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[purple-babygirl]

in the far corner of the forest IV

Pairing: Orc!Bucky Barnes x human!f!reader

Word Count: 6,540

Summary: For the longest time, the kingdom has used Bucky as their number one fighter, forcing him to win their wars for them. The only thing he asked for in return after he was done was that they give him a wife, and they did. They handed him the orphan he picked on a silver platter; it wasn't like anyone would miss her. It would've been perfect if she actually wanted to be there though.

Warnings: mentions of hand injury, idiots in love, feels, jealousy, racism against orcs, angry behaviour, shouting, fight gets slightly physical, bruised arm, crying, angst (i'm sorry). I think that's all.

A/N: good news result in long chapters. thank you from the bottom of my heart for everyone who has wished me good luck with my interview, you guys are angels. please enjoyxx💜💜

~

“You’re in love.”

“I’m what now!?” Bucky chuckled dismissively as he dropped his axe.

Bucky had spent half a day at home, refraining from going to work because of his hand’s condition, but as much as he loved staying home with her, he knew he wasn’t made to take a break.

So he thought he would visit, talk to Sam for a bit and maybe get some pent up ‘feelings’ out on some tree logs. His metal arm was still working just fine after all.

“I said, you’re in love with your human wife,” Sam repeated, smiling so warmly that Bucky wanted to smack him.

“I got her a few weeks ago.” Bucky shook his head in denial of the mere idea of him falling for anyone, let alone a human.

He did love Sam and Sarah, but that was it. They were the only humans he could tolerate. He hated the rest of them. Hell, he hated the human half of himself.

Bucky was just trying to make life easier for himself, that was all. He has been through enough conflicts and he didn’t need this in his marriage too. He deserved to live a normal life like everybody else.

Yes, he was courting her, and maybe he did constantly crave the feel of her body against his ever since she let him hug her the night of the injury, and he was definitely getting hopeful now that she hadn’t tried to run for a whole half day, but that didn’t mean he was in love! Did it?

“And now you’re in love with her.” Sam smirked, knowing how much it drove Bucky crazy that a female human had him on his knees for her love.

“Quit saying that!” Bucky stood up, ready to walk away from his annoying friend.

“Why does it make you so angry that you’re in lo—”

“Don’t,” Bucky warned him, eyes angry and glaring.

“—ve?”

“I am not in love with her, okay! She’s human! Plus, that girl drives me crazy! Do you know how many times I had to bring her back after she’d tried to run in the first two weeks? Five fucking times! That’s almost once every two days, Sam. And she only had one foot working!” Bucky ranted heatedly, desperate to negate his best friend’s theory.

Was he in love with her? And if Sam could see it, did that mean she could too?

“Well, why do you care to bring her back? Why not just let her run?” Sam shrugged, internally dying for Bucky to acknowledge his feelings.

“She could die out there! Humans are weak.”

“So?” Sam probed, intentionally ignoring Bucky’s remark about humans’ strength.

“So— so I signed all those things when she was offered to me. She can’t— I can’t—”

“You can’t?”

“I can’t let her get hurt,” Bucky admitted lowly, sitting down on a log with a loud sigh.

“Why does that make you so upset?” Sam dug deeper.

“Because I think you’re right. I think I might be in love with her.” Bucky rubbed his eye with his good hand, pushing his hair back angrily.

“And?”

“And she thinks I’m the devil.” Bucky’s face fell to his palms.

“Did she ever say that to you out loud?” Sam asked, touching the end of his sharpened blade.

“She doesn’t need to, Sam. I see it in her eyes every time I find her after she’d tried to run away.” Bucky’s voice was broken like his friend has never heard before.

“I thought you said everything was better after your injury?”

“Yeah, but that’s not gonna last forever.” Bucky gave a sad grin, “she’s soon gonna go back to seeing me the same as before.”

“Well, it’s up to you to change her mind, Buck.” Sam patted his friend’s shoulder, giving a squeeze.

Bucky sighed once more before getting up.

Sam was a human. A very handsome one with much less scars and non-icy skin. He would never understand. It would never work. She hated him.

He could continue trying, but it wouldn’t change anything of the way she felt about him and their marriage. She had told him time and time again how she felt about both.

“Going home already?”

“Yeah, I can’t miss the running away bit. It’s my favourite,” he sighed, Sam's laugh trailing behind him.

“Smile at her for a change.”

“Shut up.” I do smile at her. I only ever smile at her.

“Sarah loved the jam by the way!” Sam yelled.

“I’ll let her know!” Bucky yelled back before exhaling sadly.

Sam would never understand. Her taking pity on him those past couple of hours was nothing more than sympathy and likely even guilt.

Sam would never understand that of all the eyes in the world, it seems like Bucky has managed to fall for the only ones that knew how to hurt him, the eyes that would only look at him as a disgusting, frightening monster.

~

When Bucky got home, everything was creepily in place. His door was closed like he had left it and he actually had to use his key to open it for the first time in a while.

Stepping inside, the warm smell of roast chicken welcomed him back.

The house was warm because all the windows were actually shut, too. It was all so calm and homely; the orc was seriously worried.

And then he heard it: his human wife’s sweet voice, humming the melody of a song unfamiliar to him. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen.

Bucky carefully shut the door behind him, not wanting her peaceful mood to end so soon as he tried to take lighter steps to where she was.

Much to his dismay though, she needed something from the other side of the kitchen and when she turned around she saw Bucky and gasped, jumping embarrassingly high.

“You scared me!” She whined, holding a hand to her heart.

“Sorry.” Bucky smirked, entertained by how cute she looked when startled.

“Welcome home,” she mumbled with a bit-back grin, holding onto his forearms before getting on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Bucky’s cheek.

She never told him, but she was unbelievably thankful when he didn’t specify which type of kiss he expected weeks ago, and even more thankful when he didn’t object to her pecking his cheek before burying herself under the covers.

Life with Bucky has gotten undeniably familiar lately and leaving him was all of a sudden an idea that didn’t interest her as much as before.

Everything he was saying and doing has brought her closer to him without her even comprehending it.

As the days passed, she had realized running away was too exhausting, too risky, and for what? It wasn’t like she had a home to run to or a treasure buried somewhere or a lover worth escaping her orc for.

Her orc.

Hers.

A word she never felt the meaning of until the day Bucky made her his wife.

Bucky was the first and only one to present to her a taste of something she has never had: the feeling of exclusively owning things.

The smile that graced her face when she brushed her hair the first time with the brush Bucky got her was new and unprecedented.

Her brush, he called it.

Her shoes. Her chair. Her towel. Her clothes. Her books. Her side of the bed. Her cottage. Her kitchen.

And her husband.

Everything was brand new and completely hers.

Nothing was handed down to her, nothing was used before the minute her fingers had touched it. None of the things Bucky gifted her had previous owners, including him and his heart.

Most importantly, she didn’t have to share any of it with anybody.

“You’re home,” Bucky said, a surprised yet very happy smile lighting up his handsome features.

“I thought the wife was supposed to say that,” she replied playfully, going back to the bubbling pot.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at the good mood she seemed to be in. He was liking this.

He watched her sprinkle some black pepper into the soup as he came behind her.

She could feel the heat of his body surrounding her even when they weren’t touching and it had her heartbeat going crazy.

“Thank you, little human,” Bucky whispered, before he leaned down and pecked her cheek as well, his stubble and blunt tusks tickling her jaw.

She felt her whole body jolt with electricity at the simple graze of his lips and tusks on her skin as she closed her eyes.

Bucky left the kitchen and went to the bathroom but she was still hot as if his warmth never left her.

And when she opened her eyes and absentmindedly reached her fingertips to touch her cheek, she found herself smiling too.

What was happening to her? What was this foreign feeling lifting her off of her feet in the middle of the kitchen?

“Sam’s sister loved your strawberry jam by the way!” Bucky shouted to her from the bathroom, making her jump again before smiling to herself.

He didn’t use Sarah’s name on purpose, not wanting to ruin her happy mood as he had noticed how angry she got every time he would say it.

“I’ll make her more tomorrow!” She replied with a grin, proud of her hand’s work, her jealousy long forgotten after Bucky’s words of the night before.

After all, how could she be jealous when she was the one that Bucky was looking at like that?

~

When she finished setting up the table and Bucky didn’t come out of the bathroom, she got a little worried.

He never took too long during his showers, and now that he only had one arm to use, she thought he would cut his showers even shorter.

What if his wound was bleeding again and he didn’t want to tell her and was trying to fix it by himself inside the bathroom? She knew she should have stopped him from going to the yard!

“Bucky.” She knocked on the door softly, wanting to make sure he was okay.

“Yes, little human?” Bucky instantly opened the door for her.

And he looked like a dream.

Steam has surrounded him inside the bathroom, water drops from his still-wet hair dripping down his muscular, bare chest and for the first time since Bucky has been naked around her, she found herself looking at him. Actually looking.

Bucky’s chest was so broad, beefy and ribbed down to his abdomen. Scars of all sizes and shapes littered the beautiful, icy greyish skin, a reminder of the battles he had fought and all the sacrifices he had made.

Her heart clenched at the sight, a pang of sympathy coursing through her as she could only imagine the pain he must have had to endure.

Still, she found her hands tingling in curiosity, desperate to know what tracing the healed skin would feel like under her fingertips.

Bucky was a sight for sore eyes, a sight that both captivated and unnerved her, stirring a flurry of unfamiliar emotions in her chest that she struggled to contain.

She averted her gaze, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her at the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

“Are—” she chocked, her voice barely above a whisper as she coughed it out, “are you okay? You took a while.”

“Yeah, I’m just having a hard time drying up my hair with one arm,” Bucky reassured her, chuckling lightly at his dilemma as he let the towel around his neck drop.

He was completely oblivious to the way he just made her face burn up as her thoughts spiraled out of control.

“Come.” She took Bucky’s hand in hers, careful not to squeeze his palm, and led him outside to their bed.

It took Bucky a second to move his feet, but when he did, he felt like he was being carried on top of a cloud.

She felt herself drawn to him in a way she couldn’t quite explain, her heart pounding with a mixture of nervousness, curiosity and… desire. A new sensation was tingling all over her body, specifically in places she didn’t need to be tingling right now.

Positioning herself between his parted legs, she reached to take the towel from around Bucky’s neck.

His eyes watched her, surprise flickering in them as he realized what she was going to do, unable to believe what was happening.

Sensing her nervousness, Bucky offered her a reassuring, grateful smile, silently encouraging her to continue.

And as she began to carefully pat his damp hair dry, her touch tentative and her eyes focused, he felt warmth welling up inside him.

She couldn’t help but steal glances at his bare shoulder and chest, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the engrossing sight. It was a feeling unlike anything she has ever experienced before, her heart racing with unparalleled excitement.

The awkwardness of the situation began to fade bit by bit as she focused more on the task at hand, in its place growing an overwhelming sense of closeness and familiarity.

Bucky’s hair was so soft under her fingertips as she took the towel up and down the brown locks. She wished she had given herself a chance to touch it more before.

As she finished drying her orc’s hair, she met his gaze with a shy bite of her lip, her eyes sparkling with newfound confidence.

Bucky reached out to take her hands, his smile appreciative as his lips pressed a deep kiss on each palm, silently thanking her for her kindness and care.

~

“I didn’t know your cooking was so good. You surprise me every day,” Bucky praised, as she filled his mouth with more lentil soup, trying not to think of his conversation with Sam or the way his body was still on fire from the mere act of her drying his hair for him.

He couldn’t even believe she was feeding him after seeing him struggle to keep the food on his spoon using his left hand.

“All the girls at the orphanage know how to cook. They teach us all sorts of things and make us to be good housewives,” she replied, suddenly nostalgic of her days at the orphanage, curious to know how, where and when Bucky got the chance to see her back then.

Bucky didn’t say anything, busying his mouth with chewing some bread as his smile shrank.

She didn’t look happy. Why did she stay then? Was she planning on running away at night that day? Maybe she put something in the food?

“I’m glad you like your dinner though,” she said, breaking the thick silence with a soft smile as she fed the orc a piece of chicken.

“Why didn’t you try to leave today?” Bucky couldn’t hold back.

She was taken aback by his question. She thought he wanted her here.

Was he finally done? Did he want her out? Was he not going to look for her this time? Has Bucky given up on her? Was he going to leave her be had she gotten out today?

Most importantly, she didn’t know how to answer because it seemed like she was done running away from her new life with him, and she didn’t know if she could admit that.

“I– did you want me to?” She asked, her voice strained as she tried to hold in the tears.

“No! No, of course not!” He assured her quickly.

“Then?” She chewed on her lip.

“I don’t want you to stop running if it makes you feel alive,” Bucky told her, his blue eyes gushing with love he didn’t intend to show, “I’m willing to go to the ends of the earth to find you.”

“What?” She wasn’t expecting this at all, all the tingles she had hardly managed to shake off after drying Bucky’s wet hair coming back to attack her.

How were these words coming out of an orc! And why did they make her heart stutter in its beats?

“I love your fiery spirit and I’m afraid I’m killing it by keeping you here against your wishes. I never want to be the one to snuff your fire out.” Bucky admitted, eyes sincere as he watched her.

She just stared at him for a moment, stunned as her heart skipped yet another beat.

If he only knew that he was the one who had managed to bring this fiery personality to life.

Bucky respected her silence and went back to enjoying his dinner, not wanting to push her for a reply. She could take her time.

She kept staring at him in confusion for another minute before taking her almost untouched plate and getting up.

She almost ran to the kitchen with her hand on her heart.

What was going on with her? Her heart wasn’t seriously beating this loud for the orc. Could it be?

He sounded so selfless and spoke so gently like he has never before and she was overwhelmed.

His words were doing things to her that she has never felt before. What was wrong with her?

She knew she had caught herself staring at him without a shirt just minutes ago, maybe admiring his eyelashes as he slept in some early mornings, but she rendered it curiosity and nothing more.

She shook her head, her thoughts startling to her as she emptied her plate in the garbage and started washing it vigorously.

Bucky no longer had an appetite, sighing at her reaction.

He told himself he could understand, but it was still hurtful the way she jumped out of her chair.

He left his plate on the table, not wanting to invade her privacy by going to the kitchen before leaving the cottage altogether.

He probably shouldn’t have said anything.

~

She revisited the subject the same afternoon though, not wanting there to be any misunderstandings between her and Bucky. Not any longer.

“I don’t wanna leave anymore,” she admitted timidly, making Bucky’s smile betray him and his usual frowning.

“But I don’t like being locked away in here all day either,” she said carefully, scared to upset him.

“Where do you wanna go? The forest is dangerous, little human.” Bucky was back to frowning at the thought of anything bad happening to her again.

It was torture for him when her foot was still healing and he was the most relieved when it finally did. He couldn’t just let her roam around when she didn’t know the area.

“Take me out when you come back from work maybe? Or even on your day off,” she suggested, desperate to see the world.

“And go where?”

“Anywhere. We can walk around the woods before it gets dark, you could show me your shop, I could meet Sam? Or we could even go to the market!” She suggested eagerly.

She has been locked up for so long and she didn’t want to continue her life like this.

Bucky actually thought about it and he didn’t hate the idea. Taking her out with him would ensure her safety. He would be by her side and he would protect her. He also liked the thought of taking her out and properly courting her even if she didn’t know that that was what he was doing.

He said he didn’t want to kill her spirit by keeping her in here and she gave him the solution.

“Okay.” Bucky nodded at her with a smile.

“Okay?” She exclaimed happily, not believing Bucky would actually take her out to see around.

“Okay.” He nodded again reassuringly, her happiness making him laugh.

“Well, don’t you have tomorrow off?” She asked suggestively, gesturing to his hand.

Bucky laughed, nodding, “put your shoes on.”

“Thank you, Bucky.” She involuntarily gave his healing hand a squeeze, kissing his cheek before running to get her shoes.

Bucky swallowed hard, hoping he would be able to hold himself together and not completely melt under her sweet company.

“You’ve got to promise me though,” he said.

She looked at him questioningly as she slipped one foot into a shoe.

“No running away, little human.”

“No running away. Promise.” She promised, shaking her head with a shy smile.

Bucky smiled big, taking her smaller hand in his as she grabbed her basket in the other, ready to browse the market with her husband.

Her husband. That was starting to sound unquestionably comforting.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“What?” She tilted her head with a grin.

“You owe me a kiss,” Bucky said, his tone serious.

“No, I don’t! If anything, I just gave you an extra kiss!”

“Yes, you do. From that morning. You’re still one kiss behind!”

“I just made up for it!”

“Doesn’t count. That one covers the night before.” Bucky shrugged, a smile etched on his lips.

“Okay, fine.” She kissed Bucky’s cheek, “stop going around saying other girls’ names though.”

Bucky laughed, “I only know one!”

“Still too many,” she whispered under her breath, but Bucky heard it, smiling from ear to ear as he took his hand in hers, taking the right path out of the woods. ~ It was a beautiful afternoon, full of warm sunshine and fruitful deals. She has got some pretty good stuff for really good prices.

She couldn’t believe Bucky actually gave her pocket money.

He didn’t want her to have to ask him for money every time something caught her eye. He wanted her independent, fulfilled and brave as she bought herself whatever her heart desired.

Her heart was so full and her smile was inerasable.

Bucky didn’t let go of her hand all day and she actually liked it so much that she never complained. The feel of his calloused skin against her soft palm wasn’t like anything she has felt before.

She didn’t want to let go of his hand even while looking at the different stands and booths at the market.

But she eventually liked the flower stand too much and told Bucky she would take a look at them while he continued buying them the fruits he was picking.

“Good afteroon,” a smooth voice interrupted her admiration of the potted plants before her, making her look up for a second.

“Good afternoon.” She smiled coyly.

“Any favorites?” The handsome man inside the booth asked her.

“All of them,” she giggled softly, the sound catching Bucky’s ears at once.

The man laughed back, “okay, I think I have something special for you. How about this one?” He brought her a purple flower from the batch hidden behind him inside the booth.

“Oh, how beautiful! What is this one?” She wondered, amazement sparkling in her eyes at the sight of the pretty petals.

“That is a Globemaster Allium. Pretty, isn’t she?” He asked, staring at her desirously as she looked at the flower.

“Yes, she’s stunning!”

“I’m Cole by the way—”

She heard Bucky clear his throat next to her and looked up at once, the innocent awe in her eyes softening the orc a little.

“Look, Bucky! Isn’t this the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” She pointed to the flower pot excitedly.

Bucky leaned in, his frown scaring her a little, her breath hitching when his lips tickled the shell of her ear, “no, little human, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She chocked on her own saliva, hiding her hot face with her hand as she coughed, “Bucky!” She whined with a shy smile.

Where did that come from!

“Let’s go,” Bucky said with a nod of his head, eyes stern as he glared at Cole.

“Can—” She held his wrist, “can I have it?” She asked softly, gesturing to the flower pot.

Bucky wanted to say no. He didn’t want her to have this farmer’s flower. But he couldn’t say no to those hopeful, beautiful eyes of hers.

“Fine.” He watched her get the money out of her pocket and she smiled gratefully as she almost set them down on Cole’s counter.

“It’s on the house,” Cole said, still smiling dreamily at her.

She could all but swallow as she gave a polite smile back before looking up at Bucky for help.

“Take your goddamn money.” Bucky made a quick job of paying for the flower, taking the money from her and slamming it on the counter, making the whole booth shake.

He quickly took his wife home, deciding that was enough socialization for the both of them for the day.

She wasn’t going to lie, she was loving jealousy on her orc. It felt so intoxicating to have someone love her so much that he was jealous of other men talking to her.

She wouldn’t tell Bucky, but she would probably spend the nights of the next week smiling at the wall every time she remembered how he held her hand back home just a little bit tighter that day.

Her own heart was running wild at the sight of the orc now and she didn’t want it any other way.

~

“Now you know how it feels,” she teased with a smile as they were getting ready for bed.

Bucky couldn’t let it go, talking about how they were never going to stop by that farmer’s flower booth ever again.

“That’s not the same! I was never into Sarah! But that man was openly ogling you!” Bucky grumbled, his frown digging deep into the skin of his forehead.

“He was just being nice, trying to sell his flowers,” she laughed, upsetting Bucky even more.

How couldn’t she see it? The guy was all over her!

“He was flirting and you were all giggles and blushes.” Bucky copied her, going to the bed and burying himself under the covers, facing the wall.

He understood now why she had done that.

“Hey, that’s my spot!” She joked, not knowing if Bucky was being serious.

“Not tonight,” he murmured from underneath the covers.

“Bucky,” she whined, uncovering her orc’s face.

Bucky didn’t reply, pushing himself closer to the wall.

She tried to bring him on his back by the shoulder like he so easily did her a couple of night ago, but he was too strong for her and his body wouldn’t budge.

She huffed, “okay, you left me no choice.”

Bucky remained still, wanting to see what she meant by that as he felt her shift behind him.

Before he knew it, she was on top of his bicep, trying to slot herself between his body and the wall.

“What on earth—”

“You started it, Bucky!” She said, voice determined as she kept pushing, trying to squeeze herself in the small space accessible.

Bucky looked at her in amusement for a second before moving back, making her body drop as larger space became available.

She landed with the tiniest “ouff” on the mattress, facing Bucky on her side with her back to the wall, its coolness helping soothe the heat rising to the surface of her skin.

That was the closest she had been to Bucky since their hug the night of his injury, face to face as his passionate sapphire eyes watched hers.

“Hi,” she whispered, heart in her throat.

“Hi,” Bucky replied with a charming smile, smoothing some of her ruffled strands back in place.

She stared at the orc’s eyes, not the slightest bit scared of the fact that she was trapped against the wall by his huge body.

“You’re not the only one who wants to be loyal to this marriage, Bucky,” she said, surprising Bucky and herself, “I don’t want the farmer. I don’t want anyone else.” but you.

Bucky smiled in disbelief, taken aback by her words, and she took it as permission to move closer to his chest. He instinctively wrapped her up in a protective hug, wondering how he was able to hold himself back from kissing her.

She pushed her face into her orc’s chest, his scent and warmth engulfing her into a protective bubble.

She couldn’t believe she said the words she has just said and it made her bury her burning face deeper in Bucky’s arms.

He could only hug her tighter, his nose in her sweet-smelling hair as his smile grew bigger.

This moment right there was everything Bucky has ever wished for. He could die a happy orc right then and there.

~

It became a habit for them to go out to the village on Bucky’s day off. They were both having a great time, getting closer and falling harder.

Cole hasn’t spoken to her again after learning that the snow orc was actually her husband, and she respected Bucky’s feelings and never approached Cole’s booth no matter how pretty the plants on his stand were.

Market outings were their thing now and she wasn’t going to let anything ruin that.

She didn’t want anyone else’s attention but Bucky’s anyway. His hand has almost fully healed and she could now squeeze it all she wanted whenever she got excited about anything they encountered.

One thing did occur that annoyed her though and that was the way the jewelry lady would look at her every time she and Bucky would pass by. The woman had so much pity in her eyes when she saw her hand in an orc’s and she hated it.

She despised the way people misjudged her orc when he was far better than any human man she could’ve ever ended up with.

Yet, the lady kept giving her those pitiful looks, probably thinking Bucky had enslaved her or something.

But enough was enough.

When Bucky was busy looking at the knives, she made her way to the jewelry lady, determined to put an end to the ridiculousness.

“He is my husband,” she sternly told the lady in the jewelry stand, taking the chance that Bucky wasn’t listening.

“Oh.” The lady quickly gave a kind smile, turning from concerned about her to happy for her, “I apologize for misjudging you, dear. I was only worried about you. We’ve all heard stories about him.”

“Well, that’s all they are. Stories.” She ferociously defended, her eyes still stern.

“I’m sorry,” the woman sincerely expressed her regret, squeezing her hand.

She nodded with a small smile, accepting the older woman’s apology.

“I don’t see a ring on your hand.” The jewelry lady gestured to the collection of rings in her glass box with a wink.

“Oh.”

The sentence caught Bucky’s ears as he turned away to look at her embarrassed face.

“We didn’t get time to buy one. It all happened so quickly,” she explained awkwardly and Bucky’s expression fell.

“I have a pretty collection if you wanna take a look, and don’t worry about the price,” the older lady suggested kindly.

“No, it’s okay—”

“Choose what you like, sweet thing,” Bucky whispered to her, immediately by her side when he saw her eyes skimming over the jewelry, “I’m sorry I’m not familiar with the human marriage traditions. I should’ve gotten you one sooner.”

“It’s okay, Bucky. You don’t have to,” she reassured with a tender smile.

She didn’t need a ring to know that she was Bucky’s.

“I want to. I want you to wear my ring, little human.” Bucky raised her hands to his lips, placing the softest kisses on her each finger.

Her heart surged as a shy smile spread on her lips, heat rising to her cheeks.

“Okay.” She nodded happily, feeling like she was in a dream and she never wanted to wake up.

Though very expensive, Bucky ended up buying her the ring she chose. It was the prettiest gold ring with a moss agate blue diamond.

She tried to talk him out of it, wanting to pick something cheaper, but Bucky wouldn’t have it.

She has never felt as special as she felt with Bucky’s ring on her finger. It was the prettiest thing from the most handsome orc.

And in that very moment, she was the happiest that she trusted her gut; that she gave Bucky, and herself a chance for this marriage to be something more than a contractual deal.

Bucky couldn’t believe she has finally let him make her his. When he slipped that ring on her tiny finger, he felt like he was king of the world.

While walking back to their cottage, a new dream got unlocked inside of her, one that included her and Bucky and their very own little stand in the market.

“Can we stop by the shop before we go home?” She asked tentatively.

“Sure, why? Did you forget something there yesterday?”

She has been to the shop a couple of times, curious to meet the important people in Bucky’s life and possibly have friends of her own, too.

“No, just wanna show Sarah the ring,” she said, a shy smile lighting up her happy face.

Bucky brought her hand to his lips, kissing her ring finger this time, “to the shop it is.”

~

Everything was going amazingly and she wished with all her heart that it would stay that way, but unfortunately, the very next day was a day for another fight that none of them saw coming.

Bucky still hasn’t recovered from her little stunt a few weeks ago and today he came back to find the cottage empty again.

He should have locked the door. He shouldn’t have trusted that a ring on her finger might stop her old habits or give her a magical change of heart.

What about all the small moments she had shared? Did those mean nothing to her?

Bucky’s anger and feeling of betrayal wiped away everything nice that had happened between the two of them, only remembering that she never wanted to be here in the very first place.

“Why are you so adamant about making me lose my mind?” Bucky asked, pushing her inside and slamming the door behind them.

“I’m not! Would you just listen?!” She yelled back, startled by the harsh treatment.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Bucky shouted as if he didn’t hear her.

“I was just—”

“Wandering through the forest alone is dangerous, I’ve told you time and again, and yet you keep doing it!”

“Would you listen to me?!” 

“No! You acted like you would stop running, so what changed?!” Bucky threw his big arms in the air, making her take a step back.

Bucky looked bigger than he usually did when he was livid like that.

“I wasn’t running!” She repeated, her voice tinged with anger of her own at the distrust.

“Stop lying!” Bucky growled, roughly grabbing her by the arm.

“I’m not lying,” she insisted as she tried not to wince at the way Bucky held her forearm, her jaw clenched defiantly.

“Then what were you doing up the hill, huh?” Bucky unconsciously squeezed her arm harder.

“You’re hurting me.” She tried to pull away, but Bucky wouldn’t release her.

“You think you’re the only one who has fucking feelings?” Bucky shook her in his hold, unintentionally bruising her further.

She cried out but it fell on deaf ears, “Bucky, let me go!”

“Do you think what you do doesn’t affect me just because I’m not a goddamn human?!” He forced her closer, making her tears fall as he barked in her face.

His words hung heavy in the air, echoing through the spacious room.

“Bucky, please,” she tried again, not wanting to fight anymore.

Bucky finally listened, suddenly shocked at his actions as he let her arm go.

It’s been so long since he had made her cry and he just ruined everything good he had worked on building with her.

She just stood there, whimpering in pain as she held her arm to her chest.

Bucky watched her roll the sleeve of her winter dress up to look at her arm and there they were: thick fingerprints on her flesh.

“I— I’m sorry,” he whispered, trying to get closer to look at her arm, swallowing hard.

To his surprise, she let him.

“I’m sorry, little human.” Bucky wiped a few of her tears away, regret evident in his voice.

“I wasn’t running,” she repeated, pushing her hands in the pockets of her dress, “I was collecting berries to decorate the cake I made earlier.” She pulled handfuls of now ruined wild strawberries, raspberries and blackberries out of her pockets and dropped them on the wooden table for him to see.

She left Bucky alone to stare at the berries and went to the kitchen.

And boy did he stare.

He felt so stupid and ashamed at the way he had reacted. He just hurt her and she wasn’t even trying to leave. He wouldn’t let her explain either and had unjustly judged her.

She got out a cold water bottle from the fridge, pushing it to her bruised arm.

Bucky walked into the kitchen, shame branded on his face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, not knowing what to do to correct his mistake.

“What do you think?!” She irritably snapped at him, waving her bruised arm in the air.

“I just wanted to help!” Bucky barked back.

“Well, I don’t want your help!” She shouted.

“Fine! Don’t want it!” Bucky walked out, his feet stomping on the wooden floors.

He stormed out of the cottage, violently slamming the door behind him.

Bucky then realized what he has just done and how he had made the situation even worse. He kicked a rock so hard he was sure it flew to the other side of the forest as he saw birds flying disruptively.

“Damn it!” He yelled out loud, slamming his fist to the door, making her flinch inside the cottage.

The fight between the orc’s rough exterior and his rather tender feelings for her was torturing Bucky. What he meant to show was that he cared about her and was worried for her, but instead he’d done what he’d done.

She, on the other side of the wall, irately got out of the kitchen with the trash bin and swept the berries from the table, throwing them in the garbage.

When Bucky got inside again, she was cleaning the stain of the berries from the table, her features still twisted in a frown.

He opened his mouth, trying to think of anything he could say to fix this, but nothing came out. With a sigh, he left the cottage once more, leaving her all alone.

She sat down with a huff, throwing the cloth in her hand across the room.

She let her tears run in frustration.

It was supposed to be a peaceful night where they enjoyed a delightful desert that she has worked hard on making and was going to work hard on decorating.

She was trying to start a life with him. Why did he have to ruin it like that? She wasn’t running. How could she make him believe her?

She desperately wanted, needed Bucky to trust her.

She cried harder, feeling helpless in the face of her orc’s rage as her heart clenched at the thought of a happiness gone so soon.

Part V

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[deadgirlkisses]

guess who's out of the shackles of writer's block? yup, me! anyway. this came to me randomly after seeing a tiktok based off of this career so yeah have thisヾ(•ω•`)o

cw: this can be read as either miles 1610! or miles 42!, black and fem reader, idk tbh but this has been proofread idk how many times :(, a shoutout to the line of work mentioned!

thinking about being miles' pinkish wifey, adorned in the cutest charms and fits, aromatized in the sweetly scented perfumes, and him being her supporter, always praising her for everything she could do, academics, hobbies, even with his hair ♡

ever since he found out about you being able to braid, retwist and do styles on his hair type, he was in love. what he didn't expect was the fact that you could literally cut & style hair. you were a female barber that got to cut hair for a few extra bucks spent on some lip glosses!

instead of hitting up his neighbouring barber shop in brooklyn, he calls you up, eager to know whether your free to hang out. it's a good time too since you've been noticing the way his hair's been growing out and wanted to do a lil' tweak on it.

" you see how it is right now? " " you're hair's grown since last time, omg! " " mmh, i know, i really wanna cut it but i don't know how i want it " " want me to do it for you? " " suena bien. adelante, princesa "

( " sounds good. go ahead, princess " )

meeting with him was always easy, you taking a quick stroll as you listened to some music, or him coming over to yours really quickly since he didn't want to keep you waiting. but this time, you had invited him over to yours to do the style you had seen as best for him.

he reaches to your home, reaching your bedroom, he sat on your reclinable chair he oh so loved and as comfortable as he needed while you laid your rilakkuma shoal on him, getting ready to make a skin line for the guidelines using your trimmer as you two talked about all the most random topics out there.

" i got the new jordan's but they were so expensive and for what, like, what else must a girl have to suffer from :( " " they look dumb as hell, i like mine better " " i'll shave your ear off, i know you're just saying that cuz you wanted us to match " " me conoces demasiado bien "

( " you know me too well " )

as you shaved and styled his hair, he watched in your mirror as it had come out elegantly, a perfect afro taper fade that accentuated his face too well, his confidence increasing a tenfold, thinking it was done until he saw your face, scrunched up and concentrated. he left himself on that seat as he saw you continue working on the back of his head, what were you doing?

" ¿qué haces ahí, mami? " " a lil' something, no worries, it looks good, you'll see ♡ "

( " what you doing there, mami? " )

you brush his head for any hair that hadn't moved off his head as you're nails slightly brushed past his skin until you finally remove the shoal, allowing him to freely stand up. while you clean your equipment, he takes out his phone, immediately going to his camera and letting his back face the mirror as he records his movements only to find himself shocked while watching the video back.

there it was, trimmed away, a cute design connecting with an initial that he quickly realised had been from your name, ended off with a heart. looking at you, he watched in adoration, his girlfriend, showing everyone he's hers without having to physically be there with him to show really got him, it got him good.

" you like it, love? " " so that's what you were doing at the back of my head, huh? " " it looks adorable doesn't it? " " se ve bien, pero se ve mejor con su nombre en ella ♡ "

( '' it looks good, but it looks better with your name on it ♡ " )

-xoxo, rue ♡

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

With you -Pedri González

Please, tell me you guys didn't forgot about this little thing over here because I didn't, this is the little "blurb" an anon asked me for and yes, I took a long time to do it but I couldn't get anything for this. Anyways, hope you enjoy it, guys!

Summary: Your love connection goes beyond everything and you two know it

"Do you really have to go?" He asked laid on the bed watching you pack clothes for four days, you were asked to go to this art exhibition that was being held in Madrid, it would benefit a lot on your scolarship, it was something serious and something big for you.

"Well, yes. I hope after graduating, work in Barcelona's art gallery"

"You don't need to work, mi vida" You roll your eyes

"I do need to" You replied softly looking at him

"You don't! I make enough for the both of us, our future kids and even their kids!" He replied as you looked at him with a smile

"Out future kids sounds good"

"Don't change the subject" You giggle

"It'll be four days, they'll pass quickly, amor. You'll see" You leaned over and kissed his pouty lips

But two days without your presence were enough for Pedri to go madly crazy, he swore your pillow had lost your lovely scent a mix of vainilla and your favorite perfume, that he couldn't get enough of and the fact his bananas laid untouched on the dinner table, meaning you hadn't tried to sneak behind them and eat a few ones.

Pedri groaned thinking of a solution. And he stopped feeling lonely when he found one.

You were currently greeting the judges that were going to qualify you, along with your profesora, Julia, if you were or not capable of directing a gallery as big as this one, it was your last semester in Uni and you were halfway done with your internships, this being one of them and you needed to give your everything at 100% to be fully accepted.

You were nervous, you had facetimed Pedri who reassured you everything would be alright and that you will smash it but you felt like vomiting at the moment you stepped a foot inside the place.

After a lot of battle and thinking, you had decided to put a navy blue dress with a not so long V cut and beige stilettos along with your hair down.

"Te ves divina" Pedri had said "Wish I could be there"

You wished that too.

After some words from the owners of the place, the judges and your profesora, the event started.

You were pretty busy explaining the technique of the paintings, the hidden emotions and the history behind the paints to everyone who got close to you and asked for your help.

"Señorita, disculpe. ¿Podría decirme el nombre de esta pintura?" (Miss, excuse me. Could you please tell me the name of this paint?) You heard his voice, the deep Canarian accent that made you smile, you turned around smiling and saw him.

Pedro was standing in front of you, with a smile on his handsome face, he was dressed in a suit, a view you don't get to see many times and that you loved it.

"What are you doing, amor?"

"Couldn't stand being far from you" You smiled

"You're whipped, young man"

"I'm in love, which is different" He corrected "I hate it when one of us has to leave and I love when we're together" You smiled "Besides, I'm injured and staring at Fer's ugly face isn't the same as staring at your pretty one" You blush giggling "Te ves hermosa por cierto" He said

"Thank you, you look pretty handsome too" You stared at each other for a few seconds, smiling you shook your head "Which paint did you said?"

"Anyone you want, I said that to grab your attention to be honest" You both chuckle as you grab his hand guiding him to your favorite paint

You told him everything you loved on the paint, the type of painting and like you were doing before, explaining every little detail of it.

"You can buy this?" You nod

"You can"

"And would you like this one in our house?" You smiled at him

"It would look great, yes. You don't need to tho" You shook your head "These are really expensive and I don't want you to-" He cut you off by kissing your lips lovingly. You smiled into the kiss letting yourself fall into his charm

"Y/N?" You heard your profesora's voice

"Miss Julia" You smiled lightly "Mhm... This is my boyfriend, Pedro González" You introduced him as she smiled "Pepi, amor, she's my profesora Julia Andrade" They nod before shaking hands lightly

"Surprise seeing you here, Y/N told me she would come alone"

"Yes, she did, but I missed her a lot and I also wanted to be here for her since it's such a big thing for her and hopefully her career"

"That's really nice" She cooded a bit "Fan of art?"

"Not that much to be honest"

"Opposites attracts"

"A lot" Pedri said making you chuckle

"Feeling proud of her? She's doing an amazing job like always" Pedro nodded

"One hundred percent, she's amazing, smart and passionated, I knew she would smash this"

"I still don't know that"

"No, he's right. The judges are blown away by you, Y/N. They're talking about wanting you in Madrid and Barcelona for the two biggest arts museum's in each. I'm extremely happy and proud of you, my dear" You laughed in disbelief

"Really?" She nods

"I would let you get away with it as a celebration gift but I think that may be up for later, you're being requested for one of the judges to talk about your experience here" And with that she left you two alone

You turned to Pedri who was already looking at you

"Éxitos preciosa" He said kissing your lips "I'll be here cheering you on, te quiero"

"Que te como la cara, te quiero" You smiled kissing him repeatedly

"Let's save that for later, go and do your thing"

"You won't leave?"

"¿Pa' dónde me iría? My place is with you. You're my everything" He kissed you once more "Venga, va. Go, smash, end with your night with a golden brooch and let's go to the hotel so we can have your celebration" You smiled nodding leaning up to kiss him once more

"You're definitely my person, amor"

"Well, I know that already" You both laughed "but you're also mine"

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[gyll-yee-haw]

babysitting with detective Loki, readers sister maybe, and Loki gets total baby fever (possibly self projecting 🤭) even though he was convinced he was never gonna have children

Today is dad!David day, you guys have ruined my life, I love you for it <3

Warnings: 90% fluff, but a little breeding kink in the end, couldn't help it 😭

Imagine it's the first time in weeks Dave has a break from work and you get a call from your sister BEGGING you to take care of his daughter because she has something to do

You love your niece, but you feel so sorry for David, you don't get much time alone with him

You apologize a million times, but he assures you it's okay, that he isn't upset

It's not that he isn't good with kids, it's just that he doesn't really have a family, so he never really interacted with one...

When the toddler arrives at your house, he's so awkward towards her

Because, let's be real, children KNOW exactly who is dying to be left alone and they're ALWAYS drawn to that person

She starts by just looking at him from afar like "why isn't this man giving me attention"

They have a little staring contest, both absolutely unaware of each other's intentions

She starts to approach him slowly, like... bringing her toys closer etc

When you see, she's almost sitting on his boots, absolutely determined to get him to play with her

She's shyly handing him her toys, which he examines like its alien material

You're watching the interaction and it's hilarious, feels like David is learning human behavior

He keeps a very hard to read expression on

But you knew he wasn't... hating it

At some point he starts speaking with the little girl

And she laughs at everything he says

Oh man, it was almost like you could see the sunshine invade his heart when he heard that little laugh

He's very attentive now. Watching as you feed her, almost like he's trying to learn what a child eats

And after lunch break, she gets all whiny, crying and David is trying to keep it cool, but he's terrified

You calm him down by telling him she's just sleepy

He disappears for a while

You find him in the living room, looking for cartoons on tv

You and your niece join him and he asks: "do you like this one?"

His face of pure betrayal when she says no

He keeps looking

The answer is always no

My man is losing his mind when he hears you whisper "Dave..."

And when he turns to look, the little girl is heavily asleep on the sofa

He sighs, relieved

"You don't have to worry that much" You chuckled

"Was just trying to make her happy." He shrugged. Deep down, he didn't know why he was so worried. He was just a little overwhelmed with new feelings...

When your sister picked your niece up, he felt the kind of "my work here is done" relief

But he also felt kinda good about it all... house felt a little empty now

Later that night, the two of you were snuggling on the sofa, watching tv, but his mind was somewhere else

Never for second before that day he thought about the possibility of taking care of a child

But it wasn't that bad? And he kinda liked seeing how you interacted with your niece.... you looked so happy and so.... he couldn't explain, there was some kind of glow

"Y/N?" He gathered the courage to speak. "Do you think... you'd like to have children someday?"

You almost chocked. "What?"

"I don't know... just thought... I would have them, if it would make you happy." He shrugged

"Make me happy?" You teased. "Sounds like you're the one who wants them."

"I thought I didn't, but..." He sighed. "Well, you're right, it's a stupid idea, it's not for me."

"Dave... I didn't say it was a stupid idea." You turned to face him. "You deserve a family. And all the love in the world. I'm just teasing you."

He chuckled, looking at the floor lost in his thoughts

"It's just... a big step, you know." You continued. "We have to think about it. But I... I would be lying if I said I don't want to have children with you."

His face immediately lighted up. He was one to hide his feelings, but he was very vulnerable now. He couldn't believe you actually thought he could be a good dad

"Yeah... in the future. We'll see." He cleared his throat

The two of you acted like the idea was forgotten from that moment, but it really wasn't

David accidentally developed a breeding kink

Because every time you had sex, he only ever wanted to cum inside

And every single time he imagined you getting pregnant

And sometimes imagining you getting pregnant was what initiated the whole thing, because it got him so fucking hard

Yeah, maybe the future couldn't wait very much.

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[nymphoheretic]

˜”°•.˜”°• Can I go deeper? •°”˜.•°”˜

Synopsis: Its you and Izuku's first time and your shy little virgin of a boyfriend gets completely pussy drunk.

Warnings: Pussydrunk!Virgin!Deku, semi-rough sex, cervix kissing, overstimulation, fingering, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), spitting, light choking, praise, pet names (baby, baby doll, princess)

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!reader

Requester: @myalbedo

The request: hi nymph! for your event could i maybe request having sex with virgin!Deku from MHA who fucks you for the very first time and fucks you rough and overstimulates you? Maybe he just can’t get enough of how good your pussy feels and just loses control and fucks you over and over again till your babbling and crying like fucked out whore.

A/N: Z, this request was so hot! Thank you for my first Deku request! I hope I did him justice and that I fulfilled your request the way you wanted! Thank you for participating!

Edit: This is a repost from my other account that has been flagged/ soft banned. Reblogs, likes (within reason), and comments are appreciated

Small taglist: @tokyometronetwork @babiefwuit @stygianoir @bakugosbratx @sailewhoremoon @bookandyarndragon

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

You and Deku had been dating for a few months now and everything was perfect. Izuku was a kind and loving boyfriend who cherished everything you did. It didn’t take long for you to fall in love with him and want to take that next big step with him. You had done everything but sex with Izuku.

Leaning in you kissed him slowly, running your tongue along his bottom lip as your hands came up to grip his curly dark green hair. You gently nibble on his lip as you pull away. “I’m sure, ‘zuku.” You whisper against his mouth, your breath coming out in little pants. You wanted him and wanted him badly.

“But…” he looks away, his cheeks flushing crimson. He shook his head when you asked him to turn back towards you. Deku was hiding something from you. Something that he thought you would laugh at him about. Here he was. The number one Pro-Hero. A virgin at twenty-eight years old. “Baby…’ve never done this before…”

You blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “Izu…you…you’re still a virgin?” You cup his cheek when he nodded shyly, covering his hard on that your kiss caused. “Look at me, ‘zuku.” Smiling when he turns those gorgeous green eyes back up to you, you rub your thumb over the cluster of freckles on his cheek. “I am too, Izu. We can learn together.”

Deku’s eyes widened as he looked at you. His confident girlfriend was still a virgin? “But…everything we’ve done up until now. You knew so much more about it than me. I was just following your lead.” He frowns when you laugh at him. “Don’t laugh at me, brat!” He tackles you to the bed, pinning your arms above your head. Gazing deeply into your eyes, Deku cups your face, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. He stares intently at your mouth as he inched his thumb closer, pushing at our lips until you open for him. Izuku slid his thumb over your tongue, coating it with your saliva.

He feels his cock twitching in his pants when you let out a soft moan. His eyes took on a lustful gleam. Deku needed to be inside you, desperately so. Taking his hand away from your face, his used your saliva to flick circles at your clit with his thumb to work you open for him. Green eyes darken even further as you begin to squirm around in his hold as he pressed your wrists deeper against the mattress. “Stop squirming, baby doll.” Deku orders softly as he pushes two thick fingers into your slick, puffy folds.

Your back arches off the bed from the sudden fullness his fingers provided, spearing through your gummy walls and reaching parts of you that you could never reach. “Izu…” you cry, tugging at your wrists to free yourself. “s’too much…” You could feel a burning heat throbbing low in your feels as he stroked his fingers in and out at a fast pace. The wet, sticky sounds of your pussy filling the room.

“Not yet.” Izuku coos softly, eyes never leaving your face as he watches the blissed out expressions flash over your face as he pleasured you. “Just look at you. Getting so wet and all for me.” He scissors his fingers within you to help stretch you out in preparation for his cock. Deku leans in and kisses your agape mouth, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth. He licked the inside of your mouth, moaning softly at the taste of you on his tongue. “Mmph…” a low groan left him as he picked up the speed and intensity of his thrusting fingers.

Your moans were muffled by his kiss as he swallowed your cries. You could feel your walls clenching around his thick fingers and your hands clawed at your palms, cousin crescents in your flesh. You managed to break away from his lips as your chest heaves and cunt spasms. “M’cumming, Izu! Izu, oh god, m’cumming.”

Deku looks down at his thrusting fingers just in time to watch you cream over them, rings of white coating his digits. His thumb rests on you clit, circling it as he tries to get the most out of our orgasm. “Y’did so good f’me, babydoll.” He coos, “Cumming so hard. And all for me?” He slows his fingers down and places them into his mouth to savor the sweetness of your cream.

He then hooks the thumb of his other fingers and opens your mouth to spit the messy contents of his mouth onto your tongue. “Be a good girl and swallow that for me, will you.” Deku’s eyes never leave your face as he watches your throat bob as you swallow his hot saliva. A groan leaves him as his dick twitches once more. Palming himself through his slacks, Izuku wasted no time undoing the strings that held them up as they fell down his hips. His cock sprung out, hitting his stomach before the sheer weight of his fat, thick girth cause it to droop against his thigh.

Wrapping his hand around the base and giving it a firm stroke, a shudder goes down your boyfriend’s spine as he stares at your little clenching hole. The same hole that was swallowing his fingers not too long ago and was about to swallow his cock. Lining up this fat tip with your hole, Izuku watches as he slowly pushes inside. "Oh fuck…" He never knew how soft, warm, wet, and snug it would feel.

The tip was barely inside when he felt his knees buckle. Deku needed more. He needed to fuck you deeper. He needed more of that feeling. Peering up at you through his thick lashes, he pleads. "Can I go deeper?" His hands were already pushing your legs to your chest as he folds you in half, his dick already pulsing at the mere sight of you.

Izuku couldn't wait any longer as he began thrusting deeper, faster, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. He couldn’t stop. It felt too good and the sounds of you screaming his name only stirred the beast inside. "Feels so good. You feel so good around me, baby doll." He coos, leaning down to kiss you, muddling your cries.

Tears of pleasure burn at your eyes as your boyfriend stretched you out on his cock. The intensity of it was almost too much. "Izu! Izu…!" His name fell from your lips in broken babbles as that tight ball of heat builds back up quickly. Too quickly. You had just cum not even five minutes ago. "s'too much! Deku!"

If he heard you, he ignored you as he continued his rough fucking, hips slamming into yours as he eyes screwed shut, sweat beading at his brow. Izuku was lost in the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock, hugging it so perfectly. He pushed even deeper, the tip bullying against your cervix and making you squeal out as that heated cord snapped and a clear jet of liquid squirts out of you.

Deku opens his eyes at the feeling of something wet dripping down his cock and balls. "Did I…fuck…" He cursed as he realized he just fucking made you squirt. On his first time in pussy, he made you squirt over his cock. And he wants to make you do it again until he is satisfied.

His thumb comes to swirl over your clit as he snaps his hips harder against yours to try to make you squirt for him again. "I know you have another one in there for me, princess." Izuku coos, the softness in his voice betraying the brutal force of his fucking. He watches as tears formed on your lashes as you were reduced to a panting babbling mess on his cock. "Just do it one more time for me, baby."

His thumb was relentless on your throbbing, puffy little clit and your body jolted under his touch as you try to squirm away from it. Izuku wraps a large hand around your hip to hold you down as he bullies his dick into your sloppy cunt. " 'zuku! I..I…I…" your words became choked up as you tossed your head back into the pillows, tears falling from your eyes as you couldn't form a proper sentence.

"Cum. Cum for me, baby." Deku's finger dug into the plush flesh of your hips as he kept thrusting deeper and deeper into your gushing cunt. He could feel you clenching around him, hugging his dick so tightly almost like a vise. "Fuck, baby, need you to cum." His thumb pinches your clit softly before rubbing the rough pads of his fingers over it.

Your tears fell even faster as you could feel your walls flutter and spasm around your boyfriend's dick. That weird feeling in your belly washes over you again as your clit buzzes. " 'zuku!" You screamed out his name again as you came hard for once more, drenching him in your essence. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath or so you would if Izuku's hand hadn't moved from torturing your clit to wrapping gently around your neck.

"One more. I just need one more. You can do that, right?" His eyes gleamed with a dark lustful gaze as his cock twitches inside you. Feeling you drench his dick in your slick feels so amazing. He needed to feel it one more time. Just once more and then he'd be satisfied. "Cum for me once more, pretty. Please?"

The burn of overstim stung at your clit, your body was so sensitive. You couldn't possibly cum again. " "zuku…I can't…too sensitive…need a break…" you whine out as he slowly starts to pick back up speed, your moans filling the air as he did so. Your sweet boyfriend was drunk off of you and it was all you could do to lay there and take his dick deep.

Deku buries his face into your shoulder as he squeezes your neck. His leaky cock head kisses your cervix as he slides deeper and deeper with every heavy pat-pat-pat of his hips slapping against the back of your thighs. His dull teeth found their way into the flesh of your shoulder as Deku wanted to permanently mark you as his. "Fuck, baby…just give me one more. Then I'll cream your insides with my cum. Just want you to feel as good as you're making me feel."

Izuku's words went straight to your clit. His praise makes your heart swell. Your hand comes up to grab his wrist. "O-oh fucking shit okay…Izu. For you." Wrapping your legs around his waist, you begin to lift your hips to meet him thrust for thrust, the slick sounds of skin on skin and the heady smell of sex fille the room as you arched your back to take the rough pounding your boyfriend was giving you. “Fuck, ‘zuku…I…” Your words cut off in gasp.

Deku pushed your knees closer to your chest as he took back control, fucking into you at such a pace that you could barely think let alone attempt to keep up with you. He bit down on your shoulder once more as his hand chokes you gently. The lack of air made your walls constrict around his cock as the thick tip puts constant pressure on that sweet, spongy spot. Your screams only fueled him to pound into harder as he sought to help you achieve another toe curling, squirt inducing orgasm before he blew his load all over your insides.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He curses when you grip him tightly as your walls begin to spasm around his length again. His could feel his balls draw up at his dick started to twitch and swell inside of your, “G’nna cum, baby. Oh, fuck you’re going to make me cum. Cum with me, baby girl.” His hand leaves your neck in favor of lacing his fingers with yours as his forehead rests against yours. “You’re close right? At the same time, okay?” Izuku kisses you when you nod.

His hips snapped once, twice, three more times before stilling as you came hard around his cock, your essence dripping down his dick and balls as he twitched within your depths before his cum sprays out and paints your insides in his color. Deku let out a loud moan as his fingers tightened around yours as his dark green hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Izuku’s hips didn’t stop as he fucked his cum deeper into your clenching pussy.

“Izu…” You whine softly as the jolts of overstimulation zipped through your sensitive little clit. “I literally can’t anymore…” You let out a sigh of relief when he stopped grinding his softening cock against you as he let your legs fall down against the bed. Deku’s hands immediately fall to your hips to rub away the ache that formed from him holding you in that position for so long. “You okay? I…I didn’t mean to lose control like that. You just felt so good around my cock and…” He rambled.

You giggle tiredly as you pull him down to meet your lips. “I’m okay, Izu.”

He smiled when you reassure him that he did not hurt you. Deku leans back down to kiss you gently again. “Can we go again, baby?” He asks, his cock already semi-hard from kissing you and being wrapped up in your embrace.

You’ve created a demon.

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[princeresnikov]

it's in my nature {Tangerine} // 10

ten. tangerine: indistinct by design.

Summary: Tangerine has no idea how to feel about Clementine's possibly attempts at manipulation, he doesn't have the time. None of them do, a fact which is only made more frustrating when Clementine tries to insist on leaving The Twins to do her actual job.

{ Masterlist }

A/N: 2669 words. hello it's been five months its good to see you! yes i'm still writing this, but i'm also working internationally at my day job so that's been taking up a lot of my life lol. but i get so happy every time i think of this fic, even though I was SO stuck on this for MONTHS. anyways, i love you, i hope you enjoy, let me know what you think?

Warnings: Don’t be surprised when the OC is a terrible person and is implied to have done terrible things along with the rest of them.

Chapter Warnings: light discussions of murder

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Clementine's already dubiously murky motivations were growing even harder to guess at as the day went on. Perhaps she was trying to get him on side, lull him into a false sense of security, sway his perception of her despite everything he'd learned that day. The part that Tangerine found rather infuriating, however, was that it was kind of working. Little things were adding up, things she'd mentioned today, memories of moments back in New York that kept resurfacing, and now, something about the way she'd admitted that making him happy was never part of her job description, he couldn't help but begin to think she was being genuine, at least about that.

He wasn't sure how to feel about it all, let alone her, not that he had time to feel things; later? Perhaps. Now? Not so much.

Slipping into the seat across the aisle from his brother, he can see Lemon's working hard to retain his composure, and despite how tense he's feeling, Tangerine does at least allow himself to breathe. He doesn't relax, persay; none of them are, and he's rather sure none of them really can, even if Clementine may look like she's never experienced a damn hardship in her life. While she's wearing that little smile that almost looks pleased as she sits daintily across from him, gaze roaming, searching the cabin in a way that anyone else could misconstrue as simply curious, Tangerine knows it all too well as her planning her possible escape routes. Lemon takes his focus for the moment, however, glancing furtively between them both.

"Well that couldn't 've gone better," he offers, more hopeful than anything else.

"Yeah, let's hope they buy it," Tangerine grimaces, before looking between them both, "we need to find that glasses twat like right - the fuck - now -" 

Except Clementine's phone buzzes. 

All three of them turn their attention to her bag.

"What. Now." Tangerine says through his teeth, practically oozing frustration. Clementine, having frantically fished the phone from the bag's depths, looks at the screen, seemingly ignoring him as she stands abruptly. 

"Royal pain," she mutters, mostly to herself, and makes a start towards the back end of the train. Before she can abscond, Tangerine's grabbing her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. The moment she looks at his hard expression, it's as if she suddenly remembered he was there at all.  

"Something more important to get to?" 

"Actually yes," Clementine says with surprising ire, "my job." Again Tangerine's mind lights up at the thought of the girl in first class, and the dishevelled man in the seat adjacent who she'd called her Uncle. Right. Weird. Not his problem right now. 

"She's got her Uncle, she'll be fine for a few minutes -"

"What?" Clementine says so sharply he could swear he could feel the sting. A strange look flashes across her face but she can't seem to regain her composure entirely - "no, I really have to go. If I see our man I'll be sure to send him your way -"

"Just one more question, Clem, I promise," it's Lemon's voice that cuts her off, altogether far lighter, far more amicable and earnest, "just before you go; I'm curious." Tangerine notes how he'd used her nickname with such ease, sounding almost jarring, at least to him, since Lemon had exclusively been referring to her as The Scorpion since that revelation - faint surprise reads on Clementine's face, but still she grants him a hesitant smile. 

"Not sure if there's time for that," she tells him, still standing, though her tone is almost apologetic. Almost. Lemon's smile is bereft of humour in a way that rather unnerved his brother.

"Humour me would you?"

After a moment of hesitation, Clementine obligingly sits once more. All three of them hear her phone vibrate where she's got it clutched to her chest. Both brothers look to it, but Clementine just holds it a little tighter.

"What do you really sound like?" Lemon asks her, "you're not really from the states; the Late, unfortunate Son of our boss implied as much; whaddya sound like when you're not talking to us?"

"What a dangerous question," her tone and smile indicate that she's impressed with his audacity, but she doesn't answer the question, "making a scrapbook? Is this how you choose to waste time?" It evidentially comes out a little harsher than she'd probably meant it, a sure but surprising sign that he'd touched a nerve.

"Careful with your tone there," Tangerine warns, "just call it part of the explanation you owe us." Tangerine backs up his brother's line of questioning without hesitation.

"I don't think it is," there's a new, faint reservation in her words; despite her promises, she still can't fully commit to being honest with them, "it's not the same; you two don't put the same kind of effort into obfuscating your identities."

"Big word for a girl like you, isn't it? Obfuscating," Tangerine's condescending tone allows a crack in Clementine's armour; she rolls her eyes, expression dropping and lips pursing. Still, he continues to needle her for the information, "you're doing more than your fair share of that now, aren't you?"

"It's my speciality," she gives a flat smile but can't look him in the eyes. She crosses her arms, seemingly letting go of the bright demeanour for a moment, falling back into being quiet and sullen; there's something about the question that appears to bring her more genuine discomfort than Tangerine had expected, "why are you asking me this, Lemon?" Her gaze keeps flicking around, both the cabin behind them, and the Twins themselves, though never looking them in the eyes.

"We want to trust you," it escapes Lemon before his brother can speak, appearing to catch both Clementine and Tangerine off guard.

"I don't believe that," she huffs a quiet laugh, gaze now focused down the aisle ahead of her. After a very long moment of deliberation, however, she takes a deep breath, "what was the question again?"

"What do you really sound like?" Lemon repeats flatly.

"In which language?"

"English, Clem," he sighs, but the irate edge has softened from his voice. Clementine glances over her shoulder for a moment, but then meets his gaze with a vaguely confused frown. Then, seemingly having processed whatever it was that had confused her, she makes a strange expression.

"I heard English in so many accents growing up, lots of tapes from all over the world, I think so I wouldn't have one that would be my default, I think they were afraid that when I was young, if I got into a situation where my accent would drop, it would be telling."

Her phone buzzes again, but this time she just places it face down on the table. 

"You don't know," Tangerine says flatly.

"I don't know," Clementine agrees, once more looking distinctly uncomfortable, wearing an expression that seemed to say 'I don't know what you expected'.

"So when you, say, default back -"

"I don't default to English," she pointed out. 

"Wouldn't your honest accent be based on your first language then?" Lemon points out, but Clementine shifts, again with an unfamiliar discomfort.

"Steps were taken to erase defining parts of my identity."

"That sounds downright fucking terrifying; what do you mean?"

"It's far more helpful than you might think, though some of the methods could stand to perhaps be more gentle," she gives an awkward, almost self deprecating laugh, before looking straight at Lemon with a vacant smile, "I'm fully ambidextrous, no preference for left or right, always have been."

"Is that why he took fingers instead of a whole hand?" Tangerine hears himself asking. Clementine, however, looks genuinely shocked that he'd made that connection.

"Among several other reasons," she said slowly, "yes." Then, with another furtive glance and a buzz from her phone, "Lemon, you know I'd love to chat and explain myself to you until I'm blue in the face, but we really don't have the time." Lemon's quick to thank her for her willingness to humour him, gesturing as if to say that she's no longer bound by social contract. Again, her phone buzzes as she picks it up and both brothers see her grimace as she goes to answer, voice growing faint as she trots hurriedly away. They both hear how she answers in a completely new accent, however, and Tangerine knows, clear as day, that it's a mirror of the young woman he'd met up in first class -

"What have you done now -"

"Spooky that is," Lemon muses after a moment, before he looks sharply to Tangerine, "Russian, right?" 

Tangerine frowns obvious confusion.

"Her accent," though he amends without even a beat, "or, no, her original accent; do you think she's Russian too?" 

"As far as probability goes," Tangerine says after a bit of thought, "chances aren't zero, I'll give you that."

"Well what's your leading theory?"

"I have bigger things to worry about than Clementine's country of origin, like that fuck with our case, and a fuckin' murder mystery," Tangerine scowls, "what's it even matter now?"

"I've been thinking- well, I've been panicking, wracking my brains," Lemon's half-rambling, leaning across the table to whisper to Tangerine the moment Clementine's out of earshot; his gaze doesn't stray from the door she'd disappeared through, "tryna figure out how she's connected to what happened with you in Russia all those years ago, and for the life of me I can't figure it out otherwise."

"So you think she is Russian?" Tangerine, despite his scepticism, matches his brother's low tone, meeting his conspiratorial energy.

"It matters because I can't rightly remember the details of the case, and I was hung up on them for years because I thought you'd end up dead, but she -"

"- somehow still remembers well enough to maybe want to kill about it," Tangerine sighed, finally realising where his brother was coming from, "despite not being personally tied to them."

"Allegedly."

"Allegedly." 

"Or she could have been competition."

"What?"

"Like competition for you; The Scorpion kills her competition, right? Maybe that's why? Took her a good few years after that to make a name for herself, right?"

A long silence followed, Tangerine scrubbing his hand over his face as he ruminates upon this.

"She wasn't the first."

"The fuck else have you done that I need to worry about -?!"

"Not the Russia thing, do you really think I wouldn't tell you if I did something like that without you again?" Scowling at his brother, Lemon at least has the grace to give him that. After a long moment, Tangerine exhales his frustration through his nose, sitting back in his seat, "wasn't the first like her, who kills her competition, was she? If she's been doing this for as long as I think, then she's kept a low profile until the past few years; she wasn't the first, and I doubt she'd be cut about that a decade after the fact, even if she was one to hold a grudge that long."

Lemon took a deep breath.

"Maybe that's why she killed The Cockroach."

"What are you talking about?"

"The Scorpion killed The Cockroach," Lemon insists, "'s what I heard, 's why she is the only one who does what she does anymore." It's ringing a very faint bell bell; Tangerine hasn't consciously thought about The Cockroach in a very long time. All Tangerine tries recalling everything he'd heard about the operative in the few years they had been operating, but he can't call to mind much that's positive.

They'd been scum, with friends in high places that kept them from being a target the way they sought to target other operatives in their path. Rumours said they were like an alien to encounter, cold and strange to anyone outside of their targets, bug-like with they way they watched, and their skittish nature; he thinks he recalls the derisive way someone once compared them to a preying mantis, or an alien. The Cockroach, despite their reputation, and everything they were rumoured to have done, everything they'd supposedly endured. Even when they weren't targeted by fellow operatives, their jobs were often said to be dangerous and required close contact. The Cockroach was said to be unkillable, in more ways than one.

But then, one day, though Tangerine supposed it would be a different day for everyone, he realised he hadn't heard anything about The Cockroach in months. Everyone stopped hearing about The Cockroach, but no-one really acknowledged it, or knew why. Rumours circulated of course -

"You know I'm right," Lemon says, sounding just a touch smug in the way he only ever did when he was menacing his brother. 

"I think you're distracting yourself -"

"You're thinking about it, and you know I'm right."

"Well right now she's not trying to kill us, so I don't give half a shit about who she has killed, or if she's Russian, or English, or American -"

"Well once we untangle ourselves from this bloody mess, ten-to-one odds she's gonna decide to start being a problem, so it matters -"

"Not right now it doesn't," Tangerine snapped finally, and took a moment to attempt to compose himself with very little success, "we're looking for that glasses-fuck; I'm gonna go up, you go down, double back when you're done. If you see him, fuckin' deal with him, yeah?" 

His brother is covered in blood that Tangerine hopes to God isn't his; he can't look at him right now, even as he's finally focusing back on their situation at hand. So Tangerine casts his gaze to the door Clementine had just passed through, trying to keep the description - glasses, blonde, American - in his mind, trying to recall anything else he can about the bastard who'd startled him earlier without Tangerine realising that he'd been the thief. 

Except that it occurs to him that he's not even sure what counts as up and what counts as down on a train. Of course Lemon would know -

"- towards Tokyo," Lemon clarifies, pointing in the other direction, "departing trains are always moving down." In all honesty, Tangerine doesn't know enough about trains to confirm as much, and Lemon already seems to be wary of Tangerine's dubious relationship with Clementine; for all he knows Lemon's concerned about his focus too, and trying to keep him from getting distracted. It doesn't sit well with him, however neither does acknowledging that Clementine has a knack for being able to distract him when she wants to. Either way, he trusts his brother on this - "and look, be careful," Lemon, as if hearing Tangerine's thoughts, turns to him, gaze intense, "something else is going on here," his voice is still low, still conspiratorial, as if he can't bring himself to trust any of the unsuspecting civilians around them, "I feel like there's still another Diesel lurking about." 

Fucking Thomas the Tank Engine.

"I swear to God, what did I say?" Tangerine hissed, fed up with this bit his brother insisted upon doing, "what did I say?" Any other day, hell, any other time he'd humour his brother in this, but right now was not the time - "I said I'd -"

"Shoot me in the face," Lemon finishes with exasperation, but clearly it's more than a bit, "Thomas still taught me how to see people, how to read them for real," he points out firmly, which Tangerine does agree to, "and I'm never wrong, am I?"

"No," Tangerine concedes.

"Glasses," Lemon insists, "he is not our guy. We still have another fuckin' bug to look out for."

Right, The Hornet.

Tangerine lets himself breathe for just a moment. He trusts his brother, he always has; Lemon's instincts have never been wrong before. 

As he pulls out his gun, Tangerine deliberates for a bit, gives himself a million reasons before he hands it over - Lemon's a better shot at close range, if one of them were to spot The Hornet first his money was on Lemon, Lemon's less likely to shoot the wrong person - but knows deep down that if he let his brother leave unarmed, and something happened to him, Tangerine would never forgive himself. 

"Shoot first, come up with the answers later."

#tangerine bullet train imagine #tangerine bullet train x oc #tangerine bullet train x reader #bullet train tangerine #bullet train fanfic #bullet train movie #bullet train #tangerine bullet train #lemon bullet train imagine #lemon bullet train #tangerine imagine #tangerine x oc #tangerine x reader #bullet train 2022 #tangerine x clementine #its in my nature #bullet train oc

[jessysapphireblue]

One Piece Advent Calender Door 7

Today we decorate the Sunny with our beloved Devil Child!

Door 7: Christmas Sunny

You began to sing some songs while using magic to decorate the railings of the Sunny with garlands, in it were holly and poinsettia in different colors. “fufufu~ This looks beautiful” “Oh, Robin. I thought you were in the city” “No This book was too good to lay down”, she admitted, “you´re getting quite into it” “Yes. I am just so happy” “Is there something I can help you with?” “Well, I have to finish the garlands on the railings...oh yes”

With a snip of your finger, different sizes and colors of wreath came from your pouch, landing on the deck. “Each door gets one wreath. You can deciade which one goes where” “Sure thing. All are so unique” “mmh~ oh! should I plant some christmas flowers beside your flowers?” “Oh, that would be lovely” Smiling you walked to the upper deck.

Outside was everything done with garlands and Robin also hung the last wreath up. “Everything is up” “Was it enough?” “Perfect number yes”, she smiled at you and with one snip, every garland began to glow due to your magic. “Oh, this looks so magical” “Christmas spirit and feeling arise!!!”, you threw your hands up. “Something else?” “Would you like to decorate the sleeping quarters?” Jumping back on the grass deck, Robin smiled at you. “Why, Nami would be happy” “Ok. I have everything in my room”

Opening your room, Robin began to chuckle. “You take this decorating quite serious” “Why, of course. You should´ve seen the island I landed on. This what I have is nothing against this. Like, just a pinch, Robin. It was like a living wonderland! If we ever cross this island to wintertime, Luffy, Chopper, Usopp and me? You won´t see us for days. We´re gone. Don´t even search us”

A rater loud laughter escaped Robin as she looked through your boxes. “Do you think this would be ok for Choppers office?” You held a little imp up with a long white beard and a red had, just the big nose was seen. “Cute~ I say yes” “Ok...I would mess with Zoro and hang everywhere stuff” “Oh dear~ he would chase you” “yeah...but the pillows I still give him!”

While Robin decorated the quarters, you went up to the lookout, placing fluffy christmas pillows around the seating area and by the window small garlands with glassballs, shining like a colored mirror.

In the library, you simply decorated the table with a Amarylis and a table cloth. Soon, everything was decorated and the Sunny felt like a giant Christmas wonderland. You even placed snow reindeers in every corner of the deck, topping them off with red ribbons around their neck. “I don´t know if you´re fast or good” “Both. And what do you think?” “It feels...warm. Like a hug” “This is what the decorations are about. In the cold season warm the lights peoples hearts” Both of you smiled. “Thank you for the help” “I gladly did it” “Robin! I´m ba-wow!” Nami came on board with bags as she looked around. “What happened to the Sunny?” “We decorated it”, you beamed, making Nami smile. “It looks beautiful! The town is also decorated but this is beautiful” “Our Sunny feels like a big star. You must see when it turns night”

Everyone that returned was in complete awe, the boys running around looking into every room, eyes wide like they´ve seen the biggest present ever. After dinner, everyone came out, the sun long gone as you snipped your finger and everything you decorated turned on. “WHOAAAAAAAA!!!!” Standing aside with Robin and Nami, you three watched as the boys looked through everything, warm spreading through them. “We do make a pretty good deco team”, you smiled at Robin. “Now that, we do”, chuckling, you both turned forward, the work directly paying off.

#luffy #luffy x oc #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #monkey d. luffy #one piece #straw hat luffy #anime and manga #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew #nico robin #devil child nico robin

[jessy-the-martian-girl]

Okay, I´ve finally finished it. And I've started on June, 2nd. This story was intended to be something short and fluffy, but it turned out bigger and with some sad themes (loss of a close relative in particular, and attempts at coping with it).

~5.7k words. Luis x OC.

Sorry for any mistakes and typos. Some things might seem weird - as I'm not completely sure if real people do talk like that.

Idea: Beach day with Luis.

Summary: Sea and cats are the best cure for the soul.

By the Sea at the Edge of Forever

“The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite. ”

― Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

- So, this is your hometown, eh? - Luis could not resist asking this question in the late evening, when the priority tasks were finished.

Other relatives and friends of Jessy's brother were notified of time and date of the funeral. The newfound cats were fed, the minimum cleaning in the apartment was done too. Even soothing tea was brewed and handed to a young dark-haired woman, who looked pretty upset by this sad event.

- Almost, - the girl who settled in Serra's arms smiled mirthlessly and, after taking a sip of tea, continued even without more questions. - My parents moved here when I was a little less than a year old. For the climate, they said. Sea air, and all that, you know...

- Speaking of sea air... Maybe we can go to any beach? - the Spaniard felt that he was treading on uneasy territory, but he also felt the urge to cheer up his girlfriend. - I once heard that cure for everything is salt water: tears, sweat and the sea...

Silence fell over the room. For a while, Jessica just sat there, clutching a mug of tea with both hands, as if trying to warm up her fingers. But when Serra was starting to worry that he might've crossed a line with this proposal, beyond which she would simply stop talking to him (just after asking him to leave), the girl emerged from her trance and finally answered.

- You know, I dig this idea of yours, - she turned a little in the ring of hands to see the face of her Spaniard. - I've had enough tears for now. There is one small beach here, quite secluded. I like it. But it's not easy to get to it, and your back...

- It's fine, mi luz, - Luis smiled at her reassuringly. - I'm in pretty good shape already, such a walk won't hurt me.

- Well, okay then, - still, Jessy decided to play it safe. - However, we can always change the route and stop at any other place on the coast. It's not the high season, so it's not like there will be no free space on the beach.

- ¡Bien! - the Spaniard beamed and hugged his girlfriend a little closer, mindful about the mug of hot tea in her hands. - Then we'll leave tomorrow morning.

The next morning came quickly. And while Luis was cooking breakfast, despite the cats' attempts to sabotage all the preparations (or, at least, to get these new people to take their feline friends with them wherever they were going), Jessy went on with packing stuff they would need. Surprisingly, this apartment still had some of her belongings, although she has not been living here for almost a year: working, traveling, getting stuck in that mess in Spain and staying by Serra's side at the hospital and even after that...

Two small backpacks readily accepted beach towels and a compact beach mat, sunscreen lotion, water and a light snack (sandwiches with butter and cheese, dates and a few oranges)... Besides, she managed to rearrange the contents of the backpacks so that Luis got a lighter one. The same stab wound on his back that almost ended his life was healed, of course, but doctor's orders were to avoid any serious strain until the end of the rehabilitation period. And there were at least a few more weeks before it, so the girl did not want to worsen the condition of the person so dear to her. Also she was used to go hiking with a backpack three times heavier and it was not a big deal for her.

Among her clothes left in this apartment brunette unexpectedly found men's swim shorts, which she once bought for herself as a part of beach outfit. But they remained brand new as Jessy never dared to wear this piece in public because of unusual design with pictures of turtles in various poses from the Kama Sutra. Luis, on the other hand, didn't have any problems with that, he just grinned at the offering and tried the shorts on to make sure it suited his size.

After having breakfast and, at Jessy's insistence, applying sunscreen on their faces and hands, the couple set off. At first they went by public transport almost to the outskirts of this small coastal town, and then by foot, along forest trails. They tried to keep slightly away from the wider road: though its condition was terrifying, there still were some reckless souls who seemingly enjoyed bumpy and dusty car rides.

On their way Serra chatted almost incessantly about all and everything at once. He even told a story how he learned to read animal tracks as a child. Then he asked something about the surrounding area, and, after listening to the answer, gave out a new bunch of questions. But as they came to the seashore, he stopped mid-sentence and stared in fascination at the expanse of water spreading before his eyes. Jessica sighed happily by his side - she had always harbored deep love for the sea, and now she was glad to share this love with someone significant.

- Well, hello, here we are, - the girl said softly, wiping away the welled up tears and not being afraid to seem ridiculous because of this and because of her words addressed to the majestic water element.

For some reason, she was absolutely sure that Luis *would understand* that. And he did, silently squeezing her cold fingers in his warm hands.

- Perhaps, we will have to walk in the water somewhere, and, please, be careful with stones, even large ones, - brunette gave out the warning on the rights of someone who had scouted all the surroundings in her childhood. - I was about six years old, and that stone seemed very reliable... As a result, twisted leg, slightly cut arms... And my dad and my brother took turns carrying me back to town.

At the mention of her relatives, Jessy´s voice quivered, but she managed to regain control of her emotions.

- Point taken, - the Spaniard nodded seriously, adjusted the straps of his backpack and, wincing from the short jolt of pain in his left arm, added with his usual charming smile. - Vamos, I can't wait to see that beach you were talking about with such a dreamy expression on your face.

And they headed to the border of the first beach, where the sand was almost hidden beneath rather large stones. Jessy was leading the way, maneuvering between those stones with ease, but never forgetting to cast a side glance at her companion to make sure that he was all right and that she wasn't too fast for him. Well, another reason for those glances was to take some sweet time to admire Serra's grace.

It turned out soon, that their's timing for such trip was not very great. The high tide period quickly had them taking off their shoes and rolling up their pant legs. However, the first water obstacle also had an unexpected effect: Jessica barely took a couple of steps only knee-deep in water and froze, feeling sudden dizziness and nausea. The water was so clear and shimmering that it was hard to understand what real depth lied ahead. Some underwater stones and common unevenness of the bottom only added to said effect of uncertainty. The brunette almost offered to turn back, unable to overcome this weakness combined with irrational fear of suddenly going under water, but then Luis was the first to step forward and, turning around, held out his hand to her.

- Hold tight and look at me, not at the water, - understanding and care were reflecting in his gray eyes, and confidence that nothing bad would happen.

Jessy nodded and, clutching to the offered hand, also took a step. She almost went off balance immediately, but Luis never allowed her to fall, simply pressing her to his chest and letting to wait out this dizzy spell. Her next step was much more confident, but she never let go of her Spaniard's hand. Fortunately, there wasn't much distance left to go, and just a little bit longer before their intended destination.

The entrance to that small beach was partially covered by a pile of stones — and without knowing that there was a passage there, it could be easily missed. Jessica confidently dived into this very passage, waving to Serra to keep up. To a casual observer it would seem as if they had vanished into the barrier. And there they were met by light sea breeze, gentle sun and salty spray. The couple could also hear the even roar of the surf, accompanied by the rustle of stones carried away by the waves. And absolutely black sand was quite striking addition to the view.

- Vaya, - the Spaniard breathed out in pure fascination. - How beautiful...

- It is, - the girl responded quietly, leaning into her man's shoulder. - I've missed this place so much...

They dropped the backpacks and set up the place for their base camp, spreading the beach mat and pinning it down with suitable cobbles so that it wouldn't be blown away.

- There is a natural pool of a kind here, that area surrounded by rocks, about waist-deep for me... The water usually warms up faster in there, - and Jessica fell silent, realizing that yesterday she was so desperate for any kind of distraction that she did not even ask what exactly they plan to do on the beach. - By the way... You *can* swim, right?

- Only in fresh water, - Luis, who has already managed to pull off his shirt and jeans and even settle on the mat, saw the mentioned "pool" and smiled in anticipation. - There was a swimming pool at the uni, and we didn't always have our lake contaminated with that... thing. But I haven't got a chance to swim in the sea yet.

- It's said it's easier to swim in salty water, it pushes you to the surface, - the girl relaxed a bit and reached for a bottle of sunscreen. - Do you want me to help with your back? The forecast said that sun can be quite active today.

- And why only my back is worthy of your attention? - the Spaniard pretended to be indignant, nevertheless obediently turning over on his stomach. - What about the rest parts of my body?

- Well, if you insist... - Jessy readily played along, squeezing the lotion onto the man's back and applying it with confident movements on his shoulders and neck, trying not to disturb that new scar under his left shoulder blade. Skin at that place was still too sensitive.

She even touched top of his ears with the lotion out of an old habit, explaining to Serra, who jerked in surprise, that people rarely think that such body parts need protection too, and sunburned ears are really unpleasant experience.

- The only thing worse is getting the scalp sunburned in the parting, - the girl giggled, recalling that *unforgettable* experience of hers. - Moreover, no one believes you when you get sunburns in such weird places. So, roll over and let's continue.

A new portion of the sunscreen was squeezed on a broad chest with the older scar, and soft hands got back to work — gently rubbing the lotion onto chest, arms, stomach... Throughout the process gray eyes were never turning away from brunette's slightly smiling face. However, when those hands slipped on his sides, Serra tried to squirm out from under the light touches.

- Don't, Jess, - the man pleaded through involuntary laughter. - Por favor...

- Sorry, sunshine, - the girl quickly removed her hands and gently touched the tip of her beloved's nose with her finger, leaving a little bit of lotion there. - I guess, you'd better finish this on your own.

While Serra was finishing with his face and legs, his companion got rid of her T—shirt and hiking pants, fished out from her backpack another bottle with a sunscreen of higher SPF, and began to apply the protective coating. With her rather pale skin using a more powerful remedy was quite a logical choice.

- And now it's your turn, - the Spaniard almost purred, not even trying to hide a playful glint in his eyes. - Get down and hand me your lotion.

Jessica stretched out on the beach mat with a smile, exposing her back to the man who knelt next to her, ready to return the favor. Suddenly it dawned on Jessy that she really trusted Luis. Not forcing herself to trust him - it was simply there. During their "Spanish adventure" she had absolutely no time to stop and muse about such things, but now the realization has finally caught up with her.

She only instinctively tensed for a second when deft fingers unhooked the top of her swimsuit. It was a public place, after all, and she was not quite ready for being that explicit. It felt just like a quick test for developed trust, so Jessy relaxed. Luis still noticed her reaction and stopped to explain his intentions.

- This is just to cover all of your skin, - his words did not diverge from the deed, with strong hands smoothly sliding along the curves of the female body, carefully wrapping it with an even layer of sunscreen. - The straps and belt are too thin, if they shift, you won't like the outcome.

- Been there, done that, - the brunette admitted with a stifled chuckle, patiently waiting until the Spaniard hooked everything back, in order to roll over on her back and put her chest and stomach under his caring hands.

Of course, she could have managed on her own from that point, but it felt so nice to be taken care of, that the girl just mentally shushed her inner voice and allowed herself to revel in such an uncommon feeling.

They chatted a bit more, while waiting for the sunscreen to "cure" on their skin. Jessy shared a couple of funny sea-related stories from her past. Though shocked expression on Spaniard's face openly hinted her that the particular story about her almost drowning at the age of five was not that funny as it seemed to her.

- Hey, it was okay, - she tried to lighten the mood. - My dad was close by. He plucked me out of water in no time. It was not enough time for me even to get scared.

- I just can't imagine that I could've never met you, if it wasn't for your dad... - Serra whispered, slightly shaking his head and reaching with his hand to touch the shoulder of his vis-à-vis as if to make sure she was still real.

- But I made it to this day nonetheless, - brunette shrugged and smiled warmly.

After a few more minutes of silence Luis easily got to his feet and stretched out his hand to Jessica, helping her to get up. Then he pulled her towards the "natural pool", not letting go of girl's hand. The water, however, was not yet fully warmed up, but it already felt quite pleasant. And it was much, much warmer than in the mountain creeks in the wilderness of Valdelobos, as the Spaniard mentally noted.

As soon as Jessy was knee-deep in the water, she stopped for a while and took a deep breath, taking some time to adjust to the temperature. And then, gently freeing her hand from Serra's hold, she pushed off from the sandy bottom and slid into the water with a soft exclamation. The first dive after a long break was always a little uncomfortable for her and required some efforts. After taking a couple of strokes, the girl swiftly turned over on her back, exposing her face to the sun and letting the water catch her. Fortunately, there were no big waves this time.

Luis followed suit right away, relaxing on his back close by and just occasionally touching his girlfriend's hand or shoulder with his own. His pose was an expression of a tacit agreement for "no active long-distance swims yet".

After floating in the water like this for a little, they slowly swam together to the stone borderline that separated this small lagoon from the open sea. The couple settled there, enjoying beautiful views of the sea or their secluded beach.

Jessica, in gentle reverie, admired how small waves rolled over hardly visible rocks in the water and crashed on the shore. And Luis, amazed by the transparency of the water, tried to look at the bottom of their improvised pool — his gaze was captivated by nimble fish, colorful starfish, colonies of shellfish and corals. Suddenly, an unusually shaped shell lying a little further away caught his eye, and Serra decided to dive for it to get a better look. It took him a few tries, and it also got Jessy's attention. Finally resurfacing with the loot, Luis turned the find over in his hands, then handed it to his girl. She put the shell on the palm of her hand, but suddenly, with an ouch, shook off the object of study into the water.

- What's wrong? - Serra asked, with concern evident in his voice.

- Something pinched me, - the brunette was obviously embarrassed by her own reaction. - Not that it hurts much, more like I just didn't expect it...

The Spaniard examined Jessy's palm for possible damage, then looked for this shell again. When he spotted it, he carefully knelt down, plunging into the water almost up to his shoulders, and took the shell out, turning its aperture to the light. Something with pincers was clearly stirring inside.

- Oh, so it's one of the Paguroidea species, - Luis smiled involuntarily. - I didn't think they can be found here too. - A hermit crab? - Jessica instantly forgot about her palm and, literally hanging on the Spaniard's shoulders, stared curiously at the shell resident, who was clearly dissatisfied with such intense attention. - This is the first time I've ever seen one, not on TV, not in the aquarium and not in the encyclopedia. Awesome!

- They are usually not aggressive to bigger opponents, - Serra nodded, watching how a representative of marine fauna menacingly moved its claw. - We seem to have just scared this one. - Let's put it back to its natural habitat then, - Jessica expressed their shared thought, adding with a chuckle. - As long as it doesn't come back to bite our heels for this.

- It'll rather be glad that it was released and will not risk another encounter, - Luis laughed heartily, arranging the shell in the water closer to the stone barrier.

The girl also laughed at this joke and hugged her man as he swam closer to her again.

- You know, it's warmer around you, - the Spaniard suddenly remarked in a soft voice, returning the hug. - You're like a little sun with an aura of warmth. To hide her embarrassment at such a compliment, Jessy splashed this eloquent subject and, with a laugh, twisted out of his hands, trying to swim away. This unexpected childishness resulted in a small water duel, which ended in a draw. Or, as the girl proclaimed: "friendship always wins!" - after which, with her arms outstretched, she fell backwards into a small wave, raising a cloud of salty spray... only to be almost immediately back in the firm embrace. Luis was glad that his crazy idea worked and his querida is still able to enjoy simple things. Even after such great loss. Only the shadow of guilt lurking in her hazel eyes kept him a bit worried. He himself had only one night *then*. Afterwards there was no time: his studies and the need to provide his living completely absorbed even hints of free time for several years. He managed, and developed the mask of “a good-for-nothing guy, who happens to be quite a ladies' man”. And under that mask there was an acute, painful sense of guilt: he was not there, he could not help, he did not prevent... Now his own experience seemed to be quite useful. Luis could roughly imagine the direction of his girl's thoughts, and see where it would be possible to intervene and lend her a shoulder. After all, even the strongest and most hardy at some point may break down.

- Let's go back to the shore and get some sun? - the brunette, who went quiet in his arms, offered hesitantly.

Her fingers were absentmindedly tracing some patterns on his chest, and it was... rather pleasant.

- I like the idea, mi vida, - Serra planted soft kiss on his girlfriend's temple and pushed her in the right direction. - A snack would be nice too.

The sea did not quite share their intentions, trying to knock the pair down, like a too playful puppy would, and then drag them back into its depth. Thankfully, it was much easier to get out together.

After drying off with beach towels, the couple paid the closest attention to their food supplies. Sandwiches with cheese and dates were delicious, although the sea air usually made everything tastier anyway. And Luis was very surprised, when Jessica took out a thermos with green tea - the most unexpected and uncommon option for a picnic on the beach. However, it turned out that she forgot to take mugs, and they only had the lid of the said thermos at their disposal.

- One for two is a great option, - Serra stated with a playful grin, deliberately taking a sip so that his lips touched this "mug" in the same place as his companion's.

- I'm glad that we share this opinion, - the girl returned both the gesture and the smile. - An orange for a dainty?

- Sure! - the Spaniard grabbed their improvised mug with his left hand so that Jessica could peel the citrus, but then his shoulder was pierced by a sharp pain and his fingers went numb and weak, forcing the man to hiss through clenched teeth. - Mierda...

The girl with a soft cry threw another small towel over the spilled tea and scurried behind Luis's back. He was clutching his hurting limb to his chest and it was such a vivid and unexpected reminder of the past injury.

- Guess, I've overestimated my condition... - the Spaniard's voice sounded strained.

- The doctor warned me that you might still have twinges like this from time to time, - Jessy's hands confidently glided over his aching muscles, starting from the upper back, stroking, pressing harder, kneading carefully. - He was talking about build-up of scar tissue as a possible cause. Now, it should get better... And the pain really subsided, yielding slowly to firm but gentle touches. When Serra's back finally relaxed under her fingers, brunette sighed with relief and pressed a small kiss upon that creepy scar. She remembered how they had to cauterize the wound with the same plaga removal laser, wrecking all the settings and restoring them again to get rid of those parasites. All because there was nothing left to sew up the wound with.

Shaking off those memories, girl wrapped her arms around Luis, pulling him a bit closer. He, in response, covered the palms that settled on his chest with his own and slightly leaned back, sinking into that warm embrace. - Gracias, querida mía, - his fingertips slid over her forearms in a tender caress. - I hope I didn't scare you too much... - I was more scared when you passed out on the operating table in your own lab, under my hands, - the girl admitted with a nervous laugh, carefully moving to her former place next to Luis and snuggling against his side. - As of today... Thank goodness, that the tea was not boiling hot. We'll do just fine without any burns.

After calming down a little, she finally peeled an orange, handed it to the Spaniard and reached for the second one, this time for herself. She noticed the fact that Serra was willing to share only when a slice of orange was already touching her lips. Jessica did not turn down the treat, followed by the man's fingers weightlessly brushing over her lips, his warm palm resting comfortably on her cheek. She smiled and leaned slightly into Serra's touch, turning her face to him for a kiss with an orange-salty taste.

The kiss was short though and when their lips parted, the couple just finished their snacks and went to lie down on the beach mat, snuggling side by side. Pebbles rustled softly, carried by the waves along the bottom, gulls cried in the sky, sunlight caressed the skin... Luis and Jessy were having fun cloud-gazing, sunglasses in place. Strings of fantastic images floated through the sky above them, driven by the wind: a large turtle, a dancing couple, a kitten playing with a ball of yarn, "Enterprise NCC-1701", that space station "Babylon 5", a sailboat, a dragon, an archer...

Soon the wind changed and brought in black clouds. Noticing this, Jessica reluctantly offered to call it a day and, as soon as their swimsuits were completely dry, slowly move towards their temporary home. Even if it wasn't supposed to rain, weather forecasts did not always pass the reality check.

To pass the wait a little, the girl sat up and reached for a small pointed pebble. She drew several lines on a larger flat stone with it. To Luis's surprise, these lines stood out on the black surface in a gray-brownish color, though the pebble was black too. The first clumsy lines were gradually turning into a simple silhouette of a lighthouse above the sea.

- Hey, you're good, - the Spaniard smiled upon seeing the final picture.

- Nah, I can't draw, - the girl dismissed his comment with ease, throwing her pebble "pencil" into the wave that ran ashore. - That's just my itchy fingers, nothing more.

- I dare to disagree on this statement, - Serra squinted slyly, taking the flat stone with a drawing from the brunette's hand before she sent it into the water too. - A little more practice, and it will no longer be "good", but "excelente".

In response, Jessica vaguely shrugged and, picking up another handful of dark pebbles, consistently sent them into the water, immersing in her thoughts. However, she was not allowed to stay like that for a long time and was soon distracted. Drying off after sea bathe, her hair fluffed up a little, curling and framing Jessy's face with a light-brown halo, trying to get into her eyes and mouth. Second distraction was Luis, who plucked a long blade of grass, and took part in the fun mini-game "tickle-a-friend". The Spaniard was quickly caught doing this, but at a reproachful stare, he just smiled broadly and stretched out his hand to smooth his companion's disheveled hair, which only resulted in another hug.

With all this childishness in action, time to go back home came swiftly. Their swimsuits finally dried out, the wind grew stronger, the sea became stormy... Luis and Jessy had to hurry up with packing, yet the first drops of rain caught them almost at the forest edge. Luckily, it gave them a chance to hide from such weather under the green dome of branches, at least for a while.

They still had to run from the forest to the bus stop to avoid getting soaked to the skin. However, it didn't help much. But when Luis and Jessy got back to the neighborhood where they lived at the moment, it looked like there was no rain there at all. After exchanging puzzled glances and quickly assessing their appearance a la "we went swimming in our clothes", they both burst out laughing. That attracted the attention of a passerby who turned out to be one of Jessy's distant relatives. And that man didn't hesitate to express his disapproval for such behavior of the girl in mourning for someone as significant as her own brother. Jessica visibly stiffened from being scolded, her guilt rearing its ugly head again. Serra noticed this change in his girlfriend's mood, and realized that he neither can nor should tolerate it. He stepped forward, as if trying to shield his girl from unpleasant conversation with his body. It was hard to contain his anger, but Luis mustered the calmest tone he was capable of at the moment. He was not aiming for a fight after all.

- I don't know about you lot, but I personally prefer that miss Jonzz here stayed among living, - he added more menacing undertone to his voice, pinning the other man with a slightly disgusted glare. - And not cried herself into heart attack or cardiac arrest just to maintain someone's else believes of how it's appropriate to grieve.

This rebuke somehow silenced an uninvited do-gooder and forced him to beat a hasty retreat. As soon as this person disappeared from sight, Serra turned to face brunette and gently pushed her chin up with one hand just to meet her unsure hazel eyes with his steel gray ones.

- It's not your fault, Jess, - Spaniard's tone was all about firm, but gentle care mixed with a tint of worry. - You are absolutely allowed to take care of yourself under any circumstances. Remember that, por favor.

- I know, - Jessy tried to smile, almost successfully, and to shook off the dreadful feeling of guilt's filthy paws reaching to claim her soul. - I... I'm okay. Let's go, Luis?

- Sure thing, cariño, - with a wide smile Serra swung his hand over girl's shoulders and pulled her into the right direction. - Our new cats must be waiting us already!

The cats were really waiting, and their patience was finally rewarded. Chirrups, squeaky little trills and cute meows filled the space of the murky apartment, making both Luis and Jessy smile and giggle at such enthusiasm. In fact, little calico cat and his gray brother acted like they knew that right now their humans needed all the positive attention they could provide. Gray one even tried to climb up Serra's leg, but was quickly and gently picked up and placed over Spaniard's shoulder. Meanwhile calico cat sniffed and licked at Jessica's ankles, as soon as she took off her shoes, of course.

- Hey, fur baby, it tickles, - brunette laughed and knelt down to pet this welcoming committee. - I know, I know: you and your little brother missed us.

Smiling to another almost shy meow, Jessica stood up and, after asking Luis if he didn't mind, headed to the shower, to wash off sea salt and sand still stuck on her skin. Serra wished he could join, but this bathroom was too small for two, so he stayed behind to occupy cats' attention instead.

He scooped up the second cat and sank into the nearest (and only) armchair. Those cats, although young, were very skilled at common cats' things, and they've purred their new man into light sleep in no time. When Jessy was done, she came right to a snooze-town. The sight was heartwarming and peaceful, but to shower was a must, so the girl had to wake Luis up.

Brunette watched her loved one go, yawning and carefully pulling off his shirt on the way. Cats yawned in sync and jumped down from the armchair. The movement caught Jessy's eye and she noticed a book with colorful cover lying on the floor. She changed from her bathrobe into T-shirt and funny shorts with TMNT print, then reached to pick that book up and smiled fondly at it's name: “50 best baking recipes from around the world”. It was her gift for her brother's last birthday. This memory made Jessy's heart sank again, and she quickly flipped through a few pages to detach herself from this sorrow for just a bit longer. The girl checked out some recipes and stopped at one, baked churros. It seemed pretty easy to cook, and all ingredients were present in the fridge.

- Oh, temptations... - Jessica sighed softly after considering some other options from this book.

- Are you talking about me, mi amor?

Her train of thought was interrupted by Luis, refreshed and relaxed... and wearing only a towel around his hips. His hair still slightly wet from the shower and his smile as charming as usual - a real eye candy.

- And about you, too, - Jessy couldn't help, but smile in response.- But, actually, I've been thinking about trying this recipe... What do you think?

- Sounds great, - Serra pushed the damp hair out of his face and headed to change into something more suitable, than a towel. - Wait for me.

He was rather fond of this idea for even more quality time together, and it worked out pretty well.

As the late day gradually turned into early evening, sorrow, that was almost perceptible the day before, finally shrunk and hid in the darkest corner of the apartment. Combined efforts of Luis and two impish kitties left no chances for it to overtake again.

The rest of the evening went pleasantly and peacefully, with tea and home-baked churros, and heartwarming talks on the sofa. Cats tried their best too, singing cats' songs, kneading and even clawing lightly at their humans' limbs. And after a while tiredness, mixed with loud purring lulled Jessy to sleep.

Tight embrace of her beloved Spaniard, his steady heartbeat, and her feeling secured helped the matter too.

Luis smiled gently at the girl lying in his arms, and closed his eyes too, drifting off to sleep. Both cats immediately seized the opportunity to pin their humans to the sofa for more feline comfort, and the apartment went silent.

This spontaneous beach day turned out to be the much needed breather for Jessy. A little something to make future look brighter and less hopeless for her, even with all those unwanted changes. It was easier to believe now, that she won't be struggling with everything on her own. And it became plainly obvious that she was not alone anymore. They were not alone.

#Luis Serra x OC #Luis Serra

[boymage666]

I survived the

WIZARD RACE

Anyways I'm gonna talk about it now. no readmore because mobile tumblr is dumblr, sorry.

So, only slightly relevant to anything, but I did the entirety of the game during the school day. Started around 11:30, but I didn't find my first charm until about 12:45 (I had to go to an assembly then eat lunch)

Finding the charms was a pretty fun challenge, the only one I didn't get on my own was the heart (thanks for that one @wizardgoblin )

had to take another break after submitting the charms because I had to get back to school, by that time 3 people were already done. No big deal to me, all I wanted was top 13. So I do my work for that class and open Tumblr again to start phase 2.

This is a good point to say I love codes and cyphers, so I was very excited at the idea of the next part, only to metaphorically fall on my ass because I forgot that the actual question was on the main post about the game. Once I found that again I copied it onto a sheet of paper so I could write out the sounds as I figured them out. And so the teacher of my next class wouldn't flay and crucify and sous ve me for using my phone, but more so i could write my thoughts.

This bastard. (affectionate)

That symbol right there caused me the most trouble of everything, I thought for a moment I was going mad because I couldn't find anything like it in the sample text. But you know what? I think it's better that way. Made me think harder. I was kinda skipping around on words while translating, going for the easy words first then the words that I felt would be important. Decided I would hold off on this word and skipped back to the line above it to solve the big word up there. Catchphrase. And the last word was "Weekly". I realized then that this had to be "Wizard".

I'm glad that the "z" sound wasn't in the passage, it made me think harder about the puzzle, and that was fun in hindsight.

(please ignore the blatantly mistranslated word on the second row.)

Unfortunately I don't have timestamps for exactly when i entered the maze, but it was probably around 3:40, as I remember realizing school was about to be over, which meant I'd have to drive home before finishing if I didn't get through fast.

MAZE SPOILERS AHEAD. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HAVE IT RUINED FOR YOU. DO READ IF YOU'RE STUCK AND WANT TO PLACE. IM NOT YOU MOM.

On the first page of the maze there were three options to choose where to go. I translated the first option, If I recall correctly it was scoundrel. Did not want to deal with that, the second option I couldn't translate immediately, so I skipped to the third option. Merchant. Sounds safe enough, I should go there.

So I did.

Reading the options, and knowing I was at a merchant, I decided to barter, and got an item. Cool. Sick even. So I move on.

[something] [STRENGTH] [STEALTH]

Decided to go stealth, and remembering how the merchant went, I choose the stealth option. Made it out with a cool gem. Encountered the dragon. Decided I didn't want to give up the candle and tried using the gem. Back to the start. Same path with the merchant, chose the option i didn't translate for the monster, and decided to try and charm it. Sandwich aquired. Not a good offering, back to the start. Merchant and gem? Close but no. Finally, I decided to try and fight the monster. It worked, and the item visually matched what I got from the merchant much more that the other items, sure enough, it was a good enough offering, and I got to move on.

Last part of the maze. 14 options, one was correct, spotted it immediately. Escaped at 3:57 pm ctz, day one of the race.

Honestly, I thought the game was fun! The maze was slightly easier than the cypher, for better or for worse, but that also could have been on me by refusing to try the other routes at the start of the maze. I can't wait to see what future events have waiting for us! Thanks for hosting this @wizardweekly

#wizard #wizardposting #wizard race #wizard weekly #longpost

[aelinfireheartgalathynius]

I think it's awesome that you're such a big fan of fantasy novels, me too! I wanted to your opinion about something. I came across a post where you say SJM's books are masterclasses, and I found them to be solid books, but not uniquely great. Can you explain what in your view makes them great at narrative pacing and worldbuilding, and how that compares to other great books in the genre like those by Ursula K. Le Guin or Jacqueline Carey? I'm curious about your pov, since you've been reading fantasy for so long. Please keep up the great blog!

Happy to meet another fantasy lover! And thanks!

Honestly, I don't think comparing authors to each other (unless it's in a "you'd probably love X" way) is useful — fantasy has grown to encompass such a wide array of writing styles. Sarah's style isn't 100% certified unique, because no art is 100% unique. But her style does stand apart from most fantasy writers, especially ones who stuck to a more rigidly traditional style. I think plot pacing, tropes, writing style etc are all personal preferences. I personally prefer the styles of VE Schwab, Sarah J Maas, Naomi Novik, Kristin Cashore... To name a few. Others might hate all of those authors' styles and prefer something completely different. And that's totally fine. Great, even. (As long as those people don't judge me or call me a child for not enjoying the type of writing they find "good," but I know that's not what you're doing here!)

I stand by what I said in that post about Sarah's writing, but that doesn't mean it was objective truth. My mother, for example, has different reading preferences than I do and would probably dislike SJM. And that's fine.

In my opinion, Sarah's style stands out. I came into this not really wanting to get into the reasons but I'll touch on them since you asked:

Her worldbuilding is phenomenal, but I don't feel the need to write a dissertation about it. I feel like the huge level of acclaim she's received for what I call the "Marvel Cinematic Universe of fantasy books" speaks for itself. She has done something remarkable and, in my experience, very unique. If you don't know what I'm referring to, I'd recommend looking up the ending of House of Sky and Breath (I don't like to post about it explicitly because it's such a world changing plot twist).

Her plot pacing is, again, phenomenal in my opinion. All of her books have that 'unputdownable' quality that comes from an author knowing exactly how to pace chapters to keep readers engaged. It's doubly impressive knowing that the majority of her books are multi-POV, too, so she kept multiple stories well-paced and engaging at the same time in each book. It's most obvious when you look at Empire of Storms and Tower of Dawn: the reason the tandem read works so well is that she was extremely thorough in making sure the plot pacing and timelines lined up perfectly in two books that came out a year apart.

Her characters are wonderfully written — again, in my opinion. Their thoughts, feelings and motivations all feel real and make sense to me. Her characters experience things like periods (including actual mentions of bleeding and cramps), realistic depictions of trauma and PTSD (I have PTSD, so that's not hypothetical), characters that grow and learn, characters that fuck up, characters that are multifaceted, characters that fall in love more than once, and more.

The emotional rawness of many of her characters and plotlines is also something that sets her apart from many authors. Yes, a lot of books can make readers feel things, but there is something so deeply raw and heart-wrenching about Nesta's self-hatred, Feyre's PTSD, Aelin's struggle with her title and power (and her torture), Manon's questioning about whether monsters are born or made (and whether she is one), Hunt's deep guilt, Bryce's inconsolable grief, literally everything about Lidia Cervos, and more.

I believe that people should read whatever makes them happy, and everyone reacts differently to art — there are books that touched my soul in ways I can barely describe, that I see as beautiful and astonishing... And they still have some one star reviews. That's the beauty of art.

I don't like a lot of "classic" fantasy, but I don't feel the need to convince anyone that those books or writers aren't good or don't deserve their acclaim. Just like I don't really think I need to convince anyone that SJM's books deserve respect — her work speaks for itself, and if you personally don't see why so many people love it, then it wasn't meant for you. And that's totally fine. No need to force yourself to read it!

I don't need or want to convince you that SJM's writing is a masterclass. If that doesn't ring true to you, that's fine. It's true for me, and for hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of other readers (over 38 million copies of her books have been sold worldwide, so I don't think millions is a stretch).

I hope that last bit didn't come across as aggressive or rude, it's just my thoughts on your question! Thanks for dropping by, anon, and thank you for asking in such a nice way. A lot of people don't do that. ♥️

#sarah j maas #sjm #tog #throne of glass #acotar #acomaf #crescent city #hoeab #fantasy #anon #asks #mine #yay asks

[redtippedfox]

I promised myself that I wouldn’t post vents on here, but there’s no where else I can post this since the people that cause most of it are on all of the medias that I follow except this one. So i guess this is a safe haven. You don’t have to read this or look at it, this is just me letting out my bottled up emotions and the thoughts that have been discarded or pushed aside.

I never was good at making good friends, I’ve made long lasting ones but they don’t live near me at the moment. All I’ve ever wanted was a friend who I could be passionate about my interest with, like the ones you would see on TV. People who liked the same things or would watch tv shows with me. I instead made friends who brought nothing but pain to my life. In middle school I was in a friend group that I thought was special, those people hurt me more than anything. One friend hated my silliness and mocked me for it, I thought I could talk about my frustrations to a close friend, someone that I gave everything to. My parents got a phone call from that friends mom saying that she was going to get me suspended for the things I had said, my close friend had told everything I had said to the person who had hurt me. I lost two friends that day, and I lost my trust in telling my feelings to my friends. Which is why I am posting this here rather than on my social media or my art account. I’m scared of people knowing how I really feel.

When I make friends I put my all into it, gifts, time, attention…anything that I can give… I hate that. Being a people pleaser is like tying a noose and handing it to someone who will let you hang.

My Highschool friends were even worse. They treated me like I was always the second option…and I was. I always was and will always just be the second option. Never the first. I make friends and introduce them to my other friends, just so they could meet…it’s always my fault for thinking that I would be my new friends first option. How it always goes is like this. I meet a new person who I like, they are nice and I am willing to put my efforts into this friendship. They meet my other friends and they get along, great! Ideas of sleepovers and hanging out flood my mind! They click, they prefer my other friend over me, I am just another option. And the cycle repeats, not once, not twice, but over and over again. Which is why I’m writing this. I had recently started my second semester of college, I live in a room with three other people. My roommates, hope for a chance of a new begin rise. It quickly shatters. My suite-mate lives in the room across from mine, I try to befriend her, I take her out, I buy her things, I take her home for thanksgiving and other things, my family spends money on her. She chooses to be best friends with my roommate instead. I shove it down and say I don’t care. I try to make new friends.

I recently met someone who loves Miraculous and writing as much as I do, we ended up talking for hours. I think I finally have a friend, a friend just like the one I always dreamed of having. I put the effort in thinking that this is finally it, a new start. They accidentally meet my suitemate, and the two click. They recently started texting, and today after I helped my new friend with a personal situation, allowing them to stay at our dorm and comforting them. They end up taking my suitemate out to the mall, they come back and are now so much closer. She even wants my suitemate to move in with us next year, when it was supposed to be just us. My roomate was even mocking my new friends boyfriend while calling her my suitmenates friend.

I don’t want new friends anymore…just let me get my work done and graduate and leave me alone.

It’s obvious that I will never be the first option.

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If you did read this vent, thank you. I tried talking to my mom about how I felt but she just told me to make new friends, as if I haven’t been trying. I won’t post any more vents on here. This is the only one. I’m going to Vegas with my family next weekend so hopefully that will cheer me up and give me time to work on other art pieces. Thank you again for listening. Have a good night. I cherish you all.

#not miraculous #vent #trauma #thank you for listening #I know it will get better #I just wanted to finally let it out #love you all

[tailsrevane]

[tv review] star trek: lower decks, season 1 (2020)

like a lot of star trek fans, i was pretty skeptical about this show going into it. the animation style screamed “family guy,” and there is quite a bit of rick and morty in the show’s dna. like, for instance, series creator and showrunner mike mcmahan was one of the first writers hired for rick and morty and served as its showrunner for a season.

one thing that did reassure me at the time and made me more willing to give the show the benefit of the doubt is that mcmahan was the self-professed “scifi guy” of the rick and morty crew. considering that the show’s inclusion of actual, interesting scifi concepts was one of the things i did actually like about it when i watched it, that was a promising sign.

anyway, yeah, saying i was “pleasantly surprised” by this show feels like a massive understatement. pleasantly shocked? pleasantly astonished? whatever you want to call it. i held on to a lot of my skepticism early on, but it didn’t take long before i fell head over heels for the show. i distinctly remember turning to my fiancx after one episode and nervously broaching, “soooo… this is actually really good, right? i’m not crazy?” and being relieved that ve was thinking the same thing. i was actually kinda genuinely sad when lower decks passed the baton back to discovery for their third season, though i felt pretty dumb about that when discovery went into beast mode that season.

so, yeah. the animated comedy star trek show is actually extremely good, and clearly made with star trek fans first and foremost in mind. i think what really caught me by surprise was how much heart it has. it tells good stories while also having great jokes basically constantly, and despite the comedic tone it genuinely believes in and cares about its characters.

wait. i've got it. the one sentence i would say to other star trek fans to respond to their (understandable) misgivings. this isn't rick and morty, this is futurama.

the first season was a lot about establishing the show’s identity and getting fans onboard with it, so i probably won’t have as much to say in my episode reviews of this one as i do of other star trek shows. a lot of it was working towards making it the show i described in the preceding paragraphs, and putting all those pieces together and establishing everything took a lot of time. so these will be more like capsules with my rating for the episode attached than actual reviews.

1x01 “second contact”

the only reason this isn’t the best star trek pilot is because we live in a post-strange new worlds world. okay, actually, “emissary” is pretty great, too. i’ll have to see how they stack up against each other when we get to that one. a-rank

1x02 “envoys”

the sequence where rutheford is trying out different departments is rather silly conceptually but i freaking love how supportive and enthusiastic everyone is. i think that really went a long way towards breaking the ice for me. a-rank

1x03 “temporal edict”

mariner and ransom butting heads was actually very well done, and ransom shows that while he might be a himbo and a bit of a gloryhound he does genuinely care. a-rank

1x04 “moist vessel”

mariner hating being promoted and boimler just shaking with rage over the whole thing was the best thing ever. a-rank

1x05 “cupid’s errant arrow”

the best friend and girlfriend both being suspicious of each other and protective of their boy was adorable, and waiting until nearly the end of the episode to reveal that the girlfriend was doing it too and having them bond over it was a great choice. having boimler be the one who had something wrong with him all along was also a nice touch.

also i freaking loved captain freeman finding out that the last domino in the demolition of a moon was that it would inconvenience a rich guy, and she was just immediately like “blow up the damn moon.” like, zero hesitation. that was awesome. a-rank

1x06 “terminal provocations”

cannot believe they added the third chu to make it the chu chu chu dance. incredible. a-rank

1x07 “much ado about boimler”

the show’s creative team is apparently a bit remorseful that they didn’t make it more explicit that mariner and ramsey are exes, and honestly that does make a huge difference for me. like this episode is already super good, but i think if they had been more upfront about that it could’ve pretty easily been the show’s first s-rank. a-rank

1x08 “veritas”

i fucking love this episode it is probably the moment when i relaxed and allowed myself to believe that this show was probably just actually as good as it seemed like it was.

the “trial” is a great framing device, the misunderstandings on top of misunderstandings are hilarious, and i really love how earnestly our main characters gush about how awesome starfleet is even though it’s because of a huge misunderstanding. a-rank

1x09 “crisis point”

mariner forces her friends to participate in a holodeck pastiche of wrath of khan that has a ton of wonderful references to the tos movies, it genuinely gets kinda epic, and although she’s avoiding therapy with the milquetoast ship’s counselor she ends up getting accidentally therapied by the experience. meanwhile, boimler accidentally learns that mariner is the captain’s daughter so that’s obviously gonna be a whole thing. a-rank

1x10 “no small parts”

there are a lot of things to love about this show in general, and this episode in particular, but i think the one i’m going to single out is the first canon appearance of captain william t. riker in command of the u.s.s. titan. i think i shrieked with joy at that the first time i saw this episode. s-rank

#star trek #star trek lower decks #star trek: lower decks #lower decks #tv #tv review #reviews #cartoon

[bomberqueen17]

reply-replies on ch 7

snipertrifle replied to your post fic update: growing out ch 7

Re:punchlines - one of the things I really like in your fic is how “messy” and organic everything feels. It feels much more like moments in a world than events in a story

ha, yeah, that’s the asthetic I’m going for!! A lot of works of fiction have this very like..... ship in a bottle sort of feeling. I’m thinking like-- Norman Rockwell paintings, right? The ones with crowd scenes? Every single person in the image is reacting to the central event of the painting, everyone is raptly interested in whatever minor drama is unfolding, there is never anyone just passing by or anyone who hasn’t noticed what’s happening yet or anyone just incidental to the composition, every single person in the frame is raptly invested in whatever thing is going on. And I get it, that’s good visual storytelling, but it always annoyed the shit out of me because while his images were extremely realistic, that’s just not ever how the world works. In a crowd scene of 20 people witnessing a boy asking a girl out I can see like five of them being like “aw that’s cute”, sure, but like, most of them would either be like “ew that was such an awkward phase of my life I feel for these kids and it’s gonna be a disaster anyway” or, like, “if I cross the street rn am i gonna get hit by a car” or something. Having twenty people all staring raptly at the young couple in vaguely supportive ways is just sort of bizarre-looking actually.

And I just really like telling stories where not everyone is privy to the Main Protagonist’s Innermost Thoughts and so isn’t totally up on what’s going on and isn’t necessarily on the same page, because they’ve got their own shit. It’s not really possible to tell a story like that in any kind of detail, so it’s mostly just alluding to ongoing offscreen stuff, but I just-- that’s what I find satisfying. And it’s probably why I wind up telling 300k-word stories all the time, LOL.

msilverstar replied to your post fic update: growing out ch 7

Excellent chapter, both Ves being comforting and Roche being melodramatic, I just realized it's like the books he loves

oh gosh yes it IS like those books, sort of.

Well I mean-- think about poor Vernon’s life. He’s grown up kicking around various brothels etc., which is not going to give him much of a great outlook on the concept of romantic/sexual love. He gets as far as his teenage experimentation phase, never really having experienced attraction, and then falls into the orbit of the fucking King, who takes a shine to him and proceeds to have a very bizarre but very sincere love affair with him and sure he means well but there’s literally no ethical and healthy way for an emotionally-stunted ruler of a nation to have any kind of relationship with a teenaged subject of literally zero standing. I explore this a bit with Saskia, that Iorveth is literally worshipping her as a god and yet they’re also fucking; she’s clearly got to be careful about how it works, and also has gone to some lengths to make sure he has other supports in his life. Foltest never really managed that, or even knew he ought to. And the fucking king cheats on him, too, hammering home that Vernon could never really be enough on his own, could never be acknowledged-- how is that, as a huge basis for your relationship? gotta do a number on you-- and then the king fucking dies.

So Vernon has had like. Absolutely no normal romantic interactions in his entire life to date. Nothing he has done has been in any way normal. And he’s spent his whole life reading these lurid novels, and actually some of what he has experienced is probably closer to those novels than most people’s real life.

So i’m just saying, like-- if there’s anyone in the world who has no fucking clue how to behave, it’s Vernon fucking Roche. So I could see how, for him, climbing a castle wall to spy on a love interest is a perfectly reasonable and valid thing to do. I had originally come up with the idea of him climbing the wall just to be sort of cracky, but then I concepted it out a little bit and was like wait, he actually would do that though, and so we have this delightful little treat. 

I invite you to contemplate whether anyone else might have also climbed this tower.

#my writing #replying to replies #peace-tied

[freebooter4ever]

Hi! I really love your work— do you have any advice for someone who doesn’t have a lot of experience drawing human forms/anatomy? I dont really know where to start 😅

Thank you!!!! ^_^

So first off, bear with me, I'm going to point you to some of my old old art. In general, any 'progress'/tutorial type stuff i post goes into the "wip" tag: freebooter4ever.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/wip

The rest of this discussion is going under a cut lol

I've been drawing since i was a kid - as my grandma likes to tell it i would sit quietly at the card table next to her and make her draw with me because "everyone can draw, grandma". Sometime around high school i got it into my head that i needed a 'class' to understand anatomy, as if it was just this magical thing i would suddenly understand. (college was useless) The truth is i didnt start getting better until recently, when i gave up trying to 'learn' anatomy and just started studying bodies. That sounds weird, but i don't know how else to describe it? If someone told me ages ago that i could learn anatomy the same way i self-disciplined myself into being able to pull out computer science concepts at the drop of the hat, i feel like i wouldn't have wasted so much time but anyway...

Check out any doodles before my mchanzo era for drawings that i did prior to getting serious about practice studies: freebooter4ever.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/mchanzo. Terrible anatomy. Atrocious. (with one exception that i still like which is a poster on sasha bees' wall hey bees if you're reading this) 2016 ish.

THEN 2017 i lost my job, moved away from pittsburgh, missed my DJ friends, watched a documentary on netflix about st*ve aoki (after watching everything vaguely DJ related on the streaming service lol), and the aoki drawing era begins: freebooter4ever.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/steve%20aoki. I joke that the way I learned anatomy was by becoming obsessed with a DJ who contorts himself into very strange positions and has photographers that take photos of him from LITERALLY every angle and who tends to walk around half naked an unusually large amount of time but like...that's literally what happened. Not that im saying you have to start drawing half naked DJ's...just find a subject you dont mind drawing hours of studies from and it makes it a lot easier.

When I'm doing 'studies' I tend to do two separate drawings. Initially I literally just 'study' what I'm looking at - I put it in photoshop and trace the lines that I see. I don't OUTLINE it, there is a huge difference. A lot of times the lines that stand out are not the outlines but rather a dominant shadow or sharp edge. After I feel like I've got a good handle on it, I do another drawing of the pose freehand. Then I take the original photo and put it underneath that drawing and check where I've messed up. If I'm completely off I throw it away and start again, lol. If there's a few errors I fix them. More and more lately I find that the freehand drawing is fairly accurate with anatomy unless it's an unusual or challenging perspective. I break this down more in this post using joe as an example: https://freebooter4ever.tumblr.com/post/633653906052923392/its-been-a-while-since-ive-posted-one-of-these

Those study drawings rarely see the light of day. I just delete them when I'm done because i didn't have an...aim...? For the drawing. They just were to learn.

The doodles that I post on here? Some of the simpler ones are practice sketches from gifs - i will have a gif running next to my drawing and will try to draw what i see, freehand. Some of the more complicated drawings/portraits are from photos - but there's usually something i see in the photo that i want to convey? Like light? or a specific part of anatomy? I dunno, i make shit up as i go.

AND THEN there's my favorite, when i have done all this practice and i can do shit like drawing characters from my imagination. Like kenny hugging his cat. These don't have any reference - im just relying on my memory of anatomy i've drawn in the past.

I dunno. Dont let bad anatomy get you down, just keep trying. My anatomy hero - a sculptor ethan idolized and i idolize by default - even said himself that he doesn't feel like an 'expert', and he's in his 40's and has been doing this shit for decades. Just draw!!! The more you do it, the more you'll start to see what you like, and how you can make it how you like even more. I still think my anatomy is bad, im still embarrassed by it. But i also know i've gotten better because i can see it now.

ANYWAY this is long, im exhausted, i have to go to bed now :) and i was serious about scheduling an abs livestream. Maybe this weekend if im ambitious.

#Wip #Anon

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, Vigilantes 76, Replies Part 2

1) ‘Yeah, that`s the Koichi we know and love, an absolute monster when it comes to maneuverability. Oh, if only he had got his license back then, just imagine the damage he would`ve done back in the main series.

I wonder how he would react to Hawks fucking stabbing Twice with a sword.

Probably would go like “wow, dude that`s not nice”’- Considering it turns out the only reason he hasn’t killed anybody so far is that he’s been pulling his punches, he’s probably have been upset with Hawks going that far, yeah. Hell, he’s probably at a level where he could have outmanoeuvred Hawks in that tiny cramped room, and beaten Twice’s duplication speed with his own rapid-fire piercing shots here. He’s a wimp when it comes to a punch-up, but in a mid-range fight? Koichi’s actually a beast. 2) “No better not, we could send you back in time by accident, we have to put some limiters on your top speed koichi, can you imagine the speed ticket you`d got by going faster than the speed of light?”- Kinda Ironic how the speed-based hero who takes inspiration from the Flash basically got a successor whose natural abilities turned him into a cross between said speedster and spiderman, and he didn’t even really know about it. Sure, he probably figured out what Koichi could really do once he got him to start pushing his Quirk a little, but it’s an interesting parallel to Izuku and All Might’s own coincidental meeting and the passing of OFA’s power between them. 3) “Oh, now we`re going over the double jump and float ability, aren`t we? Yeah that`s gonna be useful to be honest, it`s the only feasible way to actually grab Pop when she comes crashing down.”- Koichi’s particular grasp of these skills, whilst more attuned because of regular use, isn’t as freely-usable as they’ve seemed before. Koichi’s power would have out-stripped Pop’s own if he could have freely floated around in the sky like she did, and whist this double-jump does infringe upon it, her Quirk’s mechanics means she still has the edge in mid-air, whilst Koichi needs to ‘recharge’ on the buildings around them.

4) “Oh, we`re gonna go target practicing now? Alright koichi, the cans are worth 5 points, Soga`s head is worth 100, aim well and don`t hold back.”- The swinging target between his legs is 500, and the belly-button is 1000- especially if you nail it with a piercer.

5) “We still haven`t worked on a replacement for that name I see. Crap, I`m starting to suspect this name is here to stay.”- We can make Koichi into a competent fightr, but we can’t unmake him from being a Dork.

6) “C`mon Koichi, Puto is asking you to shot him at point blank, don`t leave him waiting. C`mon koichi, pull the trigger, do it. Full power, nail him to the wall with your quirk. “- He could get him through the wall, if he wanted to. 7) “WAIT

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ABOUT GETTING A LICENSE AND USING YOUR QUIRK IN EMERGENCIES? WHAT? FURUHASHI, YOU KNOW ARE NOT TRYING TO TURN THIS STORY INTO A FUCKING COLANDER, ARE YOU?”-  Koichi using the Shooty-go-Blam is defiantly a step up from his usual passive dodging antics, and a more marked step towards him taking the role of ‘fighter’ that Knuckle used to occupy, but I do appreciate seeing that even this was a gradual thing for Koichi, that he had to slowly work himself up to the idea that it was ok to strike back at an opponent, especially if he intentionally blunted the blow. But using padded safety gloves won’t let you knock down an enemy that needs to be stopped by force, and just like Izuku’s faced before in MHA, now Koichi finally has an opponent he cant run away from, not stop any other way but by taking them in a serious fight, and we get to see what he could have been like if he wasn’t underplaying everything his Quirk can do. 8) “Is it Koichi? You seem rather good at using it every time you need to, but then again, it is not like you had two years to practice and hone this ability in a safe environment outside of your work as a Vigilante, right?”- Koichi got complacent, but now, he’s finally got a reason to train himself, like Knuckle did every day, so he needs to start level-grinding what he can do asap. In fact, Koichi has always lacked an underlying motive to his heroism beyond simply helping people with minor actions. He never thought of himself as a real hero, so he was ok with his help being rejected or deemed ‘useless’, but I think one of the crucial differences between him and Izuku was that Izuku’s desire to help was offset by his Quirklessness and inability to do so, resulting in a feedback loop that slowly developed into his intense desire to save others once he finally had the power to do so, and accordingly, he devoted himself to his own training to master OFA with a mania that took All Might by surprise and nearly overworked himself. All Might similarly had the desire to help people despite being powerless, and Knuckle losing his Quirk motivated him to start finding ways to keep fighting crime with whatever he had left, but Koichi never having had any serious reasoning pushing him to excel his limits thanks to the safety nets afforded by his heroic allies and Knuckle hiding the VF from him meant he hasn’t pushed his powers and himself out of his comfort zone before now.

9) “Koichi, please, are we really doing this? By now you already used this quirk to save Captain Celebrity, and apparently used it quite some more afterwards during your Vigilantism bouts, do we really need an excuse for you to never have used it at full power, after the fight with the Octo-nomu, where you already used it at full power?”- Full-blast? Yes. Full piercing? No, he actually didn’t use it to that extent, and given how volatile the Bomu was, a kill shot might have actually set it off completely. Octo-nomu is less justified, but it harkens back to Izuku learning how his immense strength can easily kill or hurt somebody by accident early on in the series, and desperately trying to find some way to limit himself to a usable level before he could earnestly train himself up to use it as a hero in action. Koichi never wanted to hurt those he was fighting, merely distract or confuse them, but it does make his prior actions of running to heroes for aid somewhat comical in retrospect. All those villains who kept attacking him, and he could have blown a hole through their heads on reflex if he was more used to using this power in a combat situation.

10) “Oh- Now that`s what I like to see Koichi, that`s a general improvement over your last “full power blast”

Huh, I wonder when did you get that powerful with it, was it, dare I say, during those last two skipped years?”- Koichi has upgraded from ‘gun’ to ‘rifle’. The grooves on the barell make the cynlindrical bullet spin as it exits, drilling through the air to shoot farther and more accurately. Similarly, I think Koichi is applying some kind of torque or such to the compressed core of the Shooty-Go-Blam, making it shoot more akin to an actual bullet than a tennis ball. 11) “but yeah, that is a considerable power-up, holy shit dude, the last time that thing was fired it took quite some charging time and all it did was make the octo-nomu mad, now you`re firing it like a fucking machine gun jesus my boy”-Koichi’s been used to being the supporting character for a front-line fighter like Knuckle. Now he’s stripped of either of his allies, it turns out he always had to ability to be a serious force in a fight himself, now he’s stepping up to take Knuckles’ place as the brawler in this little group, even if his fighting style is different from Knuckles’ – in fact, it’s even deadlier than the guy who’d sneak-attack you with a brick to the skull.

12) “Don`t give us that face Pop, you know that his fate was always to kill someone with that quirk.

And, as it seems to be, the one he`ll need to take down with it is no other than you.

Fuck, that`s definitely an ironic twist of fate for you.”- Pop was always the fetter that held Koichi back from going to far into his vigilantism, and now she’s the reason he’ll cast aside his wishy-washy stance and finally dirty his hands.

(Vigilantes ch 66)

13) “I`m not even joking, I`m legitimately mad right now. How the fuck- who the fuck thought that skipping the whole fucking story of Koichi learning how to be a vigilante on his own was a good idea?”- Turns out it’s because whilst Koichi has been ‘learning the ropes’ on how to be a vigilante, he has technically stalled for the last few years and hasn’t made any serious breakthroughs with his quirk like he did before until this act, when the stakes are at their most dire and he’s actually got to run up against the law with real consequences this time, in so doing rapidly undergoing an evolution into an actual efficient crime-fighter, now that it’s all on him to save the day the ‘right’ way. So yeah, it’s jarring, but we haven’t skipped the story of Koichi becoming a vigilante, we’ve just skipped the parts where he stayed ‘lost in the fantasy’ of being a semi-hero within the boundaries of the law, until this act, where he decides to become a real hero regardless of what the law says, crossing the point of no return in the process, which he couldn’t have done before because it would have cost him the life he’d built up in Naruhata. (Vigilantes ch 67) 14) “You know, I get why she`s coming back into focus, Furuhashi seems to have turned his evil gaze towards Pop and she`s the one that will be going through the character building machine, meaning of course she`ll have some hard times until she take actions for what she wants,but really, we barely had time for Pop to come to terms with it before Makoto came back. “- The hard times are a-coming for everybody and now it’s Koichi’s turn to suffer alongside Pop! Though this also seems to be setting the stage for him finally stepping up to be the hero he always was inside now it’s do-or-let-Pop-Die time. @thelreads

#bnha #bnha vigilantes #my hero academia #thelreads #chapter replies #vigilantes 76

[changqwi]

            “  my only sin was not the one which you accuse me of  ,  but for trusting that you’d do me no harm  .  for the last time  ,  i shall bear the burden of your rumors and die with them  ,  but never once  ,  shall i wish you peace  .  ”

name:  YVAIN SAVIA ALBA aka:  eve, sav, savi age:  29 (at death)  /  20 (currently) gender:  female (she/her) orientation:  demisexual / demiromantic occupation:  noble lady  ,  mage

PERSONALITY: 

+ve:  intelligent, generous, loving, protective, responsible, caring, tolerant, patient, loyal, confident -ve:  overly trusting, distant, secretive, regretful, aloof, quiet, brooding, distrustful, naive, suspicious

TIDBITS:

>  died at the age of 29 via beheading  ;  due to her former lover’s misunderstanding and a rival spreading rumors about her >  formerly a talented mage and alchemist  ,  a woman said to be on the verge of revolutionizing the world  ,  but her ideas were stolen and her rival told everyone that she had stolen their idea and that she’s been bullying them >  though withstanding the vicious rumor for many years  ,  enduring because she naively thought the truth would ultimately come out and that her lover would continue to stand by her side . . . >  an incident between her and her rival had caused such a large ripple that she was framed for something she hadn’t done  (  wrong place  ,  wrong time  )  ,  leading to her imprisonment  ,  the loss of everything  ,  and her life  .  her family ultimately turned their back on her just so they won’t be stained with dishonor  . >  ultimately  ,  she figured that her sin was only because she loved too much  ,  trusted too much  ,  seeing as no one was on her side  ,  she gave up her will to live . . . cursing her lover and rival out until her last breath  . >  when she returned  ,  she had little idea WHY and HOW because time and revival magic is taboo . . . but she didn’t question it  .  she tried to rule her past life as a NIGHTMARE  ,  but she knew it to be oh-so-real . . . and because of that  ,  she started to distance herself from everyone that hurt her >  breaking off her engagement  ,  overly critical of people who approached her with good will  ,  protected her work and research under lock & key as well as magic spells  ,  distanced herself from former friends  ,  so forth . . .  >  figured it was better to be ALONE than to be stabbed in the back by those she loved and trusted  . >  swore to never love again nor let anyone close  ,  buries herself in work and decided this was her second chance to perfect all the things she’s failed  .

#( 新來的好朋友 ╱ new muses. ) #here we go our stereotypical reincarnation muse :))