhere near the carbonara!” you scoff, stubbornly. “I mean, the only reason he even brought up the idea of a goddamn espuma in the first place is because he was trying to impress you.”

Carmy’s jaw twitches in response as he grinds his teeth, a display of discomfort at the mere thought.

“He-he was not,” he denies with the kind of conviction of a five year old toddler who's sure as can be.

You shoot him a look. 

“Carmen,” you warn him. 

Sure it’s a silly thing to fight about, but there’s no malice in this argument. It’s all passion, artistry, and for lack of a better term, foreplay. You let out a sigh, softening before you rise out of your chair. 

“Baby, when are you going to admit that you’re kind of a big deal and that people want to impress you?” you level with him, making your way over to your very stubborn and very insistent fiance. You settle down onto his lap, before tucking a stray curl behind his ear as you break, giving the sweetest smile.

He laughs dryly, averting his eyes from you because he’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to stand his ground (especially when you’re looking at him like that). 

You’re right. And he knows you’re right. 

And Carmy’s never been able to resist you for long anyways. 

A fox-like grin spreads across your lips and you know you’ve won the argument when you feel a pair of hands snake around your waist. 

“Don’t push it,” he warns you, seeing the look on your face as he shakes his head, finally returning his eyes to yours. 

You raise an eyebrow, “You like that I push.” 

He nods slowly in surrender, his face softening as he asks you:

“You really want to fight about this?” 

You shake your head with a laugh. 

“No, of course not! Of course, I don’t want to fight about this!” you exhale, sliding your hands over his shoulders to wrap around his neck. “But I do think that your new buddy is trying to impress us and that it may be wise for us to reign him in – clear the air on what it is we’re looking for.” 

A beat. 

“Don’t get me wrong. Of course, we can leave room for creativity… but I don’t want our wedding party to turn into some pretentious fine dining fancy party.”

“Well, we did meet because of some pretentious fine dining fancy thing,” he points out, giving your hip a squeeze. 

You giggle, “How could I forget?”

You shake your head once more, leaning in to press your lips against his. Carmy inhales deeply, enjoying the feel of your lips on his, your arms wrapped around his neck, the weight of your body on his lap. 

You indulge him for a moment, deepening the kiss as you feel your future husband relax against you, because you really are happy that Carmy’s made a new friend. 

Carmy had met a private chef a few months ago and had been trying to hire him for the restaurant for a while now. Wanting to work for himself, the chef had respectfully declined all advances, but he and Carmy had kept in touch, and it looked as if the relationship could potentially extend outside of the four walls of a kitchen. Since you both agreed that no one from the restaurant should work the party, it had been good timing (making a new friend and the fact that he was a private chef) and the right move for Carmy to ask his new friend to cater the wedding.

“Fine,” you resign yourself, pulling away from the kiss. “Derek can keep the liquid nitrogen but that is as far as it goes.”

Carmy shoots you a look – one that says he’s not quite convinced. 

“And I will be more open minded in the spirit of… artistic integrity. But I’m not changing my mind about courses. Family style or bust, baby,” you negotiate, a serious look in your eyes. 

Carmy thinks it over for a moment before finally coming to a resolution. 

“Deal,” Carmy nods with the same intensity as a ‘yes, chef.’

You nod too, completing the agreement. 

“I want it to be real, Carm. I want it to be us,” you reiterate, your voice soft as you make your condition loud and clear. 

“I know,” he returns, just as determined and committed to the idea as he is to you. 

You’re satisfied with the resolution – even more satisfied with the fact that you’ve come to it together. 

“You know…” he starts, something in his voice that you can’t quite make out, unsure if you’re going to like what’s about to come out of his mouth. “... it could be a perfect menu if you just let me-.”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Carmen!” you interrupt, knowing exactly what he was going to say. 

You are so not playing this game today.

“You don’t even know what I was-!”

“Yes, I do! You are not catering your own wedding party,” you protest, adamantly.  

You know him too well. 

He laughs, shaking his head as he leans back against his chair, like he’s in high school again, and you’ve just caught him sneaking back into the house. 

“God, I love you! But sometimes you drive me up the wall, Carm,” you groan out of frustration, eliciting another laugh from his chest as you hang your head, resting your forehead against his shoulder this time.

“Such a control freak,” you sigh, against his chest. 

“Thought you like it when I take control,” he murmurs, beginning to leave kisses across your exposed skin. 

You giggle partially because it tickles, and mostly because of what Carmy’s said. 

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

You lift your head and Carmy kisses you again, this time savoring the way your lips feel against his for a little while longer – just long enough to remind himself that he wants to have the option to sneak away in the middle of your wedding party to have sex much more than he wants cater to be in control all the time. 

Sometimes, he thinks to himself, control is overrated anyways. 

Only sometimes.

“Okay, okay,” he mutters, letting go of the idea. “I’ll get back to Derek about final menu edits and make sure he knows that while we want him to be creative, we also want to keep it… you know….”

“Chill?” you emphasize. 

“Chill,” he confirms.

“Okay. Thank you, baby,” you smile softly, trying your best to enjoy the temporary moment of peace between the two of you. Carm squeezes your hip as you roll your eyes with a sigh, muttering an:

“Oh fuck.” 

“What’s up?”

You shake your head again, laughing incredulously before letting out another sigh. 

“Just wait till we go through this again with the cake.”

“Fuck!” Carmy shouts towards the ceiling, throwing his head back as you laugh. “Why did we say we wanted to plan a wedding again?”

“Well baby, I don’t think either of us can pass up on a chance to create a menu,” you giggle, leaving a few kisses along his jawline before you make your way up to his nose. “Can you imagine if we decided to have a full-on wedding? That’d be a freaking mess.”

He chuckles, “It’d be like opening another restaurant.”

“Yeah, pass,” you hum, so glad to have dodged that bullet.

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By the time you and Carmy are even ready to focus on the cake portion of said wedding-dinner-party it’s a month later. You’ve been through half of the bakeries in the city, you think, and something’s just felt off. You’re practically eating your words, as it dawns on you that you’re having the exact same thought as Carmy: that it could just be perfect if you were able to make it yourself. 

Then again, you remind yourself that a cake is an entirely different thing versus running a dinner service, so it can’t be that unhinged to have these thoughts, right?

But you and Carmy made an agreement, so in solidarity, you decide it’s only fair for you to make like Tammy Wynette and stand by your man. 

You’re grateful for the half day you have today (“Summer Fridays”, as it’s so fondly referred to around your office) – and the fact that you get to work from home. What it means for you is that today you can clock out early and pick up samples from the tenth bakery (okay, so maybe it’s the eleventh but truthfully, you’ve lost count) in the running for your wedding cake. 

You change out of your pajamas for the first time today, throwing on a slip dress and one of Carmy’s crisp, white Ralph Lauren button downs – worn layered and open like a cardigan – before you head to the bakery, and then eventually, The Bear.

The restaurant is closed for the afternoon, as they do a shift change over: some stay and take a break, others go home, let the dinner crew come in and take over. It’s different these days and while some days you miss it – the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, the sounds of an ‘all day’ shouted by the expeditor, the careful dance that is working in a kitchen – you remind yourself that you’re enjoying a half day, and that when you’d chosen to leave, you were ready for a change. 

After entering The Bear, you make small talk with Gary while he finishes turning over the dining room for dinner, catching up over the flag football league he’s recently joined – one, it seems, to be taken very seriously by all participants. You tell him that you’re here with wedding cake samples, and he’s more than eager to give you some space to set up, because who doesn’t love free cake? Mid-sentence, Gary gestures towards a table for you to set up on, as you begin to unpack your large brown paper bag. 

“Well, well. Look who it is,” Marcus calls out, as soon as he sees you. “Heard a rumor you were out here. You brought cake?”

“I brought cake,” you repeat as confirmation, turning to see your dear friend and mentee. “But don’t worry. I’ll be thinking about yours the whole time.”

He snickers, moving in for a hug. 

“‘S Good to see you, Chef. How ya been?” he asks, enveloping you in his arms for a tight squeeze. 

“Good to see you too, Marcus. I’m good. Had a half day today so… you know, we’ve just been busy with wedding stuff. But what’s going on with you? What’s new?” you answer, turning the focus back onto him. 

“Oh you know. The usual. Though, I’ve been workin’ on some new shit for Syd’s new menu when I’m not here,” he answers, a broad smile spreading across his lips as he talks about. 

“Jeez, Brooks. I know, Carm’s got ya busy. When the hell do you ever sleep?” you ask, as you shake your head. 

“I don’t,” he answers plainly. 

And just as you’re about to remind Marcus to get some rest, Sugar comes bursting through the front doors, her rounded belly full on display now that she’s had a chance to tell almost everyone the news of her pregnancy. 

“Hey! Sorry I’m running late,” Sugar says, announcing her arrival. “Got tied up running an errand and then I had to stop at the store for Tums. This baby is killing me with the heartburn these days. Fucking christ.” 

“Oh, no big deal. I haven’t even seen Carmy yet,” you shrug, as she mutters a surprised ‘oh’ and Marcus mumbles something about going to get Carmy. “It’s good to see you!”

“Yo, Carm!” Marcus shouts, heading back to the kitchen while you and Sugar exchange hellos. 

“Awww, it’s good to see you too, sweetie,” she smiles, pulling you in for your second hug of the day. 

This is something you miss about working in the kitchen: the camaraderie, the found-family, all the love. 

“Wow this is… quite the spread,” Sugar mentions, eyeing the cakes you’ve laid out on the table.

“Yeah… they had a lot of ideas, I guess,” you say with a shrug. 

Sugar shoots you an unconvinced look. 

“Okay, fine.  I had a lot of ideas…” you admit guiltily. 

“...aaaand no one is going to do it the way you want it to be done,” Sugar sighs in the middle of your sentence. 

“And they were more than willing to play. I couldn’t help myself!” you finish, defending yourself. 

“Well, your enthusiasm is one of the many things I love about you, but… yeah, this is a lot,” Sugar grins as she gestures towards the overwhelming amount of cake you’ve just laid out on the table. 

Regardless, Sugar really can’t wait to be your sister-in-law. 

“Speaking of… I thought this was just a small wedding. It looks like you’re preparing to feed the entire French Army during Marie Antoinette’s reign.”

“Oh it still is – small,” you answer, simply. “I went a little overboard, didn’t I?”

“Why go through all this trouble? You might as well have a small ceremony instead of-,”

“No!” you protest, hearing another voice say the same thing. 

“Sugar, we’ve already told you that we don’t want to do anything big!” Carmy adds, as soon as he enters the dining room. 

“Hey, babe,” he says, sending you the softest smile as he looks your way.

“Hey you,” you smile in return as he approaches you, giving him a short ‘hello’ peck on the lips. 

“Fak attack!” Fak cries out, as he enters the dining room. “Ooooh cake tasting!”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, as Fak is quickly followed by some of the line cooks that have just wrapped up lunch service. 

It’s then that you hear Tina’s voice, growling something in Spanish as Richie speaks way too loudly about god knows what, as Ebra follows behind, somehow in the middle of a story that has little to do with whatever Tina and Richie are going on about. 

You smile to yourself, because you really do miss this part. 

“I told everyone we were doing a cake tasting,” Carmy starts, gesturing towards the rest of the staff as they join you. “That cool?”

“Totally. We have more than enough to share,”

“That’s true,” Sugar says. "And I can't complain because the baby is reeeeaaally craving cake these days."

As everyone at The Bear crowd around the circular dining table where you set up the cake tasting, you all enjoy bites here and there, comparing notes, sharing reactions to each flavor combo. 

Earl grey & lemon. A classic red velvet. And of course, you had to get a little weird with the black sesame clementine combination you’d dreamed up with the pastry chef you’d been working with. 

“I think my favorite is the black sesame and clementine but I doubt it’s a cake everyone will like. Doesn’t have the crowd appeal we probably should keep in mind,” you murmur to Carmy as the two of you watch his staff go on about the tiramisu-inspired one. 

“Well, babe, it’s our wedding! We can do whatever we want,” he encourages you. 

“I don’t know,” you sigh, paralyzed with indecision. 

“The tiramisu one is good. I’m leaning towards that,” Carmy shares with you, eager to hear your thoughts. 

“Yeah, I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s a little too on the nose?” you reply, unsettled and unsure that any of these are right. 

“Why don’t you guys just let me make it?” Marcus interjects, asking the question he’s been wondering this entire time. 

“I-,” you start, unable to help the fact that your eyes begin to wet with emotion. “Really?” 

He laughs, glancing sideways at you. 

“Uh yeah. I’m a little offended neither of you did in the first place,” Marcus teases the two of you, though you know there’s some truth to it. 

You and Carmy exchange a look that says something along the lines of: ‘oh shit.’

“Well, we didn’t think you’d-,” you stammer, beginning to explain the why behind you and Carmy’s hesitation in the first place.

“We just thought you’d want to- that you should be able to enjoy the party,” Carmy adds, finishing your sentence, his eyes widening as he realizes that you both kinda fucked up. 

“Chefs,” he says, looking from you to Carmy once more, with a seriousness in his voice as he rises to his feet. “It would be my honor. And just because I’m makin’ the cake doesn’t mean I won’t be able to enjoy the party. I can do it in the days leading up to it.”

“Oh-, okay, yes! Yes!” you cry, leaping to your feet this time, as if you’re accepting Carmy’s proposal again. 

Richie rolls his eyes in response, groaning as he mutters something snarky to Fak, as Marcus pulls you into the biggest bear hug. 

“You all are a bunch of saps,” he scoffs, directing this next comment to Marcus this time. “You big softie!”

“Richie!” Sugar hisses, glaring the sharpest daggers from her eyeballs into Richie’s skull. 

“Oh fuck off, Richie,” you snort, with a laugh. “You’re just salty because… wait. Carm, you haven’t asked him yet?”

“Babe, I-,” Carmy whines, his eyes wide. “You just ruined the surprise!”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah ‘fuck’ is right,” he pouts, though he can never stay upset with you for too long. 

“What the fuck are you guys even talking about?” Richie asks, squinting as he looks between the two of you. 

You and Carmy share a knowing look, deciding that now is a better time as ever. 

“We want you to be our witness, Cousin. At the courthouse,” Carmy says, a soft intensity in his eyes as he answers Richie’s question.

“Jesus Christ,” Sugar snarks, with an eye roll as she realizes she’ll be stuck with him at the damn courthouse as well.

“Wh-?” Richie begins to ask, looking from Carmy to you, then back to Carmy again, tears welling up in his eyes as he realizes what Carmy’s just said. “You-? Really?”

“Yeah, of course,” you reply, in a well-duh kind of tone. “Plus you know I can’t get married without my Ava there.”

“And sign the marriage license and everything?” Richie balks, because he really can’t believe it. 

“Yeah,” you reassure him. 

“Yeah. I mean, fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” Richie declares, even more sentimental than Marcus this time. “Shit, Cuz… Hell yeah, I’ll sign the fuck out of that marriage license as your witness.”

Tina snickers, exchanging a look with Sugar, and earning a glare from Richie. He lowers his voice, directing the question towards you this time: 

“Oh and uh… cool if Ava still sings “Love Story?” I kinda promised her she could sing a Taylor Swift song as part of my best man speech and she insists that one is about you and Carmy,” Richie asks, looking around suspiciously, afraid of someone else hearing. 

“Awwww, Richie. Of course,” you coo, only melting inside a little at the thought.

“What?” Richie snaps, realizing that he hasn’t been as discreet as he thought he was. 

Sugar snorts in response, earning a laugh from both Tina and Marcus. 

It’s Marcus’ turn to roll his eyes at Richie this time. 

“What?” Richie repeats, this time with a little more annoyance in his voice. 

Sugar smirks, firing back with a:

“Who’s the big softie now, Rick?”

#carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #comfort and chaos #still into you #make my heart surrender #dont want to walk alone

[izgnanik-a]

CoD ABC's

NSFW 18+ x Reader Edition - Minors DNI!

Masterlist here

Q - Queening (Face-sitting) (John Price x Reader)

Tags: Multiple orgasms, p-in-v mentioned, praise kink, oral fixation

Not beta-read, we die like men 🤷🏽

Prompt: All you had done was wear a low-cut comfy shirt, and your bike shorts because the weather was warming - and you had a handful of Jonathan Price at your feet. He must’ve liked the look more than you thought.

The tight grip that John had on your thighs almost stifled the nerves wound tight in your belly, your pelvis rutting, your dripping cunt lathered over his parted lips.

You could crush this man to death, and he’d lie in complete bliss in his last, dying moments.

When you woke up that morning to warm Spring weather, you took the opportunity to dress nice. You’d been tucked into layers upon layers of clothing, so bringing out your bike shorts and oversized stressed tee’s (courtesy of John’s closet), you didn’t think anything of it.

When he’d come back from his morning run, sweater zipped up, in those compromising sweatpants — he’d nearly forgotten about exhaustion and snatched you up from your place by the counter, making your breakfast.

Now, you were on your knees in the middle of your living room, plush rug beneath your skin, pant-less, and riding your husband-to-be’s face to high Heavens because he demanded it.

His animalistic grunts underneath signaled he was still alive, gasping between thrusts of your pussy in his face, his tongue diving in and out of your wet canal. His hands pressed whitening handprints into your thighs, bruising with just his touch, and he moved to more promising spots.

His hands sculpted up your waist, clasping your ribs, and pressing his thumbs into the bottom of your tits. He surrendered his mouth, left open, and focused solely on running his fingers over your budding nipples.

You tossed your head back, clasping his forearms, and your hips staggered — orgasm breaching. When you stopped moving, gasps racking your body, John’s tongue pursued your quivering cunt.

He grunted, hungrily still, feeling the muscles of your pussy fluttering.

You threw your hand down, grabbing a fist full of his hair to keep him trapped against the floor as you hoisted up to remove him.

His hands aggressively sat you back on his mouth. His mouth uttering against your pussy, “I’m not done with you yet, dove. Not until I’ve had my fill and fucked this perfect pussy on every surface of this room.”

You moaned, thighs quivering as he took more sampling tastes. “John—“ you begged, “Just— give me a second.” You gazed at him between your legs, his lips showing mercy.

His hands drew a path down your sides as he kissed your thighs, biting gently, “You look so good like this, fucked out from just my mouth,” he bit down particularly close to your pussy, the closeness bringing sensitivity to your pelvis. He chuckled at your response. “You look amazing, dove.” His hands suddenly gripped your hips with a ferocity, keeping you from escaping. “Times up.”

Before you could brace for impact, he was devouring your pussy as if he could eat another full course from you. And you divulged in feeding the man until he was fat and content with you.

4/10/23

#cod mw2 #john price mw2 #john price x reader #captain john price #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #Izgnanik-a

[flowerandblood]

ONE YEAR OF FLOWER&BLOOD

✨🎉🌙✨🎉🌙✨🎉🌙✨🎉🌙✨🎉🌙✨🎉🌙

Exactly one year ago I posted my first chapter of the My Best Friend series. Nowadays I think it's something awful and I don't even try to edit it because I'd have to write everything from scratch, but I've left it for people who feel attached to the story. I remember getting about six likes and one comment on the first day and that huuuuge interest made me eager to create chapter 2 and then all the others.

I remember the excitement with which I waited and then replied to comments, not believing that people were actually waiting for the next chapter. At the time I was literally not following anyone, which was good because I wasn't comparing myself to anyone.

Eventually I felt I was ready to try writing other series and a few were successful enough that I decided to stay here permanently and create because it made me happy. Up to that point, everyone had been very kind to me and I started following more and more blogs, wanting to feel part of the fandom, to make friends with everyone. Now I know that was the biggest mistake I made.

Seeing things that didn't interest me, fanfic's whose way of writing couldn't draw me in, I felt frustrated, while at the same time fearing that if I stopped following someone, that person would see it as an affront. At the same time, The Impossible Choice, my biggest project until The Fall from the Heavens (which I'm currently editing and re-editing, while inserting on AO3), began to be written.

Just when I thought I had reached the pinnacle of my abilities (which wasn't true), I also started to clash with anonymous hate messages, probably the worst of which were those vilifying me and my husband, and those regarding my one-shot with Micheal Gavey. I know now that taking it personally and getting involved was my big mistake, and the fandom was shaken by drama that got out of hand.

I was a few steps away from deleting my blog at the time, but my husband talked me out of the idea (thankfully, as my stories aren't saved anywhere else − I'm only now moving them to AO3).

That's when I first realised that some people here I don't even like, and they probably don't like me. I wondered, why are we following each other then? Why are we pretending to have any courtesy? It was only later that I realised that to be considered someone's friend, you have to reblog their work and preferably agree with them even when they write hurtful things.

Since I've depleted my circle of those I follow to about 20 people, since I've blocked dozens of people and tags, there's been blissful silence (with the exceptions of when I write about behaviour in the fandom that I find toxic and someone accuses me of causing drama, but I'm used to it now). I've also never written happier than I do now.

Ideas come to me on their own, I don't feel uptight about what other big people will think of me, whether they reblog it, approve of it or not. I don't give a shit and life is beautiful! Although I can be emotionally unstable, I'm only 70 people short of crossing the next milestone of 3,000 followers, and that's BIG for me. It amuses me that I keep getting messages that someone is going to block me or stop following me, and you guys keep coming. It's gratifying.

I'm going to keep writing for you guys, and I'm sure during season two you'll also see my posts describing my impressions after the episodes in which I hope to involve my husband. I'll also keep you updated here on how I'm doing with my book I'm creating in my private life.

Apreciation

@ewanmitchellcrumbs

Ange. I know that sometimes I'm fucked up, but I want you to know that you've made this place so much more bearable for me that I can't imagine it without you. What I appreciate most about you is that you can talk and discuss, that you always try to understand the other side, that you are empathetic, warm and kind. I feel that, like friends in everyday life, we can also tell each other about things we disagree about, and there are not many people like that here.

On top of that, you are very talented and your stories are always a pleasure to read, even when they are short, you are able to build the plot and atmosphere perfectly, something I have always admired. Thank you for every kind word and understanding.

I still remember your first message to me via ask, referring to the fact that I didn't want to write a pairing with a mermaid because someone else was writing about it at the same time. My heart melted then, it was so nice!

@targaryenrealnessdarling

Liz, Queen of Angst! Your calmness and composure puts me in awe. You're disgustingly talented when it comes to writing and you have a super-sweet personality. When you started following me I began to squirm with delight, and when you started reblogging my stuff? My goodness!!!

@persephonerinyes

You've been engaging and reblogging my stories for as long as I can remember. Always involved, your thoughts make me smile. Thank you for being with me for so long!

@zenka96

You've been here with me since the dawn of time. You know that I love you. Your support from the very beginning really makes me feel like I have a friend here.

@huramuna

I am so proud of you! I remember your asks when I wrote Glass Cuts Deepest, your illustrations for me and your uncertainty about whether you should start writing yourself. I'm so happy for you and that you are so successful! You deserved it.

@black-dread & @aegonx

You are my favourite gif makers. Your work always leaves me in awe, you are amazing! I know how much work you put into it and somehow you make even the worst lit scenes look wonderful!

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[azukisoul]

Translation of HijiGin manga/dj: "We Got Married" by 新飯田 (pixiv) [non-h]

Domestic married shenanigans. Comedy. Like, comedy. I swear this artist is secretly Sorachi.

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Downloadable translation on Google Docs

Translation

[page 1] H: Hey. Their first meeting was terrible.

[page 2] Whenever they see each other, they would always fight. But as time passed, they forged a strong bond. Their feelings towards each other started to change, and now, the two of them… …have gotten married. *DING DONG~* Don't think too much about it.

[page 3] (We Got Married)

[page 4] (Morning Routine) Zzz… Krrr…. Zzz… *tick* *Rrrring—* *SMASH* Zzz… zzz….

[page 5] *slides* S: Good morning… H: How many times have I told you!? Stop destroying our alarm clocks! G: Huh!? Like I care! Anyway, you're always so noisy every morning! S: Good morning, Kagura-chan. G: Don't use alarm clocks, then! Wake up on your own!! K: Yeah. Morning. H: Well, thanks to a certain someone's noisy ass snoring I keep not getting enough sleep!! G: What'd'ya say!? My snoring is not that loud! S: Good morning, Sadaharu. Sa: Woof. H: You snore so fucking loud, you know! Also I have sleep apnea! G: Wait, really!? S: Hijikata-san, time's running out. It's almost eight. H: Hey! Don't you have anything I can eat right away!? G: Shuddup! I'm making it right now!

[page 6] *clunk* G: Here.

H: …Hey… What is this… G: Huh? H: I told you before, I… G: What are you saying? Hurry up and eat. H: I told you I only eat rice for breakfast!! G: Huh? I didn't know that. H: Don't we have rice!? G: Stop nagging for rice. I forgot to cook some. G: Come on, just quickly eat that and go. Go eat rice or whatever you want with some girl who fell down from the sky. H: Don't justify this by saying it's fine because Ghi*li characters eat it!!

[page 7] *flip* H: Ah, dammit! There's no time left! *slides* G: Wait! You forgot something, hey!! H: Huh!? *grabs* *SMOOOOOOOOCH* G: Have a safe trip!!! H: See you when I get back!!! *rattles* *slam* S: When'll they stop doing this every morning? K: I know, uh-uh.

[page 8] (Husbands' Quarrel) G: I don't give a shit about you anymore! I'll be going back home!! H: Don't say anything and go then!! It's easier that way!! *SLAM* *SLIDES* G: This is my home though!! H: Oh!! You're right!!

[page 9] (Always Saying This or That) Y: Huff… huff… huff… *whoosh* *whoosh* Y: Huff… huff… huff… G: Are you always doing that? Y: Aaaahh! B-Boss!? Y: Why are you here!? G: I'm just delivering something, that's it. Y: Huh?

[page 10] G: Here. G: That damn Hijikata ran off without it this morning. Seems like it's something important? Y: This is… yeah, it's an important document! Y: But the vice chief is in a meeting right now… G: It's fine. Just pass it to him later. G: Gin-san went all this way to deliver it, so tell him he should be grateful. Y: Ah… Boss, hold on! Y: Wanna come with me for a bit?

[page 11] G: It's sho good!! Sho damn good!! *munch munch munch* Y: We got it as a gift and had leftovers… G: Sho good!!! Y: I'm glad you like it. G: Man, you guys sure have it good. Getting good food and high pay… Y: W-Well… It's really not as good as you think… Y: Our job is just that rough, so… G: Speaking of job, G: he's been coming home late recently, is he busy? Y: Huh? Ah… Vice chief duties have indeed been particularly busy lately. G: Hmmm… I see. *sips*

[page 12] Y: It's kind of… still a little bit hard to believe. G: What is? Y: Your marriage. Y: Never in my dreams had I thought that the vice chief and Yorozuya's boss would be bound together in that way… Y: Ah, but I don't think it's weird or anything! Y: I really sincerely wish you two the best… G: I get what you're trying to say. G: Well, I never thought things would turn out like this, either. Y: But, really. When you told us you were getting married, I was so surprised.

[page 13] H: We have… H: …decided to get married.

Y/K/O: HUHHHHHHHHHH!?

[page 14] Y: W-What do you mean!? K: Huh? What? Married…!? O: Are you saying this while understanding what's between both of your legs? H: I know what you're trying to say. H: It's true that we're both men. H: What I'm saying is, I want to be with him so much that stuff like that doesn't matter to me. K: To-Toshi… Are you serious…? H: Yeah. K: You're really getting married? H: Yeah. K: With the Yorozuya? H: Yeah. K: You're fine marrying him!? H: Yeah. K: Yorozuya… you're also fine with this? G: Sure, I'm fine, whatever. K: … *smack!*

[page 15] K: I understand. K: If you're saying this now, I'm sure you've properly given it a lot of thought and consideration. K: We're not in the place to tell you anything. K: Toshi… Be happy. H: Kondou-san…! H: Thank you… H: Thank you…! G: *yawns*

[page 16] Y: … Y: It's been half a year since then, huh… Y: Honestly, Boss, I thought that even though you married him, you don't really care for the vice chief that much, but… Y: That's actually not the case, huh? G: Huh!? G: I don't feel anything for him! I only think of him as my ATM, okay!? Y: Naaah, even if you're always saying this or that, Y: you're always concerned about him and worry about him, right? Y: I thought, I guess you really do love him. G: Lo-…!? G: It's not…

[page 17] G: It's nothing like that at all… H: Hrrrgghackh!? Ha: Vice chieeef!? What happened!? Ha: The vice chief suddenly coughed out blood!! H: Just now… I received signals of Gintoki's love… *faints* K: Toshiiiiiiiiii!!!! G: Sometimes I regret it, though. Y: … K: Pull yourself togetheeeer!!

[page 18] (Wedding Ring) Y: By the way, you two don't wear wedding rings? H: I bought a pair, but my job is like this, so. H: Better if I don't wear it. It'd be bad if I lose it. G: I-I also… put away mine… uh-uh… G: Somewhere. H: Hey, did you lose your ring!? H: No wait, it's you we're talking about. You pawned it off, didn't you!! G: I’m not that awful of a person, okay!! I can find it if I look!! Probably!!

[page 19] (Demon Wife) M: Alriiiight! I'm treating all of you today, M: so go ahead and order anything you want! ♀1: Ahh, Toshi-san, you haven't been coming here, so I've been missing you! ♀2: Me too! ♀2: Come on, drink up ♡ H: Nah… I'm good… O: Hijikata-san, what's wrong? You're sweating bullets. H: I mean, I should be sweating if I'm at a place like this. H: Even though I'm here because the old man forced me to, H: if he finds out, I'm screwed… O: Yeah… You're right.

[page 20] K: Tosshi is late tonight, uh-uh. S: He's probably busy working again. G: Yeah, probably. *chime* G: Who is it? (A phone Hijikata makes him carry ->) *flip*

[page 21] H: Nothing happened and I was there as a part of work, so I should just act like usual, right… H: I'm home… G: Welcome back! *peeks* *ah!* G: You're home late. H: A-Ah, it's because of work, y'know… G: Hmmm… I see. G: Hijikata-kun, you're tired from work, so… G: Do you want dinner? G: Or a bath? G: Or… G: A bloodshed?

[page 22] *step step step step* H: Heeeeyy!! What's this all of a sudden! Why are you so clearly trying to kill me!? *step step step step* G: It's no use playing dumb!! Okita-kun contacted me earlier…

[page 23] G: …and sent me this picture! *bam* (From: Okita. Subject: Having fun) H: Sougooooooooooo! G: How was it!? How was the alcohol poured by pretty ladies, hm!!? G: It definitely tasted good, huh!? Man, I'm so jealous, you bastard!! H: That's what you're jealous about!? H: The old man forced me to come with him! H: He's my superior, so I had no choice, okay!? G: Well, I guess there's no choice if it's a superior… G: Looking at it again, you clearly looked like you hated it anywa…

[page 24] G: You didn't hate it at aaaaaall!! *GRRAAAHHHH* H: It's not that! It's because I was drunk! H: I wasn't enjoying it at all! G: …Then… G: You should've at least contacted me beforehand!!! *whoop* *rattle* H: Alright, then I'm sorry for not contacting you!! H: My bad!! *clink* *clang*

[page 25] H: Ah!! H: Heey! Help me convince him!! *PUNCH* H: Why is no one in this house on my side!? S: That's not the case at all. *pat* H: Glasses…! S: As long as you keep putting your money into Yorozuya, I'll be on your side. G: Alright. Good job, you two. S: Um, Gin-san… To the point of telling us not to be on his side, isn't that too much… G: It's fine. He should have this much done to him.

[page 26] (Wife-Bragging) G: Here. H: Huh? H: …. G: Come on, hurry up and take it.

[page 27] H: Wait, wait, wait! H: What are you doing here!? G: What'd'ya mean, "what"? I'm making lunch. H: Lunch…? What happened to our usual lunch lady? G: Ah, about that… G: Seems like all the old ladies at the barracks had a cold all at once, so I was asked to make lunch G: by the gorilla. H: If that's the case, you should've told me that this morning… ♂: Boss! ♂1: The lunch was absolutely delicious! ♂2: Thanks for the meal! G: Sure. H: ….

[page 28] Ha: Yorozuya's boss is amazing, huh. Y: Why suddenly say that? Ha: I mean, not only that he can be said as the strongest when it comes to swordsmanship, Ha: but he's even also good at cooking. Ha: Isn't he perfect? Ha: To add to that… Ha: When you get a good look at him, he's also quite good looking, right? Ha: Although I don't swing that way. Y: I totally get that! Y: Ah, this miso soup is good. *sips* *SLAM*

[page 29] Ha/Y: Vice chieeeeef! *sits* Ha/Y: Shit, here comes the hassle-maker! H: Huh? This tastes different than how he usually makes it. Y: O-Oh, really… Ha/Y: He's trying to brag about how he eats his cooking all the time! H: Usually it goes down the throat easier. H: Today, it's like, thicker, or like, saltier… *CRASH* G: Don't eat it if you're going to complain about it!! Ha/Y: He has a point. Y: V-Vice chief, are you alright? H: No big deal. H: It's always like this, you see. It's his way of showing affection, you see. Ha/Y: He's still saying that.

[page 30] Ha: I guess the vice chief is the one being lead by the nose, huh? Y: He's walking all over the vice chief, huh? Y: Hm!? *hides* Ha: What's wrong? Y: It's the boss. Y: He's coming into the vice chief's room. Y: Is the boss going to yell at him again? Heh heh. H: Gintoki! G: Hey. ….

[page 31] H: ! H: What's wrong? G: …Something we don't usually do… H: Huh? G: Usually, there's Shinpachi and the others, or you'd be away at work, so… G: …I tried doing it. H: I see. H: You're right. Ha/Y: The ending is pretty wholesome, thoooough!!!!!? (end)

[page 32] I released this book in 2015, but I came up with this concept 8 years ago… (I drew it on my drawing blog) The wife who would become Shiroyasha in fights. Hijikata-kun, who in fact wasn't enjoying his time with the girls, but was actually bragging about his wife. H: My wife… H: Then, he's like… Thank you to everyone who has read this book!

#gintama #gintama translations #hijigin #hijikata toushirou #sakata gintoki #gintoki x hijikata #ginhiji #ghg translations

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince pt. 2

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, violence, profanity

Part 1: Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince

What happened so far: You are a low-ranked noblewoman who is the personal handmaid of Princess Helaena and her twin children. Her brother-husband, Prince Aegon, attempted to assault you but you cut his face and escaped for which you thought Prince Aemond, his younger brother whom you've became close with, punish you for. In truth, Aemond protected you, knowing his brother was a degenerate and feeling like he did for you.

Edit: I didn't proofread before posting but I noticed now there are so many mistakes it hurts my eyes lol. I just changed some grammatical and stylistical errors, that's it.

HOTD AND GOT MASTERLIST

* * *

It been almost a moon’s turn since what happened between Prince Aegon and yourself. He dare not bother you again although he sent a venomous glare towards you each time you were in his presence. Princess Helaena was still oblivious to what happened and she was probably never to know. Prince Aemond, on the other hand, was spending more and more time with you. You often talked whilst you looked after the twins before what had happened on their nameday but for some reason this experience brought the two of you even closer.

Aemond would invite you to dine with him and his sister and escort you to your chambers almost every evening. Although you were Princess Helaena’s handmaiden, it was not unseemly for you to spend time together as long as you were not alone. Despite your low status, you were still considered a noblewoman.

On your nameday, Prince Aemond had a necklace made for you. One of white gold and rubies from the mines of the Hills of Norvos. You refused to accept it but he would not allow it. Prince Aemond put the necklace around your neck, his fingertips softly brushing against your skin. You hardly wore any other jewellery since.

One day, you were spending your free afternoon in Prince Aemond’s company, sitting in the terrace overlooking King’s Landing. There were lemon cakes brought and sherbet although you had lost all appetite when an envoy brought a letter for you.

“A letter from your lord father, my lady,” said the messenger and offered you a sealed scroll of parchment. You stood up and accepted the letter before breaking the wax seal. A silent gasp caught in the back of your throat as you read your father’s words. Your cheeks turned pale although you knew this day was going to come.

“What is it, my lady?” asked Prince Aemond and stood up as well, stoic as ever. You turned away as blood rushed to your cheeks and a gasp shivered on your lips.

“I…” you cleared your throat, “I am to return home. I am to be married to Lord Frey’s cousin after his forty-second name day.” You had not even noticed but your hands were shaking as you held the scroll. Prince Aemond felt a sharp pain in his chest as if someone had plunged a dagger through his lungs but he would not show it. Only his eyebrows formed a deep frown and his lips pursed in a tight line.

“You will do no such thing,” said Prince Aemond and took the letter from your hands. He made his way past you with confidence so certain it reassured you for a moment but you could not find a way around this marriage. It was your duty to marry. This was something both you and Aemond understood. It was the way of the world and a match with a Frey was an offer better than your family could ever hope for. Nevertheless, your eyes welled up with tears as you sat down, wishing you had a dragon yourself. You would fly away where you would no longer be a servant, nor a slave to any man’s whim.

* * *

Prince Aemond squeezed the letter so tightly in his hand that it became nothing but a small ball of unintelligible parchment. He marched to his lady mother’s chambers where he found Sir Criston Cole in front of her door.

“Ask my mother to see me, Ser Criston” commanded Prince Aemond without a courtesy shown. Ser Criston nodded and knocked on the door before passing Queen Alicent her son’s request.

“She will see you now, my prince,” said Ser Criston and stepped aside, closing the door behind Prince Aemond. The thought of another man touching you made Aemond’s hands shake with anger. As if it were not enough that his own brother nearly assaulted you, now a marriage to some old Frey cunt.

“Hello, my son,” said Queen Alicent with a warm smile and kissed her son’s cheek. He had always been her favourite child although she would never admit it. Aegon behaved as if he were not her blood at all whilst no matter how hard she tried, Alicent could never truly understand Helaena.

Prince Aemond usually responded with a kiss in turn but not this time. His face was as hard and unmoving as marble as he stared down at his mother.

“Aemond, what is it?” asked the Queen, her own brows furrowing into a frown. She knew something was the matter but her only hope was that it was not yet again something to do with Aegon.

“I wish to marry, mother,” said Prince Aemond unreluctantly. Queen Alicent’s frown softened and a small smile curved on her lips. She was relieved but only for a moment.

“Really? Well, that is joyous news, why the—”

“I wish to marry Lady Y/N of House H/N. She is Helaena’s handmaid,” announced Aemond unyieldingly. His lady mother paused, the frown returning to her face as well as her lips parting.

“Aemond, it is not fitting that you marry a girl—”

“I do not care about her wealth or her family’s power. We are the Targaryens – we have wealth and power. If is on the account of her blood you worry, mother, her lineage traces back to House Celtigar. You should well remember they were one of the three noble houses that survived the Doom of Valyria.”

“But Aemond,” began Queen Alicent yet her son cut her off once again.

“She is to marry Lord Frey’s distant cousin, Wyr Frey. Find a new match for him; someone he cannot refuse, but give Y/N to me, mother.”

“Aemond…” said Queen Alicent gently as she took his arms, ready to sway him from the decision.   

“I've given everything to this family. I've protected you, always, I've protected Helaena and I've protected Aegon even when I shouldn't have but you asked me to. 

“I've never asked for anything even when my eye was taken from me," said Aemond his steady, uniform voice growing darker with each word. Queen Alicent stared at him, her eyes big and watery. The corners of her brows angled upwards as a great sadness filled her chest because she knew Aemond was right.

“But I do ask for this, mother. I am asking for Y/N. Give her to me.”

“Very well,” eventually nodded Queen Alicent, “You may wed. I'll make all the necessary preparations and find a different match for Lord Wyr Frey.”

Prince Aemond studied his lady mother but when he was certain she was speaking honest, he thanked her.

“Thank you,” Aemond kissed his mother’s cheek. But before he could leave Queen Alicent’s chambers to find his betrothed, she spoke once more.

“This girl,” said the Queen, “She is the reason for the ever-increasing abyss between you and your brother, is she not?”

Aemond stopped on his tracks at the sound of his mother’s wary voice. The flame of his deep, unending anger blazed alive once again.

“Aegon tried to rape her, mother,” said Aemond with a voice as sharp as Valyrian steel when he turned around. “And he would have succeeded if she had not fought back, did Aegon tell you that?”

Aemond walked towards Queen Alicent menacingly. Her lips parted and her eyes widened in horror. “If he were not my brother and an heir to the throne, I would have hung him by his heels from the city gates, stripped naked and with his cock in his mouth,” said Prince Aemond, his face but inches from his mother’s. His black pupils dilated so much they nearly obliterated the blue-purple of his iris. His jaw was clenched and his lips pursed thinly.

Queen Alicent loved Aemond but that was the first time she was frightened of him. She swallowed and nodded lightly, unable to say a word as she looked away from her son.

“You may tell Lady Y/N you are to be married," Queen Alicent spoke quietly, "And Aemond," she called her son's name again. Prince Aemond turned around once again as he was about to leave his mother's chambers. "You have my word Aegon will not touch her ever again,” said Queen Alicent as she sat at her writing desk. A glimpse of a smirk hid in the corner of Aemond’s lips.

“I do not need your word, sweet mother,” said Aemond, locking his arms behind his back. “Aegon knows that should he ever even look at my future lady wife again, I will have his favourite body part and feed it to my dragon.”

* * *

It was nearly dusk but you were still in the gardens of the Red Keep. A cold breeze came from the sea that made you shiver. Although your lord father asked you to return home in his letter, you would not truly be going home but to yet another prison. Even as but a handmaiden, you liked it in King’s Landing. The children have grown on you and so did their mother, Princess Helaena. But most of all, your heart belonged to Prince Aemond. It made your insides twist into a hundred knots at the thought of having to leave his side. Just being in his service, stealing small moments from his life made your own a thousand times better.

It was time for the children to have their dinner and get ready for bed although you were already late. You were about to go inside but as you turned around to leave, you came face to face with Prince Aemond and froze. He must have been there for a while now but he did not say a word. You supressed a gasp when you saw him, your heart jumping to your throat.

You bowed gracefully. “Forgive me I’m late,” you spoke quietly, “I was distracted by my thoughts. Princess Helaena must need me.” You bowed once again and made your way towards the gate but as you passed by Prince Aemond, he caught your elbow gently. You stopped and looked up. His face was so close to yours that you could smell the fragrance of his skin. Amber and sandalwood teased your nostrils as your lips parted. His eye glistened as he stared at you.

“You’re no longer my sister’s handmaiden, Lady Y/N,” said Prince Aemond quietly. “You are to be wed.”

“I know,” you nodded to yourself, pushing back the tears that threatened into your eyes as you looked away.

“I’ve spoken to my lady mother,” continued Prince Aemond. “I am to be wed as well.” Your gaze snapped to Prince Aemond as your heart broke in two. It was one thing to get married yourself but having to see him with another woman, made you feel light-headed.

“Congratulations,” you managed but your voice cracked and tears filled your eyes. You pulled away from Prince Aemond but he caught your hand once more.

“Don’t you want to know to whom?” he asked softly, his thumb caressing over your knuckles. For a moment, you thought Prince Aemond was torturing you on purpose asking these questions.

“To whom, my prince?” you asked with no choice. You avoided his gaze for dear life as the sky over King's Landing darkened and the Red Keep shone bright with candles in every room.

“To you, my lady,” said Prince Aemond. You looked up into his eye, your chest knocked out of air as your lips parted. “I’ve spoken to Queen Alicent. Wyr Frey will marry the Arryn girl and you will be wed to me, my lady.”

Prince Aemond awaited your reaction, a small part of him even afraid you might deem him a lesser match to Lord Frey. The ladies of the court would often gasp or turn away when they saw Prince Aemond and his scar.

“But… but h-how?” you stuttered and could not keep your tears back any longer. They slipped down your cheeks like silent waterfalls. “I’m… My family… I… I’m not good enough,” you whispered and shook your head.

“You’re the best there is, Lady Y/N,” said Prince Aemond and propped up your chin.

“Please do not jest with me,” you cried and stepped away, letting go of Aemond’s hand. His lips parted but he would not let you go this easily. He hurried after you and caught your arm, trapping you against the red stone of the castle.

Aemond was breathing heavily as he cupped your cheeks, his presence making your knees turn soft. “I would never jest like this with you, Y/N," said Prince Aemond, his sharp glare locking with your eyes.

“But why… Why would Queen Alicent agree to this?” you could not help but ask, your voice weak and pain-ridden as you shook your head.

“Because I asked her to,” said Prince Aemond darkly. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against your cheek. Goose bumps rose on your arms and legs as you felt his breath against your lips. You could not hold back any longer. You stepped on the tips of your toes and kissed him with every last being in you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and final tears slipped down your cheeks. Aemond deepened the kiss further and further, his arms around your waist, until you needed to reach for air. Then his forehead leaned against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“Do you accept?” spoke Prince Aemond, his voice hoarse but quiet, yet he needed to make sure. You opened your eyes and could only nod, too stunned for words.

“Say it, Y/N,” demanded Aemond and caressed your cheek. “Say it…”

“I accept,” you breathed. “I want to marry you, Aemond,” you said as your cheeks flushed bright red but it was too dark to see. The corner of his lips turned into a smile as he leaned back in.

“Good,” purred Aemond and found your lips once again, his hand beneath your cheek.

#game of thrones #got #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfiction #hotd fanfic #imagine #hotd

[asgoodeasgold]

The loveliness that are Matthew and his wife Sophie together at The Duke première (following a seven-month separation while he was filming The Offer in LA). Too adorable. And aren't they gorgeous. I have changed the background to aquamarine, I think it suits them beautifully.

And here are some gifs of the event. It's lovely to see Anna and Matthew interacting and having fun. A sweet reunion, particulary since Anna had lost her husband Roger Michell, the director of the film, a few months back 😢. A beautiful film and legacy.

Anna and Matthew go back a long way, here having fun on the set of Death Comes to Pemberley (with our old friend Matthew Rhys and James Norton)

📷 Death Comes to Pemberley (2013) BTS courtesy of matthew-goode.net

📷 Collage: my edit from Just Jared stills of The Duke première (Jan 2022)

📷 Gifs: my gifs from Titanium Magazine / Getty Images footage (see link below) - I don't own the copyrights.

Link to footage:

[Matthew is at the start and from 6:06]

#matthew goode #matthewgoode #anna maxwell martin #sophie dymoke #the duke

[adelheidvonschicksal]

sorry about that ask, i'm so incredibly excited i'm shaking and i had to turn off my video i was listening to because i couldn't concentrate! anyway, i'd like to request JJK with megumi!/older-half sister who he only meets because she's getting engaged forcibly to naoya, i want him lusting at first sight and angstily pining a bit and them fucking in the her marital bed before the wedding while naoya off at his bachelor party or w/e. with creampie and the reader initiating the sex! is this okay?

Title: My Empire of Dirt

Pairing: Bro! Megumi x Sis! Reader; ft. Naoya x Niece(?)Reader; the family tree is a wreathe.

Content Warning: Graphic Incest (Half-sibling); angst; maladaptive coping; manipulation; smut; dubious consent; physical abuse; mentions of arranged marriage, breeding mentions; mentions of forced impregnation (no pregnancy);

Summary: In which, the Zen'in princess finds herself wanting to get even with not only the man forcing her into a marriage she doesn't want but also the family that abandoned her. It doesn't feel as good as she expected.

Notes: BTW! I loved the enthusiasm of this request xD I tried to fit as much in as possible. I had to re-write so often that I'm sure I missed something during editing.

It’s beginning to dawn on you that you may not be as good of a person as you’ve always thought of yourself. You try your best not to be a burden and to help where you can; you’ve left more bowls of milk out for the strays than you can count. When you compare that to the other members of your hedonistic bastard family then it’s easy to see how you managed to fool yourself into believing that you weren’t that bad.

Certainly, you aren’t as bad as your father, who left you behind at a young age. He knew. He knew how this clan functions. He knew that there would be no future for you here. Your only saving grace in this clan is only because of the potential of your womb. Surely, the chances of you bearing the next ten shadows user are exceptionally high, courtesy of the blood of the very same bastard flowing through your veins. You’re sure he knew that’s the only use the clan could have for a girl, barely a woman, like you. Still, Toji left you here to rot. And you’re certain you’re rotten all the way down to the core, just like everyone else that carries your last name.

That’s why it comes as no surprise to you that your uncle Naoya sought the quickest opportunity to snatch you up the minute the clan elder talked about marrying you off, or that he managed to orchestrate a wedding in less than a month; with a lovely venue provided at the school for your great clan with shared accommodations for you and your…husband.

It gives him the opportunity to shove you to the bed, one knee crumpled against your crotch as he pins you down, but you can’t find enough emotion to care. You accepted this a long time ago. “I hate that you and Maki always have that same condescending look. Can’t you at least show a little feeling?” he taunts. You’re sure he’s truly upset, unable to get a rise out of you as you thrust your hands against his chest in a desperate attempt to shove him away. “I absolutely can’t wait to make you cry.”

His tongue snakes along your bruised cheeks, and you strain your neck to get away from the perverse action, which only makes him laugh harder. “Get off of me, damned pig!”

Naoya smiles, absolutely amused by your frustration. “Fine, but don’t think you can keep up this defiant attitude forever,” he warns but you refuse to take his bait and focus on fixing your wrinkled clothes.

Huffing, you wrap your arm around the bedpost to keep yourself steady all the while controlling your breathing to allow your frustration to wash away. Naoya busies himself, speedily pacing around the room and collecting his things.

“Where are you going?” Your question isn’t out of concern for him. Simply, you question to figure out exactly how much peace you’d have for the night and how much hope to build up that he might never return from where he’s going.

“The men in the clan are throwing me a little party,” he explains. “Call it a last night of freedom.”

“Typical.” You don’t know why you thought he’d at least have the decency to pretend to be a good husband in public. “Don’t know why I expected any better.”

“Isn’t it normal to want to celebrate our impending marriage?” He turns to you and a slither of a hand crisscrossing over your thigh makes you want to hurl. “Unless you want me to stay. We can work on making our very own Megumi tonight.”

You cringe and jerk your body away from him, your filter breaking in the process. “You’re disgusting. A pathetic excuse for a man jealous of a boy half—” you didn’t get to finish your complaint as he shoved you to the floor and the sting of a kick makes you yelp like a dog.

“I see I still got to teach you some respect come tomorrow.”

Despite the burning in your ribs, you count yourself lucky that he only kicked you twice this time, and you slowly stand to your feet when you hear the angelic sound of your room door closing.

You throw on your jacket and a pair of jeans before following his example and leaving the room. You’re not sure how long you aimlessly wander the streets of Tokyo with no particular destination in mind. If you had somewhere to call home, then you probably would never return. Alas, the closest thing you can achieve to peace is being far away from your family.

“What are you doing out by yourself?” You guess you couldn’t escape all of them as you come face to face with your brother. “It isn’t safe to be out by yourself.”

And you notice how he shifts his gaze to a low-level curse blended into the surroundings of the city. It hides and chitters behind the light post. It’s nothing you consider more than the fireflies of cursed spirits, fluttering around human metro areas, and they’re about as equally as threatening as said bugs. But you guess in his eyes, you’re someone who needs protection, which you think you would have liked having someone to protect you at some point in your life but it’s about ten years too late and now unnecessary. 

“I don’t get to go out to the city much, and I guess I got a little lost,” you explain.

“I’m heading back now if you want to follow,” he offers to your surprise.

You didn’t expect him to offer since he hasn’t been able to build up the courage to talk to you very often. The day he first saw you even, you could see the shock spreading across his feature. You thought it was from seeing his estranged sister after all this time until you realize he had absolutely no idea who you were other than the Zen’in princess staying at the school for the next few days along with the other great clans attending the wedding. Figures for Toji not to mention you. You wonder if your father even remembers your name.

Then, you find that he’s often watching you, which garners the familiar sinking sensation inside you of being hunted. Luckily, he never attempted to do anything other than catch the little flickers of your image or to embarrassedly avoid your gaze when it met his. When you managed to talk to him, it was friendly, if not a little awkward. It didn’t take you long to figure out he’s attracted to you, at least sexually. If there was something more, you didn’t know since you weren’t versed in the world of genuine emotion aside from anger and deceit rampant in the Zen’in clan.

You wonder if his attraction is another reason Naoya is wary of you being alone with him. There’s no doubt the clan would much rather you try to produce an heir with Megumi, the potential rewards outweighing the risks of such a union. You almost laugh imagining how pissed off Naoya would look if your engagement switched over. He’d probably explode if he even knew you were talking to your brother. So, who can fault you for wanting to tease the situation a little bit? Maybe if you get lucky, Naoya will catch the two of you together as you walk past the neon lights of the bars and clubs, and you could gaslight him about it later.

It's like magic how easy it is to make the waterworks start, a sniffle then two swiped away by the long arm of your jacket. Megumi’s knuckles beat at the back of your hand, his fingertips nervously curling under yours before fluttering back to the safety of his side, too afraid to take the plunge to hold an engaged woman’s hand even if she’s crying. Even if the tiny pitter patters in his chest when he looked at her told him she deserved better than the obviously swollen cheek on your face. Megumi curses under his breath. He wants to tell you that you should run away from that family, don’t look back, burn the bridge so they can’t follow, but that’s easier said than done.

“It’ll be okay,” he says, knowing that it would never be enough, but the words are all he can offer right now. He hopes it is enough so you can at least find comfort when he finally breaks the resistance in his mind to hold your hand. You accept the action readily, making a shiver goes down his spine when you smile back and intertwine your fingers with his.

When you reach your room back at the school, he sits with you on your bed and places a gauze over your cheek to help with the swelling. Can’t let the Zen’in princess walk around with a wound on her face. You almost feel guilty for playing with him like this. He’s kinder than most people you’ve met. Then you remember, if he had grown up in the clan, he probably would’ve treated you the same as everyone else. He’d probably scrambled to marry you, just like Naoya.

You’re unashamedly jealous that he had the good fortune to be born a blessing, with a dad that chose him, leaving a part of you that wanted to spite Megumi as well. It’s a selfish desire but you deserve to have something. Megumi owes you that ever since your father married his mother and left the clan.

“I’ll get some ice.”

You grip his arm, drawing his attention back to you before he has a chance to get up. “What would I have to offer for you to take me away from this place,” you ask him. It’s always something you wanted to ask Toji; how many letters would it take for him to choose to rescue you, too. But now it’s too late as the only thing remaining for you is to scrape up as much fairness as you can from this world, even if it means doing it until your hands bleed.

“You know I can’t do that,” Megumi answers after what seems like an eternity, knowing now more than ever he shouldn’t be here, alone, with you. Weeping, you crane towards him, gripping the front of his shirt with both fists and dropping your head against his chest. You can sense him physically tensing at your touch, his heavy breathing echoing above you, and he’s a step awkward when he finally makes the decision to cup the back of your head in a short hug.

When you pull away, he’s searching for something you can’t quite understand, with an emotion you’ve never had the pleasure of knowing as you catch a highlight of sorrow flashing in his eyes. His thumb brushes away a fresh tear leaking from you. It invites the opportunity for you to give him what he’s probably been thinking about for a while now in the form of parted glossed covered skin and soft sighs. There’s a split moment of uncertainty before he gives in and kisses you back. You take the time to savor the moment, drawing it out to reel him further in with the taste of your lips and the flex of your tongues bumping together.

His hands tread around you, squeezing you into his strong hold. The tightness and desperateness at which he hangs onto you reveals that you might have had more influence over him than you originally realized, and you also find that you like his build much better than your fiancé’s, strong and muscular but not overbearing. Sweetly, you paint his neck with gentle kisses, and you test the waters of desire with a needy squeeze of his crotch.

The groan from his lips along with the arching of his hips up into your touch jolts your heart even if it’s the result you wanted. It’s almost perfect. You take the extra step to settle yourself onto his lap and lower your arms around his shoulders to play with the hair at his nape. “Naoya is never gentle, but you would be gentle with me, wouldn’t you, Fushiguro?”

Megumi swallows thickly to where you can see his Adam’s apple bob, and you can hear his throat is dry as he tries to collect and voice his thoughts with a harsh rasp. “…We shouldn’t,” he chokes out, which makes you want to scream. “It’ll only make things worse.”

“No one has to know,” you try to pedal back, letting the line out a little bit to give him enough room to relax before reeling him back in. “I thought maybe…you liked me.”

“You’re getting the wrong idea. I want to but,” he admits, not that you needed to hear it when you can feel the imprint of his dick against your ass, “you’re not in your head right now.”

“I am thinking clearly, Fushiguro,” you correct. You’re probably thinking more clearly than you ever had before. You only needed this one thing. “I just…need to know what it feels like, to have someone care about me, please just this once.”

And maybe he really does think he’s your knight as you look to him pleadingly to solve all your problems in the world with something he can only give you. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

“Probably not until morning,” you answer. Though, you really hope he comes home sooner. You’d trade your very soul to have him walk in on this scene, with your legs spread over Megumi’s lap and his large hands climbing up your backside.

“More than enough time then,” he mumbles, tenderly drawing circles into your hips before flipping you over and closing you onto the bed. He watches your face, taking a few deep breaths as his mind keeps repeating that he’s really doing this with you, that you’re much more gorgeous underneath him than he’d imagined.

If this is a dream, he hopes he doesn’t wake up. You’re so, so beautiful, and his heart swells when he thinks you’ll look even more dreamy in your wedding dress.

Megumi kisses your cheek then your jaw as he begins to push up your jacket and shirt, exposing your stomach to his series of kisses and nips. It’s like he’ll never be able to get enough of you fast enough. Hopefully, you wouldn’t see him as desperate from the way he cautiously squeezes your waist and nuzzle into the warmth of your chest.

You hold in a hiss as he too accurately drags over your wounded side. The pain only makes you more excited as it reminds you of your fiancé, of the fact that you’re about to fuck the man who irritates him the most in the very spot he sleeps in, and you can’t wait to rub the fact in his face that he isn’t going to be the one to rid you of your virtue like he so bragged. Instead, your little brother would have the honor since he so clambered for the chance to fuck his own sister without so much as even questioning your position on the family tree, a circle at this rate surely. You wonder if you should ask if that turned him on as he pushes your top above your head.

A smile slivers on your face. “That isn’t fair, you need to undress too,” you tell him. He folds and listens to you without argument; and you can’t deny that it was making you excited to have him under your commands the same way everything about you made him excited from your lips teasing at his neck, the way your hands glide over his bare skin, the squeeze of your thighs cushioning around his hips.

You weren’t expecting him to get hard so fast, but you suppose it doesn’t matter. You have plenty of time, and the more he can give the better for you.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes out, and it makes your lungs burn from the sharp gasp you take in as he sucks on your nipple. You’d have to remember to tell Naoya that Megumi thought—you squash the thought. It was too painful to think about, and you wanted to focus on other things as he begins to pull off your pants.

This is something Megumi thinks Naoya wouldn’t probably do for you, and he almost asks if your fiancé has ever thought about more than his own pleasure but the glossy look in your eyes tells him to not bring up something that would undoubtedly cause you more heartache, not when you’re crooning into the air and your hands are tangling into his hair in desperate grips to match the feeling washing over you.

He starts, gently at first, but harder as your moans escalate with the shifting of his tongue over your clit. You tense as you feel something cold entering you but quickly start arching when he adds a second finger, pressing and tickling at your sensitive nerves.

“Fushiguro,” you whisper in strangled breaths, stomach convulsing with each knotted clench of your lower body. And he hopes, at least this much, will make him someone you think about in the future when your hands release his hair to grip the sheets under you.

Though, you’re too busy thinking it might be worth having your engagement switched over if he can use his tongue like that, in a way that has your vision skipping.

He’s definitely self-satisfied by the time he’s finished and gazing up at you. But it isn’t enough to satisfy you, not until you seal the deal, go all the way until there’s absolutely no ignoring what’s happened between the two of you.

You sit up to kiss him hard, catching him by surprise again. You don’t break away from him until you have him underneath you, your legs splayed around him, hands working fast to work down his slacks enough to uncover his cock.

He pulls onto your hips, encouraging you to stroke him along your wet cunt. He continues until he’s lined up with you, and there’s a split hesitation as he asks, “Are you sure?”

“More than sure,” is your answer, and you take the lead to slide yourself over his cock and begin to roll your hips to push further downward, which causes you to sigh. “Fushi-Fushiguro.”

He heaves, deep and heavy, his expression short of being taken over by lust as he ruts into you. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No,” you whimper.

“Good,” he states, sitting up to hug his arms around your back and kiss and bite your neck as you grind and bounce on top of him. You whimper into his skin, hiding your stuttering whimpers against his shoulder.

You grind your hips down against his, his face scrunching shut as he chokes down a moan. You can feel it, feel him pulsing harder inside you as his breathing speeds up and his chest rises and falls against the rhythm of your own.

“Close,” he spits out, hiding his head in your shoulder, and you suppose that this is much quicker than he wants by the little whimpers that escape him as he tries to hold out from the clenching of your walls around him.

You’re so close to his ear that you’re sure you can whisper to him anything as he shudders and falls into his high. “How does it feel to cum inside your older sister?” Is what you want to say if only to see the look on his face and to feel his jerking hips skip, but you needed him for just a bit longer. So, you bite your tongue and hold onto your thoughts as you feel his warmth filling you.

If having kids for the Zen’in is your destiny then you’d much prefer sneaking a Fushiguro in; and if not, you at least hope the wet spot the two of you make together will last until morning as it leaks out from under you, spreading to the sheets between your legs.

“Sorry, that was fast,” he puffs.

“No, no, it was more than enough,” you answer thankfully. You couldn’t wait to tell Naoya that your brother got to you before he had the chance.

He pulls you down and places a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, I mean, if I could…I’d take you away from them,” he whispers along the crest of your forehead. “Let you stay with me.”

Your pitifully jealous heart skips a beat. You guess there is some ripe flesh still remaining between the rot and your core. It makes you want to cry genuine tears for the first time in a long time, so long that you can’t remember the last time. Probably because he looks so much like the one person you wanted to hear those words from. Despite being aware of these feelings, you still wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the exact time the tears began to fall. It only makes it worse when he holds onto you like he actually loves you. Something you still couldn't believe is possible.

#megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #megumi smut #jjk smut #megumi fushiguro x reader #tw:darkcontent #tw:incest #Tw:dubcon

[literary-illuminati]

Book Review 44 – The Spare Man by Mary Robinette Kowal

Alright, first full novel I’ve read entirely due to it getting a Hugo nomination. In retrospect that fact that there was absolutely no wait list for it at the library was perhaps a sign I should have paid attention to. I’m not sure it’s a bad book, exactly, but my god is it just chock full of little things that grated on me (which more or less tracks with my very vague memories of casually perusing The Calculating Stars when it first came out, so probably just a sign Kowal’s not for me, really.)

The story’s set in a fairly grounded space age future, on an ultra-lux cruise liner taking its passengers from Earth to Mars in speed and style. Tesla Crane, heiress, celebrity, and generally incredibly famous and unfathomably wealthy, has booked one of the nicest suites in the earth-gravity section of the ship under a false name to enjoy some anonymity on her much anticipated honeymoon cruise. Things of course take a drastic turn as a woman is murdered outside their sweet, and her spouse is framed for the crime. The shipboard security is obstructive and suspicious, bodies keep piling up, and it’s largely up to Tesla to solve the murder and clear his good name.

So first off – this is largely a style thing that grates on me far more than it should, and it probably effects my overall reading experience to an entirely unjustified degree, but – the standard etiquette in the story’s future is for everyone to use the gender neutral Mx. Using gendered terms like wife, husband, sir, m’am, or similar is also called out as being somewhere between archaic and offensively retrograde. Also, it is totally standard courtesy to list someone’s pronouns in any case where you’d their full name. In which case what is the point of taking so much care to be gender neutral of everything else. (In a sense this actually inspired worldbuilding, insofar as it’s exactly the sort of stupid language games high aristocracy or its equivalent tends to love, but the reading experience kind of grated).

The society’s generally very consciously progressive in a way that kind of calls attention to itself. It really wasn’t a surprise to see in the acknowledgement’s section that all the mentions of courtesy masks being a thing were edited in as covid happened. This is all mostly just background noise though, as far as narrative focus the only things that really occupy the story’s attention are its portrayal of disability and its bizarre class politics.

So, a key point of her backstory is that some years before the story, a lab disaster (during a demonstration of a personal assistance mech, which is actually some incredibly bitter dramatic irony I’m surprised the story doesn’t call any attention to?) killed six people and left Tesla with permanent spinal damage, chronic pain, and PTSD. Medical science doesn’t seem to have made many innovations on a cane or breathing exercises as far as mobility aids and PTSD treatment goes, but it does provide the absolutely incredible wish fulfillment device of a switch in your brain that lets you turn your pain sensitivity up or down at will. Tesla’s disability is a recurring thing throughout the book and generally the portrayal seemed fine to me? A couple conversations that bled into ‘giving the reader an important message’ territory, but only slightly and hardly the worst in the book.

The book’s attitude to class and wealth though, woof. Like, okay, the story is clearly a bit of a pastiche, a sanguine attitude to vast inequality and social hierarchy are necessary for the whole fantasy to work, but my god in that case please stop calling attention to it. The book so badly wants to simultaneously be progressive and have Tesla’s life be as maximally glamorous and exalted as possible that it gets twisted into this incredibly awkward spirals showing that she’s a good hyper-elite oligarch which really only call attention to the issue without doing anything to resolve it. Her internal monologue including some variation of the line ‘normally I hate just using money as a bludgeon to get what I want, but” happens a few too many times for it to not make un less likeable than an aristocrat who owns it.

Like, this is potentially uncharitable, but the book seems to take it as read that I find the idea of demanding to speak to a manager and having them grovel and apologize for how I’ve been disrespect far more alluring than I do? Not being that customer is a subject Tesla ruminates on at some length, and at the same time calling up her high priced lawyer and threatening to bury the whole cruise line in lawsuits while they rush to provide apology gifts is definitely portrayed as this thrilling power fantasy. It all left me actively rooting against her, at least a bit.

The actual mystery itself honestly wasn’t much to write home about – a bit confused, red herring introduced blatantly and too late, the obviously suspicious and personally unlikable character was the villain – but in a similar vein it did seem…telling, that the guy who’d been positioned as the unlikable asshole oligarch in opposition to Crane was secretly a murderous gold-digging imposter all along! Also, the fact that this was proven by a photo showing the oligarch to have been a dog guy, and the imposter being quite literally the only character in the entire book who didn’t adore Tesla’s emotional support dog. Like, c’mon.

Speaking of the dog – the book had a few recurring beats which I’m sure I’m supposed to have found funny or endearing but just overstayed their welcome with me several times over. The entire cast’s brains leaking out whenever they saw Tesla’s westie like it was some sort of platonic ideal of canine cuteness was one of them, along with like, Tesla and her spouse making out at a moment’s notice because a plot point meant that their encrypted tele-chat required skin-to-skin contact, and the book doubling as a cocktail guide. All things that if I’d liked the book I could have easily overlooked, but as is were just extra straws on the proverbial camel’s back.

Anyway, yeah, didn’t work for me.

#book review #sff #hugo nom #the spare man #mary robinette kowal

[pastafossa]

Thanks you so much @teigo-the-explorer for the tag! This makes a good break from work and/or chapter writing!

PART ONE

Are you named after anyone: I am not! Though fam did intentionally choose a name that couldn’t be shortened to a nickname or rhymed with anything.

when was the last time you cried? Yesterday when I was editing a sad section of my TRT outline to make it MORE sad, RIP me and all of you when we hit that point

do you have kids? Nope and I’ve gone so far as to have my tubes incinerated

do you use sarcasm a lot: NEVER

what's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they have a dog. But if you mean on their person, usually if they have a cool shirt! Bodywise: eyes.

what's your eye colour: Blue-green!

scary movies or happy endings: I like them both but if I HAD to choose I’d go happy endings

any special talents: According to my woodcarving teacher, I’m excellent at carving! I managed to carve 5 projects in a week on my first go, including a couple of the more difficult projects he’d set out for more experienced carvers. FINALLY, A VISUAL ART I’M GOOD AT. I’m also really good at just eyeballing a wall and figuring out how a bunch of hung frames will look good without having to draw it out!

where were you born? Los Angeles! It’s one reason I chose it for Ciro and Jane’s history in TRT - it meant I had to do less research since I was familiar with the area. I already knew a lot of landmarks, geography, culture, weather/environment, and speech patterns.

what are your hobbies?: woodcarving, reading, writing, video games, cooking, traveling whenever I can, movies and tv!

have any pets?: I do! 3 cats, 1 dog, and 1 snake!

what sports do you play/have played?: Oh god I tried a lot of them and my skills are... very much elsewhere. When I was a kid I tried soccer (fast but bad at kicking), ballet (teacher told my parents I had a future in the performing arts, just not dance), baseball (can’t hit a ball to save my life). I did have some success with horseback riding though! I did some trail and a little barrel racing for about ten years, and it is by far the most advanced I ever got with a sport.

how tall are you?: 5′5-5′6 depending on my anxiety level

favourite subject in school?: English, I loved English class. 

dream job?: Due to health problems I’m a little limited in what I can do. If I was healthy, zoologist/marine biologist. As I am, author!

PART TWO

first ship: Oh god, uuuuh let me think. Loosely was probably April x Casey in TMNT since that was my favorite movie as a kid. First active ship that I openly rooted for... maybe Rogue and Gambit from X-Men TAS, like damn I was a kid but I WANTED them together SO FUCKING BAD like why is she hooked on fucking Scott (i hated scott) when she has Gambit RIGHT THERE, RIGHT FUCKING THERE GIRL.

three ships: Since most everyone knows my Marvel ships, I’ll step outside it and go with - Troi x Worf (Star Trek: TNG), Cecil x Carlos (most wholesome ship ever courtesy Welcome to Nightvale), and Leslie Knope x Ben Wyatt (Parks and Recreation)

last (current) song: Flu Game by Fall Out Boy not me playing this album on loop since it came out last week

last movie: San Andreas, don’t judge me

currently reading: Re-reading Taggerung by Brian Jacques, which is my favorite Redwall book and the first Redwall book I ever picked up! I was at a book fair and came around a corner and saw this FUCKING BADASS PIRATE OTTER??? WITH A KNIFE??? AND TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS, IT WAS SO COOL I PICKED IT UP WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE SUMMARY CAUSE WHO CARES, PIRATE OTTER PIRATE OTTER TINY PASTA WANTS TO READ ABOUT PIRATE OTTERSSSSSSSS SERIOUSLY LOOK AT THIS COVER AND TELL ME YOU WOULDN’T READ THIS

currently watching: The Mandalorian, shiny space husband make brain go brrrrrr

currently consuming: Just water LOL 

currently craving: SUNSHINE BUT IT IS CLOUDY

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I'm tagging

@wonderlandmind4 @shadeblade16​ @intricate-melody​ @softasawhisper​ and anyone else who wants to do this!

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#tag games #THIS WAS FUN I ENJOYED THIS #and some questions i haven't been asked yet!

[zablife]

Hello Lee!! For the gif blurb female edition, I'm sending you ... Esme (of course ❤️).

Not rush at all to write it! Just have fun 😘.

Tysm for the GIF ask, Flor!! When I saw this I immediately thought of a new Esme x Alfie fic I'm working on (and hope to post in January), idea courtesy of @buttercup32sstuff. (Warnings: language, slur)

The Alliance

"I can prove everything I've told you. Here!" Esme said, pulling a paper from her handbag. She attempted to shove it across Alfie's desk, but he refused it, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Perhaps she was ready to turn against Tommy for taking her husband from her or maybe she was a bloody good liar, Alfie thought. He couldn't tell and he didn't much care. He never did trust a pikey, especially one with the surname Shelby.

"Don't think I will, love. Breaking up family squabbles ain't exactly my speciality. Got a business to run, haven't I?" he said dismissively, hoping she'd be enraged enough to leave. However, an unreadable expression crossed Esme's face at his words and she stood completely still.

"You won't even look?" she asked with wide eyes, color draining from her face as she realized her plan was quickly unraveling. Still holding the small piece of parchment in her hand, Alfie watched it shake with the force of her nervous tremors. Her brash entrance minutes ago, full of self assured swagger, was crumbling and now he saw how tired she was beneath the facade. Stroking his beard thoughtfully, he rose from his desk, feeling pity for the tiny woman standing before him.

Grasping her by the arm, he lead her to a chair and forced her to sit. In a low rumbling voice he explained, "Desperation makes people do wicked things, pet. You don't want to cross that line.” The words might have been threatening if his calm, even baritone hadn't sounded so soothing to her ears. If Esme closed her eyes and discounted the accent, she could have mistaken the deep hum for John's easy cadence. For a moment she allowed the gentle pressure of Alfie's large hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Esme’s eyes closed momentarily, a reaction to the need for rest and a deep longing for peace.

It didn't last long, however. A sudden alertness overtook her body, jolting her upright and she shook him off. Turning to look up at Alfie with fire igniting in her warm, brown eyes she raged, "I could've taken my kids and gone far away to live with my kin, but here I am. Why would I risk my life and theirs if I didn’t think I could trust you? All I’m asking is for you to believe me.” Holding up her left hand she pulled John's gold ring from her finger and placed it in Alfie's hand forcefully.

He furrowed his brow and looked back at her in confusion. "What's this then?" he asked suspiciously as he turned it over in his palm.

"My word," she said with utter conviction. Alfie locked eyes with her, suddenly realizing she was telling the truth.

#zablife ask box #☂️ #Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Alfie Solomons fanfic #Alfie Solomons imagine #Esme Shelby fanfic #Esme Shelby imagine #Alfie x Esme

[weclassybouquetfun]

ELVIS may not receive a hunk of "Burning Love" at the box office but it won't be the fault of Baz Luhrmann's energetic directing style or Austin Butler's pitch- perfect performance.

Now I can finally know him as an actor instead of just referring to him as Vanessa Hudgen's ex.

At 2 hours and 39 minutes, it's unbelievable that this film has very little substance but it is crammed with style. If the production design wasn't amazing or costumes weren't so exquisite

Including repros courtesy of Miu Miu and Prada

and the music so feet-tapping, head-noddingly good that long runtime could have been an issue because my problem with Luhrmann's work is that it is too chock full. For someone who has a great legacy the reality is Luhrmann has only directed six feature films and it's like every time he gets a film he's afraid he'll never get to do another one so editing be damned. He's going to throw in the kitchen sink, the fridge, the washer. There's no throwing out the baby with the bath water. No -that's going in the film, too. His films (and even the short-lived Netflix series THE GET DOWN) can be too dizzying.

You don't need to have a working knowledge of Elvis Presley to enjoy his film. It's nice if you do (people on either side of me and my friend were big Elvis fans and they lapped this film up. They shed tears. They expressed regret at not getting able to see him perform). I don't think the film alone could have garnered that reaction if it wasn't for Butler's extraordinary performance. He was incredible. It's no wonder that when he found out Butler was going up for the role his former costar Denzel Washington contacted Luhrmann - of his own accord and without Butler's knowledge - and praised Butler.

Those who hate Elvis won't be swayed by this film. If anything they will hate that it glosses over every criticism that has loomed over his legacy (that he was a racist/culture vulture and an ephebophile). People expecting there to be something salacious made of his relationship with Priscilla Presley won't get that as Priscilla worked closely with Luhrmann on the film and in regards to their relationship, at worst he's portrayed as an absent husband and philanderer.

*Butler with Riley Keough, Priscilla and Lisa Marie Presley.

*Elvis' granddaughter actress Riley Keough on Butler's.

This film is solely focused on the symbiotic relationship between Elvis and the Colonel (Tom Hanks) and the bigger issue of artists who are taken advantage of due to ignorance and stars and dollar signs clouding their vision.

Being about Elvis music is a gigantic part of the film. Austin Butler sang as younger Elvis but as he got older they blended Butler's vocals with Presley's (much like what was done in BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY with Rami Malek, Marc Martel and Freddie Mercury's vocals).

Knowing Luhrmann and how he's not afraid of being  anachronistic, I was curious as to how the film would use the songs from the soundtrack. The soundtrack a mix of covers and songs inspired by Elvis' hits was used sparingly as to not completely disrupt the film - Kacey Musgraves' "Can't Help Falling In Love" plays softly underneath a scene, Jack White's blistering guitar riff from his cover of Elvis' "Power of My Love" punctuates another, Doja Cat's "Vegas" is blended with Big Mama Thornton's "Hound Dog". The end credits features Eminem and Cee-Lo Green's "The King and I" and Måneskin's cover of Elvis' "If I Can Dream".

*You're not imagining things - yes, Kodi Smit-McPhee, the human stick insect - supplies a song for the soundtrack as his character Jimmie Rodgers Snow.

Other songs used that is not in the soundtrack includes a Britney Spears/ Backstreet Boys mash-up of "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" and "Toxic" which surprisingly works in the midst of a montage.

#movies #film #elvis presley #baz luhrmann #austin butler #elvis movie #elvis #maneskin #music #biopic #riley keough

[fific7]

White Wedding Pt 3

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, shotgun (oh yeah)

little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, shotgun

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

Take me back home, yeah

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The New Wife

Your eyes cracked open, a millimetre, slowly, carefully. Your head hurt like a bitch. What had those psychos injected you with, for fuck’s sake? Elephant tranquilliser? You rolled one eyeball gently around in its socket, trying to take in where you were.

A bright, white room. You were in a … your arms spread out on either side of you without touching any edges or anyone… big ol’ bed. Alone, as far as you could tell. You were wearing the clothes you’d had on yesterday, all except for the shoes.

The little snapshots of memories came creeping back into your head. The fucked-up shit that CEO bitch had pulled on you. The drugging, then falling into the abyss. Nothing more.

And now this. Where were you? Didn’t that bitch say you were being sent to your new husband’s house? Your ears strained to hear sounds, anything at all. Then you heard it, faint but unmistakable. The ocean. Despite the unknown and unsettling situation you were in, your heart soared. You loved the ocean! And this new husband dude of yours lived close by it, huh? Well you supposed that would help a little while you figured out how to get out of this totally unacceptable situation.

You stiffened as you heard a door open, and closed your eyes immediately.

“Ohhh…” you heard a woman’s voice, which was a surprise to you, “….she’s gorgeous, Lo.” A manly sigh, “I know, sis.” Ah, okay well… husband dude has a sister, surely that would be helpful when you told them what had really happened at LPV. “Her eyes are this incredible colour, I’ve never seen anything like it before.” There was a dreamy tone to his voice.

Wait, when had this guy seen your eyes? Leaving aside the uncomfortable fact that he’d put his tongue inside your pussy… a white hot hit of sheer embarrassment ran through you at the memory of it… you’d been covered by that sheet. And you’d have been spark out when you were brought here. So when had he seen you where he could tell what your eye colour was? More cheap tricks by the CEO from hell, obviously.

“I don’t know what to do, Jules,” you heard him say, “I wanna fuck her so badly but firstly, whatever they gave her still has her stone cold out of it, and secondly… well, I wanna talk to her first.”

You heard his sister give a short laugh, “Well they say there’s a first time for everything, Lo.” You stiffened again when you heard that - what, this guy fucked women without talking to them first? What kind of a douchebag was he?

“That related to the hosts rather than actual women, Jules,” he replied, gentle reproach in his tone, “she’s not a host.” “I’m glad you actually realise that,” she replied, “and Logan? You do not go at her like a bulldozer, you hear me? She’s a virgin, apart from anything else.”

An intake of breath from husband dude, “I know, I know! I’m so fucking excited about that. I’ll be her first. I can’t fucking believe it. I mean… look at her… she’s just a complete wet dream.”

You heard the door close and no more voices. So, they knew you’d never slept with a man before, no doubt courtesy of CEO Bitch… you were so glad all your secrets were out there! And … what were these hosts he was talking about?

You didn’t like the sound of that at all.

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The New Wife

You’d fallen back asleep, a natural sleep this time.

Suddenly you were wide awake again. Not sure how long you’d slept for, but one thing you knew for sure was that your dress was being gently pulled up. Fingers between your legs, the scratch of stubble on your skin, that tongue… delving right inside you. The same exciting combination of licking and sucking began, just like when you’d been sampled by him. What was happening? Was this someone else being allowed to do the same? Were you still at LPV in some kind of drug-induced nightmare? No, you were sure it must be your new husband. You felt you’d know that talented tongue anywhere.

But one thing you knew for sure, you were soaking. With a superhuman effort, you managed to keep quiet as it continued for what like seemed forever. His tongue was lapping up your juices from your skin then his fingers spread your legs even wider, his tongue went deep, deeper than before, then he was sucking your clit again and you felt a pressure building in your stomach. Suddenly a huge wave of pleasure you hadn’t ever experienced before washed over you, rolling and rolling and rolling, like a stormy ocean.

If you hadn’t already had your eyes tight shut, you would’ve had to close them.

Then he was gone, your dress sliding down over your legs, a hand smoothed your hair, lips kissed your temple.

His deep voice. Yes, his voice. “Sweet dreams, wife of mine.”

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Logan

The guilt was eating at him now. He lay on the bed in one of the guest rooms, staring at the ceiling. Once Juliet had left, he’d gone back into the master bedroom, hoping that she’d have woken up.

No… still spark out. He gazed down at her, god he needed to taste her again, needed to.

Before he knew what he was doing, his hand pulled back the bedsheets, slid her dress up until it sat above her thighs. It was like he was on autopilot. He parted her legs, his head was between them and his tongue plunged into that sweet, sweet honeypot. He licked and sucked at her, a little frenzied, working her for longer than he probably should have. But she tasted divine and he couldn’t get enough. She was so wet for him, drugged-up or not. He felt her climax and he stood up from her, the guilt already seeping into his veins.

He drew her dress back down over her legs, covered her with the bedsheets, stroked her hair, kissed her forehead.

And now he was mentally berating himself for tasting her while she’d been in a doped-up sleep. That was … low, wasn’t it? Even if she was his wife. He couldn’t even contain himself until she was awake.

He heaved himself off the bed and walked through to the master bedroom, looking in at her. She was still sleeping. He wanted her so much.

Maybe he could just have one more tiny taste….

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The New Wife

When you awoke the next time, bright sunlight was streaming in. It was possibly mid-morning.

Thinking about the nocturnal visit husband dude had paid to you, your cheeks flushed deep pink. My god, if that was what his tongue could do… you smiled to yourself, thinking about what else he was capable of. And did you imagine another, shorter visit to you later on or was that just wishful thinking?

Shaking off your thoughts, you leaned up on your elbows and took a proper look around you.

A spacious modern room, with floor-to-ceiling windows and white gauzy curtains, billowing slightly in the sea breeze. Not a lot of furniture, minimalist vibe. You were alone, and still clothed in what you supposed you should call your wedding dress.

Your breathing seized for a second, before you inhaled a big breath. You were screwed, truly you were. In every way. You thought that your brain must’ve been working overtime while you slept, and now you knew and begrudgingly accepted that while LPV had fraudulently trapped you into marriage, you’d never be able to prove it. Maybe you could just run away? Ummm.. nope. The whole plan of being at LPV was to avoid those low-life Omega kidnappers. How would you avoid them on your own, where could you go to ensure that? To another version of LPV somewhere else in the state, only to have them pull a similar stunt?

From the outside, this guy - high sex drive aside - seemed OK, there was another female around which was a big plus and he had what seemed to be a lovely house near the beach. You accepted that you probably just had to make the best of a bad situation.

You got up, stretching out your cramped muscles before walking over to the window and looking out at your new neighbourhood. Oh, okay… a house right on the beach, then. Not just close by. And you spotted a familiar headland… this was Malibu. Wow. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t hurting for money either. You vaguely recalled that CEO Bitch had told you that you now had a handsome, rich husband.

The door opened and you swung round, startled. A tall good-looking guy with dark hair came into the room, carrying a tray filled with plates, coffee pot, carafe of juice, cups and glasses on it. He looked as startled as you did when he saw you standing by the window, and his eyes - as dark as his hair - stared into yours, holding your gaze before he dropped his quickly down and back up your body. You took in his light tache and beard, which also spilled downwards and became a neck beard. That’s incredibly sexy looking, your brain said, unbidden and your face pinked up immediately. Correction - HE is just incredibly sexy looking, your brain then supplied, helpfully.

Shut up! you silently yelled back at it. That is not helpful in the slightest.

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Logan

Logan had nearly dropped the tray of food and drink. He hadn’t expected to see her up and about, she’d slept for almost twenty-four hours so whatever they’d given her must’ve been super strength. He felt irritated by that… it could’ve been too much for her. They could’ve harmed her. And then he would’ve had to harm them.

Woah! he thought, where did that come from? He shook his head and met her gaze, those otherworldly eyes of hers staring into his. She was just breathtaking, even in the defensive stance she was adopting with arms firmly crossed over her stomach. He could just sit and look at her for years. He cleared his throat.

“Hi,” he said her name, “I’m Logan. Your husband.” She continued to stare at him, face expressionless. He continued, lamely, “You’re my wife. We’re married.”

He saw a ghost of a smile flit across her lips, “Yes, so I found out. Ten minutes after it had happened.”

He cleared his throat again uneasily, putting the tray down on the bed and gesturing to it, “Come sit and eat. You’ve had nothing for I don’t know how long.” She remained by the window but her eyes went to the filled paninis and coffee and juice he’d brought through. “I do feel light-headed, a combination of no food and whatever drug they gave me, I guess.”

Before she could move, the door opened and a dark-haired woman came into the bedroom, looking over at her first and then to Logan. He turned to his sister. “This is my new wife,” saying her name again, before turning back to his wife and saying, “This is Juliet, my sister.” The two women smiled at each other, with his wife saying lightly to Logan, “You’re lucky you weren’t called Romeo.”

He laughed, “I think Mom toyed with the idea but as me and Jules are siblings, she thought it might be a bit too weird.” He got a genuine smile in return, which made his heart beat faster.

She walked over to the bed and perched on the edge of it, next to the tray, with Logan on the other side of it.

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Juliet

Juliet remained standing, leaning against the doorframe of the walk-in wardrobe to give them some space.

While Logan and his new wife ate together for the first time, she watched them for a few moments. She smiled inwardly, it was both touching and amusing to see Logan on his very best behaviour, slicing a panini in two for her and pouring her coffee, juice and bringing her a bottle of water in addition from the kitchen. She thought for another minute or two before saying, “Do you mind if I ask you a few gentle questions?” and using her name. The new wife shook her head and gestured with the hand which wasn’t holding her panini, “Ask away.” “You’re a Platinum Omega, is that correct?”

She saw a small fleeting grimace on the other woman’s face, “Yes, I am… for my sins.” Juliet nodded, “Very rare creature, so I’m told.” The new wife laughed, but it had a bitter edge to it, “Yes, it put a big target on my back. It’s why I ended up in LPV.” Juliet remained silent, encouraging the other woman to continue, which she did once she’d swallowed the mouthful of panini she’d been chewing. “I have no family left in the US, but I’ve got some European relatives who didn’t want anything to do with me. A couple of years ago when the Omega kidnappings really started ramping up, I sold my condo and along with an inheritance from my grandmother, I signed up to stay in LPV instead of being out in the mainstream.”

Juliet nodded, “I can totally imagine why you’d make that decision.” She hesitated, then decided to dive right in, “Logan said you argued with the LPV CEO about the marriage clause in your original contract.” The new wife’s lip curled in disgust and her face flushed, “That bitch! She screwed me over. When I signed that contract, only the scenting and sampling thing was in there… which I wasn’t happy about either, let me tell you. But they made it plain that unless I signed it, they wouldn’t accept me into LPV. And they drugged me for the sampling thing,” she stated, her eyes sliding to Logan and her face flushing even more. She kept looking at him as she went on, “And I know you sampled me again last night, maybe even twice. But at least I wasn’t drugged then.”

Logan choked on his panini, and scrambled to grab his glass of juice. Juliet kept her face neutral, but was thinking, “Oh, shit!” She didn’t know exactly what sampling entailed but she could guess it wasn’t just a chaste kiss. But it was really amusing to see Logan looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

The new wife continued, “I was made to shower and put these on…” she gestured to herself with her free hand, “and when I got into her office, she… very oddly… made me look at her new antique mirror,” she eye-rolled and Logan butted in, “Two-way mirror… so I could see you for the first time.” “Ah - ok, now I understand,” she nodded. “Well, then she asked me to check in, with two fingerprints as we were in her private office. We checked in wherever we went so I suspected nothing. She then dropped it on me that I was now married, that they’d done me a huge favour and that I’d be going to my new husband’s home within 15 minutes. They’d already packed up all my stuff. I know I didn’t sign that clause and I told her I hadn’t, that she’d hidden that section from me. She said that I definitely did sign it and I just hadn’t read it properly. They also drugged me again and that’s pretty much when I passed out. Then I woke up here.” She looked between Logan and Juliet, “I heard you two talking, but I was feeling groggy and pretended I was still asleep. I know that you know I’m a virgin, and I know that you…” she pointed at Logan, “…want to fuck me really badly.”

Juliet didn’t think she’d ever seen Logan blush so heatedly. His face was scarlet, even more so than when she’d mentioned the sampling.

Stifling a laugh, she said to the new wife, “You’re right… he totally does. He’ll get over the major embarrassment of being overheard very clearly and directly stating his intentions towards you. He likes to pretend he woos the ladies before fucking them.” Logan shot a very angry look at her but she ignored him.

She continued, “Look,” using her name, “I’ll give you a potted history of the Delos family. We own Delos Inc and Delos Destinations. Have you ever heard of Westworld?” The new wife shook her head, so Juliet carried on, “It’s one of several themed parks we own, they’re very popular and we are a bunch of rich, entitled fuckers.” The new wife burst out laughing, and took a hasty swig of her water. “Our mother passed away which left us in the care of our less-than-paternal father. Logan rebelled during his teen years and just never stopped. He’s done it all… drinks, drugs, women, men… whatever he could do to piss off dear old Dad… but also to get his attention. Cos Dad has always pretty much written Logan off, and that’s a mistake. Underneath all the BS, he’s a very astute, smart businessman.”

Logan was staring at her, a vulnerable, soft expression on his face… in fact his eyes looked glossy. “My sis is just as underestimated by him too,” he said quietly, “…she’s a total systems magician.” Juliet smiled at him, before turning back to the new wife, “So… a lot of shit went down which maybe Lo will tell you about some day. I offloaded a douche of a husband, Logan hit rock bottom and went into rehab and now he’s been clean for… six months, Logan?” He nodded. “No drugs, absolute minimum alcohol intake… and absolutely no sex whatsoever.”

Juliet was shocked, even she hadn’t known that - Logan had still appeared as usual on all the gossip sites with various women and men on his arm throughout that whole period. Well, she’d get the reason out of him at some stage.

He looked at his new wife, giving her a small smile, “You see before you a reformed bad boy.” She looked at him solemnly for a moment, then gave him a dazzling smile. Juliet could see Logan’s cheeks pinking up. Woah… was her reprobate of a brother actually about to be tamed by a woman? By just one woman?! Hmmmm… she’d believe it when it actually happened. But she hoped that he was going to take this marriage seriously and not fuck it up, because she really wanted her dad to have to admit that Logan wasn’t just a huge waste of space.

Juliet turned again to the new wife, “And just to round off our story, our Dad recently insisted that Logan get married before our father retires and hands over the running of the businesses to me and Lo.” She watched the girl taking in this influx of information and she didn’t seem particularly scared or repulsed.

She continued, “Now, it sounds to me like LPV really screwed you over. That was a low trick they played on you. They’ve probably been metaphorically rubbing their hands together since the minute you walked through their door, knowing what a valuable asset you are. I am guessing that there have been plenty of enquiries about you over the past two years, but they’ve played the long game and rebuffed all of them so far, until filthy rich Logan Delos walked into their lair. And I am personally feeling very guilty about all of this, because I went to college with one of their Betas and got Logan bumped to the front of their waiting list. But I had absolutely no idea they played these type of games, as my Beta friend is always banging on about what a good and great setup it is. However, I believe they already had that full clause in your contract and signed off from the get-go and hid the marriage section from you, exactly as you accused them of doing. They knew they’d be able to make a lot of money out of you some day.”

The new wife was drinking all of this in, looking angry, pensive and then angry again.

Juliet sighed, “Look, honey… I know you’re not happy about all of this. But you are not going to be able to get out of that marriage clause or the marriage with Logan either. They totally manipulated you, but to all intents and purposes you have no proof that they did. If you go the cops, or even the Omega Foundation, they are going to be shown those signed legal documents and possibly some CCTV of you signing the original contract, and digitally signing the marriage certificate… and they will tell you not to let the door hit your butt on your way out.”

She saw the other woman’s bottom lip tremble, and she replied in a small defeated voice, “I’d kind of come to that conclusion myself.”

Juliet decided it was time to put some positive things on the table.

“Now, I’m sure you’ve been going over alternative options in your head. Sorry to say, I don’t think you’ve got very many… two, I’d say? Number one…. run away and take your chances in the mainstream or in another facility like LPV. Very sadly, I don’t rate your survival chances in the mainstream as very high and what’s to say another facility won’t take advantage of you again, just like LPV did? Number Two… stay here with Logan, be his wife, help him to stay on the straight and narrow. I mean, he’s not that ugly..” there was a loud snort from Logan here, “he’s got an OK body,” another snort, “he’s rich as fuck and more importantly, he will look after you and keep you safe. And even though you may not be soulmates, he would still claim you.”

She looked at Logan, willing him to reply in the affirmative and back her up on her reasoning, but he was just sitting there, staring at his new wife like she was some type of mythical creature. “Logan!” Juliet snapped at him, and he swung his head towards her, “Huh? What?” “I said,” she said, very deliberately, “that even if you are not soulmates, you’d still claim her to keep her safe.”

“Oh yeah! Yeah, I would,” he replied, nodding his head up and down so quickly that Juliet burst out laughing. “Chill, big bro,” she said.

The new wife bit her bottom lip as she listened to and considered what Juliet had just said.

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The New Wife

You had listened carefully to what Juliet had to say, and you knew what she said made sense. After all, it was only what you’d been telling yourself.

You inhaled a deep breath before immediately exhaling it, and looked at the two siblings as they watched you expectantly, waiting to hear what your decision was.

“Thank you, Juliet, for summarising everything so well. It’s just what I’ve been telling myself in my head. And thank you, Logan, for offering to claim me.”

You paused, to make sure you phrased this correctly, “I am so, so grateful that you both do want me to stay within this arrangement. I have to say I’m not happy about LPV’s actions, but for my personal safety.., you’re right, there is no other valid choice for me. And Logan, I realise it’s just an arranged marriage to you so that you can inherit what you rightly deserve.” Logan opened his mouth to say something but Juliet hissed, “Shut up, Lo.”

You continued, “So yes, I will stay, Logan, if that’s okay with you. I won’t run away… which I confess was my first instinct when I woke up this morning.”

Logan reached over and took your hand, “That’s more than okay with me.”

Juliet came over and gave you a quick hug, “Welcome to the Delos family!”

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Juliet

Logan looked… ecstatic… that was the word, when she said that.

He’s going to have to sit her down and clear up a few things with her, though.

Fuck, I really hope this works out for him.

And for her too, of course.

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Logan

She… she said she’s going to stay with me.

He felt his heartbeat hammering in his chest, and tried to inhale a few deep breaths to calm it down. Now.. well now he had to get his head back on straight and make sure she understood his complicated past and his intentions in this marriage.

And he’d have to keep his dick under control so that he didn’t maul her at the very first opportunity.

I guess the old man will be happy after all, because I am going to make this work he thought, I totally am.

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The New Wife

Juliet hugged you again just before she left, giving you her cell number - for when you actually had one again, you didn’t get to have them in LPV - in case you needed her for anything. “You and I are going to be good friends,” she firmly pronounced, “call me anytime, I mean it… about anything.”

You’d discovered she had a four-year-old daughter with her now ex-husband. “Urrrgghh….” she’d eyerolled, “that’s a two bottle of wine story for another time.”

Logan had given you the guided tour of his beautiful home, and you had trouble taking in the fact that it was now where you lived. He’d been so sweet about it, too… saying repeatedly that it was “our home” and “our place” and you could make whatever changes you wanted to.

You’d shyly asked if you’d be sleeping with him in the master bedroom, and he’d laughed, “You most certainly will be, angel.” That had brought back the buried memory of what he’d said when he first sampled you, he’d called you angel even then.

Deciding to be bold, when the two of you were sitting on loungers on one of the decks after your house tour, you cleared your throat and said to him, “Logan… I may be a virgin, but at LPV they put me on a Sexual Knowledge course.”

Logan swung his head round to you, eyes dark and looking fiery, “And what does that consist of, exactly?” You swallowed nervously, “Videos, mainly. Porn I guess you’d call it. All the different positions, blow jobs, ummm… men eating pussy, stuff like that.” Logan seemed to relax back into his lounger. He met your gaze again suddenly as he said, “Look, I’m sorry for… tasting… you again during the night. While you slept, or while I thought you were asleep. I shouldn’t have done that - but even so, yes, I did go back for seconds.” You smiled at him, “So I didn’t imagine that, then. It’s absolutely fine, Logan - you’re my husband, and that means you’re entitled to taste me whenever you want.” His eyes widened when he heard your words and he continued to gaze intently at you, asking, “They told me you hadn’t even been scented or sampled until I came along. Is that true?” You nodded, “Yes. No one’s ever touched me except you, Logan. And when you tasted me last night, I believe I had my first orgasm.”

He suddenly shot up off his lounger, saying in a strangled voice, “I’ll just go get us some cold drinks!” and immediately rushed off into the house. You lay back and relaxed, looking up at the rapidly darkening sky and all the stars. Starting to doze off, you reflected that despite its rocky start, your marriage and new life seemed destined to become a dream come true.

Logan returned quite a while later with the cold drinks, mocktails served with ice in tall tumblers. He gently shook your shoulder and you awoke from your little nap. Once he’d sat back down, he sipped his drink for a little while before saying, “You know, it’s all very well LPV making you watch porn to learn about sex, but the only way you’ll properly learn is by doing it. But I’m not about to go all caveman on you, despite how much I might want to.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “ Look… Logan. You’ve plucked me from what I thought was a safe place but in fact it wasn’t, and I’m truly grateful to you for that. I’m your wife and I agreed to obey you in all things. So if you want to fuck me, you don’t have to hold back, please just do it.”

You heard him drawing in a shaky breath, then he sort of growled, “You shouldn’t say things to me like that, angel. I’m really trying to be a good boy for you. I don’t want to put you off sex by mauling you.” He turned his head towards you, “When is your next heat?” “I take inhibitors,” you told him, “they told me I’m highly sexed so I to take them every day instead of just for two days at the end of each cycle. Whenever you want me to go into heat, just let me know and I’ll stop taking the inhibitors.” You looked down into your drink, “CEO Bitch - and that fucking clause - said I must procreate whenever you want to so again, it’s up to you. When is your rut?… only so that I can make sure I’m ready to get you through it. I’ve heard it can be rough if you don’t have a partner.”

Now it was his turn to look down into his drink. “About that,” he said quietly, “What with all my substance abuse, rehab and other shit I’ll bore you with some other time, my ruts haven’t happened for a long, long time. I still got aroused… I take it CEO Bitch told you I’m a Dark Alpha?” You smiled at his use of your nickname for her, “Yes, but to be honest I don’t know what that is.” He nodded, “Well, it’s kinda like the Alpha equivalent of you, angel. A Platinum Omega… I’m the Alpha version. And part of that is we like sex when we like it, not just at rut and heat. Another reason we’re such a good match.”

He cleared his throat, “But apart from making my ruts disappear, my overindulgences also broke my dick. I hadn’t been hard for over six months, angel. Unheard of for me… the mighty fucker that is Logan Delos. I was beginning to panic, I’ll be honest with you. But when I scented and sampled and saw you, I got hard as a rock.”

He smiled over at you as your cheeks pinked up, saying, “I think I’ve got a new addiction, angel.”

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#ben barnes #logan delos #logan delos x reader #logan delos fan fiction #logan delos fanfic #logan delos imagine #logan delos deserved better

[double-j]

17 questions, 17 people

thank you for the tag @antiquitea

nickname: jess

sign: leo, and yes i do have the co-star app. (which today asked me "are you ignorning your sadness?" so that's great). anyway my friend who made me download the app would want me to specify that i am a leo sun, cancer moon, scorpio ascendant.

height: 5'5"

last thing i googled: how to rearrange photos on a tumblr post LOL

song stuck in head: "arabella" by arctic monkeys

number of followers: 217

amount of sleep: usually shoot for 7-8, sometimes 6. i used to be an intense sleeper, like 9-12 hours every night, it was not great. feel much more like a person now, haha

lucky number: 3

dream job: legit i do not wanna work, oops. changed my major 4 times in undergrad (econ, econ&math, computer engineering, film&tv), added a minor because i still wasn't sold on my major (poli sci), then panicked senior year and applied to law school. now i do in fact have two degrees staring at me and don't really want to do anything with either one, but couldn't tell you anything else that i'd rather do either. sometimes think i would maybe go back and do something with film&tv, like editing, but ya never know.

wearing: aerie leggings, savagexfenty ribbed tank, savagexfenty cropped hoodie, claw clip, white ankle socks seemingly from old navy. pretty much your everyday WFH fit for me, though lately i've been subbing the hoodie for a flannel.

movies/books that summarise you: omg hahaha just realizing i was thinking about this one and never changed it okay wow. give me some time and maybe i will think of something cause right now only the most tragic books and movies are coming to me and that’s just not accurate

favourite song: usual go to when asked for all time fave is "sweet child o' mine" by guns 'n roses. a mix of current and long-term faves, courtesy of my spotify wrapped hitting today: "atlantic city" by the band; "mardy bum" by arctic monkeys; "high infidelity" by taylor swift; "vanilla" by flipturn; "still the one" by shania twain; and "julia" by mt. joy.

favourite instrument: drums. have been harassing my husband to let me buy myself/buy me a drum kit.

aesthetic: just took a buzzfeed quiz that told me it's "dark academia" and also "4am at the airportcore." feel like that vaguely fits my personal style, because i typically dress like it's 4am at the airport, and on the rare occasion that i do go out i suppose it's vaguely dark academia? idk.

favorite author: ya girl reads almost exclusively romance novels, okay? so mostly whatever is recommended to me on the kindle app, recently read a ton from natasha knight. my sister is a diehard colleen hoover fan, which i have heard is vvv basic/lame (sorry if she's ur fave), and i've given her one opportunity to convince me. she has me reading november 9, and i cannot get past the first chapter right now.

random fun fact: i mean i feel like i just gave way too much info to every question above, lol, but my go to fun fact in college was always that i still have one of my baby teeth. still do now, as a 27 year old. no adult tooth was ever underneath. luckily it's a molar so not visible from the front, cause it is incredibly short.

no pressure tags: @theharddeck; @fandomxpreferences; @cherrycola27; @imjess-themess; @wildbornsiren; @roosterforme; @3tabbiesandalab; @thesewordsareallihavetogive; @justfandomwritings; @callsignvalley

#personal #tag challenge

[kanthonyficrecs]

Masterlist: Canon Divergence (T-Z)

updated 12/6/23

Take My Breath Away by plinkleplop Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: After Kate and Anthony are abandoned by the pall-mall group for bickering, they are left to put away the equipment and are locked in the shed without any immediate hope for rescue.

Tatta by ronandhermy Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Kate’s mother had a name, and a secret. Kate’s mother was not so unconnected as the Sheffields supposed, and Kate receives the surprise of her life when a mysterious stranger arrives in London.

tell me that's warm enough here for you by peepsinthechilipot Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: The morning after the Hearts and Flowers Ball, Kate goes for a ride, hoping to clear her mind and put aside all thoughts of the Viscount’s breath against the side of her cheek, his whispers caressing her ear…until she encounters the man himself on a morning ride. Dark clouds are on the horizon; can they weather the storm together?

Ten Minutes Closer by WaterlilyRose Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Anthony brings Kate back to Bridgerton House after her fall, claims her as his intended and watches the Ton lose their minds.

The Alpha Who Loved Me by RoxieRox29 Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Because a Venn diagram of Bridgerton S2 and Regency Era A/B/O is actually a circle. With the edition of some rare omegaverse dynamics, ABO becomes a perfect lens for retelling Kanthony’s love story.

The Bee and the Butterfly by RosesAtDawn Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: ‘I have spent every moment of my life since my father died tutoring my sister to be the perfect dancer, perfect linguist, perfect debutante so she has her pick of partners, so she can choose with her heart. She will receive a proposal from her true love match long before you are able to secure a match for your sister, of that I am absolutely certain.’

The Best Gift by AsharaDay Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Show Canon till S2E7. What if Kate's injury when she fell off from the horse was more serious? What if Anthony gets a second chance? AU with a bit of fantasy in the beginning

The Blacksmith by xtenn Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate leaves London, heartbroken, when Anthony refuses to return home ... but once there, she falls off her horse and breaks her leg. Panic ensues when the horse returns to Aubrey Hall with no rider. A messenger is sent to London, but Lord Bridgerton similarly cannot be found. Who will find her?

The Bridgerton Beneath by maisiec33 Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: When Kate is made to accompany Mary, Edwina, and Lady Danbury on a week-long excursion to Aubrey Hall, she prepares herself for seven days of torment courtesy of the intolerable Viscount. Things quickly change, however, when she realises that perhaps there is more to Anthony Bridgerton than she first anticipated.

The Dutiful Son by CherriesOnTheCake Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: The one where Edmund lives but Anthony’s life is still the same.

The Ghost of You by pepperwood Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Every night, Anthony Bridgerton dreams of Kate.

The Harsh Light of Day by BurnerrAccount Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Or, Kate visits Anthony the night before their wedding

The Honeymoon by dalovelover Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Before the wedding, Anthony made it clear that their union will not be about love. As they embark on their honeymoon, how will their relationship shift as they become more and more intimate, emotionally and physically - no matter how much they try to convince themselves that they can restrict their marriage to nothing but friendship and sex?

The Husband Who Loved Me by scintilla10 Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: When the Sharmas first came to England, Kate Sharma had vowed to do anything in her power to help her family. Which was how she found herself standing in front of a crowd of strangers, about to marry the most irritating man in London.

the inevitability of stars by antematter Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: “Some people are born with stars in their blood,” his father tells him. “That’s Kate. And the stars are homing beacons that constantly pull them home. To their soulmate - that’s you.” A linear Time Traveler’s Wife AU.

The mission to make Anthony Bridgerton's life hell by ZDK Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: A short reimagining of Kate and Anthony's story following the bee sting, in which Kate is not so submissive and vows to make Anthony's life a living hell for marrying her. Needless to say, she doesn't honor that vow.

The Morning After by no_net_ensnares_me Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: After spending the night in the gazebo, Kate is still home when Anthony arrives at Danbury House the next morning. She gets a little bit distracted when she sees him soaking wet, and her jumbled thoughts lead to an unexpected answer to his question.

The One Where Kate Accepts Anthony's First Proposal by LoveIsStrong Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: A reimagining of Anthony's first proposal to Kate. What would have happened if they actually communicated?

The One where they couldn't stop kissing by LoveIsStrong Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: Anthony knew she was the one, after their first kiss. Once Anthony knew, he wouldn’t let go. He wouldn't just go back home to mope and pine. He would go get his girl.

The Painful Truth by LiveOncePure Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kate takes exception to Edwina's rebuke at the chapel the day her sister was to wed the Viscount. She escapes to pursue her own future with the assistance of an unlikely ally. Anthony comes to realize that death is not the only precursor to pain.

The Return by dalovelover Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: When Lord Anthony Bridgerton and the new Lady Kate Bridgerton (nee Sharma) return to London from their honeymoon, their new life together begins under the watchful eye of the ton. Despite attempting to keep their relationship free of emotion, Anthony finds himself falling in love with his wife, but too afraid to do anything about it.

The Silent Hour by RosesAtDawn Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: What if during their very first race in the park, Kate had not quite made that jump. Falling into her coma before she and Anthony have even spoken a word to each other, how will Lord Bridgerton cope with a sleeping beauty in his house.

The Thief by RosesAtDawn Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Kate Sharma will do anything to protect her family, even give up her own future and happiness. When an English Baron, looking for a marriage of convenience, brings her to England with the promise to save her and her family from the brink of ruin, it seems she will finally be able to fulfill her duty. That is until a chance meeting with a viscount threatens everything.

The Things I Could Teach You by MidtownKitten Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: "A wicked kind of smile crossed the Viscount’s face. “The things I could teach you,” he said, his lips ghosting across hers, eliciting a low chuckle when she turned her face to his, clearly seeking his kiss. He obliged her, kissing her deeply, while the hand that moved between her thighs unfurled so that his warm fingers finally met soft flesh."

The Viscount Who Courted Me by theladyrainbow Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: What if Anthony had set his sights on Kate from the very beginning? How would their courtship go about?

The Viscount's Proposal to the Wrong Sister by ClosetObsession Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Canon Divergence Post S2E4. Following the viscount's proposal to Miss Edwina, he tells her that she should expect a marriage of friendship, but never love. As Miss Edwina takes time to consider if this is a life she can accept, she begins to see something blossoming between Lord Bridgerton and her sister. Was this a new development, or had she been blind to it all this time?

Time is Not a Thing That's Ours to Lose by somethingclearandtrue Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: The bangle didn't fall. The vows were said. Kate returned to India. Fifteen years pass. They live with their choices. To his astonishment, Anthony Bridgerton sailed through his 38th year alive, married to Lady Edwina with another child on the way. But when fate strikes their family in the cruelest way, Kate returns to Aubrey Hall once more, to face the man who broke her heart and the future she that was never hers

Time waits for no man by ronandhermy Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: Season 1 AU: Kate debuts the same Season that Daphne does and Anthony finds himself very distracted indeed.

To Be Cast Aside, Again and Again by TheRewriterX Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: "The thorn easily removed from the blossoming flower of our lives." Takes place during 2x6 - Kate goes back to explain herself further to Edwina and overhears Anthony that she shall have no place in their lives.

To Be Thought A Fool by TeaBrigadier Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Mr. Brookes decides to meddle with Lord Anthony Bridgerton and Miss Kate Sharma.

To Keep From Drowning by thanksmilla Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: What if Kate didn't run away at the end of Episode 7? After their evening in the gazebo, Kate and Anthony have an honest conversation. Together they make the decision to continue doing something just for themselves: to court publicly. Can they endure the scandal and the opinions of their families?

To Know You, To Adore You by nevertothethird Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Not only does the young lady Anthony raced in the park wholly misunderstand both his words and his character, she refuses to listen to his (perfectly rational) explanation, or even allow him the opportunity to offer a defense.

today was a fairytale? by baneandobject Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: QC doesn't believe her true-love match is in fact a true-love match

Tolerate it by JustSighhh Rating: NR Status: WIP Summary: What could have happened if Daphne had more to say after catching Kate and Anthony alone the night of the Hearts and Flowers Ball

Two ports in the storm by Kendal_Lynne Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: “If you go back to bed now, restless as you are, you’ll surely wake your sister” he tells her. “Then what do you suggest?” she asks. Her voice is agitated, but her eyes betray her tone, flitting down to Anthony’s mouth. It’s a quick gesture, but one not lost on him.

Two Words by RosesAtDawn Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: After Anthony says no to Kate when she asks him to continue with the wedding, she refuses to see him again. Will time and distance temper their love or will they both find each other again.

Underestimated by kateandanthonyaremyparents Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: What if at the start of the season Kate realized she was allowed to go after her own happiness? What if from the beginning Edwina was clear about her wanting to be independent and told Kate this in her own, troubled way? Kate goes after Lord Bridgerton, Edwina wants his attention too… It's clear who would win, but what happens in the meantime?

Unexpected Happiness by ALoveforJaneAusten Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: After Aubrey Hall, Kate fears that her feelings towards Lord Bridgerton will stand in the way of her sister’s happiness, so she decides to leave London and spend some time with an old friend and his wife. Only on arrival to find out that her friend is now called the Duke of Hastings, and before her marriage, his wife was called Daphne Bridgerton.

Votive Deposits by TheSelfishGiant Rating: G, T Status: Complete Summary: Votive Deposits explores what happens if: a. There is no triangle involving beloved sisters b. There is no third party to witness the bee sting c. There’s more of the Bridgersibs

We are family by HarnitBee Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: What if the Sheffields weren’t horrible and agreed to the marriage and got Kate's father a post in England?

we are the dancers, we create the dreams. by Anonymous Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: Anthony and Kate meet earlier at Lady Danbury’s ball before he has time to say something he regrets. Their whole story changes.

We Meet Again by ALoveforJaneAusten Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Anthony goes looking for the mystery woman he met in the park.

Wedlock by SarahRoseSerena Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Kate never shows up to the final ball, instead embarks back to India, and Anthony never gets the chance to tell her he loves her.

White Lilies and Purple Silk by RosesAtDawn Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: After Daphne convinces Anthony not to propose to Edwina when she finds him and Kate in a compromising position, Anthony swears off the marriage mart. Can more chance meetings with Kate and meddling siblings convince him otherwise?

Wild Horses by ronandhermy Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: The Kate says “fuck this” after the half-sister comment and does something for herself. Or, Anthony realizes that there is going to be a scandal so he might as well get what he wants aka Kate: Or the Kate and Anthony run off to Gretna Green story that nobody asked for.

Words, Those Thorn'd Barbs by Natasja Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: "You have kept so much from me! Go! Anywhere else, Kate!" And so Kate did. She was still trying to find passage back to India, but Admiral Croft and his wife, who had conveyed them to England on his retirement voyage, had extended an open invitation to visit, and would perhaps have suggestions on a trustworthy captain who might be able to assist her.'

Would it truly be, so unthinkable a fate? by LoveIsStrong Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: What if Kate fell into the lake with Anthony (and Thomas)? Would Anthony have a similar reaction to the bee-sting, only now it would play out in front of the entire ton? What if Anthony heard Edwina’s half-sister remark? Would he come to Kate’s defense just like he did at the Sheffield dinner? Would these twists of fate make them reconsider what they deemed unthinkable?

You and I are Written in the Stars by TheLadyBridgerton Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: The night before Anthony and Edwina’s wedding, a very drunk Anthony tries to sabotage his nuptials with an impromptu meeting with Kate under the stars.

You Broke Me First by TheLadyBridgerton Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: After being discovered with Kate in the library, Anthony's conversation with Daphne goes a little differently. An AU exploring what might have happened if Anthony had proposed to Kate instead of Edwina

you deserve love too by lovelyangelite Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: What if Anthony didn't immediately agree to Kate's plea to marry Edwina? What if he gave her a chance to reconsider? What if Kate took it?

you drew stars around my scars by IzzieBee Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: Kate and Simon are childhood penpals, and this changes the Sharma's first season.

#masterlist #canon divergence #canon divergence t-z

[jyndor]

for the wip ask, what about “cass and jyn see the eye of aldhani”? it looks amazing 💖 (and the one I liked the most from the list you posted since I adore the aldhani arc and these two kdkssk)

sure lol so a bit of background:

this was prompted by anonymous, who asked for rebelcaptain seeing the eye of aldhani together but i have spent a lot of time trying to think of a way to best make it clear that the dhani people are okay with these particular offworlders watching their ceremony but not participating in it. dhani people seem to be based in part on the sami people, who have closed practices, so i tried to stay true to that. i figured there needed to be a close connection between someone from aldhani and someone who is close with cassian, so cinta and vel are here too - plus any chance to see them, i'll take. i think cinta's a bit too chatty in her dialogue but i'll work on that in edits when the whole fic is finished. maybe next century lmfao.

i've mostly got set-up written. jyn is pregnant with their daughter mari (from this fic here). but i actually started this before i wrote that. this is set in 7 ABY because the next eye would be in 2 BBY, then 1 ABY, 4 ABY and then finally 7 ABY which I think would be the first Eye that they'd actually be able to see. so since i knew jyn would be pregnant then, i used that timing for we are not unspectacular things - which is why jyn is pregnant in 6 ABY and mari is 5 in 12 ABY. unfortunately i feel like now jyn is just pregnant in both of these stories but LOL its fine i've got plenty of ideas for stories in this verse where she is NOT

also this was the first time i started sorting out my personal headcanon for cassian's backstory so festian!clem andor comes up here.

ALDHANI (7 ABY)

Mak-ani bray Dhani. He can still see it in his mind’s eye, for all that he hadn’t really had the time for the spectacle of it all. “Bit of an easier flight this time,” he says as Cinta directs him towards the highlands, where an old friend of her and Vel’s has returned to live and rebuild. From behind him, he hears Vel snort.

The kyber pendants are wide awake against his skin as always, one cool and one warm, buzzing with that eternal energy he can’t quite comprehend. He lands the ship and looks back at Jyn where she’s sitting behind him. She meets his gaze with a raised brow and a warning in her green eyes, her hand resting on her belly. Flight hasn’t been kind to her during her pregnancy, but she's warned him against making a fuss about it in front of the others.

They've decided that Kaytoo would stay behind at home, despite his freshly painted chassis (courtesy of Sabine Wren) marking him as a free droid. The Dhani are distrustful of droids and a KX unit, reprogrammed though he may be, is definitely off the table. 

Outside the Kestrel are two red-haired, fair-skinned women and a dark-skinned boy with thick red-brown curls and big dark eyes. The child breaks out into a toothy grin and barrels into Cinta, wrapping his arms around her.

Cinta smiles down at the boy and Vel kneels in front of him, pulls a stuffed tauntaun from her satchel and says something in Dhani to him. The elder Dhani woman chuckles.

"Cassian, Jyn, this is Giđeš and her sister Suoinná," Vel gestures to the women as she stands back up. "And this is Mielat," she adds, running a hand through the boy's hair.

"Welcome," Giđeš says. "We are happy you could make it, offworlders. We have a short walk home." She looks at Jyn and Cassian tenses. Suoinná laughs and says something in Dhani, and her sister smiles. "Suoi says that you have a spine of steel, friend, and that if you won't let your husband carry your pack, you definitely won't let me."

"I'm fine, I promise," Jyn replies, gritting her teeth. Exhaling, she catches Cassian's eye. "But I will let you know if that changes."

Not for the first time, he feels his chest expand with affection for her.

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While there are more Dhani people here now than there were back when Cassian first came to Aldhani, there is a clear absence of something. Perhaps of sons and daughters and friends. Children cling to people too young or too old to have borne them. 

Mielat, one of the older kids to Cassian’s eye at least, leads the children around the village.

The houses, large tent-like structures that stir something inside of Cassian’s gut, are colorful and earthy, easily dismantled for leave-taking but sturdy. He thinks of the slapdash work of him and his friends on Kenari, plastered-together bits of their parents’ lives after their deaths. They’d stitched Jeron and Mecati’s clothes into their roof and their blankets, fashioned weapons from their bedposts. In Kerri and Kassa, their parents had lived on.

Nearly two decades later, Cassian watches Mielat and the other children braid multi-colored thread into each other’s hair in a circle near one of the great fire pits in the center of the village.

“He’s Gorn’s,” Cinta says from behind him. He startles as she sits beside him on the dray-wool blanket they’ve laid out. Something must show on his face because a brief flash of amusement lights up her eyes. “Hmm. Gotta exercise those reflexes, General.”

“I’m retired,” he replies, looking back towards the children, who have pulled Giđeš and Jyn into the circle. Jyn, who is still so quick to trust despite her better judgment, who loves children so dearly, leans her head back for a little girl with blond curls tangled with red and green thread. “Does he know?”

“Dhanis don’t keep that sort of thing hidden from their children.” Cinta pauses, picks a damp blade of grass from her boot. A rare tell. “He’s not the only child of an Imp. But he was born of love, so there's that.”

“Did you know her? The mother.”

Cinta shakes her head. “No, Gorn approached us after she was killed. I only found out they had a child after the mission, before they razed the Highlands and installed the labor camps." She bites her lip, looks away. "Her name was Rana.”

One of the children, younger than the rest, is pressing his hand to Jyn’s belly, speaking to their baby with a very serious expression on his face. Cassian feels like his whole body is on high alert, searching for any sign of distress in his wife. He has always felt highly aware of her, even before he’d understood that he’d been rapidly crash-landing into love with her. Protective and desperate to watch her back though he’d always been, he’d changed on a cellular level when he’d seen the test results. 

Hormones and DNA and millennia of instincts honed by his ancestors have converged in his blood and the very marrow of his bones. Their child will be born of love, and he and Jyn will be there for them, whoever they are, for as long as possible. It’s something they’ve discussed at length. Plans and promises, so easily broken, but they will try to hold to these. To never choose each other over their baby, to make their family their cause. 

Something bright and sharp flashes above them. Over by the children, Suoinná helps Jyn get to her feet. “It’s almost time,” Vel says from behind them, handing Cinta a mug and placing one beside Cassian. “Mead, Suoinná brews it. It’s that or warm dray milk.”

Cassian tries not to gag at the memory as he brings his mug to his lips. The mead is dry and fruity on his tongue, and a bit herbal. “Thank Suoinná for me,” he replies. “She must put a lot of work into this.”

“I gave her the bottle of Whyren’s I found on your ship, she’s more than happy to let us have some.”

He frowns but Jyn is shaking her head as she approaches. “I said it was fine. You don’t even like it,” his wife adds. Cassian bends his knees and pats the blanket in front of his legs. “You’ll have to roll me off the ground,” she says as she rests her back against his shins. “This was where you all met?”

“Cinta and I, yes,” Vel replies, her voice liquor-warm and lighter than he’s heard it before. “Although I could swear we met some guy named Clem. I couldn’t tell you where this Cassian fellow came from.” The name still grips at his chest, but he feels Jyn reach back and squeeze his knee and the tightening inside him loosens. 

He’d only told Jyn about Clem when they’d taken a mission on Fest with Travia Chan and the Atrivis cell during the war. Huddled together in the cold and damp underground tunnels beneath the old refineries and factories from the Clone Wars, not yet lovers despite the rumors about them, she’d seen through his mask as always - like it was her own and of course, it was. 

“What was it like?” Jyn asks. Cinta looks up to the darkening sky, stoic as always. 

Vel shrugs. “Cassian and I didn’t see it from the ground. Pretty enough from above but terrifying. I was a bit preoccupied though.”

“Chaos,” Cassian says, absently rubbing his thumb against the back of Jyn’s neck. “I’m glad to be down here this time.” 

Cinta is quiet, her dark eyes distant. A low bell tolls twice. A man is standing by the remains of one of the temples and approaches the closest fire pit. Mielat starts to run over to him but Giđeš holds him by his shoulders. Beneath his hand, Jyn is tense with excitement. 

The man sprinkles something into the fire pit that makes it spark and flicker to cheers and cries, and then the Dhanis start to sing. There’s many more pilgrims this time than there were all those years ago, but Cassian can hear the loss mixed in with the joy, and he wonders not for the first time, if any of his people who left, those who left with the Separatists, or who were taken, if they managed to find ways to speak with the Mother, if they ever tried to find anyone else.

There's ways of looking for people, always have been but the New Republic has a system for locating missing and displaced sentients. It's a slow process and has had mixed results. He hasn't tried it yet. Could use his connections to push through the queue, but for what? For some kid to search records and databases and have less clearance and access than he does?

He hasn't looked since Maarva. Has had too much to do, too much to fight for.

The singing gets louder and washes over him, stirring a great and fierce need in him, until it stops. He feels Jyn's ribs expand with a gasp and realizes he's closed his eyes. 

What did the Eye look like to him twelve years ago, Jyn asked. Like a pulling, a great urge to go forward, a path, a call. Green and blue and then violent, vibrant red, and blinding white and gold - glittering and breaking apart around him, like flying through stardust.

Barely minutes or twelve years later, Cassian opens his eyes. It's different from below. Calmer and probably prettier. But it's the people who he finds himself drawn to - the red-haired sisters who hold their cousin's child close, the young father with a toddler on his shoulders, the man leading the ceremony turning back to Mielat and his aunts with a broad grin. The children sitting in their circle, reverent and quiet, thinking of the stories they've been told, stories they will one day tell to their children. Names and places, so much history alive only in folklore.

Vel, who is pressing a kiss to the back of Cinta's hand and pulling her into her arms. Cinta, with tears running down her cheeks and lips, looking for all of the world like she's somewhere else, seeing something else. Perhaps she is; after all, in many ways she is like him.

Cassian looks at Jyn and finds her gazing back at him with her stardust eyes.

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The morning chill is enough to wrench Cassian from underneath the dray-wool blankets in their little … lol not me stopping mid sentence asdhashdlau

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