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marquez-junky8920 · 2 years

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“It's been a long day, why don't we help each other out?"

I want this smut about lewis pls ♥️

The idea is; you & lewis are new parents and as he is busy in the factory, and you’re busy at home and it has been a loooooooong time since you had s*x together and gradually getting sexually frustrated 😭 one day when he gets back home and the baby is asleep so as you both telling each other how the day went he suggests taking advantage and doing it saying “It's been a long day, why don't we help each other out?"

Thank you in advance 💙

Too Long

'Hey love, time to get up.' you heard Lewis' soft voice interrupt your slumber while his long fingers rubbed the length of your bare back. Turning your head to the side, you huffed out a breath and looked at the clock.

6:56am

'Do you have to leave already?' you said, a small pout on your face as you looked up at him dressed in his Mercedes gear. He had a meeting today to go over some new improvements for the start of the season and you were scheduled to stay home with your newborn, Samuel. You and Lewis had decided to have a baby together, and Samuel was now about 4 months old. Parenthood was definitely not easy, but it was the best experience of a lifetime. The only downside to it was that between Lewis being so busy and you being so occupied with a newborn, sex was rarely a topic of conversation recently. You have both been so exhausted that you hadn't had sex with each other since Samuel's birth.

'Yeah, I have to be there for 7:30. I changed Sammy already and fed him for you. He's sitting in his moving chair. He's run over my toes about 5 times, so beware.' he chuckled, kissing your lips.

'He likes a challenge. Just like his daddy.' you giggled, nipping at his bottom lip and watching an internal battle happen in his mind. He couldn't afford to miss this meeting but god did he want to touch you again. Touch you, caress your body, and kiss every stretch mark and freckle that he could find.

'You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.' he grunted, running his hand underneath the covers and feeling the curve of your hip.

'Then do it. You have time.' you bit your lip, feeling goosebumps rise against your body at his feather light touch.

'No I don't. Baby, I have to go.' he sighed, watching as you sat up on the bed with the covers pooling around your hips.

'Go to your meeting then. I'll be here when you get back.' you said, smiling at him as you kissed his lips.

'I'm sorry love. I really want to, I'm just strapped for time.'

'Lewis, it's okay, I promise. I understand.' you said, kissing him once more before getting dressed and following him out into the living room to see Sammy.

'Good morning my handsome.' you cooed at him, watching his small hands grab at you from his chair.

'I will see you guys in a couple hours. I should be home by the time you put him down for his nap after lunch.'

'Okay. Love you honey.'

'I love you too.'

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For once, Lewis' meeting didn't go past the deadline and he was on his way home when he said he would be. You had just put Sammy down for a nap and shut his door when you heard the front door open and close. Turning the corner and seeing your husband standing at the door, you put your finger to your lips to signal him to be quiet and he nodded. You jogged up to him and threw your arms around his neck to hug him, his soft lips against the skin of your neck.

'How was it?' you whispered, going to kiss his lips.

'It sucked.' he said shortly.

'Oh? Why's that?' you asked, making him some coffee in the kitchen. He always loved having a warm cup of coffee when he got home from a long and tough day of meetings.

'We made improvements, but we're still missing something. Something with the engine and we can't figure it out. It's exhausting to pitch ideas to the team only to have them shoot them down.' he sighed, rubbing his hands on his face as he leaned on the counter next to you.

'I'm sorry baby. Have you talked to Toto about it? Maybe see if you can bounce some ideas off of him instead?' you asked softly.

'No, I haven't tried that. I should do that.' he said, watching your nimble fingers grip his coffee cup as you handed it to him.

'Thank you, my love.' he said, his accent making your knees slightly weak.

'Have I ever told you how much I love your accent?' you giggled, kissing his lips before he took a sip of his coffee.

'Mm... A few times. In fact, I specifically remember that you once told me you love it when I dirty talk in your ear as I'm fucking you.' he said, his eyes getting even darker than normal when he saw your jaw drop at his boldness. Normally he wasn't that forward.

'I do miss that.' you sighed, watching his eyes scrape up and down your body before he nodded his head at you.

'How was your day?'

'It was alright. Sammy has been a little fussy today, so it took me forever to get him down for a nap. And then when I was making lunch, I went to grab a plate out of the cabinet and dropped it on the counter. It shattered in my hand and I cut my thumb pretty bad.'

'You're why we can't have nice things.' he chuckled, taking another sip of his coffee and throwing you a flirty look.

'Oh and you thought it ended there? No no, it gets better. As soon as I gave Sammy the first bite of his food, he dirtied his diaper and as I'm changing him, he shits all over me and the wall. So I had to clean myself and the wall before I could finish changing him. So in total, I've shattered glass and been yelled at and shit on today. Literally.'

'But you're still a good mom.' he said, reassuring you when he felt a twinge of your insecurity come out. You smiled at your feet before looking bashfully up at him.

'You think so?'

'I know so baby. You are a fabulous mother. And an even better wife.' he groaned, setting you on the counter in front of him and standing in between your legs. His lips went to your neck and you slowly felt his tongue works its way into the mix. Rolling your head to the side, you whimpered when he took the skin at the base of your neck between his teeth.

'Mm... I miss that noise.' he chuckled, snaking his hands down to the small of your back. 'It's been a long day, why don't we help each other out?' he lilted just above a whisper. That sounded like music to your ears.

'I'm not going to say no.' you giggled when he scooped you off of the counter and carried you to the bedroom. He softly shut the bedroom door behind him with his foot and carefully laid you on the mattress, his eyes going to how your hair splayed along the white sheets.

'You are so fucking stunning.' he said in awe, shaking his head lightly as he looked down at you.

'You're not too bad yourself there, king.' you said lowly, your voice sending a shiver down his spine. Theses past 4 months, he felt like he's hardly had time to spend just alone with you. And now that he had that time, he was effected by things now that wouldn't have effected him as much before.

'You think so?' he nodded lightly, leaning back over you.

'Yeah.'

'Yeah?' he chuckled, listening to you try and hold in your laughs when he nibbled lightly at the sweet spot on your neck. His hands traced under your shirt and you felt his thumbs run just below your breasts. He quickly removed your t-shirt and your yoga pants - although he was sad to see the pants go because of how good they made your ass look. With you laying naked in front of him, he had to take a moment to think of which part of you he wanted to start with. Thinking quickly, he started with your sensitive breasts. His tongue seemed to run over the smooth skin like it was candy and he groaned when he felt your nipple in his mouth for the first time in a long time. Your back arched desperately into his touch as your hand went to his hair.

Delicious sounds continued to fall from your lips as his head slowly moved down your body, taking his time to run his lips around your inner thighs and your sex. Just as he was about to kiss your clit, he stripped himself of his clothes and you saw his want for you very clearly displayed.

'I can't wait any longer. I want you so bad.' he said, moving onto the bed in a rush and pushing you further up before turning you onto your stomach. Excitement coursed through your veins as you felt his searing touch go further up your back and then tracing back down to the top of your ass. He ran himself through your folds briefly before pushing inside you and wasting no time at all. His movements were quick, yet inhumanely precise. It felt like he was rearranging your insides, but after almost 5 months of not feeling him inside you, it felt amazing.

'Fuck, I missed this pussy.' he groaned out, a twinge going straight between your legs at his filthy words. Your breasts were bouncing underneath you as you stood up on your arms, looking over your shoulder at him to see his head thrown back in a silent moan.

'Harder baby.' you whined, listening to a growl resonate from deep within him as he grabbed your hair and increased his hips effortlessly.

'Oh fuck..' you moaned out, feeling him in your stomach repeatedly. 'Just like that, ahhh!' you whined loudly.

'Mm... You like it rough, don't you? My dirty little girl.' he groaned, slapping your ass and taking a rough hold of it in his hand.

'Yes! Yes, oh god yes.' you rambled, words seeming to avoid you like the plague at the moment.

'Cum for me baby. Let me see you fall apart again.' he grunted, feeling his own release get closer and closer with each thrust he gave.

'Oh god I'm cumming!' you moaned, falling against the mattress below you as you came undone for him. After not having an orgasm for so long, this felt like you were both in heaven and hell all at once. Your body convulsed against him, small chants of his name falling from your lips as he slammed into you one last time before releasing into you with an animalistic groan.

'I love you.' he sighed against your back, kissing your spine before pulling out and falling next to you on the bed.

'I love you too.' you said, still slightly in a daze from your powerful orgasm. Your thighs were still shaking when his hand gently caressed the skin there.

'You know... We do have some more time before Sammy wakes up. We could take round 2 to the shower.'

'That's where we conceived the first one.' you chuckled as he snorted out a laugh.

'Well if we conceive number 2, then so be it. I'm sure Sammy wouldn't mind a brother or sister.'

'Then let's get busy, daddy.' you giggled and squealed as he chased you to the bathroom.

END

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 3 years

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 158: A Man After Midnight, pt. 3 of 3

Pairing: Captain Swan

Summary: A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

Other Chapters: ( 1) (2) ( 3) ( 4) ( 5) (6) ( 7) ( 8) ( 9) ( 10) ( 11) ( 12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31) (32) (33) (34) (35) (36) (37) (38) (39) (40) (41) (42) (43) (44) (45) (46) (47) (48) (49) (50) (51) (52) (53) (54) (55) (56) (57) (58) (59) (60) (61) (62) (63) (64) (65) (66) (67) (68) (69) (70) (71) (72) (73) (74) (75) (76) (77) (78) (79) (80) (81) (82) (83) (84) (85) (86) (87) (88) (89) (90) (91) (92) (93) (94) (95) (96) (97) (98) (99) (100) (101) (102) (103) (104) (105) (106) (107) (108) (109) (110) (111) (112) (113) (114) (115) (116) (117) (118) (119) (120) (121) (122) (123) (124) (125) (126) (127) (128) (129) (130) (131) (132) (133) (134) (135) (136) (137) (138) (139) (140) (141) (142) (143) (144) (145) (146) (147) (148) (149) (150) (151) (152) (153) (154) (155) (156) (157) (159) (160) (161) (162) (163) (164) (165) (166) (167) (168) (169) (170) (171) (172) (173) (174)

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Hi! My name is Henry and I’m a dog. My human, Emma, says I’m a miniature black goldendoodle because my mom was a golden retriever and my dad was a miniature black poodle. Today is the best day ever, and I wanted to tell you the story of how we got here.

It all started a loooooooong time ago. It was so long ago, the springtime went away and came back again. Anyway, that day started like any other. I went out first thing in the morning, barked at a few birds, sniffed around my yard to see if anyone had been by to visit, and even got to chase a bunny. Then Emma fed me, and I got to snuggle with her while she drank some of that hot, fragrant stuff she calls coffee.

It was one of those good days, the days when Emma doesn’t leave. (I don’t understand why humans leave. Staying home and being together is the best. Why would you want to go anywhere?)

That morning, she decided to do something funny. She said something about working out, and then she turned on the TV, and there was music, and she started jumping around. I didn’t know what was going on, but I figured she probably wanted to play, because playing’s the best. I found my favorite tennis ball and brought it to her, but she just laughed and kept on jumping around.

I just don’t get humans at all.

That was when we first met Killian. I’d seen him before. He lived outside our front window, and he had a dog that looked kind of like my mom. I used to whine all the time about wanting to go see them. I knew that dog and I would be best friends, and he lived soooo close. I couldn’t understand why Emma didn’t take us over there so we could play. Playing is the best and meeting new friends is even better!

Anyway, Killian came to our door, and at first it didn’t seem like Emma liked him. She wanted to make him go away, but I didn’t! I could tell right away that Killian was the best kind of person. He was a dog person.

Sometimes when your human is being stubborn, you have to take things into your own paws. I did the polite thing and greeted him with kisses and barks of joy. He seemed to like it. He laughed and started petting me, and then Emma finally finally decided to let him come in and stay.

(I wished he’d brought his dog with him, but I guess meeting one new friend is better than meeting none.)

Emma and Killian talked for a long time, and then just before he left, they did that weird thing humans do where they smush their lips together. Emma used to do that sometimes with other men that came to our home, but I didn’t like them. They weren’t dog people and they made Emma cry. I was glad when they stopped coming over.

The next day was a really exciting day. The next day we finally got to go over to Killian’s house, and I got to meet his dog, Smee. Smee is my bestest friend ever! We had so much fun running and jumping and wrestling and playing tug of war while our humans talked and then spent a long time doing that lip smush-together thing. Later on, they took Smee and me for a long walk. Best. Day. Ever!

(Later that night, Emma talked to Ruby on that little box she puts up to her ear. I like Ruby. She always gives me treats. Anyway, Emma told Ruby about Killian, and Ruby got all excited and asked if there was any making out, and Emma got kind of embarrassed, but admitted there was and that Killian was a really good kisser.)

Ever since then, we’ve seen Killian and Smee just about every day. Sometimes we go to his house, and sometimes he comes here. Sometimes Emma and Killian leave together, and Smee and I are stuck at home alone. I don’t like those nights, but at least now Smee and I get to stay together instead of being alone.

I remember one night a few months ago. Emma and Killian left us at our place that night, and then they went somewhere. When they came back Emma brought Killian over to the couch, and they started doing the lip smush thing again (I think that’s what they call kissing). They did it for a long time, petting each other and tilting their heads to get closer.

When Emma pulled away, she smiled, and it looked like she had tears in her eyes, but not the bad kind of tears, the good kind. The kind that meant she was really, really happy. She put her hand on his face, stroking him gently, and then she said it. “Killian, I love you.”

This made him happy. His smile was huge. He said, “I love you too, Swan. More than anything.”

Then Killian surged forward and kissed Emma again, knocking her back until they were laying flat on the sofa, Killian covering Emma. Emma laughed, before hugging him to her and kissing him back.

Killian and Smee stayed all night that night. Ever since then, we spend most nights together.

And that brings us to a couple weeks ago

Emma and Killian had one of their dates planned, and Killian came over while Emma was still getting ready. He came in and started petting me, but I could tell he was distracted.

“Henry, m’boy,” he said in a low voice, “I have a secret to tell you.”

He’d reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. He opened it, and inside was something he called a ring. He seemed to think it was a big deal, but I sniffed it, and it didn’t really smell like anything. Humans get excited about the weirdest things.

“I’m going to propose tonight,” Killian says, “and if all goes well, she’ll say yes, and we’ll get to all be a family.”

I didn’t really know what a family was; Emma had never had one before, but it sounded like a good thing.

When Emma and Killian came back from their date, Emma had the ring on her finger, and both she and Killian were happier than I’d ever seen them. When Emma’s happy, I’m happy, and whatever Killian did made her so happy, you’d think someone forgot she’d already eaten and gave her dinner a second time.

There was so much kissing that night and so much...whatever it is the humans do in the bedroom alone together. So much joy! I didn’t even really know what was happening, but their happiness made me happy.

The next morning, when Emma and Killian got up, they started talking about looking for a place. They were gone a lot that week, and everytime they came home, they smelled like they’d been to a different place.

I didn’t know what they were doing until today. Today they took Smee and me on a car ride to a brand new house with a huge, fenced in backyard with lots of new things to sniff and lots of birds to chase. Emma told me this was going to be our new home, and we were going to live there together with Killian and Smee forever.

I guess this is what Killian meant by family: people and pets that live together and love each other forever and always, and you know what? I like family. I really, really like family.

And that’s the story of why today is the best day ever.

Gotta go! Smee just saw a squirrel in our backyard, and we need to chase it! I love our new house!

Who would have guessed all of this could come from my human doing a workout on an ordinary spring morning?

The end!

Notes:

--After some consideration, I decided that A Man After Midnight needed one last chapter, mainly because Bear would never let me hear the end of it if Henry and Smee didn’t at least get to have a pup play date. I mean, a CS romance is all well and good, but we can’t forget the most important part of the story--the dogs. So here you have it, Emma and Killian’s love story through the eyes of Henry.

--Up next: Not a clue. If you have any prompts or suggestions, let me know!

NEXT CHAPTER-->

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tellyouwhatilike · 4 years

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WILDFLOWER PART 1 - CALUM HOOD

So this is what I’ve been working on! I’m finishing part 2 as I post this. I really hope y’all like this, it’s been super fun to write and I haven’t posted any new writing in a loooooooong time- so please let me know what you think! <3

Part one does not contain any smut, part 2 will 100% be smut lol.

WARNING: This contains mature language and subject matters, 18+ please!!

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PART ONE

“Cal!” An excited voice called from across the large patio.

Calum’s head whipped around while his eyes searched the scantily-clad crowd at one of this month’s industry networking events the label requested he attend. He had to admit, this was one of the more amusing ones, a themed pool party with a barbeque style spread. With that signature phony, ostentatious LA touch to it, of course. This is the kind of thing Calum typically steered clear of in the past; less so since officially uprooting his life to Los Angeles and being conditioned by his band’s record label to make appearances at gatherings like this on a regular basis. His eyes finally landed on his target and his lips curled up instantly—the melodic voice that had called out his name over the masses of valleyspeak blending together in the background, and subsequently, the only true reason he’d agreed to represent the band tonight at this function.

“My, my, my; look what we have here” he said with cheeky implication as he took a moment to slowly look her up and down with a shit-eating grin spread across his face, leaving his eyes squinted and cheeks rounded. She looked even better than he remembered, her long tousled hair neatly spilling over her shoulder just how he’d always liked it. It had been months since he’d seen her in the flesh and the sight of her was enough to make him feel giddy to his core.

“I’m so glad you could make it” she replied with a breathy laugh, cheeks slightly flushed as her arms wrapped around his neck for a quick squeeze ‘hello.’ In that moment, she was very pleased with her decision to wear her sleek black one-piece suit under her cutoff shorts with a red lip—a combination that always delivered. His palm lingered across the span of her waist around her back, squeezing gently, letting it run down to her hip before letting go. When they parted from their embrace and their eyes met, Calum’s cheeky confidence quickly turned shy and boyish, as it typically does.

“Yeah, me too. This is—this is quite the soiree.” He motioned to the mingling bodies around them. “Um, so how have you been, how was Morocco?” He looked down awkwardly at his shoes for a brief moment, cursing himself and nature for not being smoother. Trying not to come off too eager although he’d been thinking about this interaction daily for nearly a year now, whether they had been speaking or not.

They had been engaging in a modest flirtation for months and months now, they had tried going on a handful of dates right around the time the band came back to LA from touring to focus on writing the following album, ‘Calm.’ The term ‘dates,’ however, should be used loosely; Calum’s record label doesn’t approve of the guys getting snapped by paps casually dating around. Rules have certainly been broken in the past— but he figured, since they’d only just met, it wasn’t worth the headaches that these things cause on the harsh world that is the internet. People always talk and it tends to confuse the masses. So, they opted for more intimate yet appropriate venues for their rendezvous like dinner at Calum’s outdoor living space, tight knit shin-digs at his bandmate Michael’s house, or lengthy facetime calls from their respective home couches.

Calum was absolutely smitten- a feeling so new to him, he couldn’t even remember if he’d ever felt it with anyone else before. He was also terrified things would fall apart just like they always had in the past, she ran free and untamed, never staying in one place long enough to make lasting connections, making Calum wary of her potentially leaving and breaking his heart. He could always see it in her face, there was a wild side to her that she couldn’t explain. Things quickly began to prove too consuming for him as he tried to juggle really getting to know her, despite his reservations, and focusing on pouring his heart into the upcoming record. He’s the type to completely immerse himself in whatever it is that’s important to him, so he felt it wasn’t fair to them or his art if they continued building on the relationship. The pair chalked it up to poor timing and decided to give each other space while he worked with his band tirelessly on their music for a number of months. Forever the wandering bohemian, she jetted off to spend some time living with friends in Amsterdam and then frolicking about in Morocco for the summer.

Once the record was released, promotion was finished and the tour was completed; he and his band mates arrived back to LA for some much-needed R & R before eventually returning to the writing process to start it all over again. She returned back to her home base, for the time being, sun-kissed and thrilled to be back in the states for one major reason. Calum had spent nearly the whole first month home catching up on sleep, ordering sushi on grubhub and lounging around in boxers doing next to nothing; standard procedure. But now he was fully rested, extremely rejuvenated, and he was eager to get up to no good.

“I’ve been good, yeah, Morocco was gorgeous and…mind-altering…” She trailed off, losing her train of thought while taking in his face, she shook her head slightly. “Wow, it is so nice to see you again.” She reveled, her green eyes catching light of the twinkling strings adorning the canopy above where they stood. “It’s been a while, huh?” Her cheeks swelled up as she flashed him a smile and attempted to calculate quite how long it had been in her head, remembering some of the last times they hung out vividly. Thoughts shifting to his scent, how he looked different but it was somehow even better than before, the way he had to look down to meet her gaze, the hand he had pressed against her waist when he greeted her earlier, how she felt at ease and wired at the same time to be in his presence.

“Way too long” He said through a toothy smile, already having to remind himself of how they vowed to take things slowly over the text messages leading up to tonight, and simultaneously imagining leaving cherry red marks down the length of her neck. He couldn’t stop sneaking glimpses of her exposed skin and imagining her dark hair splayed across his crisp white sheets or holding her tightly while she wore one of his old t shirts, he desperately hoped that’s where this night was headed. His tongue slipped out and ran its way over his bottom lip when the thin black strap of her bathing suit slipped down her shoulder, his hand moving before the rational side of his brain had any time to talk him out of it. He gently brushed her hair back to expose her bare shoulder and slid the strap back up into place for her, their eyes meeting as his hand lingered there for a moment too long. His jaw tensed as he pulled his hand away, looking down briefly, she swallowed and made herself busy with her champagne flute. He swore he could feel little tiny electric sparks flying each time his skin met hers. “Sorry” He muttered, ever apologetic.

“Don’t be” She said softly and gave him ‘the eyes,’ the eyes that Calum still thought about before he fell asleep some nights. A face that looked like it came straight out of his dreams, innocent yet sinister all rolled into one, making him shiver. A face he couldn’t help but imagine staring up at him while she takes him into her mouth slowly, then all at once. Quite a regular fantasy he’d been having these days, this face felt like she was giving an open invitation to daydream of her. They’d been calling or texting almost daily for around two weeks since she arrived back home, anticipation rising with each passing day.

“So,” He cleared his throat some, “What are you doing after this?” He asked, meaning for it to come off more charming than it did. “I mean, would you want to go hang out somewhere… else? Or something.” He suddenly regretted going in for the kill so soon, he couldn’t read her expression, though he thought if he stared at her pouty pink lips and long dark lashes for long enough, he might. She smirked to herself and let out a chuckle, using her index finger to poke him in the chest. He, rather dramatically, twisted his face up and rubbed the spot vigorously with his palm.

“Owww!” He whined, wide eyed and feigning disdain. “What did you do that for?” He carried on while she rolled her eyes playfully. Tired of the party’s cold chickpea ‘cheeseburger’ sliders and shallow conversation, she decided to speed this process along. She was no fool, they’d both been waiting for this very moment as an excuse to hang out alone again.

“Let’s get out of here.” She leaned in to put her lips up close to his ear, brushing her palm up against his bicep lightly. She pulled back to look him in the eyes, a little smile taking over her plush lips his eyes kept finding their way back to. “I wanna come to your house” She stated, stepping forward slightly to close the space between them, her scent creeping up into his nasal passages and making his mouth go dry imagining how sweet she’d taste.

“Yeah,” He cleared his throat, his eyes widening. “Sure… I mean, yeah, sounds good. I’ll grab the car.” He said, trying (and failing) to sound as cool as possible, turning abruptly and b-lining for the gate, lightning suddenly coursing through his veins at the thought of what was to come. Once to the car, he used the mirror to check his hair as he pulled around to the front drive of the house, moving it around and smoothing it down, not making much of a difference with his recently-buzzed ‘do. Now, he knew exactly where the night was going.

(To be continued...)

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stormyblue90 · 4 years

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Remembrance

Decided to write a bit of a bittersweet Kassidas ficlet. I have another, happy idea to write later, but I wanted this one out of the way first. You can get a palate cleaner whenever I end up writing it!

Pairing: Kassandra/Brasidas Assasins Creed Odyssey

warnings: canon character death... and possible tears reading this...

Golden light from the evening sun glinted off the edge of a bronze shield, set beneath an old willow tree. Kassandra sat before the small memorial she had built in front of her childhood home. It was small, simple, and centered around an old, battle worn Spartan shield. A small engraved plaque lay before it, reading the name "Brasidas of Sparta, Son of Tellis and Argileonis of Sparta".

It was the anniversary of the Battle of Amphipolis and Kassandra spent much of the day mourning the loss of the great general, her love. She remembered their last night together before the Fates so cruelly snatched him away, sending him to Hades. Tears threatened to fall, as they always did when she thought of him on this day.

"And what of these?" Brasidas asked, tracing the prominent scars on Kassandra's right arm. She had nestled herself in his arms, head under his chin. Both in a state of undress due to their earlier lovemaking.

"A very nasty pack of wolves on Kephallonia." Kassandra replied, "They were terrorizing a small farm. I think I was only sixteen at the time. Before I really made a name for myself as a Misthios. Another, more experienced mercenary WAS going to hunt them down, but he was a braggart and I beat him to it."

Brasidas laughed lightly at the thought of a teenage Kassandra taking on a pack of wolves, no doubt determined to prove herself and show up an older prideful mercenary, and too stubborn to back down from such a challenge. "Why am I not surprised you started such a life so young?"

She shrugged. "Not much a choice really. When you've been trained to fight, and your...'caretaker' is a bumbling idiot, you learn quickly becoming a Misthios is your best option."

He gently nuzzled into her loose hair, kissing the top of her head. Both were silent for a moment, before Kassandra spoke up.

"But... I do sometimes wonder what a simpler life would be like." she admitted.

"Is that so? And what kind of life do you dream of?"

Kassandra thought about it for a moment. In truth she wasn't sure she'd ever have such a life. A lifetime of fighting, surviving, and since she left Kephallonia, on the run from all manner of enemies.

"I'm...not entirely sure." she answered, "I just know one things family, my family."

Brasidas smiled, "Well, you've already started on such a path. You have your mater, your old house."

Kassandra sobered, "Just...need to bring my brother back. I promised Mater after all."

They both knew that would be no simple task, if it could be accomplished. Alexios suffered a lifetime of torture and brainwashing at the hands of the Cult, to be twisted and warped into their weapon, Deimos. However if anyone could do it, it'd be the Eagle Bearer Kassandra. Brasidas was confident she'd fight the entire pantheon if she had to.

"You will. I know it. You're too strong and stubborn." he replied, causing a small chuckle to erupt from Kassandra, lightening her mood. "But... perhaps you could have more." he added, a sense of unsureness in his voice as he trailed off.

Kassandra lifted her head to look at him, "What do you mean?" she asked.

Brasidas momentarily averted her gaze, suddenly seeming nervous. Rather uncharacteristic of the brave and confident Spartan she knew.

"Well, perhaps in the future, when this is all over of course... and you've reunited your family, we- I mean you..."

"Yes?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He swallowed the nervous lump in his throat. "You... would choose to be my wife?" he finished, finally meeting her gaze again.

Kassandra's eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up at his proposal. His eyes looked so nervous and vulnerable, afraid she'd say no and break his heart.

"I-I would not stop you from taking contracts, and I understand if you don't want to-" he quickly stammered, feeling like she'd reject him, she was a misthios, always on the move after all. Settling down just didn't seem like something she'd WANT; dream of perhaps, but not actively pursue it.

Brasidas' fears were quickly expunged from his mind as Kassandra's lips slammed into his own, her hands cradling his face.

"Yes! By the gods YES!" She answered when she pulled away, a huge smile beaming on her face.

Brasidas returned with an equally bright smile of his own as she pressed her forehead against his. He kissed the tip of her nose as she laughed joyfully.

"I love you." He whispered.

"And I love you." Kassandra replied, kissing her lover once again.

A single tear fell down Kassandra's cheek at the memory. That had been their last night together. The Battle of Amphipolis tragically ripped him from her life.

While she had succeeded in bringing her brother home, she'd be lying if she said there wasn't a small part of her that wanted to kill him for taking Brasidas from her. However Kassandra pushed that thought out of her mind. It was the monster Deimos and the Cult that killed her lover, not her brother. Not Alexios.

She did promise Myrrine she'd do whatever it took to bring him back. Kassandra also had other reasons for sparing him, one BECAUSE of Brasidas. She learned from him that not every solution has to end in death when she spared Lagos and saved his family. However one she had yet to reveal to her mother at the time. A reason she only discovered shortly after finding out Aspasia was the Ghost of Kosmos, and killing her. After that, she refused to spill any more blood if she could avoid it.

"Mater!" a small voice called, pulling Kassandra out of her memory and back to the present.

A little girl of six came running out of the house, carrying wooden dolls in her hands. Kassandra turned towards her daughter. Every time she looked at her, she saw Brasidas, their daughter looked so much like him. She had his pale, hazel-brown eyes. However it wasn't just the color that was the same, but the compassionate nature he possessed in them as well; but like him could be filled determined ferocity.

"Yes Phoibe?" Kassandra answered as the little girl ran over and settled herself in her mother's lap.

"They're finished!" Phoibe exclaimed, holding up the little wooden dolls she carried.

"Oh did Grandmater help you with those?" Kassandra asked.

Phoibe nodded, "Uh-huh. And Grandpater too!"

Of course he did. Kassandra thought, it seemed Nikolaos was doing everything possible to be the father he couldn't long ago for his granddaughter. From the moment he first held little Phoibe, he vowed he wouldn't make the same mistakes again with his family. He'd make it up to the children and wife he failed a lifetime ago.

Phoibe showed off the dolls as she placed them on the memorial, in front of Brasidas' shield.

"Here's Pater!" she explained, placing a wooden doll depicting a man with a shield, spear, and red cloth for a cloak wrapped around it. "Aaaand you Mater..." she continued, this time a figure of a woman with a broken spear in hand. "Then ME!" she exclaimed as she placed a much smaller child figure in front.

Kassandra smiled warmly, Phoibe loved making little dolls and other toys with her grandparents. "Aren't you forgetting some?" She asked.

"Oh yeah!" Phoibe dug into her pocket and pulled out a tiny, bird shaped carving. "Ikaros!" She cried, as the the eagle himself cheeped happily from the tree branch he was perched on.

"I didn't have enough material to make everyone else though... But I will!" she admitted. "Uncle Alexios said he wanted to help this time when he comes back."

"Did he now?"

Phoibe nodded. Alexios always left Sparta on this day, likely the guilt and shame he felt was too much to stay around his sister and niece. He still blamed himself for Kassandra losing her lover, for his niece never knowing her father. Even if Kassandra eventually forgave him.

She still remembered the look of intense pain and guilt on his face when Phoibe asked why she didn't have a father like her friends. She was four at the time. There was no point in lying to her. They told her the truth, that her beloved uncle killed him before she was born. However Alexios said it was a monster called Deimos inside him that killed the girl's father. He wasn't wrong, but when he admitted it he was terrified the niece he came to love would hate him. She never did. When she asked if the monster was gone, he nodded, saying he and his family killed it a long time ago. It was then she hugged him tightly, saying he wasn't a monster, he was her uncle, and she still loved him. Alexios broke down in tears and hugged her back when she said it.

Phoibe spoke up again. "He said he wanted to help because he wanted to make sure I made him look really strong and powerful... and to make Uncle Stentor ugly enough."

Kassandra snorted as she laughed, hugging her daughter close as she giggled back. "I see then." she answered.

For a few minutes she just held Phoibe close, admiring her daughter's handiwork. She was getting better at making her little toys. Her daughter was a fast learner both in creating toys, and in fighting. Kassandra made sure to keep with the family tradition of training her daughter to fight as well as the Spartan boys, better she hoped.

"Do you think Pater would be proud of me? I pray to Hermes all the time that he gets my messages." Phoibe asked innocently.

Kassandra kissed the top her head. "He IS proud of you Phoibe. And he loves you so much." She answered.

"Really?" Phoibe replied, looking up.

"Yes. He lives in Elysium now, and Hermes brings him ALL of your messages." Kassandra answered. "And one day, a loooooooong time from now, after you've had thousands of adventures, you'll get to see him. You'll get to tell him everything yourself."

"And Great Grandpater too!" the little girl added.

"Oh yes, him too. In fact I bet your Pater and he are fishing together in Elysium."

"Catch a big one Pater!" Phoibe called out towards the sky, causing another laugh to erupt from her mother.

While Brasidas had been taken from her life, he was not truly gone. He still lived on in her memory, in their daughter. It was during these moments, as Kassandra held her daughter in front of his memorial, on this day every year, she felt his presence beside her. Enveloping her as if hugging her and their daughter. As if his spirit was granted a brief visit from Hades on this day, to spend a small moment with his family until the day they could be reunited in Elysium.

#Assassins Creed Odyssey #Assassins Creed #Kassandra #Brasidas #Kassidas #my writing #oneshot #Let's see if I make anyone cry from this...#please let me know what you think #Don't worry I'll write a MUCH happier fluffier one soon.

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kasterisk-of-the-void · 4 years

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Act 1: Sayu -- Sailor Ningyo

{I finally finished the first part of Sailor Sayu!! I’ll be writing this like how the Sailor Moon Crystal episodes go and how it mirrors the manga! I don’t have AO3 atm but eventually I’ll put it up there too. Anyways~ happy reading~!} --Kasterisk

The sound of an immensely loud phone alarm erupted throughout the house, completely shattering the serenity of the morning. After a few minutes of ringing, a sleepy hand sluggishly dragged its way across to press the "off" option. A voice from the downstairs called out once silence was regained. "Heyyy! You better be getting ready for school up there or else you're going to be late!" Of course this would fall on deaf ears as a sleepy figure slowly rose up from the cutely decorated bed sheets. Upon closer inspection, the drowsy figure was revealed to be a young girl with messy white hair. She blinked her vibrant eyes awake in her sleepy daze. "What time is it...?" She mumbled, glancing over at her phone. Grasping it she opened up the home screen to see...uh-oh. "Oh no! I really am going to be late again!" She exclaimed, throwing the covers off her body in a hurry.

Who exactly was this girl that was warned of being late? Well, the answer is simple. This is Sayu, a sixteen year-old teen who's attending her tenth grade year in high school. Unfortunately, her attendance record never seemed to be pleasant, given that she was throwing on her uniform haphazardly every morning. She thundered down the stairs hurriedly, not even eating breakfast before she was already out the door. "I have to go now bye-byeeeeee!!" The woman that was her caretaker sighed softly while she watched the young girl dash down the street. "I swear with that girl..." She lightly laughed, adjusting her glasses to read the latest news report about the current fixation of a beautiful heroine in Vinyl City.

"I'm going to be in trouble again!" Sayu whined while sprinting as fast as her legs could carry her. She couldn't get herself out of trouble knowing that her teachers would scold her for being late more frequently these days. However, due to not paying attention in front of her, she felt her footing slip and immediately hit the concrete. "O-Ow..." She rubbed her head in pain before looking behind her to see what made her trip. Wait, was that a cat?! A wave of guilt immediately washed over her as she leapt upwards, scooping the cat into her arms. "Oh no I'm so sorry little kitty! I didn't see you there!" She apologized to the animal with teary eyes. Yet, the cat didn't seem to be so focused on the injury, instead it was scratching at the objects placed upon its head. 'Huh...that's strange. Why would a cat need band-aids?' She thought with a puzzled expression. The cat seemed to be very bothered by them...maybe she should take them off?

Apprehensively she undid the band-aids by peeling them off the cat's fur. Yet, as soon as she did, the cat quickly leapt away from her and onto a wall. Sayu turned her head to see the cyan-colored creature staring right back at her. When she looked at the cat's forehead she was met with the sight of a golden music note right where the band-aids were. "That's one strange birthmark..." She whispered, mesmerized by the cat's gaze. Suddenly, the sound of the school bell went off around the area, quickly snapping Sayu from her trance. "Wait!! I'm almost there please don't count me as late!!" Sayu shouted, running towards the school gates in a futile attempt to be there on time. She shouldn't have gotten so distracted with that cat and now she was going to be in even more trouble!

And she was exactly right. Upon setting foot into her classroom, she was immediately sent back into the hall by her teacher who was fuming at her. "Oh my...late again...and I promised that I would get better at that!" She lamented as she stood alone. Not too long after, Sayu received her lecture from her teacher as well as her last test grade. Needless to say, her grades were also in need of a desperate spruce up. Even her classmates and friends were having a much better time with their schooling than she was. Though, if you asked her personally, she would tell you that she wasn't exactly so focused on school like how she should. After all, she wanted to make relationships with her peers and have tons and tons of friends! It was a simple wish she had ever since she was little.

Come lunchtime, Sayu sat with her peers as they talked about their various topics and interests. "So have you heard about that music store that got robbed that one time? Well, turns out that Sailor E was the one who saved it. Ironically, that same store is having a sale after all the hoopla." Sayu's classmate, Gigi informed the group. This made the white haired girl perk up in interest. "Really? Sailor E is always doing good things for other people!" She replied, slipping some shellfish into her mouth. Another girl then stood up as she posed dramatically to likely fantasize about the ordeal. "We just have to go down there! Can you imagine all the songs and music styles we could have if we go?" "Of course you'd be the most excited, Celine." Sayu giggled happily while the others joined in laughter. Lunchtime eventually ended and so the students went back to finish the rest of their day.

Later on that afternoon, the group did end up going to the music store that Gigi mentioned. They all stared and fawned over the seemingly endless amounts of records and big brand instruments...and apparently so did all the adults! In fact there were so many people there it became hard to even get in. Sayu sighed, glancing down at her test that she held in her hands. There was zero chance that she would get anything nice with such a bad score like that. Maybe next time she could get a better score in order to get cool music stuff like the others? "I can't show Miss Barbara this...she'll be super duper mad that I flunked!" She said as she folded up the paper and tossed it away from her. Though instead of landing it into a trashcan, she ended up hitting someone behind her with it! "Hey-- my gorgeous face isn't a trashcan!"

"Huh--?" Sayu turned around to see where the voice was coming from and was met with the figure of a guy. He had white hair almost exactly like her own, including a few strands that seemed to stand alone like her cowlick. His eyes were a vivid white with black sclerae, and his body seemed to be...mechanical? Well it wasn't that strange given that there were tons and tons of different people these days. If anything, Sayu found it incredibly neat! Although, the tuxedo he was wearing kind of gave her the thought of a grandiose party to be attended.

A moment of silence passed between the two as they kept staring at each other. About five minutes had passed and the stranger broke eye contact with her to look at the folded up piece of paper. "Wait please don't-!!" But it was too late for Sayu's plea as the other was witness to the dreadful test score. "Wow, a 30 point test grade? You really should study more often, maybe I could tutor you?" He chuckled with a grin on his face. Sayu blinked her eyes at him, stunned. 'How mean!!!' She thought angrily in her head and quickly snagged the test away from him. "You're so mean! You don't need to look at that!!" She retorted, running away from the tuxedo wearing male. He watched her dash away from sight...though it appeared that his attention was drawn towards the bustling music shop. "...Maybe I will find what I'm looking for here." A mutter left his lips for no one else to hear.

However, to both parties, neither would know of the nefarious plot festering inside the store by the salesperson at this very minute. 'I'll collect all the minds of these people to only support the power of rock, and soon our takeover will begin.' It thought quietly while it watched the citizens browse and buy almost every record the store had. Little did it know though, one purple haired girl seemed to be quite nosy about where all these special items were being stored...

Meanwhile with the now downtrodden Sayu, she still dwelled on the horrible test she had. She needed to desperately distract herself from what just happened with that...who even was he anyway? He could surely use some more kindness in his life that's for sure. Walking along she managed to catch sight of the local arcade, one of her favorite places to be in. She always favored the bright colors, the hues the building gave off, and how much fun others were having. In a way it was like her home away from home. As she stepped inside, her face instantly lit up when she saw her favorite worker. "Zam!! Hi hi!" She waved rapidly to greet the bearded man. The said man looked over to see his favorite customer with the same energy she had. "Sayu! Just gotten out of school for the day? Are you here to play your favorite game again?" He asked, rustling the girl's hair. Sayu burst into a fit of giggles as she nodded her head in response. Zam then pointed to the DDR game in the middle of the machines. "Lucky for you, you're the only one really here today so you can go crazy as much as you want!" It didn't take more than a second before Sayu was already turning on the game and stretching her legs. When she had time to play, she liked to dance and even sing some of the songs provided by the arcade game. Zam watched the young girl dance around with enough energy to power up a whole house, still smiling. She was his favorite customer by far, he even cheered for her to get new high scores when she played.

Sayu ended up spending hours upon hours playing the game until her feet nearly gave out. Time really flies when you're having fun, huh? The girl hopped off the dance machine, a yawn leaving her lips. "I should go home, it's been a loooooooong day." She said softly while picking up her stuff. "Alright, be careful on the way back! And don't forget-- hm? Now what do we have here?" A sudden meow sounded through the arcade, gaining the attention of the worker and customer. Once they peered over a counter Sayu gasped with surprise. It was the strange kitty cat again! "It's the cat from this morning! Hello Miss Kitty, I hope you're not mad at me for earlier!"

'Huh…' Zam scratched his head lightly with a puzzled look, gently knocking his headphones. "This cat has been lingering around here for a few days, not sure why though." He explained to Sayu. The cat in question stared deeply at the girl as soon as she laid eyes on her. Sayu in turn really wanted to play with it but she really needed to be heading home. "Sorry kitty but I can't come play with you, I gotta go home! I'll see you tomorrow Zam, bye!!!" She waved farewell to the man and the mysterious cat, quickly exiting the building.

Whilst she made her way home, in another part of town a crime was happening. That very same store that she visited earlier that day was being ransacked by the very salesperson who was running it. "I have enough power to take back to home base, I shall keep looking for the important disc here." The robotic drone spoke as it searched and made a mess of the main sales floor. As it searched, a creaking noise resonated inside the large room, making it obvious that someone else was present. "Woah...what is all...huh?" The robot eerily turned to Celine, who really showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time. The girl didn't have much time to run before she was caught in a scuffle for her life.

Albeit while that was happening, Sayu had finally returned home for the evening. She of course had to tell her caretaker about the test score...in which she did indeed get a big lecture about it. Completely worn from the lecture and all the events from today, Sayu flopped onto her bed from exhaustion. "I'll get my homework done...another time..." Her words slurred as she soon drifted off to sleep. The girl curled up in her bedsheets, completely immersed into her dreamstate. As she sunk deeper into her dreams, she found herself in an odd setting. She was fighting against what appeared to be a monster of sorts, using crazy signal moves as if she was in a video game. To make matters weirder, the same cat with the weird birthmark from before was just up ahead, trapped in a cage! 'Wow, this reminds me of...the game at the arcade! Wait, am I...?' She pieced the dream together as she used powers that activated just like how her favorite game operated. Using her dream powers she ended up defeating the monster and saving the cat. As she moved forward, she soon realized that she couldn't exactly feel her legs move. 'What--?' She glanced down slowly at her lower half, only to discover that she no longer had legs! Before she could get out another question, she was instantly reawakened by the sensation of something scratching her face.

"Owie!! Where did that--" "Ooh, you're finally awake! And by the way, it's not a birthmark." Turning her face to the right side of her bed, Sayu was met with the small figure perched on the window...which was revealed to be a cat. The same exact cat she had seen multiple times, only this time with a large pink hat. She was even wearing a pair of cute pink sunglasses! Wait a second, did that cat just talk?! "I have been looking everywhere for you, Sayu! My name is Daphne, and you have been chosen to become a sailor guardian!" She said happily, all the while Sayu sat astounded. A sailor guardian? What was that?? Was she still dreaming right now??? "Y'know I didn't expect kids from this planet to use their time like that to bully a cat. How rude of them." Daphne continued with a slightly annoyed tone, "Oh but I have to thank you so much for removing those band-aids they put on me. When they were on, I couldn't tell which way I was going nor where to find the chosen one. So once again, thanks a bunch sweetheart."

Sayu couldn't believe what was happening right now. There was a talking cat, in her bedroom, telling her it's her magical destiny to become some kind of guardian. If that wasn't extremely dreamlike that she didn't know what to tell you. "...And I'm not dreaming, right? You really mean it?!" She asked, a look of eagerness in her eyes. Daphne giggled at the girl's question and removed something from her hat. Out of the hat came a sparkling (yet very unusual) golden brooch, decorated in symbols and gemstones. "This is now yours, Sayu. Please take it!" She insisted for the girl to try it on. Sayu gently picked up the item and placed it over her school ribbon."Oh my gosh, Daphne this is so pretty! Thank you so much!" She thanked the cat, almost forgetting about the bizarreness of the situation.

Daphne then cleared her throat as she observed the girl move around. "Now listen to me, Sayu. There have been strange things going on in Vinyl City, stuff that the police can't figure out. Your mission is to find your allies who will aid you on the quest to defeat your enemies! Another task of your mission is to find and protect the princess and--" She wasn't able to continue her explanation before the pendant Sayu put on began to glow brightly. "Daphne, it's glowing!! What should I do?" "Alright, repeat after me!! As loud as you can, say 'Pyun Prism Power!'" Sayu took a minute to remember the words and took a deep breath. Raising her hand high, she put in all the passion that she could. "PYUN PRISM POWER, MAKE UP!!"

In what appeared to be a powerful whirlwind, Sayu felt her body become encased in ribbons and light. She felt a surge of power rushing through her body as she let the magic of the brooch complete the transformation. Her body became weightless like she was turning into a bunch of feathers dancing in the wind. Seconds later, the light dissipated and she was set back down to the floor with a new sensation gripping her mind. "W-What happened? I feel so different!" She stuttered with outright confusion, glancing down at her outfit. Though the shock from the outfit was the least of her problems when she looked past the skirt, a gasp following suit! "I-- I have a-- I have a TAIL! Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!" She squealed with sheer excitement as she moved her new fins around the room. It was as if she was an actual, real mermaid. She could move through the air so effortlessly like she was directly underwater; this was all too good to be true! Daphne smiled at the new guardian who seemed to be just as eager to take on this new destiny like she was.

Alas, the time for joyous celebration was cut short by the abrupt beeping of Sayu's hair ornaments. "Huh? What's that?" She quizzed as she tried to focus on the origin of the noise. It didn't take her long before she realized that she could hear the familiar voice of her friend Celine, screaming in fear! "That's Celine! She's in trouble, I have to help her Daphne!" She cried as Daphne nodded her head. Surprisingly enough, Sayu was able to move rather well in her new form even if it was her first time transforming. Quickly making way out of the house undetected, the duo rushed to the scene where Celine was currently fighting for her life. The fashionista girl felt the air leaving her lungs as she tried to desperately escape the grasp of the rock-aligned fiend. "L-Let go of m-me!!" This made the mechanical being squeeze her tighter. "You just had to show up at the wrong time, foolish girl. Now just go ahead and--" The robot's threat would go unfinished as the doors to the store flew open! "Let her go, you evil person!!"

The drone slowly turned its attention to the doorway, catching the sight of the young mermaid clad in a stylish sailor fuku. "Who the hell are you?!" It screeched, stopping the strangulation on the other girl. Sayu stopped for a moment, realizing that she didn't even have a name for her superhero self. 'Oh I should've thought of something when I was getting ready! Ummm...' Daphne glanced over at Sayu and then pointed to her shimmering multi-colored tail. This gave the mermaid an eureka moment as she posed dramatically! "For love and for justice, I am the pretty sailor-soldier: Sailor Ningyo! And in the name of Love, I'll punish you!!" She declared, the moonlight behind her illuminating her form. Regardless of her powerful speech, the drone was not impressed with the new super heroine. "Sailor Ningyo? There is no knowledge of you in my systems. No matter, awaken minions, arise for your dark lord and kill this troublemaker!!" It didn't take long until the store was completely surrounded by those who became brainless zombies due to the power of rock hypnotism. Sayu glanced to her left and her right, dodging all the attacks the hypnotized citizens made in order to end her life. "You have to fight back Sailor Ningyo!" Daphne shouted but Sayu was still struggling in dodging all the blows. "I don't know what to do!! Oh-- U-Um-- maybe--" As she became even more surrounded, the girl took in another deep breath while closing her eyes. "LOVE LOVE SAYU PYUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!"

The frequency of Sayu's voice was so ear piercing that she shattered the glass windows around her, deafening her opponent in the process. The brainwashed people collapsed to the ground thanks to the sound waves she produced in the cutesy attack. "Nicely done Sailor Ningyo!!" Sayu heard an unfamiliar voice cheer but she didn't have time to search for the source as Daphne leapt beside her. "Now's your chance, Sayu! Throw your tiara and shout 'Pyun Tiara Boomerang'!!" Tapping the golden tiara on her forehead, Sayu watched it transform into a glowing spinning disc in the palm of hand. Raising her arm backward she aimed it directly at the enemy and let it fly! "Pyun Tiara Boomerang!!" In one swift hit the tiara slashed straight through the robot, rendering it to a pile of nuts and bolts on the floor. "I did it!! Wait, it was a robot??" There were so many questions that bounced around Sayu's mind about this whole scenario entirely. Truly, what was going on? "Well, it appears I won't be finding the disc here, but at least I saw something to stifle my breath for a little while." The same voice from earlier caught Sayu's attention once again as she looked up to the windows.

A masked figure clad in what she would describe as "phantom thief" attire leaped into the air towards the outside. His cape blew into the wind in his grand exit like it represented the night sky. He gazed back at her, a soft smile adorning his features. "I'll give you my name to remember. My name is Tuxedo White, it's been an honor to meet you Sailor Ningyo~!" His tone was ever-so charming and friendly, making her feel comforted somehow. Maybe he was her ally too? She sure hoped so, he looked like he was definitely against the bad guys! ...Though, was he actually here the whole time before she even got here? Instinctively she swam her way out of the store to catch a glimpse of the masked man one last time before he dashed away into the night. Daphne at this moment looked over all the unconscious people that were waking up from their hypnosis. It was a good thing the first battle went well...though, this was only the beginning. "I hope you're ready for more battles in the future, Sayu. This is only the first fight and-- dear are you listening to me?" With a sigh the cat tugged on Sayu's arm, pulling her away from the scene whilst the girl kept daydreaming about what more was to come!

The next day at school, Sayu listened to Celine gossip and retell the events of that night. "And just when I thought I was going to be done for, a mermaid wearing a sailor suit beat up the bad guys! And did I mention she looked so adorable doing it? Cuteness kills! Oh but I didn't get to really see her face…" She shouted, almost exasperated. The others around her gave her a questionable look. "You sure you weren't dreaming it like that time you dreamt about Sailor E?" Kayane asked with a confused look on her face. This in turn made Celine furious as she claimed it to be true. Sayu throughout the story smiled away with a newfound giddiness. She couldn't believe that she did all that! Who knows what adventures lie ahead of her and her new friend Daphne? And would she see that mysterious Tuxedo White again? The possibilities were endless!

...Still, somewhere far away from her school and the planet, a figure was replaying the events from last night. "Sailor Ningyo...she's got some nerve to get in the way of the plan." The figure muttered as a smirk formed on his metallic face. "Whatever, it won't stop me from getting that Legendary Disc. No matter what it takes." He spoke with the air of malice and determination, a pair of red eyes fading away into darkness.

#Sailor Moon au #nsr sayu #nsr #No Straight Roads #fanfiction #nsr au

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faithhopeloveandtherapy · 5 years

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Melllllting

Oh my goodness what a hot day it’s been!

H got up at 5.20am as he had to go to London for work. The babies had a bit of a lie in and I didn’t have to get up with them till 7.15am which was nice. After all the feeding and changing was done, we sat at the front of the house for a while where it was still cool and shady. Nice for the babies.

Then I had my friend over for birthday brunch. It was good to see her. We usually have a swim and then a good catch up in the spa twice a week, but she is still recovering from her breast cancer surgery so isn’t back to the gym yet. I miss my spa buddy.

d1 and then d2 went off to do various things with their friends, and I gave d3 a lift to her friend’s house. She could have got the bus but really I wanted an excuse to sit in my air conditioned car!! With both the babies contained in car seats!!

Late afternoon I went round to see another friend. I’m really limited with what I can do with the babies so it’s mostly walks and chats with friends. Unfortunately I got them all loaded into the double pram, the oxygen switched to the portable cylinder, changing bag attached etc, and then realised the pram had a flat tyre 🙄. So I had to unload them all again, put the little baby in the single travel buggy because the proper single pram was in H’s car in town, put the bigger baby in the wrap on my back, and finally off we went. It felt so good to walk. The temperature had cooled briefly so it was a good time to go. I’ve spend a lot of time sitting on the floor with the babies so just getting out and stretching my legs was lovely. I did have to give them both a cool bath and myself a cold shower when we got home though.

H has got stranded in London because the trains have all been cancelled due to the heat 😭. So he is getting an Uber home. It’s a loooooooong way. He assures me his work will pay. I hope so. He’ll be home in the early hours of the morning. I hope his Uber driver hasn’t been driving all day already. I’m really scared/ worried/ anxious/paranoid about people falling asleep at the wheel and crashing. I would have rather H get a hotel room for tonight and come home tomorrow. I’m praying he makes it safely back.

I’m off to do the final feed of the night and attempt to sleep now. Tomorrow should be cooler according to the weather forecast. Maybe the babies will actually be able to wear some clothes! That would be fun.

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crushimaginesandsuch · 6 years

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#12 Dogfight Pt 2

Ooooh part 2? Yup yup yup

what is an authors note but yet another chance to embarrass myself online 🤗🤗🤗

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I hated John. Every fiber in my being burned. How could he do that? And not just to me, but every girl at that party.

What kind of person would throw a party to shame girls for how they look? And how was nearly every boy at my school that kind of person?

But as pissed as I was at John and his gang, nothing had hurt me as much as C/N’s part in all this.

I’d always thought he was a nice guy. At least, he seemed to be. He was like the loveable-boy-next-door. Popular, funny, kind.

But now I knew. Now I knew everything I’d thought I’d known was just for show.

God, I was so stupid! I’d never said more than two words to the guy, but here I was crying because he ended up a dick.

I squished myself further into my bed, quickly wiping the large tears off my cheek. It had began to drizzle as I walked home and my previously-curled hair lay limp and frizzy on my pillow. With a groan, I rolled onto my stomach.

I wish I’d never gone to that stupid party. I wish I’d never tried to move on from C/N with John. I wish I’d never met C/N at all.

I woke up to a light knock against my door. Groggy, I mumbled for the knocker to leave. I didn’t want to face my parents like this.

“Y/N?”

I knew exactly who it was—I could, of course, pick his voice out of a lineup. I nearly sprang out of bed. Once half-asleep, the realization that C/N was standing at my bedroom door might as well have been several shots of espresso.

Part of me fluttered that he had come to talk to me. I mean, he would have had to ask around to learn my address. He must have cared just a little... But I quickly scolded myself. He was just like John. He was just as horrible and disgusting as every other guy at that party. He didn’t deserve my forgiveness or my feelings—no matter how hard it was to get rid of them.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, cursing that my makeup had rubbed around my face and my hair had dried in tangled. Now I’d reassure him I belonged at that party.

With a sigh, I opened the door slightly. Just enough to see a soaking wet C/N standing in my hallway. I guess the rain had picked up, then.

“What do you want?” My throat was dry, my voice hoarse. I cleared it quickly and wished I’d had any ounce of dignity to bring out.

C/N was frowning. He glanced at the ground and bit the inside of his cheek. Hard. Wincing, he looked back up at me.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

I shook my head. It took that much time to prepare to give the most basic sentiment and apology? “You should go, C/N.”

“No, please.” He walked forward and into my room, shutting the door lightly. His voice was soft as he spoke. “What they did—I did—was horrible. I... I don’t know why I didn’t stop it, okay? But you have to know you didn’t deserve that. You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

I didn’t let myself process what he said. I couldn’t. “So what you’re saying is that every other girl brought to that party deserved it?” I felt a sharp pain in my palm—my hands were clenched so tight I’d nearly broken skin with my fingernails. I released the fist, regaining my composure. “Because coming here and complimenting me doesn’t make you any less of a douche than you proved yourself to be.”

C/N shook his head furiously. “No, no of course they didn’t deserve it. God, Y/N, no one could deserve to be mocked like that. I just... I was a coward. I couldn’t stand up to John and the guys and I know I was wrong. Even if I didn’t bring a girl, I was there. I was there and I let the party go as planned.

“But I knew I needed to do something, you know that, right? I tried to stop it. And yeah, I was too late because I’d been so afraid... but I just...”

During his speech, he’d sat on my bed and as he struggled to speak he dropped his face into his hands. Taking a moment, he looked up at me.

“I’m so sorry. I know I was wrong, and I will do anything to fix it—for any of the girls. But...” he paused, sighing, “I care about you... a lot. I don’t want you to hate me.”

I watched as his eyes wandered to the floor. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I didn’t. He shook his head shortly, to himself, and stood up.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” And then he walked out the door.

I stood there, staring at the place he’d sat just minutes before. He’d come to apologize. He knew what he did was wrong. He was going to take responsibility for it...

I rushed out of my room, out of my house, and to the front of my driveway.

“C/N!” I shouted to him. He was walking away, just at the end of my street.

He turned, saw me, and jogged back to me. He looked almost hopeful, but when he realized I was still frowning, his face dropped again.

“Did you help plan the party?” I whispered to him, my eyes focusing on his chest. I couldn’t meet his gaze.

“No. I didn’t.”

“And...” I risked a glance up to him. He was closer than I’d thought—his face almost touching mine. I swallowed the gasp caught in my throat. “And you’ll never do anything like it again because you’re sorry.”

He nodded, vigorous. “Of course.”

I mirrored his nod. “Okay.”

“Do you...” he glanced at the ground before turning back to me. “Do you think I could kiss you?”

I couldn’t speak, but nodded once quickly.

And so he kissed me. Multiple times, starting soft and growing stronger with each break for breath.

“I promise to never let you be hurt again,” he whispered against my lips.

I kissed him hard.

Okay, I know it took a LOOOOOOOONG time for this to come out and I’m sorry. There was a lot going on this week and oof

#crush #ashton irwin #calum hood #harry styles #liam payne #louis tomlinson #luke hemmings #niall horan #zayn malik #love #crush imagines #love imagines #dogfight #pasek and paul

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Chapter 4: Rebel

Summary: Lorna Dane's mutant powers reawaken through a painful device at Mesmero's behest. When she comes out of it, she has a choice: remain a meek girl or save her heroes.

Author’s Note: This chapter is one I’m both most proud of and most worried about how it’ll be perceived given imagery and allusions used. It’s based primarily on X-Men #49, 50 and 51; her introductory issues. Here’s pics from my re-read to prep this chapter: https://imgur.com/a/xBTxGJO.

Crucifixion. Resurrection. A cross. The sight of this green teen girl splayed out on a techno-slab conjured images and themes long-admired by the majority of this country. The rulers. The humans. The bigots. It represented a tiny package of convenient morals to assuage hurt feelings in themselves while denying them in anyone they considered 'the other'.

It did not represent Lorna Dane.

She screamed. Hair floating. Arms twitching. Magnetism fastened her wrists to the circles of her cross-beam, harder than any pair of handcuffs. For three seconds - three loooooooong seconds - she endured. Writhing, shaking, gnashing her teeth, clenching her eyes shut, she endured. Her heart thumped wildly to keep up with her ever-growing limits.

100 volts. 200 volts. 350. 450. 500. 1000. As the voltage climbed, it cleansed all traces of her old self. Her meek self. Her naive self. Her sheltered self, twelve hundred miles from home. Alone. All this power devoured her innocence as swiftly as remnants of her brown hair dye fizzled in puffs of dark smoke. Through it all, she uselessly tossed in her bonds for any give she could take.

Crackle! Crzzzz! The machines spit electric fire up and down a metal stake holding their captive. Even those who built this travesty mistook the machines themselves for this visual spectacle, but no. It came from the flesh and blood bound within. Every cell of Lorna Dane's body hummed as the tech agitated their genetic cores. Microscale pokes and prods made the cells lash out. Their violence erupted in the shape of raw energy blasting all about her. Her whole world blossomed in emerald shades... and through that miasma, she saw her abductor.

Mesmero. With a giant M on his belt, a long cape and absurd helmet, it puzzled Lorna how this man in a joke of a costume could inflict such suffering on her for his so-called noble cause. How he could claim to be superior while watching her struggle with a joyous smirk.

"The genius that was bequeathed us by the magnificent Magneto shall bring forth from this feeble shell -- a being powerful beyond all others! And our invincible leader!"

This 'feeble shell' glowered through her pain at the monster. That's what he was. Not man. Not mutant. His lack of respect for a girl he claimed to prize second only to Magneto himself came through clear in his words. He did not see her for her. He saw her for what he wanted her to be. Another thing he could control. Another puppet to dance on his whims. An object he could use as he desired, under a righteous guise.

The genetic stimulator buzzed with its first signs of salvation. Its whining, crackling chorale built to a deafening crescendo, and finally... silence. Lorna breathed deep and heavy. Her sweat sizzled into clean vapor off her tired limbs. At last, freedom. Freedom to use these new powers for a bit of revenge.

Or so she thought. Then she saw them.

"Behold! She stands before us now -- the omnipotent empress of all evil mutants! For within her runs the blood of he whose name is sacred unto us!"

The X-Men had failed. Her heroes, the team of rebellious youths who righted wrongs with their tremendous mutant gifts, fell before Mesmero and his men. They stood as slumped, pale imitations of themselves. Angel's glorious feathery wings hung low. Cyclops cast his ruby red visor downward. The hulking Beast hardly seemed able to move much less fling cars.

But the worst of what Lorna saw? Jean Grey. The fiery redhead who so often showed how women could fight just fine among the boys, now stood quietly behind their leader.

Witnessing their defeat, Lorna had a choice. One playing in her mind as she listened to the villain of this moment spout off another trite line to massage his own ego.

"Yes -- now may I reveal that she is -- daughter of Magneto -- and Queen of Mutants! Hail, glorious queen!"

Play the part. Be the queen. Or step aside, be her old naive self and watch her heroes die right in front of her. Perhaps before her time through gadget hell, she might have left it to the X-Men to save her. Not anymore. Mustering some courage, she stepped forward with her arms high. She took on a dark, menacing mien - an easy task for her after suffering through eternal seconds of agony. It burned fresh in muscle memory, so hot that when she gazed on her allies and looked into their dreadful eyes, she did her best to assuage their fears by contorting her fingers into a pair of devil horns.

The devil horns. So simple. So misunderstood. Like them. Like mutants everywhere. What the old guard mistook as some perverse allegiance to the devil, up and coming teens knew its true meaning: a ward against the evil eye. Resistance to toxic authority, to a tin man with an M on his belt and a big head who sought to possess her and failed.

It was a minor gesture. One she hoped the X-Men would notice. Even if they didn't, she needed to keep up her act. Absorbing the ludicrous despot's manner of speech, she concocted a few lines and rattled them off as best she could.

"Now I understand the strange stirrings within me that tortured my soul almost from my first conscious moment! For, my father's blood, though unknown to me, could not be silenced! Yes -- I know my calling now! I am your -- queen!"

The X-Men trembled. Mesmero's followers kneeled. They bought it. Every one of them believed every word. That moment, right then, she knew she had it. Her opening.

Power coursed through her veins. Electric might sparked over her arms, slammed into her chest, danced through her light minty hair - its color drained to a paler shade than when her ordeal began. Mere feet away, Beast's Mini-Cerebro fumed. Overloaded wires. It couldn't take her energy. Hotter, brighter, it only took seconds - three seconds - before the brand new device exploded. Blue shards flew everywhere.

Ever since they took her, Mesmero's men described her in many different ways. An M-II weapon. A living goddess. Empress. Queen. From a simple girl living a simple life, to some kind of evil master unto herself, her captors clearly had high ambitions for how they could purge her innocence and use her for themselves.

Too bad she had other ideas, and it all came down to one thing: that damned cross. Her captors may have seen it as a symbol of rebirth, but Lorna felt something different. She felt her ancestors. She felt good Jewish men and women who lived, and loved, and suffered and died because they dared to defy Roman law. Because they sought to be more than what people told them to be. Because they were special, and they showed it.

For all their bluster, Mesmero and his men were no different. They simply thought they could keep the body and kill her soul.

They failed. She still lived, whole, and she would make them pay for what they did. As she unleashed waves of force on those who claimed to worship her, she took on a mantle all her own. One that belonged to her by birthright.

Rebel.

#polaris #lorna dane #x-men #marvel #fanfic #fanfiction #polaris anniversary #50th anniversary #mesmero #jean grey #cyclops #angel #beast #religious imagery #religious symbolism #jewish heritage #jewish history #polaris chronicles #polaris50

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stylesbicon · 6 years

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My day was like REALLY good though today y’all like I haven’t had a genuine bona fide Good Day in a loooooooong time

It was my day off today so automatically a good thing

Then I drove up to my dads work because he was going to pay my license plate renewal fee as a birthday present so I was going to meet up with him so we could go over to the Secretary of State together.

So his office is in the same building as a lot of therapists and stuff so I’m walking inside and who is coming towards me down the stairs but a friend of mine from high school and college is lost touch with who i could tell with one look that wow were both trans wtf??? So I’m THRILLED bc I know 0 fellow trans around here and so after he left I found his number still in my phone from years ago and we’re gonna reconnect now AND!!! I finally got some recommendations for a gender therapist bc I’ve been looking for one over here for like a year and so I’m just on top of the world now bc gender wise things are suddenly really looking up

So then my dad came down from his office and brought me hot chocolate which I loooove and we went over to the SoS and there was NO line and we got out of there in like literally 2 minutes?? The thing ended up being like way more expensive than it was supposed to be and he still paid for it and then took my brother and I to lunch.

Then I went to the mall to use a lush gift card my grandma got me for my birthday coming up and I was able to get a bath bomb, a bubble bar, and a face mask and all I had to pay extra was 88 cents! (I’m using the bath bomb right now it’s trans colors I love it)

I love lush so much I was already like my day can’t get any better than this and then I stepped out of the store and there was this kiosk right in front of me selling squishies which are SO stimmy but also pretty overpriced and so I asked the guy which ones were the cheapest $8 ones and really the only one I liked was sold out but then he said he’d give me the display one for like $7 and I said I only had $6 cash with me (which I never carry cash anyway!) and he just let me have it for 6.

THEN I walked further down the mall and suddenly my favorite candy store from a small town up north just. Has a location here??? Which also made my day so I got stuff there.

Then I walked around a little bit more because I’ve been looking for a good Christmas sweater for weeks and coming up empty but I looked in one last store and way in the corner were like 3 choices and I really loved one of them and I kept looking through and they didn’t have my size. But the very last one on the rack was the size I needed because I’ve been so lucky today. So I got it.

Then on the way home I stopped at my favorite pie place which I haven’t been to in at least a year and they had my favorite flavor that I thought they stopped making???

And tonight I went to see Star Wars and it didn’t even suck /as much/ as I thought it would?

Best luckiest day ever

#personal

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the-karasu-no-one-knows · 5 years

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Neato!

I got to speak to my friend on Skype tonight. It was a lot of fun. I got to ask him questions that I would normally ask Steve or my Sylveon. Stuff that I wanted opinions on that may differ from the usual. It was similar yet with a different tone. We talked for another two plus hours. It’s really neat to have this new friend. He expects nothing from me. Very much like Steve. He only wants me to be me and I still don’t know his name and it really doesn’t matter much because I feel comfortable and that is the most important thing! He sends me hugs too!

We got SLAMMED with snow! Holy shit did we get snow! Mad crazy and it makes me so happy. Maybe we’ll have a loooooooong winter and screw summer. Oooooh that would make me so incredibly happy. There is a literal tunnel out back for the kids. It’s so crazy how much snow we’ve gotten. Everything has opened back up since the vast majority of classes and schools and businesses closed.

Back yard below before shoveling.

Front yard after the snow blower.

Shoveling Sylveon did to let the pups out in the back yard.

I know that Steve was buried in snow shoveling at work and that Michelle had a hard time going home from work and trying to get into her house. Some crazy weather but I love it.

I’m passed that dip from last night. It didn’t last long thankfully so I’m happy about it.

#snow #buried #friendship #phone call

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kyashidioctober · 6 years

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The 3000th Millenia: Part 5

It had been about 3 day's since the incident at Sorins house, and all that jazz that had happened. A long sigh escaped my lips as I replayed the memories of what had transpired. I was in Chemistry, lord all mighty I didn't like this class either! It had math in it. Complicated math that I didn't understand and didn't have the time to get help for because of all the other work I had! Surprisingly though I had decent grades in the class.

I shut my eyes and suddenly I was in the field from my dreams. I was in the place of the boy and that woman stood before me. "Oh god not this again!" I groaned inwardly. "What do you want?!" "Wake up! He has awoken! Wake up!" The wind began to pick up and the sky darkened. "Wait this hasn't happened before..." I looked around my gold eyes glittering in interest. The woman in front of me looked terrified though; "quickly, run!" she said in a hushed tone. "What no. What's going on?!"

"RUN!!" she screamed, so I did just that. I turned and ran. "Måne," someone was calling my name. Their voice was soft, as if far away, and oddly familiar to, "MÅNE RUN!! KEEP RUNNING!" I turned to see the woman frozen to the ground, she was crying and obviously worried so I continued to run. Bushes, vines, and trees grabbed at me and tried to hold me back "Måne." The voice was closer now.

I could feel my heart pumping, my chest was heaving, my legs were becoming sore from running, and my head was spinning with questions. "Måne," the strange voice felt like it was just behind me. The persons tone was coy, and sounded like they were beckoning me. Like in those cliché movies where the bad guy is calling a characters name when their in a trance to lure them off a cliff. Honestly I was becoming scared for my own safety. The voice felt threatening and icy cold.

"MANE!!!" My head snapped up from my hand as I flung myself from my daydream. It had been my teacher calling me, no wonder why the voice had sounded like it wanted to lure me off a cliff. "Y-Yes sir?" "It's about time you snap out of that daydream! Pay attention!" "Yes sir." I huffed.

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The bell finely rang and I was up and out of the class in a heartbeat. "Måne?" It was Sorin. Sorin had I had began to have conversations with one another wile during school and wile we were at home. I had to admit it was sorta weird talking with him in my mind, and he had become increasingly annoying by just popping up at the randomest of times. There was one time I was in the shower and suddenly 'hay Måne! On question 10 in the homework I got 42. What did you get?" It would be an understatement to say that I didn't nearly slip in my shower and then scold him about how rude it was to just randomly do something like that. He of corse was confused and I had to explain to him THAT I WAS IN THE SHOWER!

But back to the present. "Yes Sorin?" "I just had the weirdest vision dream thing happen to me in class..." By now I had reached my class and was just sitting down. "What was it? I had a weird daydream happen to me as well." He didn't respond immediately, most likely because of class. "It was weird, like REALLY weird." I sighed quietly, "Ok, just explain it to me." "Ok so, I've been having this weird dream for a loooooooong time and there was this guy from it that was in my vision dream thing."

My brows knitted together, "Wait, weird dream? Is there guy that has silver eyes and black squiggles like you? And a girl that has black hair with white tips and gold eyes like me? And a boy that calls them the Sun and the Moon? And is there a third one he calls Existence, and does the Sun and Moon die at the end? Then you open your eyes to see your room then you're pitch blackness?" "Yea! Well at the end I'm not in pitch blackness as you say, I'm in pure white. How'd you know though?! heh know though, get it it rhymes." My hand hit my face before I could stop it and it made a loud slap noise. The hole class glanced over at me and my teacher looked me dead in the eyes. "Is something wrong Måne?" I quickly shook my head, my face began to turn a deep crimson. "Ah! N-No ma'm! Everything's fine!" She gave me a quizzical look then gave a quiet nod with a small ok accompanying it.

"I've been having the same dream as you for a while to..." I reconnected with Sorin and felt the hole world melt away around me. "Really" I could tell he was astonished; the thing was that this was the third weird thing that we had in common, aside from the daydream and being able to talk with one another. "Yeah, putting that aside. You saw the lady I suppose." "No, I saw the guy..."

Ok. Was the thought going through my head as quick as lighting. "But the daydream was still the same right? You being in the field and him telling you to run?" "Mhm." "Ok..." I sighed, "look I've got to pay attention I've got a test coming up in this subject. I've really got to go." I could tell when he responded that he wasn't happy. He sounded like a hurt puppy, and sure enough the would reformed around me and I could hear the teacher preaching at us.

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School was out for the day and I was at home peacefully drawing when suddenly. "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK...HOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK." I was up and out of my house and in front of my door in a second. "WHAT THE HECK IS-" "GET IN LOOSER WERE GOING TO A PARTY!!!" It was Rayan and Ace. They were dressed to go to a high school party, and when Rayan saw what I was in she parked her car and stormed right in. "Oh heck naw! You are not wearing that to the party!" I gulped, I wasn't getting out of going to the party now that Ray had entered her mother fashion designer mode.

"Where is it?! Where have you hidden it in this mess of a closet?!" She screamed as she tore shirts, sweaters, jackets, and so forth from my closet onto the floor of my closet. I raced back and forth trying to pick up the cloths and put them neatly on my bed. Suddenly "hallelujah! I almost thought you threw this away!" Out she pulled a beautiful eggplant colored dress (the color: the dress color) it was short coming down to my knees and had black lace just under my chest and just above my hips. The lace was slightly see through so you could see my stomach and it had a black bow on the back; the dress also didn't have full sleeves, just something to cover my bra straps.

"Oh. I forgot I had that..." Rayan turned to me jaw wide. "HOW COULD YOU FORGET YOU HAD SOMETHING LIKE THIS?!" I smiled "I have no idea. Be me I guess?" Ray fiscally face-palmed then threw the dress at me. I dropped the cloths I had been holding and caught the article of clothing. "Ummm?" "Go get dressed I'm doing your hair and makeup."

I walked out of my bathroom with the dress that fit comfortably and snugly on my waist and hips. Ray turned to me "Ooooooooo! Gurl you're gonna have all the boy's after ya when were done with the makeup!" All I could do is nod and say ok like you would a small child.

Rayan had done smokey eyes with grey and a light magenta hint. Honestly the magenta leaned more to purple with a hint of pink but still. I had a light dusting of bush over my soft cheeks, my lips were stained a dark wine red, and my eyes were given gentle wings. She had created two roses out of my hair and the rest of the hair that was left over from making the roses fell down my back in soft waves and gentle curls, and that was it. We were off, and I still had no idea were we were going other than we were going to a party.

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We rode up to a familiar looking house. Sorins house. "Oh lord no..." "Oh lord no what?" Sorin sounded surprisingly hostile and worried when he had responded. "You're having a party" I thought and Sorin responded "yeah. So what?" My arm was grabbed and I was dragged inside. Instantly my inner introvert came out and all I wanted to do was get away. To a safe spot, where no one would be. I waded through the crowd of people barely hearing Sorin's voice in my head yelling at me asking me what was wrong and if I was ok.

I was in Sorin's living room and they were blasting dubstep. I could feel it pounding me as if pushing me toward the wall where it would pin and trap me there. I was suddenly absorbed into some mosh pit and was being pushed around. I could barely say anything and finally I squeaked out a small excuse me, and to my surprise the people that heard me cleared a path for me to let me get out. I finally got out and was standing in the kitchen and saw Ray and Ace talking with two other people and drinking some sort of alcohol.

I didn't bother going over to them. I wasn't trying to be mean I just knew that I would end up just standing there awkwardly. So I moved on. I waded my way through the halls of Sorins HUGE house I came upon many disturbing things. Multiple girls and boys pined to walls obviously intoxicated with their also drunken lover on top of them, and I quickly excused myself from the premises.

I had found a quiet hall and was quietly walking down it when suddenly someone bumped into me and I was nocked into a room. I heard a giggle, a moan, and I quickly locked the door to hear the two retreating. A long sigh of relief was pulled from my lips then I realized where I was. I was in Sorins music room, the room where he kept his guitar and all the other decretive interments. I actually felt a little relief from being in the room thankfully alone. I was glad I brought my phone and earbuds as well. That meant I could block everything out with music.

I plugged my earbuds into my phone and turned on Sad Machine by Porter Robinson and listened to the music. The music washed over me and began to calm my rattled nerves. A loud bang bang bang startled me out of my relaxed state. I jumped a bit and walked up to the door. "Hello?" "Måne?! Thank goodness I found you! Could you let me in?" I unlocked the door and opened it just enough to let Sorin in. "You scared the heck out of me earlier!" He hollered. "Wha? Oh! Sorry! I was just surprised that I was being dragged to a party at your house!" Sorin sat down and looked up at me. Finally realizing what I had on and how I looked.

A blush settled over his cheeks and I was confused. "Sorin are you alright?" A brisk nod was all I got in return. Sitting down next to him I offered him one of my ear buds. "Hmmm?" "Well? Are you going to take it or not?" Sorin took the small thing from my fingers and listened to the song. His eyes widened "what?" I questioned. "I've never heard this and it's really good!" I giggled and smiled. "It's called Sad Machine and it's by Porter Robinson" He grind obviously really into the song.

My eyes suddenly felt heavy and I could feel sleep tugging at me. I looked down at my phone to realize it was 5:00 in the morning. I had been at this party for over 8 hours. I knew all of Sorin's guest bedrooms and possibly even his bedroom would be occupied, and I was beginning to go under fast. Sorin seemed to notice, AKA he read what I had been thinking, and smiled. "C'mon, let's get you home so you can go to bed." He stood up and I fallowed as he walked to the window and pushed it open. He then began climbing down the side of the house.

My jaw dropped as he climbed down the wall, and once he reached the bottom. He looked up at me and motioned for me to climb down. "You seriously expect me to climb down?!" I yelled down at him. "Yes?" he called back. I don't know how but some how I ended up beginning to climb down the wall. Suddenly I lost my footing and fell. I was terrified until I felt someone grab me. I opened my eyes to see Sorins face, "Are you ok?" "I'm fine..." Sorin set me down and then walked me to his car and drove me home.

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Once home I thanked Sorin and asked him if he wanted to stay. I told him that he could sleep on my couch, and he was more than grateful. Smiling I walked back into my chaotic room shoved everything off my bed and fell face first into my pillow finally allowing sleep to drag me into it's dark abyss.

#original character #story #fantasy

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wildflower8281 · 7 years

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#Lovethyself: An Exploration of Self-Love

In addition to being a guru on ‘saying no,’ I like to think I’m pretty well versed in self-love (they’re intricately linked anyway) and I intend to share here how I arrived to that and what that looks and feels like. I know “self-love” is a slightly annoying, trendy topic these days, but overall I think that’s probably a good start. I also don’t really like the corny sound of “self-love” but I have no cooler term, so go ahead and get over any initial distaste for the phrase and read this for the feel of it, which is what we’re going for here 😊 #lovethyself

Growing Up #Loved

Our little, malleable nervous systems, spirits and bodies learn love first from those people who cared for us during our first years of life, from birth to age 5. What it looks and feels like is basically imprinted in us from that time frame and it becomes the set point we return to, when we think about ourselves, and ultimately seek to love others. We learn & imprint so much about love and relationship in general from those first 5 years! (Nothing that cannot be overridden or unlearned if it wasn’t fantastic….it’s just good data, right?! #knowthyself) If you felt warm, heard, cuddled, nourished, held….you’ve got a pretty sweet and right on imprint. If you felt cold, scared, angry, hurt: I cannot & will not pretend to say that I understand, but I do know the human spirit is dynamic enough to create a new love story for your heart. This I know and fiercely believe.

I most definitely started out on 3rd base of the self-love department. Both my mom and dad were very present, loving parents.

My mom is an abundantly affectionate, solicitous woman for whom being Mother is truly one of her most sacred callings. My dad was a faithful provider, who enjoyed playing with us, teaching us and making us laugh as we grew up. I remember both being around, I remember feeling utterly taken care of by them both, always feeling safe and feeling like they both just loved being with me. (This probably contributes to my “the world revolves around me” syndrome, but that’s another story!) I remember sweetness & laughter, but also boundaries that kept us safe. There have been numerous occasions in my life when I realized that I was somewhat resilient in a situation, and most of the time I look back and credit the unconditional love I was shown (and still am) by Mom and Dad – it gives one the feeling of always having safe ground to land on, always knowing you are safe and loved. While my parents later separated and divorced (when I was in college,) most of my young life was very happy, safe and peaceful – a blueprint for what I understood love to look, feel and sound like for me and as I learned to express it to others.

The Flip Side

So, if a person did not grow up in a loving environment, then their nervous systems, spirits, bodies and hearts have a different blueprint for what love feels, looks and sounds like. It may feel dark, empty, dramatic, angry, desperate, scared, heavy. It may sound negative, mean or simply silent. Bodies may feel tense, have pain, headaches or allergies – as the body holds onto feelings in unique ways in each person. There are as many blueprints for love as there are people. Even siblings have different blueprints because they have different temperaments and grow up at varying times in family life. I know that what is normal for some people is truly quite the opposite from what I personally lived. I also know that none of the things just mentioned above are what real, unconditional love looks, feels or sounds like. However, since it may be all someone knows, it’s what they think love looks, feels and sounds like. Also, none of this is to say that some parents/guardians were not doing the best they could with what they had. Some probably were, some probably weren’t. It’s also not to say that our stories, wherever they fall on the spectrum, are not to be honored.

I am well aware that my experience is rare, unique and some might say very lucky. That’s why I feel my ultimate purpose in life is to love rightly & generously the people in my life. Receiving love, seeing it being given, feeling it is what I know from my life experience. I know what being unconditionally loved feels like. I know what being cared for feels like. I know what feeling safe feels like. And I want everyone to know what all of that feels, looks and sounds like. I believe that if you have that foundation (either from yourself or another,) you really can bring your best, most radiant badass self out into the world, doling out your gifts, conquering your fears, crafting your art, whatever you want! That kind of love shatters all the walls and slays the fears and allows one to move forward in the direction of their dreams.

#NunLife and #BodyImage

While I may have started out on 3rd base, that’s not to say that I was a master of self-love right away or even knew about it. In fact, entering the convent after college was probably the most opposite direction of self-love I could have gone – it’s kind of based on selfless service (insert crying/laughing emoji here!) And, as usual, despite my sarcasm and eye rolls about much of it, I truly am grateful for the extreme lifestyle experience the convent was because I know that without such an insane case of the opposite, I would not be such a staunch advocate and practioner of self-love and saying no now.

(Funny nun pics are like party favors. This is real life. Roadtripping across the country in a caravan of nun-vans. Camping in Arches Park, Utah. It wasn’t all bad. Insane? Most. Bad? Nah.)

As nuns (and in orthodox catholic thought,) it’s heroic and virtuous to imitate

Jesus and so, put yourself last, sacrifice what you want, think lowly of yourself and frequently recall that you are a sinner. So, whatever surges up naturally in your body, mind or heart is to be ignored and mistrusted. I am not exaggerating here. We literally were taught a concept called agere contra, which means in Latin, “to go against.” We were taught to apply this to all desires of the heart, mind and body….Right. Take a moment…. If we wanted a hot beverage, it would be virtuous to go get a cold glass of water or simply go without. If we wanted to sleep with an extra blanket, it would be virtuous not to and suffer the cold like Christ and the poor. If we wanted to ask for a break because we had a headache, it would be virtuous to carry the cross and keep working. Self-talk and behavior was always in the form of denial and recalling our status as sinners in need of penance or at least trying to be in solidarity with the poor Christ. We fasted regularly, regularly got insufficient sleep, some of us slept on boards of wood, took cold showers, always sat in the most uncomfortable place, never took the flavor we really wanted, etc. Yes, some crazy shit. So, 8 years of that was fun. Is it no wonder that now I’m basically the wild-child poster-child of doing whatever I want & treating myself and trying to get everyone I know to do the same?! We turned that shit right the fuck around real quick!!!!!! (It actually wasn’t real quick…there was some serious brainwashing that took and still takes a loooooooong time to override….those grooves were formed real deep in my brain and thought processes. Ask any of us who left and they will all agree how hard the mental game is post-convent…learning to “give yourself permission” to listen to yourself, what you want and need. Woa. Serious shit for another post.)

(Above: Girls group in East Harlem, 2009. Friday nites making pizza and playing games. Good times!)

So the convent would be considered my abnormal experience of not practicing self-love. However, I do have a more normal experience: as most girls, I went through phases with body image that weren’t healthy – mentally and physically. Most of those years were post-convent. What healed me of that was yoga and therapy. Yoga helped me to be gentle with my body, listen to her and feel all the things she was feeling. It taught me how to be with myself & accept myself, even when I felt different each day. Therapy helped me change how I thought and re-introduced into my mind that it was ok to give myself what I needed or wanted. Since I had such a strong foundation already (early childhood love laid on thick and strong,) it only took a short time for both to work their magic and I was able to shake loose the demons of negative body talk and restrictive ideas and habits around food. Never to be seen again! Now I eat all the tortillas I want, gluten, sugar, all of it! 😊

Touch, Sound, Sight

Not that I know all the ways that self-love can feel, sound and look like. I don’t and never will, but I think I know enough to provide some examples.

What does self-love FEEL like? Gentle, soft, warm, safe, held, nourished, free, freedom. How you feel in a warm, cozy bed on a cold morning, in front of a bonfire on a cold nite, sinking into a hot bath, how you feel when you are doing your favorite thing, how you feel when your dog jumps all over you because he is so stoked that you’re home, how you feel when you cuddle with said dog on the couch or watch him run happily around the park or after a ball…All possible examples of what this type of love feels like.

What does self-love SOUND like? I am ok, I am safe, I am whole. I am loved. I did the best I could. It’s ok to not feel ok. It’s ok that I feel sad or upset. I’m ok even if I feel less than right now. Feelings are not me, they pass through me. I love my body, even though it’s not perfect – it allows me to think, create, walk, breathe, eat, etc. It’s ok when I don’t love my body. I accept how I feel right now and embrace me just how I am. Even if I don’t feel great about me right now, that’s ok too.

It also sounds like this: No, I don’t want to do that. No, I don’t want to take on that responsibility. No, that job does not light up my spirit. No, I don’t want to go out tonite and that’s ok. No, I don’t want to go to grad school. No, that person drains me.

Most of the time self-love sounds like your own inner voice and that is really the only voice that you need to tune into. Sometimes, though, it does come in the voice of another. So, if it feels like the Universe just pinged you through someone else’s words, listen to that because She did. 😊

For me, self-love sounds like: I am safe. I am whole. I am utterly loved by many people. Yes, I’m gonna buy that piece of art for my house because it lights me up! I am healthy. I have an open heart. I am loving. I love my body and all that she does for me. I am a beautiful woman, I am an intuitive woman. That doesn’t feel right, so no. I’m not comfortable with that place, person, situation, so no. I do the best I can with the time I have. I am grateful for my body, mind and spirit. Yes, I want that cookie! Yes, I’m taking that trip! The Universe upholds me always and always ordains things for my highest good.

What does self-love LOOK like? This varies a lot because we each take comfort in different ways and enjoy different things. Whatever makes you feel good in ways that are uplifting to your body, mind & spirit is what self-love looks like for you. What brings you comfort almost immediately? What do you do in your free time? Do you love a certain park or café? Do you love cooking a particular meal or baking? Riding your bike, being near the ocean, sitting with some tea, painting, going for a long walk? Taking a day off?!

For me, self-love often looks like this: coffee & a book snuggled on my couch, sleeping in late, being in nature, movement of some kind, carving out time to write & journal, committing to an art class, making dates with my favorite people, cooking nourishing foods, taking a trip to Target, going to a café, buying ice cream, pan dulce & coffee, cookies & coffee, sharing my heart with my family and close friends.

(Pic from an amazing road trip to Montreal with my amazing sister, 2015. Can’t beat morning coffee time with sister!)

Does self-love only have to take place when I’m going through a hard time? No, and it shouldn’t! That’s like saying I should only eat healthy when I’m sick. Self-love is a lifestyle thang, friendies. Self-love is a daily thing. Self-love is how we talk to ourselves daily, how we craft our time daily and how we craft our lives to feel like, daily. Everything I listed above as what self-love looks and sounds like is actually what my life each day & week is mostly filled with. (Anyone who I work with knows that I eat chocolate cookies with my coffee on a daily basis! I also prioritize sweating my ass off for almost an hour every morning, so yea.) It doesn’t only look that way when I go through a tough time. Self-love habits build the foundation for when you are in a tough time, so you don’t fall so hard and you know exactly how to care for yourself, to bring you back to your self-love set point.

Can I love others well if I don’t love myself? I don’t really think so.

People who do not love themselves may do ok in the loving others department from the outside, but usually it’s way off balance. It’s in the form of self-sacrifice, being a doormat, people pleasing, giving without boundaries. It’s an unbalanced love that ultimately will run dry & at the end of the day, they do not feel loved or fulfilled by it. That’s a part of why I left the convent. It’s why religious life is a faulty system. One cannot give selflessly forever. They will die, in heart first, and ultimately in body. I’m lucky I got out alive 😉

Can I receive love well if I don’t love myself? I don’t really think so.

I’ve witnessed it a gazillion times. People who do not love themselves find receiving love an uncomfortable space to be in. It’s awkward, strange, unfamiliar territory for them and they don’t know how to respond and sometimes do not react well. It’s like speaking Russian to someone. It’s an unknown language. They don’t have the vocabulary to receive or respond – both of which I truly believe are learned by seeing it in action, so it’s no one’s fault if they’ve never been surrounded by that. Believe me, I am a lover and I’ve loved many a human on all the levels, and I find it fascinating how people respond or react to being loved. It speaks volumes of their early life. It doesn’t make me love less, it just gives me good, helpful data. I observe, read and take it as a gift to learn that person more. #psychnerd4life

Fin

So then, why self-love?

1.) Because you deserve it. If that doesn’t feel right, then just start there.

2.) Because it feels great!

3.) Because the thoughts and energy we put out into the world are what we attract. If we think we are beautiful and loveable and amazing, we will attract those vibes even more to us.

4.) And, well, because we simply cannot give what we don’t have, yo! #Lovethyself so that you’ll be able to bring your most radiant, rad self into the world!

So, ultimately, I wrote this to put out into the interwebs some tangible examples of what self-love looks, sounds and feels like because, as someone who has live surrounded by love most of my life, I feel some kind of responsibility to spread that and share that. I try to live that out, but today I felt led to write about it. My heart hurts for friends and humans who have not felt real love for most or even some of their lives, and especially from their parents or first caregivers, and if my love or my words in any way can ease that, heal something, or shed light, then that is a part of why I write. If not, then at least I listened to my inner voice and did what I wanted to do today, which was to write! 😊 It felt good to write, to share and reflect. Just for me. And that’s enough and that’s ok.

As always, thank you for reading <3!

#ponderings #self-love #family #comfort #self-care

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