#i hope you enjoy the final scene

[blueleopard555]

Chapter Six of "Water Lessons": Sokkla Saturdays 2023

Warning/Rating: Mature for smut

Chapter Six: Wet

My deepest apologies for being so late with this update. Life has been a ride recently and writer's block is awful. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

#sokkla #sokkla saturdays 2023 #fanfic #sokka #azula #life got busy #writers block sucks #i hope you enjoy the final scene #it is very stupid but funny #my fanfiction

[dekariosclan]

Imagine Gale as a talented and impressive young man, able to compose the Weave at will, skilled in a way that few can match, and favored by the Goddess of Magic herself. Imagine that because of these accomplishments, he’s caught the eye of a few up-and-coming magic adepts, and he falls in love with one of them—his first real love. Gale isn’t one to toss the ‘L’ word around lightly, so when he tells them he loves them, he means it; he gives himself over to them completely.

And in return, they love him for his potential. For his status. For the magic he can command. They love the wizard they see on the surface, but not the man underneath. They are attracted to his power, but not to him.

So of course the relationship fails, after the thrill of his magic wears off. But because Gale is a resilient young man and he’s caught the eye of so many, he soon falls in love with another.

And then it happens again. And again.

And each time Gale’s heart is ravaged, his ambition to become a better wizard grows, because he’s being shown time and time again that his magic ability is all that matters.

So much so that, by the time Mystra decides to elevate him from Favored to Chosen to Lover, he welcomes her with eager, desperate arms. Because if all his worth is in his magic, and that’s all he has to offer, and that’s all anyone wants from him, who better to love him than the Goddess of Magic herself?

Except…there’s a nagging voice in the back of his head that whispers she doesn’t really love him. There’s anxiety in his heart as time passes, and he reaches both the limit of what his talents can do and what Mystra will allow him to do. And most troubling of all: a growing panic that, just like his other lovers, she will soon grow tired of him and discard him if he can’t improve his magic any further.

He tries pouting, and pleading, and begging her to let him take more power, to let him be more for her, but she refuses. Smiles patronizingly. Tells him to be patient. But Gale can’t be patient when his power is tied so closely to his self-worth; he can’t be patient when doing so in the past has only ever lead to heartache.

So he does what he believes will be a Grand Romantic Gesture, one that will finally put him on equal footing with the woman he loves. Instead, it turns out to be a folly that dooms him and destroys his talents. And just as he’d always feared, Mystra tosses him aside the moment his magical gifts are gone—because what’s left of him holds no value for her.

————

Imagine Gale in his tower, alone, afraid, the ever-hungry orb in his chest, with only his tressym there to help him. No other friends to speak of. His colleagues forced to keep away for their own safety. His magical talents utterly stripped down, so that even when he does try and distract himself with illusions, he’s bitterly reminded of what he used to be capable of. Waking every morning wondering if it will be his last, ending every day full of loneliness and disappointment.

…and then he meets Tav.

At the lowest point in his life, at his most vulnerable, when he knows he’s going to be considered a burden, he meets this stranger and their group. So he does what he can to be useful—assigning himself to be camp cook, offering up his (now meager) magic skills, turning the charm up to 11—as he desperately hopes this will somehow work out. He’s pleasantly surprised when, after providing only minor details of his condition, Tav agrees to help him. He’s even more surprised when they actually follow through.

Imagine how Gale feels as Tav treats him kindly. As he grows to trust Tav, and then grows to like them. Imagine his surprise as he opens up and shows them more and more of himself, and they don’t turn him away.

But then his condition worsens. And he has to reveal everything: the foolish mistakes he’s made, and how dangerous he is as a result. He clings to Tav’s hand as he shows them his folly. He’s at their mercy now, and he knows this might be the last time he’ll ever feel the touch of another being, if they decide—and Gods, why wouldn’t they decide?—to cast him out.

…but they don’t. They don’t. Instead, they tell him to stay.

Imagine the relief Gale feels. The gratitude. And perhaps…just a hint of something more. Something that he dare not name, but that flares to life every time he thinks of how warm their hand was in his. Something that feels dangerously close to jealousy, when he’s had too much to drink and sees Tav smiling at another…

But he knows these are all foolish thoughts, because he has nothing to offer Tav. They are wonderful just as they are, but he…he is an empty shell of a man, a discarded husk of a wizard, and while they might tolerate him, he could never believe they might actually want him.

And besides, he still thinks of Mystra. He still longs for Mystra. She who cast him out, but to whom he still feels tethered. Sometimes he needs to cocoon himself in the weave, just to try and calm his fears and bring some joy back to his life, because magic is his life. And sometimes he just needs to see her face, even though that hurts as much as it heals.

One night he’s lost in thought, having conjured Mysta’s image after settling down at camp. Thinking that even if she hadn’t ‘loved’ him—certainly not in the way he’d loved her—she’d given him enough otherwise, hadn’t she? She’d amused him and been amused by him, they’d shared countless pleasures, why hadn’t he been satisfied with that?

Gale is so lost in thought he doesn’t realize Tav has come up behind him. Until they ask a question, startling him out of his trance. He’s a bit shaken, so he tries to turn the conversation from Mystra to the weave itself. And then a wonderful idea occurs to him, something that he’d been toying with already: what if they were to conjure the weave together?

He can show Tav how important magic is to him, let them experience what he does, perhaps even impress them a bit. But most importantly, share a moment with them. As friends would do…

He’s elated when Tav agrees. He leads them through the steps effortlessly, and they’re a surprisingly good student, following his instructions correctly (if a bit clumsily). He’s as excited as they are—perhaps even more so!—when they succeed in channeling the weave.

It’s such a pleasant, familiar feeling for him, like coming home to his tower in Waterdeep. Even as the weave connects him with Tav and makes them one, he’s easily able to hide his innermost thoughts, because he’s done it so many times before.

…but he’s forgotten that Tav has not.

————

Imagine Gale knowing every romantic partner he ever had only wanted him because of how he could raise their status, or how he could amuse them, or how he could command magic for them. And, each time, he was happy to oblige them, even desperate to oblige them, because if that was the price of their love, then he was sure it would be worth it.

But it still all came to nothing.

Now imagine Gale connected in an intimate way with someone he likes very, very much—while being what he considers his lowest, most worthless, and most humbled self. As far from the powerful, impressive wizard he once was as he could ever be. And suddenly a vision enters his mind from the lovely creature standing next to him. Only, to his complete and utter shock, it isn’t one where he is providing them with a service, or wowing them with his magical ability, or granting them some kind of power from one of the spells he commands.

Instead, when he sees their desire laid bare before him, it’s a vision of kissing him. Of holding his hand. The two most basic forms of affection and physical connection. The two things that he would still be able to offer them even if every last ounce of his remaining magical abilities were stripped from him. The two things he could share with them even if he was no longer Gale of Waterdeep, and just plain old Gale Dekarios instead.

Imagine the embarrassment and trepidation he feels at first, because surely he is mistaken?…and then the elation when he realizes that he is not. So much elation that his concentration is broken, the weave dissipating as he forgets about channeling it, as he forgets about Mystra. Because all that matters to him now is the image before him—the most pleasant and welcome image he’s seen in a very, very long time.

Imagine how that would feel…and how besotted, enamored and completely devoted he’d be to Tav afterwards. To know that someone finally—finally—just wants him.

Just imagine.

#Please enjoy this huge dissertation about Gale #(which was unintentional) #I originally wanted to talk briefly—BRIEFLY—about why the weave scene is so important to him #And then I….kept writing lol #Please also note that while this focuses on successfully channeling the weave I also LOVE the talk you have with him if you ‘failed’ it! #The same themes apply there because when you tell Gale you still think about being alone together he replies that he hopes to embrace you #It’s all about Gale finally finding someone who appreciates him just as he is and being able to connect with them #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #baldur's gate 3 #gale x tav #bg3

[starflungwaddledee]

some rather strong first impressions were made.

required reading for the magical "voice" headcanon and another for starstruck's signature in particular. asked by @trainerbob23 !

#did i need to do a 9 page comic for this... well who knows. i had this scene in mind for a long time and wanted to do it justice! #important moment for both of them. you can see starstruck just generating the bandee shaped mental illness in real time. #and bandee resolving to be her point of contact with waddle dees if the others can't handle it #he is after all; the strongest and the bravest and the best of them. #“what is this signature like” it's like meeting something that has a human face but you can tell it is Not Human. think: uncanny valley #it also took her quite some time to pick up her own voice. she could not speak (popstarian) on her own for a while #she does not mimic anymore though if she can help it because it tends to weird others out and she wants to avoid that!! #it's not like a fun or enjoyable impersonation; it's like a perfect recording on a device. #also i guess this is *finally* the reveal of the 'hospital' mentioned previously that folks noticed and also like... her name 😂 #anyway.... thank you to everyone who voted for starstruck in that poll and has encouraged this insane self indulgence... wow. #never thought i'd get to draw stuff like this and have others look forward to it. i really hope you'll enjoy this!!! #my art #my comics #starstruck dee #bandana waddle dee

[magnolia-sunrise]

(both Wolfgang and Élise use they/them pronouns only)

#happy wolfgang wednesday have you tried Delusion today #oc art #comics #original characters #art #artists on tumblr #wolfgang #elise #wolfien #(wolfien mentioned fhsfhs) #ahh finally finished. im really happy with this and finally putting this little scene between friends to page #i hope you enjoy this as well!!! #i love doing character itneractions.. wish comics were easier for me but i always just go so hard with the shorter ones #i feel im at least getting better at this style

[bulbabutt]

 Neptune gives them a grin and pulls out his katana. "It seems you have let one enemy slip, Captain Jupiter Jim." Blue lit up excitedly, eyes practically sparkling and his grin nearly splitting his face. He shakes himself and gave the turtle a grin. "Blasted! It's Sir Neptune!" Blue points a finger at him. "The betrayer!"

i really liked this flashback in B.E.A.S.T. by @skylerskyhigh

the idea of rise and 87 turtles acting out a jupiter jim movie together got stuck in my head cuz its so delightful

#tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt b.e.a.s.t #b.e.a.s.t. rottmnt #rise leo #87 leo #tmnt 87 #my art #art #im not very good at backgrounds and yet i tried to do the circular ship #but if we dont try we dont get better #i could have added more turtles but i wasnt that confident in my ability to make a scene im sorry #also 87 leo standing in the doorway like a dad watching his kids play? muah #GREETINGS FROM THE FINAL CHAPTERS LINK #HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED IT AS MUCH AS I DID #it has taken me days to realize i should have put a shadow under neptune but OH WELL

[kyouka-supremacy]

So no sskk?

#😭😭😭 C'mon 😭😭😭 #We deserved it!!! After what the anime did to us!!!!!! #On a different note Dazai finally died 🥳🥳🥳 Love wins #I guess I'll look at that panel of Akutagawa carrying Atsushi bridal style (not really but I'm coping) till the new chapter comes out. Eh #I wanted them to fight... We really can't have nice things #Ugh. WE REALLY CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS I'm okay actually I just. Nnnggggggghhhhhhhh #I /know/ the manga doesn't revolve around sskk (unfortunately) but I can't help but wish they'd have more screentime... #By the looks of it. Since Dazai absolutely can't die. Some ada ally is going to write on the page to rewrite everything soon #(page that they acquired somehow in the meantime. Don't ask. I just don't think there's any other way this could go. #A Ranpo ex machina or something) #And the arc is going to be soon done with. But I don't want it to end yet I want my juicy sskk conflict... #I wanted them to deepen the “I know you're still in there” “Why did you save me” plotlines... C'mon... #(((I wanted homoerotic bloodsucking))) #(((If we have a whole vampire arc ending without even a single scene of homoerotic bloodsucking in it #you're never going to hear the end of me))) #Alas... Maybe there's still hope. #I hope the skkers enjoyed the skk (╥﹏╥) #random rambles

[theworldisabrokenbonebutitishome]

Kang Yo Han is the walking embodiment of I'm Not Okay (I Promise) and relates to Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge far more than is healthy. In this essay I will-

#twabbbiih's edit #tdj #the devil judge #tw blood #kang yohan #kang yo han #a character study via legendary emo classic Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge #I put so much effort into this I really fucking hope the fandom enjoys it #I know I don't exactly go here in a big way but guys please #girl does a tdj rewatch for the fun of it and spirals so far into making bad edits she has to try and figure out how to just get the text #from an album cover to make a mock one like some unhinged loser who barely knows how editing software works #you guys have NO IDEA #I spent an entire night pestering mid-n0vember about how this album is perfect for KYH 2 years ago and so finally I did something about it #to the end has especially been rattling around my brain for WAY TOO LONG because that is not a house or home to KYH #it's a constant reminder of the people he's lost and the horrors he suffered due to the utter shithead that was his father #ive been debating between 2 edits i did for that song for two nights and I've ended up picking the more literal one because I didn't want #too many close up images of peoples faces for this. but just know there is a file on this laptop of kyh crying while hes literally haunted #by memories of his father #I really did try to use a shot from the knife scene for the album cover because it would have been SO GOOD as a mirror to the original albu #however my editing skills are not good enough to make the background less distracting and I'm working with not HD images so it looked worse #so a moments silence for what could have been #no one asked but its 2am and that means oversharing so #Interlude absolutely had to be the on a line by itself because despite everything else going on with KYH keeping Elijah save is Rule One #it's supposed to kind of overshadow everything else because keeping her safe and unaware of Certain Things absolutely does for him #whether it actually translates is a different matter #kgo being on his knees (yet again) is what swung it for that picture otherwise it would have been kyh looking on as jae hee grabs her

[starbuck]

I just saw a super old post of yours talking about Ravenous and omg what a film! one of these days I’m going to write an extremely in-depth analytical paper about it — there’s just so much to talk about. you don’t happen to still have access to those deleted scenes do you? bc I would love to see them

it’s sooooooooo good! feel free to chat with me about it whenever - i love to talk about it and hear others’ thoughts!

the deleted scenes can be found here! the editing of the final film is very tight, atmospheric, and dreamy in a way that the inclusion of any of these scenes would have stepped on, so i am ultimately glad they were cut, but i’m also so glad to have access to them and believe that they are mandatory viewing for fans of the film who want to engage deeply with it.

#ESPECIALLY the scenes with Slauson which provide such incredible context #and Reich being a major IS still technically canon to the final film #so there’s that as well #personally i’m a big fan of the extra pre-Colqhoun ‘fucking around at Fort Spencer’ scenes #if there’s one thing i want more than anything it’s to see the Fort Spencer crew being maladjusted freaks without the threat of #imminent death hanging over them #they deserved that and we deserved to see it #anyways - thanks for the ask!! #hope you enjoy them! #ravenous 1999

[eighthwholove]

SCI-FI Buzz’s behind the scenes look at the Doctor Who Movie, 1996

Featuring a focused Daphne Ashbrook and very adorable Paul McGann!  That tongue in cheek smile makes me melt like ice cream

Link to video found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7O5xbXclXw&t=31s

#decided to finally gif this #and am happy how it looks #bts footage of this movie are very little in amount #and this needed to be gifed ASAP! #esp paul's tongue-in-cheek-lick-then smile routine #goodness #it is so adorable #*sighs dreamily* #love seeing daphne and paul rehearseing the scenes #and this happens to be one of my favorite parts in the movie... #it's a win-win #hope you all enjoy this as much as i do! #paul mcgann #daphne ashbrook #doctor who the tv movie #the enemy within #bts #sci fi buzz #eighth doctor #grace holloway

[sweetreichel]

Finally got to figure out a Sabito lived AU that feels faithful to the story and characters (imo ofc)

(long ramble under the cut)

This diverges from canon at Giyuu's and Sabito's Final Selection. Giyuu is hurt all the same, and Sabito kills all demons... Except for one. On the last night there, he runs into the Hand Demon, who tells him that he hates Urokodaki and starts teasing Sabito. He pulls his arm so hard that Sabito almost loses all strength there. Then, as he is about to crush his head, Sabito snaps and cuts the hands holding him with his left hand. The Hand Demon gets mad and throws him, knocking Sabito out like it did to Tanjiro. Makomo, who had seen them training, appears to him because she doesn't want Urokodaki to lose another pupil (and, basically, son). She convinces Sabito to run away because the Demon cannot be defeated. Sabito, unable to move his right arm and having lost his left eye, decides that's the wisest decision and hides for the rest of the night, succeeding at the Final Selection.

As they're recovering, Giyuu confesses he feels like he doesn't deserve to be part of the Corps, it almost seems like he wants to quit. Sabito gets real mad, because he can't understand how Giyuu, who is capable of continuing the fight, doesn't want to, while he, who is ashamed of running away from a demon (therefore allowing it to kill more people) and wants to make up for it killing as many demons as possible, doesn't know if he'll ever be able to use his right arm again. Sabito keeps the secret of the Hand Demon because of the shame he feels and because he doesn't want to cause Urokodaki more pain. Giyuu feels guilty because he thinks that Sabito is the one who deserved to come out unharmed, and after seeing Sabito so frustrated, he decides to train until he can no more. These feelings they keep from each other create a little fracture in their relationship.

Giyuu starts on missions and in between he comes back to Urokodaki's, but it slowly becomes less frequent. Sabito starts rehabilitation and after half a year or more, he's able to control his right arm more or less like before the injury, but realizes he'll never have the same strength in that arm. So he has to re learn Water Breathing, now to execute it with his non dominant arm.

He starts getting harder missions and therefore climbing ranks. One day (he is Tsuchinoto or tsuchinoe), and not having seen Giyuu for months, he learns from Urokodaki that he became a Hashira. Sabito is far from jealous but he is hurt that Giyuu didn't tell him himself. It's been a long since Giyuu last sent him a letter. Sabito trains harder and he sends a request to become Giyuu's tsuguko. Giyuu does not take him in. Giyuu still feels like he doesn't deserve the position and thinks that he has nothing to teach Sabito, but Sabito has no idea this is how Giyuu feels and just doesn't understand why Giyuu is rejecting him.

Sabito reaches rank Kinoe and also achieves the requirements to become a Hashira, but the Water Pillar seat is still occupied. By this time, Giyuu saves Tanjiro and Nezuko. Sabito no longer lives with Urokodaki, although he visits from time to time. Sabito feels like he is at a stalemate. He goes to mount Sagiri looking for Urokodaki's advise and some inspiration. He learns of Tanjiro and Nezuko, and wonders again why Giyuu didn't tell him that either. He feels like Giyuu is building a wall between them (and he is). Sabito finds Tanjiro training and beats him just like in canon. Makomo guides Tanjiro in his training in between his rare encounters with Sabito, who secretly puts his trust in Tanjiro to defeat the Hand Demon. Makomo appears to Sabito again, and reminds him that Water Breathing is about adaptability and that he can take that to further lengths. Sabito realizes that his growth was slow and eventually stopped because he should've adapted Breathing to his capabilities and not the other way around. During the six months of Tanjiro's training, Sabito comes up with a new Breathing (I'm inclined to call it something like Snow or Ice Breathing). Then, when Tanjiro is about to effectively hit him for the first time, Sabito dodges and that's when he breaks the rock. Tanjiro leaves for the Final Selection and Sabito goes back to missions.

When Rengoku falls, and seeing that they might be getting close to fighting Muzan, Sabito is called to occupy the position of Hashira. With his Pillar privileges he finally goes and confronts Giyuu. But Giyuu still doesn't open up to him, and instead is internally bitter that Sabito did not become the Water Pillar in his stead.

Tanjiro, by Oyakata-sama's request, talks sense into Giyuu, and makes him remember that it is for Tsutako and the very same Sabito that he got to where he is, to protect others with all he's got regardless of the outcome. Giyuu is able to have a small chat with Sabito--mostly, he apologizes and struggles to explain himself, but Sabito is just grateful he is trying to make amends. Sabito participates in the Pillar training (probably challenging them to fight without using all their limbs or senses, because he tells them that such a wound should not make them retire from the fight) (Giyuu's training would focus on a defensive style based on flexibility, much like what Dead Calm is about).

Sabito fights side to side with the rest of the Hashiras. (In a similar to canon setting, he'd probably fall. But this is a nice AU, so everyone survives). In post canon, he and Giyuu finally confess all they went through and go back to Urokodaki to enjoy some peaceful time together.

#sabito #makomo #kimetsu no yaiba #sabito lived au #i didn't think i could draw the final selection scenes and look at me go. wow #cw blood #cw injury #anyway im in love with this au and i hope you enjoy it too

[good-beanswrites]

Chapter 4 is out! Fuuta has his T2 mental breakdown! ✨

This one took a lot of reworking and revisiting the voice dramas to try and write an argument/breakdown that still felt in character for both of them -- I'm really satisfied with the final product :))

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #yuno kashiki #not by much but this is the longest chapter so far! #im such a sucker for fuuta goin through it but i dont think hed be soft about it in any way #and poor yuno knows that 😅 #rip its midnight but by god i did all my tasks today and i was so excited to post this #i forgot how much i absolutely adored yunos second vd #shes just so damn cool - incredibly written and acted #and how much fuutas unlocks the same unbearable protective instinct that i think haruka fans are overcome with every moment #LMAO #but yeah i hope you enjoy :3 #the final chapter is going to be a scene for each of them when they get their t2 verdicts #fanfic

[narukoibito]

Unravel Me - Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: Harry finds his footing.

Note: This chapter is dedicated to all of you who kept reaching out, leaving comments, liking related posts, and letting me know you were still interested in this story even after all this time. I have no words for how touched I am. All of your words and encouragement made a difference. 

I intend on finishing this story, I just can't promise by when, but what I had planned to write continues to grow and mature in what I believe and hope is a better story than what I had originally planned. Thank you all for sticking with me!

FF.net | AO3 

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“No, no, not like that.” The Muggle instructor interrupted Harry and Hermione mid-waltz. Their inharmonious movements made their shared haggard look all the funnier. 

“As if you were any better,” Harry shot at Ron and Ginny, who were sniggering in the corner. 

“Oh? Who’s the one still practicing?” Ron gloated. The instructor had decided to pull Harry and Hermione aside when they both still couldn’t get the movements right.

Harry’s classic sullen look only made Ginny laugh harder.

Their eyes caught, his sullen look shifting to something else. She bit her lip as a low heat stirred in her. She subconsciously smoothed a hand over her skirt. He followed the movement, his gaze ghosting over her body and making her skin tingle as if he were touching her. As he had last night when she had stopped by, late in the sheath of night.

“Harry!” Hermione warned just as Harry nearly led them into the boxy Muggle music device with the strange giant bug eyes. 

“Careful, that’s my future wife!”

“Stop distracting us,” Hermione scolded, even though she seemed pleased.

Harry flushed deeply and seemed keen on looking anywhere but Ginny. She smiled, that initial heat melting into warm affection. 

“Perhaps you should start here,” the instructor said, directing them further away from the machinery. “Let’s try a different song.” She fiddled with the device, and soon a new cheerful and theatrical stringed melody filled the space.

Ron and Ginny continued to watch in amusement as the other two tried once again to master the proper steps. Ginny leaned back against the wall, the sunlight filtering through the large studio windows warming her almost as much as seeing Harry and Hermione stumble through the dance another time. It was nice seeing him like this, normal and carefree, that weight on his shoulders lifted, even if it was only for a moment.

“You’ve been home a lot.”

She startled at Ron’s voice, her heart skipping a beat. She reluctantly slid her eyes away from Harry and Hermione to her brother. Ron held himself a little awkwardly, but there wasn’t anything in his posture that seemed to indicate that he might know of the few extra, private trips she had made recently.

“Is that a problem?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he bristled. “Merlin knows you’ve pulled Hermione out of a planning frenzy more than a few times. It’s just…You’ve attended more Burrow dinners recently than all of last year.”

“I was busy.”

“Busier than being a starter?”

“Yes, busy training my arse off,” she snapped, wrapping her arms around her chest. She didn’t appreciate the reminder of last year, of feeling alone and lost in Holyhead. All she had was training, of constantly getting back on her broom, tossing Quaffles until her fingers bled.

“I suppose,” he said slowly.

Ginny’s stomach churned. An unfortunate side effect of avoiding weekends with Dean had also meant missing her family. But it hadn’t been all Dean. After her parents had helped get her settled into her small flat and left, she had stood in her empty room, lost. She had tried to distract herself with unpacking, the buzzing under her skin crescendoing until the next thing she knew, she was sitting at her desk with a quill in her hand, a dark circle of ink swelling on the blank parchment.

Ginny had bolted, her legs carrying her directly to the training field. It had been easier to beg off and spend her weekend on the pitch, driving herself to exhaustion so as not to give her a chance to face the cacophony of feelings storming in her. 

But being home watching Mum forget what she was doing, probably unaware of how her gaze fell on the family clock, seemed even more unbearable.

“Hey,” Ron said, a frown furrowing his brow. “No one’s bothering you on the team, are they?”

She blinked. “No. Why?”

He shrugged, turning to peer out of the window. His ears started to redden. “Nothing. That’s good.” 

“I can handle myself, Ron.” She wasn’t sure whether her annoyance or affection was winning out.

Ron huffed, giving her a look. “Your contract must have some stipulation about hexing people.”

“You say that like I’d get caught.” Ginny dug her elbow into his rib.

“Oi!”

“Play nice you two,” Hermione called from across the room. Harry and Ginny’s eyes met once again, his face bright and amused by their antics.

Ron righted himself while Ginny stuck her tongue out at him. “I almost forgot how annoying you can be.”

“And you’re a bundle of joy.”

“Annoying,” he reiterated. “So annoying. One-of-a-kind annoying.” He rubbed his nose, looking away. “The kind that people notice when it’s missing…”

Grief sharply tugged at her. She knew immediately where his thoughts had drifted. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, tightening momentarily. She leaned into his side, the physical contact more comforting than any words.

“I reckon there are some perks to having you around. Hermione making cottage pie, for instance.”

Ginny snorted, remembering how excited he had been at dinner last night.

“And it helps with Harry.”

Her stomach flipped.

“Oh?” She glanced at Ron out of the corner of her eye, but his expression appeared guileless.

“Yeah, you give him some company.”

“I’m here to babysit Harry?” She resisted the urge to pull away, irritated on Harry’s behalf.

Ron rolled his eyes. “Don’t be daft. It just helps, you know. Since I left the Aurors and the engagement, Harry can’t – he hasn’t…” Ron shrugged. “We try to include him in everything, but he can be so stubborn sometimes, thinking he’s in the way. He’s less of a stubborn git when you’re around.”

“Hmm,” Ginny said, her throat tight. She wasn’t sure how to take that, whether or not to let herself think those traitorous thoughts that were, admittedly, cropping up more and more, despite her best efforts.

He had suggested dinner last time. He was more willing to come out when she was around.

It was just really good sex, she reminded herself forcefully. It didn’t mean anything.

Except that it was getting harder and harder to remember that.

Ginny swallowed hard as she refocused on Harry and Hermione dancing. He had looked so worn down when she arrived last night, she’d almost changed her mind. But there had been something in his expression when he saw her, something more than relief, something that had made her insides quiver. But then he had pulled her close, drawing her into a kiss that obliterated all thoughts.

She frowned now, taking note of the dark circles under his eyes that were often obscured by his glasses. He had fallen asleep almost instantly after they’d finished. The rare peaceful look on his face in the near dark had made her weak. Lying beside him in the sheets, their limbs still tangled together, she let herself pretend that maybe she belonged there until the slow rumbling of day began to trickle into the room before she finally slipped away. 

“He looks worse than usual, doesn’t he?”

Ron nodded. “He’s exhibiting all the telltale signs.”

“Of what?”

“One of those cases.”

Before Ginny was able to ask, the song ended dramatically. The instructor clapped brightly, even though her smile was a little strained.

“A bit more practice and I’m sure you will get the hang of it,” she assured Harry before turning to Hermione. “I do believe we should use the rest of the time to practice the main dance?”

“Oh yes, you don’t mind, do you, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“Not at all,” Harry said, looking relieved to be free from the instructor’s attention.

Ron surprised Hermione from behind, spinning her into his arms. She looked alarmed but immediately relaxed into his embrace, pink dusting over her cheeks.

“While we work on the first dance, you may practice in the meantime,” the instructor advised Harry.

Harry made a face at her retreating back.

“You really seem to hate this,” Ginny observed.

“I don’t dance,” he said, that sullen look returning to his face.

“I don’t know, you weren’t so bad at Bill’s wedding,” she said without thinking. Immediately, she fought the urge to blush at Harry’s surprised expression. “Or I’m sorry, is it just cousin Barney who knows how to dance?”

Harry laughed, making her shiver from head to toe. Even after all this time, it still surprised her a little when she made him laugh. She hadn’t realized how much she missed being able to talk to him like this.

“Come now, youngest Seeker of the century, Dark Wizard vanquisher, Potions professor sasser”–Harry snorted–“defeated by a waltz?”

He shook his head, still smiling.

The music started playing again, this time something slow and sweet. Across the room, Ron and Hermione were being gently guided through new dance moves.

“Come on, what have you got to lose?” She would hate it if he spent Ron and Hermione’s wedding brooding.

“I don’t know,” Harry said softly, even as he stepped closer. She wasn’t sure if it was because he had been shorter before, Polyjuiced to be nearly her height, but her pulse jumped as she looked up at him.

“Think of it as flying. Think of your partner like your broom – lead and I’ll follow,” she blurted, and oh Merlin, why did his proximity and height make her nervous enough to babble?

Harry’s cheeks flushed slightly, and of course he picked up on the innuendo, but he seemed to take her words seriously. “Trust my partner.”

“That’s right,” she soldiered on, refusing to show her embarrassment. “Follow your instincts. The music is the rhythm of a Quidditch game. Pick a target and head there, avoid the other dancers, like Bludgers.”

“Right, well…” He coughed. “Would you be my Firebolt?”

He raised a hand out to her, grinning while Ginny laughed. Despite the flutter in her chest, slipping her hand into his felt like the most natural thing in the world.

She shivered slightly when his hand wrapped around her waist, where she could feel the warmth of him through the cotton material of her dress.

Why did this feel so much more intimate than when they were touching skin to skin?

“Try listening to the music,” she said, trying to distract herself from how she could smell something woodsy that inexplicably reminded her of Potions class, mixed with soap – soap that she had used in his shower. Great, good job, Ginny. Excellent.

Harry nodded, seeming to struggle with concentration himself. “Like a Quidditch game.”

She smiled at him, humoring her. “That’s right.”

“Lead and trust you’ll follow,” he seemed to say to himself.

They began to move together, his foot forward, her foot back, her foot forward while his went back to the rhythm. It started stilted, a tenuous rhythm between them in the uncertainty of their steps.

One-two-three, one-two-three… she counted along to the beat until the numbers drifted away as they fell in step with the music, his hand on her waist guiding them past other invisible dancers.

“Not bad, Potter,” she murmured as he led them to the other side of the room. “I thought you couldn’t dance.”

“I can’t,” he said, his voice rumbling in her ear, somehow sounding deeper. She could hear his self-deprecating smile.

“Don’t let the Prophet find out. I’m sure it’s hard enough keeping the witches and wizards away already,” she joked, not at all nettled by the image she painted.

He didn’t immediately respond. Her stomach clenched when he continued not to speak. Had he sensed her underlying jealousy? Was he going to remind her that, whatever the physical attraction (because he couldn’t deny it now, could he?), they were just friends?

His grip around her waist tightened.

“Maybe I didn’t have the right broom.” He seemed to search her eyes for something.

Her chest gave a painful squeeze. He couldn’t mean…

She stumbled over her own foot, but Harry grabbed hold of her before she could fall. Her heart hammered in her chest. Their eyes met, and suddenly she was transported to last night, when he paused, his breath ghosted over her skin, before he leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheeks, jaw, neck, down to her collarbone as he—

“Ginny? Are you okay?” Harry asked, his green eyes flashing with concern.

“Sorry,” she said, a giggle spilling from her lips without her control. She brushed away hair from her face, hating that she could feel the heat against her fingers. “So much for being the right broom.”

“I don’t know, still the best one so far.” Despite his joke, there was something a little vulnerable in his smile that made her chest ache.

“Splinters and all?”

Harry chuckled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

They smiled at each other, and though everything should have been awkward, it wasn’t.

He hesitated a moment before offering his hand again. “Try again?”

“Yeah,” she said.

They began dancing again, this time quietly. Ginny was more than a little lost in her thoughts, a part of her still not having recovered from his words. Had he meant it the way she was thinking? 

Was it his way of trying to preserve their friendship or was it something more?

Harry’s soft voice pulled her from her thoughts.

“When do you think you’ll be back next?” He tensed, looking as if he hadn’t intended to say that. “Er, if you want to tell me.”

“Need another pick-me-up?” Ginny tried to joke, because that’s all they were doing for each other. Right? Right.

Harry’s step faltered. “That’s not — I just meant—”

She took mercy on him. “With the season starting soon, this may be my last trip for a while.”

He cast his eyes downward, focused on fixing his foot movement. “Oh?”

“Gwenog banned us from traveling until after the first game.” She felt her stomach twist at the reminder. Truthfully, she shouldn’t even have come, but the dancing lessons had meant a lot to Hermione. Plus, if she were honest, she had wanted a reprieve from all the pressure after the latest articles speculating on the Harpies’ decision to gamble on a rookie.

“That’s right, your first game!” Harry beamed at her, looking awed in a way that made her flush with pride. “Against the Tornados.”

“You know?” Was it silly to feel so pleased that he was following her games, even if maybe it was just him being a general Quidditch fan?

“You’ll be brilliant. You are brilliant,” he said. “If you don’t believe me, believe George. He’s started a betting pool for how many points you’ll score.”

Ginny grinned. “I believe you.”

“My first game, I was so nervous. Couldn’t eat a thing,” Harry reminisced. “Seamus kept piling on ketchup over morning sausages, and the sight just made me sick to my stomach.”

Ginny laughed, feeling the knot inside her loosen.

“Must be nothing compared to going professional.” Something in his expression made her feel strangely exposed.

She let out a deep breath, then admitted something she hadn’t told anyone else: “Can I say that I am absolutely ready and simultaneously may throw up?” 

“If anyone can do it, it’s you. You single handedly won us the Quidditch Cup. I had let everyone down, I had let you down,” he said, shaking his head.

“You turned out to be right,” she reminded him, that fierce desire to defend him resurfacing. “Malfoy was a Death Eater.”

“Yes, well…” Harry said, “I still couldn’t stand that I had jeopardized the game. But against all odds, you did it. You caught the Snitch.”

The way he was looking at her made it hard to breathe.

The memories swirled in her mind, that unyielding determination to win. Rallying the team, coaching the Chasers, flying past Cho. Her entire body so keenly aware of the instant Harry had stepped into the common room, his stunned expression – the way his eyes had sought hers.

I won that game for you, she had never told him, but something shifted in his eyes, as if he seemed to hear her now.

“Anything is possible if you have enough nerve,” Harry said, sounding strangely winded.

Something beat wildly in her chest at the familiar words, something dangerously like hope.

Had she forgotten that herself?

“That’s right,” she said, unable to look away.

His eyes darted over her shoulder, to where Ron and Hermione were, then back to her. “After your game, can I take you out to celebrate?”

“That confident I’ll win?”

“Yes,” Harry said. “What do you say?”

His eyes were unusually bright and vulnerable, as if he were leaping off a cliff and looking back to see if she’d jump too. It was hard to think, let alone remember all the ways that what reflected in those eyes was nothing but friendship. Harry wouldn’t ask her out of guilt or misplaced gallantry, would he? Could she really be enough for him?

Don’t risk it, an icy voice hissed inside her.

But she could hardly feel the cold in Harry’s arms. Reckless hope blazed through her.

Fuck if Ginny Weasley didn’t have more than enough nerve.

“I guess I’ll just have to win,” Ginny said, her voice confident despite her feeling dizzy with the ramifications of jumping.

Something flashed in his eyes (relief? guilt?) only for a devastating smile to break over his face. She found herself grinning to match him, wanting nothing more than to pull him down to her lips—her brother, Hermione, the game be damned. Anything to make him keep looking that way.

“You’ll pummel the Tornados.”

She laughed, unburdened and warm like the sunlight streaming over them. “Something to look forward to.”

*

Harry felt like he must have drunk a vat of Felix Felicis, which was all the more surprising given his mental and physical state not twenty-four hours prior, poring endlessly over notes and clues. Preparing himself for another night of tossing and turning before Ginny had showed up at his door. And then pulling her close, desperate for her touch, not letting her go even as they slowly divested themselves of clothing, falling back onto his bed in the dark, everything fading into blissful oblivion, before waking up alone to find Ron, Hermione, and Ginny ready for their scheduled dance lesson, Ginny looking as if they hadn’t had mind-blowing sex several hours prior.

And now, now –

Ginny had said yes. Yes.

Well, contingent upon her winning the game (why oh why did he do that?), but this was Ginny, so there was a very good chance.

His chest swelled with anticipation, feeling like it could burst. He glanced at Ginny out of the corner of his eye, as if that would dispel the pressure. Clearly, he wasn’t subtle because her lips quirked up.

 “Careful,” Hermione said, catching him just as he was about to careen into a waste bin. She gave him an odd look.

“Thanks.” He tried to school what must be a ridiculous expression on his face.

“I reckon you can give the dancing a rest now, mate,” Ron guffawed.

“Nargles in the way?” Ginny asked, her eyes glinting. Harry was more than fine with that.

“Must be it,” Harry said, unable to stop the grin on his face.

Hermione hushed them, gesturing toward their destination. “Don’t forget that this is a Muggle pub.”

“After you, my future wife,” Ron said grandly, bowing as he held the pub door open for Hermione. She shook her head at him but looked pleased all the same.

It was a cozy pub that looked like it hadn’t changed in decades, with low ceilings and dated furnishings. Its likeness to the Leaky Cauldron made Harry feel right at home despite the television displaying a rugby game. Several patrons seated at the counter groaned in unison when someone missed a penalty kick.

“Is that a telly-vision?” Ron asked, pointing.

Hermione shared a wry smile with Harry before answering. “Yes, Ron, but it’s tele-vision, not telly-vision. Or just a telly.”

“Dad would love this, wouldn’t he?” said Ginny, entranced. Harry’s stomach did a little flip, wondering if maybe he should take her to other Muggle destinations. Like on a date.

Harry really had to stop staring before Ron noticed.

“He’d go mad for it,” Ron confirmed, pulling out Hermione’s chair for her.

Hermione smiled at Ron as she sat. “We ought to bring him sometime.”

“What sport is that?” Ginny asked, sitting down. Harry took the seat beside her.

“Rugby,” Hermione confirmed.

“Just one ball?” Ron asked, squinting. “That sounds way too simple.”

One of the teams scored, and the onlookers cheered.

Ron shook his head affectionately. “Muggles.”

“Say what you will, but I wouldn’t mind Quidditch being broadcasted on one of those things,” Ginny said, scanning the menu.

“That’s right! Your game,” Ron said. “You’ve got extra tickets, don’t you?”

Harry’s heart stumbled in his chest. Tickets. He didn’t have tickets!

He had been planning on buying them, but then the Cranleigh case had landed on his desk. How was he going to celebrate her win if he wasn’t allowed in the stadium? The image rushed into his mind – him at the gates, locked out of the stadium, and Ginny deciding to celebrate with ticket-wielding wizards who had had the foresight to buy season passes.

“Just the few they gave us for friends and family,” Ginny said. Was it just Harry’s imagination or did her gaze linger on him a beat longer than necessary? “But a teammate had secured a bunch of spares for family visiting from America, but something came up and can’t come anymore.”

“What rotten luck,” Ron said gleefully. Hermione frowned at him. “What? Why let those tickets go to waste, am I right?” He turned to Harry for support.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, hopefully not too eagerly.

“Do you want to come?” Ginny asked him, something careful in her voice.

“Yes, of course,” Harry said instantly. His cheeks heated at his earnestness. “That is, if you want me to.”

“Yes, I have enough for everybody,” Ginny said, smiling softly at him. The urge to pull her close surged in him.

“I’ll be there,” he reaffirmed stupidly.

“Ah-ha!” Ron said, making Harry jump in his seat. “I knew it. Next time we want to drag Harry away from work, we get him Quidditch tickets.”

“I’ll take it,” Hermione said, her eyes shining as she smiled at Harry.

Harry snorted, lifting the menu to hide his face until his flush subsided. “What’s good here?”

“They’re supposed to make a very good Scotch egg here, so how about starting with a few of those?” Hermione suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Ginny said.

“Don’t forget the pints,” Ron said. “I was promised pints. You promised me pints, Hermione.”

Fifteen minutes and one explanation of Muggle darts later (“but what’s the point if they don’t explode every once in a while?” Ron had asked), Harry bit into his scotch egg, halved and slightly runny, with a generous smear of onion chutney. Hermione was right; it was very good.

“Say, Ginny,” said Ron, who had finished both halves of his scotch egg and was beginning to eye Hermione’s plate.

Ginny automatically shielded her plate with her free hand. “Not a chance.”

Ron huffed in indignation. “I was only going to ask when is your Portkey.”

Harry’s fork stopped briefly in midair as he glanced at her.

“In a few hours,” she said, checking the clock on the wall. Only a few more hours before he wouldn’t get to see her for over a month.

“What do you say to a friendly game of Quidditch after this?” Ron asked.

Harry perked up instantly, even as Hermione groaned.

“Only if Hermione wants to,” Ginny said fairly.

Harry and Ron turned to Hermione, faces eager. With his promotion and the Cranleigh case, he hadn’t had the chance to fly in ages.

“I’ll be on your team,” Ginny told Hermione. “You’ll barely have to touch the Quaffle.”

Hermione’s gaze slid from Ron’s face to Harry’s, neither of them deterred by facing a professional player if it meant a scrimmage.

“Fine,” Hermione said finally, and Ron openly whooped. She shook her head at him fondly. “Finish your pint,” she said, slicing her remaining egg and depositing half onto Ron’s plate. “You’ve got twenty minutes before happy hour ends if you want another round.”

Ron stared at his plate with open wonder. “See, this is why I’m marrying you,” he said, turning to gaze at Hermione in a way that made Harry terribly aware that he was single. Hermione blushed and tried to conceal her smile.

Harry picked up his pint at the same time that Ginny reached for hers. She rolled her eyes at him over her drink, and he grinned back at her before taking a long draught.

“I see why you like me around,” Ginny said to Ron. She leaned closer to Harry conspiratorially. Her arm pressed against his, sending goosebumps up his arm. “Making poor Harry suffer in his singledom all alone.”

“Beats the bickering and unbearable sexual tension.” Harry snorted. Ginny turned her head into his shoulder and laughed. He felt warm and light inside, almost like he could float away any second. “Aside from constantly trying not to die, the majority of my time was spent in a ‘will they, won’t they’ conundrum.”

“You needed something to take your mind off of Trelawney’s constant death predictions,” Ron said.

Harry lifted his hands in defense. “Without you both, they may all have come true.”

They all dissolved into laughter as they recounted their Hogwart days. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way. Their table was cozy and comfortable, the atmosphere bolstered by a recently lit fireplace. He was suddenly overcome with nostalgia, the pub and company reminding him of the Gryffindor common room, and those days they’d come back from Quidditch practice, laughing and bantering with Hermione, who had been working on homework. He glanced down at Ginny, the coppers and gold of her red hair glowing in the firelight and lovely face bright with cheer, not unlike the ways he had watched her then, his chest warm with emotion and yearning.

She seemed to sense his gaze and looked up at him, a shimmer of something unnameable in her eyes.

“Should we get more drinks?” Ron asked.

“Hm?” Harry turned his attention to his best mate. A familiar fear flashed through him. What would Ron think if he really didgo on a date with Ginny?

Merlin, forget a date – what about all the activities they’d already done? The events of last night flashed through his mind, Ginny rolling on top of him on his bed, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

Harry stood up so quickly his chair scraped against the floor. He felt his face turn hot when they all looked at him in surprise. “I’ll get them. Drinks, I’ll get the drinks.”

“I’ll help,” Hermione offered.

She and Harry confirmed everyone’s orders before weaving through the crowd toward the bar. Harry leisurely scanned the rest of the pub as they waited for the bartender. It was much busier than when they had arrived, many groups and couples enjoying a weekend night out. He found himself watching a family with two small children, the toddler seeming very keen on pointing out the big dog outside to his dad’s, even as the parents tried to tend to their fussy baby. The parents had that look of exhaustion accompanying most parents with young children, but the dad turned to his son, grinning and ruffling his hair.

“Harry?”

The bartender and Hermione were looking at him. “Sorry?”

“Did I get everything?” Hermione listed off the drinks and food order clearly the second time.

“Yes, that’s right,” Harry said. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

When the bartender left to fill their order, Hermione peered up at him. “Everything all right, Harry?” Her eyes slid from him to the family he had been watching.

“Yes, fine,” he said, embarrassed to have been caught staring.

“How are things going with the Cranleigh case?” she asked, something soft and knowing in her voice.

Harry shook his head, his chest tight. Three wizarding families had suddenly vanished within the span of two months in the parish of Cranleigh, where recently more Wizarding folk had decided to live amongst Muggles. Rumors were floating around that maybe this was a resurgence of old Pureblood prejudices, from people who weren’t so keen on the latest push for more Wizard–Muggle relations. 

He didn’t have to look at the photo he carried in his wallet, the one of the third family he received a week ago. He had already memorized it from all his staring, the endless loop of the Bakers, the youngest family to go missing. Mrs. Baker cradled her newborn, her husband’s arm secure around her shoulder, the two of them oscillating between waving and smiling down at their daughter.

“Maybe after Ginny’s gone, you can share some of those notes of yours,” Hermione said. He could tell she knew he was in a rut, having fixated on the clues by himself long enough to know he wasn’t getting much further on his own.

Harry smiled, gratitude tugging at him. “That sounds great, thanks.”

“You know,” she said tentatively. “I know this case is really important to you and you’ve been so busy with work, but have you…have you given any more thought to dating again?”

“Er,” said Harry, resisting the strong urge to glance over in Ginny’s direction. “Yeah, maybe.”

Hermione beamed at him, positively ecstatic. “Oh, that’s wonderful! Do you have someone in mind? Is she someone we know? Is there any way we could help? If it’s that new girl in the Improper Use of Magic Office, you know, the one helping with the Cranleigh case, I could put in a good word for you, you know I would.”

“Er,” said Harry.

“Or,” Hermione said, her eyes suddenly shining with tears. “Or…is he someone we know? Because that would be perfectly fine with us too, you know. The magical world is surprisingly forward-thinking when it comes to—"

“No, I—the, no, no she’s definitely a she,” Harry sputtered. “But thank you,” he added, feeling oddly moved.

“So who–”

“It’s just a thought. And probably nothing to act on until after the case,” he rushed on, grabbing hold of a reason to evade her questioning. After all (and this time his eyes nearly watered under the immense effort not to look at Ginny), nothing would happen until after her game. Hopefully, the case will be resolved by then.

Hermione squinted at him, but the bartender returned, saving Harry from having to answer anything else. They took the drinks and made their way back to the table, where Ron and Ginny were flicking small wads of paper at one another, clearly trying to see who could hit the other more.

Ginny smiled at Harry when he handed her drink to her. Her fingers brushed against his, sending sparks through him.

Harry’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed Ron looking at him funny. “What?”

“I really thought you’d be more…” Ron waved his hand flippantly. “Wound up, with everything going on at work.”

“I have more than work,” Harry said. Apparently not very convincingly because Ron and Hermione share a look.

“Anyway, you look good,” Ron said finally. Hermione nodded, smiling brightly at Harry.

“Thanks?”

“Don’t get me wrong. You still look pretty knackered, but much better than usual,” Ron continued cheerfully.

“It must be the Quidditch,” Ginny said, her eyes gleaming with mischief over the rim of her glass. Under the table, her knee lightly pressed against his.

“Yes,” Harry said, struggling and failing to contain the way his lips curved up, the warmth of her presence radiating through him from where they touched. “That must be it.”

“Blimey, say something and we’ll play more often,” Ron said. “Next time we can get George and Bill.”

As Ron continued making future Quidditch plans, Harry pressed back against Ginny’s knee, a bittersweet mixture of contentment, longing, and anticipation flaring through him. He closed his eyes, savoring the assuring pressure of her touch, the comforting noise of the pub, Ron’s enthusiastic chatter and Hermione’s indulgent responses, and the delicate promise that hung in the air for the next time he would see her.

#unravel me #chapter 6 #thank you so so much for sticking with me #harry/ginny #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger #omg it's finally done #i have so so many iterations of these scenes #but they just didn't work until the 6th draft #not sure if it was so hard because hah there's no smut #i am feeling some anxiety because it's been so long and this chapter feels different from the previous ones #ahhhh hope you still enjoy #i wrote a thing

[intergalacticfloralexplorers]

Intermission 2! The crew is at the Awakening Woods now! 

-Alph and Olimar go into a cave to try to find purple and white candy pop buds, Charlie and Brittany are surveying the area with the Hocotate ship giving them a tour, and Louie is trying to figure out a nice thing he can do for Olimar as a way of saying thanks. 

-These three events happen at the same time, progressing with asks to each character. Story wise, a bit more development to Charlie's conflict. Rigol grieves over Vio much to other pikmins confusion and with the help of Astur, they end up discovering a ancient mural. Louie finds a secret garden where the Snagret Hole is (thanks to Blue!), and O and A are unsuccessful finding any candy pop buds (odd…)

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Event 3: Part 1

-the next day, the crew wake up to find the Drake landed back on the Awakening Woods. The ship alerts the crew that Louie has gone off early, but left some wildflowers on the table for some odd reason.

(The small batch of flowers include: periwinkle, clover, lavender, dandelion flowers, etc.)

-Olimar is led by a blue pikmin (Blue, the reincarnation of Ne, holder of the strange flower) to the secret garden where Louie is. 

-The koppaites, not worried at all, decide to just take the day to explore the area some more. 

-The Hoco Ship stays behind, claiming he’s not feeling like himself, which the crew is semi confused about, but just brushes it off simply thinking it's just Rusty being…rusty.

- before this however, the asks were bound to have people telling Alph to smell one of the flowers, insisting he must even if he is allergic (lol). Alph reluctantly agrees and smells a lavender. A very dramatic pause later, he comedically sneezes and begins to question the askers before being hit with a memory. 

-A memory of Alph with D(ead) by his side as they watch over his body in a white room. Then another memory (from A’s perspective) where Character D(?) is reaching towards him, telling him to smell the flower. (The Landing Event from the beginning!)

-Alph snaps back to reality by Charlie, who right behind him is D. Watching. Looming. 

-He blinks and D is gone.

-Charlie asks again if Alph is alright. Alph responds that he is fine, and the two head out along with Brit outside.

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((Again, two events occur at the same time before coming together so I’ll go over them one at a time!))

-Alph tells Brit he would like to speak with Charlie alone, so she reluctantly agrees and feins recalling a fruit she forgot to retrieve. 

- C and A walk around the woods, stopping to battle a few fiery blowhogs. Charlie would have been happily answering a few asks before Alph gains the courage to ask about D.

-Alph begins to question Charlie about who D is (along with asks pushing questions too), C finally breaks and yells that he has no idea if D was even real or not. We learn that he believes he just…imagined them during his lonely solo missions.

-Alph is left dejected, C puts a hand on his shoulder and tells him to not bring up D again.

-But then C spots someone behind Alph

-the tall, bleeding transparent figure of D. 

-C stumbles back in shock, Alph asks if Charlie is alright. C bumps into a red pikmin(Astur) carrying a bomb rock, causing the pik to stumble, nearly dropping the bomb but manages to not drop it.

- But Astur ends up right inline of a blow hogs fire

-C and A look in horror as the bomb detonates.

-Olimar is worried as he is led by several pikmin (including Blue and a rock Pikmin, Magnolia) to the Snagret Hole. The little group begin to travel past the cave deeper into the log. Olimar is astonished to find a full garden inside. 

-The garden would’ve looked similar to a rest area, but with a variety of flowers, big and small. A tiny pond with a small river would be in the center, lined with rocks also varying in size. Spectralids and flutterbies are seen fluttering around.

-Olimar is amazed, marveling at how such a cave exists while the outdoors is getting cold. (Awakening woods here would have been fall themed to match the games changing its season every game. Pik 1 was summer, Pik 2 was spring.)

-He is startled by Louie suddenly appearing by his side. O learns that L sent the Blue to lead him to the garden. So they chill here for a while, Oli doodling and taking notes while talking with Lou and answering asks.

- Lou asks if Oli is ok after…well…everything. O has certainly been through…a lot. Bad luck seems to follow this poor guy wherever he goes.

-Olimar tells Lou not to worry about him, O claims he’s gotten quite used to the troubles the Pikmin planet throws at him, which makes moments like these all the more special.

-The two sit in silence, being present in the moment. 

-Lou slightly shifts closer to Oli, his hand inching closer to his hand

-Oli notices Lou shifting around, and asks if he has anything to tell him. Lou is noticeably very very nervous, slightly stammering as he reaches behind himself about to pull something out before…

-BOOM!

-The two hear an explosion in the distance. Oli gets up to investigate the outside, Louie is visibly (slightly comedicly) frustrated at the interruption. The Hoco Ship comms the two alerting that 1, Charlie is down and 2…THE FOREST IS ON FIRE!

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Event 3: Part 2

-Alph wakes up with a very heavy weight ontop of him. (It’s Charlie, milliseconds before the bomb blew, he shielded Alph and promptly got knocked out from the explosion.) 

-A manages to push C off and is left momentarily dazed, wondering what just happened. Brit runs to his side, having heard the loud explosion. 

-The explosion caused the surrounding area to set on fire. Brit comms the Ship to teleport Charlie back to the Drake, but her koppad isn’t working (neither is Alph’s…weird)

-So A+B use the few pikmin they have left to carry C back to the ship as the fire continues spreading…

-meanwhile, Olimar commands Louie to collect wayward pikmin(not in the fire) and bring them back to their onion. O goes to the Drake to bring out some reds but notices a gathering of pikmin around the onion. Confused, he attempts to whistle them over.

-Ontop of the Onion is a yellow pikmin(Rigol) seemingly speaking to the crowd. They and a majority of pikmin(notably blues, yellows, and winged) look to Olimar with blank eyes. These pikmin return inside the onion. A majority of Rock and Red pikmin listen to Olimar’s whistle, with only a few handful of blue, yellow, and winged following. 

-The onion then proceeds to fly up into the air, and split in half! 

-The first onion lands back on the ground(Red and Gray, we’ll refer to this one as…the onion), while the other onion flies to the direction of the fire(blue,yellow,pink, we’ll call this one the Tri onion)

-Olimar is left stunned

-The HOCOSHIP exits from the Drake, telling Oli she’s lost track of ABC’s signals in the fire. Olimar regains focus, and takes a small squad of red pikmin into the inferno. The Ship refuses to let him go into the flames(too dangerous, it's not worth the risk, etc) but Olimar goes in anyway.

-JUST as Oli goes into the fire, the Koppaites return to the base. Rusty’s about to express their relief but Brit interrupts, annoyed that he didn’t receive their distress signals. The ship immediately defends herself, saying he didn’t even receive ANY notifications.

-Louie arrives at the base, having retrieved several wayward Pikmin. He asks where Olimar is. 

-A and B are left shocked as The Ship remembers.

-“Wait. If you three are here, and Louie is here as well…Olimar-Olimar went into the fire to look for…”

-A comedic pause between the crew, before Louie bolts directly into the flames

-The ship commands A and B to prepare for liftoff while he retrieves O and L

-Alph protests, wanting to help but Brit says something like uh, “dude we just got OUT of the fire. Let’s not go back there.” (I’m great at dialogue I know /sarc)

-A then asks, “but… what about the fire?” B hesitates before saying “well, there’s not much we can do about it…nature will naturally ease the flames.” Then adds, “who knows, maybe it’ll be good for the forest.” 

-Alph agrees, and A and B both return inside the Drake

-We cut to Olimar calling for the Koppaites but to no avail. He hears a Pikmin cry nearby. He discovers a lone red pikmin cowering in a hole, a wound on their forehead. (Later, they are known as Clover)

-He gently helps them out of the hole and calms the little pikmin in his arms. The red pikmin in his squad appear to be pleased with their captain.

-The HOCOSHIP is flying above the forest fire, trying to detect his crew mates through the flames. They spot the Tri Onion from far away, dunking itself in a lake. Rusty is puzzled by that, but focuses back on her mission.

- Rusty finally manages to contact Oli, pinpointing his location and briefly comms Oli to yell at him. (“You idiot! Why would you do such a selfless, reckless act?! Now Louie is looking for you too!”)

-Olimar immediately began to focus on finding Louie, the ship following him from above the forest.

-We cut to Louie, who’s also looking for Oli. L is coughing and holding his chest. The smoke from the forest fire seems to be affecting him to a much greater extent than the others. (Must be a bug in his oxygen filter…)

-he then spots something glowing red in the distance. L begins to walk towards it, thinking it’s Olimar

- But as he gets closer, Louie freezes. 

-It’s the Smoky Progg. 

-Louie runs the opposite way, trying to get away but ends up collapsing. His coughing is getting worse, and his nose appears to be bleeding. The Progg slowly approaches L.

- Louie is terrified, thinking that this was the end…

-*CRACK*

-They both look up. A large tree branch is falling.

- The branch lands between the two, creating a wall between them. 

-The Progg turns away, disappearing in the flames

-L is left frozen, wide eyed.

- He hears Oli calling for him, and spots his red antenna light. They both reunite, Olimar expressing his relief while lightly scolding Louie. 

-Then Oli whistles behind Lou, red pikmin begin to climb down the tree the branch fell out of. It’s revealed O was the one to save L!

-The ship comes down to teleport the two(and the squad of reds!) into his cargo, and flies back to Drake. 

-We see the Tri onion hovering above the forest, spreading a light water mist that slowly dispels the flames.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ prev/next part tba

#floral au #story2 #so many questions and yet so few answered…storywise I mean XD #You can imagine how beautiful the garden scene wouldve been but MAN it would be a doozy to create along with the forest fire 😭 #HOOOO boy this part of the story has been in my head for years! I’m finally glad to share the plans with you guys #maybe one day I’ll draw a couple of these moments…maybe one day… #hope you enjoy! Stay tuned for the next part because the next part…that one has to be one of my favorites :)

[its-hyperfixation]

You've known someone for a long time But you never really know who they are

for one of the smartest people i know, in honour of finishing your last college exam. @bellamyblakru im so so proud of u.

#ahhhh okay im actually feeling good about this set!!! #tried to change it up with the alternating coloured / b&w which was super fun #also messed with pairing fonts!! kinda fun but u already know i don’t love dealing with fonts LOL #also also tried out the gradient captions!!! so frickin cool #i hope you enjoy this angst;;;; i tried to make it extra angsty for u :) #ngl it hurt me to watch the finale to get the clips 😭 i don’t think i’ll ever get immunity to that shit jesus #ANYWAYS SUPER EXCITED BC THIS IS A NIALL SONG #whenever i heard the lyric “when i was on my knees in the darkness” i only saw MERLIN CAVE CRYING #so i just had to make this but i couldn’t figure out the rest of the scenes LMAOO #finally sat down tonight to get it dooone and what can i say i love it #just the right amount of angst 😩😩 #but yes i’m still completely in my niall phase and we need to get you ON THAT #anyways anyways i hope you like this set!!! #i’m so proud of you my absolutely gorgeous incredible genius loml #also hope you’re feeling good!!! fuck that flu #i love u so much 💚💙 hope you have a good day my beloved #next up: gift for graduation day!! 🤪🤩 #ayman gifs #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin gifs #merlingifs #merlin gifset #merlin angst #merthur #merthur angst #merthur gifs #niall my beloved #niall horan arms of a stranger #bellamyblakru

[lesamis]

have you watched the second season of shadow and bone? what are your thoughts?

oof, anon, i hope (and honestly kind of expect) that my opinion on this isn't given any weight at all. i'm genuinely not invested enough in the books or the show or the fandom to really have the right to voice much of an Opinion, but i did watch season 2! it made me feel a million different ways, but mostly it didn't make me feel anything, which still bothers me.

there's a special kind of frustration to watching something that you're convinced has the necessary ingredients for a good show, but simply doesn't land with you. i talked my long-suffering friend's ear off trying to figure out what that was as we were watching. what i ended up understanding is that if a studio wants to target as broad an audience as possible with an adaptation, they have literally no incentive to prioritize depth over breadth. combining two fundamentally different book series - both of which come with very large character casts and a ton of plot baggage! - was always going to be a bad choice from a storytelling perspective. the second season kind of drove home to me just how far they were taking the commitment to trying to preserve every storybeat despite having a cast far too large to do heavier plotlines justice, and having a timeline that doesn't accommodate some of the slower developments that made emotional beats land in the books.

what you end up with is a very well-designed (oh the embroidery!) and well-cast (daisy head emmy when!) show that dips into complex and worthwhile characters in the most shallow way possible. inej has one of the most horrific backstories in canon, and the lynchpin of her trauma is taken off the playing field in the blink of an eye to advance a different storyline. a character arc like hers, or genya's, deserves space and resonance. if you got up to get a drink twice throughout the show at the wrong moment, you could have literally missed the resolution of both, that's how little space they take up. given how good these actors' performances are, and how much affection there clearly is among the cast and crew for the project, the lack of substance in the storylines you can actually see in the show makes me feel a bit jaded and cynical.

very sorry to go off on a tangent there, anon! i'm not sure i gave you a very uplifting answer. the blowing-out-of-proportion of adaptations for the sake of hedging every possible bet was a sore point for me in the rings of power last year as well, so consider all of the above as a personal shortcoming much more than like, an Intelligent Critical Assessment :')

#basically you can just. you can TELL a crows show w/ this cast and crew would be excellent. #you can TELL an alina show w/ this cast and crew would find its audience of booktok girlies. like it would reach twilight level hype #separately i am so so so certain that they could be good shows #but what we have instead is all this potential that you simply can't find any time to develop #and i'm sitting there watching wondering why i feel robbed of sth. especially wrt to jesper. personal bias but #like. the fact that that jesper & inej scene was deleted? it would have been a CRUCIAL character moment in a different show #last point. was it me or was this season like. comically ill-lit #my friend and i just kept yelling to turn up the brightness in every other shot. in one episode they finally leave a dark space #and are like. on a sunny field. and they BACKLIGHT all the characters so you Still cannot see their faces it was Killing me #anyway i'm v sorry to be so negative for such a large amount of words anon i hope it doesn't seem at all unkind #again: this is a very very personal assessment and i'd never want to talk down the show to anyone who enjoys it #asks #anon

[omgeto]

☆ THRILL (h)ER! — SATOSUGU X READER

summary: when watching a scary movie with your two best friends, you cant help but hold onto them tight every time you get jumpscared. but as the night goes on and your fingers roam... wait, what movie were you watching again?

wc: 3.3k (its alll smut guys so give me a medal)

cw: double penetration, praising, slight degradation, gojo and geto bickering, fingering, dirty talk (?) and some fun loving you're their pretty little princess. afab!reader, MDNI

an: guys look I finally posted a fic for kinktober, yay me, I hope you like it since Id say the smut on this one hits different sooo give it a chance. also only big brains will understand the fic title.

KINKTOBER M.LIST.

your best friends, gojo and geto always have a way of making you feel right at home, especially when you find yourself in your favourite spot on the couch – sandwiched between them. geto's embrace is a gentle yet possessive one, his arms wrapped around you in a tender hold that radiates warmth, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your lower back.

to your side, gojo's long limbs seamlessly entwine with yours. your legs stretch over to meet him, creating an intimate tangle of limbs. his fingers trail leisurely up and down your thighs, their teasing caresses sending delightful shivers through your body. it's a familiar and electric sensation that's become an unspoken language among the three of you—one that hasn’t fully been enacted upon… yet.

"i don't know why you insist we watch this movie every year," geto complains, his gaze locked onto his b est friend, a playful frustration in his tone. "you're so predictable."

"oh, don't be a bore," gojo retorts, matching geto's glare before shifting his attention down to you. his voice is laced with mischief as he speaks to you. "you find it fun, don't you?" 

“what? do i like crappy slashers from the 80s with big titted damsels running from a shitly costumed killer?” you deadpan, your sarcasm evident. you could feel the vibration from geto as he lowly chuckles. gojo’s face forms a pout that prompts you to quickly add, “but i love them.”

gojo’s pout transforms into a triumphant grin as your admission earns you a playful nudge from him. “that’s my girl,” he exclaims, giving your thigh an excited rub as he turns on the movie.

geto, still chuckling softly, leans in closer. “well, i suppose if toru enjoys it, we can endure it one more time.” his words carry a hint of tenderness, his arm around you tightening ever so slightly, puling you closer into his embrace.                                                                            

you watch the movie in a comfortable silence, the only noise coming from the tv and gojo's oddly placed screams that you've come to expect every year. his over-the-top reactions to jump scares and gruesome scenes never fail to amuse you, and it's a source of endless entertainment for both you and geto.

geto, on the other hand, watches the movie with a more stoic expression, occasionally shaking his head at the implausible plot twists and unrealistic gore. His hand continues to rest on your thigh, his fingers now tracing soothing patterns as if to counterbalance the tension on the screen.

as the movie progresses, you notice how both gojo and geto steal glances at you when they think you're not looking, as their innocent touches progress into heavy petting. but there's a moment where you all pause, their movements stop, and you all look at each other as the loud sounds of exaggerated moans blare from the screen.

“i always forget this scene is in there,” gojo lies, with a snicker, an appreciative smile forming on his face as he watches the scene.gojo's arm remains draped around your shoulders, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm, while geto's touch has grown increasingly intimate, his hand resting on your hip, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles.

“oh don’t bullshit satoru,” geto accuses, taking his hand off of you for a second to send a jab into gojo’s side, “i know you’re getting off on watching this ditzy blonde getting laid.”

“not true,” gojo retorts childishly, “i think there’s better sights to get off on, isn’t that right?” he finishes casting his eyes, not so subtly, over to you.

“well i can’t lie and say the sights aren’t… appealing,” geto grins his hands coming back on you, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“you two are such guys,” you laugh, trying to remain nonchalant even though on the inside the pace of your heart was quickening, and every touch of their fingers sends jolts straight to your core. “you’re focusing on the wrong things here.”

“and what should we be focusing on here?” geto murmurs at you, you couldn’t see his face but you knew a smirk was plastered across it. his challenge hangs in the air as you pause, hesitating as you scan the room, your eyes meeting gojo’s trying to gauge if they are thinking what you are. geto can sense your hesitation as he feels your breathing still as you lean against him, so he pulls his finger under your chin turning your head to face him. “let us focus on you, come here.”

you lean in, his lips enclosing on yours in a deep kiss, you turn your body almost straddling him so you could get better access. his tongue enters your mouth, as his hands work down your body, and as the kiss intensifies, you’re aware of gojo’s gaze on you. you extend an inviting hand toward him, flashing him a smile as you pull away from geto and set your lips on your other friend.

gojo groans as your lips work with his, and his hands go straight into his pants, fisting his dick that has been hard all night just at the sight of you. geto cascades kisses down your neck as he starts to pull your shirt up off of you, you gasp at the feeling of both of their hands and lips all over you.

“h-how long have you two been planning this one then, huh?” you grin, a laugh escaping through your moans, as you let geto get rid of your shirt, assisting gojo with taking off your pants. 

“how long have we known you?” geto responds rhetorically, and gojo nod in agreement, as they both take off their jogging bottoms, leaving you all sitting on the couch in your underwear. there is no more hesitation, or uncertainty between you three—you all know exactly what you want.

“so who gets to have me first?” you joke, your eyes darting between the two of them, their lustful eyes are unmistakable as they stare at your body, their dicks straining against their boxers ready to be suffocated by your tight pussy.

“i get to!” gojo sputters out quickly, but he’s not as swift as geto who’s already pulled you back onto him, his fingers pushing into you without any warning. your mouth parts, as you let out a whine, as his long digits give your pussy fast, relentless strokes, he adds another finger, smirking as your body buckles against his. “hey no fair!” gojo pouts, side eyeing geto, but he can’t help biting his lip as he hears your cunt squelch everytime his best friend shoves his fingers into it.

“don’t worry, ‘toru,” geto reassures, his fingers curling up into you before he pulls it out swiftly, spreading your pussy apart and giving gojo a knowing look, “there’s room for the both of us.”

gojo eagerly drives his fingers into you from behind, his body pressing against yours as he charges your fingers into you. your moans increase as you feel a flurry of digits explore your pussy, gojo’s hand grips on his shoulder and geto hand holds your waist as they both tug your body back and forth in an attempt to get you closer to them.

“s-shit” you cry out, as you clench around their fingers, trying to keep them inside of you. you grind down against both of their fingers, your whimpers encouraging them to twist and push their fingers deeper into you.

“you see how much of a mess she gets for us?” geto asks gojo with a low chuckle, and gojo nods, smiling as the wetness of your pussy allows for his fingers to slide into you with ease, “press down on her clit. hard.”

“don’t tell me what to do,” gojo mutters, but he does it anyway. his thumb going straight to your clit, pushing down on it, smirking as you groan your back arching right into him. 

“see i told you,” geto chimes, laughing as gojo glares at him. geto’s focus shifts to you, as he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth, he holds your chin, placing his thumb on your bottom lip as he raises his eyebrows at you for permission. you nod lazily, opening your mouth, accepting two of his fingers —which are drenched in your juices. “‘toru, you gonna finish her off for me.”

gojo smirks, his fingers working in overdrive, as he adds another digit inside of you and you could feel yourself about to release. geto can tell you're close from the way you bite down on his fingers. “you close? you gonna cum on satoru’s fingers as you taste yourself?”

you couldn’t even respond, as your cum sprays all over gojo’s fingers and geto’s stomach. the boys both smirk at each other, as they hear your high pitched moans and see heaps of your cum spilling out of your pussy running down your thighs. gojo is in awe, his fingers still remain in you and he pushes them up lazily, trying to keep you plugged with your cum. you relax onto his fingers, letting him do as he pleases, as you try and catch your breath your body slumping onto geto’s.

“you did so well,” geto praises in his air, lifting up your head off your chest, pecking your lips softly. “you took both of our fingers letting us stretch your tight pussy, it felt good didn’t it?” 

“y-yeah it felt so good sugu,” you sigh, turning your head to face gojo, as you pull him closer into you, “you both felt so good.”

“you wanna let us stuff you further?” gojo questions eagerly, his hard dick resting on your ass, as rocks against you.

“satoru,” geto reprimands, shaking his head at his friends over excitement. but gojo shoots him a look shrugging as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, practically inhaling you.

“but suguru, she wants us both to stuff her,” he argues, as fingers already go back to your sobbing cunt. “you want that dont you?” he whispers, directly in your ear, slowly coaxing your pussy with soft strokes as he murmurs in your ear. “you want me and sugu to shove our dicks right up your pussy, together.”

“i don’t know if i can…” you hesitate, your voice faltering, but you pull your lip between your teeth, closing your eyes as you think about taking both of them.

“c’mon pretty girl,” geto persuades you, forcing you to open your eyes and look at the teasing smirk on your face, “don’t think we don’t know how slutty you can be. you know your greedy little cunt take both of us with ease, and you want it to, don't you?” you nod your head slowly in agreement, but geto shakes his, “no, we need to hear you say it. use your words. tell us what you want.”

“i want your dicks to stuff my pussy,” you admit, feeling your confidence grow as the smirk on geto’s face widens and you can hear gojo lowly growl in your ear. “i need it.”

“well we have to give our girl what she wants, right sugu?” gojo taunts, pulling you off of gojo and onto his lap, his dick slaps against your pussy. “suguru got to see your pretty face, before, so this time you’re all mine, okay?” gojo says to you, and you could hear geto kiss his teeth, but he obliges letting gojo have his way this time. 

“you ready for me?” gojo asks, waiting for your approval as he lifts you up slightly over his dick, he even looks over to geto he leans back against the couch, with his dick in his hand. you don’t even answer gojo, sliding down onto gojo as you moan together.

geto fists his dick at the sight, “go on satoru, fuck her,” he orders, his strokes increasing as he watches as gojo begin to thrust into you. your hands press down on gojo’s shoulder’s as you start to bounce on him, you lean forward whining straight in his ear, causing him fuck you harder.

gojo plays with your bra strap, pulling it and letting it release against your shoulder, “i don’t know why you’ve still got this on,” he complains, as brings his hands to the clasp of your bra, undoing it. your tits bounce as he pulls off your bra, and both boys smile at the sight. gojo’s fingers pull against both of your nipples, twisting and pulling at them causing you to cry at every tug. “so sensitive,” he mutters to himself, touching your tits inquisitively as he continues to toy with them, loving how with every touch your cries grow louder.

“it’s crazy how we stretched you so well earlier, but your pussy is still tight as fuck,” gojo comments, his words punctuated with every thrust. “i had all my fingers inside of you already, but your cock hungry cunt just can’t seem to get enough.”

“is he fucking you good?” geto calls, feeling himself about to cum, as he rubs against his dick hard. you look over to him and smile, nodding quickly as you wrap your hands around gojos neck, clinging to him as his dick drives into you. geto stands up, coming up behind you pressing a kiss on your neck, “you need me to help get you off?”

“she doesn’t need anything from you, i’m doing just fine,” gojo mumbles, but he lets you slightly raise up off of his dick and he smirks as he feels geto join him, geto’s dick presses against gojo in excitement as they wait in anticipation for you to enclose them with your pussy. 

“don’t be nervous,” geto coos from behind you, nipping at your ear. you look at gojo and he gives you an encouraging nod, and you slide back down onto them hissing in slight pain as you feel them both enter you. “it’s okay pretty, you’re doing so so well,” geto continues to reassure you, pressing soothing kisses down your neck, his lips sucking at your flesh. you all pause as you fully take them both in, and you feel the pain subside smiling at gojo giving him permission to move. 

geto follows suit, and you all move in tandem, fucking against each other. gojo places his hands on your ass, pushing your cheeks in pace with his movements whereas geto’s hands cup your tits, holding them firmly as he spreads his fingers over your nipples, rolling them.

“fu-fuck you two are too big, you can’t” you whine, clawing against gojo’s chest. they were both drilling into you relentlessly, you couldn’t catch your breath as every second you were being double stuffed with dick. tears spring to your eyes, as you cry out in pleasure, grinding down against them trying to get as much as them as possible. 

“if only you could see how slutty our girl looks,” gojo says to geto, as he watches your head fall back, another moan escaping your lips. “her eyes are all glossed over, she’s fucking crying, all slutted out on our dicks right now.”

“is that so?” geto mutters, he forces himself into you deeper, his back hitching up against yours, his clench on your tits tightening as he inches himself in your pussy, his hips slapping against you. “she’s such a good slut, i knew she’d be able to take us well, and look she’s loving it, already creaming all over us, isn’t that baby?”

you nod, your hand coming up to hold geto’s head as he nestles into your neck. you were losing your train of thought, you wanted to tell them how good they felt, how their dicks rubbing against each other in you was all you needed for the rest of you life, but when you open your mouth all that can leave your lips is incoherent words and moans. 

both of them smile, watching as you come undone on their dicks. gojo gives geto a nod, and their hands trade places. gojos fingers coming back to your tits, rubbing and pushing them apart before lowering his head to your chest, nuzzling your boobs. gojo and geto were so close that some things between them didn’t need to be spoken, and they were so close to you that they knew your body in and out. they knew when to push and pull, and where to suck just to get you cumming their lap.

“i’m s-so close, i’m gonna cu—” you try and speak out, but your mind is too far gone for you to finish. their dicks slip out of you as your bounces become sloppy, the pleasure too much for you but geto forces you back muttering reassurance in your neck. and the sudden contact causes you to cum, you release all over both them, but they don’t stop their movements, their dicks driving into you still, pushing back in all the cum you were letting out.

“satoru, we gonna give our girl one final stuffing?” geto prompts, and gojo nods, they both give you one final push and you could feel your pussy stretch as their cum sprays your walls. you wail out, the tears streaming your face as your body jerks forward, feeling their dicks go limp inside of you as you all pant in pleasure.

“that was fucking amazing,” gojo praises, a blissful smile on his face as he leans back his head resting on his arms. you return his smile, your lips meeting his in a quick kiss, that he groans at as you pull away. you come off his dick slowly, all of your eyes staring at the ropes of cum that immediately spill out of your pussy as he unplugs you. 

geto turns your head to face him, his dick still lodged deeply inside of you, he pulls you into a long kiss, his mouth smothering yours. he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, roughly biting down on it before releasing you, his hand cupping your chin, forcing you to stare up at him “you’re mine, my pretty slutty mess.”

“um she’s ours,” gojo chimes in, but geto shrugs, not caring to listen to your other friend. geto, finally pulls you off his dick, and your pussy clenches around nothing, already missing the feeling of their dicks.

“you too always know to take good care of me,” you exhale, exhausted your pussy sore about being stretched open by the two of them. geto pulls you back into his original hold, leaning back against his chest, and your legs stretch over gojo’s lap. but this time instead of innocent gentle touches, geto’s hands lazily tug at your nipples, and gojo caresses your naked thighs, his fingers flicking at your clit every now and again.

“that’s what friends are for,” geto muses, pressing his lips against your cheek before saying, “now satoru, are you gonna press play on this shitty movie or what?”

AN: ight so there you have it my FIRST FIC of kinktober, what do you guys think I need to hear all your thoughts since Ooooof this took me so long to write. so I hope it is worth it. also if you see my bias towards geto during this then LOOK AWAY, im sorry gojo stans but im a geto lover foreverrr. but yeahhh lmk ur thoughts stay tuned for my other kink tober fics which WILL be on time I promise smooches.

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