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quicktosimp · 3 months

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Midnight Urges

Romancing Pandora Day 01 - Somnophilia

Jake Sully/Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Somnophilia, Alien Genitalia, Fingering

Summary: It's a beautiful night, yet my mate is sleeping behind me while I lay awake and yearning.

Words: 779

The moons were high in the sky; stars were twinkling, and only the occasional sounds of the animals skittering around could be heard. Jake and I had already spent a good portion of the night with each other, sweat glistening off our bodies, and we moaned our pleasure into the night. Jake took care of me splendidly, cleaning me up, then wrapping me in his arms and drifting off to sleep. Well, only he slept; the heat in my core burned as if it had never been dosed.

Jake’s steady breathing behind me brushes against my neck, causing my skin to pebble; his strong arm wrapped around my waist, right next to my central slit, exactly where I need him. I bite my lip at the thought: how could I use my mate in such a way? But I can’t wake him; he has already worked a hard day as Olo’eyktan and even made sure I was taken care of, six times, to be precise! But his hand is right there… Surely Jake wouldn’t mind?

I trace my fingers down Jake’s arm, feeling each ridge of muscle and protruding vein, and I can feel more slick gush from my slit. My fingers wrapped around his wrist, slowly moving Jake’s hand closer to my slit, and the heat from the palm of his hand on my slit caused me to moan. I shut my mouth quickly and waited, listening to Jake’s breathing; a slight snuffle and his arm tightened around me, his hand pressing tighter into my slit. My eyes rolled back into my head as I held back another moan. His large hand covered my slit from top to bottom, stimulating every part of me, causing a pulsing heat throughout my core. My slick coated Jake’s hand, making it slippery, seeping through his fingers and wetting my own hand. I slowly released the breath I was holding as I waited for Jake to still again.

As Jake’s breathing eased out, mine sped up. I licked my lips, realizing this was my last chance to stop, but the throbbing in my core built the fogginess in my head. With one last shuttering breath, I rolled my hips, grinding myself into his hand. A stuttering breath left my lips as the friction burned my slit, my wetness leaking out, and I needed more. I ground myself into Jake’s palm again, spreading the same heat throughout my body. I did it again and again, the heat building, but it wasn’t enough. With a whine, I rolled my hips harshly, wanting to cum, but unable to. I lean by my head the best I could with Jake behind me, stifling a whine from my frustration. I thumbed at Jake’s hand through my motions, feeling the veins along his hand and his long, thick fingers. Fingers that wrap around my limbs, pushing my knees next to my ears, that slide into my mouth, gaging my on them, that slide into my slit forcing me to stretch wide around then, that bring me to orgasm over and over again. Sweat built along my body, dripping onto our sleep mat. I did my best to gently fold Jake’s fingers inside me, fighting to get the dead weight to push inside my aching slit. My jaw dropped from his thick digits slipping inside me; I was lost. I rolled my hips into his fingers. The stretch burned just right as I continued to fuck myself, using his sleeping form for my own pleasure. All I could think of was the pleasure as the coil inside me tightened. My hips became erratic as I sought my release; I panted and moaned as my high neared.

“Oh fuck, Jake, Jake, Jake,” I moaned, unashamed, as I fucked into his fingers more about to cum.

A rough tongue licked the sweat off my neck as a deep chuckle sounded through our kelku, “Needy little thing, aren’t you? Trying to fuck yourself on my fingers, acting like I haven’t taken care of you today.”

Jake ripped his fingers out of my slit and rolled us over so he was pinning me underneath him. He grabbed my wrists in one hand, holding them above my head.

A flush covered my cheeks from being caught, and I tried to stutter out an excuse, “Jake, I-”

“Ahaha, you didn’t ask for permission to use my fingers in your naughty little fuck hole, so I’m not going to let you try and excuse yourself.”

Jake brought his face close to mine, his sanhì glowing brightly in the night, hiding the darkness in his eyes, “By the end of tonight, you’ll never make this mistake again.”

Taglist: @eywaite, @loakstahni

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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filthyfluffyfantasies · 8 months

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─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

❝hey baby girl! you look lost. maybe I should escort you back to the north side.❞

you roll your eyes as soon as you hear what the ghoulie is saying to you and you fume. if not for sweetpea and the stupid school project, you think to yourself, i wouldn't even be over on the south side past midnight. as the footsteps pick up behind you and the ghoulie continues to call out to you and try to get you to stop, you pick up your own pace.

sweetpea picks up his pace to match your own. when he heard what the ghoulies were planning after you left the wyrm, he rushed out the back way and he thought he'd catch up to you, maybe walk you home. just as you're about to turn the corner up the block, he closes the gap between you and a massive ring adorned hand clamps down on your shoulder, bringing you to a full stop.

❝get your fucking hands offa me!❞ you yell as you spin around fast, this catapulting you right into the towering mass that is sweetpea. you stare up at him for a few seconds, puzzled by his sudden appearance because when you left him at the wyrm, he was about to start a game of pool with that guy, fangs. your nose wrinkles. ❝you? what do you want, hm?❞ you question, your hand settled on your right hip as you tap your foot and your eyes dart around, just to be on the safe side.

❝Easy, princess.❞ sweetpea raises both hands as if to surrender and for the third time that night, eyes as dark as the night sky rake over your body. he steps closer, the front of your body bumping against the front of his softly. ❝you kiss your mother with that mouth, princess?❞ he teases; he's being a shit and he knows it. you roll your eyes and hold up your middle finger at him. ❝i thought you were that ghoulie asshole.❞ you mutter after seconds that seem to stretch on and on, forever.

sweetpea clenches his fists when you mention that one of the ghoulies was already harrassing you. you're the one who just had t' work with her, man. it's your fault she's even over on this side of the tracks to start with. - the thought comes and sweetpea raises his free hand - the one not resting on your hip at the moment, and rubs his face. ❝i'm walkin you home. fangs was right. i never shoulda let you leave by yourself.❞

and it's not a question, it's not an offer. it's a command. spoken in the firmest tone as sweetpeas' eyes dance over your little body and the way you've done it again, migrated closer to him. no matter how much you live to make his life hell, you're always close. too close. touching him with your smaller hands, your perfume making his mouth water, the flush in your cheeks and the flare of your nostrils when he's taken things too far and made you angry getting him all hot and bothered.

he's a little surprised when you meet his demand with no resistance, only a tired sigh and a grumbled obscenity under your breath as the two of you begin to trudge towards the grassy knoll that separates his side of the tracks from yours.

but the silence is too much. it's thick and heavy, it's enough to strangle you both. as you draw to a stop at the flickering streetlamp across the street from your house, you nod your head towards the house as you gaze up at the massive south sider.

❝well, this is it.❞ you mumble, uggs shuffling against concrete as you linger, hesitant to get in out of the cold. you're dying to ask him why he insisted you partner with him earlier in class but deep down you realize that asking will be you, opening pandora's box.

and maybe it's just better this way. maybe if you don't ask you can safely keep fighting the sparks you felt earlier tonight at the wyrm, sitting side to side with him in a back booth at the wyrm.

sweetpea starts to walk away, assuming you've gone inside after watching you walk up the concrete walkway that leads up your sloping front lawn to your porch. so this time, he's the one surprised when he's turned around. shoved up against the trunk of the nearest tree that lines the street as you mold yourself against him and raise to tiptoe, just barely grazing warm,soft lips against his in a chaste kiss as your hand lingers against his cheek. as you seem to come to your senses and pull away, sweetpea blinks, dazed.

before he can ask you why the hell you kissed him, you've bolted up your walkway and through the front door to your house, door banging shut behind you and the sound echoing off the night air.

he stands there to collect himself for a second or two and then he starts to make his way back over to the south side... more confused than ever now, no thanks to your little kiss.

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stell404 · 1 year

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𝗜𝗩. 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗦

𝗢𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗜'𝗠 𝗨𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗧, 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗨𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗜𝗧

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Family jewels masterlist | back to navigation Parings: Sully family x reader, jake sully x daughter!reader Word count: 887 Notes: I hate this chapter but like I hope you guys like it 😭 so so sorry if it took forever and if it's horrible😞 Taglist: @lorre-verie @eywas-heir @damiiworld @arianapjs @arminsgfloll @buterccup @ifuckinghatemathrahhhhhh @zaddyneteyamlovergirl @inluvwithneteyam @il0vejj @neteyamforlife @ducks118 @ssc7514@liyahsocorro @saltedcoffeescotch @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @avatar4life @wheezy223 @venomsvl @heart-an0n @myh3artttt

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Back in high camp, the family was a mess, the clan was a mess. The crowd went silent as she ran, looking over their Olo'eyktan, hoping he'd do something; run after her, or shout at her to come back, at least. But he didn't do anything.

The clan didn't know what to do, or what to feel, they had never seen this happen; this was new. As much as they were annoyed by that Sully kid, they couldn't help but to feel a tinge of worry.

Neytiri dragged Jake back to their tent, holding him by the ear, as Mo'at shooed the prying people away.

"What were you thinking?" Neytiri hissed once they reached a secluded area of their tent.

"What? It's not my fault that she was stupid enough to actually go." he scoffed.

"She could die, Jake." Neytiri said, her voice breaking, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Suddenly, Jake was hit with a terrible realization. He killed his daughter.

His ears laid flat on his skull. His heart thumping as if it was gonna burst out of his chest.

How could he do this?

Why did he do this?

Why did this happen?

What happened?

Millions of questions ran through his head. His memories with his daughter played back from the beginning, her first word, her first few steps, her first hunt, their first fight.

His mind played every single memory, looking for the one that ruined them. But he couldn't find it, it was like it was erased from his life, deleted. Or maybe he just was not looking harder, scared that he would see what he does not want to see.

He heard cries, snapping him from his thoughts. Looking up, he was greeted with the sight of his family in a state of desolation.

He hated this. He hated himself. Something in him changed, snapping back to what he used to be; a father that loved his daughter. In that moment he would do anything. Anything.

"Neteyam, Lo'ak. Come with me, we'll look for her. Kiri, stay here with your mother and Tuk, arrange a search party, get the best hunters, fighter, healers—just anyone." he ordered, his voice laced with desperation

He would do anything to find her, he would send out an army for her. All he wanted was his little girl back. He was willing to do anything.

[Name] found herself standing in the entrance of the Ikran rookery. It was dark, the bioluminescent plants being the only lighting up the way. The cold wind brushed against her skin.

She started to walk in with hesitance.

Why was she hesitating?

She did want this, right?

Right?

Regardless of her skepticism, she continued to walk in. Heart pounding fast.

The Ikran rookery was majestic, there were many Ikrans, all of different colors. All of the Ikran were asleep, but one awoke the second she walked in. At first she didn't see it. It sat in the corner near the vines alone.

The Ikran was a beautiful dark blue-purple color, getting darker and darker as it reached the tail, it was the color of the midnight sky. It had green freckle-like dots surrounding its body, making it easier for it to blend in the dark forests of Pandora.

Before [Name] could admire its beauty, the Ikran launched towards her, knocking her down. Quickly, she held on to its neck and managed to swing herself on it.

The Ikran screeched, trying its very best to shake her off. She grabbed her queue to connect it to the Ikran, but, before she managed to make the bond, the Ikran jumped off the cliff; taking her down with it.

"Shit." she whispered to herself, breathing rapidly, as she was falling down.

"Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried as she noticed she was nearing the ground. Quickly, she grabbed her queue and connected it to the Ikran, she felt the bond being made, she felt what he felt, what he thinks, his heartbeat, his breath, everything.

But still it did nothing, the ground was only a few feet away, she panicked, breath getting faster and faster. She did not want to die.

Not yet.

Not here.

Not like this.

Her Ikran kept screeching, panicking as well.

"Just shut up and fly straight!" she shouted, the ground being very very close to them. The Ikran quickly flew up, saving both of them.

They soared around the sky, and just then [Name] felt true freedom her whole life. She felt the cold breeze on her skin and the wind hugged her.

"Woooo! This is awesome!" she exclaimed in happiness, letting her arms spread out as her Ikran flew to the horizon.

Hours have passed, [Name] sat on the edge of a cliff with her new found friend right beside her.

"So...bud, what should I name you?" she asked, lightly nudging her Ikran.

"What do you feel about Jo?" she said, a slight giggle leaving her lips. The Ikran nudged her, burying his head on her shoulder.

"I think that's a yes," she laughed. "so Jo, do you think we should come back?"

Jo didn't react.

Should she come back? No her father would kill her

But what about her siblings?

Her mom?

Spider. What about all that?

What would Jake think?

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cruelsummer-ficfest · 8 months

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Hey Kids—Reading is Fun!

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Your mods (@femme--de--lettres and @greyeyedmonster-18) are beside themselves with how many of you have participated in Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour this year.

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Era One (Debut/Midnights)

Stay Beautiful (Regulus x James)

Sweet Nothing (Ted Tonks x Andromeda Black)

Midnight Rain (Sirius x Remus)

A Perfectly Good Heart (Harry/Fred/George)

Bigger Than the Whole Sky (Lavender x Pansy)

Anti-Hero (Sirius x Remus)

Tim McGraw (James x Lily)

Invisible (Harry x Ginny)

Should've Said No (Ron x Hermione)

Dear Reader (Draco x Astoria, Part 1 of 6)

Glitch (Bellatrix Black x Voldemort)

The Outside (Ron x Hermione)

Bejeweled (Ron x Hermione)

Maroon (Ron x Hermione)

Teardrops on My Guitar (Ron x Hermione)

Mastermind (Ron x Hermione)

Era Two (1989/Evermore)

Wonderland (Snape x Trelawney)

Dorothea (Sirius x Remus)

New Romantics (Regulus x Lily)

You Are In Love (James x Lily)

Wildest Dreams (Sirius x James)

Long Story Short (Draco x Harry)

This Love (Pandora x Lily)

All You Had to Do Was Stay (Hermione x Pansy)

Shake It Off (Draco x Harry)

I Wish You Would (James x Lily)

Blank Space (Ron x Hermione)

I Know Places (Draco x Hermione)

Gold Rush (Ron x Hermione)

Welcome to New York (Sirius x Remus)

Style (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Happiness (Narcissa Black x Emmeline Vance)

Tis the Damn Season (Harry x Bill Weasley)

It's Time to Go (Teddy x Victoire)

Cowboy Like Me (Astoria x Hermione)

Champagne Problems (Draco x Astoria, Part 2 of 6)

Era Three (Red/Lover)

The Moment I Knew (Ron x Hermione)

You Need to Calm Down (Draco x Harry)

Sad Beautiful Tragic (Draco x Astoria)

Nothing New (ft. Phoebe Bridgers) (Ron x Hermione)

All of the Girls You Loved Before (Sirius x Remus)

State of Grace (James x Lily)

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince Draco x Astoria, Part 3 of 6)

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Harry x Tom Riddle)

The Last Time (ft. Gary Lightbody) (Ron x Hermione)

All Too Well (Ron x Hermione)

The Archer (Pandora Lovegood x Lily Evans)

Babe (Ron x Hermione)

Run (ft. Ed Sheeran) (Narcissa x Lily)

Cornelia Street (Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood)

Everything Has Changed (ft. Ed Sheeran) (Sirius x Remus)

The Very First Night (Ron x Hermione)

Girl at Home (Alecto Carrow x Narcissa Black)

Forever Winter (Draco x Astoria)

Afterglow (Ron x Hermione)

Holy Ground (Romione)

Stay Stay Stay (Blaise Zabini x Daphne Greengrass)

False God (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Era Four (Fearless/Reputation)

Come in With the Rain (Ginny & Hermione)

Look What You Made Me Do (Ron x Hermione)

That's When (ft. Keith Urban) (James x Lily)

Fifteen (James x Lily)

Tell Me Why (Harry x Charlie Weasley)

The Best Day (Percy x Oliver Wood)

Call It What You Want (Ron x Hermione)

You Belong With Me (Ron x Hermione)

Untouchable (Narcissa x Lily)

Change (Ron x Hermione)

Superstar (Draco x Hermione)

Forever and Always (Piano Version) (Draco x Astoria)

King of My Heart (Ron x Hermione)

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (James x Lily)

Fearless (Ron x Hermione)

The Way I Loved You (James x Lily)

Gorgeous (Ron x Hermione)

Bye Bye Baby (Ron x Hermione)

White Horse (James x Lily)

…Ready for It? (Blaise Zabini x Daphne Greengrass)

Don’t You (Ron x Hermione)

I Did Something Bad (Draco x Astoria, Part 4 of 6)

The Other Side of the Door (Sirius x Remus)

Era Five (Speak Now/Folklore)

Haunted (Bellatrix x Lily)

Enchanted (Ron x Hermione)

Innocent (Draco & Narcissa Malfoy)

Back to December (Ron x Hermione)

The 1 (Ron x Hermione)

Exile (ft Bon Iver) (Ron x Hermione)

Mad Woman (Draco x Harry)

Invisible String (Sirius x Remus)

Cardigan (Ron x Hermione)

Epiphany (Padma Patil x Theodore Nott)

Mirrorball (Draco x Harry)

Mine (Harry/Fred/George)

Mean (Ron x Hermione)

This Is Me Trying (Marcus Flint x Percy Weasley)

Timeless (Ron x Hermione)

My Tears Ricochet (Ron x Hermione)

Seven (Sirius x Remus)

I Can See You (Sirius x Remus)

Foolish One (Angelina Johnson x George Weasley)

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neteyummydrabbles · 1 year

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glistening drops of honey [part 3]

tingle your senses with part 2 here:

pairing: neteyam x fem human reader warnings: cringe, daddy jake words: 788 (longest one yet help)

"who was he?"

while i was busy thirsting over my mystery man, his lips suddenly parted, smashing into mine. “drop your weapons and surrender!”, he commanded. “yeah, we’re literally twice your size bruh”, said the shorter one. i squealed and tripped on some vine, falling flat on my face. the taller na’vi wasted no time in grabbing the opportunity and my ass to throw me over his shoulder. “what are you waiting for, lo’ak?!??! gRAB THEM!!! we gotta take them to sir!” ah, so the shorter one had a name. we were too dazed from our midnight journey to fight back - and i couldn't deny that a part of me was enjoying this sudden turn in our illegal thievery venture. soon, the rest of the gang was hoisted over the na'vi shoulders, and we were skedaddling away into the forest like a gang of oompa loompas.

i think the appropriate bodily reaction to a situation like this would be a seizure and an aneurysm, but all i could think of was the feeling of the na’vi’s broad and muscular shoulders against my petite frame. his voice was playing over and over in my head- i felt my heat twitching.

after a long, bouncy, eerily silent journey, we reached a camp brimming with thrust thirst worthy na’vi. a tall, daddy na’vi adorned with beads and jewellery approached us. “neteyam, what’s going on?!”, he asked. “we found them in the jungle carrying guns, with prospective malicious intent, sir”. oh great, he was smart too??!!

“neteyam”, i gasped underneath my breath. his name... neteyam... it slipped so comfortably off my tongue. even his name sent shivers down my broken spine.

daddy creeped towards us, “why are you here?”, he asked with a hoarse voice. it almost sounded like a demand. ooh zaddy- wait, what?? i mentally slapped myself. bitch, calm yo tits.

“we’re not here for trouble, we’re just trying to stay alive”, pleaded trystan. “the earth is doomed. the poor have no way to survive - believe me when i say we had no other choice.” as our heart rates rose, frantically trying to escape, something clicked in my brain. those eyes, his face, his voice- why did it all sound so familiar?

"MAJAKE???!!!" a voice echoed from afar. wait- JAKE?? JAKE SULLY??!!?? not a single person on earth hadn't heard of that name and the tales about it.

"y-you ..... y-" kobra stuttered, in disbelief that we were standing before the very man who had allegedly defeated the first military pandora mission and shapeshifted to a pandorian creature. "yes," he calmly uttered. "i know. not just about the things they say of me, but the state of the earth and the desperation it can cause in starving souls." we exchanged panicked, shocked glances among one another. "but this place saved me- i realised the gravity of the destructive tendencies of my people, and have grown to call this my home. its community, the way they care for their planet was like a calling, rescuing me from the materialism and disrespect of the sky people." he explained, with pain and regret in his eyes.

"but", he added, "it can save you too." he smoldered, looking my seductive anatomy up and down.

we pondered the offer before us - we knew he was right. a life on earth was not worth destroying and robbing a thriving ecosystem- no amount of extraterrestrial resources could undo the damage done to our home. this - this was redemption. i was certain of it. there was a glint in my siren eyes- i had had an epiphany.

as realisation sunk in, i barely noticed arrows driving through the flailing bodies of kobra, trystan and nitro. both the na'vi and I knew they would never accept the ways of peace, no matter how fruitful the outcome may be. they were the last humans i would see for years to come. but there was something about me that seemed to gain their trust. "i see it in your eyes, the way your hips swayed as you entered"- jake recited. "you were born to be here, just like me."

a slender woman hissed from behind jake, teeth baring . i felt a convulsion in my body. he sighed and strode toward me, "your name?"

“y-y/n” i said timidly, fidgeting with my fingers, and playing with my knotted hair. “neteyam, why don’t you go show y/n around?” jake suggested.

my core tightened.

i observed the annoyance evident in neteyam's expression. despite being burly, brawny and robust, neteyam was no match for jake sully's intimidating gaze. he nodded hesitantly as our orbs met.

i bashfully smoldered, a tinge of pink dusting my soft, bouncy cheeks. both sets of cheeks.

thanks for reading :D likes, reblogs and follows are greatly appreciated <3

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thatravenpuffgirl · 1 year

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The Maranders being chaotic - incorrect quotes

James: screams Sirus: Screams louder to establish dominance Peter: Should we do something? Remus: No, I want to see who wins.

James: Tonight, one of you will betray us. Sirus: Is it me, James? James: No, it’s not you. Remus: Is it me, James? James: It’s not you either. Peter: Is it me, James? James: James, mockingly: Is IT mE James?

Sirius: I think James was right. Remus: I'm surprised they haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.' Peter: They wouldn't do that. James: You're right, Peter. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that. James: *turns around, the shirt they're wearing says 'Peter Told You So' on the back*

Peter: Why are James and Sirus sitting with their backs to each other? Remus: They had a fight. Peter: Then why are they holding hands? Remus: They get sad when they fight.

James: Dammit, Sirus! Sirus: What?! It wasn’t me! James: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Remus! Remus: Not me either. James: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Peter: *whistles*

Remus: How did none of you hear what I just said? James: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Peter: I got distracted about halfway through. Sirius: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Sirius: *writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen* I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

Lily: I’m in love with you. James: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Lily: I know. James: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Regulus: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart-shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Pandora: I wrote you a poem. Regulus: *already crying*: You did?

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vxnillite · 3 months

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is this hurt/comfort

maybe, but instead of a ship, it's my oc and their mother figure at work :D

i forgot how i format this stuff

Characters: Noah ©️ me, Nina Cortez ©️ @smoldoddles (the bestie ever)

Word count: 2436

set just a few days after the RDA left Pandora in the first movie when, I assume, those who stayed continued operation of Hell's Gate

Breakfast. Check.

Coffee. Check.

Daily avatar exercise. Check.

Morning routine check on the staff. Not quite.

Nina, back in her human self for now, breezed through the SciOps lab doors and made a beeline to one particular desk station. All of the owner's documents were cleanly and perfectly stacked, their pens neat in the pencil holder, but the thinnest layer of dust had made the desk its new home. Nina held the overlooking lamp and frowned when she felt it. Cold.

"Where's Noah," she asked, looking forlorn at the abandoned desk.

The scientist stationed opposite Noah looked up from her work. Usually quite cheerful, Angela answered without her signature smile to light her face up. "They haven't come in today, Dr. Cortez." She sighed heavily. "They didn't come back yesterday after lunch."

Nina recalled breakfast that morning. She'd reported to the mess hall a lot earlier than usual, but only because she woke up rather early that day. She, then, finished breakfast before the first wave of staff came in for their own, and since Noah was usually a late riser, Nina didn't expect to catch them at the mess hall. The decision to go on about her morning like usual suddenly felt like a crime, guilt and disappointment in herself crashing down on the doctor. The only relief she could afford herself at the moment was a quiet sigh.

Angela must've heard it though. "Well, it's not like we're keeping up attendance anymore, right, Doc?" She tilted her head as she cracked a half-smile. "I heard Noah fought alongside the Na'vi in the fight 3 days ago. They're probably just tired from that."

Nina thought it was a good point. She straightened herself up and said, "I'll go check on them."

"I hope they're just resting. Surely, they'd need as much of it as they can get." Angela replied. Her eyes fell on the empty desk across her before meeting Nina's gaze again. "Tell them I miss my desk neighbor, yeah?"

Nina smiled and nodded at her before turning on her heel and heading back out the door. Her route now would be short, just a few turns then down the elevator to the level below the labs where the SciOps living hubs stood, now far less occupied with just about half of the residents left. While that meant there was a shorter waiting time at the showers, the remaining staff of Hell's Gate were now at the phase of figuring out how to run the facility with less than half of its people left. As someone who was higher than most on the political hierarchy, Nina had become a supervising figure for the continuing operation of Hell's Gate, not just of the SciOps division. Part of the reason was her seniority, but another was her military experience, which made Nina the ideal person to also direct the SecOps division in the Colonel's absence. In turn, though, her schedule was almost still as packed as it was before the rebellion.

But Nina had finished her rounds on both SecOps and SciOps, and everything was more or less running perfectly. So now, Nina was going to attend to a more personal task, one that she was taking on as both Noah's senior and, more importantly, as their friend.

Nina knocked twice on the door of Noah's quarters. "Noah, it's Nina," she called out. "May I come in?"

No answer.

Fearing that history was repeating itself—this was only the 2nd time ever that Noah had disappeared from the labs—Nina pulled out a security card and tapped it on the scanner next to the door. The light changed from red to green.

That security card was such a handy tool that the security staff gave to her after her informal promotion to SecOps supervisor. Nina had used it to sneak into the pantry for a midnight snack once already. But while her use of it now was rather invasive at surface-level, Nina knew better than to let Noah lock themselves in their room to wallow and rot in self-pity, even in spite of recent events.

The last time Noah had shut the world out, it was because theirs had shattered. Now, it would seem that it was happening all over again.

But much to her surprise, then worry, Noah was not in their quarters. The bed was made but cold. It didn't seem like Noah had just gotten up and left for the showers or something. Nina surveyed the room more closely. A black oversized jacket, Kevin's, was hung over the desk chair. Noah's data pad was missing from its charging pod. Their boots were missing, too.

'Where could they be,' Nina thought worriedly. As she surveyed the room one last time, she briefly wondered if Noah had ever even been in this room since the rebellion. It seemed as such.

If that was the case, then waiting around for Noah to come back wasn't the best thing to do right now, Nina decided. So she left the room. The door somberly closed behind her. For a moment, she stood in the middle of the empty hallway in quiet thought.

While doing her rounds that morning, Nina had asked every person she could if they had seen Noah. Alas, her little investigation had been fruitless. More "I think I saw"s than "Yeah, they were here"s than she would have liked. Their own living quarters had been the last on her mental checklist, but now she was thinking they could be hiding out somewhere else. But Kevin's old room had long been occupied by a different person, so Noah couldn't have gone there.

So maybe... it was a different soldier's room they were in.

Nina made a pitstop to the records office, where she found just one guy working on his computer. He was the only one from his department to defect.

"I'm a little busy right now," Alex hollered without looking up from the monitor. He seemed more stressed than mean, but there was a sprinkle of the latter.

Nina kept walking toward him. "Alex, I need a favor."

Alex stopped immediately. "Dr. Cortez," he stammered as he swiveled his chair in his direction, a crooked smile forced on his face, "I didn't know it was you. Um, what can I do for you?"

"Room assignments, you've got them, right?"

"Sure do."

"Great. I need Harper Zdinarsk's. SecOps."

Not a second was wasted as Alex pulled up a new window and rapidly typed the name into the search bar. When the results popped up, he read out the needed information, "Harper Zdinarsk. 129 in the SecOps wing."

"Was it ever accessed," Nina asked.

Alex scrolled down to the room access history section. He paled at what he saw. "Opened via DMT 2 days ago." His voice shook the tiniest bit as he added, "But this soldier is dead, one of the casualties from the fight."

Nina hummed. "Was her body found?"

"No, but we assumed she was dead because she wasn't with the people who went back to Earth." Alex swallowed nervously, his trembling hands glued to his desk made Nina pity the poor man. "Doc, are we being haunted?"

"Psh, of course not."

Satisfied with the information she got, Nina began walking back out of the room. Just as she had a foot out of the door, she looked back at Alex, smiling cheekily at the spooked man. "But if you hear something creepy, maybe just log that into the records~"

Nina spared herself a giggle at her own teasing before refocusing herself as she was a few paces down the hall. The SecOps living hubs were just around the corner, and as if Eywa herself had blessed Nina that day, Room 129 was just the 3rd door.

She knocked. "Noah, it's Nina. I'm coming in, okay?"

The steel door hissed open as Nina pocketed her security card. Then, once the door closed behind her, locking out the noise of Hell's Gate, she heard a voice she was sure did not belong to anyone currently in that dark, unlit room.

"Why are you filming me," Z asked, a laughter carrying her words from a distance. "Am I on the observation list today?"

Noah laughed as well, their voice louder. "Yeah, I'm filming a worrywart in her natural habitat, and she's once again worrying about if a blade of grass would strike and poison me. Oh, no," they dragged, "I got stung, ah!"

"Oh, whatever shall I do," Z replied with a playful, exaggerated eye roll. It was weird to see her not locked and loaded with her gun just dismissed to her side.

The camera wobbled as Noah groaned dramatically. "It hurts so bad, oh my god."

In a split-second, Z's carefree expression hardened and she approached Noah. The closer she got to the camera, the clearer the worry was on her features, furrowed brows, a stiff frown, but a contrasting softness in her eyes. "Hey, wait, are you serious right now?"

The camera stopped shaking and Noah responded in a monotone voice, "Nah."

Z clicked her tongue, and Noah laughed again. Nina found herself infected by the cheerfulness of the avatar behind the camera, so did Z, it seemed.

Then, the video ended.

The light was now open. Noah, the one who was sitting on the edge of Z's bed, hovered their finger over the play button. Their data pad laid on their lap, no doubt forcing them into a very uncomfortable position for their neck. Still, they were unmoving apart from the hand tautly fiddling with the hem of their oversized shirt. Stencil-printed letters on the left chest read "SecOps".

Beside them, Nina sat silently. The ache in her chest was growing close to unbearable. The sting in her eyes was demanding relief. But she kept herself together, observing Noah. Instead of the play button, their finger dragged the video track, stopping when the screen showed a clear shot of Z grinning at Noah in the video.

Silence. Unbreaking, unmoving silence as if the world itself had stopped. It would only continue if Noah pushed the play button.

They didn't.

Nina couldn't see Noah's face with all their hair covering them like a blanket, but their head never moved from its position looking directly down at the data pad. They stewed in the quiet for a few more seconds before Nina reached out with a gentle hand. When her hand had barely even grazed their back, Noah grabbed onto Nina, whose mind surged with worry as she held Noah's body, frail and trembling. Yet their hands clenched fistfuls of Nina's coat like they were holding on for dear life. The data pad slid onto the floor, but neither one cared.

Noah crumbled into a state Nina had never seen them in before, crying their beaten, desperate heart out into her shoulder. No words were spoken, then again maybe they couldn't make it past the tears. But Nina felt all that grief, pain, brokenness. Soon enough, Noah's cries were pushing onto Nina's mind images of the people she herself had lost. Her own arms began to tremble, but her hold of Noah did not falter. Rather, she fastened her arms tighter around them and pulled them even deeper into her embrace.

"It's going to be okay, Noah," she said, her voice cracking under her own tears as she rubbed the young doctor's back while fighting back tears of her own. A sniffle escaped, though. "It's going to be okay."

More sobs. Some Noah choked on. Their tears, their mourning, their yearning. It all felt endless.

"Just let it all out."

Noah heaved. Whatever strength they had during the battle was gone. Now, they felt as fragile as a glass ball. The slightest hit would shatter them completely. But they managed a few words, "She's gone, Nina… It's all my fault…"

Nina pressed her cheek on Noah's head, caressing it gently. At that moment, with her eyes closed, she saw a familiar head of ginger hair. The grief almost knocked Nina over like a tidal wave. But she stayed strong for Noah.

"Don't blame yourself. Please." Somehow, it felt as if she was talking to herself.

Noah shook their head, but anything they might've tried to say got caught up in their grief. Nina was all too familiar with how that felt like.

Metal clattered to the floor, interrupting the two as Noah flinched straight. They looked down at the fallen dog tags with a panic in their eyes as they reached down. But Nina saw clearly that they were not Z's tags that had fallen, and she swiped them away with her foot. Noah snapped their neck up at Nina, who shook her head.

"It's not hers."

Noah abruptly looked down on their lap, where Z's tags were, both clean as a whistle.

Then, Nina gently put her hand on Noah's. She smiled gently.

"When did you get them," she asked.

Noah answered slowly, "Before the celebration with the Omaticaya." They hung their head low. "I…snuck back out to the forest. I'm sorry."

Nina hushed their worries down. "Alex said they couldn't find Zdinarsk's…" She cleared her throat and spoke again with a firmer voice, "They couldn't find Zdinarsk."

Noah sniffled, then breathed out shakily. "I buried her." The tears started flooding their cheeks again. "I'm sorry. I didn't—I had to. I couldn't leave her there… I'm—"

"It's fine, Noah." Nina held both of their hands and squeezed them tightly. "I understand, and I promise I won't breathe a word to any soul about it."

"If Mo'at finds out—"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

Nina let go of Noah, but only to put Z's tags into their hands. She, then, balled their hands into fists over the metal before raising her hands to part Noah's hair, tucking as much of it behind their ears. In the bleak overhead light, the young scientist looked like a corpse. Nina tried not to frown, but she was only really concerned.

"I'll get you something to eat, okay?"

Noah nodded weakly. Nina got up, quickly peeling from the floor the dog tags that had fallen earlier.

Once again, Nina stepped into the noisy hallway. The tags felt like blocks of lead on her conscience. She hoped Noah didn't see who it actually was on them. Briefly, she looked down at her hand. What stared back at her were a cold, lethal demeanor and the eyes of the man who let all hell break loose mere days ago. The eyes of the man she, fretfully, loved.

#avatar oc #avatar james cameron #avatar fanfiction #oc #too lazy to tag #hurt/comfort #angst #have u ever lost the love of ur life #yeah it was kind of noah's fault a bit #nina cortez #she's mother but like in a literal sense

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theicarusconstellation · 1 year

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assigning a marauders character to every taylor swift album, song from the album, and lyric from the song

debut, picture to burn, “there's no time for tears/i’m just sitting here planning my revenge/there's nothing stopping me/from going out with all of your best friends”—marlene

fearless tv, the other side of the door, “all I need is on the other side of the door/with your face and the beautiful eyes/and the conversation with the little white lies/and the faded picture of a beautiful night/you carried me from your car up the stairs/and I broke down crying, was she worth this mess?/after everything and that little black dress/after everything I must confess, I need you”—pandora

speak now, speak now (song), “horrified looks from everyone in the room/but i’m only looking at you/…so don't say yes, run away now/i'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door/don't wait, or say a single vow/you need to hear me out/and they said, "speak now"—james

red tv, all too well 10 min. version, “and maybe we got lost in translation/maybe i asked for too much/but maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up/running scared, i was there/i remember it all too well/and you call me up again just to break me like a promise/so casually cruel in the name of being honest/i’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here/‘cause i remember it all, all, all/too well”—lily

1989, new romantics, “‘cause baby, i could build a castle/out of all the bricks they threw at me/and every day is like a battle/but every night with us is like a dream/baby, we're the new romantics/come on, come along with me/heartbreak is the national anthem/we sing it proudly”–mary

reputation, so it goes…, “and all the pieces fall/right into place/getting caught up in a moment/lipstick on your face/so it goes/i'm yours to keep/and i’m yours to lose/you know i’m not a bad girl/but i do bad things with you”—barty

lover, lover (song), “ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?/with every guitar string scar on my hand/i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover/my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue/all's well that ends well to end up with you/swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover”—sirius

folklore, seven, “and i've been meaning to tell you/i think your house is haunted/your dad is always mad and that must be why/and i think you should come live with/me and we can be pirates/then you won't have to cry/or hide in the closet/and just like a folk song/our love will be passed on”—remus

evermore, no body, no crime, “they think she did it but they just can't prove it/she thinks i did it but she just can't prove it/no, no body, no crime/i wasn't letting up until the day he/no, no body, no crime/i wasn't letting up until the day he/no, no body, no crime/i wasn't letting up until the day he died”—peter

midnights, would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, “god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be/the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind/i regret you all the time/i can't let this go, i fight with you in my sleep/the wound won't close, i keep on waiting for a sign/i regret you all the time/if clarity's in death, then why won't this die?/years of tearing down our banners, you and i/living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts/give me back my girlhood, it was mine first”—regulus <3

#regulus black #marauders #marauders era #taylor swift #james potter #jegulus #lily evans #mary macdonald #marylily #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #midnights

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lavenderlyncis · 2 years

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💫masterlist💫

WIPs:

Jegulus

Midnights (rated M)

Regulus spends thirteen consecutive midnights drowning in his memories.

This is a collection of different times in his life and how they all lead to where he is today. Can he learn from the past?

Or: A Regulus-centric fic where each chapter is based on a Taylor Swift album

Can't trust his kind (rated M)

James Potter is a vampire. Regulus Black is a slayer.

Both of their lives take a drastic turn when they accidentally create a soul bond during a fight, forcing them to work together to undo the spell, before either of their sides find out about it.

A story of love, found family, murder and the inherent comedy of a bunch of vampires sharing a flat with a slayer.

Or: Occult Flatmates - the TV Drama

The Highest Form of Betrayal (rated M)

A classic case of texting the wrong number leads to a whole lot of fun and drama.

Or: The one where things go right, until they don't and James accidentally betrays the trust of both Black brothers.

the bridges we burned (and the home we built) (rated M) on hiatus until November

Two summer romances. Four hearts doomed to break.

Regulus finally did something for himself. He reconciled with his estranged brother and plans to spend the summer with him in Amsterdam - without his parents' knowledge, of course.

Little did he know that when Remus, his best friend, decides to tag along, things get complicated. With the unforeseen arrival of one James Potter, the summer takes a turn into unpredictability.

Regulus has to confront new friendships and old enemies, all while navigating the minefield that is his family life and his mental health, before he too comes down with the Black Family Madness.

One shots:

Starcrossed (rated T)

"Star-crossed.

If Pandora were asked how she would describe her friendship with Regulus, her answer would be "star-crossed."

It was not that she thought they were doomed to end in suffering, but misfortune had certainly cast its ugly shadow on their lives. From their family to their friendships and their love life, most things turned out in a less than ideal way for the both of them."

Or: Regulus and Pandora's friendship through the years.

Only The Good Die Young (rated M)

"Shh," James shushed him. "I'm not going to kill you."

Regulus ceased his struggle, knowing that it would only tire him out further. Instead, he finally looked James in the eyes. It was dark, but the red glow in them was unmistakable.

"What do you want from me?" He spat furiously.

James' lips tilted upwards into a hungry grin and gripped Regulus by his other shoulder, making it impossible for him to move at all. Inching his face close to Regulus', he practically purred, "I only want your blood."

Or: The prequel of Cthk

#jegulus #starchaser #regulus x james #sirius and regulus #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #fanfic #pandalily #trans pandora lovegood #pandora lovegood

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greypetrel · 1 year

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Hi! What’s your favorite book??

Oh damn you uncovered Pandora's box, THANK YOU FOR DOING IT. :D

I can't choose only one to save my life, but a selection of my favourites, dividing between prose and poetry/theatre... Under the cut because IT LONG. And I'll jump at every chance to speak about my favourite books. (ask the Literature major about books and have them go on rambling for hours)

Prose:

- Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien . Getting into the saga has been one of those formative events for me, as for many other people around. It's an adventure, it's full of love and hope, it can be fun and light and go into deep themes as well. I'm in love with all of Tolkien's works (the fairy tales are so sweet and tender, you can see how much he loves his children reading Roverandom)(and Tree and Leaf has a special place in my heart). I majored in Germanic Philology because of him, and I can say I wouldn't be the same person if I haven't ever read LOTR.

- Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov. Another one of those books I can tell had a "before" and "after" in my life. I LOVE a good satyre, and Bulgakov is just *chef's kiss*. Wouldn't recommend it to anyone that knows little of Russian History or thinks erroneously (sorry not sorry get better informations) that Lenin was a good statesman and a good person. But... There's love, there's a sad woman being empowered by going outside the fence and expectations, good and bad are reversed, there's this very russian theme of strong women saving their male love interest (or trampling them. Seriously, female characters in Russian or Ukrainian as in this case classic authors are SOMETHING ELSE). Social and political criticism. And, a giant cat walking around Moscow and causing ruckus, and I don't know what you could possibly want more from a book.

- The Count of Montecristo, Alexandre Dumas. I distinctly remember barging into my therapist studio after I finished it and saying I was sad because yes I could read this book again, but it wouldn't ever be the first time again. What a glorious, epic book! Managing to mash epic themes with that underlying TRASH that it's typical of Dumas and he manages always to make work so well (the convenient cave full of treasures that NOBODY ever found but this one priest? Seriously Alexandre? XD ). Great, great, great book.

- A Room of One's Own, Virginia Woolf. It's one of those books, along Animal Farm and Se Questo è un Uomo, that I'd have EVERYONE read. It's technically non-fiction, but Mrs Woolf had her way to make it a great read. Go read it if you haven't.

- Two Years, Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights, Salman Rushdie. Salman Rushdie could write a shopping list and make it the best thing ever. I love his style, I love magical realism, and I'm choosing this only because it was the first I read and I had a blast. It's glorious it's great, I love it, and I'm so sad Midnight's Children has such a lame adaptation (but it's not a book that's easily translatable if not in a series Game of Thrones long...).

- Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer. My goodness, the heartbreak of this book. It's one I have quotes saved around notebooks. It's heart-breaking in the most beautiful way, he's definitely one of those authors you either love or hate... I'm on the love end of the spectrum.

- Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen. It's basic bitch of me, I know. I don't care. As above, I'm all for social satyre and Miss Austen was just on another plane of existance on that. I'll fight people saying she wrote romances. She did not. Northanger Abbey holds a special place in my heart as well, but who doesn't have a crush on Mr Darcy, beside people who read this book thinking it was a romance? No no no read it again in the perspective that the author is mocking the heck out of every single character. Lizzie included. Austen is FIERCE. And Mr Darcy is such a beloved character because he learns from his mistakes and he's not afraid to admit it. Wow.

- Vita Scritta da Esso (Life written by himself), Vittorio Alfieri. I am not the biggest fan of italian literature, it's too much impronted on realism at all costs and MEH. Vittorio Alfieri was an anglophile and one that looked well beyond the Alps for his writings. His life was so entertaining and damn if he can make it entertaining and fun! That man travelled Europe, looke the fucking Kaiser in the eye (it was very offensive to do), had affairs with a Duchess, his long term partner was another English noblewoman... Who was married! And they were together since they met until he died! She was the one who published this Autobiography! Also personal preference: he wrote a whole satyre saying shit about the Accademia della Crusca and I love him madly for that. GO READ ABOUT VITTORIO ALFIERI.

Poetry/Theatre:

- Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore. Stop everything you're doing and read this. Now. You're welcome in advance.

- Poem Without a Hero, Anna Akhmatova. Anna Akhmatova would be very welcomed to step on me, I'm saying this shamelessly, it's just... URGH, it's melancholic, it's epic, it's heart-gutching.

- Anything by Christina Rossetti. Anything. Give me Christina Rossetti and some pre-raphaelites and I'd be happy.

- The Waste Land/The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot. That man loved his quotes. I loved that man because he loved his quotes and it's lyrical in a way that... Oh. How he depicts loneliness. "Coffee Spoons" is a quote from Prufrock ("I have measured out my life in coffee spoons". Is it pretentious? I don't care I have FEELZ for that poem)

- Cyrano de Bergerac, Edmond Rostand. The marvel of this comedy can't be fully expressed by words, I love it, I adore it, it made me feel better with myself as an owner of an important nose.

- Macbeth/Othello/Much Ado About Nothing, William Shakespeare. I majored in English Lit and I couldn't leave the Bard outside. I can't choose between these three, and choosing only three was difficult. I spent once 3/4 of an hour in an exam only speaking of the first three lines of Othello and I could do it again, ask me about it. :)))))

- Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. IT IS THE BEST THING EVER I love the Arthurian Cycle and this little thing is just... AAAAAAH. Gawain is a bisexual icon (it's not me headcanoning, he smooches both men and women, it's him. YOU GO GAWAIN). Yes I have deep feelings for the movie as well, Dev Patel we're not worthy of you.

I am leaving outside a lot of thing that I will remember in ten minutes and cry profusely about, yes. Also I am containing myself over fangirling about poetry too much because you won't hear the end of it otherwise, there are some things of Sylvia Plath and Auden and Yeats and Maya Angelou that just melt my little dark heart, but this is already far too long...

Also in this house we stan that Bob Dylan earned his Nobel Prize, fuck you Alessandro Baricco.

#personal crap #books #poetry #I should not be given leeway to talk about books or poetry if you want me to stay syntetic #am I sorry? Absolutely not.

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m00nyst0astsposts · 1 year

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i’m shamelessly trying to plug my new fic (lavender haze on ao3) which can be found here

if you can’t guess from the title there’s some taylor swift references included

anyways, here are some excerpts that are already published:

spoilers below if you haven’t read:

“Are you going to tell on me, Regulus?” Remus teases, waiting for Regulus’s smirk he knows is coming.

There it is. “Like I would.” He turns to nod back towards where the fight now has evolved into an all out brawl between the houses. It’s always the potions corridor, isn’t it. “Even taking Crouch and Rosier into consideration, your year is far worse. My brother, for a start, then there’s Potter.” He pauses to give his signature glare, the one reserved for James Potter only, as if the messy haired boy was paying any attention at them at that moment. “Then there’s Pettigrew, the McKinnon girl, not to mention MacDonald. Oh, and Snape.”

“He was far too low on your list.”

“The point is,” Regulus continues, ignoring him, “is that they’re all idiots, and you should just request to move down to my year.”

Remus raises his eyebrows at him, “And leave Dorcas all alone?”

Regulus shrugs, “She can come too, if that’s what it takes.”

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Regulus smirked as Pandora leaned back. “Pandora stop encouraging him.” Dorcas sighed.

Pandora shook her head softly, eyes landing on Remus. He shifts uncomfortably under her gaze as she seems to… study? scrutinise was probably the better word to use. After several long moments of tense silence, Pandora stood silently, and moved several people down the bench, coming between Evan and Barty.

Remus straightens up all at once, visibly offended. “Do I smell, or something Pandora?”

“Your aura.”

Barty frowns, “His aura… smells?”

“It’s off.”

“Off?”

“Extremely.” She frowns, “Has something happened?”

Barty grins, reaching to put his arm round Pandoras shoulders. “Oh honey, wait till you hear.”

Remus groans, hitting his head off the table once more.

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That was when he saw it. The sliver of moonlight that slipped through the cracks of the door, landing over Sirius like an old friend, soothing his fresh cuts as they settled into scars. It got Sirius to got crying, to stop panicking. Eventually, his mother had let him out, and Sirius got to see it in full view through the window. The full moon shining down on him. As he looked at it then, he knew Remus would be going through something even worse. The pain of transforming, Sirius had read all about it after he worked it out. If Remus could do that every month without whispering a word, then Sirius could do this. He could do this, and he wouldn’t be alone.

So yes, maybe it was weird to seek comfort from what he knew also brought pain. Sirius knew that, but it still happened. It was weird, but it was fucking beautiful. He didn’t think of Remus much anymore, or at least he tried not to. But it was inevitable on midnights like this. And as Sirius stared at the full moon while being tugged down the corridors by James, he hoped Remus was okay.

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“Lily, I love you, but what the fuck.” Remus stared at the absolute mess that was one of his closest friends in the world, with her bright ginger hair an absolute mess as it fell in strands from her once neat ponytail. Her makeup, or what was left of it, was smudged beyond belief, and she was clutching her shoes in her hand where she stood.

Where she stood, actually, was the main reason for Remus’s proclamation. He had caught her, shirt on back to front, at the bottom of the girls Slytherin staircase.

Lily cringed, “I came to see you…?”

“Get the rooms mixed up did you?”

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“Well that was certainly something.” Barty sighed, craning his neck to where it lay on Evans lap to look at him, “Can we go to bed now?”

“If you mean can we each go to our separate beds away from each other, then sure.” Evan wasn’t looking back at him.

Barty pouted, “But we used to sleep together all the time!”

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It was the look Sirius got in his eyes, when he spoke about Remus specifically. It was the way his smile got all the more brighter when he told Regulus about Remus’s latest ‘genius’ idea when he was home for Christmas. It was the excited thrill he got in his voice when he whispered all the swear words he had learnt from him.

And then Regulus saw them together, for two weeks during his first year, and realised Remus did exactly the same thing.

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Let’s just say Sirius hadn’t stopped thinking about it, about him, about Remus. He hadn’t stopped that one look from watering the seed of his hope. They could be friends again. They could be Remus and Sirius, inseparable like they were in first year. They could listen to listen to muggle music together again, they could play pranks and be the marauders again, Sirius could visit him after every full moon, and they could joke and laugh and tease and play chess and run and fight and kiss and talk and whisper secrets and show each other their scars and and and—

Sirius wanted endless things from Remus, he wanted everything. But he would accept whatever Remus was willing to give. At the moment, just Remus speaking to him in any capacity was enough, just him being near was enough for Sirius. It made his heart ache for what they once had, their undeniably close friendship in first year. Where would they be now, he wondered, if they had never fought? If they had stayed friends in the past years, would they be more than that by now? Sirius wasn’t sure any answer to that would make him feel better.

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Sirius cleared his throat, and plastered on his signature grin. “Are you jealous, Lupin? Do you want me to give you a nickname?”

Remus rolled his eyes, because of course he did. “We’re hardly on a first name basis, Black, never mind nicknames.”

“Wouldn’t it be so much more fun if we were?” Sirius asked, his voice lightly teasing.

“No.” Remus replied, deadpan.

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“What’s your favourite colour?” Mary asked from where her and Marlene were lying on the carpet, heads bent between a witches magazine.

“Brown.” Sirius answered, shortly, before peering at the girls in confusion. “Why are you asking?”

Marys eyes were practically laughing at him, “Social experiment.” She answered, before turning back to Marlene as they shared a meaningful look and descended into giggles. Sirius rolled his eyes, girls didn’t even try to make sense anymore, and people wondered why he had only ever been interested in guys.

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marquiseoftease-stories · 3 years

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A Night Out

“And another one, you are such a beautiful couple!" the photographer commented as their faces smiled at the camera one last time. "I really like that pendant on your necklace, hon, is that a key?" he added. Like everyone else present, they had dressed up for her company's Christmas-Do and her low cut evening dress revealed the usually hidden treasure around her neck. Her left hand instinctively grabbed the pendant and her thumb caressed the bejewelled head of the key while her right hand grabbed her boy in a subconscious, possessive gesture.

"It is indeed, a special gift from my darling" she looked at him with a knowing smile. He had to suppress a little gasp as their eyes met and they smiled at each other knowingly. Instead, he squeezed her hand and let her drag him to the dance floor where the DJ had just put on a slow piece. She put her arm around his neck, her fingers casually brushing his metal collar sitting on his collarbone, discreetly hidden from view, and asked: "How long has it been now?" Her warm body was pressing into his as they slowly moved to the music. "49 days, Madame, since you locked me".

As the evening wore on, more of her colleagues enquired about her unusual pendant and she would tell them that it was the key to "Pandora's Box" or to her boy's heart, giggling about it with the girls and smiling seductively at the guys. How many knew or guessed, he didn't know, but the sheer idea was enough to send him on an emotional roller coaster of embarrassment, pride and arousal. Watching his lady dance with a number of men, laughing and enjoying herself, didn't help either - or did it?

They arrived home well past midnight, intoxicated not from drink but from the innuendo that had carried them both through the evening: the exchanged glances when in conversation with others, the tender touches without attracting attention, the close dancing, her 'accidentally' dropping her purse to make him crouch on the floor picking up the coins while admiring her half exposed garter, culminating in her making him kiss her high heels in a deserted stairway. He had lost count of the number of times he would have had an erection if it were not for him being locked.

No, the night was not over yet.

After having helped her out of her coat and taken his off as well, he went to fetch drinks for both. His return found her lounging on a chaise, one heel dangling from her pretty foot. He placed the glasses on the side table, crossed his arms behind his back and stood waiting for her to acknowledge him.

Heaven knew she liked to take her time. She looked him all over, her handsome guy, his strong masculine jaw, his broad shoulders and toned body - he looked stunning in his suit. She always loved when he dressed smart. No one outside their circle of friends would ever know nor guess this man was submissive, and yet he was, hers to command.

She nodded, and he started taking his clothes off in learnt order: the jacket first, then shoes and socks, he unbuckled his belt and pulled the shirt out, placing the cuff links on the table and slowly unbuttoned the shirt. As he slid it over his shoulders, the stainless steel collar became fully visible and she smiled. Their eyes met as he unzipped his trousers and slowly dropped them, moving out of them in a swift movement. Again he stood, his legs slightly spread, his arms behind his back and she drank in the sight of him. His toned upper body, the warm colour of his skin contrasting with the metal of his collar, she could see little goose bumps forming despite the warm temperature in the room. Her eyes wandered lower, watching his flat stomach rise with every breath, then lower still and her smile broadened at the sight of her baby rose lace panties worn by her property. They barely hid the metal cage enclosing his cock that was now fighting its prison. She placed one foot on top of the soft material and teasingly rubbed it over the panty and cage, causing him to draw in a sharp breath. "Did you enjoy your night out in slutty underwear?" Tshe asked, while her toes found their way under the lace. A shiver went through him and he quietly replied "Yes, Madame, I have enjoyed being in public like that even though no one else knew"-"I think" he added and could not read the meaning of her smile. By then, her toes had managed to pull the lace panties down to his ankles, so his caged cock and trapped balls were fully visible.

"You may kneel. You know what to do!" he didn't need more prompting. Immediately, he sank down, his legs spread wide, kneeling up. "Thank you, Madame. Please, may I clean your shoes for you?" she placed one high heeled foot in his palm and he started licking the sole with long strokes of his soft wet tongue before softly kissing his way to the upper side of the shoe and along the sides to the heel. As his tongue ventured down the 5.5" stiletto, she spread her legs a bit wider, allowing him to look up her dress. The other foot she placed comfortably on his chastity device and he moaned. Slowly she withdrew the shoe he was kissing, so that he had to bend further forward, pushing his cage harder against her other foot until it hurt . "That's right, you can put in just a bit more effort for me, can’t you?" she teased and placed the tip of her heel on his lips. He willingly opened his mouth and slid the stiletto in as deep as he could. "Your lips are ever so willing, aren’t they just?" she asked as she removed her foot from his groin (relief!) only to then place it on his neck and push his head deeper onto the heel. "Since when do I have to repeat my questions?" she asked teasingly and moved her heel slowly back and forth in his mouth. He nodded in consent, mumbling an unintelligible answer. "I cannot understand you, you are not trying hard enough" she commented with mocked innocence in her voice, while her heel worked its way deeper into his mouth. It was hopeless, he couldn't win in this situation, and that fact alone turned him on as always.

"Enough now" she commanded with a soft voice and he let go of her heel, straightening his shoulders, arms on his back and waited respectfully.

She stood up and walked over to the chest of drawers, her heels loud on the wooden floor. Then she sat back down on the chaise, facing him, and bent down to him. Her fingernails softly stroked his jawbone, caressing his neck, fingertips barely touching his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

“Tell me" she whispered, looking him in the eyes, and he replied equally quietly "I am yours, Madame. I am proud to be yours. Thank you." His heart was beating fast now, and so was hers. "I'm dying to kiss you like I wanted to all night" she said and he leaned in closer. "No! Not like that. It's not going to be that easy!" Her hand grabbed his jaw "open up!" he did as he was told. She produced the three layer pinwheel and placed it onto his tongue before her fingers directed his mouth to close. About 1.5" of the handle still protruded from his lips and she started licking it lasciviously. He moaned, torn between his desire to kiss her back and his dread of taking the Wartenberg wheel deeper into his mouth. Again a no-win. Technically. Because in actual fact these predicaments turned him on just as much as they did her. A win-win at his expense. Her left hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, causing the wheel to move inside his mouth, her fingernails clawing at his skin, pinching his nipples. When she released her grip on his hair and started licking the wheel's handle again, he swallowed to move it deeper into his mouth, the pins scratching his gums and tongue. The reward however was instant, the tip of her tongue tracing the contours of his lips, moistening them before the softest lips in the world embraced his mouth in a voluptuous kiss. Yes, the pain was worth it and he would choose it any time. Their eyes closed as they let the moment carry them away, shutting out his pain and discomfort.

When she finally stopped, they were both breathing hard and the scents of their arousal filled room.

She brushed his precum off the metal cage. "Pucker up" she said, a mischievous smile in her eyes. He did as he was told and pursed his lips for her to smear his juices on. "Oh look at you, gorgeous. What a pretty lip gloss my little cum slut is wearing tonight. Do you like the taste?" He closed his eyes for a moment before replying "Yes, Madame". She cocked her head and looked at him like butter wouldn't melt before asking "'Yes Madame' what?". He swallowed and repeated "Yes Madame, your desperate cum slut loves the taste his precum" - he blushed and again his cock rebelled against its confinement.

"Good" she grinned "there is a lot more on the floor, clean the mess up!" her finger pointed at the puddle of cock tears that had formed beneath his crotch. "As you wish, Madame" he bent over, his back arched as she had taught him, so his butt cheeks would spread nicely, and started licking his juice off the wooden floor.

When he looked up next, he saw her wearing her strap on dildo and beckoning him.

"You are not done yet" she commented, casually leaning on the side board. His eyes flickered from her to the spot on the floor he just had been meticulously cleaning with his tongue. There was no trace of his precum anymore! His face puzzled he enquired "Madame, I don't understand?"

She sighed and straightened, striding over to him. He kept his position on all fours, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, high heels and nylon garters, glance wandering higher to where her thighs met. Instead of silk panties or her wonderfully smooth and wet skin however, all he could see was a big black dildo protruding from her strap on leather harness. It bounced a bit as she moved and his stomach clenched in anticipation.

"Let me explain" she said in a mock exasperated voice. "It would appear that my ever so greedy cum licking whore got so turned on by the task of cleaning up his mess that he actually produced a new puddle" - she pointed at the wet spot. A thin thread of crystal clear precum dangled guiltily from his chastity cage as he moved to look at the place between his legs that she had indicated.

He hung his head and murmured "Yes, Madame. I am sorry."

She crouched down next to him, caressing his face and lifting up his chin with her fingers until he looked at her.

"You are hopeless, aren't you? So desperate to get rid of your juices." she whispered in his ear, her soft lips touching his ear lobe and sending shivers down his back.

He leaned his forehead on her shoulders when her fingernails dug into his nipples, grinding his teeth "I know, Madame. Thank you for making me drip for you.”

"Be a good boy, sit up!" his hands left the floor and he straightened his back. She copied his position, kneeling opposite him, their spread knees touching slightly, a mocking smile on her face. Her right hand pulled the cleavage of her dress even lower, exposing more of her breasts. He moaned and again his cock cage twitched.

She smirked "Is my little slut horny?" her hands wandered lower, under the harness of her strap-on, out of sight. More twitching of his cage, his imprisoned cock fighting its boundaries and dripping more.

"I am, Madame. Please, it has been so long."

She laughed, the sound ringing in his ears. "I can see that it is about time." she withdrew her hand and moisture glistened on her fingers in the candlelight. She wiped her middle finger under his nose and he instinctively opened his mouth, but she had already removed her hand and was sucking on her index finger, eyes half closed. That sight plus her smell right under his nose were enough to set him on fire on a normal day but now, after seven weeks in chastity and the constant tease and denial, he was reduced to a whimpering, dripping object of her desires. His hips moved, grinding air in desperation.

And then she actually seemed to give in. "How about a little stroking?”

"That would be very generous of you, Madame." He smiled hopefully, his heart beating faster. She nodded "you may" .. "well, get started!" she added as he hesitated. "But ... Madame?" he lookded at his metal cage. Again, she cocked her head to look at him. "But Madame what? Use your words!." He gulped. "Madame. I was under the impression you were going to release me from my cage."

She raised one eyebrow, upon which he added "But I must have misunderstood. Would you like me to stroke in my device, Madame?" he felt stupid.

"Aww, of course not! That would not work, would it?" her voice was a mixture of innocence and mockery, but her fingers caressed his face with genuine tenderness and he huddled his cheek against her hand, feeling relieved.

"I want you to stroke ... MY cock!" she whispered, triumph blazing in her eyes.

He bit his lip in frustration, a moment's hesitation that he paid for with a slap in the face. Their eyes met and he drew a deep breath - he knew that predatory look on her face.

"Again please, Madame!" the sound of her hand slapping his cheek again rang in his ears. His hand darted forward and grabbed her big black rubber cock by the shaft, moving his wrist back and forth. By then she had entwined her fingers in his hair, pulled his head to the side and sunk her teeth deep into his neck. As her jaw closed around his flesh and she thrust her hips rhythmically into his hand, she started to moan softly.

"That's good, give this big cock a good stroking" she encouraged him and so he did, pretending it was his own. She was still thrusting in and out of his grip, the tip repeatedly poking into his flat stomach, when she placed her right hand on his left and slid it towards his own cock, that was now close to bursting in its cage. "Stroke us both, slut" he immediately started to pull away at the metal device, desperate to feel something, anything.

"Your slut, Madame" he moaned. She pressed the palm of her hand firmly over his throat, choking him, her lips closing over his in a passionate kiss.

After a while she asked him to put his hands behind his back and took over where he had stopped. Her right hand closed around the thick base of her strap-on, her fingers not even touching, while the left hand easily encompassed his hard metal and soft pulsating skin. She slowly started to stroke, sliding along the shaft of her black rubber cock, while the stroke of his chastity device came to an early ending.

She tried again, starting at the very base of both cocks, moving her hands at equal speed. Her right hand had not even made half the length of the toy, when her left hand hit air and went limp.

"Oh no, jerking three inches is so pointless." She removed her hand from his cage and went on jerking her dildo with both hands, delight on her face.

"Mmhh.. so much better, so much bigger". Frustration rose inside him, he so much wanted her to touch him instead. "Remember when I used to do this to your cock, before I locked it away?" She was such a tease.

His lower lip trembled. "Yes Madame, I remember..... I remember it every day."

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osmpalliumduo · 2 years

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Hi Ghost :] I just saw Tubbo and Techno had lore together

Is it okay if you can give a summary,,,?

THIS TOOK ME A WHILE SRRY

Anyways YES OFC!!! This is pretty summarized so I recommend watching vod :D also I watched tubbo’s pov so I may have missed a few things from techno’s or eret’s part

[THIS IS LONG SORRY]

Tubbo starts off stream saying he’s a bit of a mess right now, he talks about not having belongings and no one and then talking about how Snowchester was supposed to be a safe haven but ended up being a wasteland

Techno eventually arrives and they see the message from eret in the house and say they’re going to beat up eret for information of Michaels location

Techno gives tubbo the axe ranboo gave him to borrow and they talk about Ranboo and Michael and other stuff until eventually they arrive at Eret’s castle

Eret explains to them that he was trying to protect michael but trusted someone he shouldn’t have and that sam was supposed to make michael a room that tubbo could visit, but sam took him

Tubbo says that if he finds out he’s lying, he’ll kill him but they end up trusting him so Eret joins the group, eventually Techno says that tubbos rocking with 2 people who have murdered him and tubbo asks if this is an elaborate plan to leave him to his death

Tubbo asks for an apology, and Techno says that he’s been thinking about the festival and that he’s sorry meanwhile Eret says that what he did was a mistake and that he is sorry for it

Anyways they arrive at Sams home and tubbo says he’s in the anger stage, they talk for a bit and eventually Sam asks why Tubbo is with two people who killed him which he responds with saying that it’s in the past and that Sam kidnapped his child and killed his husband so he’s in no position to talk

Sam tries to explain that he’s making a safer place for Michael but Tubbo says that’s not for him to decide

They ask what Ranboo did to be put in the prison, but Sam fears it’s not going to matter for them so they start trying to kill Sam but as Sam asks them to stop they tell him to take off all of his armour

Sam takes them to where he was keeping michael, beside tommys grave at the back of his house and he explains that he needed Michael to control Ranboo to control Techno to stop techno from breaking Dream out

Techno says Tubbo should decide what to do with Sam seeing as Ranboo was Tubbos husband which ends up on Tubbo deciding that death is too good for Sam and that he deserves to be destroyed by his own creation, being put in Pandoras Vault

After a bit of discussing and fighting Sam lets them into the prison and gives them Ranboos stuff, which tubbo takes (Tubbo also takes ranboos “do not read” book but decides to not read it)

They take Sam to the main cell, finding a weird waiver with symbols along the way and Sam starts acting a bit suspicious, asking if it’s midnight

Turns out that the warden keys reset at midnight so they are trapped in with him but Eret manages to blow open one of the doors so they can leave

They leave eret behind to activate the portal and he tells them to teleport him back to his tower with the stasis chamber he has

Techno and Tubbo walk by lmanburg where tubbo sings the beginning of the national anthem and eventually they bring eret out of the prison and then set out to save michael

Techno offers for tubbo to move into ranboos house on the way back to which tubbo agrees

They see ghostboo at his house and they tell ghostboo that they’ve brought michael home which he is thankful for

They get michael into ranboos house and agree that they (Eret Techno and Tubbo) now like each other

That’s pretty much it :) again I may have left some stuff out so please check vod when you have the time ^_^!!! IGNORE TYPOS

#philiah my beloved #long post

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paradoxi-kay · 4 years

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There's a crime everywhere, and I need justice. Hey... you know what, I don't know where I should go...

Nananana-nana Where are we? Nanana-nana Let's go! Party Night! Nanana-nana City of Pandora, where common sense is useless Shinjuku... working overtime again Burning the midnight oil, gotta wrap this up tonight Maintaining skyscrapers! Use "Mr." with us all! Excuse me... the flea counters with a bite (lol) Wh-wh-what happened? What's up, my friend Doppo? Unforgivable, who hurt you?! (C'mon) For all my lost kittens, I'll give you... (Yeah) The power of love! Indeed, information overflowing endlessly, baseless uproar unnecessarily In the shadows of the neon lights lie deception, violence, all manner of vice An era that was nullified, that's why... let sleeping dogs lie We'll have to keep fighting you know Perfect! This will show the power of Matenrou! All year round Let's have a party A challenge Battle tonight! I'll take you on Jump around! Jump around! It's Matenrou, everybody! The time has come Burn your spirit Black or white All of Shinjuku Let's decide Are you ready? We're the true leader, Matenrou!

#hypnosis mic #matenrou #jakurai jinguji #doppo kannonzaka #hifumi izanami

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pandora15 · 4 years

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Whumptober 2020 Day 28 Prompt: Accidents

(tw: blood, major character death)

Today had been a long day.

Letting out a quiet breath, Obi-Wan shuffled into his apartment, flicking on the lights with a casual wave of his hand. He knelt down to take off his boots before setting them next to the door and walking over to the couch.

As soon as he sat down, he sighed in relief, relaxing into the soft cushions.

It was good to be home—finally. He’d been up since well before dawn to provide strategical support to a few of the campaigns occurring in the Outer Rim. After that was over, he was pulled into a Council Meeting for about three hours, followed by a long series of briefings and classes, which he’d only just finished a few minutes ago.

And now, it was nearly midnight, and he had to be up even earlier the next day for even more meetings and commitments.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan was exhausted, and he hadn’t even looked at the growing list of reports, forms, and requests that he was supposed to have completed earlier in the day.

Well, he could afford a minute to gather himself—maybe even two.

Sighing softly, Obi-Wan leaned back into the couch, letting the soft cushions support his weight. He allowed himself to drift in the Force for just a moment, letting the warmth soothe his frazzled mind.

It was…nice, to have a moment of quietness, especially after a long day. He really needed this. It wouldn’t last, but for now, at least, there was a sense of peace, of—

His commlink let out an urgent shriek, and the Force shuddered.

Something had happened, either with the war or a mission, and the Council was likely being notified first. In a split-second, Obi-Wan was sitting up, exhaustion forgotten, commlink in hand.

“Kenobi,” he greeted.

“Master Kenobi?”

The voice—young, shaking slightly—was the last one he expected to hear. When he heard a sniffle crackle out through the speakers, his heart sank.

“Ahsoka?”

“Are you—are you busy?” Ahsoka’s voice was quiet, uncertain.

“Not at all,” he replied softly. “Is something wrong?”

A pause, and then the words came pouring out, along with the sound of painful-sounding sobs. As Ahsoka spoke, voice shuddering, Obi-Wan found himself standing up and pacing around his sofa.

He listened as Ahsoka told him about Anakin’s idea to go to Dex’s for dinner—how they decided to rent out one of the new experimental speeders the Temple had received earlier that day. And when Ahsoka started talking about Anakin speeding his way back to the Temple, pushing the engine to the edge of its limits, Obi-Wan knew exactly where this story was going.

“He crashed it,” Ahsoka rasped, voice shaking uncontrollably. “Into one of those massive skyscrapers by Coco Town, and—there was so much blood, and he wouldn’t wake up.” She was sobbing openly, her pain screaming out into the Force.

Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan sat back down on the couch and reached into the Force, towards Anakin’s presence, only to find…

“Ahsoka,” he said, voice steady. When the Padawan continued crying into the commlink, Obi-Wan exhaled slowly, pushing away his own worry and concern. “Ahsoka, you must breathe. Slowly, now.”

It took a few moments for Ahsoka’s breathing to even out. By the time his Grandpadawan had regained her composure, Obi-Wan’s palms were sweating.

He couldn’t sense Anakin. That never happened.

“Where are you?” he asked, standing up and walking towards his front door to grab his cloak. “You mentioned Coco Town.”

Ahsoka sniffled. “Yeah. The ambulance is taking him back to the Temple right now,” she explained, voice cracking. “The police want to ask questions, but they’re saying they need a—a parent or legal guardian present, and Anakin’s—”

Her voice cut off sharply.

“Say no more; I’m on the way,” he said, bending over to put on his boots. “I’ll inform the Council and the Healers as well—just stay there and wait for me, alright?”

“Okay, Master. Thank you.”

Once the commlink clicked off, Obi-Wan rushed out of the apartment, allowing the door to slide shut behind him.

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By the time Obi-Wan was driving Ahsoka back to the Temple, having already spoken to the police, Ahsoka had calmed down slightly.

“Have you heard anything from the Healers?” she asked, looking straight ahead at the speeder in front of them.

“Not yet,” Obi-Wan replied. He tightened his grip on the controls. “How bad was it—really?”

Anakin had gotten in speeder accidents many, many times before. This was familiar ground. But this was the first time that Anakin had gotten seriously hurt from it, and that was what was worrying about this whole situation.

Ahsoka exhaled shakily, and that was answer enough.

“Bad,” she whispered. “I can’t—I can’t sense him, Master. Not even through the bond.” Her eyes shifted towards him, almost in question.

Obi-Wan exhaled and shook his head slightly, turning the speeder smoothly into the Temple’s lower hangar, connected directly to the Halls of Healing.

“It will be alright,” he murmured, though he did not know if he was trying to convince Ahsoka or himself.

By the time they arrived at the Halls, Anakin had already been rushed into surgery, and the Force was shaking with quiet desperation, slowly dimming into darkness.

He sat with Ahsoka in the waiting room through the night and well into the morning, having informed the Council and his men that he would not be attending any meetings. Obi-Wan was still exhausted, but he could not bring himself to sleep—not when Anakin was still fighting for his life.

Eventually, Ahsoka nodded off, her head falling onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Obi-Wan leaned his head back and stared up at the ceiling, focusing on his breathing.

It would be alright—it had to be alright.

Obi-Wan had little choice but to believe that.

At just around mid-morning, Master Che emerged from the surgical wing, datapad tucked under her arm. Ahsoka blinked herself awake, scrubbing at her eyes as the Master Healer sat down across from them.

Master Che opened her mouth, and—

“I’m so sorry.”

And the Force shattered with her words.

(Pandora’s Whumptober 2020 Masterlist)

#whumptober2020 #no.28 #accidents #star wars #fic #blood #major character death #character death #pandora writes #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #...this was supposed to be a funny fic #why am i like this lmao

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