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just-jordie-things · 10 months

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I know he's not your favorite but consider... #73 with Itadori... short reader has a crush on him but is too afraid to confess bc she knows he likes tall girls lol I think this could be super cute

kiss prompt 73: height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes

a/n: first time writing for itadori !!! ___

if you had to think about it, you'd had a crush on itadori yuuji since the day you met him.

after getting a call from megumi where he'd begrudgingly asked for your help tracking down a cursed tool that some spooky-loving school club had snatched before he could, you hadn't expected things to take the turn they did.

as soon as you'd run into the pink haired boy, it was like a daze took hold of you. megumi honestly could have believe you'd been poisoned with how you stammered over your words and moved awkwardly. he'd never seen you so out of it when exorcizing curses. you were sloppy, defensive maneuvers delayed, offensive maneuvers... megumi would have gotten the job done better when he was ten, so, let's just leave it at that.

but nothing would have stopped itadori from eating that finger, and, well, we all know what happens from there.

you were surprised with how quickly he adapted to an entire world he'd never known the existence of. he was an avid learner, eager to train, eager to educate himself. he was always asking you questions that megumi found silly having grown up in jujutsu society, but you'd been happy to talk to him for hours about the ins and outs of it all. that was how your friendship began to blossom, you supposed.

it was easy to crush on yuuji. he was kind, handsome, silly, and had a warm energy about him that just drew you to him like a moth to a flame. even with your harbored feelings for him, being around him was easy, and comfortable. you'd only known him a few months, but the way he treated you made you feel like you'd been close friends for years.

however, due to how close you'd gotten, you were well aware that you were not his type. he'd joked a few times about how he liked tall girls like jennifer lawrence, and you didn't exactly meet that standard.

after he'd casually let that information slip, you found yourself comparing the height difference between you two more often. it was no shock that he was taller than you, you could remember the first time you'd met him you'd tilted your head back to stare up at him- your eyes had been blown wide like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. he'd just leapt through a window like it was nothing and fought alongside you like his entire reality hadn't just flipped upside down- but now that he'd made his ideal type clear, you'd frown when it would dawn on you that you were barely even an average height.

you'd stand up a little straighter when you were standing before him, but even still you'd tilt your chin so you could look at him properly. he'd noticed the sour expression on you a few times, but you always brushed it off as something else. it felt sort of childish to tell him that you were upset for not being taller.

it's one afternoon that you're out shopping with the other first years that you finally tell him the truth. not that you'd planned to, of course, you were ready to take this secret to the grave.

but you're wandering around with yuuji, half avoiding nobara who was on a rampage and throwing armfuls of clothes at megumi, and half looking at the display of silly hats. some of them were cute, but most of them were pokemon themed, or beanies with funny saying.

yuuji had excitedly picked up a fluffy pikachu hat, complete with the tall ears, and fluffy yellow flaps that hung down your face, ending in paw shaped pockets that you could stick your hands into. he was grinning as he turned to you to tug the hat over your head. you had half a mind to scold him for ruining what was a good hair day, but you keep it to yourself. he looked too happy to have you model the accessory for him.

and you'd thought it was cute, at first. then you take note of how he has to stoop over to reach your level in order to properly adjust the dorky hat, and you're made aware again of how short you are in comparison to him. of how small in general you are compared to him. his tall stature complete with broad shoulders and biceps that were starting to display how hard he'd been training himself- as appealing as he was to look at, you're frowning due to your own self pity.

and when he's done playing with the droopy ears on top of your head and sees the look on your face, he's frowning, too.

"what's wrong?" he asks, quietly, worriedly, like a good friend. "you don't hate pikachu, do you?"

it makes you laugh, even just a little bit, and yuuji gives you a small smile in relief that his joke worked to ease your sad expression, even just a little bit.

"no, it's not pikachu," you huff, pulling the hat off your head and placing it carefully back on the mannequin. "i'm just short"

his brow furrows, assuming at first that he'd heard you wrong, but when you don't say anything else and give him an awkward shrug, he realizes you're serious.

"so?" he asks, chuckling to himself. "what's so bad about that?"

you avoid his gaze while you pretend to take interest in the other hats on the wall, despite you not being a hat person, which he knows.

"it's pretty dumb" you say, running your fingers over a fluffy sylveon cap that was similar to the pikachu one.

"try me" yuuji smiles at you, leaning into the display to catch your attention again. his smile reaches his eyes, and he seems to genuinely hopeful to ease your foolish concern, that you find yourself giving in.

"promise not to laugh at me?" you mutter.

he raises a hand to his chest, drawing an x over his heart before raising his palms towards you in silent promise. you crack a smile at how serious he's taking this.

you take a deep breath before confessing the thought that's been plaguing your mind for the last few weeks.

"i know you like tall girls," you say, staring straight ahead at the sylveon hat like it had been the object of your desire for our entire life. "and i know i'm not even close to being called tall,"

yuuji blinks a few times, his brows raising as he processes this information.

you were upset because you didn't consider yourself his type? did he understand that right? so this was because... you wanted to be his type?

"well, maybe a fifth grader would think i'm tall," you began to mumble to yourself. "but that doesn't really make me feel better-"

"you think you wouldn't be my type because you're so short?" he cuts off your rambling, and she turns to him with a bewildered expression.

"well you don't have to put it like that," you mumble with a furrowed brow. "kinda makes me feel worse-"

"(y/n), i promised i wouldn't laugh," he cuts you off again, stepping forward to wrap his hands around your shoulders. "but that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard!"

you frown up at him, not comforted at all at his attempts to make you feel better.

"you're really bad at this" you tell him, and he begins to break his promise as a few giggles escape through his toothy grin.

"are you kidding?" he teases. "you're the cutest person i've ever met!" he reaches his hands up to your face, squeezing your cheeks together playfully. "i don't want you to be any taller, i like you just the way you are!"

your face begins to heat up under his touch, and with his hold on you, you have no choice but to stare back at him, only making your blush burn hotter.

"you are my type, even as a tiny lil' tater tot," he says, and despite his laughter, you can tell he's being completely genuine. you can see it in the shine in his eyes as he stares at you. "that doesn't matter. what matters if you're a really awesome fucking person, and a badass"

the knot between your brows begins to relax and your lips curl into a smile at his sweet words.

"you're not just saying that?" you ask quietly, just to be sure he wasn't spewing out bullshit just to make you feel better.

yuuji laughs at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling from pure joy. he doesn't respond, but he doesn't need to say anything else.

instead he leans over you, bending almost dramatically to reach your short stature in order to press his lips against yours. it's a short kiss, but it's sweet, gentle, warm- all things yuuji.

when he pulls away, before he can stand back up properly, you're shooting up to the tips of your toes, your hands flying towards his shoulders for balance as you return his kiss. it's fast, eager, curious- all things you. he can't help but smile against your lips as he drops a hand from your face so he can wrap his arm around your waist, keeping you close.

you both distantly hear a harumph! from a passerby in the shop, having forgotten you were still in public. you pull away with sheepish smiles and pink cheeks.

"you are short though" he tells you point blank.

"i know, yuuji" you huff.

"but i like it" he says proudly, and you turn away so he won't see how your blush is spreading down your neck.

you still notice the significant difference in your height often, but it's mostly due to yuuji pointing it out every time he bends over to kiss you from there on out.

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a/n: i love him sm it's criminal that i haven't written for him :'( xoxo ~ jordie

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marymary-diva17 · 5 months

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New faces and new friends

tonowari family x reader + sully family and clan

Many years had come, and the youngest child of Tonowari and Ronal was no longer a small child. As she had grown over into a beautiful teenager, who made the sea her home and found many great things over the years. Even though she was the only one who was like her, she had learned to accept that and welcome that she was different from the rest.

y/n " ........." you were at the tide pools today along with some members of the clan, it was a beautiful day for the awa'atlu village and everything seems to be peaceful at the moment. As you were looking at one of the tide pools you soon heard a ikran call, but those were creatures that belong to the forest and wouldn't be out here that far. As you had looked up to see a whole heard of ikrans flying towards the village, of the riders of the ikran had let out a call.

y/n " it seems like we have guest" you along with many others by the tide pools had soon raced to see what was the matter, you had leap into the water calling your ikran and heading home to see what was the matter.

y/n " something else tragic most of happen at the forest for all these forest navi and ikran to be here" It seems like many others were heading back to the village as well, to see what was happening with the group that arrived. There was a group gather on the beach as everyone was looking at the forest navi.

y/n " wow they seem interesting" you had gotten off your IIu and soon made you way through the crowd, some of navi made way for you as others seem to be force on the new comers.

y/n " hey some of them look just like me they have five fingers and eyebrows as well, and a few of them are wearing the sky people clothes" you were looking at the new comers as the new comers were looking around, one of them a little girl had saw you as she was standing by her family. She had waved to you and smiled and you soon smiled at her.

???? " stay calm everyone we don't wish to cause any trouble, tsu'tey make sure the group knows we don't do anything to set them off"

???? " yes brother" soon your father call had been heard as everyone looked up to see him, and two other warriors return to the village on their creatures. The forest navi had soon ducked when your father flew over them.

????? " tonowari i see you" your father soon landed on the water and soon walked over to the guests that had arrived.

tonowari " I see you toruk makto" toruk makto was someone you learn about from your parents and trader, he was once sky people but left his old people and helped fight against them. You had a feeling not all sky people were evil and that some of them are good.

y/n " ........" you had not been able to see anymore as the warriors were surrounding the new comers, so you went to find a better spot and found one. You had seen your siblings standing near the children of toruk makto and his mate, but they had yet to see you.

y/n " I wondering what mother going to have to say about this" just like that your mother had made you way as everyone got out of her way.

Jake " I see you ronal" Jake was soon followed by everyone in his family and around him.

mo'at " hello tonowari and ronal it been a long time"

ronal " yes it has"

tonowari " why have you all come here it rarely to see many of you forest navi come here at once"

Jake " my family and clan that were able to come here have come here, to seek uturu"

ronal " uturu"

Jake " yes refugee for my family and our clan members"

tonowari " you are all forest people we are reef people, your skills will be useless here"

Jake " we can learn right everyone we can learn and adapt"

sully family and others " yes"

tonowari " we want no part of your war"

Jake " we are done with war we just want help for our families for while"

ronal " some of you are clear sky people in navi body why should we help you" ronal was looking at the sully family and some of their friends that are with them.

Jake " we all mean you no harm"

neytiri " my husband was once toruk mako he untied all the clan together to fight against the sky demons"

ronal " their arms are to thin and tails are to weak" your mother was checking over the sully children, when she noticed they had five fingers like you but she said nothing.

ronal " well it seems like you have lost this battle" ronal and neytiri had gotten into a small hissing match.

Jake " forgive my mate we are all tried from the travel"

neytiri " jake" neytiri had walked away from Jake mad about his words, as your parents were looking at each other decide on allow them to stay or not.

tonowari " my brothers and sisters Jake sully and his family along with their clan will be staying with us, treat them as our brothers an sisters so they will learn they way and prove they are not useless"

Jake " thank you family what do we say"

sully family " thank you" you are very happy about the news about the omatacayia clan being able to stay here and learn the ways, and they seem like very nice people.

tonowari "my children will help you learn our ways" it seems like everything was agreed on, and it seems like the village will be getting use to their new guest.

tsireya " come with me and I will show you all around our village"

y/n " reya" tsireya soon saw you and smiled when she saw her younger sister.

tsireya " y/n it good you are here did you see what happened"

y/n " yes I heard I was wondering if I can help you, as it seems like you all will need the extra hands on moving stuff"

tsireya " yes good think y/n here will be helping as well along with aonung and rotox"

Jake " thank you children"

neteyam " hello I'm neteyam"

y/n " I'm y/n it good to meet you"

neteyam " these are my siblings kiri, lo'ak, and tuk along with our cousins spider"

y/n " hello"

sully kids and spider " hello" you soon grabbed some stuff and helped the sully bring it over to their new home, along with some stuff that belong to tsu'tey and his family.

tsireya " the one on the right will be the house of the sully and left one is for tsu'tey and his family"

Jake " thank you see everyone it no that bad after all we can make this work, and it big enough for us all we can make this our new home" neytiri had sighed and soon dropped the rug she was holding getting everyone attention.

lo'ak " thank you for helping us" It sunset had come as the kids had helped the sully family and the clan with a few more things, and learning about the village as well.

tsireya " you are welcome and stating tomorrow me and my siblings will be helping you learn the ways"

spider " that sounds amazing"

rotxo " yeah it going to be good"

tuk " I cant wait to see more our home and play"

kiri " we can play later on tuk"

y/n " yes we will leave you all to unpack and get settled and handle, any last minute stuff with your clan before lesson start tomorrow"

neteyam " y/n will you be helping us tomorrow along with the olo'eythan children"

tsireya " well yes she will be helping us as she our ...."

aonung " it getting late we should be getting home all of us" aonung overprotective mode had active, and it seems like someone was watching from afar and that someone was ronal.

tsireya " yes we will see you all tomorrow have a good evening" the four teens soon walked awya from the sully family as they saw them gather, in a meeting about something that sounded important. The four teens soon reached their home.

ronal " good you all are home dinner is almost ready"

y/n " mother did you noticed some of them are like me"

aonung " they are nothing like you baby sister you are one us raised her and learned the ways, of the reef and ocean"

y/n " aonung I mean by that they have five fingers and eyebrows like me"

ronal " they are still demons"

tonowari " ronal we have offered to help them and give the refugee, and all our children will be helping"

y/n " really baba I can help them learn"

tonowari " yes you can my daughter it will be good for you and you are kindhearted, and might help the children learn how to live life here with five fingers"

y/n " that wonderful"

ronal " no I will not allow it"

rotxo " mom"

tonowari " ma ronal I said all my children will help and all of them will help"

ronal " those sky people will find out she like them and try to see what with her I will not let them hurt my daughter"

trsireya " mom"

y/n " mom give them a chance is anything bad happens then I will help from afar please mom" ronal was looking at her children and soon her mate, she was very protective of her family she soon sighed.

ronal " yes you can help my daughter but if anything bad happens then I'm ending this whole matter"

y/n " yes mom thank you"

tsireya " it seems like our y/n has made a good impression on the new comers as well, as she was very helpful today"

tonowari " that good I'm proud of all for being helpful and doing your part"

ronal " yes you all did a good job now eat your dinner before it gets cold"

the kids " yes mom" all you and your siblings had went back to eating dinner, as your mother and father talked about how to deal with all the new guests on the inland and sharing the news with the other villages and inlands. The arrival of these strangers or newcomers will soon spell, something great and bad for your clan and family.

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veintrry · 1 year

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winter greetings and their departures.

wanderer x gn!reader, sweet & soft fluff, emotional angst, loss, memory loss.

warning! minor spoilers for wanderers backstory and major spoilers for 3.3 sumeru story quest. 4.3k words.

an: hi this is me b4 writing this and i feel like this is gonna ruin me.

edit: I'm ruined. I hate everything. part 2!

There was never much that Winter would bring to Snezhnaya, after all, it was always winter here. From the piping hot delicacies, the layers of clothing, the deep inches of snow. You practically didn't need to wait for Winter to come. However, what it does bring is gifts, and one day you received a puppet at your doorstep, unbeknownst to you that is.

A couple of weeks ago you had found a boy slumped up against the wall of your house. Seeing this as you hummed to yourself planning to spend the day shopping, you obviously were surprised at the figure that donned a large hat and light clothing sat unconscious against the wall. At first you had assumed that maybe it was a drunk who didn't know better, however, after feeling his temperature, you decided to leave the pondering for later.

After a tough struggle of getting him into your home, you laid him on your couch, draping him in multiple blankets. Immediately after doing so you put a hand to feel for his pulse but nothing came through and panic surged through your body. You tried feeling for his heart but nothing beat underneath your palm and there was no sign of his chest ever having been raising up and down, even back when you found him outside. Had he died out in front of your house that long ago? You felt guilty for not being there soon enough but you were wondering just for how long had he been out there? Why did no one help?

You didn't exactly know what to do till you saw him open his eyes, sending your body stumbling backwards as you yelped form the horrifying sight. He's dead. He's meant to be dead. "Who the hell are you?" This doesn't happen to dead people does it? God, please, what possession occurred within your home? "You're alive?" You inched near him. "Of course I'm alive, have you ever seen a dead person before or should I show you one?" Despite his threats you were relieved to know he was well, "Oh my god, you're alive." You say as the weight leaves your shoulders. "I couldn't feel your heartbeat so I thought you had died by now." You don't notice the way his face scrunched at your words.

"Who are you?" You know, he was awfully direct for someone who was drunk prior. "I'm the person who had to drag you out of the freezing cold." You tell him your name as you expect a form of thanks or emotional gratitude but it never comes. "Do you want me to get on my knees and pledge loyalty to you?" Maybe you should've left him to die.

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But you didn't, that's why you were here now, eating dinner together like you do every day.

You came to find that the young man, who's name you came to find out is Scaramouche, was not as bad as you thought he was despite his horrible personality. In fact, he was good company once you adapted to his way of speaking. He clearly isn't as direct about his emotions as you thought he was.

You would say you two had become good friends since the incident that occurred, although, he's never really told you how he ended up there. You always thought he was too embarrassed to admit what occurred, after all he has a lot of pride, but you've come to realise he doesn't enjoy alcohol, not unless he seems to be in a bad mood. You never wished to pry onto what happened for him to end up in such a state so you let it be.

"It tastes good right?" The question leaves your mouth excitedly as you expect to be praised. It had been the first time you were the one who made dinner because ever since the first time he met you he decided you were too careless and 'might try to poison him' if he lets you do the cooking. But, after some haggling, you managed to persuade him. Most likely because he seems to have grown a soft spot for you. "It's fine."

Your spoon hitting the bottom of the bowl. A silence overcame the room. The dish before you two was goulash, but not just any goulash, no, it was Your Special Goulash recipe. You had mastered this recipe to perfection, no, more than perfection, it is a goulash so good the Archons would be astounded. "Liar." You bitterly said. "What, you seek more praise?" He spoke, his voice was somewhat laced sweetly with honey as though to further taunt you. "Yes. Yes, I do. This is years of work, it is more than fine, it is magnificent!" You take strong pride in your skills when it comes to cooking and it won't be undermined. "I think it's pretty average." "Average?!" You repeated with astoundment.

One could say you were almost this close to jumping over the table at this blasphemy. He was clearly taking much amusement in your behaviour. "Yeah, I bet I could make a better gou-" His sentence is cut short by a spoon being forced into his mouth and he feels the warm liquid seep into his mouth, the seasonings it carries covering his tongue. His gaze stays stuck to your hands and his eyes are wide. You could easily tell he was astounded and you began to smile happily, but his shock didn't come from what you thought it did. He raised his sights onto you, and your stupid face.

Scaramouche felt his face grow warmer, and it wasn't frustration at your actions but something else. You take note of this and your eyes seem to glimmer, at this he pulls your hand away from him, thereby removing the spoon as he swallows. "So you do like it!" You're so dumb. Such an idiot you are. His hand is raised to his face as he mumbles something but you don't hear him, and you ask him to repeat it, repeat what you know will be the praise you deserve. "I said...It's too hot."

"...What." You stand still, disappointed once more. "It's goulash, it's meant to be hot!" And to your surprise, he mimics the same volume as you. "Well, it's too hot!" "You just don't know genius when you see it!" Taking a seat back down harshly. "Ha! I see it in the mirror every day." Crossing his arms as he bites his bottom lip, as though trying to keep his own resistance against something, making himself appear frustrated despite the colour of his ears. "You wish. Just eat up." You huff, biting your own food.

"Whatever." And he does the same as you, but with each bite he takes he stays more and more focused on what you did. You're so careless. Do you ever think prior to acting? He chuckles to himself, and you raise a brow but don't ask anything.

You both continue to eat peacefully.

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Scaramouche had begun to act oddly. It's small things he does that have changed.

He used to cling onto you, he wouldn't directly ask for it but you'd give him it and he'd welcome it despite his complaints that you're too touchy, "You better not do this with anyone else." He'd say to you. And whenever you tried to leave his grip he'd pull you back in, asking you what you thought you were doing leaving him like that. He used to always keep you in his sights, he'd stay reading a book somewhere in the room just to make sure he can also keep an eye on you. But now, he seems too busy, too worried, with something, you aren't entirely sure what. You've asked him about his behaviour but he brushes it off, acting as though you're imagining things.

You question why he feels more distant nowadays, why even after having known each other for a long time now it feels like you're back to being strangers. Despite always being the more honest one out of the two you didn't want to admit to him that you missed having him there, with you. Yes, you two still lived together, but, although you don't want to admit it, you missed his touch.

It's an odd thing to say that you lost someone when they're always with you, it's kind of like having an anchor tied to you, yet the rope isn't tied around you, it is in you. You are one.

You wanted to figure out what's wrong, to sort things out. So you decided you'd try again, that you would do your best.

"Scara?" You called, peaking your head into his room. His answer was quick and to the point, not bothering to stare back at you. "What is it? I'm working on something." You pranched towards where he was sitting, attempting to peer over his shoulder, glimpsing at what he was working on before he abruptly hid it. You feel your brows furrow as you bite your tongue. Why was it that he suddenly began keeping things from you? You can recount exactly when it started. It wasn't like he shared everything with you, nor did you expect him to, but he didn't go out of his way like this.

You straightened your back. It was better to simply be straightforward with him. "What are you hiding?" Your voice was flat, there is no reason for there to be anything other than suspicion. "Nothing." Quick as always to cover up, but unlike other times he might have lied to you, this time his eyes didn't meet yours, they stayed focused on the ground.

You fisted your hands, annoyance surged through your body, but another part of you felt differently. You felt disappointed, not in him, but yourself. You somehow felt you had done something to cause this, to have him leave you behind. It felt slightly hollow. How can you blame him when you want to so badly just forgive him for whatever it is?

"Scara," You started, and the words threatened to never continue sounding out, to stay confined in your throat, suffocating you. But once he glanced up at you, anticipation in his orbs, you knew he was aware, aware that he had done something. If so, why hasn't he done anything regarding it? Regarding how he neglected you. You barely eat together anymore, he's too busy. "Please, just tell me, what's wrong?"

Truth is, he did wish to tell you, but then your idea of him would shatter. Everything you saw would fall apart. He can't have that, he doesn't want you to hate him, he can't take that. "Is it something I did?" No, no, no. God, no. He finds himself denying it repeatedly in his mind, the guilt seeping into his body, realising that you might have been blaming yourself the entire time. The last thing he'd want is for you to denounce yourself in his stead. He knows what he's doing. He knows what he has been doing to you and he knows it's cruel and awful, but he has to, he has to. He's done worse so why was this most bothersome for him?

"Did I ever say that?"

"No, you didn't. But, what else am I meant to think." You were the one who suffered the consequences of his actions. He expired a heavy breath, before admitting his thoughts, putting aside his usual act. "You're right. No, you didn't do anything. You never did. I'm simply caught up with some stuff."

"What stuff? You keep saying you're busy but you never tell me what. I'm… starting to get worried. I don't know what you're doing but if you have to go out of your way to hide it from me then it mustn't be good."

He didn't respond, only blankly blinking at you. It was hard to figure out what he was thinking till he stood up, his following words cut through not only the tension that had built up but you as well.

"I plan on leaving."

"What, where?! Why?!" You couldn't wrap your head around why he'd make such a plan, or why he would have to, nevertheless want to. "I have something I need to do. It's important to me." Important to him. Important to him? Why had he never mentioned it and why does he only bring it up now. He still continues to be discreet about his actions despite clueing you in with small tiny drops of information. But you didn't want the info, you wanted to know when it would end. "Then is it more important than you and I?"

It was as important on its own as he was. And since they were tied, if he were to say it is then he'd be saying he's worth more than you. He wouldn't want to put you down. No, you meant the world to him, you were so beautiful, you were wonderful and full of life but in a way he felt like he didn't deserve it, he didn't deserve this warmth, your warmth. You were the world but his vision was much bigger, he was a god, this is his birthright. If you'd listen to him, if you could understand, if you could trust him. Trust him blindly without a second thought. That's what he wishes to ask of you, he doesn't want to cause you any more pain but this is necessary for him to achieve. "Yes. It is."

He didn't need to hear your words to know how you felt, every part of your face said it. The misery, the burning, aching misery that swirled within those orbs of yours. How your body tensed, your jaw clenched tighter, and your brows raising higher in astonishment. A laugh leaves your throat, a scratchy bitter chuckle, and he hates it. "I see. Okay, I get it." It was clear he had already decided to dispose of you, that whatever this other thing was is more valuable, it matters most, not you. You feel as though you've been shot, the emptiness filled with disappointment and shame at him and yourself for ever thinking he'd have chosen you. You step away, and move towards the door. He says your name, it sounds almost pitiful, and you are hesitant to glimpse at him. You're weak, at this point what do you have to lose. You both know the end.

So you turn, you face him once more. Now you are the one to observe him, watch the way his face scrunches at your expression, how his fists are clenched. His mouth agape as no words leave his mouth yet you see it in his eyes, how he pleads you to stay, begs you to forgive him. You wish to think it isn't how he said it was. Scaramouche always had a tongue that defied his thoughts. But you wanted to hear him say it was you. It never came. No words came. Nothing but silent mouthing, as though he was whispering to you, knowing that if he spoke his voice would break. 'I love you.' And you see the way his shoulders drop, his orbs following the slightest of movements you make. You can't find it in yourself to say the words back. You only gaze at him as though he was the worst man you had known, and he might've been. To your disdain, you didn't hate him at that moment, you pitied him, and you hated yourself for feeling sympathy for that man.

You left without a word said, but you both knew each other well enough to know what you both were thinking.

After that, everything was quiet. There was no more tension. You didn't bother asking the Archons or a deity for help. What good would it be to ask a higher being for help, does that not only prove how dire your situation is, how pathetic it is? You didn't need the Archons, you will adapt as you always do.

One day, everything became all the more quiet. And you realised how much comfort you took in his company. You were truly alone now. It's just you.

You stare blankly at his door. You sit against it like you have done a thousand times, and you pretend he is just working again.

—

Not once did you enter his room. You didn't want to know what he took, because you feel its empty space in your chest, and you didn't care for what he left because you felt it in the silence as you monitored the items he touched for any traces of him like an owl, never blinking.

You were once again at his door, knocking thrice and awaiting any sound to erupt from the room but you only had the peace of no noise return. And yet you hated it, you felt frustrated. To you it was never placid because you could hear your thoughts echoing throughout the rooms, his name tormenting you, following you. How could one forget him, with a face like that, a personality so annoying like that? And yet you loved it; you loved him.

The day he left the snow had already erased all footprints he might've left behind, you would think that maybe that's why you feel his ghost here constantly. But it's likely your delusions.

Today, you'd enter. You wanted to feel him. To remember what it was like to have him. You didn't wish to forget him. The numbing coldness of the metal on your palm became evermore permanent as your hand seemed to refuse to budge. What had he done to have put me in such a state? You think it's funny.

You turn the knob, and push the door open.

White. So much white. The glacial weather was near enough to numb you, but that was not why you stood paralysed. You felt tears twinkle in your vision, before departing and travelling down your cheeks.

Snow. It's all snow.

He had left the window open. God, he probably never left out the door.

You stayed still as you processed this. Your mouth agape as your eyes stayed glued onto the sight before you.

It always snows in Snezhnaya, so why was this so much more painful?

It's torturous. It's horrible. It's pure torment. Yet it is such a beautiful sight to you, it is home to you and you hate it.

Your eyes wander around to where all the snow particles have fled to: The bed he slept on, the cabinets, his desk. The desk he worked at.

You walk closer, you feel your feet dip into the snow. You study his table, only a match, a bottle of ink, and a letter. He left a doll next to it.

You spent the entire day there, cleaning the snow out, and you left everything else untouched as you shut yourself in there just as he had, reading the letter where he had written it and then, you cried. You cried till your weeps went mute. Your attempts to stop your tears continuously failed. You hate him. Every aspect of him. And you hated how well you knew him.

—

'My dear,

I know it's shameful of me to say goodbye like this. I don't want to see what face you make.

I'm going to Sumeru, I'm going to fulfil what I was meant to be. Then, I'll come for you.

I'll be stronger then, I'll protect you from everyone, so this time let me save you instead. Wait for me, I won't take long.

I love you. Next time I see you I'll seriously say it. Thank you and I'm sorry, for all that I caused you. I'll make sure to repent with the rest of my life.

(I hope you like the puppet. It was made for you.)

Yours Truly,

Scara.'

—

It seemed that the weather only grew colder day by day in Snezhnaya. You had developed a pretty steady routine which was unusual for your normal self and today was your special day, today you got to spend a day treating yourself to all things nice. You've worked hard this week after all.

So, you walked out to the hallway dressed and ready to go, hurrying past the guest room and putting your shoes on, wrapping yourself with a scarf as your gloves turned the knob of your door. You leaped out of the house excitedly, only to catch yourself on your foot as you found someone standing at the right of your door.

A beautiful face was what you were met with, you felt the air knock out of you as you stumbled back. You didn't spot how the man smirked at the sight of this, nor would you know the relief it gave him to see you still the same. "Did I frighten you?" He wanted to test the waters, just out of curiosity, just so maybe, maybe it's fine, maybe you're an exception.

"No- I mean, yes? You did. I'm sorry, who are you?" For a second his face dropped into a sour expression, but he returned himself to his previous composer. "You ought to be ashamed. To think you'd forget me after I told you to wait for me." His words were a whisper but despite their gentle tone their weight laid heavy on him.

"Pardon? I couldn't hear you…"

He resented himself for what he was going to say and he was internally cringing and god he hates you for having him say something so dumb, but if this was a sick joke maybe he should appease you.

"I'm just a wanderer, that's all. Sorry, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find the best goulash?"

"The best goulash in Snezhnaya?! That's a hard thing to decide… Well, there's a diner down far by the town's heart. I'm heading there so you could join me if you'd like?"

Kind-hearted as always. An idiot to the core. But so was he for thinking that you'd offer him, a stranger, your secret recipe. Yeah, he should've cherished it when he had it. It was good, really good, and your face was pretty too, stupidly pretty.

He studied your outfit. Layered and thick as always, a contrast to his. You had yourself packed warm but that wasn't what he was focused on, you had a messenger bag strapped across your chest, and off it he saw the puppet he gave you. It was his.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked, pointing at it and ignoring your offer.

You found everything about this so-called wanderer odd. But when he asked about the puppet you had attached to your bag you couldn't quite recall when you got it. "I'm not sure… maybe it came with the bag? Sorry, is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No, nothing else. One thing though," You piped your head up, and he swallowed his pride. He didn't want to lie to you, even if you don't remember it now, he doesn't want to lie to you. But he never realised how much of a difficult thing to say it was, especially when you don't remember. Could he say he loves you, does he have the right anymore?

"Wanderer?"

"I… love you." He could feel that same heat that would always arise within him coming back once fourth. He tilted his ichimegasa down to hide his face, spitting out his next words quickly. "I'll be departing now!" This had been the first time that you knew that you saw him flustered, or that you've met him which made his words more absurd to you, but you felt almost flattered to be told that by someone so pretty. It was such a simplistic way of thinking. Then his words register once more, and you look at the chained puppet, unlocking it as you gaze at it. How alike they were.

How strange, how weird it was, the gaps in your memories, the guest room in your house, the puppet that looks like him, him acting so weird towards you, so casual.

You begin to wonder if this was really a mistake.

—

Despite the flustered emotions he first felt, he quickly let them pass, realising you'd simply think nothing more of him than him being some creep. Ha, to think he'd settle for such a thing so easily.

To think he'd settle for this so easily. What was he meant to do? What should he do? Tears welled within his eyes as he walked, and he hoped that even if the snow covers his trails it never erases what's already beneath.

He made a gigantic mistake. One he has to atone with the rest of his life. Unfortunately, it appears it isn't with you. He was ready to spend the next hundred years being pestered by you. But to be rid of that was an even worse punishment.

The wanderer won't tamper with your life. He wouldn't do such a thing to you. Despite his many wants to, his need to be with you, he won't. Because it is he himself who made himself land in such a position. Maybe rather than having shown up like that he should've recreated everything from the beginning, maybe then you would behave just as your stupid self normally would. Supplying him with warmth, dumb comments, annoyance, affection, care, humanity. Humanity. God, you had already made him a person long ago.

What should he do, what should a lost wanderer do when his home doesn't look at him the same. When those familiar eyes only return an unknowing look, a clueless, foreign stare?

How long does it take to rebuild a home, to rebuild the love you once carried for him?

The snow continues to seep into the room like sand filling up an hourglass. The doors knob has icicles on its insides and the inks long gone solid. All that remains is the opened envelope and the letter it contained, with stained tears. Another tightly sealed letter beside it.

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slinket · 4 months

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Smutmas Day 8

Prompt: Touch me and you lose

NSFW

MC wanted the world to be fair, as much as it could be, which is why she was alway so upset with Professor Sharp and his treatment of Ominis. It was ok to have high expectations despite the disability, but it was not ok to have those expectations if you as a teacher are unwilling to adapt your teaching to better help the student.

Ominis couldn't see the ingredients or read the labels. Nothing was written in braille. While Ominis was able to identify some things by their smell or feel, it was often dangerous to sniff or touch several ingredients, which left him at a huge disadvantage. Ominis couldn’t compare to a regular sighted student because he wasn’t being given a way to learn that ‘overrode’ his inability to see.

He should have been assigned something like an interpreter. This person would not be able to help Ominis in any way, just level the playing field. The assigned person could be expected to read labels, just the names, no information about what the item did (unless other students were also given that information.) This helper would be able to make a statement regarding the color of the potion - ‘the potion has become purple’ - Ominis would still be expected to know what the purple color meant, but he had to know first that it had become purple.

Basically, Ominis was being screwed out of his education, and possible future opportunities because his Professor refused to accommodate him. It really pissed MC off. She knew Ominis didn’t like talking about his disability, or even admitting that his blindness did cause him some problems. MC thought he should talk about it more though. There was nothing wrong with him intellectually due to the blindness, and it was unfair that some of his grades may have reflected as though he was ‘slow.’ No, she wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. He worked his ass off, was a great friend and person, and she would do what she needed to do to make sure he was treated fairly.

MC gave a few impassioned speeches to Ominis’s professors, several of them agreeing with her, and would look into adapting the material so he had better access. The one person who refused to bend though, was Sharp. Potions was already a hard subject for Ominis, but it being so reliant on sight really made it nearly impossible for him to compete academically.

She scheduled another appointment to speak with Sharp again, this time making it late at night. It was time to put her plan into action. She arrived a bit early for the appointment, wearing her tightest clothing under her robe. If she couldn’t Sharp to agree to treat Ominis better, she would blackmail him into it.

When Sharp arrived, he found her sitting on his desk awaiting him. Rather than unsettle her, he sat down in the chair the student would usually take. He looked up at her, forcing a smile.

“Another meeting, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Oh Professor Sharp, I am here to speak to you about Ominis again.”

“MC, I already told you, I will not be allowing any advantages in this classroom.”

“It wouldn’t be an advantage - you would be making things fair and possible for him.”

“My answer is still no.”

MC furrowed her lips. She shifted on the desk, removing her robe, and showing off her tight clothing. Watching Sharp follow her movements with his eyes, she brought her feet up onto the desk, and spread her legs apart. Sharp’s eyes dipped down quickly to see her exposed pussy. MC saw his eyes go wide, and he looked up at her before turning away.

“Oh, you can look, Professor Sharp. I want you to look. I am here, specifically for you to look.” MC slid her hand over to her leg, running her finger over her thigh before tracing it down to her lower lips.

Sharp turned back to look at her, his eyes falling directly at her open legs. He swallowed hard. “Why are you doing this?”

“See, Ominis is my best friend, and I would do anything to make sure he is treated fairly. I love him dearly. If I can use my body to help him live a better life, I will do so willingly.”

She took two fingers and ran them up and down her pussy lips. She then opened her lips apart with the fingers, allowing Sharp to see inside of her. The glistening skin, pink and warm, her opening being visibly small, letting him know how tight she would be, should he ever be lucky enough to get inside.

“I am going to let you watch while I touch myself. You are welcome to pleasure yourself as well, but touch me and you lose. In response to this gift, you will start treating Ominis and his education in the way that I demand. If you don’t, I will go straight to the headmaster and tell him all about how you took advantage of me.” She dipped a finger inside of herself, pumping it in and out slowly, listening to Sharp’s breathing change.

“We both know that while you may have some misgivings about this - Black won’t, so if I offer him the same deal - fire you and he can watch me - he will take the win. So, I suggest you just enjoy yourself.”

Sharp nodded, his eyes never leaving her pussy. He reached down to his pants, pulling his already pulsing cock out, and wrapping his hand around the base.

“Oh, look at that, how large you are Professor. You see my tight little hole?” She pulled her finger out, letting him look inside of her once again, “I think that as long as you uphold your part of the deal, I may let you slip that monster inside of me. You would stretch me so well, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I would shove myself completely inside of you, I would tear you apart, and you would love it.” His hand started pumping, and at each upstroke Sharp would run a finger across the head, pulling his dripping pre cum down over his shaft.

They continued this way for a bit, MC playing with herself, even allowing Sharp to guide her motions. He really loved watching her play with her clit, running her finger over it in circles and then watching her core clench over nothing, like it was begging him to fill it.

He kept his hands to himself, never touching her, just stroking himself, thrusting into his hand as he brought himself closer to explosion.

“Professor - You’re going to start treating my Ominis better now, yes?” MC asked him once again, knowing that he was reaching his height of pleasure.

“He will be given anything that will help him in passing.”

“Ohh, good boy. Come here. You still can’t put your hands on me, but I want you to press the tip of your cock right here.” She pushed her finger into her core. “Don’t push inside, but I will allow you to cum right on my hole.”

Sharp was standing in front of her within seconds, his cock pressed right up against her, making sure his slit was covered so his seed would flow into her. MC rubbed her clit again, Sharp now able to feel the liquid heat spill onto him, and finally was able to feel her core pulse, grasping onto the little bit of his cock that it could. That moment was all he needed, his body shattered as he started to cum, shooting inside of her before it would pool and start seeping out. When he pulled away, he watched as his seed puddled at her opening, some of it slowly dripping down the remainder of her slit, pooling once again at her ass.

The next time MC and Ominis had Potions, he found that the bottles holding ingredients had braille on them. Ominis was also surprised that Sharp was allowing MC to tell him when his potion had shifted color. As class was ending, Ominis leaned over to his friend, kissing her cheek as she grabbed his hand.

“I don’t know what you did, but I know this change is because of you, thank you, my darling.” His whisper flowed through her ears, bringing joy to her face.

She returned the kiss, while looking at Sharp. “Anything for you, Ominis.”

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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Day 2: Mutual Masturbation

Loving Lesson

Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: afab!reader, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, fapping, pretty fluffy ngl

A/N: This is the softest smut I've ever written. Very fluffy, very domestic, very loving. For once there's not even any dirty talk which is crazy for me. If you're looking for more intense Gaara stuff don't worry, there will be later. Hope you enjoy!

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Physical affections were something foreign to you, but you were learning and adapting quickly. Your boyfriend was rather similar in his comfortability with touching. You both had overcome much, initially hand holding had been the extent of both of your tolerances for a few months before moving forward to embraces and continuing the progress to get to what you were so anxiously excited about. Both of you had been together long enough, longer than most other couples before they passed the stage you had yet to take on but that didn’t matter, what mattered is that you both felt ready.

He had broached the subject first, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and an avoidant stare to the side the only tells as to his own mental anxiety about the question. You had agreed, maybe a bit too quickly. The both of you had decided on a night where you both had a relatively lax schedule and you waited anxiously for the day to arrive. When it came, you had to ask your best friend to help you prepare.

She had helped you choose clothes, specifically underwear, that you had no idea even counted as underwear. You had never felt so pretty before, it was a good feeling but an unfamiliar one. When you arrived at his door you felt like your heart might burst from your chest. It’s just a regular date, you reminded yourself. A regular date with a little extra after dinner.

Before you could even knock on the door it opened and your favorite redhead stood before you, his body language giving more away than his face. He was a bit tense, his shoulders set back and straight, his hands clenching and unclenching, and there was an unrest to the sand around him. His nerves made you feel a bit better about your own. You smiled at him, wide and loving before he let you in and your date began.

The food was delicious, the conversation lighthearted and mostly steered away from work. When it came time for the after-dinner portion you were so comfortable you had almost forgotten about your plans. He held your hand gently, stroking the roughened skin from years of ninja work and training, as you both sat on the couch. Was he procrastinating or was he just taking your comforts into consideration? Either way you didn’t mind, you knew that he wanted you and that you wanted him too. Hesitation always came with change. Even if he suddenly changed his mind, you would be alright, maybe a bit disappointed, but respecting his boundaries was more important.

He hesitated a moment, his gentle strokes pausing as he looked you in the eyes. That lovely seafoam green made you melt a little bit. His gaze was meaningful and endearing. “Are you ready? We can do this later if you need more time.”

You thought for a moment, despite already knowing your answer, you wanted to be as sure as you could be; masturbating, but together, that was a big step after all. The farthest you both had gotten was some light under the clothes exploration, nothing too heavy. But you wanted more, much more. You wanted the full relationship experience and you only wanted to share it with him. He was the love of your life after all.

“No, I’m ready. Are you ready?”

His light strokes resumed as he gave the same amount of contemplation you did before he nodded seriously. “Yes, I want to—” he cut himself off and looked to the coffee table for a moment. The young Kazekage turned back to watch you intensely, his eyes looked like molten colored glass. “I want to learn how to make you feel good.”

You didn’t think it was possible for your cheeks to feel any warmer.

“Me too,” you muttered, feeling the twisting nerves in your gut from excitement and nerves. A lump began to form in your throat and to distract yourself from the thrum of your overly-excited heart you leaned forward to press you lips to his. You noticed that his were a bit chapped, not that yours weren’t, but you decided that when this was all over you were going to tell him to drink more water. Should you gift him a bottle for your anniversary? Maybe a big one, with cute cactus stickers—focus on Gaara, dummy.

Right, focus, you chastised yourself. He kept his hold on one of your hands as he gently reached behind your head with the other one. Carefully, with little pressure, he brought you closer to deepen the kiss. Your tongue moved first, licking against him and coaxing his own into action. His tongue met yours and they stroked one another with a soft eagerness. You pulled your hand from his and wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his now free hand on your hip. His tongue moved back first, allowing yours access to his mouth which you took full advantage of.

On average, you found that he tasted like sand. Not terrible, but also not the best flavor, but to your pleasure he tasted more like dinner with a hint of sand. A pleasurable change that made you hum into his mouth. Once your tongue was finished stroking the roof of his mouth his tongue entered yours. He dragged his tongue against the inside of your cheek and you begin to run your fingers through his crimson hair.

When you both pulled away you felt alight with excitement, you both watched each other as you breathed before you nodded and detangled yourself for a moment, beginning to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “Here or the bedroom?”

He took a moment before replying, “Bedroom.”

With eagerness, you both stood at the same time and began to walk, albeit a bit quickly, toward his room. After you both entered, he shut and locked the door, and you took off your fancy shirt and folded it before setting it off to the side. You fiddled with the frilled bow at the front of your bra for a minute before working up the courage to look at him. He seemed enamored, his hands unsure of what to do but his eyes soft and heated as they took in your rarely bare form. Gaara, whether to level the field or to get to the pleasure quicker, he took his shirt off as well.

You’d seen his bare chest only a handful of times, but the more you saw of it the better. His pale skin and lithe muscled form always excited you. For a moment you contemplated removing your pants too before deciding that was indeed the best option. When you had finished folding and setting down your clothes you waited anxiously for his next move. Likewise, he removed his pants and placed them neatly on top of his dresser. “Should we sit on the bed?”

He nodded, and you both got on opposite sides and faced each other. The redhead kissed you this time, and you ran your hands along his exposed chest until he began to shudder. His hands wandered and gently pressed against your covered breasts before stroking along your sides. You shivered when his strong fingers settled on your naked inner thighs. When you both pulled away, a small string of saliva connected your mouths for a moment before it broke and you asked, “Should we get started?”

Gaara’s serious nod made you giggle a bit, feeling high off of your nerves, and he gave you a small smile. You took a deep breath as you sat back from him and he from you, making sure that both got a good view of each other. He kept his boxers on, you didn’t push him to remove them, but his hands shook as he removed his erection from the black material. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was on the longer side with a thickness that looked just right. You felt your sex throb.

Your staring seemed to get to him, as he looked away with cheeks and chest almost as red as his hair. His adam’s apple bobbed, “Can I see you to?”

Broken out of solo staring contest, you nod nervously before hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and sliding them down your hips. You almost squeaked when you realized how wet your underwear had gotten, and when you spread your legs for him you bit your bottom lip as you showed him just how excited you were. His breathing audibly stuttered, and your fingers twitched as they rested on your trembling thighs.

You wanted to squirm as his eyes were glued to you, and you understood how he felt while you stared at him. Were you pleasing? You thought you looked relatively normal but maybe there was something weird you hadn’t seen. “I-I’m going to s-start, okay?”

“Right,” he swallowed thickly. “Right, me too.”

Slowly, you brought your fingers to the wet skin of your lower lips and ran them over your excited flesh. You didn’t masturbate often, but you had once or twice to the thought of your boyfriend. But when he was there in front of you, doing something similar while watching you, it made it hard to think about anything. Your eyes were drawn to the slow up and down stroke of his fist as he began his own show, you became transfixed.

As you watched his rhythm, your own naturally followed. When he thumbed his tip, you circled your thumb on your clit, when he stroked all the way down before slowly stroking up again, you gently inserted a finger into yourself and moaned. Your thumb stayed on your clit and you pumped your finger to the same speed of his hand. It seemed like he hadn’t been fully erect when the two of you started, as his member had only gotten bigger and more agitated as you continued.

Eventually you decided one of your fingers wasn’t enough, especially while looking at such a lovely example of what could be stuffed inside of you instead, and you added a second. The stretch was something you weren’t entirely used to, but Gaara seemed to thoroughly enjoy the sight. His cock had throbbed, so much so that even you could see it, and the tip had dribbled more of the clear fluid than it had been releasing before. He groaned and you moaned in response.

You moved your free hand up and removed your bra, beginning to feel impatient. Your thumb sped its circling as you heard the sounds of his wet skin and your own slick meld together, accompanied by your soft noises and his pants and grunts, in a sensual symphony. “Gaara,” you let out as you thumbed your left breast until your nipple pebbled under your touch. The tightening in your abdomen grew stronger and it became harder to not close your eyes and revel in the feeling, but you didn’t want to miss a second of him.

The tips of his ears, his cheeks, neck and top of his chest was flushed a delicious shade of pink. His brow bone and forehead were furrowed in concentration and his eyes remained glued to your slick soaked fingers and thrumming clit. He had yet to notice your naked breasts. Your boyfriend let out a moan of your name and you mewled and began to scissor yourself. You didn’t think you would last much longer. His lust blown eyes trailed up your body and took in your naked breasts eagerly. The redhead watched them rise and fall with every shaky breath you took, and jiggle with every thrust of your fingers.

“Not much l-longer,” you whimpered. Your skin tingled and you began to feel the pleasure more and more intensely.

“Me too,” his gravelly voice took on an extra level of baritone. So deep that if he had spoken it in your ear you would have cum just from the sound alone. “T-Together?”

“Together.” You nodded, still breathy and on edge.

Your eyes met and stayed glued together. If only you were the one stroking him, if he was inside would it feel even better than this? He reached his free hand out and you leaned toward it, placing your cheek in his warm hand and tentatively licking his open palm. The redhead flinched, his eyes squeezed shut and he gasped your name.

You felt it before you realized, and you let out your own gasp when the hot fluid hit your leg. “G-Gaara,” you moaned out, over drawn and breathy as your orgasm flowed through you. Your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curled as your hands stopped their motion and you tried to catch your breath. His thumb rubbed your cheek continuously, his other hand still as he remained hunched over.

“I didn’t learn anything,” he huffed, slight amusement to his tone. A breathy laugh left your lips and you brought your head down to rest against his forehead, in a teasing lilt you said, “Really? I learned that you need to drink more water and,” you licked your lips before lowering your eyelids in an attempt at being sultry, “I memorized every little move you made, love.”

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istorkyou · 1 year

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The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 1584

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

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This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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CHAPTER 15

Nine months of dating Ivar. Nine months of happiness. Nine months of amazing sex. Nine month of love.

The interest in your relationship publicly has definitely reduced, mostly because the pair of you don’t go anywhere the photographers would be. Ivar has adapted to your lifestyle easily and fits into your world perfectly. You still struggle sometimes fitting into his world, but you are getting better at the glitzy parties and rubbing shoulders with the extreme wealth in your city. You much prefer it when you guys do normal things together though.

You have become friends with his brothers, they were easily won over, especially Hvitserk. He and Iris have been on a few dates and he seems besotted with her. She likes him a lot but is being very ‘Iris’ about the whole thing and is playing it cool.

Ubbe is dating someone new and, aside from cracking a couple of jokes in the beginning, leading Ivar to threaten to murder him, in a seriously scary tone, your ‘thing’ is long forgotten.

Since the ball you haven’t seen too much of Aslaug, she has been away, staying in her house in Iceland for months.

She calls you the week she gets home and she comes to visit your shop.

You bond over your mutual love of fashion. She spends a long time looking through all the clothes you stock and buys some dresses and some jewellery.

“You have a really good eye, Y/N. A wonderfully eclectic mix of fashion in stock. Have you thought about expanding? Opening more boutiques across the city?” She asks curiously.

“I have, I am hoping to by the end of next summer, I just need to make sure the business plan is foolproof, find a space, blah blah! It will be a lot of work.”

“I can help, I am always looking to invest in small local businesses…” she trails off and raises her eyebrows.

“Aslaug, without wanting to sound ungrateful, because I really am grateful for the offer, I’ve got my heart set on doing it all by myself.” You give a determined look.

“Although, if you know anyone in real estate that can give me a heads up of any suitable spaces becoming available I will gladly take that help,” you give her a cheeky smile.

“It just so happens I do know some people who could help with that. I will get in touch with them,” she gives you a wink.

“Also, the jeweller who made the bracelet and necklace you bought could maybe use some help, she’s amazing but hasn’t managed to get herself a proper workshop. If you were interested? Her name is Sadie.” You hand Aslaug one of Sadies cards which she slips into her purse.

“You are a very determined young woman, Y/N. I can see why Ivar loves you so much. What time do you lock up the shop? We should go and get cocktails.”

“Yes! I bloody love a good cocktail, come back at 4pm?”

You think you might have finally cracked the cool exterior, Ivar will be so pleased and your heart swells.

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You wake up early on Christmas morning and throw on an oversized hoody, before Ivar is stirring and you grab the heavy present on the kitchen counter and head to the elevator.

It opens on the ground floor and you head in over to the reception desk.

“Preston, Happy Christmas!” You shout and laugh as he jumps out of his skin. You hand him over the present.

“What’s this?” He looks in disbelief.

“A pressie, open it!” You are so excited.

He opens the present to see a state of the art coffee machine and his face lights up.

“What? Why? You shouldn’t have done this, Y/N.” His face is tinged with annoyance.

“Oh shush, you always look knackered, we thought you could use it,” you retort.

“Wow, thanks so much, I don’t know what to say.“ He holds his hands up.

“Just a gesture for putting up with Ivar’s rude ass for all these years! Are you going home to your family soon?”

“He’s not so rude anymore.” He tells you with a wink “I finish in 30 minutes,” he says happily. “Happy Christmas, Y/N, thank you.”

“Happy Christmas, have a great day. Hope the twins are happy with their bikes.” You give him a quick hug then head towards the elevator.

When it dings and the door opens Ivar is standing, with his arm above his head looking at the floor and his eyes travel up you until reaching your face and creasing with laughter.

“Will that never get old?!” You ask him in fake annoyance, he knows you find it adorable.

“Happy Christmas, baby! Did Preston like his present?” He asks, pulling you in for a big kiss.

“Yep, he was very happy,” you bury your face in his neck.

“Do you want your present?” Ivar asks with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Is it an orgasm?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Later,” he laughs out, “come on, it’s in the bedroom.”

“This is getting more interesting..” he looks back with a withering look.

“Get your mind out of my pants, filthy girl,” he wags a finger at you.

“Can I give you my present first? I’m so excited!” He laughs at you and nods.

You run to your side of the bed and pull out an envelope, skipping to him to hand it over. He opens the envelope and reads the Christmas card inside, smiling. He opens the card and two pieces of paper fall out. He picks them up with a furrowed brow, reading the words on them.

“Wha..what is this? Japan? You bought us tickets to travel to Japan?!” Pure disbelief on his face. He keeps looking back at the tickets and to you, clearly having trouble processing the information in front of him.

“What the fuck? This is too much, Y/N! We said small gifts.” His face is shocked.

“Meh, you are worth it. Are you ok? Do you want to go? I thought we could go and try some authentic sushi? Remember when I first came here?” You are searching his face for any sign of happiness.

“Y/N, this is too much. You can’t afford this.” His face still shows nothing but shock.

“I can baby, I wouldn’t have bought them if I couldn’t afford it, you know that. The shop has been doing amazing. Do you not want to go?” Your voice is small and dejected.

“Are you kidding me? It’s my number one place I want to visit! Oh my god I’m so excited, I'm just in shock, baby. Thank you! Thank you so much. I’ve never had a gift like this before.” He pulls you in for a crushing hug, kissing you all over your face and neck until you are swatting him away.

“Do you want to open your gift?” He asks excitedly.

He walks to his drawers and pulls out a big black box with a giant gold ribbon tied in bow. He hands it to you and sits close to you, watching your face intently as you undo the bow. You lift the lid on the black box and pull out a red box that you recognise. It’s one of Sadies.

You look at him and his face is so earnest you give him a kiss.

“Open it,” he urges you.

You open the box and inside is the most beautiful necklace you’ve ever seen. It has three platinum chain mail chains twisted round each other all joined together with a diamond on each clasp. It has a round platinum pendant on it, around the edge there is an engraving and in the middle is a beautiful, green stone.

“Ivar……” you look up at him, your eyes misting up.

“I need to explain it!” He is like an excited puppy.

“I designed it, with a little help from Sadie. It’s platinum and diamonds on the clasps..” the look on his face is one of pure amusement, you can’t help but laugh at him despite wanting to act offended, a clear call back to the unwanted bracelet he gave you.

“The circle of the pendant represents my never ending love for you,” his face changes from amusement to seriousness.

“The engraving is the date I first laid eyes on you.” You bring it closer to your face to read it.

“The date of the merger party.” You tell him, with a big soppy smile on your face.

“And the green sapphire in the middle is the exact colour of the blazer you were wearing when we met. I knew from that very moment you were the one for me. Forever and always.”

You don't know what to say, your eyes well up with tears.

“Do you like it, Y/N?” He asks nervously.

“It’s the most beautiful, thoughtful present. I love it.” You wipe your tears of happiness and kiss him. “You can't tell me off for the gift I got you, this must have cost a fortune, Ivar,” he just shrugs and grins.

“I left a space on it for another engraving. I am going to get it engraved with the date I ask you to be my wife.” his voice is smaller than before and his face is red with a blush. You gasp at his words and pull him close for a cuddle.

“Just for future reference, I will say yes.

THE END - thanks for reading :)

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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A Mother's Journal - Part 4

Book: Wake the Dead (pre-series)

Characters: Eli Sipes; Jim, Florence & David Sipes (his family)

Rating: Mature

Words: Approx 3,200 (including journal entries / text)

Warnings: Loss, past deaths, depression, adult themes.

Summary: In the final segment of this series, Florence is learning to survive after she's lost something dear - hope. Recent challenges have left her surrendering to what she sees as a bleak horizon for her sons. But as she battles through depression and guilt to try to find meaning and a reason to carry on.... and she imparts that knowledge to her son.

A/N: A quick note, this covers over five years' time, but you'll notice there are large gaps in the timeline. That's done on purpose as the family's existence has become more mundane. There was little to define the differences in years, much less days. This will mention the disappearance of the Jones family. This is covered in the 3-part series Coming Up Blank which outlines Eli's first romantic relationship with his best friend, Nessa, and her disappearance.

When I started this, I knew it would be painful to become familiar with the Sipes family, knowing their ultimate canonical fate. As a mother, getting inside Florence's head as she does her best to provide for her family during the most difficult times has left me a little heartbroken to let her go. I know this has been a difficult series to read, but I hope you've found the glimmers of hope contained within it.... because that's its true message. Thanks for taking the journey with me. | @aprilchallenge | Family, Love

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Fall 2038

Florence stepped onto the small front porch, a basket of wet clothing under her arm. It was Tuesday, which meant laundry day. While David had largely taken over that task, Jim insisted their youngest accompany him as he hunted.

“He has to get better at this,” Jim insisted. “We won’t be here forever, Florence, and if anything should happen to Eli, David will need this skill to survive.”

Florence smiled as she recalled how David decided they would begin to dry their clothes on the porch. A wayward drone was plodding on the perimeter of their property when it stumbled into their clothing line. After untangling its mangled limbs, it wandered down the path, dragging their clothing behind it.

Nothing came easily in their world, and clothing was no exception. So losing the items was bad enough, but David had an even stronger argument for changing the process.

“It’s bad enough I had a drone lurch at me, but to see Eli’s underwear on his head as it did? Well, that was downright horrifying!”

Jim and Florence weren’t even sure the change would make a difference, but they didn’t care. They were so amused they agreed to it. David was so proud. Her youngest boy, with a poet’s soul, wasn’t made for this world. Despite the family’s best efforts to show him it wasn’t true, he often felt inadequate compared to his older brother, who adapted so well. So Florence knew this little change meant so much to her boy, and it made her happy each time she helped on laundry day.

Looking out into the field, she spotted Eli. He sat with his knees pulled up his chest, staring into the distance. With the last of the wash hung, she walked over to join her oldest.

“Do you mind some company?” she asked as she approached.

Eli glanced up without expression. He was unhappy that his father asked him to sit out this hunt, even though he understood why. But Florence knew it was more to it. Eli had changed. Losing the Joneses hit hard, and the mystery surrounding their disappearance made closure impossible. Then the horror of the surge… the fear instilled in them all. The rebuild Florence knew was ahead of her family was still a work in progress.

“There’s no need to ask, Ma,” he replied.

“Of course there is! You’re entitled to some privacy if you wish.”

He turned to her with a slight frown. “Mom, there are four of us… how much more privacy do I need?”

They sat in comfortable silence; Eli was picking at the grass beneath him when he finally spoke.

“What was it like, Mom?” He asked. “I was so young when the parasite hit; I hardly remember it anymore. I was just a kid, and I never even knew what it was like to be an adult during those times. But you did. How difficult was it for you to adjust?”

Florence signed deeply and moved closer to her son. “It wasn’t easy, Eli, and if I had stopped to dwell on it, it might have been too much to bear. But, we didn’t have the luxury of dwelling. In those early days, we spent every second struggling to stay alive and keep ourselves safe. After that, learning how to provide for us out here, that was more than a full-time job. We just did what we had to do.”

“Do you still miss it….the way things used to be?”

“Of course,” she breathed. “But not as much as I used to. Initially, I hoped a cure would be found, and maybe we’d be able to return to how things were. But it’s been so long….”

“So you don’t have hope anymore?” he interrupted.

Florence swallowed, taking time to choose her words wisely. The truth was, in many ways, hope died long ago, but who was she to rob her son of it? Even if he had only the slightest spark within him, she couldn’t extinguish it.

“It’s not that… it’s just been this way for so long now that… I’m just trying to find the best way to live within our reality. It doesn’t help to dwell on how things were or what we’ve lost. All I can do is take little moments and make them the best they can be.”

“Moment like this?” he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Yes,” she clasped his hand. “Moments just like this. Where the sun is shining, and the autumn leaves are painting a canvas against the sky. Our clean clothes are drying on the porch, and, most importantly, I’m here with you. There is so much to be grateful for, even in this world, and that’s what I hold on to.”

“Do you ever…” he trailed.

“Ever what, son?”

“Do you ever wonder what happened to the Joneses?”

“I almost wish I didn’t, but I do.”

Eli felt tears welling in his eyes, wishing to hide them from his mother. He turned away and bit his cheek until they were held at bay. Only then did he respond.

“So do I,” he whispered.

A mother can tell what her child needs, and at that moment, Eli needed her presence and nothing more. Wrapping an arm around him, she held him tight and let him take the lead. They sat in silence for a long while before he spoke again.

“Mom, do you and Dad have any idea what happened to them… if you do… you’d tell us, right?”

Her breath hitched as she recalled the conversation she and Jim shared after their friends went missing. Jim was confident he knew why they left without so much as a goodbye. He believed Kenny took the family to a colony to give Nessa and Brady a chance to find better partners as they approached adulthood. “Better” than Eli or David. Despite the close bond the families had shared, in the end, the color of her son’s skin didn’t make them suitable partners for Kenny’s children.

Florence had promised her husband she would never utter a word of this to the boys; they had suffered enough. Florence agreed. While she didn’t like lying to her son and understood the agony of the unknown, she didn’t want to burden them with that load.

“Mom?” Eli asked, his eyes insisting upon an answer as Florence warred with herself over the right thing to do.

“No, Eli,” she insisted. “We don’t.”

“OK,” he nodded before turning away.

The truth was, she didn’t know for sure, even if Jim’s suspicions seemed plausible. The only facts were that the Joneses disappeared without a trace. Her children’s only friends, their first loves, were stolen, now rendered to be no more than memories of the past. That was painful enough, and she wasn’t about to add the bitter sting of prejudice and racism to the mix.

Florence often felt contrite about the things she couldn’t give her children, so when presented with the opportunity to provide them with a precious gift, she gave it. She would allow Eli to remember Kenny Jones as the skilled archer who took an interest in him and helped make him the marksman he was today. She’d let him reminisce about the family who appeared to love him as one of their own. She wouldn’t allow the seeds of doubt that infested her mind, leading her to question every memory shared, to creep into her son’s. His present and future had been damaged, and she wouldn’t allow anything to corrupt his past too.

“You know it’s possible that we could see them again someday,” Eli muttered. “I know it’s not probable, but it’s not impossible.”

“No,” Florence half smiled, “it isn’t. I’ve seen a whole lot of bad things that seemed impossible come to be in my lifetime, so I’m holding on to hope that some of the good things that seem impossible will happen too. You know, you’re old for me to share this with now. There have been times over the years when it all seemed like too much. The burden and fears were too great, and I wanted to give up. But your father talked me through. He said the present was rough, but he refused to believe that’s all there would ever be. If there was even an inkling of hope for you or David to have some joy in your future, he would fight for it… and will I… and so should you.”

Eli smiled as he warmly embraced his mother, the two only coming apart when they heard voices in the distance. They turned to see David and Jim strolling down the path, though David seemed to be jogging more than strolling.

“Mom! Mom!” he beamed. “We’ve got dinner!”

“Oh, yeah?” Florence smiled. “What are we having?”

“Pheasant. Isn’t that one of your favorites?”

“It sure is,” she said, mussing up her youngest boy's hair.

“You’re getting good at this hunting thing?” Eli grinned.

“Do I have a choice?” David laughed.

His brother poked at his rib cage and chided him. “Not if you want to keep some meat on your bones.”

“Yeah, have to make sure I provide a good meal for the zombies,” David teased, earning a stern look from his mother.

“I joke! I joke!” David said contritely, holding up his hands in surrender.

“Well, thank God you don’t have to persist on being a comedian,” Florence laughed.

“Everyone good here?” Jim smiled as he reached the happy trio.

“We’re good,” his wife smiled. “We’re really good.”

“You know what we need,” Eli stated. “A family day at the lake, like old times.”

“Old times,” David mocked. “We went a few weeks ago!”

“I’m not that old,” Eli smirked. “So that’s old times to me.”

“I think we can manage one more trip before winter,” Jim nodded. “What do you say, Flor?”

“I say the boys should start planning the picnic!”

Eli and David rushed to the cabin, talking animatedly as they ran. Jim put his arm around Florence as they sauntered behind.

“They aren’t all bad days,” Jim said in his sweet baritone voice that melted Florence’s heart.

“No, they aren’t. They’re not all bad days at all.”

Thank you so much for sharing this journey. ❤️

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kzmfizz · 9 months

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HIDDEN LOVE 2023

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Hello Thursday!

Drama mood!!! 🎬📽️🎭

A long time I didn't post drama reviews. 😁

Ok, actually I have a few drama reviews for sharing. I'm so excited, but still lazy to do that. 😂

⚠️ PLEASE NOTE!!! ALL COMMENTS ABOUT THE DRAMA/MOVIE ARE BASED ON MY PERSONAL OPINION ONLY. THIS POST WILL CONTENT SPOILER!! 😉😉😉😉

Here is my first drama review for 2023....

"HIDDEN LOVE"

1) Storyline

Hidden Love is about a girl crush journey.

Sang Zhi (FL) crush and later turns to fall in love with his brother's (Sang Yan) friend, Duan JiaXu (ML).

This story was focusing on their love story and how both of them care about each other.

To me, HL is a light romance drama with a straightforward story, no heavy or annoying conflict.

I saw some negative comments about this drama that a girl too young falls in love. So far as I understand from this drama, Sang Zhi only admires DJX when her 1st meets him. She then crush and fall in love with him when she is in high school.

2) Characters/ cast

SANG ZHI (FL)

SZ character is described as a stubborn girl, pampered by her family. Even though she is spoiled, she is not a weak girl and not a "princess" outside her house. She is a protective, innocent and cute girl. Her strong personality maybe make Duan JiaXu fall in love with her.

DUAN JIAXU (ML)

DJX is a kind young man. He was described as a central air-conditioning system by Sang Zhi. 😂

He always smiles and rarely to get angry.

One of Sang Yan's close friend.

JiaXu an obedient son and sacrifices his life to repay for his father's fault.

He is also someone who always keeps his pain and sorrow alone.

After falling in love with Sang Zhi, Duan JiaXu has his future plans and motivation to live happily with his lover.

SANG YAN

Sang Yan is Sang Zhi brother and also Duan JaiXu best friend.

He was described as a young man who lives with his own thoughts without being affected by people around him.

Even though he is always bickering with his lil sis, he actually loves and always protects Sang Zhi.

VALUE TO WATCH

Yes, I recommended to watch it.

To those who like watching romance drama with light conflict, this drama is worthy for you.

Maybe the storyline is a bit boring because it only focuses on the main lead love story.

Actually, I really love Duan JiaXu clothes style.

Every time I watch dramas, clothes always be my main focus. 🤣

If the main lead styles are not my cup of tea, it will ruin my mood to watch that. 😆

Hidden Love ost also nice to be in one of your playlist songs. You can search that songs on YouTube.

Hidden Love actually adapted from the Novel "Secretly, Secretly; But Unable to Hide it (偷偷藏不住) by Zhu Yi (竹已)"

You can search for it if interested in reading that novel. Actually, there are a little different scenes and storyline but still it didn't ruin this story. Maybe drama adaptations have rules and their limits, so they change it a little. This is not new, there are always have a little change like that in any drama adaptation from novel.

" If it wasn't for Sang Zhi, all my life it might be another way. She does everything always think of me first. She is younger than me. Obviously I should take care her, she always wanted to keep me behind. She helped me out of the past, but me will be responsible for her future" ~Duan JiaXu~

"Sang Zhi, I always felt that before forever alone it's doesn't matter. But until I met you, you let me find out it turns out that lovers are loved is such a happy thing. Thank you for giving me so much love. It's because of you I found out that I'm such a nice person and deserve to be loved too. It was you who made me suddenly would love to try it out to love someone no matter what.

LIFETIME ONE PERSON" ~DUAN JIAXU~❤️

"Our story is from his twenty-two years old. I used to secretly hide my thoughts with him. Don't dare to let anyone find out. I try to be a better person, following in his footsteps. When I came to him, I just found I never run alone. He is also trying to run towards me. A full five years, I healed the wounds of his youth. He fulfilled my young first love. Our story begins from his twenty-two years old and ended in my twenty-two years old." ~Sang Zhi~❤️

"Duan JiaXu you know me. As her brother, I'm worried about my little sister when she sees a man. But after a days observation, I felt relieved when I saw that you're her boyfriend. But mark my words, if you dare hurt my little sister, I will make sure you will pay for it." ~Sang Yan~ ❤️

~THE END~

Goodbye Duan JiaXu! 👋

Goodbye Sang Zhi! 👋

Goodbye Sang Yan! 👋

I will miss them! 🤧🥲😭

CR: Youku Official Facebook, owner pictures and as watermark.

**** Sang Yan has his own story love too. It's a novel called "First Frost" by the same author.

I don't know yet how his love story, I will begin to read that novel soon. It's also rumours that it will be adapted to drama too. I hope JiaXu and Sang Zhi will be there as comeo. 😁

I need to move on from this drama.

Ok, see you next post! 😘

#cdrama #hidden love #duan jiaxu #sang zhi #sang yan #drama mood #c drama #dramalove

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vampirecatboy · 2 years

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Hello please tell us about Amaury and Bao

guh.. buh...

ahem, anyway lol

first off Amaury

his mom is a tiefling, and his dad is a merman, he's met neither. i originally planned for him to be raised by fairy vampires after his mom abandoned him in a fairy ring, but i'm instead going back to my original plan of them just being regular vampires, because i found out warlocks can have vampire patrons and i fell in love with the idea of Amaury serving the vampire that raised him (Josephine) and them having just the cutest relationship

originally, his patron was one of Josephine's thralls, Ariel, and Amaury was just so in love with him and wanted to be turned so they could be together forever, but Ariel kind of strung him along, then shacked up with some fairy vixen and broke Amaury's heart

so Amaury went crying to Josephine, who chewed Ariel out and maybe kicked his ass in a vampiric duel and took over as Amaury's patron, and now she's his mommy in the maternal sense, and in the warlock patron sense lol

as part of his deal with her, he finds her victims blood bags people to drink from, and helps her plan fancy vampire balls, because he's got an eye for aesthetics that she likes

oh what else what else

he's a TA at a magical college who got in trouble after he bit a student, but the student was a dick so it was morally correct, you know how it is with demons and fish men and demon fish men

now onto Bao! i haven't drawn him yet, but i found the perfect face claim a while ago and fell in love with him and was just itching to use him as inspiration:

(his name is Tony Thornburg, he's a model if you can believe it, link to the tweet the photo is from)

so Bao looks like /that/ lol, Ariel who? he's a former pirate queen, current pirate king, who had Josephine turn him into a vampire so he could sail for as long as possible, while remaining spry. his crew is made up of non-vampires, so his ship can still be maintained in the daylight

so as for how he and Amaury met... after Amaury got his heart broken, Josephine wanted to help him feel better, so she told him to go for a nighttime swim on a night she knew Bao's ship was nearby and to "make friends of the sailors" (btw part of being half merfolk is that Amaury can adapt to water by transforming his legs into a merfolk tail)

Amaury went swimming, came across Bao's ship and decided to make an entrance by diving down deep, then building momentum, swimming up and out of the water, high enough that he was able to grab onto the edge of the boat and startle the people on deck (no one expects a blue-skinned, behorned mercreature to leap out the water and say hello in the middle of the night lol)

but anyway, they pull him onboard, and call their captain (Bao) who comes out of the captain's cabin to see Amaury just hanging out and hey like.... pirates and merfolk are a match made in heaven so he was instantly intrigued by this sad wet little man on his ship

they get to talking, Bao asks where Amaury came from and Amaury tells him about Josephine so instantly Bao knows Amaury is cool, so he gets him some blankets and takes him back to his cabin, and Amaury's got his legs back but uh... clothes don't come with you when you transform lol, so Amaury is just fully naked wrapped in a blanket in Bao's cabin

and like Amaury is still hung up on Ariel, but Bao is so hot and Amaury is naked in his cabin and like.... best way to get over someone is to get under someone else and hoo boy he sure got under someone else lmao

so they knock boots and hit it off and Bao is so charmed that he asks to see Amaury again and it's the beginning of a lovely skinship that blossoms into romance, Amaury starts calling Bao "dumpling," Bao lovingly refers to Amaury as his "little barnacle" because of his stunt with clinging to the edge of Bao's ship (though he might switch to a different pet name that i haven't picked yet)

anywayyy if you read all that i commend you lol

#catgirlwheels #thank you for waiting i really went ham on this #and thank you for asking i've been dying to infodump about these two lol #Bao's entire pinterest board is just picture of that guy so i'm prepared for when i do draw him #amaury tag

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nightwingshero · 2 years

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I’m choosing random numbers from the extreme detailed question

1, 16, 20, 35, and 53 for any oc(s) of your choosing.

Thank you, love!!!!! I decided to do Virane (since the questions you asked were safe and won’t contain spoilers).

1. Age, Birthday, Star Sign

Virane is about 534 years old. Her and her sister are about two years younger than Mor. The birthday is a bit hard, because while I assume that in ACOTAR they have the same dates and such as we do, its never really confirmed. But I would say that she’s born deep into winter. Choosing her star sign was so impossible, I almost made her an Aquarius, but it didn’t quite fit and that’s because not one sign really does fit her. But that’s because she’s on the cusp of two signs. And I’ve been really back and forth on this, because there are different sides of her, but ultimately...I think she’s an Aquarius-Capricorn mix. She’s a good mix of air and earth, and I very back and forth between that one and the Sagittarius-Capricorn cusps. But Sagittarius was just a tad bit too much for her, though she does have a bit of fire in her, she is very fierce and can have a bit of a fiery temper. It just wasn’t so embedded into her personality to warrant a fire sign. She’s eccentric, but also very grounded. Aquarius-Capricorn gives her the capability of being a good leader on the battlefield and also a great conversationalist elite as an emissary, and it just works so much better for her personality. You can read here for more.

16. Can they drive?

There are no cars in ACOTAR, but there are different forms of transportation. Now, since she’s from the Winter Court, they can’t have horses--its too cold. They do have great carved sleighs that are pulled by velvet-antlered reindeer. Its a huge misconception that the Fae from that court ride bears, especially into battle, but that’s not correct. Granted, Virane tried on a dare when her, her sister Vivane, and Kallias were younger, but it was a huge mistake. But its seen as disrespectful to ride the bears, and they are very proud, and a lot of Fae have made comments about it, some crude and extremely insulting. Its a stereotype many from their forces (soldiers and guards) joke about and its said to Virane’s face often. There is a moment where someone says some really bad things to her and it does not end well for him mostly because of Azriel; but overall, its not something she will tolerate. She has become well-adapt at handling those situations with her silver tongue.

20. Clothing/Aesthetic

I just started a Pinterest for her, actually, so I will link it. But Virane has different clothing and aesthetic choices going for her. If she’s in a dress (for court or emissary reasons), it will most likely be light or dark blue with silver accents, sometimes lined with fur and sometimes lined with very fine fabric that helps with the uhhh imagination. Kinda Elsa like, but not at the same time. But she’s more likely to be wearing a tunic and tights, same colors with fur--which is often white or grey. Obviously she’ll have high boots with fur on the inside. Her hair is long, so its usually half up (like pined back with small braids throughout), in an elegant braid, and sometimes its completely loose. At a certain point, those blues are later incorporated into black as she associates more and more with the Night Court, and it so happens to match Azriel and his own aesthetic. Pinterest board is here.

35. What are they like as a friend?

Virane is FUN as a friend, but the side you get depends on what kind of friend you get. No, she does not have a personality disorder, she’s just...she’s very observant and careful, and there’s a difference between being court friends and being friend friends. If its diplomatic, Virane is very welcoming and accommodating. She will be very dutiful but also keep it light and her sense of humor will follow, and in this, she’s more of a listener and is excellent at keeping it professional and yet enjoyable. Now, if you are close friends, you’ll get a bit more of that exciting part of her. She’s a very witty and sarcastic person, but not in the dry sense. Its only dry when she’s pissed. Her sarcasm and wit are more light and teasing, very playful and she wants you to play in return. Virane is energetic and will go out to places with you, even if its a bit spontaneous. She doesn’t always like last minute things, and as an emissary, surprises aren’t welcome. But if she likes you enough, she’ll let it slide. But do not be shocked if her social battery drains faster than normal. She’s good at portraying an extrovert, but she’s an introvert to the core. Honestly, she can be a bit of both, but she has a tendency to recharge more while alone. But she’s loyal and she’s honest, she’s not one to sugarcoat things for you because you won’t like it, but its because she cares about you. But she’s very dependable. Her as an ally or a friend is definitely a good thing. You wouldn’t like it if it went the other way.

53. Expectations vs Reality: what did you expect and what did you get with this character?

I didn’t really know what to expect with her, though I suspect that she was going to start of a bit softer than how she turned out. I thought maybe sensitive, emotional, deep, someone with a deep love for animals, and just...I don’t know, maybe even a bit of a nerd in her own way? Like...Ice Princess meets Sugar Plum whatever or something like that, I don’t know. But I thought that would be where she went. A warm hearth of a person in the Winter Court. Well...she did kinda turn out to be a bit of a flame, but not in the same way I pictured. And I mean that in the sense of how she draws people in (a moth to a flame). Virane has some heat to her, she’s passionate and fierce, which is what led to her being a fighter. Which wasn’t the original plan, if I’m being honest. I wasn’t sure about making Azriel, who is an amazingly good fighter, an oc that could hold her own like that, and I had my reasons for it. But Virane took it, honestly. She took that and became an emissary as she started to grow. There’s a bit of wildness she took that threw me off (and its why I struggled with her star sign, I really considered giving her a fire sign because of it) but I let her have it along with her charisma, intelligence, and determination. It also kind of shocked me, because while I didn’t picture this for her in the beginning, but she does have a tendency to be alone, especially at night. She likes to sit in the windowsill and watch over the land. She likes the dark or the room dimmed a bit, enough to let shadows dance from the hearth she has in her bedroom. And I think that’s a tie to Azriel’s shadow deal, but that’s also something I didn’t intend for her. Virane became a very self-assured person and chose the role she wanted, or at least volunteered for what was eventually chosen for her. And she came out a lot better than originally planned.

#oc: virane beilynn #acotar #my ocs #asks

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alexcaldownapier · 2 years

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Film Adaptation - Logging Off

That’s this module done for and I can hop off and enjoy my summer. A long, tiring, but rewarding road.

Presenting our (as yet untitled) Final Film Adaptation:

vimeo

This will be a collection of my final reflections on the project and my role within it. What I did and how I felt about the end result.

The Script

I’m very proud of this script and it was nice to hear during the crit that the film made people feel something. This ended up being a bit of a passion-project, really quite personal. Not too get too intense on the blog, but I think a lot about how I interact with others and worry a lot about my personality/gender/sexuality performance. I’m not really sure how much of me is a performance for others and how much is actually me or if I like any of it. I do often feel like Kayleigh - just wanting to ask people what they want me to be. Seeing Claire’s scene in the mirror is just how I feel a lot of the time. My anxieties have all wormed themselves into the film. But, there is also so much joy in performing: telling a joke that makes someone laugh, wearing clothes that make you feel pretty, dancing to a song you like. I wish I’d managed to put some of the more positive parts of my thoughts on this into the script, but it was very cathartic seeing this script come together, realised so beautifully by our team, even if it is a little sad and depressing. I think it’s better when a film tries to put a positive spin on an idea, give the audience hope, or even offer some kind of a solution, but hey, if I knew the solution, I wouldn��t have written the script. Rowen was an incredible director throughout every stage of production. He gave me ample notes but always let me think through my contributions - I had agency but also guidance. With the script, he helped make sure every line was communicating what I wanted it to and that the beats all made sense in sequence. While this was a very personal script that resonated with me, the final draft was all down to the group. A lot of the ideas came from group discussions about the story and the character and Natalia also gave lots of feedback and helped hone the script. In the final film, there are some lines cut out for time which takes away from the flow of the scenes but, again, they were necessary and the ideas and emotion of the script are alive and kicking. The things I’m most proud of in this script is the subtlety of the themes, the natural rising flow of the opening conversation and the central character. (I’m not sure if the audience found it subtle but yeah, I think the themes are complex and could be thought about for a while based on the film?).

Casting

To help take a little off of Natalia’s producing plate, I did the casting call. In the end we got 15 replies and 10 audition tapes which I compiled and made a document so we could talk through them as a group. The document can be found here. I’m incredibly happy with our final cast. There’s specific moments that have come purely from the actors’ interpretation of the characters and they add so much. I love the way Gabriel snaps his attention to Kayleigh when she laughs at him, it’s perfect. Claire really carries the film and makes sure we feel everything Kayleigh is going through. I think I’m going to ask her to be in more of the films I’m a part of moving forward. We only had one actor pull out - our man for the Player. Thankfully, James Fox, our hero came in to help us out and did a stellar job (I really like his delivery of “are you always like this” - dead on with the intention of this line). I brought in a friend of mine who studies musical theatre for the bit part of the woman at the start and we also got loads of help from friends as extras and crew members as well. We did have one actress for Kayleigh who was age accurate, but we decided Claire’s tape was better and having a child on set would bring up extra considerations. Very happy with the cast, all in all.

Grip and AC

On set, I was mainly helping set everything up while also AC-ing and offering some creative suggestions regarding the script. I wrote a post about how I felt I interacted with everyone on set and it was quite negative. I think it’s true that I over-stepped a few times and was being curt and difficult but now, with a little distance from it, I don’t think I was as terrible as I thought I was at the time. Like Rowen said during the crit, I think we did work ourselves a little too hard. The weeks around the shoot I had been non-stop busy and stressed with barely a free hour in the day, so I wasn’t going to be at my best. Again, I’m sorry to the crew for being a bit of a habitual line-stepper, but yeah, everyone’s very forgiving and loving. I really meant what I said in the crit - it was an absolute pleasure to work with this group, despite my own intra/inter-personal failings. I think I helped make the sets look good and hopefully helped make the production go a bit smoother by doing things that needed done.

Sound Design

I wish I’d taken some screenshots of my ProTools session as I am very proud of it. I’ve made a lot of progression in my sound design skills this term, I feel. My session was far tidier and more expansive than for Subject 36, our film from last term. Most of the work is talked about in this post, but I have some additions since then. I got the feedback from Rowen after my first draft and they helped so much. Again, I had agency and guidance. I made the final effects sound more cohesive and in the same space, smoothed out a few issues, made the scene in the forest feel more personal and natural and added to the special effect noises. Rowen came through with some new vfx renders which looked so cool and liquidy, so I found some electrical/digital sound that sounded like vaporizing and melting and layered them into my effect. Overall, I’m very happy with my sound design although the mix was maybe a bit of an issue in the final crit (I’ve rewatched it on vimeo and the mix is mostly right for my headphones, the crowd noises were far too quiet in the crit but almost even too loud through headphones :/). I think I managed to salvage the opening scene and the sound isn’t too distracting and I think there’s a nice flow through the scenes and I’m also really happy with the score I made.

Crit

I had a lovely time today. I was smiling so much seeing how happy the team was with the film and hearing that people actually liked it! Everyone in the crew deserves the praise - I think everyone really gave their all with this project. The critical stuff was not really stuff we didn’t know about and they often weren’t deliberate choices, just mistakes we made through the stresses of it all. Most everything we chose to do was met with a positive response and with experience we’ll be able to minimise the mistakes we make.

Also, to address the discussion around using an Asian character as a costume for the avatar change scene - yeah, this is something that we need to talk about. I’m not entirely sure if this was a criticism of the casting or just an idea that was discussed. I’m worried that I brushed it off as something unimportant to the film - I do think it’s an issue that is really prevalent and damaging in western society: the appropriation and fetishization of other ethnicities and cultures, specifically when it comes to media and representation. It’s a symptom of a culture built around colonialism and imperialism and it’s harmful, both materially and psychologically. This wasn’t an issue that we were looking to explore or critique and it’s probably a bit naïve of us to not have thought about it. It wasn’t written this way and we didn’t realise until Joe pointed it out to us in a tutorial. However, even if we had thought about it, I’m not sure we would have changed our approach. Erika had a great audition tape, she was the right actress for the role and it would have been wrong not to cast her. She had the trying-to-be-edgy thing but with a vulnerable undertone and the dyed hair and leather jacket worked well for the idea of the character. In terms of how the issue is handled within the film, I don’t think it’s something we had the time, knowledge or experience to address and critique properly. I’m sorry if anyone felt uncomfortable with this aspect of the film and yeah, we weren’t trying to talk about Asian fishing as a social issue, but it’s something we should be aware of, sensitive to and actively against. Again, a complex issue, I’m thinking hard about how this scene was made and how it could be interpreted and what the impacts are - I don’t think it’s harmful, I really hope it’s not, but if anyone wants to talk about it more please comment on this or give me a message.

This crit was just lovely - really lovely. I’m very happy. I feel validated and fulfilled. I had so much fun with everyone else’s films as well - some excellent stuff. I talk too much in crits - I had too many thoughts about everyone’s work. I hope no one thought I was too harsh or unfair - I did genuinely enjoy everyone’s films! Fool’s Paradise had some fun little moments and an engaging sound design; The Skylight Room was very sweet (billy jackson for white boy of the month) and again, the sound design was excellent (especially having seen some of the issues that needed overcome); The Tragic Ambitions of Steven... (forgot the whole title) felt so well considered and cohesive with some great laughs and quite a tragic central character that I felt for (Great script, visuals and again, sound design excellent); The Last Landscape was so beautiful and created so many emotions and thoughts within me (probably the one I’m going to think the most about); Conscience in Art was a lot of fun with some gorgeous shots and deliciously hammy performances and The Cactus was incredibly stylish and funny but also quite impactful with its themes and characters. I really enjoy the group feeling of this course. It’s a real bonding experience, working on things and helping eachother out and just being in it together. Community and collaboration is my favourite thing about life and my favourite thing about filmmaking. (I’m feeling all romantic, leave me be).

Before I sign off for this year, I want to say thank you to the team one more time. Aside from being a lot of fun to work with, Tom, Rowen, Peer and Natalia, are also very talented and they each worked so hard on their roles and I think every part of it works! The cinematography is beautiful and haunting, the edit is considered and impactful, the vision of the director is so fully realised and the production was so smooth and organised. Big love.

Player has paused the game. See you all next term :)))

#film adaptation

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alumort · 28 days

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Ao3

little nl fic hrhe

His thoughts always drifted to something else whenever he tried to sleep, to the image of a certain someone's face.

Lee's toothy smile would appear in his mind in moments of quiet, and so would his excited voice, always calling for him and wanting his attention– long ago, Neji was bothered by all of that, though he got used to it after they had both become alphas; of course Lee wanted his attention. They were rivals, and they challenged each other to different things, mostly playing around or even sparring during training.

Tenten thought they were dumb although she was also an alpha, so she never joined– it just meant the boys tended to spend more time with each other, and Neji didn't mind it anymore.

He didn’t mind Lee's insistence to get his attention, always saying his name with an excited smile whenever something interesting happened, or when he adapted to heavier weights on his legs. Even with no particular reason, his rival would call him as a warning before hugging him, and the brunet simply let him do so.

His chest felt warm whenever Lee did something nice to him, no matter how small. Perhaps it was due to not receiving much affection in the past, his soul craved more, in a way. That's why he had felt eager to share a bed with the other alpha during one of their missions with the rest of the team, who went to different rooms in the inn they stayed in, saying their goodbyes for the night.

“Neji,” his rival called again, in a whisper, with an expression that told Neji they were going to do some kind of challenge instead of going to sleep. “Do you want to–”

“Tomorrow, Lee. It's late,” Neji replied, and his companion did a little pout while crossing his arms against his chest, looking away.

“We are still tied, Neji! Forty to forty! We need to solve this, we will not have time tomorrow…”

That was true, though the brunet could feel his eyes closing on their own. He just denied with his head and got ready to sleep, and Lee didn't insist– he knew better than to go on when Neji put on his night clothes, after all. That was an easy way to anger him.

Instead, Lee imitated him and got comfortable, laying on his side of the mattress without taking too much space from the other boy– he was taller than Neji and knew it well, hence his care on not accidentally pushing him off the bed.

The brunet couldn’t help it but smile at that, laying down on his own side of the mattress, closing his eyes at last. Ready to fall asleep.

Though Lee gave in first, already snoring by the time the Hyuga had closed his eyes. He was the one who made more physical effort out of Team Gai, and that was probably why that had happened. Neji wasn't prepared for what his rival did afterwards– he turned around in his sleep and ended up hugging him, humming contently as the brunet didn't try to go away from his reach.

In the past, he would’ve just pushed the other boy away, not minding if he fell to the ground or not. Why would he have cared?

But now, having Lee so close to his body made Neji feel almost… shy.

Though there was no reason for that– they were both alphas, rivals, and that's how it'd remain for the rest of their days. Snuggling with a teammate meant nothing apart from platonic camaraderie, and the taijutsu master had embraced him in the middle of his sleep. Snoring through his thoughts, holding him close to his body in an instinctual way of keeping him safe.

His cheeks were warming up with every passing second, and he didn't know what to do. Neji didn't want to break free of his friend's hold, and… his heart urged him to hug him back, though his arms were too shy. His lips trembled at the mere thought of hugging him back.

He could hear Lee's heartbeat on his ear– slow and steady, relaxed and in a deep slumber. It wasn't any kind of prank but rather, his loving nature appeared in his sleep. Neji would've never imagined how nervous another alpha could make him feel with matters unrelated to battles, and now… his face was probably as red as a tomato just because of his friend.

The brunet closed his eyes in an attempt to ignore his instincts, though it was complicated; Lee was strong, and his smell flooded his nostrils– against his own expectations, he actually enjoyed another alpha's scent. It would be normal if he was an omega, yet… Neji felt shyness in his rival's arms.

At last, he gave in, carefully returning the hug without saying anything at all. Getting comfortable in the warm embrace, his body relaxing without him even expecting it.

Lee smelled like a lotus flower, and the brunet enjoyed it more than he should. His Clan would never approve of his preferences, although Neji believed it was just his need to be held more than anything else. He felt exhausted all of a sudden, and his friend’s heartbeat was soothing…

“You have changed a lot, Neji,” Lee commented, voice deep due to his tiredness. The brunet opened his eyes at the sound, cheeks warming up even more than before by having been found out. “It is nice to see!”

Neji looked away with a huff, refusing to let his friend have a look at his reddish cheeks. Though, the other alpha soon fell asleep once again, holding him closer just before snores replaced his words.

The brunet quickly followed, exhausted from their daily activity and also relaxed thanks to the warm hold. He could've sworn that his nostrils detected the very specific kind of alpha scent used to relax omegas, but his mind felt too light to try to make any kind of sense– it shouldn't work on him, anyways. There was no way in the world that would help him…

A dreamless night went by, yet Neji felt renewed as he slowly regained consciousness, feeling himself smiling while waking up. There wasn't a single worry in his heart, content with a nice smell that invaded his nostrils in a good way.

And god, there was a firm hand caressing his hair so gently that he felt like not waking up at all, if only to cherish that sensation for a bit longer. Though, there were things to do, and Neji ended up opening his eyes against his will– only to find himself with his face laying on someone's neck, which did nothing but startle him.

He recognized the smell quickly, which belonged to his best friend; Lee smiled at him, and the brunet looked away.

Still not letting go, though.

“I– I'm sorry,” he muttered, not daring to look at the other boy, who just hummed in response at first.

Neji didn't move at all as his body tensed up on its own, waiting for… something. Any kind of response, probably annoyance due to having overstepped his friend’s boundaries.

Instead, Lee just rested his head against the brunet’s, going back to playing with his hair as if nothing had happened. Not minding their closeness, or that they had pretty much snuggled together all night long.

“It is okay, Neji. I do not mind– did I wake you up? I did not mean to, you looked so relaxed!” he asked instead in a soft whisper, that made the Hyuga finally look back at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion in his lavender gaze. “I tried to not move much, I am sorry for startling you…”

“But I– Lee, my face was on your neck. You’re not my partner for me to do that, that’s just… inappropriate. And you’re not an omega, so–”

Neji didn’t go on, noticing that a funny expression had appeared on the other alpha’s face. He frowned without really understanding what was going on, yet his eyelids felt heavy once again as Lee carefully untangled his hair.

And the lotus aroma was more prevalent as the taijutsu master’s cheek became flushed, as he didn’t really think about hiding his embarrassment from his rival.

“... I thought we were dating already,” he admitted, making a little pout as he spoke.

It was Neji’s turn to blush, hiding his face on the crook of Lee’s neck to avoid being seen, although his scent would tell on him nonetheless. He heard his rival’s laughter and felt his chest rising alongside it.

How was that possible? They were both alphas, and that was a quite extreme misunderstanding for people of the same secondary gender. It was impossible for that to happen, even if they were interested in each other… Neji couldn’t say anything due to the shock of the moment, only able to hold onto his friend, who didn’t complain or try to push him away at all.

His own heartbeat deafened him, getting faster and faster with every passing second in which neither of them spoke. His lips were trembling.

And then, Lee broke the silence in a whisper, only for him to hear.

“Perhaps that was not the case, I… It is alright. Please, forget what I said,” was all he said, letting go of him in silence and closing his eyes, perhaps in an attempt to avoid looking at the brunet directly. “I should have asked you.”

Words refused to come out of his mouth, stuck in his throat without letting him do anything about it. Neji didn't know what to do, staying still and making an attempt to use his own pheromones to soothe his friend– although, he didn’t think it'd work as they were both alphas.

They had the same secondary gender. There was no way it could work out… yet, seeing Lee with such a heartbroken expression sent a ping of pain to his soul, pain he didn't understand.

His instincts were stronger, and Neji couldn't help it but feel a need to cheer him up in some way, holding him once again without saying much until he was comfortable enough to speak.

“We're both alphas, Lee. I don't know if it can work out,” the brunet explained, stirring up in order to look his companion in the eye. “But still, your scent… it relaxes me. Even if you're not an omega.”

Lee's gaze softened, and he looked away, fidgeting with Neji's hair as he picked his words. And the Hyuga never once rushed him, giving him all the time needed.

“You smell nice, too. And… I do like you, but it is alright if you do not feel the same. Or is it because of your Clan?”

No response. Neji looked away in silence, refusing to answer as his rival remained deep in thought.

There wasn't much else to do or say– his Clan was traditional, extremely so, and Neji was still trying to unlearn what they had ingrained into his brain from a young age. Including what his heart couls do.

“It is still early. Gai will not be waking Tenten up for at least some minutes more– we can stay like this, if you would like?” Lee mumbled after a while, his gaze softening as Neji shyly leaned back towards him, resting his head on his chest without saying anything at all.

There was no need for words. Lee kept caressing his hair so gently that a content hum escaped from his lips, and if he had felt his rival getting closer to kiss his forehead, Neji didn't make any kind of comment about that.

#nejilee #leeneji #neji hyuga #rock lee #naruto #omegaverse #alpha neji hyuga #alpha rock lee #i just woek up oopv

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lucheng-shu · 1 month

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There is noise in the feywild, always noise, you simply need an ear for it. The sound of the wind in the trees, the reeds upon the marshes whistling. My home always had the noise of some show or another, some chain dancing it's own pattern. I hope you can find some such noise there. No, I know you will.

I would ask from whom you flee, with whom you flee, but I don't believe I can help. Instead, would you like to tell me about yourself? If I'm to be called your lethe, I may as well play the role.

6.7.1069, 8:38

Perhaps it’s an unfamiliar loudness. Perhaps it is quiet because it is deafening. I’ll go to the marshes. The court was kind enough to make me some clothes. I had wanted it to be the same colour as the others; but such is life. I believe it is some kind of lanshan? I’ve never tried this specific style before. I keep snagging my head on branches, so I discard the futou when I can. Don’t tell anyone!

Also, I am not fleeing. I am being saved. I am waiting. There’s not much more to me than that, right now, I have reason to believe that anything important I could say about myself would be intercepted. Whether or not we know who or why, it will happen. It is better to work around this. I think I can say this, though. I worked as a lecturer for a long time in Soleniri. I did nothing substantial, so I left the university to meet up with my partner again a bit further west. He’s made a name for himself there, and I am so proud. I set up a quaint shop for a bit. I hope whoever is in charge of it is doing alright.

If I may, I believe my partner is of much more interest. If you’ve passed Efisio, perhaps you haven’t met yet. Speaking about myself is tricky, but so much flows through my pen at the thought of him. It is much easier to stare into darkness than blinding light, after all. I never told him exactly that this would happen. When I return, I don’t doubt I’ll be apologising for months. He’s the type that means well, but his words aren’t adapted to Common ways of speaking yet. He has good friends to take care of him in this time. We were… not on common ground, for a long time. He’s mellowed with the years, but he’s still a rather bull-headed man, he just is a little bit more eloquent about it. I left him some of my inventions as a keepsake, but he will surely think of it as a taunt when I return. I cannot wait to see his feather’s ruffle. I will laugh, smile behind my hand, and he will glow bright pink. I never got to see him blush when he was… well, nevermind. Perhaps I miss him more than I believe I did before; even with the knowledge that we will reunite.

Again, there is a script here, but this is no play. Say what you feel. I am a guest to this book, it would pain me deeply if you couldn’t be true to yourself here anymore because I inhabit the lines instead of whoever did before. I will talk, regardless. However you tune me, I will play the same note.

#回二。relationships

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shyujikl · 2 years

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- What is a Sherlock pipe? - Do Sherlock pipes have curved stems? - Are Sherlock pipes better? - How to use a sherlock pipe - then what pipe does sherlock holmes use Sherlock pipes have been around for hundreds of years. In fact, they were first mentioned in literature in 1792 when they were mentioned in Oliver Goldsmith's book The Vicar of Wakefield as being used by young men who were trying to impress their fathers by smoking these pipes instead of more expensive ones. People often hear about Sherlock pipes, but don't really know him, Today in this blog, I will tell you everything you need to know about Sherlock pipes A Sherlock pipe is a type of tobacco pipe. It was named after the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes, who was often portrayed smoking one in illustrations and movies. The name Sherlock comes from the character Sherlock Holmes from the book series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Who is Sherlock Holmes? According to Wikipedia, "Sherlock Holmes is a fictional private detective created by Scottish author and physician Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Different adaptations of Holmes appeared in radio shows, television shows, films, video games and books over the years...In the stories he has been described as a large man with great physical strength and stamina, possessing exceptional insight, deductional capability, and observational skills...He was considered by his friend Dr John Watson to be one of the most skilled practitioners of deductive reasoning in history ; he claimed that he could look at hundreds of different facts about an individual who had committed a crime or been involved in some way or another with another person's death or disappearance and see exactly what happened... Sherlock pipes do have curved stems. If you are looking for a Sherlock pipe with curved stems, be sure to check out our selection on this page. This style of pipe is commonly used by Sherlock Holmes fans as well as other tobacco enthusiasts. The curved stem and bowl make it easier to hold the pipe while still being able to smoke comfortably. The curved design helps prevent heat loss by directing smoke up toward your face instead of down toward your hand or on to your clothes like most other types of pipes do. Because of this feature, it's ideal for smoking indoors or outdoors during cold weather because it keeps your hands warm while still allowing you to breathe clean air through your mouth and nose instead of burning hot smoke into your lungs every time you inhale like most other types of pipes do (which can cause respiratory problems over time). The Sherlock pipe first appeared in the late 19th century. The design consists of a curved stem that extends from the bowl, which tapers out at both ends (hence its name). The bowl itself is small enough to be held comfortably between two fingers when being smoked. The stem itself is also narrow enough to be held comfortably between two fingers when being smoked. Sherlock pipes are very popular in the world. They have a variety of designs. Sherlock pipes are not only beautiful, but also durable and well-made. But One of the things that makes Sherlock pipes so appealing is their price. They are not super expensive but they offer a lot of value for what you pay for them. They are not the cheapest on the market but they are not too expensive either. You can get a good quality pipe for under $200 if you look around enough, but if you want something more unique or custom then you might have to spend a little more money on it. What if you buy a sherlock pipe you like use him 1. Make sure that you have all the necessary tools for smoking before you begin using your Sherlock pipe. You will need matches or lighters, water, tobacco and a Sherlock pipe itself. It would be best if you have an ashtray too so that you can put out the smoke when finished smoking instead of letting it go into the air around you. Then we started smoking tobacco officially Fill your bowl with tobacco, leaving enough room for airflow between the tobacco and the chamber walls Light your pipe slowly at first, drawing gently on each puff until you begin to notice smoke exiting through your mouthpiece, here you need to pay attention to different sherlock pipes, and the usage methods are also different, so be careful when you buy a sherlock pipe, choose your Favorite sherlock pipe or you can buy pipe used in sherlock holmes movie, it will be very helpful for you to use sherlock pipe later Sherlock Holmes, the world's greatest detective, is known for his use of pipe tobacco. This was not just a prop. In fact, he was a smoker and used his pipe as a tool to heighten his powers of observation. If you ever find yourself facing an unsolvable case, maybe you should consider adding pipe smoking to your repertoire. Pipe smoking was actually a big part of Sherlock Holmes's character in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's original stories. In fact, he smoked over 50 different kinds of pipes throughout the series. However, the one that people are most familiar with is the calabash or "Prince Albert" style of pipe — which is also known as a "churchwarden" or "navy cut" pipe in some parts of the world. The reason why Sherlock would smoke this particular style was because it was considered an "unfashionable" tobacco at the time (which meant that anyone who smoked it would be less likely to be suspected). The Prince Albert/Churchwarden/Navy Cut style of pipe has also been around since at least 1835 and has been popularized by many famous people throughout history including George Washington and Charles Dickens among others so they are without a doubt the most used by Sherlock Holmes Read the full article

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