#i began to really treasure what goes into my body

[pierog]

i love cooking (makes me feel like a witch concocting a brew) & have been getting sooo much more fun & experimental with it lately now im "freelance" (unemployed but in an artsy way).. its what senshi (dungeon meshi) would want.

#sorry to be that girl but #in italy this summer #during my eat slay love adventure #living in a country manor with loads of gay men who are incredible cooks #i began to really treasure what goes into my body #(food not cocks) #(at least in this instance) #anyhow that plus hanging out w my cousin aleks who's an amazing cook has me so inspired #(he looks like senshi actually) #considering i used to be (tw) very eating disordered i get so giddy with glee seeing my progress since hs #being scared of food to loving it with all my heart and stomach #yesterday i made palak paneer but w silverbeet.. the silverbeet wasnt as good but it was so fun #personal #my body feels really full of nutrients atm :] crazy what a diffo it can make #btw i be self deprecating about freelance but im getting scouted for loads of writing and game design right now which slaps the fuck

[polakina]

on his knees for you

pairing: javier escuella x reader

rating: mature

outline: a robbery goes sideways, and your already rocky friendship with a fellow camp mate is put to the test as you evade the guards of Van Horn

warnings: cursing, so much bickering, canon-typical gore and violence, flirting, slightly suggestive (this is by far the tamest thing i've ever written)

requests are open! hope you enjoy, petals <3

a/n: i can't believe how many notifications i've gotten about my works over the past week. its fucking crazy. thank you so much, you're all absolute stars

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II

It was a simple job, really. Get in, steal the bonds, and get out.

But nothing ever went as simple as the original plan, did it? Not with the Van Der Linde gang. There was always a little bit of improvisation to be had. Which was exactly what you were doing right now.

Bullets firing past your ears, blood running down your leg, the target’s personal guards chasing you down the winding paths of Roanoke Ridge.

-

One day earlier.

The plan was set. Arthur, Bill and Lenny were to infiltrate the building and steal the bonds, while Micah and Charles handled the guards. You and Javier were on lookout, posted at the entrance gates. 

You were all stationed just outside of Van Horn, your target being the mansion and its occupiers. Trelawny had brought intel of bonds on their way through Van Horn to Annesburg, stopping off at the mansion overnight. Roanoke wasn’t a place anyone wanted to be caught up in at night.

“It’s fucking freezing out here,” you muttered, leaning further against your horse, absorbing his body heat as much as you could. It had been hours of waiting around and checking on the mansion. No movement whatsoever since the sun began to set. Darkness was nearing and the coach was nowhere to be seen.

Javier stood beside you, rifle in hand, eyes fixated on the road to the right, where the coach should appear from. “Want my poncho?” He asked, glancing at you briefly.

You didn’t even cast him a look as you responded. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your style, Escuella. I think I’ll survive without it.” You sighed, and moved from your position, heading further down the road, hiding in the trees to watch from a different position, seeing the road winding down Roanoke Ridge to New Hanover.

The two of you had never gotten along. He didn’t like your attitude one bit. You were snarky, cold. Something you’d developed after years of running with Arthur and John. He’d try and make conversation, you’d brush it off. He’d invite you on a fishing or hunting trip, you’d decline and say you preferred to hunt alone. He couldn’t win. You never sat with the camp during his songs or meals, you were always perched somewhere else, keeping lookout. That’s what you did. That’s all you ever did. 

So after a few months, he gave up. Not exactly understanding your harshness to him, he just accepted it instead. He returned your cold comments and your mean stares. Years passed and you bickered like enemies living beside one another. 

You whistled out to the group as you spotted the coach. Your whistle blended with the birds, so it was undetected by the gourds watching the bonds.

Everything went smoothly, Arthur, Lenny and Bill making quick work of breaking into the bonds lock box, and you heard the guards grunting and groaning as they hit the floor from Micah and Bill’s attacks.

Through your scope, you spotted as the boys grabbed the bonds, throwing them into their satchels. Drifting your rifle along the side of the mansion, you sensed something wrong with Bill. He was arguing with Micah. More so than usual. 

“What’s going on?” Javier whispered, lying beside you, hidden between the trees.

You shushed him, focusing on Bill. Their argument grew even more heated, and you caught a glimpse of lantern light behind them. You watched as they turned, cursing loudly before returning fire. Micah had scurried off during the brawl with the guards, seeking other treasures and getting himself caught in a scuff with guardsmen minding their own business.

“Shit, shit,” Javier cursed, throwing an arm over you and holding you down, protecting your head as bullets fired your way. “He can’t keep his head for one mission, puta madre!”

Arthur had ordered for, if the mission went south; which you had good money on it that it did, that you scatter. Split up and evade Van Horn at all costs, go the long way around New Hanover until it was safe to return back to camp so you were sure you weren’t followed. 

They had the bonds, all they needed to do was escape without getting caught. But you wouldn’t have minded if Micah got murdered in the. Just when you thought he’d found your last nerve, he managed to hit another one.

“I think this is our cue to leave,” you said through gritted teeth, pushing yourself onto your feet and grabbing your gear. Javier was on your heels, close behind. You hiked deeper into Murfree Brood territory, constantly keeping an eye over your shoulders for lantern light.

“Our safest path is through Roanoke,” Javier said from behind you, following your path through the trees. “The guards won’t dare follow us through there this late at night.”

You halted suddenly, whipping around to face Javier. He was caught off guard, almost stumbling into you, a surprised expression on his face. “Are you crazy, Escuella? Murfree Brood hunt here at night. If it’s not the guards who get us, it’ll be them. And I’d rather take my chances with bullets rather than-”

A bullet shot through the wind, straight through your leg into the tree behind you. It caught your words in your throat and you almost crumbled to the ground under the pain firing down your leg. Javier didn’t even blink as he wrapped an arm around you, catching you before you fell. He pulled his gun from its holster at his hip, pointing it over your shoulder and firing it straight into the head of the guard who fired at you first.

It drew attention. Of course, it did. Javier pulled you away from the scene, down the winding path leading to New Hanover. His arm stayed firmly around your waist, and you tried to hold in your groans of pain as your feet collided with uneven terrain, worsening the sting of the wound.

You both heard voices, coming from the top of the hill of which you had just descended. Javier pulled you around a large oak tree, pushing your body against the bark which pulled a pained gasp from your lips. “Fucking hell, Javier. At least try to be gentler with-” His hand clamped over your mouth, his body pressed against yours as he looked past the tree trunk to the guards making their way past you, checking their surroundings as they went. 

“You need to learn to shut up once in a while,” he whispered, looking back to you. His hat was tipped down his head, shielding his eyes. “I’m trying to save you and you’re still complaining.”

You looked up at him, your mouth still firmly covered, your hand wrapped around his wrist, instinct from when he shut you up. He smelled of whiskey and firewood, his scent filling your nostrils. His hand wrapped around your waist protectively, tightening as the footsteps grew closer.

Pulling his hand down, you noticed his skin never left yours. It rested around your neck. Softly, no pressure in his fingers, but the heat of his palm burned against your pulse, and he felt your heart rate jump. “Thought you would have wanted to get rid of me, Escuella,” you whispered, looking up at him. 

But he just looked down at you, surprised. “What?”

“Get rid of me. Hand me off to some guards searching through half the woods for us.” Your gaze never wavered. “Would certainly save you the trouble of dealing with me back at camp.”

He just smirked, tilting his head up, his eyes turned down to look at you. “And why would I want to get rid of you? Perhaps I enjoy the trouble you cause me. Ever thought about that?” His eyebrows raised as you stood there, unable to form words. “So are you going to  shut up and behave yourself while I get you out of here? Or are you going to keep talking until they figure out where we are?”

Javier waited for your response, but it never came. You just bowed your head, sealing your lips in a thin line. He took that as a sign that you’d ‘shut up and behave’. 

The men eventually left, abandoning their search for you, leaving both you and Javier a window of opportunity to flee.

-

The sun poked out above the trees from the makeshift camp Javier had set up in New Hanover. You were shielded by the canopy of branches, the fire in front of you keeping you warm. But it wasn’t doing anything good for the bullet wound in your leg. You stretched out your leg, wincing at the pain shooting through your body.

“I told you not to try and fix it by yourself,” you heard Javier say as he emerged with an armful of firewood, dropping it by your bags. “Your hands will shake before you’ve finished stitching it.”

You glared up at him. “Would you suggest I just leave it? Cut my leg off?”

Javier rolled his eyes at you, kneeling in front of you, his knees on either side of your wounded leg. “I would suggest…that you should wait for me. I’ll stitch it for you.”

Pulling his knife from the holster at his ankle, he sliced the blade through the fabric of your pant leg like butter. All the way up to your hip. “Hey!” You called out. “They were new pants.”

“I’ll buy you a replacement. Now shut up.” He was always harsh with his words, but now, it was even more so. A slight pang of worry soaked his tone.

“You’re such an ass sometimes-ow!” His fingers pushed against the wound on your leg, blood pooling out to the floor. “The fuck was that for?”

He looked indifferent as he looked up at you. “Feeling for any shrapnel. You don’t have any, thankfully, or else this would have hurt a lot more than its about to.”

“I could have told you that,” you grimaced as he began cleaning the wound. Applying pressure to one end of the bullet hole only forced blood through the other side. You could see both the entry point and exit point of the wound, stretching across the left and right sides of your leg.

You were both silent as he cleaned your leg, but you gasped as he pulled out a needle. He saw a panicked flash across your face, seeing it appear as quickly as it fled. “Easy,” he soothed, patting your knee. “I’ll be quick. You won’t feel it.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you whispered, your eyes only focused on the needle.

He sighed, leaning closer, tipping your chin up to meet his softened gaze. “Okay. You will feel it. But not much. A bee sting, that’s all it feels like. But it’ll be easier if you lie down.”

“Why?”

“Your muscles tense when you sit upright. You could at least be comfortable while I stitch you up.” He helped you into a more comfortable position. Javier still straddled your shin, one of his hands pressed against your thigh while his other stitched the hole closed. You laid there, his poncho acting as your pillow as you looked up at the trees.

You ignored the sting you felt each time the needle pierced your skin. Javier wasn’t wrong, it did feel like a bee sting. What’s more important, was that you could manage that sort of pain. “Thank you,” you said quietly, but you weren’t certain he heard you at first, until the needle stopped in your skin, his actions immoveable. Lifting your head and straining your neck, you met his eye. There was a small smile on his face, the corners of his moustache turned upwards with his laugh lines driven deep into his skin. You always did like his smile. That was the one thing that never changed about him. 

“It’s the least I can do,” he smiled, turning his attention back to your stitches. “It’s sort of my fault you got shot in the first place.”

“Sort of? You mean ‘entirely’?” You laughed as he playfully slapped your other leg with the back of his hand.

“Quit laughing,” he chuckled with you. “Or I’ll end up stabbing you in the wrong place.”

He finished quickly, wiping away any trace of blood before gently bandaging your leg. His soft touch lingered for a little while, his thumb gently rubbing soothing patterns into your skin. Your breath stopped in your throat as his touch rose higher. Higher up your thigh. To where your thigh met your hip. He was so fixated on it, he didn’t realise what he was doing until he felt your pulse beating at an ungodly rate at the top of your inner thigh.

His eyes flicked up to yours, where you laid, patiently. You were curious what sorts of thoughts were running through his head right now. What sort of cogs were turning in that brain of his.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, your face closer to his than it had ever been before. “What?” You coaxed, too curious to keep quiet now.

“Nothing,” he moved to lean back, his hands drifting down your thighs, but they never left your body before you grabbed the front of his shirt, holding him in place.

“What did I say? Don’t lie to me, Javier.” Your voice never raised above a whisper. It didn’t need to. You were so close a whisper felt like a shout.

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t speak. The close proximity had rendered him faulty in speech. So instead he closed the gap. His lips touched yours, his body melting against your touch. You didn’t expect it. All those years of bickering. All those years of cruel comments and nasty looks. Nothing prepared you for this. But you welcomed it.

Javier leaned you back, your head meeting the poncho  as you felt his body settle on top of yours. Breaking away for air, you saw a softened, kinder look in his eye when he looked at you. “Is this your apology for me getting shot?” You asked, smiling against his lips as he kissed you once more.

“Is it working?” His lips moved to your neck, hovering above your skin to a point where it tickled.

“Hmm…maybe.” 

“Then perhaps I’ll try a different angle,” he smirked, unbuttoning your pants, encapturing your lips in a soft kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He had a lot of making up to do.

#fluff #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption x reader #javier escuella smut #javier escuella rdr2 #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella #rdr2 smut #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption two #red dead fandom

[yawarakaizai]

Could I Request Jouno with a quiet People pleaser that'd be so cute ngl >-<I'll leave the rest up to you, and how you see fit hehe

RECIPITENT Jouno Saigiku (BSD) NOTE omg ,,,..... so many things to say , , ,.. ... ... jouno is so aaaa aaaaaaAAA <3333 i love h im

Note; fluff! gn reader (they/them), overprotective jouno

we all know that jouno is a big tease to his peers. you weren't an exception to his regular 'insults' and remarks.

what confused him the most is how you'd never bite back.

when you first joined the hunting dogs, you were naturally a reserved and quiet person.

he'd try to bug you, but you never really budged in the way he'd expect.

you take every insult with a nod and unbothered, gracious smile.

jouno began to feel bad. he pitied you for what he thought was you being oblivious when in truth - you thought that he wouldn't like to see you genuinely hurt by his remarks.

against all odds, you two fell in love rather quickly.

to simplify it ; you fell first but he fell harder.

jouno didn't have any previous relationship experience so it was DIFFICULT to figure out his emotions. he had to go to the other members for help.

tecchou was as equally dumb if not dumber than him when it came to love. teruko began to blackmail him, threatening to tell you about his crush before he even had a chance to confess. fukuchi, well.. he was too drunk to give any proper advice. jouno found he was able to confide in tachihara who suggested he take you out somewhere nice and tell you straight-forwardly about how he felt.

and so, he did just that. taking you out to a lavish restaurant by the sea, you were amazed at the thought jouno would even do this much for you.

you were even more amazed when he took you out on the pier with the night sky hanging above and got down on one knee, presenting you with a ring as he confessed his overdue romantic attraction towards you.

bashfully, you informed him,

" ...jouno, that's for marriage. "

he's immediately like &^!*(£*&?@? NO!! I knew that. duh, I obviously knew that!!

you're giggling at his cover-up and shut him up by getting down as well and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

he lost it.

for the first time in his life, jouno was so stupidly in love!

he treasures you like gold, like a princess, like treasure, oohhh you are so so spoiled and prized by him!

on a mission his last victim just barely alive vomiting blood by jouno's shoes as they claw desperately for his mercy, then he just,, ''would you like to see my cute s/o?'' the guy is so confused. does he say no? but if he says yes and sucks up to jouno, maybe he'd be spared! jouno goes ahead and turns his phone screen to the bloodied man, showing him his lock screen - a selfie of you and jouno that you insisted was worthy of having as wallpaper. times like that made jouno wish he could see, but nevertheless, " aren't we just the cutest? " with a nervous gulp, the criminal would nod his head rapidly. " yeah! " he'd agree with jouno, unable to care less, really. " they're adorable, yeah! you're a lucky man! " jouno grinned, straightening his posture to tuck his phone away. " i really am a lucky man. a nice one, as well. " he put his sword away much to the relief of the man below. " i gave you the privilege of looking at an angel from the heaven you'll never reach. " jouno had switched his sword for a gun.

you were such a kind person. jouno thought you were a bit too soft and way too forgiving for your own good.

when he'd tease you, he'd KNOW when he went too far, but he was so confused when you wouldn't be upset. at least not visibily.

he could sense that your body would deflate in quiet sadness at some certain joke, but you'd never say anything about it.

you kept your feelings to yourself and soon enough he found out it was because you didn't want to upset him by telling him his humour wasn't right for you.

the day he approached you about it, his heart broke hearing you sob as you were uncertain with how to set boundaries properly.

you were always a ''i don't mind, if you wanna!'' person, letting others push you around and use you how they pleased.

since that confrontation, jouno was always sure to be gentle with you.

he'd still tease you every now and then, but he'd compliment you so, so much.

when you'd oversleep, he'd wake you up by peppering kisses all over your face instead of his past pulling-the-covers-off-and-opening-the-blinds routine.

although jouno still can't fully grasp the concept of a 'people-pleaser', he feared that you were scared of him or at least had been scared of him which made you unable to approach him about your dislike for his mean behaviour.

after that, he was able to spot more instances where you'd allow yourself be taken like a dumb doll by others.

when people would boss you around and you'd comply obediently.

no. he didn't approve of that.

while he'd happily threaten others - with you, he'd sit you down and warn you that your kindness can be exploited.

you were always too afraid to tell people 'no', so jouno would begin to teach you how. steadily, of course!

no one was going to take advantage of you, not with him around.

he cares so much for you, he's such a sweet bf to have, looking out for you.

plus, it was so funny that he - a sadistic, cruel, extroverted ex-criminal had a sweet, shy partner by his side!

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests open :3

#jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #jouno saigiku #jouno #bsd x reader

[artedimichelangelo]

Can I please request a headcanon/imagine for HOTD where rhaenyra & daemon take an interested in the reader? You’re the best!!!

Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen - Headcanons

Author's Note: Hii! Thanks for your request, I really appreciate it! Also I hope you like it!

While I'm at it, I'm completing the other request on Jaime Lannister, just so you all know. Thanks again everyone for the comments and for the interactions in general, it means a lot to me.

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x Reader (only use of "you") x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language; possible grammatical errors; not proofread; fluff.

You are Rhaenyra and Daemon’s messenger and bring news from King's Landing and, most importantly, from the Red Keep. These news varied from possible plots by the Greens against Rhaenyra, the rightful heir to the throne, to what goes on in the common streets and what the citizens whisper among themselves.

At first, the princess and her husband did not pay much heed to you, but when Rhaenyra began to ask you questions in such a way as to keep her company before you could return to your humble quarters, and eventually coming late into the evening to tell her about your travels and engage in long conversations, everything changed.

If before you had their curiosity, now you had their undivided attention. When you expressed yourself with such elegance and immense respect, and showed your infinite devotion to them, you became their main interest.

Daemon and Rhaenyra did not care about the social class you came from, and so they treated you as their equal. Furthermore, they decided to have a chamber prepared inside the castle at Dragonstone, exclusively for you, and to have it furnished as if a Queen were to stay inside.

It was unbelievable, an almost idyllic situation and because of that you felt as if you did not belong there, you had even tried to make it known to the two Targaryens that you were not worthy of such generous treatment. Yet they silenced you with the usual "Anything for someone as exquisite as you."

After some time you became part of their family, not so much as their child or sibling. No. They had reserved a special kind of care for you.

Daemon and Rhaenyra admired your modesty and honesty, and melted at the sight of your fragile and sweet manners when you were in their presence and under their attentive and penetrating gaze.

Wherever they moved, you followed them and vice versa, like shadows. Anyone who saw you knew that the three of you always roamed the corridors of Dragonstone together; being apart was never in the cards. You were connected to each other like the scales of a dragon.

Every evening, before the fireplace, Daemon would beg you to tell one of your fantastic stories to him and the princess, whether they were real tales, legends or myths, it did not matter much in the end, for either way they felt complete peace as your voice almost cradled them.

Rhaenyra particularly loved braiding your hair, it was such an intimate gesture between you two, meanwhile Daemon fiddled with the material of your nightgown, his eyes completely fixed on the details of your body revealing beneath that thin fabric.

Those were your favourite moments, especially because you were not surrounded by insincere people or judgmental stares.

Often after your tales you felt a certain calmness and your eyes were heavy, especially under your Queen's tender touch, which is why Daemon would take you in his arms and carry you carefully to their bed, where you often spent the nights. But they would not leave you alone. No. They would lie beside you and hold you in their arms, as if you were the most precious treasure in the Seven Kingdoms. But then again, to them you were.

#artedimichelangelo #house of the dragon #hotd fanfiction #house of the dragon imagine #headcanons #house of the dragon one shot #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon headcanons #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen headcanon #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen headcanon #daemon targaryen x reader

[oh-biwan]

[rattling cage] Do you have any Obikin fics that you've enjoyed? Your beautiful art made me slip right down the ship rabbit hole and now I need recs, any rating/theme.

-blushes, clears throat- Hi!

I like a lot of different flavors but, to keep it simple, I'll try to match my recommendations to the theme I'm cultivating on this blog so far.

First of all, I have to mention skyl_tales, they wrote some of the absolute Obikin classics and I love their work, it's very dear to me. If you haven't read anything from them yet, I strongly recommend taking a look at their works and going for anything that captures your attention!

Alright, now my conscience is clear and we can move on:

Armageddon Game by posthumous_vigor

One of my more recent obsessions. Basically, padawan Obi-Wan gets captured by Sith Anakin and then groomed to the Dark Side. What I enjoy about this one is how, even despite the unfavorable cards that Obi-Wan has been dealt, he cleverly chases down his goals... but not without twisting himself in the pursuit as well. He is an active actor in this play and ultimately it is not Anakin who Obi-Wan plays against. And by recommending this I'm recommending the whole series :).

Untouched by objectlesson

This fic has one the most predatory padawan Anakin I've ever seen. This child is just so deliciously fucked up in the head. I... I think I'll just let the author's summary speak for itself: In his darkest moments, Anakin began to think of it as his right. To control Obi-Wan’s sleeping mind, force it into a box, shut it up so he could take what he deserved. Warm skin, slack face, soft snores. And then—then—more.

pleasure, little treasure by objectlesson

A guilty pleasure of mine. And probably a very hard pill to swallow, so careful there. In this one, Vader goes back in time, kidnaps Jedi initiate Obi-Wan, and makes him his apprentice. Yes, it's very dark, a psychological horror, but this author writes with such skill and poetry that I trusted they could make me enjoy reading stuff I'd normally avoid... And I was right. The beauty in the abominable. That's why I love this author, the things they write are so refreshingly daring and so deeply fucked up on so many levels, but served in a way that makes me swallow it all up without question. (oh, I should probably mention that as of now this fic is unfinished, I seldomly pick up unfinished works, but with this one, I have no regrets :))

hold my heart more gently than you do my throat by tennessoui

This is a role reversal omegaverse AU. Master Skywalker has been captured by the Separatists, and behind the Council's back, his omega Padawan sets out to save the master in distress. It is debatable if the master in question needs the saving -noises of massacre in the background- (he did need the saving, in my opinion :)). What I really love about this fic are the horror vibes of little Padawan getting chased down the hallways of the enemy base full of dead bodies, and an unknown monster breathing down his neck, but the only thing on his mind is how to find his master and rescue him. Also, I enjoyed the final twist and how the story unfolded in the end. Satisfying. If omegaverse is your thing I definitely recommend this one.

game plan by treescape

Out of all the recommendations, I consider this to be the tame one. If all of the above made you hesitant to try, this is the one to go with. The summary: Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It's kind of a thing. I'm recommending this one for the banter. Some of it is just next level. Very amusing to read. Chef's kiss.

#I wanted to answer this one as soon as possible but I was too excited about getting an ask and then started overthinking a little bit :)) #thank you for the ask! #I hope at least one of the recommendations will sound interesting to you but if not... oh well. I'm aware that most of it is... a lot. #to put it mildly XD. So it's obvious but for my peace of mind I have to put down the warning - please read the tags carefully :) #fic rec #obikin #vaderwan #oh.asks #oh.talk

[chiffiorra]

₊❏❜ ⋮ And Then There Were Three

Kinktober Day #5

Prompt: Double Penetration Characters: Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya This Work Contains: fem!reader, birthday sex, threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, spitroasting, reader is confused at first but then goes "fuck it" WC: 1,085 Note: happy birthday to one of my now fave pairs of twins! i love them and i couldn't resist making something for them :') also this is my first time writing a threesome let alone a prompt of it and i tried my best? idk y'all but please know i tried despite the stage fright lol Taglist: @enchantedforest-network, @saintkuboyasu-main, @nekorei, @oikasenpai, @kenuis, @arlertsbaby, @awkwardaardvarkforever

“Happy Birthday!” you cheered, holding out a small cake to your dear friends. Today was now the twins’ birthday and you wanted to spend some time with your friends alone a little after midnight before you all were going to celebrate with your old friends later on. And what better way to celebrate than to bake them a small cake? Granted, knowing Osamu, he would eat way more than his other half. And there was a chance that it would lead to the twins fighting, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. 

They were your best friends, you treasured them so much beyond words.

Said friends were currently munching on the cake you made for them, enjoying it all the while you were totally unaware of what they had in store for you soon. Had you known much sooner, you would’ve been much more excited for what Atsumu and Osamu had planned for you.

“I hope you’d forgive me later for not buying you two presents, I wasn’t sure what to get you this year,” you said, chuckling sheepishly as you picked up the plates to wash up. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, the cake was great! Even though this dumbass,” Atsumu began, glaring at his twin, “tried to eat it all. Seriously, if anythin’', I should eat more! I’m the older one! Older sibling rights!” He exclaimed.

“Cry about it, ya scrub,” Osamu scoffed back. 

‘Some things never change…’ you mused, smiling softly. 

As you turned your back to wash up the dishes, you were unaware of the look the twins shared with each other as they quietly got up and began to zero in on you. Getting that feeling that someone was watching you, you turned around and were surprised to see both Miya twins staring down at you with unreadable expressions. 

You laughed as you finished up, thinking they were up to their usual troubles. “Okay very funny, what are you guys up to?” You asked. They didn’t respond, though you saw a smirk slowly grow on Atsumu’s face. You gulped, that look on his face meant that they were really up to no good. 

“Say, Samu?” “Yeah, Tsumu?” You watched them turn and talk to each other, it made you start to worry a bit. 

“She said that she didn’t know what to get us for our birthday today, but I think we ‘ave an idea, right?” Atsumu said, moving closer to you, cornering you against the sink. 

As if reading his mind, Osamu nodded before turning to you. "Agreed," he said, before moving to corner you too. You began to feel almost trapped between them.

“Ha ha… you two and your jokes,” you tried to laugh it off as you tried to sidestep away from them, only to have Osamu stop you with a hand on your hip. You froze, unsure what to think. 

“Now, now, don’t be afraid. We have an idea on how you can repay us for takin’ the time to celebrate our special day, right?” Atsumu stated, placing a finger under your chin and making you look up at him. “We’ll stop this if ya want, but really, we’ll consider this a present from ya.”

And whenever Atsumu does something, there was a chance that Osamu was gonna follow after him and now was one of those times. The latter chose to walk behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t see his reaction, but you still felt a stare down your body. He wanted this just as much as his brother did.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “Yes, I want this.” And that was all the confirmation the Miyas needed. They took your hands and led you to your bedroom, excitement swirling inside all three of you for what was going to happen.

That was how you found yourself between both of the twins, feeling like you were in heaven, one was holding your hips tightly enough to nearly leave bruises as he thrusted into you from behind while the other was holding onto your hair as you sucked him off.   

"Fuck- I think I want another after this," Atsumu chuckled, staring down at you with a lustful gaze in his eyes. As if you were responding to them, you sucked on Atsumu’s cock harder while humming as you pushed back against Osamu’s thrusts. The former only moaned from that as his twin simply tightened his grip on your hips. 

“So good fer us… and you were sad that you couldn’t get a birthday gift for us, but I’d say that this is the best one yet,” Osamu said while grinding into you. He took a hold of your asscheek and began squeezing it.

‘Oh, they liked that,’ you thought, before giving all of your focus to pleasuring them. The twins seemed to think the same as they increased the pace of their thrusts along with Osamu teasing your clit. The pleasure doubling was becoming too much but yet it felt so right at the same time, like this was meant to be.

The pleasure didn’t stop when Osamu came inside of you and filled you up completely. All the while his older twin spilled down your throat, forcing you to take it all. 

The pleasure didn’t stop when they switched places after you came, Atsumu taking his brother’s place but now he was under you and held you close to him while Osamu slowly filled your ass. Now this was definitely too much, having it way more than you were used to and your legs couldn’t help but tremble as you felt full as you once again felt your sweet spot being rammed into.  

And the pleasure especially didn’t stop when the twins took turns thrusting into you. One went out while the other went in. Yes, it was indeed a lot and possibly way more than you could ever handle, but you couldn’t help but let all of your moans spill out. They surely weren’t going any easier on you now that they had you like this… just as they had wanted for a long time.

Oh yes, this was the best birthday present you could’ve ever given them.

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[belit0]

Hello i see you've been getting alot of requests so you dont have to do this one anytime soon if you don't want to. Madara and his s/o switch back rubs or his s/o gives him nice body massages sfw maybe giving him a nice bath. I hope you are doing well 💕

Yes! The blog is successfully active, which makes me very happy. Please send as many requests as you want, I'll make time for all of them!

I hope you're doing well too honey, take care and I hope you enjoy this one!

We love soft Madara 😭💕

Madara steps into the hot tub and lets out a sigh of satisfaction as his skin comes into contact with the water. He was forced to take a shower before he could enjoy the bath, washing off all the dust and grime he had gained from his afternoon's training.

Not a day goes with him missing a chance to move around and use the training grounds of the Uchiha compound, dragging Izuna or Hikaku along with him.

His nights, for the most part, are spent in clan meetings and political discussions. His mornings, in gatherings with Hashirama, leading the new stage of peace many opposed. Being highly needed everywhere, a small part of his afternoons is all he can devote to himself, without having to take care of anything or anyone else.

When he returns home, he is always exhausted, having slumped under his own demands and still dealing with the annoyingly traditional Uchiha elders.

There are just a few nights when they give him a break and allow him to relax with (Y/N). When it happens, Madara fears they are planning a war behind his back.

But today, for example, the Uchiha has the night off, and (Y/N) plans to take care of him.

In first instance, she forced him into the bathroom, preventing the man from getting to cook something for them both, and being the one who prepares a romantic evening. It's hard to keep him from taking over, but (Y/N) set out to be the one pampering him tonight, and there's no way he's going to turn the tables.

After grumbling and complaining several times with phrases such as "No need, really, I'm fine, let me take care of you, woman" the Uchiha reluctantly agreed to be shoved into the hot tub, but was thankful for it the second he sat down.

In his distraction of pleasure, she also gets into the water, but instead of sitting across from him, she sits on his back. "Hey, that's unfair... why won't you let me see you?"

"Because if I sit in front of you, it won't be long before you pounce on me, and I'd rather be able to spoil you before it comes to that point. Now hush, and let me treat you."

Whatever complaint the man thought of exclaiming died immediately on his lips as (Y/N) began to run soap all over the plains of his back, detailing the shoulders, his arms, and his neck.

It formed a slick surface on his skin, over which she slid her hands, applying pressure to the spots she knew were full of knots. (Y/N) Could swear her husband was purring like a cat under her hands, tilting his head forward and tying his hair into a high ponytail to get it out of the way.

"Your hands are a treasure, (Y/N). This wasn't necessary, but..."

"I said shhh Madara, just let me take care of you."

"If you wouldn't interrupt me, you might have heard how I was going to be thankful for your massages, you knucklehead... Thank you."

"This is just the beginning, my love."

Once she's finished scrubbing his back, (Y/N) quickly rinses away all traces of soap and helps him untie his hair to wash it as well. Completely clean, she allows him to help her clean herself, just so he won't complain later about not letting him do anything in return.

Finished with the bath, they both dry off with their respective towels and proceed to the bedroom. Before Madara can begin to dress, she quickly puts on her clothes and stops him, instructing him to lie down on the bed, with only the towel wrapped around his waist.

"What are you planning now, you little minx?"

"How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet and let me get on with my plan?”

Indulging her, the Uchiha moves into the requested position and feels his wife climb on top of him, until she is sitting on his bottom. Suddenly, there’s a cool sensation on his skin, and he feels how her hands spread cream all over his back.

The real massage begins now and makes what she previously did in the bath seem like gentle caresses.

She works over all his knots with determination, resolved to leave him as good as new and pain-free. She strategically remembers the areas Madara had complained about on several occasions, paying special attention to rid him of all discomfort.

The Uchiha verbally demonstrates his satisfaction with (Y/N)'s movements, grunting every time she manages to undo a knot.

After about fifteen minutes, all the woman hears is her husband's snoring, dismounting from his back and finding that he has fallen asleep. She removes the excess cream from his spine and pulls off the damp towel, covering him with the quilt for him to sleep peacefully.

She will enjoy the dinner she prepared for the two of them alone, and save his plate for tomorrow.

#uchiha madara x reader #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #madara uchiha #uchiha madara #madara #uchiha clan #naruto imagines #naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto x reader #naruto scenarios

[nostalgiachan]

Once in a Lifetime Opportunity

Twenty-Sixth Prompt: Describe a funny moment in camp.

Summary: So a six-foot-someodd tiefling with metal in her chest gets stuck in a dumbwaiter... (800 words)

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“Karlach, you are my dear friend. I treasure you utterly. How the sweet fuck did you manage this?”

It was the absolute dead of night at the Elfsong Tavern, and all, save Astarion, Halsin, and Vier, were fast asleep. That number should have included Karlach. Instead, she had somehow crammed herself into the dumbwaiter in the corner of the suite, which had then somehow crammed itself halfway down the chute. And so it was that Vier had to piece the scenario together.

“Well,” Karlach grunted, the knees pressing against her chest clearly making it hard to speak, “I wasn’t tired, and I was feeling a bit peckish-like. Wanted to head down to the kitchen to rustle up a snack. Now, I could’ve taken the old fashioned way and left out the front door. But then, I got to thinking.”

“I don’t really think you did,” Vier snarked, “but go on.”

“Thanks for the support, soldier. Anyway, I thought about the dumbwaiter. See, it’s a pretty big box, right? Goes right down to the kitchen, way quicker than taking the stairs. Plus, ever since I was a kid, I’d always wondered what it’d be like to ride one. And how often do you stay in a place that has an actual honest-to-gods dumbwaiter, anyway? This might be my only chance to fulfill a childhood dream!”

“So you jammed yourself in there.”

Within the darkness of the dumbwaiter, Karlach's eyes glowed like a cat’s and were equally full of mischief. “Yep. Getting in wasn’t too hard. Bit of a tight squeeze. But then, two problems: one, I guess I’m a little heavy for the thing, because it dropped down a bit, like so; and two, I tried pulling the rope, but I think something’s jammed.”

“And the gap here’s clearly too small for you to squeeze through now,” Vier mused as she examined the opening. She popped her head into the open chute above the box, conjuring up a small flame to light the interior. While she had to angle herself in an awkward way just to look, she could see the pulley gear just above. After wriggling out, she tried to give the rope a tug herself; sure enough, the box didn’t budge, though whether it was because of a jam or because of Karlach’s heft, she couldn’t tell.

With a sigh and a pinch of the bridge of her nose, she turned to make for her supply pack. As she dug about for bottle of grease, she began to wonder whether her party had a preternatural need to get stuck in holes - she met Gale in a hole in a rock, Boo had gotten trapped in a hole in the wall the other day and Minsc got his finger jammed trying to get him out, and now this. Soon enough, she returned to the dumbwaiter shaft, grease in hand. She leaned in to reach inside, but the pulley was just out of arm’s length; even when she squeezed herself into the gap, she couldn’t maintain footing and reach the gear at the same time.

At this critical juncture, there were a number of sensible options Vier could have taken. She could have called Astarion over - sure, he’d whine up a storm about it, but he had a good few inches of height on Vier and longer arms, to boot, so he could very possibly reach the pulley. She could have called Halsin - if he couldn’t reach up there with some vines, then perhaps he could help Vier manually lift the box enough for Karlach to clamber out. She could have woken up Gale - Grease was generally a projectile spell, after all, and it would take just one hand to lob a glob up the shaft.

Vier did none of these things. Instead, she chose the absolute worst option she could.

“Alright, hold tight, Karlach,” she said as she pushed herself through the gap and onto the top of the box. With her whole body inside, all she needed to do was sit up on her knees and the pulley was well within reach.

There was the horrible sound of wood scraping against wood before the floor suddenly dropped out beneath her. The combined weight was too much for the pulley to handle, and Vier and Karlach were sent screaming down the shaft. Next, an incredible bang and a swift crack as the box smashed against the bottom, followed by groans of pain - terrible pain, certainly, but not life-threatening.

What was more life-threatening, though, was the anger of the kitchen staff, who’d just watched two absolute idiots come crashing in from above and were now down one dumbwaiter. 500 gold for replacement parts and a string of profuse apologies are all that kept the party from being banned from the Elfsong entirely.

#my writing #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #drow tav #cleric tav #named tav #vier alurlssrin #karlach

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Hagurumon

Debut: Digimon World (unobtainable); Digimon Pendulum 5.0 Metal Empire (obtainable)

Hello! I like Digimon now. Hagurumon is my favorite! And you, my treasured and beloved captive audience, are soon going to learn to love Hagurumon dearly, too.

For a brief overview of what exactly Digimon is, it began as a line of virtual pet toys, a direct counterpart to Tamagotchi, intended to be more Cool rather than Cute! Of course, it still has a lot of cute, which you know because you have looked at Hagurumon. Now, look at Hagurumon’s very first teeny tiny sprite!

So small! Not even big enough to be a choking hazard, probably! With how detailed a lot of Digimon designs are, I sometimes prefer the little pixel versions, but with Hagurumon, I think the full art is absolutely better. You get to see its wonderful and precious face! It has one round and one spiky eye-hole, and eyeballs deeper in those holes than they needed to be, for a great peering look, and the mouth! The mouth is so wonderful. The jaggedness gives its smile such an innocence that might not be captured in a smooth curve!

I haven’t mentioned it yet, and it is obvious at this point, but it still needs to be said that Hagurumon is Some Gears, but not JUST Some Gears, more like Thumb Gears! Because the two smaller gears are like five-fingered hands with the longer teeth! The gears are constantly rotating, and at this point its lore gets really funny, because it is said to have “countless gears built into its body”. I count three. Three gears. Its body is kind of bulbous, though, so maybe they’re inside? I guess we won’t know unless they showed us what it looks like inside, or something.

Oh! They did do that! It looks empty. It looks like it was opened like an egg and someone is frying up some Metal Yolk. So... three gears, still? I guess? I still think three. Thank you for opening up to us, Hagurumon!

This specific art of Hagurumon goes really hard look at it

Hagurumon is a Virus-attribute Digimon, and Virus-attribute Digimon are kind of... bad guys! But it is really not so simple. Hagurumon has the attribute because it can use black gears full of computer viruses to control other Digimon, but hold on, be nice to Hagurumon! It is not a bad guy! You see, it has no sense of self. If someone is using it for evil, it has no way of knowing! Similarly, though, it has no way of knowing if someone is using it for good, or being its friend... this is a very fascinating characterization for your monster sidekick, I think! Be nice to Hagurumon, even if it doesn’t understand, just because it deserves it.

Hagurumon has another form, where it is affected by the X-Antibody, and basically all you need to know about the X-Antibody is that it leads to new alternative designs for classic Digimon! Hagurumon’s perfect face is untouched, and it instead receives a larger gear to nestle in, new big drill hands, and even some new little guys! These are Kohagurumon, which contain an even more powerful computer virus, and are quite cute, but not as cute as Hagurumon itself. Overall, this form is very neat and cool and I like it! I prefer the original Hagurumon, but I like this a lot!

There is even more I could say about Hagurumon, but this post is long enough, I think. I think it is so wonderful that there is so much to say about any given one of hundreds of collectible creatures! I will end by noting that Hagurumon is a Child/Rookie level Digimon, which is typically the stage that serves as a human character’s sidekick, Digivolving into stronger forms temporarily but staying in this one by default. Needless to say, Hagurumon would absolutely be my partner Digimon, my (one-sided?) friend to the end!

#hagurumon #digimon #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako

[fruitcoops]

So I’m kinda obsessed with the thought of Leo being obsessed with self care and yoga. Could you perhaps write something about him teaching Logan and Finn some self care stuff while one of them is stressed?

Yes! LeLo loving to start the week off right :) Cubs credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

Logan came around the corner of the kitchen like a bat out of hell, wild-eyed and tugging at the brim of his baseball cap, his shoulders creeping closer to his ears by the second.

Leo set his dish towel down and held his arms out for Logan to crumple into.

They stood in silence, swaying gently; Leo could feel Logan’s rapid pulse as he smoothed a hand over his back in long strokes, up and down, up and down, with enough pressure that Logan would feel it through the thick fabric of Finn’s hoodie. And when it calmed and Logan nuzzled beneath his jaw, Leo abandoned all movement to squeeze him tight. Logan smelled good when he tucked his nose into the curls peeking out from his hat. He was soft, and warm. His hands were still shaky where they splayed over Leo’s bare back.

“I think I’m bad at being a person,” came a mumbled confession after a long stretch of quiet.

Leo hummed—they had talked about it before, once or twice. He was generally good at emotional regulation, but Logan had spent so long stomping everything down that it was…hard, sometimes.

It was just hard.

It sucked. It hurt. Logan got shaky and worried and panicked, and it broke Leo’s heart to see him lost at sea. Hugs helped a lot. Other things, too, but where Finn needed kisses like he needed air, Logan preferred to be held until he came back to his body. They were all still learning each other—his boys put in so much effort to know how to love him right, and Leo treasured every new thing he found, however small.

“I think you’re really good at being a person,” he whispered with a small kiss to Logan’s ear. “You’re one of my favorite people, actually.”

“I need—” Logan broke off with an unhappy puff of air; his fingertips dug into Leo’s hips a little, still gentle but definitely there. “I feel like I need to go boxing and also throw up.”

Leo cupped the back of his neck in one hand and felt Logan melt into him a little more. “Did something happen?”

“There’s too much.”

He waited for Logan to continue, but no more words spilled out against his collarbone. “Too much what?”

“It’s just too much,” Logan repeated, more frustrated than before. He relaxed his hold on Leo’s hips and began running his hands along Leo’s sides as if to soothe himself with the contact. Leo couldn’t complain—Logan had the nicest hands he’d ever seen, and they fit just right in the dip of his waist. Logan paused there with a grumbly sort of noise. “Feelings, I think. I don’t know. It’s a lot and I want it out.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Non.”

Worth a shot. Leo carefully removed the baseball cap and ran a hand through Logan’s hair, frizzy from tugging, before resting his chin on top. “Do you want me to keep hugging you?”

“I don’t know,” Logan said miserably. “I love you. You’re warm. Everything feels bad.”

“I love you, too,” Leo laughed into his curls. A few more moments couldn’t hurt. Logan fit just right in his arms, broad and solid yet short enough for a proper snuggle. Leo rubbed the thick muscle of his shoulder blade and felt the tension ease by a degree; Logan sighed, his breath cool on Leo’s skin. “Let’s try something, ouais?”

Logan groaned when Leo stepped away and began guiding him into the living room. “I take it back, come here and let me hug you more.”

“Five minutes,” Leo promised, then kissed his forehead and grabbed his computer off the desk. It didn’t take long to find the video—he used it more than he cared to admit, for everything from insomnia to the days when he wanted to curl up under a blanket and scream. The quiet, chiming music calmed him the second he pressed ‘play’.

“Are you fucking kidding?”

“Five minutes,” Leo repeated.

Logan crossed his arms over his chest with a suspicious glare. “You want me to do yoga?”

“I want you to feel better,” he corrected. “And this always helps me. Come on, downward dog.”

“I—” Logan bit the inside of his cheek; Leo relaxed into the familiar stretch of his legs and back, and watched Logan look to the ceiling before grudgingly joining him on the floor. “Like this?”

“It’s not a plank. Ass up, Tremblay.”

“I’m doing it like her!” Logan protested, gesturing to the computer.

“Keep your feet flat.”

“I am not that flexible.”

Leo rolled his eyes and straightened up with a silent curse to his past self for not stretching that morning—Logan’s stomach muscles were wound tight when he pressed a flat palm to his abdomen and pulled him into the proper position, ignoring the groans and muttered curses that followed. “Better.”

“This is terrible, and I hate you.”

Leo patted him gently on the rear as he returned to his spot. “If you still hate me in four minutes, you’re free to do whatever.”

On the screen, Lillian arched down into cobra pose, and Leo sighed when his back cracked at the stretch. “This is nice,” Logan remarked.

Leo didn’t bother opening his eyes. “Keep your arms straight.”

“God damn you, you fucking flexible goalie.”

“You love how flexible I am,” Leo hummed, moving easily into child’s pose on Lillian’s cue. He couldn’t count the number of times he had blown off the last of his game-time adrenaline with a nice, long stretch—Lillian and her fellow instructors were practically family in his mind. “How’s this one feel?”

Silence answered him.

Leo paused, then frowned and cracked an eye open. “Lo, baby? You good?”

Logan mumbled something incomprehensible where his face was pressed to the floor and stretched his arms out further. His knees were tucked up perfectly, and his back held only the slightest curve. His breathing grew steadier with each exhale; Leo’s whole chest warmed as he watched the untethered tension roll out. Lillian changed positions, but Logan didn’t so much as twitch.

“Lo?”

“This,” Logan sighed. “This is what I needed.”

Leo smiled to himself and laid on his back, toying with Logan’s fingers where they splayed on the rug. “Feels pretty good, huh?”

“I get it now.”

“Yoga?”

“Floor time.”

Leo snorted, then gave in to full-blown laughter that made Logan grin through the sliver of space between his arm and the ground. Their loving and relentless teasing of Finn for his urge to lay on the floor after a novel’s particularly good plot twist had been a source of bonding right away—Logan’s tales of stepping over Finn in their dorm while he processed the shock of an unexpected love triangle brought the most wonderful strawberry blush to freckled cheeks, one that Leo lived to kiss away. Finn had been like that since the start, though, and it had only taken Leo a few weeks into his rookie season for the surprise of finding his roommate flat on his back with a book over his face to wear off.

He reached out to tug a lock of Logan’s hair. “You should tell him you converted. He’ll lose his mind.”

“Different reasons.” Logan flexed his fingers and rolled his weight back onto his heels, catlike, before sitting up with a last stretch of his back and flopping over to lay across Leo’s stomach. Emerald green eyes leveled scrutiny on his face. “You’re too smart.”

“Am I?”

“You knew that would work.”

“Course I did.”

“You’re going to make me do yoga with you forever, aren’t you?”

Leo grinned and ran a thumb over Logan’s lips to trace the curve of his smile. “Course I am.”

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn ohara #cubs #oknutzy #coast to coast #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #stress #yoga #cuddles #hurt/ comfort

[lokiwhitewolf]

Red Hot Winter- Chapter 20

Hey guys! I was really busy in November, but here it goes chapter 20! And how do you guys feel about a Christmas chapter?

Chapter Text

Chapter 20 "Darkest Little Paradise"

Mystic Falls. They were back at it again, but instead of Caroline and Elena staying in their house, not that Elena had a house to return to after burning it all down, they were at the Originals Mansion.

Klaus and Caroline didn't want to waste any time, the hybrid especially. He had waited for Caroline for too long to wait even a few months to finally marry her.

Hayley, Bonnie, Davina, and even Kol were with them. Elena didn't particularly like the fact that Elijah's youngest sibling was spending so much time with the young witch, but Elijah assured her that if Kol even thought of betraying them, he'd gladly join her and kill his brother again.

"Tell me again what you wanted to do to me the night your family threw that ball." Said Elena the night they got there.

Klaus and Caroline were out in town, and Bonnie had taken Davina to the Mystic Grill with Kol on toll, leaving the mansion to Elijah and Elena. They were in the living room, dancing together with barely any distance between them.

"I believe I told you it took everything in me not to steal you from the Salvatore brothers." He said, smiling at the memory.

"And what exactly did you want to do to me if you got me away from the Salvatore brothers, Mr. Mikaelson?" Elena asked, whispering in his ear.

"Well Ms. Gilbert, let's just say I wanted to do things and give you pleasure that no boy in this little town was ever able to, and now that I've got you, they never will." He said, his voice getting lower. Elena smiled.

"They won't hun?"

"Never." He said.

Elijah pulled her into his arms and kissed her the way he had wanted to kiss her at the ball in front of everyone. He held her close as he felt their lips and hearts intertwined in one sweet moment that seemed to last forever. Elijah had yearned for this back then and he would never stop. He felt like the most fortunate man in the world, and he knew that this was what true love was like; that he had found his greatest treasure in the woman in his arms.

Parting from her, the only thing he could see in her eyes was what was reflected in his own: love, true love.

Holding her up, he ran until he got to the room they were both sharing.

"Impatient much?" She asked smiling, when he dropped her on the bed, crawling up to her.

"It's entirely your fault love, I can't seem to get enough of you."

Somehow Elena had managed to take off, well ripped, Elijah's button-up shirt.

Elijah spread Elena's legs and went down on her. He felt like it was on fire and it felt so good that Elena couldn't help but moan out loud. Elijah continued pleasuring and nibbling and manipulating his tongue inside her with precision and skill, and it was too much for Elena to bear and before long she was trembling with pleasure.

Elijah kept going and sent Elena off for a second fall.

He kept nibbling and thrusting until Elena was an explosive ball of pleasure again and this time he was rewarded with a stream of juice from her. It was a truly intimate act of love.

"So good for me, my love." He said, coming back to her, smiling at her. Elena felt as if all her inhibitions had disappeared and she had completely surrendered herself to him. She looked up into his eyes and kissed him again, more passionately this time. At that moment, she felt more alive than ever before. She felt a never-ending connection with Elijah and the pleasure he had given her was incomparable. Their kiss was long and passionate, expressing everything they were feeling without using any words.

Elijah shed the rest of his clothes away, but before even making any movement, he looked at her silently asking her.

"Yes, my love." She answered.

He began to move his body in a rhythm that delighted her senses and made her feel alive. His touch was soft and gentle as he kissed her neck and caressed her curves, increasing the intensity as her arousal heightened. His movements were in perfect harmony with hers, and soon her body was trembling with anticipation as her excitement built.

He teased her nipples and trailed his hands down her body, inciting a deep purr from her lips as he explored and caressed. His skillful strokes aroused her completely and soon she was shaking with need. His mouth found hers and they shared an intimate kiss, his hands still exploring as he deepened their kiss. As they moved together, Elijah knew he was giving her pleasure, feeling her body respond to his every move. His pleasure heightened as he felt her response to his touch.

Elijah's thrusts increased in intensity, pushing Elena over the brink of ecstasy as his passion grew, increasing with every movement. Elena cried out as her pleasure reached new heights with every stroke. Elijah watched as she began to tremble and shake, her climax imminent. He thrust harder and faster, pushing her over the edge. Elena's peak crashed into his body as she collapsed against him, her cries turning into soft moans of joy. Elijah followed soon after, reveling in the feeling of Elena's pleasure against his own. Elijah held her close while they basked in the afterglow.

He gently kissed her and lay next to her, bringing her body next to his own.

"I love you, my lovely Elena." He said, his eyes fluttering shut.

"I love you too Elijah." She said, laying her head on his shoulder and letting herself fall asleep.

The next day both Elijah and Elena had plans with Klaus and Caroline respectively, while Elijah did have one small thing to do after following his brother.

Both Elena and Caroline would have lunch with Sherrif Forbes, who wasn't exactly thrilled that her son-in-law-to-be was Klaus Mikaelson, but she also knew that Klaus would protect and love Caroline no matter what.

While Klaus and Elijah had other plans.

"You know I can't keep this from Elena, don't you?" Asked Elijah, when Klaus told him his plan.

"Brother it's poetic justice. Besides, I've talked to Elena about it." Said Klaus.

"You have?"

"This morning while Caroline was getting ready."

"And what did she say?"

"She told me she did try to do something at the time it happened but Stefan didn't do anything."

"And what exactly do you plan to do with Damon, brother?"

"He won't die Elijah, but he will certainly suffer for abusing Caroline."

Elijah knew why his brother was doing this. Caroline was a young vampire, she'd never be able to make Damon pay for what he had done to her when she was human, but Klaus could. As far as he knew, Damon had only tortured Elena to try and get her to flip her humanity back on, and that certainly could constitute a reason for Elijah. Assaulting a woman and making her forget about it was one of the worse crimes vampires, and even humans could do and both of them would make sure Damon paid for it. Caroline was part of their family after all.

The Salvatore house appeared to be empty. Rumor had it that Stefan was in Texas, giving into his Ripper persona after Katherine died. Klaus opened the door and the smell of human decomposition hit both brothers right away. Three humans lay on the living room floor, completely drained of blood.

"What are you doing here?" Asked a grumpy and drunk Damon, carrying an almost empty bottle of scotch, showing up in the living room. "Aren't you supposed to be planning your little wedding to vampire Barbie?" That prompts Klaus to run to Damon, holding his neck and slamming him into the wall.

"Don't you dare say a word against my fiancé and queen, Damon!" Said Klaus, in a threatening tone. The young vampire just laughed.

"I was right to always use her to distract you, and it always worked." Damon persisted.

Klaus put his hand inside Damon's chest gripping his heart.

"You see, after Caroline said yes to marrying me she told me about how you'd drink her blood and sexually assault her when she was human and make her forget about it."

"She's lying and you know it." Says Damon, challenging him. Elijah knew right then that this would be a lot more painful for the young vampire than it needed to be.

Klaus smiled and compelled Damon.

"Tell me what you did to her."

Under the compulsion, Damon started admitting.

"I'd drink her blood until she passed out and then take what I wanted from her body. When she would regain consciousness, I'd make her forget about the attacks and make her use a scarf to hide it."

"Were there other women?"

"Yes."

"How many?"

"Too many"

Klaus removed his hand from Damon's chest, and the vampire fell to the ground.

"You're gonna kill me for doing that to her? You'd have done the same thing to her." Says Damon, massaging his wounded skin.

"I and my sibling might've been raised by Mikael and Esther, arguably two of the worst parents to ever roam the earth, but none of us would ever take from a woman what isn't ours to take," Klaus said, kneeling to the ground, still smiling. "How do you think we should do this brother?"

"Death would be too easy Niklaus, you shouldn't bite him either. Even during his reaper days, Stefan would beg you to cure Damon." Replied Elijah.

"You're right brother." Klaus picked Damon up and sat him down on a wooden chair Elijah had put in the middle of the room. Compelling him again, Klaus said, "Don't move."

"What's up with you two? You used to fight a lot more." Says Damon. "Don't tell me your kid all across the pond soften the heart of the big bad Klaus Mikaelson?"

"Don't you say a word against my daughter!" Shouted Klaus, snapping his neck.

"Now Mom, tell me." Said Caroline. She, Elena, and her mom were all having lunch in the most expensive restaurant in Mystic Falls. Caroline and Liz only were there a few times during their lives, but the previous night the Sherriff knew Klaus could offer her daughter the type of life she always dreamed of, and Caroline had told her if she let her Liz would live that type of life as well, but she could tell her mother was hiding something from her. "What are you keeping from me?"

"Caroline!" Says Elena.

"It's okay Elena." Says Sherriff Forbes. "I didn't tell you anything last night Care because you seemed so happy telling me all the details of the proposal and showing me the ring, and the plans for the wedding. Caroline, the truth is… I've been diagnosed with cancer. They can't remove it, and I don't want treatment. I don't want to watch my life fade away. I want to enjoy what I have left, and walking you down the aisle is more than I can ask for."

"What…no, mom, no!" Caroline started crying reaching out to her mother, who was crying as well. "No, this can't be happening mom, tell me this isn't the truth Mom, please!"

"I'm sorry Caroline."

Meanwhile, in the Salvatore mansion, Klaus and Elijah had taken turns staking Damon everywhere but his heart. That's until Klaus had an idea. Carrying Damon's weakened body to the Salvatore cellar, he dropped him to the floor.

"Niklaus, you need to end this rendezvous of yours." Says Elijah, after reading a text from Elena.

"Why's that? I'm having fun brother."

"Elena texted. She said Sherriff Forbes had unfortunate news to both her and Caroline today."

"I know. I could smell it last night when I and Caroline took her to dinner. I couldn't tell her, and her mother asked me not to tell her anything. We're almost done."

Damon opened his eyes, immediately standing up. Klaus smiled evilly, compelling him once again.

"Now, I want you to stake yourself, repeatedly close to your heart. When you pass out from blood loss, drink enough from the blood bags you have just to regain enough strength to go back to staking yourself."

Leaving the cellar, being followed by Elijah, they locked the door behind them and exited the Salvatore house.

Opening the trunk of his car, Klaus changed his shirt from the bloody one he was wearing. Elijah did the same with his button-up and suit.

"You go home now brother, I have something else to do." Said Elijah.

"Care to share?" Asked Klaus.

"Perhaps you know Niklaus." Replied Elijah, smiling.

Klaus got into the car and started driving back to the Originals Mansion, while Elijah took the route to the woods.

A few minutes later, he reached his destination. The Gilbert family burial plot. Kneeling, Elijah started talking.

"Mr and Mrs. Gilbert, you don't know me, but I've heard a lot about you from Elena. I know you were her real parents, not Isobel or John, though they sacrificed themselves for her. I also know you know my kind, the Originals. I was turned into a vampire by my parents, and I didn't want that at first. Before Elena came into my life, there was truly no reason for me to stay alive. She brought me back, she gave me a reason to keep fighting, to stay alive even when my family is going through the worst period we've faced. I've warned her about my enemies, but still she didn't back away. I love her, and I'm never going to stop loving her, always and forever. I'm not even sure if any of you are listening but I'm asking you to grant me the exceptional honor of the hand of your daughter in marriage."

A few seconds went and the wind carried a daisy right into Elijah's hand. This particular flower, for the Vikings, means love and admiration.

"Thank you!" Elijah said, smiling.

Later that night, after Klaus calmed Caroline down and Elijah was back home, the doorbell rang.

"Hayley, why don't you answer the door?" Asked Elena. She knew who was behind the door. That was something she and Caroline had planned in a very quick motion before coming to Mystic Falls. Klaus, Caroline, Elijah, Elena, and Hayley were all in the living room.

Hayley dropped the book she was trying to read and got up from the couch. Before she even opened the door, she heard a child laughing. Klaus was beside her in a second, with Elijah following suit. Caroline and Elena were watching the scene playing out from the first steps of the stairs. Breathing out, and with her hands shaking Hayley opened the door.

On the outside, there was Hope, a bit older, being carried by Rebekah.

"My daughter!" Said Hayley, breaking down crying and immediately grabbing her from Rebekah.

"Mommy!" Said Hope, gripping Hayley's hair, and smiling. Not taking it anymore, Klaus hugged both Hope and Hayley. "Daddy!" Said Hope, cheering.

"Hope, my littlest wolf." He said, kissing her forehead. Hayley turned around and walked into the house. "Hope, this is your uncle, Elijah," Klaus said, though Hayley didn't want to let her go. Elijah just shook his head.

"Hello, my dear." He said, kissing her head.

"Eli, Eli" Hope tried to say his name, but couldn't.

"She can't spell it, it's too hard." Said Elena, laughing.

"Hope, this is your aunt, Elena." Said Elijah. Elena came to them, smiling at Hope, and kissing her cheek.

"Lena," Hope said.

"She can't spell yours either, my love," Elijah said, smiling at Elena.

"Hope, this is Caroline." Said Klaus. "She's going to be Daddy's wife in a few days, which makes her your stepmother."

Hope smiled at Caroline and instantly some white rose pattels started to fall on top of Caroline's head.

"Oh hello my dear." Said Caroline, kissing Hope's cheek.

"Care" Said Hope.

"That's right love!" Said Klaus, kissing his daughter again.

Hayley took Hope upstairs, followed by Rebekah, Elena, and Elijah.

"How… How did you do that love?" Asked Klaus, hugging Caroline.

"We couldn't get married without her being here now, could we?"

"I love you so much, Caroline." He said, caressing her face with his hand.

"I love you more."

"Is that even possible love? If you do recall, I'm an original."

"Yeah, but I'm always right." Klaus laughed in a way he hadn't in a long time. Klaus leaned in close to Caroline, looking into her eyes as if for permission. She didn't need to say anything for him to know what he wanted, and he could almost feel her need for him mirrored in his own heart. He felt his lips growing, ever so sweetly drawing closer to her own until they finally met. He kissed her with a passion that he had never felt before, one that seemed to be shared by her. They clung to each other tightly, as if each with one of them were the other's lifeline. As their kiss deepened, everything around them seemed to fade away, and they were lost in each other for what seemed like an eternity. The desire he felt for her was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Her lips were soft and inviting against his, and it felt like all time had stopped as they kissed. He felt as though he could stay that way forever, feeling her warm breath on his skin and holding her in his arms. As they finally pulled away from each other, they both had a knowing look in their eyes, as if they knew that this was only the beginning of something wonderful.

"I can't wait to marry you, love," He said.

"I'll be the one in white, if you want a hint" He smiled at her.

"Thank you."

"What for?"

"For everything."

"You don't need to thank me, Klaus. I love you and I'll always be here, always and forever."

"Always and forever, love"

For the first time in a long time, The Mikaelsons were at peace.

For now, at least.

#elejah #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson #original vampire #originals #the originals #the vampire diaries #klaus x y/n #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus x caroline #bonnie bennett #kol mikaelson #davina claire

[chiropteracupola]

fic writer meme

tagged by @sanguinarysanguinity — thank you, this was an interesting one to ponder!

ao3 name: chiroptera_in_the_cupola

fandoms: as writing and interest generally goes, I think the major players currently are and have been Treasure Island, Hornblower, Flight of the Heron, and [one look at the work-in-progress spreadsheet later] uh, I guess Sharpe as well at the moment :]

I do like to pick up other things for a small thing or two, and plan to continue doing so, but I think those first three are the ones that have really captured my interest in a way that supports sustained writing, altho' we'll see how things shake out as time goes on.

number of works: 56, which is really quite a few for only a bit more than two years of actually posting work on ao3!

work I spent the most time on: 'well met, my dear one' went through revisions and periods of abandonment for nearly two years. it was one of the very first Treasure Island fics that I began, but needed to be entirely begun over again from scratch at one point, and so took rather a while even though it's not all that long.

works I spent the least time on: 'make my bed where the bodies lie', 'the king shall dress in gold', and 'the way was carved in ice' were all written in about four or five hours each. it's always lucky when inspiration strikes like that and can carry me all the way through a story in one go, but less lucky for any other things I might have planned on doing that day!

longest fic: 'Nane Shall Ken Where He Is Gane', or, as I've more frequently called it, the Wormsfic — and that's only a third of it so far! oh boy!

shortest fic: 'who's to blame', the very shortest of a series of a few very tiny little micro-fics done as part of a prompt game some years ago.

most hits: 'as in a mirror dimly', my one fic for The Mummy — hm, I think I'd say that that one is mostly on account of the movie itself being a much more well-known thing than many of the other areas I more frequently write in, altho' the central relationship is. shall I simply say unpopular.

most kudos: oddly enough, 'here in your arms is cured', my first Kidnapped fic — hopefully I will someday finish more, that they may be similarly well received!

total word count: 90,380

favorite work of my own: this is one question I can't really answer — a lot of stories are my favorites for very different reasons! but I'll take this space to mention 'Shaking Off Our Shadows', which, since it's for rather an obscure book, I've not discussed much, but I am nonetheless very proud of, among my recent work. Reading The Wolf and the Watchman left me feeling very cold and grimy and sad, and I'm very pleased with the results of attempting to spin a happier ending (and a not-entirely-joking beach vacation) for Cardell and Winge.

fic you want to rewrite / expand on: I've actually already done a rewrite of one that I felt particularly needed a second take with time (that being 'sleep in it slowly (if you can)' / 'Midwinter Thaw', my pair of winter-at-Graçay Hornblower fics) and am in the process of working on another — both of the fics getting done over in this way were written fairly quickly and mostly while I was sick, which left them with some oddnesses that I'm enjoying getting to smooth out in the later versions. and both of these also do happen to be things that I'd like more fic about in general, so I might as well write myself what I'd like to read. some of my earlier Treasure Island fic also could probably do with a revision, since I've grown a lot as a writer (and also as a Person!) in these few years, but that'd take time I don't really feel inclined to use for that right now.

when it comes to expansion and sequels and such, I'd really love to write more in the same continuity as my most recent Sharpe fic (giving the Chosen Men the Monstrous Regiment treatment certainly deserves more time than I've given it thus far!) and I've got a great many more Flintlock Fortress tales in the works as well.

share a bit of a wip or story idea you are planning on:

“Whatever it is is clever — my snares are sprung, but there’s nothing there.” “That’s a man done it then.” “No, there’s only paw-prints, no boot-marks at all. And big ones, too.” He spread his hand to indicate the size, fingers splayed nearly to their full extension. “There’s nothing got paws as big as that, Dan,” said Cooper, with a little less conviction than he’d aimed for.

here's another chunk of my Ladyhawke AU for Sharpe, which has been taking up quite a bit of space in the old braincase these past few days. hopefully I shall manage to make it to the actual meat of the plot soon, altho' I'm also enjoying the sort of shenaniganerous Lads' Miserable Camping Trip of it all thus far!

and hm, I see a lot of the usual suspects have been tagged already — @dxppercxdxver, @kigiom, @bishakespeares, @baronetcoins, @phoenixflames12, would you like to give this game a go?

#em writes stuff #tangentially so #one of those tag things

[coffehbeans]

I'm pretty bad at explaining stuff but here goes nothing lol

The story, happening in a small village in the mountains, 5 or so hours away from the nearest city, is about a man called Aurelien who, after getting new interesting missions at his town treasurer job, him and his wife Julia finishing their house renovations, their son Hugo getting married, thought his life settled down. But, despite being a planner type, he could've never prepare for what happened to him.

Basically, one day he just began to undergo sudden growth spurts, increasingly spaced in time and more and more unpleasant.

The first time, he didn't even noticed it. A small nauseous feeling followed by a slight neck stiffness he blamed on late work. Three days later in the morning, that feeling lingered a little longer, then his entire body ached. He maybe grew a few inches but it was enough for him and Julia to freak out about. They told nobody about this except Hugo of course, and Mar, the town's doctor and a long time friend, who set on understanding what was happening. A few days passed and no answer so far but it didn't happen again, so they thought they could just make up a quick lie if people questioned him and slowly went back to their routines.

But two weeks, while he was out at Pat's coffee shop with a couple of friends, that queasy feeling came back. He brushed that off at first until the stiffness came next, more brutal than last time making him unable to walk out of sight. Everyone there saw him just grow 10 inches in the span of a couple of seconds (not gargantuan ofc, he could still walk under most door frames without scraping the top of his head). It circulated quickly around town. After some discussing, Mar noticed the pattern and they came to the horrible realization that this would keep happening, and it'll get worse.

This story is a funny excuse to explore characters reactions and evolution in that kind of setting. Like, Aurelien is someone who likes to plan everything. Not knowing how and when it'll happen next throws a wrench in his life plans. He gotta let go and let things change. Or for example Mar badly wants/needs to understand: he'll spend hours searching and studying (but to no avail because yeah, there is absolutely no explanation for this. I haven't came up with one lol. It's just like that XD) And there are also characters for fun interactions and exchanges like Tatiana, Hugo's fiancée, who's more fascinated by all this. Or her mother who is an awful loudmouth ("You should reconsider your marriage, honey. In case this is hereditary" kind of person >:U)

Now, how does it end? Not sure, but as long as I can rotate and cook it like a barbecue in my head, it doesn't has to.

[Maxwell's theme song faintly playing in the distance]

Lurking this is amazing!! Really, I'm so sad you didn't tell me more about it. I love the premise (it's my favorite you know that auahs) and also also I love how it's a normal setting you know? A normal guy with his family, job and friends, and suddenly all these things happen to him. It's unique and that's why I love it! And you already have names and internal conflict for your mc and everything (I love when the lesson is about learning that not everything is under your control). You should definitely write it! Like, your description was already engaging so I'd love to read a story from you with this premise!

#You can't just present me with such an interesting story and leave me hanging like that aaaah:'D #tldr I love it I want moreee #coffeh answers

[twilightinanotherlife]

It’s Complicated

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [Ch 3]

Fandom: The Twilight Saga x Life and Death Twilight Reimagined

Pairing: Bella Swan/Edythe Cullen

Rating: Teen

Summary: Edythe drives Bella to the auto shop so that the later can pick up her truck. Bella goes on her first hunting trip since arriving in Forks.

Word count: 2,948

(Bella’s P.O.V)

Saturday rolled around and it brought with it a truck bedload of anticipation. I slept in today finally crawling out of bed just before noon. As I threw together a ham and egg sandwich for brunch, I noticed that my senses were getting weak. It always started with my senses. First it was my eyes. Usually, I could see the air particles dancing around and everything was in pristine clarity. But bit by bit the air particles faded away and the colors began to dim. Then it was my sense of smell. Normally I could smell raindrops in the clouds before they fell from the sky. So, imagine my surprise when I heard the sound of rain hitting my roof and I had not anticipated it. In hindsight I should have. I do currently live in a rainforest.

It wasn’t a hindrance really. My senses were just fine, by human standards, it only meant that I would need to hunt soon. The cattle blood in my refrigerator wasn’t cutting it anymore. After I ate, I found my phone in my room and saw that I had a missed call from Edythe. My ringer had been turned off and I had not heard the vibrations I normally would have. Add that to the list of reasons why I need to go hunting this weekend. I called Edythe back. Once the small talk was done, Edythe asked when it would be a good time to pick me up. I told her whenever was fine and she said she’d see me soon. I hopped in the shower for a quick wash and threw on some clothes.

I had just pulled on my raincoat when I heard a car pull into my driveway. I should have been able to hear Edythe’s car from miles away. Yep, definitely going hunting this weekend. There was a rhythmic knock on my door. Even though I knew who would be behind it, it still brightened my day to see her. But it was also bittersweet in a way. I was determined that today was the last day I would spend with Edythe. I was not sure what I could do about Biology class, but I could avoid her outside of school. I cared too much about Edythe to continue putting her in danger.

I locked my front door and Edythe led me to the passenger door which she held open for me. Edythe took the scenic route to the auto shop. At the end of Nottingham Way, she turned away from the beaten path and took an unpaved dirt road. The road cut through the trees creating its own path. Some time ago, before the streets were paved, this could have been a regularly used road. Now it was a forgotten piece of the town’s history; a treasure for me and Edythe to enjoy together. The drive had shown off some of the beauty that this small corner of the world had to offer. Even in the middle of winter, the trees were a bright green. The color stood out against the brown trunks of the towering western hemlock trees and Douglas-firs. I wondered if Edythe was enjoying the scenery as much as I am.

“I’m glad you picked this road,” I broke the comfortable silence we’d been riding in. “The view is beautiful.”

“It is not the view that I am admiring.” Edythe turned her head slightly so that I could see her lopsided grin and twinkling eyes.

My cheeks painted themselves a bright pink and the smell of freesias and crisp apples saturated the air. Edythe’s fingers briefly gripped the steering wheel before her whole body relaxed. Hybrid blood had a strange effect on vampires. Unlike the scent of human blood, which flamed the fire of a vampire’s throat, a hybrid’s blood was more soothing. Just a whiff of a hybrid’s scent could ease the thirst of a starving vampire better than the taste of the sweetest human blood. Though it would quench a vampire’s thirst they lacked the instinct to drink from us. Some part of their subconscious told them that hybrids weren’t met to be a food source for them, but that didn’t stop some vampires from trying.

“Tell me about yourself,” I suddenly changed the course of the conversation. I had to stop this flirtation with Edythe before we both became too attached. The last thing I wanted to do was lead her on in any way. “You’re adopted, right?”

Confusion twisted Edythe’s perfect features. She clearly was not expecting such a sudden change in our topic of conversation. Plus, I imagine her inability to read my mind made it even more unexpected.

“I’m sorry,” I continued. “Is that too personal a question? I don’t mean to pry.”

Edythe’s face smoothed out. “No, it’s alright. You just caught me by surprise is all.” She probably wasn’t surprised often.

“Yes. I was adopted by Carlisle a long time ago. He was my godfather, a good friend of my parents. After they died, Carlisle and Earnest took me in.”

“Earnest adopted you too then?”  

“No, it was just Carlisle. There are cases of same-sex second parent adoption, but it involves petitioning and lawyers and courtrooms. Carlisle and Earnest thought it might traumatize me further to put me through all that. They’ve always done their best to do right by me.”

“You care about them very much.” It wasn’t a question. Merely a statement of the obvious.

“I do.”

“And the others? They were adopted by Carlisle, as well?”

“Not all of them. Just Alice and Emmett. Rosalie and Jessamine are Earnest’s nieces. He took them in not too long after I was adopted.”

“Wait,” I said recalling what Jessica had told me on my first day at Forks High. “I thought Emmett and Alice were foster kids. At least that’s what I’ve heard at school.”

Edythe shrugged. “It doesn’t surprise me that you were misinformed. A lot of people don’t know the difference between ‘fostering’ and ‘adoption.’ They were foster kids, siblings actually, when they came to live with us. It was just Emmett at first, but when Carlisle found out about Alice, he took her in too.”

“That was really kind of him. Earnest too.”

Edythe nodded her head in agreement. “They’re two of the best people I’ve ever known. Carlisle and Earnest have done so much for me.”

I understood that the story was a fabrication; a lie to tell the humans, but that last part was the truth. I could hear the truth of it in Edythe’s voice. She loved her fathers and no matter what the cover story was the Cullens were a family.

When we inevitably reached our destination, I couldn’t fight the heavy feeling in my heart. I was determined that this would be the end of our budding relationship. It was simply far too dangerous to get involved with anyone and it was best I ended things now. How do you break up with someone whom you’d only started falling for, whom you’ve never even been on a date with?

Edythe walked with me as I followed the mechanic to my truck. When I had bought it from the car dealership in Seattle it had been fully restored. The dealership had bought the red pick-up truck from a local who had done a lot of work and maintenance on it. I had been impressed by how new the truck looked, but as the mechanic led us to the truck, I was not as impressed. The truck clearly had several dents in the cargo bed and the paint was badly chipped. Edythe noticed the flaws too and frowned.

“They certainly did a job well done,” she remarked sarcastically after the mechanic had left. Her fingers ran over the dents and chipped paint. “Perhaps I should ask Rose to give it a makeover.”

“No need to bother her,” I said. “The exterior’s appearance doesn’t matter so long as I can drive it from point A to point B.”

I climbed into the cab and placed the key in the ignition. With a turn of the key the beast roared to life.

“That’ll do,” I spoke loudly over the sound of the engine. I turned the key back to the ‘Off’ position and climbed down from the cab. “Thank you again, Edythe for driving me here today. And for being my chauffeur these past few days.”

“Your companionship was thanks enough. I was happy to assist.” Her dark gold eyes twinkled and at the sight of the smile that accompanied it, my slow heart raced.

It was now or never. “Well, I’m sure you have better things to do with the rest of your day than hang around with me.” I climbed back into my truck, shutting the door firmly behind me.

Edythe stood on the outside, her petite frame just reaching high enough to look through my window. The corners of her mouth turned downward. Her frown showed her confusion over my unexpected effort to leave. Her eyes narrowed and I could feel her scrutinizing gaze on my face through the glass.

“I’ll see you on Monday then.”

“Good-bye, Edythe.”

I started the engine and pretended the roaring sound of it drowned out the sound of my heart breaking.

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The weather the following morning was truly a reflection of my somber mood. A heavy fog blocked out the sky and clouded up my windows. I dragged myself out of bed before the sun was up and threw on some clothes. A simple flannel and jeans combination will make a perfectly suitable hunting outfit. I couldn’t put off a hunting trip much longer. If I didn’t go soon, I would start to lose my strength and speed. Hunting anything without supernatural strength is not easy.

I turned onto the highway and drove south past the town limits. I continued heading south, past the conifer forests, towards the Hoh rainforest. Driving my truck again felt wonderful and succeeded in lightening my dreary mood. I hadn’t had the old girl for long, but I loved her. It was exactly the kind of truck that Charlie would’ve liked. The morning mist was dense and shrouded everything in a sense of mystery and misery, but as the sun rose above the trees its rays broke through the haze. The skies became clearer leaving only a thin cloud cover between the sun and the earth.

After driving for a while, I finally reached my destination. I turned onto an abandoned dirt road and left my truck hidden among the red cedar trees. Once I was satisfied that the truck was hidden well enough, I took off at top speed towards the east, headed towards the Olympic National Park. I ran deep into the forest beyond the hiking trails and past the campsites. The trees moved past me in a blur of browns and greens. Because my sense of sight was weak at the moment, I put my trust in my sixth sense. That instinct which every vampire possessed that warned them that danger was near. With my instincts still intact I dodged the trees, my feet lighter than air against the forest floor.

Running has always been my favorite part of being a hybrid. The feeling of adrenaline and freedom coursed through my veins. My heartbeat harder as I picked up speed, the sound of it thrummed against my eardrums. The thick cover of the trees thinned out as I reached the base of the mountains. I stopped in my tracks to let my lungs fill with air. With every deep breath the particles in the atmosphere danced across my tastebuds. Using this sense, I tracked down a heard of elk. I hid among the trees as I watched the heard graze. I watched and waited for the opportunity to pounce. That chance came when a cow elk wandered away from the others. I silently followed the female deer. If I concentrated, I could smell the blood rushing through its veins. My mouth watered with venom. My lips curled back to reveal white and sharpened teeth. With a quick leap my arms were around the elk’s neck and by teeth sunk into its jugular. The venom I injected into its bloodstream paralyzed the creature, ceasing its struggling.

I pulled the fresh blood from its veins; the warm liquid coated my tongue. To vampires the taste of animal blood was satisfactory at best, but to me the flavor was sweet and complemented by a rich undertone of earthy flavors. I swallowed the blood and as it coated my throat, I felt my senses returning. The remaining heard, sensing a predator, took off into the forest. I could hear the pounding of their hooves against the dirt. The beast I was feasting on became limp in my arms as a drained the last of its life-giving blood. I dropped the animal onto the floor and inspected my clothes. Other than fur and dirt my clothes were unmarred. As a child I had been an extremely messy eater, often returning from a hunting trip with my shirt caked in drying blood. Now that I am older, I have perfected the etiquette of hunting.

After burying the elk carcass under a large tree, I continued on with the hunt. The act was much simpler now that my senses were stronger than they had been the last few days. I headed up into the mountains, smelling the rich aroma of a bobcat. I easily found the feline and took my fill before disposing of the body. I made my way back down the mountain and ran west to where I had hidden my truck. I stepped up into the cab of the truck and started the engine. It was noon as I began the drive back to town.

My skin was buzzing with renewed energy, the effect of a recent hunt, and my mind was clearer and sharper. Gone was the fog of thirst that had clouded my mind. As I drove, I took in the bright emerald greens that passed me by. Moss clung to the trunks of the trees and hung from the branches like draperies. I rolled the window down and the smell of the forest wafted in. The sensual scent of musk and amber swirled in the air of the cab. I breathed it in, grounding myself with the earthy scent. I always felt better after a good hunt. In fact, I felt so good I almost forgot the sorrows that plagued my heart. I almost forgot.

While I enjoyed hunting the act of it filled me with grief. Charlie and been on an extended hunting and camping trip when James and Victoria had emerged from the trees. I had been daring dad to eat a roasted marshmallow when the wind changed, carrying our scent into the trees. That’s when the two nomads found us. Dad and I heard their footsteps as they changed course. We stood and waited for them to break through the edge of the trees…

I shook myself out of my saddened stupor, refusing to let my mind drift to such a terrible memory and tried to focus on something else. But if I wasn’t struggling against a wave of grief then I was fighting against the blossoming feelings for Edythe in my heart. It felt like my soul was crying out for its missing piece. My eyes stung with tears. I gripped the steering wheel tightly with my hands. The metal frame bent and curved under my fingers. Immediately, I loosened my grip. No need to take out my sorrows on the old girl. Instead of dwelling on the troubles that plagued me I focused instead on the road ahead of me.

I had reached the town limits and drove past the Forks Timber Museum and north up Forks Ave. I took a left turn off the main road and wove my way through the streets until I reached my house. After a quick shower and changing into clean clothes I checked my phone, which I had left at home, for messages. Why I bothered I didn’t know. Edythe Cullen was the only contact on my phone. There was my answer. I checked my phone in the hopes that Edythe had tried to get in touch. Which indeed she had. The vampire had called and left a voicemail. I pressed play on the message and let Edythe’s melodic voice fill the room. The message was a simple one, it was her asking me how my truck was holding up and how was I doing today. Edythe ended her message with well wishes and a promise to see me tomorrow. My heart dropped to my stomach at the sound of that promise. Tomorrow was Monday, which meant it was back to school and the true start of cutting Edythe out of my life. It would not be any easy task to achieve, especially in Biology class, but then I thought of a feasible solution. I could switch lab partners. Angela Weber was in the same class, I decided to give her a call to see if she would be my new lab partner. I found the Webers home number in the phone book and was lucky that it was Angela who answered.

I was glad that she didn’t ask questions about being my new lab partner and was thankful to she agreed to switch. Knowing that I would have a new partner made returning to school tomorrow just a little bit easier. Until then my greatest task was to avoid any thought of Edythe Cullen. Easier said than done.

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Debito Fluff Alphabet - [X]OXO

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: Fluff Alphabet.

X) XOXO: How affectionate he is/how much he likes to kiss and cuddle.

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On a daily basis, how affectionate Debito is varies, as it depends on multiple factors; but, most of the time, under most circumstances, he will be relatively neutral. It's not often that he displays signs of affection to others, even less so expresses them verbally and in an honest manner. Now, this doesn't mean he's cold-hearted: in his eyes, showing affection for others, especially when done too often is a sign of weakness, hence why he minimizes it, except when he's confident enough to do it, after having been eased into a sense of security. This mostly happens whenever someone shows him affection first, expressing it one way or another, which will then lead him to feel more confident sharing his own affection, in which case he won't mind doing so. And one person he especially doesn't mind showing affection for is you: as his partner, Debito never thinks twice before displaying all his affection to you, whether in public or in private. He cares little for what others think when it comes to you because all that matters to him is for you to know how much he loves you. When he's with you, it's very clear he's got all the affection in the world, stored in his heart, destined specially for you. Debito loves to kiss, just as much as he loves to cuddle, though you receive more kisses than cuddles from him in your day-to-day life, but that's only because he minds kissing you in public much less than cuddling you: he won't mind the two of you sitting next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, his arm around your body, and you leaning close to him, but it rarely goes beyond that. He rather prefers keeping the cuddles for when the two of you are alone with one another, messily lying together on his bed, no matter the time of day, and this is when you truly get to see how affectionate he is. In those moments that you treasure, you can never help but smile at how adorable Debito is with you.

Mini Scene

"Woaah, Libertà!" Felicità exclaimed in the distance. "This one is huge!"

"Hehe, impressive, right Princess?" Libertà said with a proud smile.

"M-Milady!" Luca cried out as he launched himself at Felicità. "Is fishing this impressive? Should I learn to fish as well?"

Looking at the three of them from where I was sitting, I giggled with a smile as I snuggled closer to Debito.

That day, all of us were on the sea, on a boat under the guidance of Dante and Libertà; work had taken a toll on all the divisions, on all of us, so we took this time to let go and unwind.

While Dante was busy navigating the boat in the captain's cabin, Libertà was showing Felicità how to fish, under the wary eye of Luca. Pace had gotten hungry pretty early on, so he sat down at a table to eat and was soon joined by Debito and me, then Nova, who mostly kept quiet.

I felt the sea breeze brush against my skin and closed my eyes as I took a deep breath in, enjoying the moment fully. Then, I suddenly felt two tender lips kiss my cheek, which made me open my eyes to Debito, a smile on his face. I smiled back at him before I kissed his lips in return, which I knew was what he was needy for.

"Do you like it out here, amore?" He asked me with a gleam in his eye.

"I really do, the sea is so calm and soothing." I replied with a bright smile. "It almost makes me want to take a nap..."

Out of instinct, I leaned yet even closer against him, until my body was fully pressed against his, forcing him into somewhat of a lying position; and by the way his body twitched just slightly the second I began to lie down on him, I could tell Debito was feeling hesitant.

"Hey, Bambina..."

"I know, you don't like cuddling too much in public." I cut him off before he could add anything else. "But you've got no issue kissing me plenty in public, so what's the big deal?"

With a hint of pink on his cheeks, he glanced at Pace and Nova, his usual smile vanishing into a pout.

"It's not the same thing, amore..."

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8/9/2022 DAB Transcript

Ezra 8:21-9:15, 1 Corinthians 5:1-13, Psalm 31:1-8, Proverbs 21:1-2

Today is August 9th, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian and it is wonderful. It is a treasure and to treat, and a joy and all kinds of really wonderful things, to be here with you today around the Global Campfire and what a joy it is to even have a Global Campfire to join each other around. And what a privilege it is, to come around this Global Campfire for the reason that we do, which is to take the next step forward in the Scriptures together. And so, let's get to that, we are in the book of Ezra in the Old Testament and Paul's letter known as first Corinthians in the new, and our next step for leads us back into Ezra today chapter 8 verse 21 through 9 verse 15.

Commentary:

Okay so, we have an interesting parallel between the old and new Testaments today. So, between Ezra and first Corinthians. So, Ezra makes his journey to Jerusalem. It's a long journey that takes many months, they are protected along the way and everything is done on the up and up, with integrity and honor to God. Ezra has been given permission to make this journey, by the king of Persia and the king has generously offered the resources that would be necessary for the task. And so, the journey is made but when is Ezra arrives in Jerusalem, what he finds is that, the exiles are going back to what they were doing that ultimately undermined who they were and began mixing with the People's nearby, which was leading them back toward idolatry. This undermined them in the first place. We have gone through the books of Samuel and the books of Kings and the book of Chronicles and we've seen this. And these are exiles who are returning to Jerusalem, they know better. They are betraying God and Ezra is devastated by what he sees and he mourns it, he is appalled by it, and for good reason. And so finally, the evening sacrifice, when it's time for the evening sacrifice and Ezra gets up off the ground and prays, like he falls to his knees and lifts his hands to heaven and essentially says what…what can be said? Like, what can we say? The things that sent us into exile in the first place of the things we are doing, what can we say? Or just keeping it in Ezra's words, “My God, I am ashamed and embarrassed to lift my face toward You, my God, because our iniquities are higher than our heads and our guilt is as high as the heavens, our guilt has been terrible from the days of our ancestors until the present. Because of our iniquities, we have been handed over, along with our kings and priests, to the surrounding kings and to the sword, captivity, plundering an open shame. As it is today, but now for a brief moment, grace has come from the Lord our God to preserve a remnant for us and give us a stake in His holy place.” Then he goes on to say, “what can we say in light of this, we have abandoned the commands You gave to your servants the prophets.” So, it is a devastating scene for Ezra and certainly a demoralizing scene for us to look at. And we can look at and go, what are you guys doing, you know the way, the way is clear before you. Why would you do something like this when you got back to the land?

Then, we flip the page into the New Testament, into first Corinthians and kind of zoom forward, many centuries and we have Paul, who is also appalled at what he is hearing that believers in the church, the body of Christ, are doing. And I quote from Paul, “it's actually reported that there is sexual immorality among you and the kind of sexual immorality that is not even tolerated among the Gentiles. A man is sleeping with his father's wife you are so arrogant. Shouldn't you be filled with grief?” And then he goes on to say, “your boasting is not good. Don’t you know that a little leaven, leavens the whole batch of dough?” And so, we are dealing with the same posture of heart. And so, what is the lesson that kind of bubbles forth from both of these stories today? It is that that mixture, intermingling, mixing with sin, in ways that we know are wrong, will destroy us. It was true before the time of Ezra, it was true during the time of Ezra, it was true during the first century and the emergence of the church of Jesus and the development of the New Testament. It is true today. If we are going to intermingle with what we know is wrong and we are going to find ourselves in a heaping steamy pile of deception. And from that heaping steaming pile, we are going to have to rationalize why it's okay for us to do what we know is not okay to do. And as we well know, it's not going to end anywhere good. Nothing good is going to come of it. And when we had the rationalize and justify ourselves in certain ways, than we establish our own normal, but we’re still heading in the wrong direction. And way this works in life, at least in my experience and my observation, we can go on a long time, feeling like we’re getting away with it, or that it's okay, until destruction comes. It's like we are complicit in deceiving ourselves. So, from a practical perspective, it's easy enough for us to just simply take a step backward, maybe another one, maybe another one, may be a few, so that we began to get perspective on what it is were doing, what it is we’re thinking, how we’re rationalizing. And the thing is, everybody's got their own stories. And so, whatever is bubbling up within our own hearts as we think about this right now, that's…that's the first place to focus and begin to ask ourselves, what am I rationalizing? How am I justifying what I know isn't right, what I know isn't healthy for me? And we might rationalize or think about it and go well, I'm, I'm free. I have freedom in Christ and it’s true. We do have freedom. We even have the freedom to destroy ourselves but is that the goal? Because it seems like the goal would be utter and complete freedom, the kind of freedom that comes from having nothing false within us, which leads us to consider repenting, changing, changing our minds and going in a different direction. And so, may we spend some time giving this some consideration and allowing the Holy Spirit of God within us to well up and to begin to shine the light of truth into some of the dark recesses of our own hearts. If we really want to be free, then we need to consider jettisoning the things that would keep us in bondage and ultimately destroy us.

Prayer:

So, Holy Spirit, come into that, comfort us and rebuke us, reveal to us the places that we’re deceiving even ourselves, to our own detriment. Show us the ways that we are intermingling and mixing with what we know is not right. We ask that You would lead us into all truth, and we ask expectantly in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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Prayer and Encouragements:

Hey DAB family this is Rosie, calling from Oregon. I have called in before so you might recognize my voice. Although, I don’t know if I’ve ever said my name. So, now you can put a name to the voice, I guess. I recently have put in my notice at my current job, cause I feel that God is calling me into ministry. I’m not sure exactly what, yet. But, you know, we’ll see and I’m really excited about that. But can…can you just pray with me for my co-workers. You know, I don’t know that I have, you know, you always have the goal of, you know, being a good witness for the Lord and you know, I pray that I have and that I have let a good impression on them and just Christ’s love in their lives. But can you pray that they will continue to, that God will continue to send Godly people into the office to share Christ’s love and. I just love all of them so much and I’m gonna miss them and my heart aches for them because so many of them are so lost and they need Jesus. Thank You Lord, for the DAB family. Thank You for how we can be here for each other. We love You God, and we love what You’re doing. Amen.

Hi, my name is Julie, I’m calling from Washington and I just want to say thank you to Brian. I was listening to the audio Bible recording on August 2nd, and it was like God was just answering my prayers, speaking through you. Recently, God has healed me, gotten rid of all the dead branches in my life and is starting rebirth and regrowth and one of the things that I realized is that I feel anxious when people tare me down and I don’t understand why that is and I’ve been praying about that. And today, through you, I got the exact answer about an hour after I was praying and asking God for incite and I’m so grateful and I’m so excited because it’s another new growth for me and another part of my healing and I just want to say thank you. Bye everybody.

Hi DABers, this is Audrey from Marino Valley, California. I have called in over the past several years asking you to please pray for my son, Christian, who was in addiction. And I wanted to give a praise report. Thank you for your prayers. Brian, thank you for your reading of the word everyday, which challenges me and teaches me and humbles me completely. On July the 26th, which was my birthday, was the first time I had shared a birthday with my son in four years. He is here at home with me and I want to thank you for your prayers. It hasn’t been easy but it has been full of God incidences and a million little miracles and I just want to thank you for your prayers and ask you for your continued prayers for Christian and myself as we grow in the Lord and all the things that He has for us. Hi, this is Christian, her son and your prayers worked and I’m back home with my mother now. And I think our relationship is ten times better cause we can talk things out. And I’m 43 days sober. And just continue to pray for us and love you guys. And thank you for all your prayers they really helped me and helped her and we have dinner almost every night together. Thank you DABers, God bless you. And we continue to pray for you and your families, all of you. And thank you Brian and your family for this ministry. In Jesus name.

Hey, DAB family, this is Travis from Alberta, Canada. It’s August 5th and this is for Shawn from England who’s dealing with some sobriety. He just went on a binge with crack and heroine. Bro, I just want you to know, I am praying for your brother. I have been there before with pills and alcohol. You know, I would just go on weeks and weeks of…of just taking pills and drinking alcohol and I wouldn’t even, I would wake up and wouldn’t even know what day it is. Weeks would go by. Brother, I’m praying for you. I mean like, just know that you have somebody who understands how you’re feeling. And I’m just gonna pray right now. Father, I thank you for Shawn. I thank You Lord, that You care for him and that You love him and that Lord, You wanna take this, these chains of addiction off of him. And I just pray right now, in the name of Jesus Christ, that these chains of addiction would be released from him. That Lord, You would change his mind, that Lord You would change his heart, that Lord You’d even change his desires. God, thank You for the love You have for Shawn. That You came to this world, You died on a cross for Shawn, for his addictions. Thank You. I pray this all in Jesus name. Amen. Shawn, you’re loved bro, you’re loved. God Bless you family. Bye.

Hey DAB, I struggled to call in and post, I have a lot fear and apprehension about the significance of my problems or feeling that I’m selfish calling in compared to some of the heart wrenching stories I hear on here. And I often run into technical problems for some reason, for whatever I’m trying to post, it sort of discourages me from…from following thru, so I’m trying real hard to not give up. But I’ve been listening since about 2010, I’m only on my third year though, were I’m sure that I’ve made every single one. It’s something that I’ve been really excited about, last couple years, knowing that I made it all the way through the Bible twice now and I’m going through three. But I remember things that happened, going way back, including the birth of Ezekiel. Hey, I just wanted to call about crisis in my marriage. We’ve always struggled, it’s never been easy, even from the beginning. But it seems like it’s getting to a really dark place. And I don’t see a human way to appease the love between me and my wife. We have three kids between us with a fourth on the way. I don’t know what I should be doing or shouldn’t be doing but I want my heart to be in a place where I’m open to hearing that from the Lord. It seems like it’s a complicated spiritual situation. I don’t want to go into details, I think it will only matters really with God, but God knows that and understands. I just know that I really could use some strength, patience and love for my wife. Pray that I have wisdom, discernment and a heart to hear what God wants me to do and the courage and the confidence to stay the course. I know I’m the Lord’s, I know He’ll help me follow whatever He has for me and I know that’s what I want. So, I’d appreciate all of your prayers. Thanks. My name’s Tom.

Hi, my names Jed and I’m a first-time caller to the Daily Audio Bible prayer line. I actually grown up on the Daily Audio Bible. It started off when I got a, actually, like a print copy of the Daily Bible when I was, but it was pretty much the first present I had received. Part of reading the daily bible was part of how I learned how to read, so. That was also really cool. So, now I’m 19 and I figured I’d call to ask for prayers with me getting settled cause I just recently moved to Quebec in Canada for work and studies. And I’m praying that God would help with removing all the obstacles when it comes to work, getting me less hours and just getting settled, you know, in an apartment. And I would also like to pray for my mom too. She pretty much raised me on my own as a single mother. I ask that God would help her find a loving husband who’s…who’s also on fire for God, as she is. And thank you for your prayers and thank you Brian for doing this cause the Daily Bible has been a huge part of my family. It’s pretty much helped my moral compass growing up. I really can’t thank you guys enough. So, thank you.