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imarvelatthestars · 8 months

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Pairings: Clone Veteran (from Kenobi) Tai x f!Reader

Warnings: hoooo boy, there's some spice at the end of this one, but also some hurt/comfort feelings mixed in! oral (m receiving) and lots of dirty talk, hint of voyeurism and possible dom/sub vibes?

Notes: I really loved this chapter and I had fun playing around with their dynamic again. As for the filthy part, I don't have much real world experience with this particular act, so I hope it came out okay 💀

[previous chapter]

The marshal is wicked clever. She’s arranges for a tent for the two of you to share until morning, which isn’t far away but at least you’ll be able to get some rest before journeying back to town, and she spends the rest of the night making peace and special arrangements with the Tuskens.

Tuskens. Not Sand People. They are the stewards of the planet, according to Tilelli, the original people who cultivated the land and grew into a civilization. Not monsters, not a people to be feared but simply to be respected. And several nearby tribes all have peace with Mos Nefta thanks to her, this happened to be a desperate time and a special case of drought that has prevented their usual water sources from manifesting this season. The tribe is sick. That’s why they stole, that’s why Tai was endangered and Nej was injured. Not because of savage bloodlust, but because of desperate fear. You can understand this, but you’re still wary of them.

You do appreciate the tent, though. There are blankets and robes, and the walls of the tent are substantial enough to keep yours and Tai’s body heat in. It’s the first time in well over a week that you’ve both been able to be alone, although it feels like so much longer, and you’ve managed to worm yourself under his clothes and against his skin, a whisper of normalcy in the chaos that has become your life of late.

“Missed you,” you whisper into his sternum. It’s punctuated with a feather-light kiss to his skin.

His voice rumbles deep in his chest. “I’m here now, my love.”

There’s so much you want to say and it’s been weighing on you for a while now, but this doesn’t feel like the time or place to say it. You’re hesitant to shatter the beauty of the moment, to say anything that would even slightly push him away. You need him pressed against the entire length of you because you need to know for certain that he’s here with you.

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

You can feel his smile against the top of your head. “Couldn’t get rid of me if you tried, mesh’la.”

Another kiss to his chest, this one somewhere above his heart. “What’s that mean?”

“Beautiful.”

Oh, you like that. You gift him with another kiss in response, slightly higher than the last and more prolonged. The tent is too dark to make out his face, but that doesn’t matter. You have his face committed to memory already. “Should use that on you sometime, old man.”

“That’s the wrong word,” he chuckles. “Not meant for the likes of me.”

“Shut up.” Your fingers map out the approximate shape of his cheek and then lightly swat him there. “You’re beautiful to me. Your eyes, your smile.” Are you imagining it or is your chest literally aching with love for him? “I love the way your cheeks dimple. I love you, the way you smell.” Your nose drags up his chest to his neck where you bury yourself in him. Warm and sturdy. Safe. Home. “Mesh’la.” The word is strange on your tongue, but you love the way it sounds.

The dunes are quiet and the Tuskens have mellowed into assorted snoring patterns. You think you catch a hint of Tilelli’s voice at one point, but it’s too faint to be sure.

“You were brave today.”

And it makes you laugh because you felt anything but. “Well, you didn’t see me before. I wasn’t so brave then.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says. “You’ve been brave for so many days. Too many.” He prompts your head back so he can kiss you properly. “I’m proud of you.”

Don’t be, you could say. Or, it was nothing. Let’s talk about something different. You could say a dozen different things to dismiss him in the wake of your embarrassment, and you almost do, but ultimately you don’t. It’s been a lot and you’ve had no choice but to be brave or lose him. So you accept the compliment for what it is.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t ever do it again, though,” and you’re sure he’s only half serious. “Scared the life out of me, girl.”

“You scared me. I was worried sick!” Skin meets skin as you slap your hand on his chest and push. “Maybe if you weren’t getting yourself into trouble all the time.”

He’s as quiet as the desert then, and it hits you that he’s taken your light-hearted barb as something infinitely more serious than first intended. Your hands find his face and you swear you can just the glinting of light in his eyes if you tilt your head just so.

“Not like that, Tai. Honey, no. Don’t… don’t do that.”

“You’re right, though,” he says after a moment. “This is all my fault.”

No no no no no no no, how can he even think that? Is he serious? Everything that’s happened and he’s blaming himself? You start to protest it because how could you possibly continue to let him blame himself for things beyond his control when he shushes you, runs his hands over your shoulders to calm you, a cue to wait. So you do.

The rough edges of his accent have become guttural after this pause, and the evidence of his guilt is there in the way his voice cracks and drops at the end. “I don’t deserve you. Never have. I’ve tried, but I’ll always be a soldier.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should. I’ve killed people.”

The time before the Empire’s rise is hazy at best. The history holos tell one story and those who actually lived say nothing at all, but you have glimpses of memories that don’t match the propaganda you’ve been fed. You know there were Jedi once, a great and powerful race of magicians, but you’d never known much about them before they were wiped out. You know the clones were an army that served at the Jedi’s side, and you know that they helped to quell their rebellion. You don’t understand the politics of it, you weren’t paying that much attention. You were too busy trying to stay afloat in Daiyu’s constant waves of crime and chaos.

You’ve never pressed him for it. What happened in the past is just that – it’s over and done with. You love him for who he is now and for the joy he’s brought to your life. But ever since that night, it’s become more and more obvious that his past still seeps into his present and yours.

You swallow. “I know. It comes with the job. I, I don’t hate you for that, Tai. You know that, right?” He shifts beneath you and you can feel his agitation bubbling up on his tongue, eager to spill out and pin everything on his own shoulders, and you’re not letting that happen. “Stop. I don’t care what you did in the past, it doesn’t define you. I don’t define you by what you were. You’re not a killer to me, you’re not some homeless guy on the streets to me. You’re my person. I’d give up everything for you, okay? I did. And I don’t regret it. If this is anyone’s fault, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have done what I did, I shouldn’t have put my hands on that trooper, but I did. I… I saw them hurt you and, I don’t know, I snapped. We’re here because of me and it kills me every day.”

This wasn’t how you wanted the night to go. You wanted to bask in his presence, bathe in his warmth for a handful of moments before reality came crashing back in and you had to return to Ilo’s front room, to that stupid bar and its stupid patrons. You wanted to pretend for a single second that things were quasi-normal. How foolish you’d been to think that reality wouldn’t force its way back into your little fantasy.

Everything is suddenly too hot. His skin grates on yours, not because of him but because of you. Because you’re ashamed and he’s touching you and he shouldn’t. Fuck. You go swinging up into a sitting position, curling in on yourself as the blanket pools in your lap and his hands falls away.

“I’m sorry,” and it’s little more than a broken sigh. “You work so kriffing hard every day and it breaks my heart. You were tired on Daiyu and you’re more tired here, you’re exhausted, and it’s all my fault!”

One of Tai’s hands lands on your wrist. It burns you up inside. “What are you talking about?”

“This. Don’t you hate me for this? For having to come here?”

“I could never hate you-“

“And I could never hate you!”

Why are you angry? Why is it suddenly rushing over you like a storm, eating you up, charging your body with its electricity? Why is it so damn dark when all you want is to see his beautiful, beautiful face and hold him forever?

“I just hate this. I hate that stupid name I have to go by, I hate that I can’t just be me. I hate that we had to run because of me being an idiot. I hate that we can’t live together on our own, alone. I hate that I can’t touch you because Ilo might hear, or because maybe you’re angry with me, because I disappointed you. I hate that I’m not strong like you and Cody are. And I hate those stormtroopers and I hate the Empire, and I hate what they did to you.”

“Sweetheart,” he starts to chant, a gentle, pleading thing that urges you onto your side again, back in his arms and flush against his chest. He does his best to calm you and you do your best to let him, even though you feel like shit. “This wasn’t your fault.”

You sniffle. “And it wasn’t yours.”

His breath fans out across your face. “Then it isn’t either of ours.”

And you’re okay with that. The guilt still lingers in your belly and you can still feel it tight in his chest, but it’s a step toward self-forgiveness for both of you and that’s enough for now. It has to be. It will be.

He guides you both onto your backs with the blanket pulled up over your shoulders and under your chin. The weight of his hand is gentle on your cheek, a reminder not to let yourself drift too far away, just like the palm of your hand on his sternum does the same to him. You fall asleep like that, alone for the first time in forever and almost content.

The way back to town isn’t nearly as arduous as the way out of it was. This time Tai is being carried on the back of a bantha instead of dragged behind it. This time he has a blaster tucked into his waistband, taken off his love’s hip so you needn’t carry that burden for him; he’ll protect you both. This time the marshal is with them and she’s a remarkable negotiator, so he feels safer, a hair more at ease. It’s a bit like having a CO again. She knows more about these people and this land than he does, she has the tactical and intellectual advantage, but he trusts her and he’ll follow her orders. It’s oddly comforting to fall into that pattern again, and only mildly disconcerting if he allows it to be.

The war is over, he reminds himself, this is different.

And different it is because he never had you around back then. He wonders how his life would have been different, how he would have been different. Not that it changes anything. He’d rather have you now after it’s all over than to have you and potentially lose you back then. Still, it’s curious.

His hand settles at the arm draped around his ribcage and it tightens almost immediately. He smiles. There’s a lot on his mind right now, but it feels so small in comparison to this, to the simplicity of your touch, your cheek on his shoulder. It’s hard to see what’s going on back there, but he swivels his head around anyway and is happy to see you awake. Your eyes flicker to him and dank farrik, he could melt right then and there.

You’re so beautiful.

Perhaps that’s just his heart talking, perhaps he’s incredibly biased, but he doesn’t care. You’re beautiful and you’re his.

“We there yet?” you croak. Your voice has been scratchy since you woke up, likely due to the night air, but he can still pick up on your sarcasm. There you are.

“Getting bored, are you?”

“Mm, bored of the bantha, love, not you.”

“Shame,” he sighs, “I like it. I was thinking I might keep it.”

You snicker and rub your cheek into his shoulder blade. “Oh yeah? We gonna keep it in the bathroom or the kitchen?”

He scratches his chin thoughtfully. “Could share the room with Ilo.”

“Oh Maker, I’d rather live outside than with the two of them.”

Tatooine is not his favorite place in the galaxy, in fact it’s pretty low on the list, but it is in this one moment because it’s where your laughter is. It’s where you are. It’s where your arms wrap around him and your body heat seeps into his skin, miserable though it is at midday, but he’ll never complain about it so long as you’re with him.

The rest of the ride home passes slowly – he’d never really realized just how much sand there was until then – and Tai’s grateful when the party halts at Nej’s dwelling, a structure very similar to the one you, he, and Cody had stayed the night in in Mos Eisley. He slides off first to help you down, but he never lets you stray far; he keeps your hand tight in his. It’s here that Tilelli thanks the Tusken guides that had accompanied them and they amble sluggishly back the way they came.

She flicks the brim of her hat so the entire thing shifts to rests at her hairline. It’s more of her hair than he’s ever seen and even so, it’s just a few dark, wispy strands. “Right then, you two. ‘fore we head down there, I wanna make sure we’re all clear.”

You frown, but nod. Tai inclines his head a bit.

“I’ll explain everythin’ – how we found ya, the deal I struck, you two don’t hafta say a word. Probably be better comin’ from me since y’all are newcomers. Don’t wanna stir the pot much.”

“Thank you.”

Tilelli takes his offered hand and shakes it, smiling. “My pleasure, Tai.”

It doesn’t register with him for a minute because that’s his name, why shouldn’t she call him by it? But then he remembers where he and who he’s supposed to be. And he looks to you when he realizes that she must have heard you say it the previous night. Panic burns down his esophagus as he suddenly starts to spiral. Where can you both go? How quickly will you be able to leave? What if, what if, what if-

“We all got secrets ‘round here. Yours are safe with me.” She tilts the brim of her hat toward the rim of the canyon, just a few paces away from the dwelling’s foundation. “Shall we?”

By the time night falls again some hours later, you’re so tired you can barely keep your eyes open, but you’re determined to stay awake for as long as you can. You have so much work to do. There’s still shattered glass on the floor and all kinds of scuff marks from work boots and metal scraping on stone, and there’s the food that was left out, and that’s not even considering all the things you have to unpack and sort through in the-

“’s late.”

The sudden depth of his voice startles you enough that you nearly drop your broom. You rest one hand on your hip while you catch your breath, one brow quirked up and the other dropping down as you catch a glimpse of Tai passing into the main room.

“I’m just trying to-“

“I know,” he says as his hands come to pluck the broom out of yours. “I know, sweet girl.” It clatters on the edge of the counter when he sets it down very purposefully beyond your reach. “But you need rest.”

You shake your head. “I have work to do.”

“It can wait.” His nose brushes yours as he leans in for a whisper of a kiss, something that pulls you from the duties you’ve assigned yourself and begs you to fall into him. “It’ll be here in the morning. Come to bed.”

You want to dig your heels in and fight him on this, pretend you’re not nearly as tired as you really are. You want to get as much done now as you possibly can so that tomorrow is easier. You want to make a good first impression, you want to show Nej that you’re every bit the hard and capable worker that Tai promised you’d be, and if you don’t get this clean up job done then you’ll fall short of all those expectations. And you can’t do that, you won’t.

“Nej will understand. He’s not like Ilo.”

“But Tai-“

“No,” he rumbles. A shiver runs down your spine when his thumb traces the slope of your nose. “Sleep. If not for yourself, then for me.”

Low blow. You could never deny him anything and certainly not when he asks you like that. Your eyelids flicker for a moment, dipping low as they’re tempted by the sudden idea of sleep, resting beside him, drifting off in his presence. It’s so tempting. So… nice… Maybe if you just lean on him for a second, yes, that’s okay. That’s nice.

You’re vaguely aware of his voice continuing on, but it’s hazy and difficult to understand. All you can understand is his tone, soothing, deep, gentle, everything that he already is to you conveyed in the pitch of his words, whatever they may be.

Sleep. Sleep sounds good. It sounds cozy. It sounds like him. Wherever he is, whatever he’s doing, that’s where you also want to be, so you follow the darkness luring you to sleep and you curl up in the sounds of him until you’re surrounded by it. You don’t dream that night, but you rest better than you have in a very, very long time.

And when you wake in the morning, your skin already warm and covered a thin layer of sweat from the boiling heat of the desert, you find for the first time in a week that you have awakened in Mos Nefta and your lover is still at your side. He hasn’t risen before the sun to shower and hike to the canyon’s surface, he hasn’t left his side of the bed lukewarm-cool and empty. He’s there, asleep, snoring, and with all the little anxieties that usually crease his forehead notably absent. And he’s just barely touching you with his one hand stretched in your direction so his little finger can brush your arm.

Mesh’la. You think it over and over again. You’re not sure what language it is that he never dares to speak, not where it comes from or why he keeps it hidden, but this one word is overflowing with truth. He is beautiful. He’s not perfect in the way that the galaxy says he should be and he’s a man half haunted, but all his imperfections and all the love he gives you, all the love you feel for him, adds up to mesh’la.

He deserves to sleep a little longer, but you’re a selfish woman and you crave him more in this moment than ever before. Your palm finds his cheek as you awkwardly shift above him, trying not to jostle him too much while also trying to get as close as you can. His brow furrows a bit when you tilt his head, likely moments away from stirring, but it’s okay, he’ll understand. You just need to…

“Sweetheart- mmh!”

It’s clear that the kiss takes him by surprise. His limbs go stiff for a moment, then limp, and then finally, his hands are on you, pressing you to him with the slightest pressure, exhaling into your mouth (his morning breath is awful, but he’s cute so you’ll allow it), and sighing so prettily.

“Missed you,” is the murmur left on his lips when you finally pull away. “Love you,” is scattered repeatedly between the following round of pecks across his face. “You’re so handsome, baby. So mesh’la.”

A gargling sort of sound comes sputtering out of him in response, somewhere between a choke and a laugh maybe? “What’s gotten into you?” he hums with a lazy smile.

Ah, yes. You were wondering when he’d notice just how far your hands have wandered. But what’s so wrong with admiring your lover’s body when it’s been so long since the last time either of you felt safe enough or comfortable enough (or alone enough) to do so?

“Getting out of Ilo’s house, for starters.”

He laughs properly this time, all rumbly and gruff with his early morning voice that makes your stomach drop. “That all?” he asks as he curls his fingers around the shell of your ear and down your jaw.

“Is that not enough?”

You suppose there’s more to it than just moving into a proper room, although you feel so much better cocooned into Nej’s only spare room than you ever did in the more sprawling space of Ilo’s front room. At least here there’s a proper bed. And a door. Real privacy. You already feel more like yourself here, but there’s also the fact that despite all the fear and stress of the Tusken’s raid and the hours that Tai was missing, the two of you rediscovered your equilibrium in that tent. Alone in the Dune Sea. Finally able to give the apology you’d been too afraid to voice and to receive his understanding. Finally able to understand that he'd been blaming himself as much as you’d been blaming yourself.

Leaving Daiyu had hurt. Leaving behind your home and everything extra that you’d collected over the years, everything that couldn’t fit into a pack. And nothing about Tatooine has been easy. But he’s here with you and he’s alive, and isn’t that enough?

“Just feel more like myself, I suppose,” you finally explain after a few moments. “And after almost losing you, it’s like I never want to stop touching you. Just to make sure you’re still here with me.”

Tai nods. “I am here. Always. And I’m alright.”

“I know.” One of your hands slips under his sleep shirt and his breath stutters. He tries to play it off and act as though it doesn’t phase him, but you know him and you know his tells. The sudden stillness of his chest, the pulse leaping out from his throat, the crinkle of his brows. “Still. Should probably check everything, make sure you’re in peak condition.”

The smoky chuckle he gives you is so delicious. “Is that right?”

Karking shit, you want him bad. The craving that’s been building up and up in your blood suddenly boils over into desire, hot and sticky and utterly carnal. It thunders through you like a storm, drives your body on instinct rather than conscious thought. You know your way around him better than you know anything else. All you want is to touch him and hear him shudder and make love to him until your body gives out and neither of you can remember your names. So you put your hand around the base of his head and pull him in for another kiss before he can stop you.

Your tongue slips into his mouth and past his teeth, seeking, taking, sucking, tasting every inch of him that he can give. You hope to drown in him, let his essence soak into yours until it's impossible to tell you two apart. And when he moans into your mouth and grips harder at your waist, it only spurs you on even more. You start nipping at his tongue, then retreat and latch onto his lower lip, drawing it between your own as you dig your canines in.

His eyes burn so molten hot that you're almost afraid he'll snap, but truth be told, you wouldn't mind if he did. Tai could bend you over right now and take you, and you'd kriffing beg him for it. Your body has been silently craving his for so long that you're not even sure you'll last once he starts putting his hands inside your clothes.

"Don't. Tease."

"Or what?" Your arms slide up and over his shoulders to trace over the veins in his neck, the thick cords of muscle that are now straining under his skin. "You'll fuck me?"

He shakes his head. "No, sweet girl. I'll make love to you." You open your mouth to fire back some smart retort when he yanks you hard against him by the waist and your mind goes completely blank as limbs slot into place and you find yourself half on top of him, half melting into the mattress. "Build you up and break you down to make up for all the time we lost."

Fuck, you can't breathe. "Promise?"

One of his cheeks dimples when he smirks. "I'm a man of my word."

He always has been. Your loyal soldier, the man who's made his home in the chambers of your heart.

You kiss him again, slower this time, while you snake a hand down his chest, over the swell of his tummy to the hem of his boxers. You’re salivating by the time you retreat from the warmth of his mouth. You need to taste him. It’s never been such a strong need before, not like this, and if you don’t get your mouth on him in the next minute, you’re surely going to explode.

It's at the exact moment that you slip under the fabric and wrap your hand around him, of course, that there’s a knock at the door. You don’t mean to, but your hand tightens on instinct and it’s everything Tai can do not to shout out at how alarmingly good it must feel because you can feel the vibrations of his withheld moan all the way in his gut.

“Yes?” you call. Tai seems otherwise occupied at the moment.

“Suns are up.” It’s Nej. “I was hopin’ Nax’d be able to get to work on the equipment early today.”

A very wicked idea comes to mind. You run your thumb over the head of Tai’s cock just as you reply, “He just woke up, but he’ll be ready in a few minutes.” It’s projected just loud enough that it hopefully muffles the grunt he lets out.

The look he sends your way is absolutely foul. Oh, he looks like he could kill you. Or maybe he looks like he could fuck your brains out. Perhaps that’s why his eyes are glinting so dangerously. You smile as sweetly as you can manage, but it quickly devolves into a smirk. You’re not fooling anyone.

Nej gives his thanks and you can just make out the sound of his crutches as he hobbles back down the hall. Good. The moment he’s out of earshot, you’re going to town on your man. If you live that long, of course, because with the way he’s looking at you, it’s entirely possible he’ll smother you to death. Not a bad way to go so long as it’s between his thighs.

“Minx,” he growls, still quiet enough to not be heard beyond the door but with all the venom and fierce arousal you see in his eyes.

You squeeze him again. “I’ll be quick, mesh’la.”

And the sound he makes must rewrite the chemistry of your brain. “Kriff, don’t- don’t say things like that,” he huffs, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh, I don’t know.” There’s nothing casual about the way you slowly wet your lips and flicker your eyelids so your lashes flutter. There’s nothing casual about the way you fix him with the exact same “fuck me” eyes you gave him in that bar so long ago. “You look like you’re enjoying it,” and you’re sure to quicken the pace of your strokes as you say it. “Now lay back, old man. Let me wake you up properly.”

He almost certainly has some witty remark on the tip of his tongue, but he keeps it to himself. Or maybe he doesn’t. Maybe that glazed over shine in his eyes really means he’s too far gone to even notice or care that you just called him an old geezer. Maybe he wants you just as badly as you want him, so this little barb doesn’t rile him up like it normally would. Instead, he watches you settle onto your stomach between his thighs, soft and warm and ready, and he lets you take him into the damp heat of your mouth, run your tongue along his length until he's shuddering and sighing. He sounds like the prettiest, sweetest symphony.

Tai settles a hand on the crown of your head. Its weight is firm and heavy, but hesitant. He's probably holding back. Doesn't want to hurt you. No time for that. Nej is waiting and you have a mission to complete – you need to taste him and it needs to be fast. But being fast doesn’t mean you don’t tease. You still run the tip of your tongue along the dip in his head, still take a moment to lick a long, slow strip from his base to the top, and you do make sure that you never look away. Want him to see how deep your desire runs. Want to see him unfold for you.

“C-Can’t. Hold out. Much longer.” Oh, and his teeth are bared, shining in the dim slivers of light coming in through the window shade. “Mesh’la.”

His legs are starting to shake and you manage a smile around his fullness, just for a breath, just long enough for him to see it and moan.

“Fuck, your mouth. Dangerous little thing.”

You hum cheerily in response. Take a deep breath, unlock your jaw as far as you can and lower yourself until you’re taking more than you usually can. Then you swallow.

It all happens so fast. His legs tense up and the tips of his nails dig into your scalp, hold you on him until you’re choking and sputtering just like you wanted to be, and he’s coming and coming and coming. Every noise he makes goes straight to your cunt, floods your senses until the creases of your thighs feel slick and your stomach is twisting. Every jerk of his hips and desperate, breathy whimper that comes out of him is so fucking intoxicating that even though he’s finished and made a complete mess of you, you don’t want to stop. You just need a second to breathe and then-

Then he’s pulling you off, gasping for air as you resettle beside him. There’s something about the way his eyes are going in and out of focus, how his chest is rising and falling so rapidly, how unbelievably sexy he looks all fucked out, Maker, this man is going to be the death of you.

He relays the same sentiment once his breathing has settled.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it?”

He makes a big show of rolling his eyes and huffing as if he’s genuinely annoyed, but you know he’s just flustered. Big old softie.

“I think you liked it a little too much,” he murmurs. His nails scratch over the back of your neck as he kisses you, prompting you to mewl softly into his tongue. “Shame I have work to do. Guess I won’t be able to make love to you like I promised.”

“That’s alright,” you start to say. I can wait, you want to say. I had fun teasing you, you almost say. You’ll make it up to me later. But he cuts you off with a swift nibble on your earlobe and all you can get out is a lewd little whine.

There’s a moment between his tongue swirling under your jawbone and his teeth nipping at your neck where your brain blacks out and you swear you can feel him between your legs, but that can’t be right. He has to get ready for work. You’re just not thinking clearly from the arousal and the early hour and, and… And the fingers gliding through your slick are definitely real and he’s definitely trying to distract you from it or rile you up with all the attention lavished on your throat, and now you can’t even think clearly because all there is is him and his fingers and his tongue, and, “Right there, right there, fuck, baby. Tai, Tai-“

And just like that, his fingers are gone and your body is flashing hot and cold in his absence. Hell, he’s already climbing off the bed as if he didn’t just wipe your brain of all cognitive thought with a single touch. “Like I said, my love, I have work to do.”

No, wait. Hang on. This wasn’t supposed to go like this. “But-“

“Shame, really.” He’s already pulled on his trousers and started on his belt. “But duty calls.”

Now he’s just being mean. You crawl out of bed like some long-legged, newborn bug who hasn’t learned to walk just yet. “Tease.”

The dimple in his cheek returns when he smiles at you. “Minx.”

“You’re just gonna leave me like this?” As if you weren’t okay with that just 10 seconds ago. But then he’d touched you and that went screaming out the window.

Tai’s quiet at first. He slips on his undershirt, lips pursed as he thinks. Then he pulls on his work shirt and starts working on the buttons. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, but he’s the only flame you’ll ever burn yourself with; you reach out and snag one of the buttons, slip it through the loop, and let your fingers linger after. There’s a beat, a breath, then two. The tension in the room is so thick that the air feels humid.

Just as you withdraw, his hands lock around your wrists. His head tilts up and his eyes catch yours. Oh. Your stomach drops to the floor the moment before he crowds you in against the wall. Danger danger danger goes the alert in the back of your head, but it’s him, it’s Tai. The only danger is the possibility of you coming on the spot if he says something dirty enough.

“You’ll work hard today, won’t you?”

Confusion creases your brow. “Yes?”

Something rumbles deep in his chest when he leans in and pins you to the wall. “You’ll be good, cyar’ika?”

You don’t know this word, but you love the way he makes it sound, so you nod eagerly. “Yes, baby, I’ll be good.” Whatever good means.

“And when the suns set.” His breath warms your still damp skin, a chill runs down your spine. “When our work is done, when Nej has gone to sleep and the desert is quiet.” Fuck. Fuck, he’s so close, he’s so riled up, and he’s so, so close, you can feel him everywhere. But you still can’t touch him, not with your hands pinned to the stone. “I’ll make good on my promise.”

"Build you up and break you down to make up for all the time we lost."

Your eyes very nearly roll back into your head. “You, you promise?”

He leaves you with a chaste, tender kiss and a nip at your throat. “Always.” And then he’s gone.

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would.

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air.

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you.

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung.

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash.

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top.

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest.

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no.

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior.

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper.

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win.

But he didn't have to know that.

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench.

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see."

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily.

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city.

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on.

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously.

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him.

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall.

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape.

"Wow. You look…"

"Tai, I know, I look...different."

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look."

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody.

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease.

Slowly you were coming to hate it.

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors.

"Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm.

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced.

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile.

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great…" He scratches the back of his head.

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end.

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?"

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret.

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass."

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!"

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots.

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses.

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses.

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead."

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are.

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this.

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core.

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size.

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied.

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux.

"You look flushed...you seem out of it."

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross.

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again.

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up.

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away.

And maybe you would, you felt like you could.

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint.

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers.

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak.

To confess.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?"

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite.

"Please Tai, pleeeasse."

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you.

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile.

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him.

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it.

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night."

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin.

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…"

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum. But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10.

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours.

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note.

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently.

"Happy new year baby."

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melzula · 4 years

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Could you write a Fire Lilies blurb about Princess! Reader and Zuko 's date night in their tale of Ba Sing Se?

a/n: you have no idea how excited I was when I got this request!!!

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

It’s a quiet day in Ba Sing Se as the Princess sweeps the floor of the tea shop and prepares for the morning rush of customers. She doesn’t get paid nearly as much as Zuko and Iroh due to only working part time, but she makes up for it by working in the dress shop across the street. It’s easy work and her employer is very kind so she can’t complain. Besides, this was the kind of simple life she had been longing for ever since her departure from home. The transition hadn’t been easy, especially not for Zuko, and she knew it would take some time to get used to, but now that they were in Ba Sing Se they had all the time in the world to settle down and finally begin a life together.

Across the way at the front counter Zuko watches y/n work silently, an unreadable expression on his face as he does so. He’s doing his best to at least try to make a life here despite how adamant he feels about the city being nothing but a prison, if not for him then for her, because she deserves it after all. It was something he had promised her long ago, and though their relationship had become worn and strained it was still there altogether, and the knots that had formed along the way were finally beginning to loosen now that they were here in Ba Sing Se.

“You know, it has been a very long time since the two of you last had the chance to be alone,” Iroh points out. “Perhaps the Princess would appreciate a romantic night out with her boyfriend.”

“There’s nothing to do here,” Zuko complains. “Where could we possibly go?”

“I’ve heard they have a beautiful fountain here,” Iroh suggests.

“I have to work.”

“Nonsense. I can cover your shift for you so that the two of you may go out together,” his Uncle offers, and before he has the chance to protest y/n approaches the counter with her dustpan and apron in hand.

“The shop is ready for customers,” she says with a small smile. “I should get going. Miss Tai asked me to open up the store today.”

“Of course. Zuko, is there anything you’d like to say to the Princess before she leaves?” Iroh asks, giving his nephew a gentle nudge to the ribs. Zuko scowls before clearing his throat and attempting a gentler approach to the question as you stand there expectantly.

“Would you like to go out on a date tonight?” He asks in a strained voice, obviously uncomfortable and out of his element. He’d never really had to ask her on a date before, she’d always just kind of been there, by his side and ready to spend time with him. Since when did a simple bowl of ramen together not count as a real date?

“I’d love to,” she giggles, obviously appreciative of his efforts, “you can pick me up from work.”

“He’s looking forward to it!” Iroh grins, and Zuko blushes with embarrassment at the delicate laughter that escapes y/n as she exits the shop and heads to work. Spirits, help him.

~~~

Zuko waits impatiently outside of Miss Tai’s shop, a permanent scowl on his lips and the urge to fuss with his hair stronger than anything he’s ever felt. He isn’t sure why he allowed his Uncle to do his hair or why he’s putting so much work into a date with his longtime girlfriend, but he knew Iroh had been right about the fact that it had been much too long since they’d last went out like this. But it wasn’t Zuko’s fault, at least not in his eyes, because he had been busy and couldn’t tend to y/n right away like she had hoped he would. The pair had been so close together yet so far apart in his years of hunting the Avatar, and when it was quiet enough his thoughts were often loud with doubt over whether or not she still loved him as much, if at all, as she did when they’d last met in their secret tunnel.

A muffled giggle is what catches his attention, y/n’s hand held over her mouth as she tries to stifle her laughter for Zuko’s sake. He wants to complain but the words die in his throat at the sight of her. Dressed in Miss Tai’s finest silk dress, the Princess looks absolutely radiant and quite literally takes Zuko’s breath away.

“Do you like it?” She muses with a sweet smile. “Miss Tai let me borrow it for our date.”

“You look... really pretty,” he finally says with a small smile of his own.

“And you look absolutely adorable!” y/n squeals, prompting Zuko’s smile to immediately morph into a scowl. She gives his cheeks a light pinch and laughs when he gently swats her hand away. “You should do your hair like that more often.”

“It took Uncle ten minutes to do my hair,” Zuko sulks as the Princess finally puts him out of his misery and ruffles the awful hairdo away.

“I’ll have to thank him when we get back,” she giggles before taking his hand and dragging him off to venture out into the city. “So what should we do?”

“I don’t know,” Zuko grumbles. “This city is nothing but dirt, I don’t know how I can possibly enjoy it.”

“Well you can’t enjoy it with an attitude like that,” the Princess argues. “There’s a cake stand over there. You like cake, don’t you?”

“I’m not in the mood for cake.”

“Then what are you in the mood for?”

“Nothing,” he grumbles, and the Princess’s once cheerful demeanor dwindles into one of disappointment. He doesn’t want to be here, she knows that better than anybody, but she had hoped that maybe by going out together he’d at least warm up to the idea of living in the city. Y/n loved Zuko more than anything in the world, but she was starting to doubt whether or not he still felt the same way about her. Their flame was beginning to dwindle and though she was desperate to keep the fire going it seemed that wouldn’t be possible without his help.

“Maybe you should just go home,” she offers quietly, releasing his hand and turning her back towards him in order to hide her growing tears. “That way you won’t have to be here when you don’t want to, a-and I can just explore the city by myself.”

Guilt weighs heavily upon Zuko’s shoulders at the sound of her trembling voice as he yet again manages to disappoint her. He wants to apologize but the words are stuck in his throat, so instead he lets out a small, awkward cough before coming up and gently resting a hand on her shoulder.

“That fortune teller booth looks kind of fun,” he suggests, and when she gives him a pointed look he says, “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Okay,” y/n sniffles quietly, a weak smile present upon her features as Zuko intertwines his fingers with her own and guides her towards the booth. He doesn’t miss the manor in which she tightly holds his hand, almost as if she’s afraid she’ll lose him if he lets her go, and it urges the Prince to increase his pace as he guides her towards their destination.

“Yes, step right up, lovebirds!” The eccentrically dressed man encourages, immediately taking the Princess’s hand and yanking her forward to read her palm. Zuko bites back the threat that rises up his throat, and y/n watches with childlike excitement as the fortune teller scans the grooves and lines of her hand. “Ah, this is very interesting.”

“What is it?”

“I see that you’ve lived a very happy life, though it hasn’t been easy as of late. The love you have in your heart is strong, but this love will be put to the test when the time comes.”

“Sounds like a bunch of nonsense,” Zuko mumbles only to earn a glare from the Princess in return. Put to the test? Hadn’t they already been through the hardest parts of their relationship already? What else could possibly make things worse?

“You will live a content and comfortable life and die a peaceful death. Oh, and you’ll most definitely be having twins!”

“Twins!” Y/n repeats delightedly, but all color drains from Zuko’s face at the idea and suddenly he feels very lightheaded.

“Okay, thank you, that’s enough,” he finally interjects, making sure to pay the man before dragging you off to your next destination.

“We’re going to have twins!” The Princess squeal delightedly.

“How do you know he’s not just some crazy old man?” Zuko retorts.

“He could be,” she admits with a shrug, “but it’s nice to have something to hope for even if it isn’t real.”

He says nothing in response to her wishful thinking, but he must admit that he does enjoy the idea of settling down with the Princess, starting their own family, creating a new legacy. Maybe staying in one place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

After a few minutes of aimless walking the two stumble upon the famous fountain of Ba Sing Se, though it doesn’t look like much to either of them due to the fact that the lanterns aren’t lit.

“This is the fountain everyone always talks about?” The Princess retorts with obvious disappointment. “I thought it would be prettier.”

“Hold on,” Zuko says, and before y/n can question him the Prince begins to use his bending to light the lanterns around the fountain. It’s dangerous and absolutely foolish to use his bending out in the open like that, but he’d rather be thrown in jail by the Dai Lee than have his Princess be upset. Her eyes sparkle with complete and utter awe at the sight of his fire bending, recognizing the flow of his movements and admiring the beauty of the flames that dance among the lanterns.

Now lit in all of its glory, the two stand side by side and admire the shimmering water that flows from the fountain. Zuko wraps an arm around the Princess’s waist, and she happily rests her head upon his shoulder once she’s safely nestled into his side.

“Thank you for taking me out tonight,” she murmurs quietly. “I’ve missed spending time with you like this.”

“Me too... I know I’ve been difficult with the transition into our new life here, and it’s going to take some time for me to get used to. But I also know that this should have happened a long time ago, and I’m sorry it took me this long to fulfill my promise to you.”

“I don’t care about how long it took us to get here,” y/n replies earnestly. “All that matters is that we’re finally together in Ba Sing Se just like we planned all those years ago. We can be happy now, but only if you allow yourself the chance to enjoy it.”

“I want to,” Zuko utters, turning to face her and gently cupping her cheek with his hand, “and I know with your help I can.”

The Princess smiles faintly at his proclamation, and when he leans down to kiss her she meets him halfway to seal their lips together in a tender kiss. It isn’t very long or very passionate, Zuko still not used to the idea of public displays of affection due to the fact that he’d refrained from act during his time on the ship with the crew, but it’s special and beautiful all the same.

Ba Sing Se is the start of a new beginning for the a coupe, a second chance at happiness and a place where they can start over. It won’t be easy, and the transition won’t happen over night, but at the two kiss underneath the ember glow of the fountain’s lanterns, the Princess knows that they’re finally going to get their chance at happiness, and so she savors the feeling for all it’s worth.

Because the spirits know it won’t last for very long.

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ibijau · 3 years

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Can I request Yanqing? Prompt 67 - “I’m doing this.” “Then I’m going with you." Thank you!

(Untamed verse bc Yanli wouldn’t have been around when wwx confronts jzxun in the novel)

There’s just something off about Wei Wuxian.

Of course, there’s always something off about Wei Wuxian these days, Jiang Yanli reflects. He’s always angry, always on edge, snapping at everyone, acting insolently… She would never dare to say it out loud for fear of hurting him, but Jiang Yanli feels sometimes that Wei Wuxian has become the person her mother always accused him to be, reckless and selfish and endangering their sect simply to stroke his ego.

She hates those thoughts when they come to her.

Others might say what they will about Wei Wuxian, but she knows him better than that. There’s a reason he’s like this, there has to be.

Jiang Yanli knows about secrets. She has a few of her own, or else she’d have already accepted Jin Zixuan’s clumsy attempt at courting, wouldn’t she? And just as she's hiding hers, so deep that nobody ever thinks she's capable of hiding anything, not her, not sweet naive and weak Jiang Yanli, she knows there's something lurking beneath the surface of Wei Wuxian's disdain.

She listens attentively as Wei Wuxian comes for Jin Zixun's throat, ordering him around, demanding he be told where to find…

And here, Jiang Yanli almost cries out.

Wei Wuxian is looking for Wen Ning.

She knows those Wen siblings, they're like her and her brothers, never far apart, never for long. Where Wen Ning is, Wen Qing will be found as well. Jiang Yanli hasn't found a trace of her… her friend, not since the war ended. Of course she couldn't have asked Jiang Cheng, who wouldn't understand, or Wei Wuxian, who… well, he had his own trouble. Jin Zixuan assured her that all surviving Wen were being treated with more kindness than they would have done for others had they won, but by his own admission he hasn't been involved in dealing with them, the task left to his cousin and half-brother.

Her heart wild with worry, Jiang Yanli discreetly follows Wei Wuxian when he leaves Jinlin Tai. He doesn’t notice her. Nobody ever does, of course, but Jiang Yanli is hardly good at these sorts of things, so she’s irrationally cross at him, even knowing he’d send her back if he noticed her. She follows him through just outside of Jinlin Tai, hoping and hoping and hoping, until at last Wei Wuxian stops next to a beggar wearing rags that might once have been red.

Wen Qing all but leaps into Wei Wuxian’s arms as he whispers something to her, and Jiang Yanli’s heart skips a beat.

Wen Qing is alive after all.

Having seen her, Jiang Yanli can finally admit to herself how terrified she was that the dear friend she made in the Cloud Recesses had died, another casualty in that horrifying war, her head mounted on a spike somewhere like they did to Wen Xu and many others. It is such a relief to see Wen Qing again, to see her alive, that Jiang Yanli throws caution to the wind and stumbles forward to join the other two, pulling her dear friend into a tight hug.

“Shijie!” Wei Wuxian gasps. “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to help,” Jiang Yanli replies, letting go of Wen Qing, only to immediately take her hands. Her skin is cold, and she’s lost so much weight since they last saw each other. Jiang Yanli wants to bathe her, dress her in finer clothes, feed her. She wants to take Wen Qing somewhere safe, and keep her from harm for good. “What’s going on? A-Xian, you said something about Wen Ning earlier?”

Wen Qing shivers, and looks ready to cry. Jiang Yanli squeezes her hands with as much tenderness as she dares. She listens attentively as Wei Wuxian explains the situation, the Wen of Dafan Mountain being in danger, Wen Qing begging him for help, the Jin’s lies.

“I’m going to Qiongqi path right away to rescue the Wen,” Wei Wuxian announces in a wary tone, as if expecting resistance, but Jiang Yanli only nods.

From the start, her brother has favoured Wen Ning, treating him as a little brother… or something like it, anyway. Jiang Yanli has seen how happy Wei Wuxian was playing with Wen Ning in the Cloud Recesses, how he trusted that boy who should have been their enemy when Jiang Cheng was hurt… and of course she hasn’t missed the way Wen Ning always looked at Wei Wuxian like he hung the moon and stars.

“Then I’ll protect Wen guniang,” Jiang Yanli offers. “I’ll keep her safe with me until…”

“No, I have to go with Wei gongzi,” Wen Qing objects weakly. “A-Ning might need my help, or the others. If they’re wounded, I’ll… No, I can’t stay behind. I’m doing this.”

“Then I’m going with you,” Jiang Yanli simply replies, squeezing Wen Qing’s hands. “You have to let me help.”

Wen Qing doesn’t smile, but her eyes shine with gratefulness… or maybe she’s just that close to crying.

“Shijie can’t come, it’s too dangerous,” Wei Wuxian says. “It’ll also attract too much attention, and it’s not good for your health to be horse-riding such a long distance.”

Horse-riding, not flying a sword, Jiang Yanli notes. She expected Wei Wuxian to say he can’t carry two people, since Wen Qing doesn’t appear to have a sword anymore, and Jiang Yanli’s health doesn’t allow her to fly. It’s so odd. Wei Wuxian is a strong flyer, with a solid golden core, he should be able to fly to Qiongqi path with Wen Qing, so why take horses instead?

It makes no sense.

“I am not that weak,” Jiang Yanli protests, unwilling to be parted from the dear friend she’s only just found again. “And if I am present, I might exert more authority than you upon those people.”

“Or else everyone in the cultivation world will say I kidnapped you,” Wei Wuxian points out. “And then they’ll run after us to rescue you, and Wen Ning will be left to his fate. It’s safer if you don’t come. This doesn’t concern you, shijie, so let me deal with it alone.”

Because it concerns you, of course it concerns me, Jiang Yanli almost replies. Because it concerns Wen Qing, it also concerns me, she’d be tempted to add.

But that would only start a long argument, and Wei Wuxian is right about one thing: Wen Ning cannot be left to his fate. Besides, Jiang Yanli can find other ways to help.

“I understand,” she says, a touch too meekly. She sees a slight crease between Wen Qing’s eyebrows, and it pleases her that the other woman finds it odd for her to give in so easily, that she knows Jiang Yanli well enough for that. “I will stay behind… please be careful, both of you.”

“Don’t tell Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian simply says, sounding oddly on edge at the idea her brother might be involved.

A horrible, terrible idea starts to form in her mind at the memory of those days they spent in Wen Qing’s house, so desperate to find a way for Jiang Cheng to regain his golden core, and how he never seems to do any sort of regular cultivation these days.

With hardly so much as a shiver, Jiang Yanli puts that suspicion aside. Later. She’ll deal with this later.

“I won’t say a word to him,” Jiang Yanli easily promises. “Go now, time is of the essence.”

Wei Wuxian nods. Wen Qing hugs her, just a touch too tight, as if expecting it’ll be the last time. Jiang Yanli has been hugged by Wen Qing for the last time repeatedly, so she knows how that feels of course.

Jiang Yanli watches as two of the three people she holds dearest in the world leave together for a rescue mission that she cannot imagine going well, not with Wei Wuxian’s temper these days. She watches on until she’s sure they’re gone, then heads back inside Jinlin Tai, her pace slow and careful to avoid attracting attention.

The men inside the banquet hall are all shouting and arguing, accusing Wei Wuxian of every crime under the sky, making it sound as though Jiang Cheng is weak for not keeping his head disciple under control. Jiang Yanli ignores them all, and they ignore her back. Sometimes it pays to have little presence.

While everyone argues, Jiang Yanli makes her way to Jin Zixuan’s side and pulls lightly on his sleeve. She would have expected it’d take effort to get his attention, but he instantly turns to look at her, and even tries to smile at her.

“Jiang guniang, I’m sure there’s a misunderstanding,” Jiang Zixuan says. “Since you’ve vouched for him, I believe Wei Wuxian cannot be that bad, or he wouldn’t have your trust. I’m sure we’ll sort this out, once everyone calms down.”

Jiang Yanli smiles back. If there weren’t more urgent things to consider, she’d be touched by his trust, by his gentleness.

“Jin gongzi, as it happens, I need your help,” she says in a low whisper, glad for the noise around them that hides her words. “I need to get to that place your cousin mentioned, Qiongqi path, and I need to get there quickly, but I cannot fly, and I cannot ask my brother.”

The smile on Jin Zixuan’s handsome face disappears, replaced by a severe expression as he glances around and tries to decide what to do. Jiang Yanli wouldn’t even blame him if he turned her down, not in the current political climate, not when his own cousin has just been assaulted. If this doesn’t work, then Jiang Yanli will try with someone else. That nice second Jade of Gusu Lan perhaps. Or else…

But she doesn’t need to think of an alternative. Jin Zixuan nods shortly, and discreetly motions for her to go back outside. She obeys, and he quickly joins her, sword in hand.

Flying is quicker than horses, so they’ll get there before Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing, and if Wen Ning is in any danger, they’ll save him.

And then…

Then it will be another problem.

But Jiang Yanli has just found Wen Qing again and she’s not going to let anyone take her dear friend from her again.

#yanqing #jiang yanli #wei wuxian #wen qing #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #this one really isn't super shippy oooops?#Anonymous

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Wild Heart: Taishiro Toyomitsu fluff and nsfw at the end

Notes: Smut with kinda nomadic and village people with animal features. Sorry s/o, but you’re a lil’ bunny with a kinda fearful backstory. All characters are of age, and this story has some dark elements to it. Don’t read if you’re underaged.

Warnings: No forced mating happens to s/o, but there are mentions of the fearful possibilities, and s/o living in fear of it. Kinda Mary Sue s/o but whatevs.

……………

When your first heat took over you, you first lived in your own little space in your parent’s temporary den. Of course they expected this. You, however, did not expect them to take advantage of your delicate situation by inviting possible suitors in their home.

It scared you so much, laying there in your feathered nest, listening to your parents in the other room basically interviewing each and every suitor, acting as if you were a piece of meat to be traded off to. Which, you realized, that you were.

Traveling in the past winter was difficult, for many villagers fell ill, got lost, and were eaten by wilder animals, which made your parents desperate to help reproduce the decaying tribe. Of course, rabbits being one of the most fertile breeds, were sought by more dominant species to reproduce. A predatory species such as a wolf or dog, for example, will always have pups, if their mate isn’t high on the list of dominance that is.

It made young bunnies such as yourself a prize, because although highly fertile and bore kits quickly, the kits will be a species of their mate, instead of rabbits themselves.

You weren’t sure if you wanted kits, only to repeat your species’s vicious little cycle. You were sick of it, and always fearful that somebody who your parents approved of, will just come into your nest while in heat, and either fuck you then and there, or drag you away to be a little breeder.

You were so scared and sick. Although terrible, your parents seem to know that a fearful bunny in heat was not good, and the stars aligned with luck as you heard them sigh and say that right after your heat, you will be traded to the well off weasel in your tribe in exchange for nesting materials and food.

It understandably made you angry, and that fateful night, when you felt ready, you packed some things and left without your parents knowing.

To where, you did not know, but like your kin, you will find your own little place, whether it be in a small nomadic village such as your parents, or all alone in the wilderness. It was unsafe for you. Your heat had just lifted, but the intoxicating smell still clung to you.

You traveled far, avoiding to stay at one place for too long, suspicious strangers, and open fields. Wolves would leer at you, owls and other birds of prey would gauge whether should they swoop down at you. Your nights were spent curled up in either an abandoned den, or huddled against a large tree, hoping that you’ll be safe.

As for your heats, you definitely had to play extra safe, so far as gathering two week’s worth of food to place in a temporary den, blocking it and not even thinking about coming out until it was at least a week after your heat.

It was an absolute nightmare to be writhing on the ground, hearing the scratches, threats, and wanton moans of animals outside, wanting to break through your makeshift barrier, and never succeeding. It scared you so much, that a small part of you wondered if the weasel would have been a better choice. You shook it off. No, you were more than an incubator. You always got through the night, and you’ll get through this one.

On the lucky side, your food resources would not run out due to it being late summer, and so wild fruit, vegetables, and berries were still available to you, making stored temporary dens so much easier while dealing with heats, which drained your energy. You didn’t want to continue walking forever, living in fear and hiding, but you didn’t want to be near your parents ever again.

One day, you came across a friendly little village. It surprised you. Unlike your village, they had buildings built there to stay, not tents flapping in the wind, or an abandoned den in which would be abandoned again. It felt like a secure place, and you decided that you will try to find a den on the outskirts of town.

It didn’t take long to find an old fox den. The smell has long since faded, and there was no outcry or claim when you left of what few belongings you had. Being smart, you covered the opening up with grass and branches, and headed towards the village to hopefully find work for food so that you could eat for the upcoming winter.

The people were friendly. They saw you not just as a foreigner, but one of the few beings who actually wanted to stay. The majority of your land had a nomadic lifestyle, but this place had structure, rules, and more importantly, safety. Beings of all kinds were welcomed here, and nobody discriminated. It was too good to be true, you thought. You thought that it was a trap, but it wasn’t.

It was a new concept of living, and many beings found it too weird and suffocating, not like the free reign they were use to having, so many beings avoided the village. You loved it. So you stayed.

Of course there were doubts, and the ever-lingering fear, yet it melted away when you seen the sunny faces of a fellow rabbit named Izuku, a red salamander by the name of Eijiro, the warm smile and fluffy squirrel tail of Ochaco, the leader of the village, a droopy crow man by the name of Aizawa, and others , you knew that this was your place.

It didn’t take you long to befriend the villagers. It was not a large village, but for the first time, you felt very welcomed and supported, and even found a job working as a gardener with Ochaco. You felt so happy, that you let yourself smile, which you haven’t done so in ages.

Of course, of all of the villagers, there was one who caught your eyes the most. When your eyes met, you couldn’t help the fluttering feeling beat within your chest. Bright orange eyes, soft yellow hair, and a round face met your gaze. The rare tiger breed was eating something sweet, and had a little speck of food on his face, in which you couldn’t help but find adorable.

It didn’t bother you that he was round, or the soft blush on his cheeks, or the way his pretty eyes had glistened a little with surprise, and most importantly, his sandalwood and soft vanilla scent. You knew that you shouldn’t like a person just bases on their looks or scent, but at that moment, you couldn’t help the blood rushing to your cheeks, a little.

Of course, it didn’t help when he offered a smile and one of his sweets, that you were pulled a little more into the rabbit hole of like at first sight.

Throughout the end of your gardening, he would visit you often. His name is Taishiro Toyomitsu “but you can call me Tai-chan!” as his tail flicked. He was only a few years older than you, and his job was help keep the peace, patrolling around the village and help protect it against invaders.

You were smitten but of course could not tell him. A part of you wanted him to like you in despite of your heats and fertility, and you was scared.

As you continued being his friend for the next year, you learned that not only was he a great and a trustworthy friend, but he had lost his fat during spring, and gained it back during the harsh winter months. You honestly thought his bigger form was cuter, but you were not complaining at all to see rippling muscles adorned with sweat during the summer heat.

Which didn’t help your heats at all when you lay deep within your den, writhing with your fingers within you, feeling incomplete and needing something bigger as you could imagine the soft feel of his flesh rutting within you or hard muscles holding you down. It was torture, and you knew that by not telling him how you felt, and not wanting to ruin your relationship with one of your closest and dearest friends, you allowed yourself to suffer.

Within the next two years, you worked hard and never complained. You learned how to sew, clean, cook, garden, gather, and even carpentry. You helped your neighbors, and in return, they, mainly Taishiro, helped you build your little fox den into a rabbit hut.

You never told your neighbors about your problems before, but it didn’t take a genius to figure things out. You were a lone being with no mate, not another’s scent on you, and had never brought anybody into your house. It was obvious that you ran away, and you even let it slip while casual talking to Izuku.

Of course, not to mention that the scent of your heat always lingered a week or two on you after your actual heat. You didn’t deny the thrill up your spine whenever Taishiro would accidentally inhale your scent. You didn’t miss the way his pupils dilated with lust, ears perked, and tail thrashing wildly as he looked at you whenever he thought you weren’t looking. Oh no, you were totally aware, and ate it up. Every little image was fodder for you, and it made your heart race faster.

Everything changed for you, one November day. You were outside, planning on where to plant your crops for the next spring, happily humming to yourself as ever, until you felt yourself being pushed down onto the ground. In a daze, you scrambled to back up from whatever force that was near you, and looked up.

It was your father, and he was seething. You didn’t understand. You traveled far, hadn’t you? Your scent would have faded on your travels, and why now, after three years, has your parent finally found you with an irrational attitude?

You did feel like you left your parents to defend for themselves, but you had to do this for yourself. If not for your dignity, but for your freedom. The only rational thought you could come up with was that the tribe was traveling this direction, and you, living on the outskirts of the village, was easily spotted.

Fate was unfair, sometimes.

“Where have you been? We were worried for you! Your suitor, the weasel, has already found another mate! Your mother and I had lost a lot of opportunity when you ran off like a coward!” It all came falling out of his mouth as he screamed at you. Three years worth of anguish filled his tone.

Your ears flattened back as your body stiffened with fear. Then an unexpected anger hit you out of nowhere.

“Do you know how scared I was while you were inviting strangers into our home? While I was in my heat for no less? Overhearing how you were going to trade me in as if I never mattered? I was so scared that you were just going to let somebody walk in and do whatever they wanted to me!” You shouted as tears threaten to spring from your eyes. You hurriedly wiped them away as your father stared in shock. However, you weren’t done.

“I traveled so far! Trying to escape you two, the tribe, and everything that holds me down biologically! I had to hide during my heats, hearing...things outside trying to get through the dens I blockaded. Storing food, hiding in the darkness for weeks until I felt safe to go out...looking above me or behind my back every second….” You trailed off as your anger dissipated fast. You frantically wiped your eyes as your father’s shoulders relaxed.

You almost jumped when you felt a hand land gently upon your shoulder. A fierce sandalwood scent overpowered the sweet vanilla, and you knew who it was. Swiveling to look up, your heart sped faster at the sight of Taishiro, who now had a feral look to him as he stared your father down. Your heart sank. You didn’t mean for him to find about your troubles. His ears flat, tail puffed out and swishing, and eyes didn’t leave your father as he spoke.

“Is he botherin’ you, Darlin’?” His voice was gentle to you, although his body language spoke another situation. You eyed your father as his face held a tiny bit of remorse, and fear.

“No,” You found yourself saying aloud. “he’ll be leaving, soon.” After those words, your father gave a curt nod and left just like that. You couldn’t believe your circumstances, or the loop that life threw at you. Your cheeks paled as you remembered that Taishiro probably heard everything.

To be honest, you didn’t care. You wanted him to know, but of course under better circumstances. Tail smoothing down, ears perked, the sweet vanilla overpowering the sandalwood, and eyes round, he looked at you with a worried expression.

“Are you alright? I came running as soon as I scented an unfamiliar scent around your area, I feared for the worse. Damn, I didn’t mean to overhear everything! Seriously, you went through all of that?” His concerned babbling made your heart leap. He cared about you. Feeling brave, you looked at him and decided to shoot a question.

“What did you fear, Tai-chan?” Your question caught him off guard as his eyes widened and a pink dust settled over his cheeks as he swiftly looked down at the ground. For a second, you thought he was going to start blubbering, but then he looked back at you with a determination.

“I was worried that you had found a suitor.” He admitted. Oh. Oh.

“That would have bothered you, wouldn’t it?” You asked with a serious gentle voice. He couldn’t help but nod.

“How long?” You pressed. His ears flattened with a bit of embarrassment and his eyes tentatively met yours.

“When I first saw you. Timid thing with wide eyes, couldn’t help but find ya...ya know, cute. Then you were always friendly, ya know? Um, I could see ya admiring me, even when I was heavy and fat during the winter, I always felt you starin’ at me with those eyes, and it made me feel special. As if my personality was worth more than my body weight, ya know? Then when the years passed and I got ta know ya, I realized that I loved you.” His flush deepened with every breath as he admitted this.

You felt warmth pool within you despite the November chill, and your heart raced. He loved you? You asked him how he had noticed, and he smiled a little.

“Honestly, you aren’t very subtle, Darlin’. Even a week after your heat, I can see you liking the way I’ve been reacting to your smell. Three years is too much, but I’d wait more if you’re still decidin’.” He let out a little growl, and you flushed. Your heart hammered loudly, and you swore that he could hear it. Then you let it out.

“I loved you when I first saw you,” Your voice broke out and he looked at you with wonder. “as you heard the outburst I had with my father, I was at first a little insecure about liking somebody. Everyone before I came to this life, saw me as an object waiting to be used. You’re not like that. The villagers, my friends, aren’t like that. I didn’t know that you had feelings for me, but I kept pushing away suitors just in case if you changed your mind, one day.” You admitted freely. It honestly felt as if a giant weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

Only for warm arms to embrace you. Your little bunny tail couldn’t help but swish happily as you wrapped your arms around him, pushing your face into his chest and taking in the sweet vanilla scent. This was happening. You both acknowledged your feelings towards each other, and now can rest easy.

After a few minutes, he broke the silence first.

“In my old tribe, it’s custom for males to court their lovers before they finally settle. Would you like that, lil’ rabbit?” He teased lightly as his hand ran circles on your back. You nodded without hesitation. Then you remembered.

“My heat is tomorrow.” He froze and pulled away to look at you with wide eyes.

“Darlin’…” He let the sentence drop as you cupped his face.

“I’m tired of spending them alone. They’re getting worse, and it’s hurting more every passing season. If you’re wanting, I rather have nobody in my nest for the rest of my life but you.”

The next thing you knew, his warm mouth was onto yours, holding you tight against him as he started kissing you. You shivered a little, and he pulled back.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’d love to.” He crooned, making your insides turn into warm mush. He’d love to make love to you is all you could think about, and in an instant, years of self restraint seemed to wither.

“Tonight, before my heat?” You pondered. It took him a second, but then he nodded. You smiled warmly up at him and caressed his cheek. Because it was getting to winter months, he was bulky. Not fully round, but not fully muscular, yet. You loved him any other way, but were pleased that you got to have both for your first time. You wanted to remember everything clearly, and not be in a heat induced mess where fingers and hazy memories of being alone was your only companion.

“Alright, Darlin’. Tonight. I’ll head home and get ready, alright? I’ll meet you in your hut.” You agreed and the both of you parted ways temporarily. Your heart pounded and you felt slick pool out at the images you had stored in your head that built up for the last three years.

Night fell slower than you’d like, but you took the opportunity to clean your hut, make your nest comfortable, and even made stew. You were more excited than nervous. You trusted him, you knew that when the morning came, you’ll have a bonding mark, letting everybody know that he was yours, and you were his. Time crawled slowly, letting you think upon other things.

Would he want kits? You could easily imagine little cubs looking exactly like him and you, and to be honest, you didn’t mind at all. He’d be a great father, but you weren’t with him because of that. Oh no, you loved him, and your body, although not knowing it yet, will too.

You opened the door to the slow and steady knocking. He was standing there, eyes locking onto yours as you let him in without a sound.

“Would you like supper, first?” You asked. You had already eaten, but you didn’t know if he had or not. He shook his head.

“Honestly, Darlin’? I’m ready for desert.” He exclaimed while staring directly at you with a tone dark with lust. It was a newer side of him than you’ve seen, and you liked it. There was hardly any words when you led him into your nest. He had asked if you were sure about this, and you reassured him that you were more than willing. Your head was clear, and more than likely he would spend the next week with you during your heat. Your lustful hunger had been put off for way too long, and you were more than willing to share it with somebody who cares about you.

...Smut:

When you closed and locked the door, he stared at you with such a lustful gaze, you felt slick leak out. He must have smelled it, for his eyes dilated.

“I’m different when I’m in the mood, Darlin’. I’m still me, but my instincts are screamin’ at me to bend you over and fuck you full of my cum. One last chance, are you sure?” He growled out, and you all but crooned.

“I’m sure, Tai. I trust you.” You admitted, and that was all he needed to hear. Although gently, he pushed you down onto your feathered bedding, towering over you as he stared at you like a man starved. His eyes glowed under the moonlight. Your hand cupped his face gently, and he bent down to kiss you. Kissing was something new to you, and he probably could tell. He’d lick your lips, and you’d instinctively granted entry. He was warm and soothing and coaxed you to swirl your tongue over his as he lightly sucked onto yours.

You broke away from air, only for him to tug off his clothes quickly, and then tugging off of yours. You wished it was a little slower, but you enjoyed the sight. His fat and muscles glistened with sweat underneath the moonlight, and you couldn’t love it more. What caught your eyes, however, was his erection. It was fat and heavy, and leaking pre-cum onto your bedding. You never saw one up close, but you already wanted to taste it.

“You’re beautiful.” You found yourself admit, and his eyes reached you with warmth.

“As are you, Sweetheart. Honestly, how did I get so lucky?” He murmured as he decided that the two of you needed to continue, and you were on board with that.

You all but gasped as he took a nipple within his mouth, swirling it as he stared into your eyes with an almost cocky smirk. His other hand reached out to your other nipple, and gently rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. It was a new experience, feeling his rough calloused hands do that to you. You knew you were sensitive there, but never indulged too much time because other areas cried for your attention during heat. He sucked eagerly, rolling it around with his tongue, only to let go and gently blow cool air onto your bud. You gasped and he chuckled.

“A little sensitive, Dearest?” He gently teased, but you nodded anyway. Your lower half was aching. You didn’t want to rush the experience, but your self control was withering.

“Taishiro.” You let out a whine. He all but laughed at your expense.

“A little eager, aren’t we?” A darker tone filled with lust was replacing his normal tone, and you and your instincts loved it.

“My little slutty bunny wants to be eaten out, huh?” His voice sent a fire to your loins. You didn’t care what he called you, the both of you knew that was instinct, and it did set you alight. So you nodded anyway as you found your legs being separated with his face in between them, staring at your sex as if it was his favorite meal. You whined.

“What a pretty flower, you’ve got there, Sugar.” Was your only warning as you felt his hot mouth onto you. You crooned with relief and surprise. How did he know how to do this? You didn’t mind his past, he was forever yours, now, but it still had you wondering. His hot tongue rubbed against your clit a little roughly, and you felt his hand lift from your breast, and soon you felt a thick digit enter you. His hands were calloused and bigger than yours, and so the stretch was odd, but you wanted more.

You moved your hips gently with the thrusts of his fat finger as he slowly added more, eyeing you with a raw hunger. His mouth left your opening and you let out a low whine. He kissed your thigh gently as he added a third finger, stretching you out as you moved against him, liking the feel of the foreign burn.

“You’re so tight, squeezin’ onto my fingers, drippin’ pre-cum and ruining yer bed like a wanton whore.” You hear him all but growl. You felt yourself tighten with those words and looked away in embarrassment as he chuckled darkly. You couldn’t help it!

“Ya like dirty talk, huh?” He growled out a whisper as he pulled his fingers abruptly out of you and ignored your moan of protest. He continued, pulling you onto his lap, rubbing his erect member against your clit as he growled out the remaining words that you wanted to hear.

“You wanna bounce on my cock, Baby? Lemme fuck yer cervix? Fuck you roughly through your orgasm and paint your womb white with my cum? Huh?” He breathed hotly into your ear, and you had to keep yourself from cumming then and there as you clung to him with desperation. You whimpered. This is what you’ve been wanting for so long, and you were so happy that it was with Taishiro. You weren’t scared that this was your first time, and knew that your body could take him. You wanted your body to take him, and so you nodded.

“Alright, Darlin’.” His voice was softer now as he laid you gently upon your bedding as he stared down at you with a gentle yet feral look. You knew that he’d been putting this off as long as you had, and was desperate. Unlike his dirty talk, his behavior was sweet as he kissed you gently, holding onto you as you felt the head of his cock slowly enter you.

You kept yourself still as you felt your walls envelop the large intruder. It didn’t hurt like you thought it would, but it did leave a pleasurable burning stretch that you weren’t sure to make of at first. Your eyes were locked onto his as he eyed your expression. He then came to a stop, resting flushed against your skin.

“You doin’ okay, Darlin’?” He asked hoarsely, and you nodded.

“It feels a little weird, but it doesn’t hurt.” You admitted. His muscles stiffened as he looked at you with surprise. You were confused at his expression, and then it hit you. He didn’t know of your inexperience, and you just assumed that he’d know.

“Oh, Dearest, had I known-” You cut him off by kissing him. You didn’t want him to think, right now. All you wanted was to make love.

“Move.” You ordered.

“So demanding.” He chuckled, but complied as he gently rolled his hips, grasping at the nest as he eyed your expression with such intensity. You knew that he was holding himself back for you, and honestly, it was sweet. Yet, you wanted him to enjoy himself, too.

“Taishiro, I’m not hurting. It feels-Ah!-Good. Mmh-I want you to…” Your eyes looked downwards for a second while he looked at you confused. Then you looked up at him dead in the eye as you finished your sentence.

“I want to bounce on your cock.” At this, he stilled so fast that you thought he had stopped functioning, and then with a feral growl unlike you ever heard before, he pulled you up onto his lap.

“I was trying to be gentle, Baby, but since you’re such a little slut, I think you should fuck yourself on me.” He growled darkly as he aimed a sharp thrust, burying deeper inside you and you all but screamed with ecstasy as you felt his dick hit a special spot within you.

“Oh? Was that your spot? You gonna let me fuck you, or are you gonna bounce?” He then moaned as you tried your best to meet his erratic thrusts. You all but keened as his mouth latched onto a nipple that belonged to your bouncing breasts, harshly sucking on it as his other hand roughly groped your other breast. This was what your nirvana felt like as your walls began to tighten.

Refusing to come first, he then pulled out. Any amount of protest you had, was stifled as he turned you around harshly, bare ass in the air and your face muffled within the nest. His hands gripped at your hips tightly as he thrusted in, now with fervor. His weight laid heavy on your back as he breathed into your ear, talking dirty. You crooned, because this angle was newer and you felt the heaviness of his dick plow into you better.

“Fuckin’ virgin wouldn’t allow me to take this slow,” He nipped at your ear through heavy breathes. “I love you so damned much. I’m going to make you ride my dick slowly next time, and you’re going to enjoy the slow intimacy, yeah?” A rush of touched warmth enveloped you as you nodded, trying to focus on cumming.

“I love you-Ah! More!” You breathed out. He let out a laugh as one of his hands reached under to rub your clit.

“Oh, Baby, the shit you do to me.” He growled for the umpteenth time. You couldn’t help it. Your walls clenched tightly as you heard him curse, and the best orgasm in your life hit you hard. You screamed out his name through the white haze of euphoria. When your senses came to, his hips fastened their pace as he suddenly gripped both of your hips hard, stilled, and felt sharp teeth clamp tight around your scent gland as he came harshly. You felt him spurt his come into you as he held you down.

His hips were now gently pumping in and out of you, letting the last spurts of his cum be released inside as he licked your wound apologetically. You couldn’t see it, but you already loved it. He gingerly pulled out of you, flopping right next to you as he pulled you close to his chest. The two of you were quiet for a while as you snuggled within his chest, feeling your erratic heartbeat calm down as his slowed.

“No, I love you more.” He countered, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

……………………………….

I think this is my most favorite fic that I’ve ever written, and one of the longest omg.

#taishiro toyomitsu #fatgum x reader #ABO #Kinda #Self indulgent #Fluff #This is dirty #I'm a simp for this man

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Ravens greatest regret, The mysterious final days of Summer Rose

Ever since volume 2, Raven presented herself as someone that is shrouded in mystery, whatever we knew about raven was always mirrored by how much yang knew as the story progressed. According to Tai and Qrow, Raven is a complicated woman, she has a funny way of looking at the world that many would disagree on, but despite this she remained a strong, clever, independent woman who is devoted to whatever cause she believed in.

However, over the course of volume 5, many of us have now begun to realize that raven may not be the person she once was. Throughout volume 5, Raven has been shown to be manipulative, untrustworthy, and more than willing to sacrifice anyone around her. But most importantly, it was through ravens confrontation between Yang that we realize juts what kind of person raven is, so, who is she? well....shes a coward.

Despite Ravens best efforts to be the only victor in the fight of volume 5 and make others believe that everything she has done till now was the smart decision, we begin to realize that raven is simply letting herself live in denial rather than accept the fact that it was her fears that prompted her to make bad decision, decisions that she claims are for her and her tribes benefit. Some of those decisions included, siding with Cinder to help Salem obtain the relic in exchange for Qrows death,

stealing the spring maiden powers by killing the previous maiden

and even attempting to steal the relic from the vault.

And for what exactly?, HOPE!, hope that the maiden powers and the relic of knowledge would be more than enough power to help keep her safe from Salem!

As I watched Raven realize the reality of her situation and just how much she had screwed up by making such decisions, I began to wonder....... what exactly happened to Raven that lead her to lose track of herself and fall down such a path?. Something must have happened to her, but what? well, lets take a step back and look at what we know of Ravens past.

In the past, when raven was still part of team STRQ, and shortly after giving birth to yang, raven found out that Salem could not be defeated ..… but.... did this mean she found out that Salem couldn't be killed?. Ruby and the others only found out about Salems immortality when they questioned Jinn,

So, did Raven somehow uncover the same truth?. Some have theorized that perhaps Raven used one of Jinns wishes to learn about the truth herself, but this would not make sense because Raven had never seen the relic of knowledge, let alone know where the vault containing it was hidden, so, how did she find out that Salem could not be defeated? well, let me start off by saying that maybe Raven never knew Salem couldn't be killed, only that she could not be stopped.

Now, the main problem with fighting in Salems war, is that it was already well known to have lasted generations!, Iron Wood knew this, Glinda knew this, Qrow knew this, pretty much everyone that was on either Ozpin or Salems circle knew this, and yet none of theme ever questioned why she hadn't at least died of old age. Perhaps due to Ozpins ability to reincarnate and Salems ability to use magic and control grimm, they may not have questioned it much, they simply accepted the fact that Salem was capable of terrible things, including keeping herself alive. So, what if it was this one major factor in the war against Salem that lead Raven to realize one very important thing about herself ..... she, had been fighting in the war against Salem, for far to long now!

with all the fighting and no real progress to show them where Salem was and how to defeat her, could have lead raven to grow tired of it all. Soon after, raven may have come to the realization that all this fighting was pointless and as a result, Raven left.

but this still doesn't explain why she was so afraid of Salem and why she was so desperate to avoid her, after all, no one (not including Ozpin), not even Qrow or Tai, had ever seen Salem!. The only ones team STRQ had ever faced in relation to salem were her henchmen, and they appear to have no problem defending themselves against them, I mean, just look at when Qrow fought against Tyrian in V4C7

everyone of Ozpins followers that knew of Salem only ever had fears of what she would do to the world if she managed to get her hands on the relics, but only those that truly came face to face with her and realized just how horrifying she truly was, would end up developing an overwhelming fear for her.

Cinder, Tyrian, Watts, Hazel, Emerald and Mercury, are all terrified of Salem and what she might do to them If they don’t do as she says.

Even Leo, a man who had devoted himself to Ozpin, who told Ozpin face to face that he would never betray him no matter the danger, did in fact betray him once he met and saw first hand just what kind of threat Salem really is.

So, does this mean that Raven met Salem in her years away from Ozpin?..... maybe, but how?, when?, where? and why?

For starters, when raven left Ozpins side, she would have needed to gather her thoughts and come up with a plan for herself: Where would she go now?, and what would she do next?. If you think about it, these questions are obvious, Raven went back to her old tribe and became the new leader, as for what she would do next ,well, there was only one thing she could do, survive. If Raven had any chance of surviving the crazy war between Ozpin and Salem, she would have needed to keep herself hidden and as far away from Salem, for as long as possible. To do this, raven would have needed intel on what areas in remnant Salem was targeting

keep in mind that when raven left Ozpins side, she left with the bird transformation ability. Raven, being as clever as she is, might have harnessed this ability and used it to her advantage in order to gather information on how she could better defend herself against Salem. Better yet, she could do all of this undetected by anyone, if anyone did see her, they would simply see an ordinary bird!

But gathering intel on Salems targeted areas was one thing, figuring out who Salems pawns were was a completely different situation. Just as Qrow said back in V4C8 , Salem likes to work in the shadows, she likes using others to carry out her work. So, if raven did want to keep herself away from Salem, she would have also needed a good idea as to what kind of people were following her. Seeing as just how good raven is at judging others by their character, such as when she was able to accurately describe cinder, watts, mercury and emerald in V5C9

It doesn't seem like Raven needed to hunt down the people that could be following Salem, she only needed to know what kind of people had the potential to be a pawn in Salems plans. Back in V2C11, when raven saved yang from being killed by neo,

its possible that raven was there, not to keep an eye on Yang and save her the one time, but to confirm her suspicions of Roman Torchwick being one of the pawn in Salems plans! Roman was all over the news after all, so his suspicious actions in the city of Vale most likely caught her attention.

Unfortunately, keeping track of your enemies is certainly not an easy job to do, but if raven really did want to stay away from salem, she would have no other choice but to keep track of everyone elses plans and make sure that she was not going to be involved. But, what if, just maybe, something did get her involved, or...someone!

what if in the midst of her investigating, someone discovered what raven was doing and asked her to include them in order to better figure out who else was involved with Salem. But wait, Raven would never agree to working with someone, if anyone did discover what she was doing, raven would simply kill them without a second thought, its been made clear to us that Raven is perfectly willing to kill innocent people such as villagers, the previous spring maiden, and even her own brother Qrow

if someone really was with Raven in her search for answers, it would have been someone that kept her from killing them on sight, someone that not only made her listen to their reasons for wanting to join her, but also be someone that was able to prove to her that they had the skills to carry out dangerous mission along side her, without being a burden.

Problem is, the only people who have these qualifications, are the members of her former team, team STRQ! but wait, she left them remember, why would any of them search for Raven and ask her to team up?

Qrow only ever saw Raven when she felt it was necessary, so that leaves him out. Tai was busy enough as it is, taking care of yang and ruby when he became a father as well as a teacher at signal academy, so we can cross him off the list. The only one left to take into account is...Summer rose!... but wait... no one knows what happened to her....

in V2C6, when yang tells Blake about what had happened to Summer, yang says that she went on a mission one day and never came back.

In V7C4 when Ruby talks to Qrow about summer, Qrow finally reveals to us and Ruby that of all the missions that summer went on, the one mission that she never came back from, was a mission that she never told anyone about!... but what if summer only kept her mission a secret from her friends and Ozpin, what if, someone else knew about her mission! but who? who would summer talk to about her mission besides Qrow, Tai and Ozpin?...perhaps, a former friend...like Raven!?

but why would Raven get involved with summer, years after she left team STRQ? and why would Summer want to include Raven in her mission, years after Raven abandoned Yang and her team? and if Raven really did get involved with summer, then what the heck kind of mission did summer set up for herself !?

from what we know, after Raven left, Summer married Tai, became the adopted mother of Yang, and gave birth to Ruby. According to Yang, summer was “supermom”, going out on monster fighting missions and making cookies for her and ruby when she came back home. Judging by Yangs description of Summer, Summer was clearly every bit the loving mother that Raven was not. When Qrow talks about Summer, he talks about her the same way Yang does, that she was a kind person that was always the first to stand up and fight for what was right.

But then again, maybe it was her identity as a kind, strong willed person, a protective and loving mother, that could have made summer realize something horrible and later come to an even more terrifying decision.

where am I going with this? well, what if in the time that Summer became a mother, Summer began to have the same realizations raven had about fighting Salem, that realization being of course that the war on Salem was lasting to long!. And that despite her, her team, and Ozpins efforts, summer might have realized that there was a chance that the war would not end in her time. When summer became a mother, it might have occurred to her that she did not want the war on Salem to be passed onto Ruby and Yangs generation. Perhaps it was through her own worry of what might have happened to her daughters, should they one day choose to fight against Salems war themselves, that finally made summer come to a very important decision.... this war... needed to end!

but what would Summer even do to end a war that has lasted generations?!. Keep in mind that Summer was a huntress born with silver eyes, meaning that she was a major threat to the creatures of grim, and by extension a major threat to Salem. When the fans discovered just what kind of effect the silver eyed warriors had on the grim, such as when ruby used her eyes in V6C6

and when Maria used her eyes in V6C7, back in her youth as “the grim reaper”

many of us had soon theorized that if a silver eyed warrior managed to find Salem and actually got the chance to use their powers on her, then maybe, just maybe, they could beat her immortality by turning her into a living statue, rather than killing her! Well, odds are, Summer might’ve had a similar idea, the only thing she needed to do now, was find Salem! but how !?

Summer already knew that Ozpin had no idea where Salem was located and any leads they had on her location were a bust. The only people that knew where Salem was were the same people that had to report directly to her from time to time, her henchmen!. But finding them was a challenge of its own. Regardless, If summer had any hope of finding Salem, she would first need to track down her pawns, but her pawns hide in the shadows, away from the public eyes, moving only when Salem tells them to.

In order to find them, Summer would have needed help from someone who was not only familiar with the dark side of the information network, but also be willing enough to help her locate Salems pawns. She couldn't rely on Qrow since he already had a tough enough time collecting whatever info he could without being noticed in his human form, that and seeing as Qrow and the others still have no idea what had happened to her, clearly tells us that summer really didn't want anymore of her friends and family involved. .

In order to accomplish her mission, Summer needed someone who not only had experience in the dark underbelly of the world of remnant, without drawing suspicion, but also be someone she could trust in helping her accomplish her goal, that someone...could have been Raven!

What if, Summer tracked Raven down and convinced her to help. Growing up along side raven at Beacon academy, summer must have already known that Raven would not agree to helping her without a good enough reason, well, what if Summer gave her a reason, a means to an end, a chance to end the war and be free from Salems threat!. Raven might be hard to talk to but she is clearly someone who is willing to negotiate a deal, IF its in her favor. If raven really did put up a search in trying to keep track of some of Salems followers then Raven would have been the key to completing summers mission.

But why would raven help fight Salem? she wanted nothing to do with her. If summer really did try to recruit raven, she would have sealed the deal in their negotiation by telling raven that she would have no part to play in the fight, just lead up to it. If anyone had a chance of defeating Salem, it was summer, and if they did manage to locate Salem, then the inevitable fight was for Summer to handle alone!. The only question now is, If Raven and Summer really did manage to track Salem down through her pawns, then what would’ve happened after that?

In V7C11, when ruby and the others finally confront Salem (as an apparition), Ruby shows no fear to her as she valiantly proclaims that they do not need to kill her to defeat her and that no matter the challenge, they will stop her.

When Salem hears Rubys words, she is unfazed, why? because, seconds after Rubys courageous speech, Salem drops a bomb of information and explains to Ruby that her words, were words she had heard before, from summer!!.

Its during this scene that we finally receive confirmation to the one thing Ruby and her family had been questioning for years, Summers whereabouts the day she went missing!.... summer.....was with Salem the day she disappeared !!!

up to now, no one was ever able to find and confront salem, but if our theory is correct then, this moment in V7C11 ,confirms to us that summer was successful in her goal. Summer found Salem, she fought against her, and she failed!!

However !, Salem never talks about confronting Raven, but maybe, that's just because raven stuck true to her word with Summer and didn't fight! so then, what did she do?. If raven really did help Summer find salem, then perhaps rather than leave Summer and go back to her tribe using her portal semblance, Raven may have decided that she wanted to see the outcome of the fight and answer the one question she had been thinking of the day she agreed to help summer, ....could summers plan.... really work?...this... was something that Raven had to see. But if Raven really was there, watching Summer fight, then how was it that Raven remained unnoticed by Salem....unless... she was in a form that made her practically invisible. What if the reason salem and her pawns didn't take notice of Raven during their fight with Summer, is because she was hiding in the sidelines, in her bird form!

when summer began her fight, Ravens mind must have begun to flood with thoughts about everything she had heard about Salem; was she powerful!?, was she truly as terrifying as ozpin said she would be!?, could Salem finally be beat!? could this war finally end!? and could the world of remnant finally be freed!?

I can imagine that Raven only ever heard stories about how terrifying Salem was, she had only ever seen just what kind of damage she could do. But if she really was present the day Summer fought Salem, then maybe it was that very day, the day that summer died, that finally made Raven understand just how horrifying going against Salem was, just how terrifying Salem is, and just how hopeless it was to win against her!

The day that she watched her beloved friend summer die, could’ve finally caused Raven to lose her courage and become truly afraid for her life, making her the Raven she is today.

In the RWBY comics issue #2, when Summers disappearance had already become known, we see a young Ruby searching through a memory box filled with things that reminded Ruby of Summer.

Unfortunately, due to Rubys young age at the time of summers disappearance, Ruby has had a hard time remembering what little she could of summer, eventually, Ruby becomes desperate for any information on what kind of person her mother Summer was. Sadly, no one, not even her father Tai, is willing to tell her about summer.

Yang however, is able to to ease rubys curiosity by telling her stories about Summer,

These stories however, are sadly made up by Yangs childish mind, due to her missing Summer just as much as Ruby. Ruby never the less takes the stories seriously and is over joyed by just how much of a hero Summer was. Moment later, however, Ruby tries to share her moment with a black bird in a tree next to her, this black bird is of course revealed to be Raven the moment it talks back to Ruby.

When Raven talks to Ruby, she tells ruby in anger that summer was weak, she was no hero, and she was never as good of a wife, mother or huntress as she was told she was. As Raven continues her cruel words towards Ruby, Raven finishes up by saying that ruby is the same as summer, but not yang, yang is different because she was never truly summers daughter.

These are indeed some heavy words for Raven to blast at a little girl. Originally, some of us believed that Raven said this when she felt insulted for having watched her own daughter Yang favor Summer as a mother rather than her. However, when Raven yells at ruby, she says it in a way that almost makes it seem like she is not talking to a child, but an adult, if so, then who might Raven be talking to as she stares at ruby? Qrow always said that Ruby was a lot like summer, so perhaps when raven saw ruby, all she could see was summer looking back at her. If Raven really was with summer, then perhaps her death caused Raven to spiral into a pit of twisted emotions, resulting in her doing things that could cause others to question her emotional state, such as yelling at a child.

Raven has always been presented as someone who is unable to properly express her emotions, so perhaps at some point or another, summers death might’ve caused Raven to develop a sense of hatred for her in the midst of her grief, why? because, up until the day summer fought salem, Raven still had hope that she could survive the war, but ever since “that” day, that hope Raven had disappeared along with her bravery and willingness to keep fighting.

Then again, this hatred towards summer, could also be a cover for Ravens true feelings. Like I said before, Raven has been presented as the type of person who can’t properly express her emotions towards others, including herself! if so, then how does raven really feel about summer and about herself?

in V5 C14, when yang tells raven that despite her reasoning for everything she had done up to that point, raven has shown yang that she is nothing but a coward who will do anything to run away.

When raven hears this she is greatly angered and tries to put herself in the right by telling yang that she can make choices that others cant and that it was her willingness to make those decisions that has allowed her to face death and come back out alive every time.

This however, does not convince Yang and instead only confirms to her that raven is no longer the strong woman she once was and is instead now someone that makes decisions based solely on her fear of salem.

Yang does not hesitate to tell Raven this and in their final moments, yang tells raven that she is not like her and is willing to face the threat and consequence of salems wrath once she takes the relic of knowledge. When Raven hears this, we see her, for the first time, not defend herself. What's so interesting about raven and yangs final moments is that as yang proclaims her willingness to face danger, Raven physically and emotionally begins to weaken in front of us all!

Of all the things that raven could have done in her final moments with yang, be it fight against yang for the relic, yell at yang once more for not understanding how hopeless the fight against salem really is or even choosing to redeem herself by setting her fears aside and instead choose to side with her daughter to once again fight against salem, we instead watch as Raven cries and utter to yang in a sad voice, ”I'm sorry”, before escaping through one of her portals.

as I re-watched this scene over and over again, I began to realize something, ravens apology... may not have just been towards yang. When yang tells raven the harsh truth about herself its almost as if there was something else eating at her, making Yangs words sting and hurt even more than what we saw. Tai always said that Yang was a lot like Raven, and in those final moments, perhaps Raven saw through yang the version of herself that was still courageous and strong willed, the version of herself that was still devoted to fighting salem and the version of herself that was still part of a team.

As raven watched yang walk towards the relic door, raven may not have just been thinking back to the days that she was still as strong as yang, but the day that she witnessed summer be just as strong as yang and ruby as they all choose to fight salem head on no matter the risk. If raven was thinking about all this and the choices she made up until now, then maybe, just maybe, raven cried for not having tried hard enough to hold onto that same courage, she cried for having given up so quickly and for not having the strength and willingness to set her fears aside and stand alongside summer the day she fought salem. These, I imagine, were Ravens greatest mistakes, this was her greatest regret, but hey, that's just a theory, a RWBY theory.

#rwby #rwby vol 5 #rwby vol 6 #rwby vol 7 #rwby volume 8 #raven branwen #yang xiao long #tai yang xiao long #qrow branwen #summer rose #ruby rose #rwby theory #rwby theories

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 708: Chooser of the Fallen: Part II/III

"I never really thought about it," Cinder stated, "but I must look as pathetic as I did back then. I thought I've come so far, but in the end, I haven't changed at all. I'm a pathetic girl who can't defend herself, still being exploited by my stepmother." Cinder then pulled her left arm out of the long sleeve that covered it, staring at her black arm.

"What happened to it?" Nora asked, causing Cinder to snear at Nora.

"That little red-head." Cinder growled.

"Me?" Nora asked.

"Obvously not." Emerald admonished her.

"Whatever it was she did..." Cinder said, and winced.

"RUBY?!" Nora asked, "Is that what that light was?"

Cinder just looked at the ground, the others not wanting to say anything. Cinder eventually looked up at her. "Her silver eyes."

"Wicked-cool." Nora said with glee.

"Why do we even try?" Emerald nervously asked.

"Because this is my only chance." Cinder said to her.

"She's not wrong." Mercury stated.

"About what?!" Emerald asked.

"The Cinder isn't as bright as when we first met her." Mercury said to her, and turned to Cinder, "And I want to see you like that, again."

"So?," Nora asked, "your step-mother?"

"I was as miserable as a child could be." Cinder distantly stated, "Nothing I did was ever good enough for her, and I did all the work. All the toil and sweat."

"What happened?" Nora asked.

"Whatever she was doing with my sisters..." Cinder voiced, "they didn't come back. Then it was my turn. I didn't know what I was doing, but Salem was almost happy. But, it didn't matter what I did, she was still not actually happy with me. She still couldn't tell me I was doing anything good. She was just less terrible to me. You ask why I'm evil. I ask why wouldn't I be?"

"Well," Nora quickly said to her, "Ren and I didn't have anyone, and we didn't end up evil. That said, without Jaune, I would be more than happy to break your legs."

"Why?!" Emerald desperately asked.

"I think we've done more than enough to them." Mercury stated.

"You just don't have to worry about them breaking your legs." Emerald stated, and Mercury grabbed his legs, crying with false distress,

"My legs! My legs!"

"I could break something else!" Nora said to him.

"Good thing we're your humble prisoners." Cinder voiced.

"but?.." Nora tried to ask.

"But," Cinder stated, "we don't need your forgiveness. The only thing we need is your trust. I'm hoping to prove that our hero murdering is behind us."

"uh-huh?" Nora sarcastically asked, "Is that all?"

"I," Emerald softly voiced, "was by myself. Until Cinder found me."

"A pickpocket." Mercury sneared.

"And?," Cinder asked him, "how happy was your childhood?"

"hm?" Mercury asked and immediately fell into a funk, "He nearly beat me to death, until I beat him to it."

"You killed yourself?" Nora asked, causing Emerald to let out an exascerbated sigh.

"Why are we even trying?!"

"Because we need their trust." Cinder said to Emerald.

"You mean you need his trust." Emerald accusingly said to Cinder, but then immediately regretted it. Mercury just wickedly looked at Cinder to see what she would do. She just looked disappointed at Emerald.

"Well, it's true, isn't it?" Nora asked.

"No," Mercury said, "she's not. You don't know what Cinder means to Emerald." He then looked to Cinder, "And as I said, you don't shine as brightly as you used to."

"Sounds like you need her too." Nora said, "Like an evil family."

Mercury looked down for a moment before sullenly looking up. He looked Nora in the eyes and barely voiced a reply, "I do."

"So?," Nora asked, "you guys never had a chance to not be evil.", and the three looked between each other.

"Does that mean you forgive us?" Emerald asked.

"Oh, no." Nora stated, "I loved Pyrrha. She was my sister, kind of, almost. Like, my entire life, it was me an Renny. And then Jaune and Pyrrha, and I was like SO scared of ruining things, but it didn't matter what I did, they always accepted me. They were always there for me. They always helped me when I needed it the most, and, that was like, a lot."

"Colour me surprised." Emerald stated.

"I'm sure Jaune has a plan." Nora said, "And without that, we wouldn't be talking here."

"Then why are we talking?" Emerald asked, and Nora shrugged.

"Nothing else to do while on watch."

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Yang walked up the stairs to the fourth floor, her mother and father right behind her. "And this is our bedroom." She then turned to keep climbing the stairs.

"Not going to show us in?" Taiyang asked.

"Clearly not." Raven stated, "Is it because you are embarassed of us, or of what you do in there?"

Yang then turned, aggressively pointing at Raven. "What do you know or care about it, huh?"

"I've always cared about you." Raven said to her.

"Funny way of showing it." Yang said, and turned to climb back up the clockwise stairs.

"I did my best to keep you safe." Raven stated.

"Oh, yeah, your one time rule!" Yang shouted, arms in the air without looking back, "Real helpful."

"You wouldn't be standing here if I didn't." Raven replied, and this caused Yang to turn around.

"And we're supposed to be grateful to you for that?" Yang asked. "For the one time you acted like a mother? Do you know how many times Uncle Qrow has saved us?, like a LOT."

"If your fool of a father wasn't on his foolish quest..." Raven stated.

"He's like right here." Yang said to her.

"It..." Taiyang said, and sighed, "did take Summer. And I was trying to just keep everything going, which I kind of failed at."

"You took care of us." Yang said, "Which is a lot more than I could say for Raven."

"I just wish I could have done more." Taiyang said with a sigh. "So much more..."

"That's one of the problems," Raven said to him, "you tried to do too much. You're just one man. I don't know what you thought you could accomplish."

"More than you did." Yang said to her, and Raven paused for thought.

"You might be right."

"She did became the queen of a bandit tribe." Taiyang said.

"Like that's something to be proud of." Yang voiced.

"Do you know how hard it is to keep bandits alive?" Raven asked, "With modern surveillance and military deployment, it's..."

"Wrong." Yang said. "You got too lost in how to do it, you didn't think about WHY. Like, seriously, you kidnapped Weiss."

"How was I supposed to know she was your friend?" Raven asked her.

"Oh?," Yang asked, and turned back up the stairs, "I don't know?!"

"Don't talk to your mother like that." Taiyang admonished her, and Yang turned back around.

"This is between me and..." Yang voiced.

"And who?" Taiyang asked, and Yang angrily turned back around.

"I knew bringing you guys over was a bad idea."

"She just wants to spend time with her husband." Raven voiced.

"No, shit." Yang asked.

"Can't blame her for that."

* * *

Ruby looked out over the edge of the tower, "And you can see like forever from up here!" she shouted.

"It does look fantastic." Qrow said, before turning to the guardhouse, watching Yang step out, Tai and Raven behind her. "Tai." Qrow said to them, "Raven. Firecracker."

"Dad?!" Ruby asked.

"Where did you think I was going to take them?" Yang asked.

"I don't know." Ruby said, and shrugged.

"You guys getting along?" Qrow asked the three.

"About as you'd expect." Taiyang stated. "They're too much alike to forgive each other."

"I'm sorry," Raven stated, "I never asked for forgiveness."

"Doesn't mean you don't want it." Taiyang said to her.

"Your rules are meant to protect you." Qrow said to her, "Doesn't mean you like them."

"She what?" Yang asked.

"And Firecracker," Qrow continued, "is a little pissed that her mommy abandoned her."

"You saying I shouldn't be?" Yang asked.

"I'm saying that when you admit you want to spend time together," Qrow said, "it might actually happen." Yang gave him an uncertain look, where Raven had the same look, but was looking away to try and hide it.

"But, she!.." Yang tried to say.

"Yes, she did." Taiyang stated.

"Look, Firecracker," Qrow said to her, "how much time did you spend worrying about your mother. Well, you know why she spent time away from, and actually wants to get to know you."

Raven nervously looked up, unable to look anyone in their eyes.

"I REALLY don't know how I feel about this," Yang voiced, "but before we do ANYTHING, know that NO ONE TOUCHES MY HAIR."

"Your mother has the same policy." Taiyang stated.

"AND," Yang continued, "I'm like on my honeymoon here, so yeah, that's obviously where I'm going to spend my time. Outside of that, if Raven wants to join in, I guess she can."

"Like I need her persmission..." Raven nervously voiced.

"You do." Qrow said to her, and she gave him a deathly look. "I might be terrible at dealing with people, but I know one thing, they have to want to spend time with you, or else you are just making things worse."

"Before you know it," Taiyang stated, "you'll kiss and make up."

"I highly doubt that." Raven stated.

"Yeah, not going to happen." Yang added, and the two nervously looked at each other.

"I can promise that you two will get spanked if you don't play along." Qrow stated.

"How can you promise that?!" Yang and Taiyang asked at the same time. Raven just gave her daughter a questioning look.

Qrow turned to look out over the parapets. "They are so like each other." he voiced.

#rwby #firen lhain #fauns au #pollinated knight

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good-rwbyaus · 3 years

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Uncle Crow AU - Prologue pt. 1 out of 2. - mod lilac - [ next ]

Description: A month after Summer’s death, Yang is determined to look for her mother and takes a curious Ruby with her through the reputably safe forests of Patch. Meanwhile, Qrow chooses to check in first with Ozpin instead of visiting the girls first. As a result, a near miss turns into a true disaster.

But he can make this right.

He failed to save his teammate. He won’t fail to save her family.

Characters: Qrow, Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, Ozpin, Taiyang

Trigger Warning: Suicide

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How could such a tiny body lose so much blood?

He had to stay calm. Not just for Tai but for the two girls he’s carrying with him.

“Tai. Your daughters are seriously hurt. Ruby especially - she’s hemorrhaging fast. Meet me on the main path to Patch with the medical team. Call Ozpin while you’re at it too. Shit-” The phone that was being held against his mouth fell to the ground, his hands too preoccupied with a red-cloaked bundle that looked far too pale and felt too cold to catch it. Blood dripped from her body impossibly so, more blood lost than even an adult could hold.

Despite all that, she’s still alive. Heart still beating. But for how much longer with that deep wound in her back, he’s not sure. The normally bubbly five year-old was still like stone, her pained motions having stilled after lapsing into unconsciousness. His older niece, on the other hand, was hanging tightly against his neck as he dashed through the forest, ignoring everything but the road he needed to find.

"I’msorry.I’msorry.I’msorry,” Yang mumbled into his back, the hot tears running down onto his back. Probably apologizing about the phone among other things, since she’s been like that since he got to them. The phone was his mistake; he should’ve expected her to drop it. She practically shook with every breath and word she took. She’s hurt. She’s in shock. More importantly, she knew her sister wasn’t in a good way. Even someone as dense as Ironwood could tell.

“Yang, don’t worry about it. You did great. Better than anyone could expect of you. Your dad's gonna bring the cavalry now. Ruby’ll be okay. Don’t worry. She’ll be okay,” Qrow comforted softly as he passed by a familiar trail marker used by Signal Academy. “Just keep hanging in there. We’ll make it, okay? Everything will be alright.”

He needed Yang as calm as she could be too. She’s already broke a few ribs, luckily stable at first glance, but one wrong jostle... No, don’t think about it, Qrow. He just needed to be fast. And careful. But fast.

The wind tossed Qrow’s messy hair, the sweat on his brow completely unrelated to fatigue. Ruby’s only hope now is if he took her to Patch straight away. If he returned home to grab a motorcycle, it might already be too late. He couldn’t leave behind Yang either; after all, a Grimm somehow appeared this close inland. Damn it. If Tai couldn’t meet him halfway...

No. Tai’ll be there. Tai will carry Atlas on his back if his daughters needed him to. It’s all on him to get both of his nieces to where he is. Ruby has to live. Taiyang’s family’s already suffered so much. First, because of his sister....and now with Summer’s death. He won’t let his friend and his nieces suffer anymore. He’ll make sure they won’t lose each other.

“Ruby. Stay with me. Alright?” he whispered.

A flickering petal distracted him from his thoughts, red like the blood that dripped from her body. A semblance. At any other occasion, he would’ve broken out the beer with Tai - a Semblance was a joyous occasion for a Hunter family. But now he couldn’t help but think that if this had been the only way Ruby could unlock her aura, he’d rather her not unlock it all.

However, at this moment, he was still grateful. The mystery of how she could lose so much blood without dying was solved. Her Aura was pushing her body to produce more blood than was typically possible - enough to fill an adult body or two even.

But everything has its cost. Her eyes glanced at her thin limbs, looking a bit more listless and shriveled than before. The ramped production was chewing up her muscles for resources, but...as long as she lived though, though it’d be difficult, she’ll recover her mobility - she’ll be able to do what other kids did. It’ll just take time and effort.

He felt the grip around his neck loosen.

“Both of you. Yang, come on. Stay with me now,” Qrow repeated, acting a lot more confident than he felt. He felt the girl’s grip tighten again. His surroundings blurred as he dashed through the forest, ignoring the branches whipping across his face and arms.

Damn it! He should’ve checked in with Ozpin later. He should’ve headed over to the house first. Maybe he could’ve stopped th-

He shook his head slightly, causing the blonde holding onto him to grip him tighter. Regret’s not going to help Ruby right now. He had to keep running while staunching the bleeding wound in Ruby’s back, all the while not jostling either child. That’s all he knew and could do. It had to be enough.

The greenery that surrounded him turned into a vast clearing, the central road leading to Patch now in full view. Qrow’s eyes caught a precession of vehicles far in the distance along with a familiar mop of blond hair.

“Tai! Over here!”

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A steady beep filled the air, the heartbeat monitor in Yang’s room being the only noise present after Yang cried herself to sleep. The sharp scent of cleaning materials made him scrunch his nose. Minutes passed in silence as the only two adults in the room tried to find something to say.

“So you really did tell the kid the truth about Raven,” Qrow sighed, breaking the quiet. He watched as Taiyang tenderly ran a hand through her sleeping daughter’s hair. Unlike how she was minutes before, Yang was now sleeping quietly in the hospital bed, face streaked with tears but breathing evenly and softly.

The girl’s explanation about how everything came to was heartbreaking. She spoke of how Ruby wanted to come along with her, the younger girl thinking she was going to play, when in reality she was really going to ask people about her birth mom. So she tried to sneak to Signal Academy through the normally peaceful Patch forest. Only to be met with a Beowulf which struck her and shattered her ribs. Ruby, not knowing any better, ran forward to protect her sister...

That was when he found them. A blond-haired girl yelling for help while tossing rocks and desperately cheating death, luring the Grimm away from her already mortally-wounded sister.

Yang thanked him for saving them while simultaneously begging him to make sure his sister was alright - never recognizing that he was the man she called uncle when she was but a toddler. He didn’t want to lie, but who told the cruel truth to a child who was probably holding so much guilt in her. A child who didn’t care about what happened to her - several broken ribs and a broken fibula - but only having sincere, desperate concern about her younger sister.

They were good kids. Not like him who was a good-for-nothing. A failure of an uncle. Never could give his nieces the attention they deserved. Mostly because if they’d gotten truly attached, they’d want him to stick around. And if that happened, bad things would befall them.

They always did. Maybe it already even happened.

His head shook as he saw Taiyanng’s contorted face, who looked like he took a claw to the gut. Shit. Despite his gruff looks, Taiyang’s always been the most sensitive of STRQ. He cared too much about too many things.

“Ugh. Tai. I didn’t mean it like that,” Qrow slapped his friend’s shoulder and then gripped him tightly, “You couldn’t have known something like that would happen. The forests of Patch are supposed to be safe. It was a freak acci-”

“A freak accident that nearly killed both my girls, Qrow!” Taiyang rose his hand to bash the table and stopped himself, watching his daughter sleeping uneasily, face contorted in fear and pain. A rough palm rubbed against the girl’s forehead, the tightness in her brow loosening from the touch.

“And there was nothing you could’ve done different, Tai.” he spoke softly, “Look they have Ruby in the operating room right now. Ozpin’s supervising. The best of Vale are attending to her right now.”

“No alarm bells are going off. No yells of code Blue,” Qrow patted Taiyang’s shoulder, “That can only be a good thing, righ-”

The doors to their room slid open. A harried-looking, young man walked in with white coat and all, slightly crouched over in humility. An apologetic look was on the man’s face. All bad signs.

“Are you Ms. Rose’s family?”

"Yeah, is she alright? Is my little girl alright?” questioned the anxious blond, caught in a pose between trying to respectfully stand while crouching to comfort his sleeping daughter.

The doctor lowered his head and then looked up.

“I’m sorry. I have bad news.”

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#uncle crow au #tw suicide #qrow branwen #yang xiao long #ruby rose #taiyang xiao long #mod lilac #rwby fic #rwby au #rwby

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heroloverangel · 4 years

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View From The Top

Being in his slim form does offer Fatgum some advantages.

You need more butter.

The first time you’d come face-to-face with Fatgum’s slim form, you’d burst into tears out of sheer worry for the man. It had taken him almost an hour to convince you that he was fine, really! It was nothing that couldn’t be fixed with some extra TLC (and KFC); he’d be back to normal in no time! Of course you still had questions. How could you help? Could he still do hero work and other intense activity while he was recovering? What about sex?

And now, years later, you’ve become an unfortunate pro at fattening him back up after an rough mission. Your engagement ring is stored safely in the pocket of your apron as you rush around the large kitchen, shoving yet another cake into one of the three ovens before tapping on your phone to confirm your fourth order to the grocery store in as many hours. You’re going to spend the next week cooking like a mad woman, shoveling as much food as you possibly can into your fiance's eager mouth.

You’re pulling the current round of baked goods out of their ovens and debating on whether to just add bacon to everything you’re about to cook next when the door opens and the man in question ducks inside. Immediately you’re at his side, fussing over his ruined hoodie and the scrapes decorating his torso.

“Honey, I’m okay! Ya know it takes a lot more than that to bring me down!” He grins at you and strolls into the kitchen like someone who hasn’t just lost half of his body weight. “Man, it smells great in here. You did all this work for me?”

“Always. How are you feeling?” You slip your ring back on and untie your apron, waiting for him to finish devouring a banana cream pie in only four bites. Taishiro flashes you a thumbs up, then freezes when he gets a good look at the tight, low-cut sweater you’re wearing. You may have had an ulterior motive behind your wardrobe choices.

Fatgum swallows the food and licks his lips. “Sweetheart…” he trails off, shrugging off the remnants of his destroyed shirt. Before you can respond he’s in front of you and you’re hoisted up over his shoulder. It takes all your effort to hide your laughter, thankful once again for the high ceilings in your home and he carries you back to the bedroom like a sack of flour. He deposits you on the mattress with surprising care and kisses you until your lungs begin to hurt for air.

There are some things that never change about Fatgum, regardless of his weight. He’s still so warmly confident towards anything he faces. He’s still ridiculously tall and strong. He’s still hungry; his appetite is just a little more specific at the moment. You love him no matter how he looks, but there are certain things that are safer for you in his muscular form, and he never misses the opportunity to take advantage of these times. It’s wonderfully vanilla, but Fatgum loves nothing more than plain old missionary when he gets the chance to be on top.

He’s wasting no time today, easily stripping off your clothes in record time and caging your naked body underneath him to cover your face in kisses. He gropes at your chest, easily fitting your breast in one hand and squeezing your soft skin to feel your nipple harden against his palm. You always feel so small with him, completely enveloped by his sheer size and all the enthusiasm he brings with it. You should feel overwhelmed by it, helpless even; but instead you bask in the knowledge that all of it, all of him, is devoted to loving you.

“I’ve been waitin’ for this all day, sugar,” Taishiro murmurs against your ear and you shiver at the touch of his breath. “You got any idea how hard it is to win a fight like this when all I can think about is gettin’ back here?” His lips press against your throat, sucking a red mark into your neck and earning a needy little whine from you. He moves down your body; even in his haste to fuck you, he still takes proper time to suck and tease at your breasts.

“Taiiii,” you groan impatiently, squirming under him and he laughs into your chest. With your nipples rock hard and almost painfully sensitive, he finally continues his trail downwards. His breath is so warm on your stomach as he leaves kisses in his wake and his large hands slip around your thighs to urge them open. You don’t need the encouragement; you’re already very familiar with what that mouth can do.

You find yourself eagerly yanked lower on the bed, Fatgum pulling your legs over his wide shoulders for the best view. “That’s my sweet girl,” he groans, fingers spreading your folds apart to enjoy how wet you’ve gotten with so little work. His tongue is on you without another word, licking a messy stripe up your pussy to lap at your clit and your mind goes blissfully blank. “You taste even better than your cooking, cupcake.” You groan at the compliment, trailing off into a shuddering gasp as he begins to eat you out with enthusiasm. Your ears fill with the very wet sounds of him running his tongue over you, wriggling inside your cunt while his fingers rub teasingly at your clit. He’s got you crying out his name within minutes, gushing your juices into his waiting mouth as you grip the sheets for dear life.

“I really got me the best girl in the world, don’t I?” His words are interrupted with a noisy slurp before he leans back to catch his breath. You run a hand through his blond hair, pant out some half-thought words that you’re just as lucky and are immediately distracted again by that wonderful mouth. You forget how to breathe as he presses closer, trying to push his tongue even deeper into your pussy. Your thighs squeeze uselessly around his head, doing nothing to muffle the noises of pure delight coming from him. It’s impossible to see with your eyes rolled back, but you can practically feel him grinning against your skin.

Your knuckles are turning white and you wonder for a moment if your nails are tearing holes into your nice sheets, but you can’t focus on such an unnecessary thought for long. “Fuck, Tai. You feel so good,” you whimper, barely audible over the wet noises coming from below. “You always get me so worked up, baby.” A shudder runs down your spin and you feel you’re about to come again. He can tell, from the way you squirm and gasp and clench around him, but he doesn’t back off. Taishiro doubles his efforts to please you, tongue fucking you without rest for what feels like an eternity. You don’t know how many orgasms he forces out of your body; you can hardly remember your own name by the time he releases you to admire his efforts.

“I, uh, maybe overdid it, huh?” Fatgum offers a sheepish laugh at the sight of you. You’re shaking, sweat pouring off of you as you struggle to catch your breath; your clit is throbbing almost painfully from his touches and your cunt feels so drenched you’d be surprised if you weren’t staining the sheets. “You okay down there, sweetie?”

“Peachy,” you gasp out half-jokingly. “Just gimme a minute here. Fuck…”

Your fiance stretches, so tall he still has to remain slightly curled up to keep your faces level as he settles above you. He waits for you to calm down, leaving kisses all over your neck and lips and you’re extremely aware how soaked his face is from you. The two of you have done this far too many times for it to embarrass you, but you still feel heat rising to your cheeks when you’re reminded how good he makes you feel and how much he loves doing it.

Eventually you manage to get your body under control and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. “Com on big guy, let’s take care of you.” Taishiro nods happily, reaching between your bodies to position himself. Even in his skinnier form his dick is huge; only losing a bit of girth from his normal size, he’s definitely big enough to hurt you if he didn’t spend so much time preparing you to take him. He moves slow, giving your much smaller body time to adjust to the thick head of his cock spreading you open inch by inch.

“I got ya, honeybun,” he coos in your ear, brushing your increasingly messy hair out of your eyes. “Nice an’ easy, you’re doin’ so good.” He slips halfway into you and finally starts thrusting, keeping his eyes on yours to see how you feel. You pull him down for a kiss, hiding your moan as he slides deeper with his movements and offering him a sweet little smile of encouragement. “Y’know it’s nice when I get to be on top, lets me do all the work and take care of ya, and all you gotta do is lie there for me,” he huffs, working himself further into your willing cunt until, after several careful minutes of work, he manages to bottom out.

You’re in total bliss, you’ll never get tired of the sensation of being completely stretched and filled like this as long as you live. He pulls out and back in a few times for confirmation before his pace increases. “That’s it, baby. You’re so good to me,” you pant, taking advantage of the rare opportunity to wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. He keeps his hands on the bed to brace himself above you, if only to avoid crushing you with his huge size, but his mouth more than makes up for the lack of contact. You’re being kissed nonstop, only separating to breathe or offer half-formed compliments about how good all of it feels. One noticeably deep thrust forces the air out of your lungs and leaves you gasping for more. “Right there, love. Really- ah! I wanna feel it nice and hard…”

“You sure about that?” He grunts, reaching your hip and pulling you up just a bit to hit a spot he knows drives you crazy. Your eyes snap shut in response, chest heaving with effort.

“I don’t want to walk tomorrow,” you confirm, only half serious but it’s all the approval he needs to slam forward like a battering ram and you see stars. “T-Taishiro, just like that, love you so much...” the words spill mindlessly out of your mouth as you’re completely lost in his attention.

He’s right there with you, desperately close after hours of waiting to feel you wrapped around his dick like this. “Ah honey, me too.” One massive hand comes up to cup your cheek, your eyes meeting his with a look of complete happiness. “Hell, I’m gonna…” he trails off, choking out a rough moan of your name and you can feel the sudden, warm flood of him coming hard inside you, overflowing out of your stuffed pussy and running down your spread thighs. He keeps up a determined effort to maintain his rhythm for you, releasing your face to drag his fingers down your body. He only needs to stroke your sensitive clit for a few seconds before you join him, clamping down hard on his cock and holding on to his strong arms like your life depends on it.

Fatgum lets you wear yourself out, waiting for your shivering to subside before he pulls out of you. The sheets are an absolute mess, rumpled and stained from both of your release, but he’ll deal with that later. With a heavy thud he flops down on the mattress beside you, sharing a laugh while you recover. “Man, I gotta get my ass kicked more often,” he jokes. “That view from the top is incredible!”

“Noooo,” you protest weakly, slapping a sweaty hand against his chest. You lay there in comfortable silence for a minute, wearing matching grins and enjoying the peace until his stomach starts growling.

“You want anything while I’m up?” He’s already moving, hopping out of bed to wrap a robe around himself.

You shake your head, bones feeling like lead. “Gonna need some time here, you go ahead.” He shoots you a thumbs up and disappears into the kitchen, returning minutes later with half of a cake and a bottle of water for you. You accept it gratefully, sitting up and looking at the disaster that is your bed. “Guess I should get some laundry started.”

Taishiro smirks at you. “It can wait,” he wipes his mouth, setting his food safely out of the way on the dresser. “ ‘Cause as soon as you’re ready, we’re gonna make good on that promise about you not walkin’ tomorrow.”

You’re going to have a very busy, exhausting week until he gets himself back to normal.

#lemon #bnha x reader #fatgum x reader

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kinda-iconic · 4 years

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Goodbye, my Friend

Author’s Note: So, here it is... the fic that has had me in literal tears. I have loved writing this, truly I have, though I have to admit that it resurfaced a few sad things in its wake. I tried to make Amy’s reaction as realistic as possible, so I incorporated my own experiences with grief, as well as the feelings and thoughts that come along with it. I won’t lie, I was heavily inspired by Kamilah’s speech at Jax’s/Lily’s memorial, as it hit home with me; pain really is the price of love.

Summary: After the final battle with Rheya, the group try to come to terms with the loss of a good friend.

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Amy sits on the couch, the events of the past few hours replaying in her mind like a broken record on repeat. Everything she felt in that moment started to come back to her; the anger, the fear...

The pain.

I love you, Amy. You were the best...best friend...I’ve ever had.

Lily’s final words, permanently etched in her mind like they had been carved into wood, a painful reminder of a sacrifice that they should never have had to make. Her eyes remain fixated on her surroundings, her ears drowning out everything around her, including that of a familar voice, trying to lull her from her trance-like state.

‘Amy?’

Adrian takes a seat beside her, his eyes laden with empathy as they befall her. He places his hand atop of hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. He hesitates slightly, as if waiting for her to respond, but is met with nothing.

‘A…Amy?’

There is no response; she continues to stare forlornly at the coffee table, her cheeks blotchy and tear-stained. She remains like that for a moment before reaching up, wiping at the tears that threaten to fall, but it isn’t long before she pulls her hand away, noting the ash that has stuck to her wrist like glue. Her eyes widen as she catches sight of it, the remains of that night clinging to her skin, mixed with the dry remnants of blood and dirt. Her hands begin to tremble; Adrian is quick to notice, his brows narrowing in concern as he watches her. He sighs defeatedly, moving his hand to rest upon her waist; he pulls her closer to his side, his arm constricting around her, as if he’s trying desperately to reassure her of his presence.

‘I know that I cannot offer you a lot of comfort right now, but I…’ he reaches up, cupping her cheek with his palm, his fingers entangling in her hair, ‘I’m sorry, Amy.’ He looks into her eyes, his own glistening with tears. ‘I’m so, so sorry.’

She starts to cry once more, her muffled sob escaping with a sorrowful gasp, her trembling hands burying themselves in her jumper as she folds her arms, trying with all of her might to quell her body from shaking as she weeps. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close to his chest as she cries into his shoulder.

‘She was…’ she sniffles, her breath hitching in her throat, ‘she was…my…’

‘I know.’

He pulls her further into his embrace, cradling her head as she tilts it downwards, nestling her face into his chest. He presses a hasty kiss to her forehead, tucking her hair behind her ear as she continues to sob, fresh tears falling onto his shirt.

‘Why did she… why did she have to…’

‘She did what she did to protect you,’ he runs his hand down her back, drawing soothing circles into the fabric, ‘to keep you safe.’

‘It… it should have been me.’

‘Don’t say that,’ he replies with urgency, his voice stern yet sympathetic, ‘don’t ever say that.’

She looks up at him, dabbing at the corner of her eyes with her sleeves.

‘But it’s true,’ she rests her head on his shoulder, blubbing softly, ‘I was the only one that could defeat Rheya, and yet I…’ she sniffles once more, ‘I let Dracula distract me from defeating her.’ Her breath catches, and she soon finds herself staring at her hands, ‘if it wasn’t for me, then she wouldn’t be-’

‘Dead.’

Amy closes her eyes, silent tears trickling down her face.

‘I miss her, Adrian,’ she inhales sharply, sitting forward; she hides her face in her hands, shielding herself from the reality of what happened, ‘I miss her so damn much…’

‘We all do,’ he runs a gentle hand through her hair, his voice calming and delicate, ‘Lily was a good friend to all of us.’ He sighs despondently, taking her hand in his own, ‘what she did, it was…’

‘Heroic.’

Kamilah stands in the entryway, her manicured hand clutching onto a glass of red wine. She slowly approaches the pair, her expression solemn; she takes a seat on the arm of a chair, gesturing at Amy with her glass.

‘I said the same about you once,’ she glances down at her lap, exhaling slowly, ‘when you sacrificed yourself for us.’

Amy smiles sadly at her, but it fades away as quickly as it came.

‘Yeah… and I didn’t really make much of a difference there, did I?’

‘You made all the difference,’ Adrian nudges her slightly, ‘you freed the city from Gaius’ control; you saved all of us.’

‘Did I?’ She turns to Adrian with suddenness, her eyes welling with tears, ‘five of us entered that Opera House, Adrian; five of us entered and only four…’ she gasps, her words catching in her throat. She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice no louder than a whisper.

‘O…only four…’

Her bottom lip begins to quiver; she brings her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around them. She shuffles along the couch, falling onto Adrian’s lap, her head resting on his knee.

‘Hey,’ he whispers softly to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, ‘it’s alright.’ His hand inches under the material of her top, rubbing her back to soothe her. ‘I know it might not feel like it now, but…you’ll be okay. It will get easier in time, I-’

‘Everyone says that,’ Kamilah and Adrian share a knowing look before turning their attention back to Amy; she remains motionless, her voice quiet and laden with sorrow. She continues to stare at the table, the waterfall of tears subsiding for only a moment. ‘But it never does; not really.’

‘Amy…’

‘You know it’s true.’ She sniffles, discarding her tears with the pad of her thumb. ‘It’s practically in the manual on how you deal with grief,’ she stumbles on her words slightly, taking a sharp inhale of breath, ‘people tell you that time heals all wounds and that…that you’ll move on as time goes by, but…’ she sits upright, meeting Adrian’s gaze, ‘I don’t want to move on, Adrian. I don’t want to forget her.’

‘You don’t have to forget someone in order to move forward, Amy,’ he smiles sadly at her, squeezing her shoulder in comfort, ‘most of the time, it is the memory of that person, and their impact on our lives, that keeps us going.’

‘But what if I do?’ she looks up at him, her brown doe-like eyes meeting his own, ‘she was such an important person in my life…’ she sighs, running an exhausted hand through her hair. ‘How could I possibly move on from this.’

‘You can’t.’

Kamilah places her glass down on the end table, her once stoic expression replaced with one of conflict as she makes her way over to her. She sits on the armrest of the couch, placing a gentle hand on Amy’s shoulder.

‘Lily meant a lot to you; she was your best friend. It simply isn’t possible to move on from someone that was that dear to you.’

‘Then why do…’ she whimpers, trying to regain her composure, ‘why do people say that?’

‘Because we hate to see those we care about in pain,’ she looks over at Adrian, who smiles sadly at her in return, ‘even if we know that what we’re saying isn’t entirely true.’

‘But wouldn’t that be worse?’ Amy glances up at Adrian, her eyes laden with vulnerability; he runs a gentle hand through her hair, resting his palm at the nape of her neck. ‘Isn’t it better to tell the truth? To be honest?’

‘Not if it’s at the expense of others,’ he kisses the top of her head, ‘sometimes it is better to be kind, even if that means you disregard what is right.’

She studies her hands for a moment, her mind lost in thought. When she speaks, her voice is soft and quiet, barely audible to the ear.

‘I…I guess that makes sense.’

He drapes his arm around her, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

‘Whatever you need of me, whether it’s words of comfort, or a shoulder that you…’ he stops himself, noting the strain that her grief has had on her, ‘I am here for you, Amy; always.’

She chuckles nervously, brushing the tears from her cheeks.

‘Thank you,’ she smiles; her head falls onto his arm, her delicate hands clasping onto his sleeve; ‘that… that means a lot.’

He moves her hair behind her shoulders, gently removing the strands that are stuck to her cheeks.

‘Anytime.’

Kamilah sighs; she gets to her feet, flattening out the creases in her blouse.

‘I should check on Jax… it’s getting late, and I want to make sure that he’s alright.’

‘How is he? He left very quickly after Rheya, and...’ Amy’s breath hitches at the mention of her name, ‘and you were the only one that managed to speak to him.’

Kamilah sighs, glancing down at her hands.

‘Jax and Lily were close; not as close as you were to her, but... they spent so much time working together in the Shadow Den. She was his right hand for over a year, so...’ she exhales sharply, shaking her head as if to rid herself of a bad memory, ‘losing another close friend so soon after Takeshi...’

She takes a moment to compose herself before continuing.

‘He needs us in his corner, and after everything Lily did for Jax’s clan, I... I should give them my condolences.’

‘Lily meant a lot to you too,’ Amy smiles sadly up at her, ‘please don’t focus on everyone else’s grief and forget your own…’

‘I’ve lived for two millennia, Amy; grief isn’t a new concept to me.’

‘But it can still hurt, right? Just as much as it did the first time you lost someone…’

She responds with a curt nod.

‘Of course,’ she gestures to Adrian, ‘just because Adrian has been around for nearly three centuries, it doesn’t mean that the grief he felt when you…’ she pauses for a moment, noticing the anguish in his eyes as she recounts the night Amy lost her mortality; she clears her throat, looking down at the floor. ‘I’m sorry, Adrian, I…I didn’t mean to cause you-’

‘It’s fine,’ he interjects, waving his hand dismissively; he turns his attention to Amy, taking her hands in his own, ‘what Kamilah is trying to say is that…’ he rubs his forehead, fixating his gaze on their joined hands, ‘just because someone has lived a long life, it doesn’t mean that the pain of loss doesn’t affect them. When you died, I…the heartache I felt was all too real. I felt the same pain when I lost Celia all those years ago. When I… when I lost my family.’ He smiles at her, faintly squeezing her hand. ‘Grief may not be new to us, but it doesn’t mean that it hurts us any less.’

She looks up at Kamilah, her sorrowful eyes regarding her in admiration.

‘Can you make sure that Jax isn’t on his own tonight?’ She sits a little straighter, ‘they may have joked about one another daily, but she was a good friend to him.’

‘Definitely,’ she tips her head in acknowledgement, ‘I’ll make sure to help out wherever I can; Jax has always been a ‘busy body’. I’ll ensure that he’s got something to keep him occupied.’

‘Thank you…’

She nods, turning her attention back to Adrian.

‘Are you heading back to your penthouse?’

‘I don’t know yet,’ he looks down at Amy, pressing a tender kiss to her temple, ‘I’d like to stay with you, if that’s alright.’

‘Really? You’d do that for me?’

‘Of course I would,’ he kisses the top of her head, his hand gently caressing her cheek, ‘I’d do anything for you, Amy… and if I’m honest…’ he wipes at the remaining tears with his thumbs, ‘I have a feeling that you don’t want to be on your own tonight.’

She nods, nestling her face into his chest. His arms constrict around her, pulling her into his embrace.

‘Are you happy to stay here? Or did you want-’

‘Can we go to yours?’ She sniffles, releasing a sharp breath, ‘I…I don’t think I can stay here tonight.’

‘Of course,’ he smiles at her with adoration, leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose, ‘do you want any help packing an overnight bag?’

She shakes her head.

‘I think I’ll be okay,’ she stands up, straightening her jacket, ‘but thank you for offering.’ She glances back at Kamilah, her sweet smile returning, ‘thank you, Kamilah… for everything you said…’

‘I’m glad I could help,’ she retrieves the glass from the side, downing the wine in a couple of gulps before turning back to face the others, ‘I’m always here for you in the case that you need words of encouragement,’ she tilts her head subtly in Adrian’s direction. ‘But if you want a hug or anything…mushy, I’d say that’s Adrian’s department.’

He chuckles softly, running a hand through his hair.

‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’

‘Please do.’

Amy starts to make her way to her bedroom, her footsteps light and delicate. She goes to pass Adrian, but before she has the chance, he grabs onto her hand, causing her to pause.

‘Adrian?’

He raises her hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss to her knuckles.

‘Pack enough for a few days. We can always come back for more.’

She smiles bashfully, regarding him for a moment before heading down the corridor. At the sound of her door closing, Adrian turns to Kamilah, his expression one of concern.

‘Amy can stay at mine until she is ready to come home.’

‘And what if she doesn’t want to come back?’ She folds her arms across her chest, ‘she shared this apartment with Lily. Whose to say that she’ll want to continue living here? Besides… apartments in New York can be expensive. Living on her own? It could just about bankrupt her.’

‘Well I’ll just have to ask her what she wants to do.’

‘Does she even have an option?’ She takes her glass over to the kitchen, placing it in the dishwasher. ‘This place will probably cost her most of her salary.’

‘I can help with that,’ he reaches into his jacket, retrieving his car keys, ‘I’ll cover her rent until she decides what she wants to do.’

‘You’d pay for her to live here?’ She looks at him quizzically, ‘you do realise that these apartments aren’t cheap, right? It’s cheaper than most, but it’s still rather pricey.’

‘Are you forgetting that I’m the CEO of a very profitable company?’

‘And you’d pay for everything? Her rent? The bills...’

He nods. She cracks a smile, chuckling to herself.

‘You’re smitten with her.’

He shrugs, reaching up to adjust his tie.

‘Can you blame me?’

‘I guess not.’

The pair remain in silence for a moment before Adrian speaks, his words tainted with a mixture of mischief and sincerity.

‘That reminds me…’ he stands abruptly, putting on his suit jacket, ‘I need to give her a raise.’

‘Just for being your girlfriend?’

‘No,’ he chuckles softly, ‘for all of the hard work she’s been doing.’ He checks his watch, patting his pockets as if to check that everything is there. ‘That being said…’

‘You’re insufferable.’

He smiles mischievously at her, ‘it’s taken you over two centuries to figure that out?’

‘I think I knew that from day one…pretty boy.’

‘Hey!’

She shakes her head, an amused laugh escaping her.

‘I’m going to call Jax; let him know that I’m stopping by.’

‘Tell him that we’re here for him.’ He walks with her to the door, his hands casually buried in his pockets. ‘Lily meant a lot to all of us, but this…I guess it’s hit Jax and Amy most of all.’

‘I have to agree,’ she opens the door, making a passing comment over her shoulder, ‘Lily had her moments, but I was rather fond of her. It feels strange to admit, but… I think I’m going to miss her trying to coax me into playing video games.’ She exits the apartment, spinning on her heel to face him, ‘though I don’t think that will stop Amy from asking.’

‘Knowing Amy, she’ll definitely keep that tradition alive.’

‘Well I hope she does,’ she narrows her brows in suspicion, ‘but don’t encourage her.’

A hearty laugh escapes him. He holds up his hands in surrender.

‘I won’t, but I can’t make any promises that the idea won’t accidentally ‘slip’ out.’

‘I should have expected that from you.’

He smiles at her in gratitude; he clears his throat, taking a careful step towards her.

‘Thank you…for what you said to Amy, I…’

She holds up a hand to silence him.

‘There’s no need to thank me, brother; our little Bloodkeeper needed comfort. I only did what any good friend would do.’

‘As you have done for me all these years,’ he lowers his gaze to the floor, his voice taking a sincere tone, ‘I… I honestly don’t know what I’d have done without you, Kamilah.’

‘Don’t get soppy on me, Raines; save the mushiness for your girlfriend,’ she places a comforting hand on his arm, ‘and look after her. She needs you more than ever right now.’

He nods.

‘That’s a promise.’

#choices: stories you play #playchoices #choices bb #bloodbound #adrian raines #adrian x mc #lily spencer #choices fanfic

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divinecuriosity · 3 years

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4 8 9 12 16 20 for aelia owo

4. Of the other members of the party, which of them would you have chosen to play if all the options were premade and laid out in front of you? HMM probably I feel like Alunda? Or Cerise, clerics and wizards are so fun. Cerise’s backstory is SO close to the character idea I almost went with for this campaign too

8. What’s one weird personal headcanon you have for the character that’s not addressed or that you haven’t found a way to share yet? Oh hmmm, I think 1) her glasses are absolutely fake her eyesight is fine she just wears them for the aesthetic. But also I don’t think I’ve put enough stress on how Big Aelia is like I think I said she’s the tallest but she’s also. 20 strength just incredibly muscular I need to get a commission of how I imagine her. absolutely built. OH also I think her eyes turn black when she casts Shadow Blade uwu don't worry about it

9. What are your character’s relationships like with every member of their party? Bonus, if you want to write a short blurb on your character’s opinion of them.

Hehehe so I literally keep track of how Aelia feels about the party in my notes pretty extensively, I’ll copy over some highlights, everyone has about 3-4 like, bonds where I try and give myself something to go off in terms of roleplaying interactions with that character:

Cerise: I hope she can provide the protection I desire. Cerise is just as haunted as I am, I will guide her as best I can.

Tai: Tai is a well of joy, I will do my best not to drain him. Tai may change, but I will not let my faith in him waver.

Vigil: Vigil knows the horrors of this world, I will gain their trust and learn what I can from them. Vigil puts themself in harms way for our sakes, I will not let them suffer for nothing

Sylreth: Sylreth hasn’t abandoned us yet, I will ensure he gains something from our quest. Sylreth’s bitterness is not genuine dislike, I can trust him not to stab me in the back.

Alunda: Alunda is a scholar, I have to prove myself worthy of her time. Alunda has faced tragedy I couldn’t imagine, I will look to her if my family is truly gone. Alunda is happy to be back in the islands, I will make sure this trip stays a good one.

12. How has your character changed in response to their party members? Are these changes significant or small?

I feel like Aelia hasn’t changed too significantly, besides just like, I had very little idea of what she was like at the start of the campaign and now I feel like I have a grasp on her personality? I do think starting this adventure was the wake-up call she really needed and the major recent change has just been her complete recklessness at some points, which I feel is spurred by like, her realizing a) She is pretty fucking badass and it hasn’t killed her yet and b) sort of like, desperately throwing herself up against every obstacle in the hopes that she’ll learn something or make some progress (whether with the quest or like, personally) and c) fucking to keep Tai and Syl from being KILLED by everything instantly.

16. What jokes/memes do you have about your character? Are there any jokes that accidentally became canon in the universe? All I can think of is I set her gender on dndbeyond to “none gender left boob” which bc I am the player I get to say is true. big tiddy sword gf (in a nonbinary way). Also the joke we keep making about Aelia never getting a quiet nights sleep because Tai’s always having some magic shit lol

20. How did you think your character would die when you started the campaign? How do you think they’ll die now? If they’re already dead, substitute that in for the second answer.

At the start of the campaign I figured I would play Aelia pretty safe? I don’t think I had a clear picture of what would happen in that situation because I didn’t have a good sense of her as a character yet. But pretty quickly as I figured out her backstory more and as I got comfortable playing her I can picture her just pushing herself to the limit in order to save the rest of the party, or like, running into a fight she is unprepared for. Also wouldn’t be totally shocked if she somehow got like, tricked or charmed or something at some point into a trap, her wisdom is not great & even if she figured out she was being mislead I think she might be like, I can handle this and outsmart them, but probably couldn’t. Also, if she does die and come back I will probably heavily consider a class change if Renee okays it.

#rory talks #aelia

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Rosebud prep 11

They say time heals all wounds. Ruby wasn’t sure how much truth was in that saying but right now she could be swayed to believe that achievement should go to love. It’s only been several hours and yet being Jaune’s arms as they sat in her old house enjoying the company of her family has done so much for her than anything else she’s done all year. That being said, listening to other’s talk and smile was more to her liking than actually talking. Everyone understood though. The fact that Ruby wasn’t passed out from emotional exhaustion was pretty impressive to say the least.

Periodically the reapers arms would tighten around Jaune’s waist like if she was worried he’d fade away. Her head laid comfortably on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It was calm and soothing. ‘I had forgotten how nice this was. His arms.....his scent....’ A tiny of red came across her face as she eased into him a little more. The display of affection didn’t go unnoticed.

Yang:Uh oh, someone is falling in love all over again. I haven’t seen that look in Ruby’s eyes since you both started getting serious.

Jaune:*blushing* Yang! You’re dad is the room!

Tai:I’ve walked in on both of my girls in awkward situations unfortunately. Words don’t shock me anymore.

Yang:You should’ve learned to knock.

Tai:It’s my house! Excuse me for not expecting my respectful daughters to sneak people into it while I’m not looking.

Yang:If it makes you feel better you got me back a few months ago.

Ruby:What happened a few months ago?

Yang:I went to visit dad and casually walked through the front door to see him and mom were....catching up.

Tai:Once again, it’s my house. You should’ve been the walk knocking or text first.

Ruby:The two of you are back together.

Tai:*Rubs head* Well....we’re talking again.

Yang:*mumbling* I didn’t see much talking.

Tai:Yang!

Weiss:Still doing better than me. Neptune might have gotten is act together but work tends to take most of my time.

Blake:If I can take time away for my organization to get married and have a honeymoon, then you can have one day off.

Ruby:She’s right. Spend time with him when you can. You could’ve invited him here with you.

Weiss:Ha! Ruby, time hasn’t given him the ability to read the room yet. He’s a sweetheart but wasn’t risking him saying something that’s still a touchy subject like-

Ruby:*raising eyebrow* I was wondering if you were gonna catch yourself or slip up.

Weiss:I’ve spent too much time around him.

Yang:Ooooo, anything worth noting?

Nora:You’re the only person here not married Weiss. How’d that happen!?

Ren:Time is ticking.

Weiss:Ticking!? I’m only twenty five!!!! I don’t feel the need to nose dive into love like everyone else.

Blake:Hey when you know, you know. Haven’t even been married a month yet and I know it’s the best decision I’ve made with Yang.

Yang:Awwwww

Everyone:Eeeeeeeewwwwwww

Yang:WOW!!! I can understand Weiss be really, my married friends and father?

Jaune:Being married has nothing to do with it. You two have been doing the mushy thing for years and we’ve always cringed.

Ruby:*giggling*

Yang:Y’all are haters.

RNJR:We’re married.

Tai:And you I’m definitely not hating.

Yang folds her arms and turns her head away from the teasing to pout. It was her plan to stay like that for a good minute until her attention was drawn to the window. What used to be the orange glow of a sunset turned into a sky with stars.

Yang:Holy crap it’s night already!?

Blake:What!? we still need to unpack and there’s people expecting me tomorrow!

Nora:Pfft, how did you let time get away from you like that. Very irresponsible of you two.

Ren:Nora, we have to be back at the orphanage by daybreak tomorrow....

Nora:...........Weiss can you give all of us a ride please?

Weiss:Don’t know. I’m twenty five and apparently getting up there in years.

Nora:Weiss I am older than you! Take a joke please!? Children’s lives are on the line!

No one had payed attention to those words too hard. Except for Jaune of course. He looked down to see Ruby staring up at him . They both caught a little sting from Nora’s words but knew it unintentional. It was not worth bringing it to everyone’s attention that they stepped on the land mine that they desperately tried to avoid.

Weiss:I suppose since I have to go soon anyways that I can give you freeloaders a ride. The more I think about it, maybe I am getting old. My back is really starting to hurt helping you guys.

Yang:Oh here we go.

Weiss:I’m just saying. *opens door* You all never fall when I’m by your side. I could make a list from our time at Beacon and it would still be impressive. Top of that list, saved you from a train crash. You’re lucky I’m talking about Beacon days because I could put that on list twice.

Jaune:I saved your life before.

Weiss:I know, I’m grateful everyday. Would you and Ruby also like a ride home? I’d be more than happy too.*smiles*

Yang:Someone is playing favorites.

Blake:Jaune and Ruby are all of our favorites.

Yang:.....Yeah, yeah you’re right. Weiss is still petty though.

Weiss:All who asked for a ride had ten seconds to get in the airships before I change my mind.

Nora grabs Ren’s hand while Yang too Blake’s. They weren’t about to test that bluff and were in the ship with eight seconds to spare.

Ruby and Jaune still sat on the couch however. Going home finally sounded nice in concept, but there was a slight problem. From the way Ruby felt Jaune grip her hand firmly with worry, it was obvious they were thinking about the same thing. She reached for his face and gave him a gentle smile.

Ruby:We can stay here a little longer if you need to. Yang told me the reason you left. All the reasons.

Weiss:All...the reasons?

Jaune:Yeah. Dustin’s room.

Weiss:*bites lip* Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t-

Jaune:It’s okay. Sigh... I’ve been here for some time now. I like to believe I’ve made a bit of progress here but I’ve been informed that recently I’ve been spinning my wheels.

Ruby:What!? Dad!

Tai:N..now hear me out. I told him a change of scenery was nice but he still wasn’t really doing anything. You both are more than welcome to stay longer. Just don’t get stuck wallowing. Try and do things.

Jaune:Yeah I could’ve paraphrased better.

Ruby:So what do you wanna do. You’re the one who needed space. I won’t go back if you aren’t ready to.

.......

Jaune:*interlocks fingers* Through a lot of points in my life I found myself coming to a stand stil when life threw its worst at me; Then like clockwork, you walk by me and I can’t help but feel inspired and chase after you. I always was surprised that I managed to keep up. Then I realized, you were never gonna leave me in dust; any of us. You walked just enough ahead to show us it was possible to keep going but looked back in case you had to slow down.

Ruby:*smiles* Nah, I never looked back. More often than not everyone was beside me. You all were only one step away when you weren’t. I knew you guys could keep up.

Jaune:Then why start changing things now. I’ll take the steps towards home with you.

How could he be so talented at moving her. This is the second time today she’s tried to support him and then he pulls a roll reversal and inspires her. Maybe that was the key to their victories? It was obvious when she thought about it. They always called each other a team unlike any other but Ruby was surprised how deep that actually ran. It was hard not to feel a little invisible around him.

Ruby leaned in to kiss his cheek before standing up and guiding him towards the door. Weiss was proud of the two and even gave a slight bow as they exited the house. She waved to Tai and almost closed the before he walked outside as well and gave Ruby a surprise hug that made her laugh. He carefully looked at Jaune and shifted his eyes towards the ship. It took a minute before Jaune got the message that Tai wanted a quick chat. A wink and a nod then the blonde boy continued to walk with Weiss.

Tai:I’m so proud of you.

Ruby:Me too. About you and Raven I mean. That’s nuts.

Tai:Should I be offended by that?

Ruby:You know what I mean. It’s just unexpected but I’ve been gone awhile. Things are bound to happen.

Tai:It was us working to help you that made it all possible.

Ruby:Then I guess....it wasn’t a total loss. I’m glad.

Tai:Believe me, I got a feeling from all this you’ll gain something beyond belief. The world works in mysterious ways. If you look closely then you can see them.

Ruby:Why do I have a feeling this isn’t only a comfort talk?

Tai:I didn’t want to say anything since Yang did not bring it up but she’s also been having trouble and really wants the chance to talk to you about it. Her and Blake have been talking for a long time, way before the incident about-

Ruby:Kids. They’ve thought about kids. And between what happened with Dustin and with how I am now....

Tai:She’s scared. Not only about a potential attack but hurting you too. We both know that’s the last thing Yang ever wants to do.

Ruby:.....Heavy stuff. Didn’t realize how much this affected her.

Tai:Don’t bring it up if you’re not ready to have that conversation but I thought you should know.

Ruby:Thanks dad.

Tai:Safe journey home. *kisses forehead*

xxxx

The flight home had been a bit longer than expected. Geographically they were closer to Vacou and should’ve been the first stop home but that’s where changes were made. Nora had been real anxious of the orphans despite them being watched over, so a trip to Anima was the first drop off. Nora and Ren had felt a little bad but was assured by everyone they understand.

Next stop was Menagerie. It had been well into nighttime by the time the island was in view. The island was mostly lit up with lanterns though which proved very helpful. Technically there was no formal landing spot and finding a clear space was more annoying at night than it has a right to be. So that only left one real option....

Weiss:Okay you two, think you can jump from here? *opens door*

Yang:Yep!

Blake:You know I never thought Ozpin’s training on landing strategies would come up so frequently. Go figure... *jumps*

Yang:Well it’s been f-

Ruby:Hold on one second. *standing up*

Yang:Hmm?

Ruby:Yang I just want you to know that I love you. You’re the best sister I could’ve asked for. Actually, if I’m being honest with myself, you’ve also been like I mom to me more times than I can count. Don’t....don’t let me stand in th way of you becoming a real one.

Yang:*eyes widened* Dad told you, didn’t he?

Ruby:*nods* I know you’ll always consider my feelings in whatever you do in life. We’re both grownups now though and married. Take those leaps in life when Blake when you two are ready. It’ll be a little rough but I’ll back you up. I’m your sister and your leader; that’s sort my job. *smiles*

Yang was at a loss for words. The wind roaring from outside wasn’t doing her any favors either in terms of thinking. So she did what she always does when words fail her. Yang got physical. Her arms opened up and Ruby already knew what that meant. Ruby walked right into hug and enjoyed the warmth of her sister’s embrace before breaking apart and giving her nod. The older sister kissed her forehead and gave a nod back before hopping out the airship.

That conversation had taken more energy out of her than expected. It was short and to the point yet somehow managed to stir something in her. Maybe Tai was right when he said it was okay to wait to have that talk. Yang had been waiting a long time though and Ruby couldn’t bare the thought of hindering her sister’s life any more than she already had. Maybe what she needed was rest. Ruby found herself cuddling up under Jaune once again. His hand lulling her to a blissful sleep as it rubbed her head.

Ruby:Jaune....I....I......

Jaune:Ssssshhhh rest for now. I’ll wake you when we get there.

Ruby:*blushing* Okay.....

xxxx

Jaune:Ruby? *shakes her*

Ruby:Zzzzz

Jaune:*chuckles* Worn out to the bone.

Weiss:I can park a little closer to your house if you have to carry her.

Jaune:Nah it’s alright. I don’t mind a tiny walk.

Weiss:If you say so. You two take care now. You deserve it. Call me for anything.

Jaune:Awwww

Weiss:Yeah yeah, I’m a softie who cares. Honestly why is that still surprising?

Jaune:It’s just really satisfying.

He scooped Ruby up into his arm and walked towards the door. Weiss opened it for him and gave him a warm smile. “Have a nice night.” Jaune smiled and gave the heiress an unexpected peck on the cheek that made her do a double take while he walked off. “Fly home safe.”

She didn’t respond. Instead she let out a small chuckle and closed the door. Weiss was never one to turn down a little affection from her friends. Especially Ruby, Ren, Blake, or Jaune. Something about it was always nice and innocent.

Alone, Jaune walked to his home. Well, technically he wasn’t alone; just the only one conscious. He did not mind though. It was actually pretty nostalgic. Carrying Ruby had become one of the little requirements of knowing the girl for as long as he did; even before they started dating there were many times the girl had found her way into his arms. It’s been some time since last he had to do it however. She seemed lighter than usual. All those missions most likely had something to do with it. If he hadn’t stopped training then no doubt she’d feel like a feather to him. ‘I should get back to my routine soon. I’m lucky Nora didn’t say anything about my health or else she might’ve put me on her work out routine.” He shuttered at that thought.

The trek home had finally ended at his door step. Only a few weeks has passed but the house had already seemed a bit foreign. No lights were left on, no mail at the door, no anything. Just a simple house looking over a town from their rocky and sandy landscape. It was supposed to be their little world with room to do anything. Train, picnics, or whatever. He had hope his future child could feel free to stretch wings. Now this place seemed lonely and a reminder of what could’ve been. He continued to stare blankly at the front door before the click of the door knob snapped him out of the daze. Ruby had woken up and was unlocking the door from his arms.

Jaune:Y..You’re awake.

Ruby:Yep. About five minutes now. I’m surprised me wrestling with the keys didn’t startle you.

Jaune:Five minutes? *frowns* I’ve stood here that long?

Ruby:*pushing open door* Yeah. I’m actually happy you did. It gave me time to think.

Jaune:About?

Ruby did not answer. Instead she hopped out of his arms and grabbed his arms to slowly lead him in. Jaune flicked on the porch light and the living room to get a nice look at everything. A bit dusty to be expected. The kitchen and dining room looked undisturbed except for a chair slightly out of place. Jaune had been told Ozpin had been waiting for Ruby a couple days and. He expected that’s where the man sat. How he got into the house is an entirely different question he’d have to make sure to ask later.

All in all the first floor was fine. No doubt the second floor was as well, but it was that floor that made his blood freeze up. There’s a room up there that should have a his son in a crib but remains empty. Empty because he was too slow to find him. Cinder had taken two very important things from his life now. No amount of healing will change that fact.

Jaune:Ruby I-

Ruby:I’ve kept a secret from you.

Jaune:...What?

Ruby:I’ve kept a secret from you. For a little over a year now. I told you how I was scared how my life might change the day I told you I was pregnant. I never told you that the entire month before I told you I was debating. Debating on getting rid of it.

Jaune:......

Ruby:I still would’ve told you before I went through with it but that day never happened because my dad made me realize what I could possibly be throwing away. All that joy and experiences. It out weighed my previous fears and the thought of never knowing what I was giving up. *tightens grip*

Jaune:Why are you telling me this now.

Ruby:Because for a year I’ve had a nagging question in my head. Would losing my child by my own decision hurt less than someone else taking them away? Did I have the right answer the first time around? I’ve achieved my first dream of being a legendary huntress. That was always what I wanted then parenthood seemed to be tagged on in the last minute. I should feel a certain level of happiness from completing the one I wanted to do for so long but I don’t. Instead it feels like I’m only halfway to getting what I want. Reconnecting with you, standing in this house, I think I finally have my answer.

Ruby turns around to face him. Tears well up a little as she extends her left fist until it rests on his heart. Her eyes remain dim but filled with a since of purpose that Jaune watches slowly build until it forms into words.

Ruby:I may have only held Dustin once in my arms but there is no doubt in my mind that the feeling it gave me will always be a moment I don’t regret gaining; no matter the sorrow that followed after. So as long as you are with me and feel the same way I do, then one day when we are ready, we’ll get another chance to have that feeling. You and I will try again and put a baby in that crib I watched you struggle to build. *crying*

Jaune:*crying*.....hehe

Jaune:I did not struggle just so you know.

Ruby:Yeah sure you dummy. *sniffling*

Jaune:Have I told you I much I missed you.

Ruby:Show me instead.

Jaune:All I needed to hear.

To hell with the pain, the fear, and sorrow. All of it numbing as long as they stood by each other. Jaune pulled Ruby into a kiss she might as well jumped into; their tears being wiped by the other. There was no fever behind the kiss but an intense passion. A promise to keep going. Ruby pulled him down to her level and walked towards the couch where she stumbled backwards and Jaune fell on top of her. All while never breaking the kiss. Yeah they had a bed but it was also upstairs and right now that was still the last place they wanted to go. Finally they separated for air and they got a good look at each other. Puffy eyes and flushed faces. Not to mention a deep desire to not stop.

Jaune:Are you sure?

Ruby:Yang was right earlier about that look in my eye earlier. Except I wasn’t falling in love all over again; I never stopped loving you in the first place. Somewhere along the line, I guess I just forgot how good it felt to be with you. In your arms, kissing you, under you....I miss all those feelings. Please give them all back to me. I won’t squander them again.

Jaune:You never lost them in the first place.

He gave her a chaste kiss before working his way down to her neck. The subtle scent that came off her body. The tiny gasps of air that escaped between her lips when he bit down and the whimpers from his hands outlining her frame through Ruby’s clothing. Jaune had missed many things as well from being separated from his wife. Ruby wasn’t completely docile during this rekindling of affection. She had already placed her legs on each side of him and managed to fumble around with his belt long enough to finally unbuckle it.

Before she could get any farther, Jaune had guided her hands back up to the bottom of his shirt and then over his head. Workout or not, Ruby missed seeing the sight of her man shirtless. Even though it brought a pout to her face that he had stopped her from what she really wanted to see. “I was kinda in the middle of something you know?” He chuckled at his beautiful and flustered rose. “Someone is a bit eager.”

“Believe me when I say I’m more than ready for you know.” Ruby didn’t think her own words could make her any more flushed than she already was but she could feel her face get redder as her breath became more ragged. Jaune brought his left hand to her face and watched her lovingly lean into it. Everything she did managed to make his heart jump but Jaune was on a personal mission and no amount of beauty was going to prevent him from achieving it. He bent down towards her ear until she could feel his breath brush against it.“I’ve barely seen you all year. I’d like to change that and take my time with it. What’s a few more minutes of waiting?”

There was a base in his voice that made the girl gulp.That voice let him get away with a lot of things on a regular day; he might just get everything he asked for tonight. Ruby could tell that Jaune was teetering on the edge of restraint and it excited her. It was nice to know he was still interested in her on a physical and emotional level after everything. That made this all the more intense. The bottom of her dress was already bunched up way past her waist while he slid the top down along with her bra.”Well...?” Ruby said a bit anxiously as he burned the image of her into his mind. She knew he loved her but it was impossible to not got flustered when he looked at her so expose. “You’re beautiful.” Those words made it worth it. “Then stop teasing me already. The night is gonna be long enough already.” She had a point. He had is fill of foreplay and took one last look into Ruby’s eyes before he continued. “Let me know if you need a break.”

“Hehe, same to you my knight.” Indeed, it was gonna be a long night.

Part 10

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a-burning-tale · 3 years

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1st Writing Competition

Hello everyone! Welcome to the first writing competition between us, Kat and Tay! We will be basing our short stories off of the prompt above which we got from this blog: https://writingwithus.blogspot.com/

We are both starting our short stories at 18:30 our time, and will stop at 20:30. Hope you enjoy!

Kat’s entry 🌑 1.5k words:

“Of course I’ll be safe, Annie… Yes, yes, I know, I have you on speed dial… We clicked really well and-”

Three knocks sounded at the front door, alerting Rose to her company for the night.

“Hey, I’ll have to let you go, he’s here… Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, bye.” Rose closes her phone and does one last sweep of her look, smoothing down her midnight blue dress and fluffing her brown hair just enough for some extra volume. Exiting her room with a flourish, Rose sped walked to her front door, taking just a moment to calm her racing heart, and opened it.

Standing at the door, her date gave a shining smile and held out a bouquet of blue tulips. His black hair framed his face in natural layers, and his button up shirt and slacks matched her dress perfectly. He held out an arm in invitation.

Rose accepted the bouquet, and gave Colin an equally bright smile. She wrapped her arm around his after locking her door, and walked to his car. He opened her door, got into the driver’s seat, and drove them to the known high-end restaurant across town.

The two lovebirds entered and were given a window seat, courtesy of Colin’s extra tip for the seater. Once they had settled, small talk ensued, which then led into a deeper, more interesting talk.

“I personally love star gazing, the pitch black universe dotted with glowing orbs just fascinates me.” Colin’s deep and clear voice seemed to reverberate through Rose, causing her to relax.

“I love the stars too, there’s something peaceful to looking up into oblivion.” Rose responded with a lilt to her voice, utterly enamored.

This is going so well, it seems he already knows me and we’ve only been here for 20 minutes.

“Did you know that I’ll actually try to count the stars sometimes? I don’t know why, I’ve been doing it ever since I was a child. If I was ever bored at night, I would climb onto the roof and try to count.” Colin let out a deep chuckle from the fond memory, looking up to Rose’s hickory colored eyes to find them shimmering with delight.

“It’s kind of pointless to count the stars, you know?” A giggle escaped her mouth at that as she reached with her left hand for her glass of water, her right hand resting on her lap beneath the table.

“It’s also pointless to count freckles, but I know you have 24 on the edge of your right hand.” A smile plastered on his face, he turned after his comment and spoke to the waiter.

Rose stopped, confused, and stomach dropping. As he was talking, she did a quick count of her freckles, not even knowing the amount.

There were indeed 24, but she couldn’t let her fear show, just in case she was over thinking the comment. She looked back up as he was turning back towards her, and forced a pleasant smile on her face.

“What else do you know about me?” Her voice was still normal, thank goodness.

“Well, I believe you told me your favorite color was green, right?” His smile never faltered, and she let out a light chuckle to make a mask of lightheartedness.

“Right you are!” But we had never talked about our favorite colors. “Can you guess my favorite animal?”

“Hm… a lion!” Another smile from him.

“Right again!” Oh my god, what do I do?

“I also would bet that your favorite season is winter! Did I get that right?”

“You did! Are you like, psychic or something?” What do I do, what do I do?

“I know right? It’s like we’re meant for each other!” His smile seemed to broaden more if possible. Rose tried to broaden her smile, but failed.

“I have to use the restroom real quick, I’ll be right back.” She gives him a quick, tight lipped grin, and walks away, phone in hand.

As soon as Rose entered the bathroom, she was calling Annie.

“You were right, he’s not normal. I mean, he knew my favorite color, my favorite season, my favorite animal. He knew how many freckles I had on the outside of my right hand, Annie. How does anyone know that? I didn’t know that!” Rose’s voice became hoarse, her breathing ragged.

Annie’s smooth voice came through the phone. “Okay, slow down, what do you need me to do?”

“I don’t know, call the cops, come pick me up, something. I don’t want to be alone with this guy again.” Tears threatened to spill, fear starting to overcome her.

“Okay, okay, I’ll call the cops and let them know, where are you right now?”

“I’m at the fancy restaurant across town, you know, the expensive one.”

“The Collar?”

“Yes! Yes, The Collar!” Rose practically screamed.

“Okay, Rose, listen to me, you have to go back out there and pretend everything’s okay. Right after I get off the phone with you, I’ll call the police and have them bring you home. I’ll be waiting there, okay? Just stay calm, and don’t let him know you’re onto him, got it?”

“Yeah, okay, I can do that.” Rose took a few deep breaths, preparing to go out again. “I’ll see you later.” And the call disconnected.

Rose looked in the mirror, touched up her makeup, and went back to the table.

“Sorry that took so long! I guess something I ate yesterday didn’t settle too well.”

Colin’s face turned into one of confusion.

“I didn’t think you ate anything harsh yesterday, just some light pasta and garlic bread?” Colin’s emerald eyes bore into hers, a genuine question, waiting for an answer.

“Something could’ve been bad in the ingredients…” How? He couldn’t have known that. I didn’t send any pictures. I didn’t talk about what I ate. How?

“Oh well, at least you had a good night with your book and all. I know how much you enjoy relaxing after a long day with a few chapters from your favorite book, To Kill a Mockingbird. Harper Lee is a stunning author.”

Rose could feel the color draining from her face, and apparently Colin noticed too. He started stammering.

“I- I know because your friends told me!” Liar. “You know- Annie! She told me!”

Rose heard the sirens first, and noticed red and blue lights out the window.

“Annie doesn’t know you, doesn’t have your number, or have you on any social media. I’ve also never mentioned Annie to you. How do you know all of this?” Rose’s voice turned cold and sharp, and her hickory eyes dull.

“No-no, that’s not at all how it is. You’re taking this the wrong way. I’m just that good at guessing!” Colin looks at Rose, desperation in his eyes.

Rose keeps her stare dull.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Colin’s voice becomes unnervingly calm, dark even.

Rose glances down out the window, checking on the status of the policemen. She sees them parking, and decides to make her escape.

Quickly getting up, she grabs her belongings and moves to get away from the table. Colin’s fast however, and grabs her left wrist in a death grip, trying to pull her back to him.

Rose swivels over her left shoulder, and slams her flattened hand into Colin’s throat, causing him to release her wrist and go into a coughing fit. She hurries off out the door, and finds the officers just outside the restaurant entrance. She immediately introduces herself.

“I’m Rose, my friend Annie called you because of the guy I was on a date with. He’s right over there. Please, get him away from me. He’s crazy. I’m pretty sure he’s been stalking me. He knows my nightly routine, what I ate yesterday, stuff he shouldn’t know. I don’t know how he knows-”

“Ma’am, it’s alright, we’ll take care of it. Do you have a way home?” The policeman spoke to her while his partner went to confront Colin. His gentle face helped her calm her racing thoughts.

“No, he drove me here.”

“That’s alright, we’ll have another officer drive you home. Your friend told me that she’d drive to your house and wait for you there.”

“Yeah, that’s what she told me.”

“Good. Now let’s get you outside and away from him.”

Colin’s screaming echoed in the hallway, and slowly faded the farther away Rose and the policeman went.

When the two reached the police cars, Rose was greeted by another two officers, a man and a woman. She was ushered into the car before Colin came out, in hopes that he wouldn’t see her.

He didn’t notice in his frenzy.

The police officers entered the car, and drove her home, exactly to where Annie said was waiting. Rose hopped out of the car, thanking the two for getting her home safely, and ran to Annie, desperate for the touch of a trusted person.

Annie held her until she let go, looking her over for any injuries. When she was satisfied that Rose had received none, the two walked into the house, Annie speaking to her.

“Let’s give you a proper date now. I’ll make you some pasta, I already brought over some wine - red moscato, your favorite - and we can get some garlic bread going. Sound good?”

Rose looked at Annie with a smile.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

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Tay’s entry ❤ 1.3k words:

It was the perfect night to finally take the most beautiful girl in 12th grade, Heather Farley, out on a proper date. She has a perfect frame, which she complimented with a cute sunflower dress and sandals. Also, her eyes are the deepest shade of blue that almost make her irises disappear. She is a new student, and seems to have every class with me. In fact, that is how I first noticed her. She became my lab partner for Chemistry and saved me from mixing the wrong substances that would have had the school smelling like gym socks for weeks.

I found this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that I have been hiding from even my close friends, in fear they would just turn it into another ‘hot spot’ for making out and talking about that season’s team making it to State. It has an open terrace in the back, lit up with stringed lights and lanterns at each table as soon as the sun goes down. They mostly serve finger foods, but what I go for is my favorite milkshake. I have it down to a science really; you have the chocolate ice cream of course, with two shots of espresso, chocolate chips, whipped cream and two cherries (that I let sink to the bottom to soak up the flavors).

As Heather and I are walking from the bus station to the restaurant, she gingerly slides her hand into mine, and she visibly seems content. She casually leans her head on my shoulder as the restaurant comes into view.

“Wonderful night, don’t you think Alex?”

I smile and answer. “It sure is Heather. Are you ready to eat at the best place on earth?”

“‘Best place on earth, huh? You seem pretty confident that I will like this place.” She softy laughs and suddenly lets go of my hand. “Race you to the front door.” No sooner did those words escape her mouth that she already had a huge gap on me. Being the fastest runner in our school’s division, it was effortless for me to catch up to her.

As we both tried to catch our breath, she squints at me and says, “You could have at least let me win, Mr. Track Star.” We both laugh and I apologize. We calm down and smooth out our clothing and walk to the door. Before I can open it, my phone starts to go off. I quickly scramble through my pockets but realize that it was just my friend calling and not my mother.

“Is everything okay, Alex?” Heather asks me.

“Oh! Ya, it’s just my friend, Tyrone. He probably forgot to do his homework again. Would you mind going in and getting us a table, I don’t get service in there.” She looks a bit upset but then her expression quickly changes, and she happily nods her head and walks in. I walk to the side of the building and answer my phone.

“What do you want, Tyrone? I don’t know if you remember, but I am on a date.” I say with a little bit of edge in my tone.

“Awe, come on man! I was just checking in on you, you never know with these girls. Besides, you never told me which hottie you were going with, just wanted to make sure I didn’t call my man’s date for a night cap.” You could hear him pause for a moment before he completely busted out laughing. “As if I have any girls’ number. But, no, for real, who is the lucky girl?”

“Really funny man. And I did tell you, but you were too busy looking at yourself in the mirror after practice. It’s Heather Farley, the new girl in our grade.”

There was a pause and then, “Wait, there are two Heather’s? The only Heather I know is the one who seemed to have some work done or finally knew what make-up and shampoo were over the summer. Same Heather who hasn’t shown up for her classes all semester.”

Confused I start in again, “That Heather? I haven’t seen her yet this year. I thought she had glasses, this Heather doesn’t have glasses.”

Tyrone scoffs, “Dude, I don’t know. I guess just see what her deal is. She might be trying to be someone new, re-inventing herself. Hey, the guys just got here. Don’t have too much fun!” With that, my phone goes black, and I roll my eyes. I smooth out my hair one last time and smell my breath before going into the restaurant.

As I walk in I see the hostess playing a game on her phone, so I look around for Heather and immediately see her sitting in the terrace area. I waved at her and gestured to the hostess, who had finally looked up, that I was headed outside. She nodded her head and gave me a menu. Once I walked back outside to the terrace, I noticed that Heather was actually sitting in the exact spot that I always sit at when I come here by myself.

“I thought this would be a good place to sit at. Perfect for our first date, don’t you think?” I simply just nod and sit down.

The waiter comes out and instantly recognizes me, “I assume the usual, sir?” As if I was going to order anything else.

“Yes, please! Thank you.” I hand him my menu, and then he looks at my date.

“And for you, young lady?” I look at Heather, and it doesn’t even look like she has looked at her menu.

I quietly whisper to her, “It’s okay if you need more time.” She smiles and shakes her head.

“No, I am ready. I will have the rye turkey sandwich with mustard instead of mayonnaise. The pickles and tomato slices on the side. And for my drink I would like a chocolate milkshake.” The waiter looks at me with what I assume is the same look of confusion that I must have, seeing how that is exactly what and how I order my meal. Then she continues, “Actually, I would like to modify that milkshake. I would like two shots of espresso, chocolate chips, whipped cream, and two cherries please.” Then the waiter smiles and looks at me as if I was a master-mind.

“Really cute you two, but you could have saved me some time by just asking for double. Your milkshakes will be out soon.” Then he walks off, as I continue to sit in confusion.

I look over at Heather, and she is looking up at the night sky. “How do you know what I order here?”

She smiles and doesn’t answer my question.

I ask again, “How do you know what I order here, Heather? I always come here by myself. So how do you know?”

Again, she does not answer my question. She slowly looks at me and says, “You know, I love watching things, watching people. I even like counting the stars.”

I am completely dumbfounded at this. “It’s pointless to count stars.”

She quickly looks at me with a serious expression. “It’s also pointless to count freckles, but I know you have 24 on the edge of your right hand."

Thinking she is just messing with me, I scoff. “Good one, Heather.” She laughs and looks back up at the stars, staring at them a little too intently.

Thinking nothing of it, I casually look at my right hand and somehow end up counting the freckles I have never counted before. . .

22...

23...

24.

I freeze. I look over my hand as if it is hiding more freckles from me. It feels like someone turned on the A/C outside because my body is littered with goosebumps.

I look at Heather again, and see her staring straight at me.

“I told you.”

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Let us know in the comments who won this time! We appreciate those of you who have supported us thus far, and we hope to see more of you within the coming weeks. Stay safe! Don’t die! And make sure you know how many freckles you have!

-Tay ❤

-Kat 🌑

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tev-the-random · 5 years

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Why I Love... Lord Shen

Warning: it might sound a bit comedic, but that’s how I generally sound when I’m excitedly exposing my discoveries.

Warning 2: I took about 99.9% of the images directly from the film, most of them are for illustrating whatever I’m affirming, I DO NOT OWN THEM AT ALL!

Warning 3: this is long. Reeeally long.

Kung Fu Panda 2 has a special place in my heart: one of my favorite movies, possibly my favorite animated movie ever! Everything in this movie is downright amazing: the animation, the score, the relationship between the characters, the development they had from the previous movie, all the fight scenes, the way they treat certain subjects of family and identity, the new characters... And, of course, the villain.

Let me tell you, Lord Shen is quite the antagonist. The peacock was quick to steal my heart and become one of my favorite characters. That struck me as odd: what makes him so fascinating? I was determined to find out, so I started analyzing! And oh boy: this is one complex character. Much more than I initially thought!

I re-watched Kung Fu Panda 2 three times in a roll: first casually, second with production commentary, and third with my own analytical look. I might have a problem.

Here you have my notes from that adventure:

First of, he’s Gary Oldman. Gary Oldman is an impeccable actor and the voice he gave Shen was simply perfect, so yeah.

“He isn’t obviously physically strong, but he’s very cunning, very smart...”. Let’s give it to him: he’s got to be really intelligent. He created his own massively destructive weapon from scratch, he orchestrated this whole plan by himself, he’s (almost) always one step ahead of everybody... And he couldn’t possibly have all those wolves and gorillas working for him for years if he at least didn’t know how to convince people.

He’s a leader. He’s a boss. He’s an emperor. He knows what needs to be done and he expects it to be done.

But hey, even like that, he still believes in hard work and doing things on his own - say what you want, but making strategies actually takes a lot of work. We can also say that he acknowledges there are certain things in life only he can do for himself.

He has this “peacock thing” where he’s “sort of proud, entitled (...) in spades!”, like a person who would say ‘Don’t you know who I am?!’ upon meeting someone. He has this sense of importance. He thinks his goals and himself are so important, Heck, he literally likes to tower over the city!

(couldn’t find many GIFs, but oh well. The camera backs away from him to show the full perspective of this freaking peacock on the top of the tower, towering over the city)

“He doesn’t have to hide”: He’s a big, theatrical, dramatic show-off. He just comes back to Gongmen from his exile and takes “his own tower” thinking ‘Ok, I’ll make my entrance right through the front door at a moment when all the masters can see me and know for sure that sh*t’s going down, but I’ll be completely calm and collected as I do so.’ Even when he’s supposedly won, as he’s crossing the city with his boats full of weapons, he clearly enjoys making quite the scene.

(Look who’s talking!)

So much of a show off, his cannons are actually designed as this fire-breathing demon, so people would know to fear him and the kind of power he had. It’s intimidating in a ‘LOOK AT MY CANNONS!’ kind of way.

He’s a perfectionist. No other words needed.

He’s also tremendously arrogant. Because he created this “unstoppable weapon” and has all weaponry at his command, he thinks he’s outdone everyone else. He thinks that his plans are fail-proof; he underestimates everyone.

Despite that, he’s not completely stupid to assume he can do everything on his own. He knows he needs help to succeed sometimes, even though he will take all the credit; that’s why he has his little army.

His arrogance also shows when he tries to get the Soothsayer to tell him his fortune, and yet, he still insists that she’s wrong - even when she’s clearly oh so right! Although, this also shows his fear of the prophecy and how he won’t admit his own mistakes (more on that later).

Speaking of the Soothsayer, he does seem to be rather fond of her. Even if he tries to insult her and breaks her fortune-telling-magic-smoke-bow every now and then, he did keep her around mostly for company and for being petty proving her wrong. He didn’t harm her or lock her up like he did with the masters; he put up with her mannerisms even if they were annoying; he reflects at least a little on her words, which he doesn’t with anyone else; and he even “sets her free” when he’s about to begin his crazy conquering scheme, giving her time to settle somewhere safe. I mean, as far as things go with this peacock, this is really sweet.

Still about the Soothsayer, she said something quite interesting at one point: she said Shen wanted more than just ruling Gongmen City... What did she mean? What more? Did he want to conquer more territory? To innovate the city? Was he doing this (whatever she meant he was doing, specifically) for his own ambitions or only to impress his parents? Maybe both? I honestly can’t answer these specific questions...

Another little important something the Soothsayer said: she could never have foretold that Shen would do something like that, to massacre an entire people... Seeing how this was a very unpredictable move on his part, I find it safe to say he wasn’t like that when he was young; he wasn’t this completely violent, ruthless peafowl we see now...

We can say that Shen is a rather curious peacock: he tried to find something different about the fireworks; him finding about how dangerous they could be might as well have been some sort of breakthrough for him, some new, fascinating theory to be explored... Besides, he did want to have the Soothsayer tell him his new fortune, now that he “proved the old one wrong”.

The guy thought he had everything right. Finding out there was still a panda alive was like... getting punched in the face... really hard.

He’s terrified of his own destiny, really.

Shen’s expectations about Po before meeting him are terrifying, specially as he thinks - with reason - that this panda is here only for his neck.

Needless to say, he was kind of disappointed with the result of the meeting. And relieved. But really disappointed, he was ready for a fight!

For most of the time, he’s a no-nonsense kind of guy, but he has his fun.

(Gotta love how he just cracks laughing and swiftly gets back his composure. Gary Oldman, ladies and gentlemen)

Much like any other villain in this franchise, he is quick to underestimate Po due to his silliness. This does give our panda some advantage.

Some adjectives the production crew gave to him: “very twisted, demented guy”, “intense”, “intimidating”, “really cruel” and “so mean!”. He doesn’t hesitate to hurt people physically or emotionally. So, even if he regrets his actions a little bit - again, more on that later -, that doesn’t keep him from being amused around others’ pain. He’ll use whatever means he can to achieve his goals.

I’ll say it: the years of exile made him quite the sadistic b*tch. In a way, he just wants to see it all burn, like ‘blood, heck yeah!’.Yeah, he’s a goddarn maniac for the most part.

What makes him more remarkable as an antagonist than Tai Lung or Kai - don’t get me wrong, I love them both! But I’m setting a perspective, just bare with me here - is that he makes this personal in a much deeper way. Neither Tai Lung nor Kai had anything against the protagonist personally; they had something against the Dragon Warrior, which so happened to be Po. But Shen? Oh no, he didn’t give a crap about this Dragon Warrior thing, he wanted Po.

Not only that, but Po wanted him. Our sweet big panda had no personal correlation with the other two antagonists: he was out to stop them mainly because it was right - and to protect his friends, of course. But when it came to Shen, he had something Po desperately needed to know, he directly and indirectly affected Po’s life. Shen makes this a personal mission for the protagonist and for himself.

Once he’s finally managed to emotionally throw Po off - which makes it all so much more amusing for him - he gets “more out of control” and he’s “growing in his instability and sense of power”, which makes him mad and excited at the same time. He starts to sound like me when I find a really good plot idea for a story, but then a PANDA COMES AND RUINS EVERYTHING, so he notices he has no more time to fancily fool around and they need to ‘GET TO WORK NOW!’

At this point in life, he clearly mocks his parents’ memory. ‘F*ck the tapestry, f*ck the throne, f*ck the tower, f*ck their eternal peace after death.’

He is a walking contradiction: he’s nostalgic, yet he mocks the past; He wants to tend to the future, yet he’s stuck in the past...

(You know how he says scars don’t heal? I believe he looks at his “scars” a lot...)

He desperately wants to prove himself. To himself. And to his parents. And to his opponents. And to the Soothsayer. Ok, he wants to prove himself so bad, he actually needs all of China to know what he can do.

This all means a lot to him. Even if he plays some of it as a dark joke, it really means to him almost as much as it means to Po - albeit with different meanings.

He did his whole genocidal thing at the beginning solely to stop the prophecy from happening. This, however, had many intertwined objectives to fulfill:

It would guarantee he could keep doing his firework research - what other fascinating things could he discover? Apart from “fireworks can kill”, that is.

It would quite literally save his life - for all he knew, “defeated by a warrior of black and white” could mean anything from getting his gunpowder taken away from him to actually getting murdered. I’d say he took it as the latter.

It would, at least in his mind, make his parents proud - I can see him getting back from the panda village with something similar to ‘Mother! Father! I cheated destiny! I cheated death! I led my men to success, I shall be a great leader, one that can’t be stopped!’. Yes, he was proud of what he did back then.

This does not change the fact that it was ruthless and brutal and horrible, but is his perspective, he was on a mission. In his mind, he wasn’t wrong. His parents didn’t want to listen to him, they were being unfair! He truly believes he’s been wronged, and now the world owns him something.

This led him to believe - probably along with other past conflicts - that his parents absolutely hated him, their only child, and that he was banished as to be gotten rid of. It hurt.

He won’t admit it, but he doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. I mean, he wants to prove a point, but he has no idea where to go next. He lost himself in his pursue for power and vengeance, when actually...

... He’s hurt. He’s felt betrayed for a long time and he bases himself on that to justify further mistakes on his part. Thanks to the Soothsayer, we get to see that he knows he’s made mistakes, he knows the path he’s following is not the only - and probably not the right - way for him to go, he knows he can change his course right here, right now. But he won’t do so...

The moment he learned that his parents actually loved him and that he actually misunderstood their actions, it throws him off balance. This is him realizing - and still not admitting - he’s hurt, he hurt people who cared about him and that it was his own actions that brought him to that. Right at this moment, with the Soothsayer extending her hand, he’s faced with a choice.

He had a choice. He chose this path. He’s so far gone into his own hurt, revenge and fear, he won’t ever admit he’s the one who’s been wrong this entire time. He takes a path he knows is wrong because he can’t admit his own fault, he has to blame someone else.

He doesn’t want to be redeemed, he wants to be justified.

After he’s consciously made that choice, he sort of comes to terms with it. That’s his goal and he’s going to see it to the end, he’s not going to stop.

He learns from his enemies, so most of the time he knows what to expect from them. When he learns from Po, he gets confident and doesn’t even try to put that much of a fight; he knows Po is basically fighting himself - although, Shen will try to give him a hand at it whenever possible.

(With the wings behind his back, what a beast...)

Hey, he knows what he did, and he won’t hesitate to use it against Po, as, once again, he learned from their previous encounter.

(’Oh, does my tail disturb you? Cool, I’ll make sure to keep that in mind every time we meet.’)

He projects. When he claims to Po that “Your parents didn’t love you”, he’s actually talking about himself and his own pain in regards of his own parents. He wants to hurt Po by saying that, yes, but that’s one of the first times he’s actually been able to “put voice to what he’s been feeling” until now.

Once he thinks he’s finally won, he gets waaaay too excited. And waaaaaaay too confident. He rubs his victory in everybody’s faces! Now, he sure is peacocky, eeeeey!

That seems to be a constant characteristic of him: he gets too confident when he’s winning and absolutely desperate when he’s losing.

Either all people are with him or against him, and whoever is against him shall perish, even if they were previously on the same team - the only exception to this, maybe, being the Soothsayer.

(He freaking killed his own second in command just because the guy refused to fire at their own men!)

He takes what he can - again, he’ll do whatever it takes to reach his goals: ‘Can’t fire? Send the armies! My armies are losing? I’ll fire on my own! They’re destroying our cannons? Well, do what, KEEP FIRING! Everything went down in literal flames? I’ll fight until the end!’

If he sets his mind to something - be it revenge, killing Po or conquering all China - he won’t give up until he’s either victorious or dead (he went for the latter).

“See, that’s the thing, Shen. Scars heal.”

“No they don’t. Wounds heal.”

I believe what Shen really means here is that some problems are too harmful for people to let go of them. He thought his problems were a scar that could never be healed, so he had cope with the pain by himself with revenge, but he could never find peace. He thought the problems he caused Po were a scar that couldn’t be healed, too; he thought that Po, too, would seek revenge to deal with his pain, that Po, too, would never find peace. But he did. And Shen found himself amazed... and afraid; more afraid than he was of Po’s vengeance.

A little something before I say my final notes: let’s quickly analyse Shen’s fighting style, because the animators deserve attention for their wonderful job - also, it connects to the next note, so...

He uses his opponents moves against them;

He uses height as an advantage;

PROJECTILES!

Use them weird bird knees for some curious yet efficient movements;

He uses his sword - which is actually a weird looking yanyuedao/guan dao - a lot;

He uses his claws a lot, too;

Block-attack movements;

He uses his tail as both distraction and a defense in quite the clever way;

It’s like a dance: agile, swift, smooth, precise with a lot of twists.

He fights more for self-defense than anything. He has cannons and an army, why bother taking offence on his own?

The exception to this is during his last battle with Po, where he attacks on close combat: here, Shen lost his mind completely. He starts attacking recklessly, he loses precision, he uses every last bit of strength he has in him. He’s just... He’s really mad.

(I’d have to put the whole fight here to illustrate exactly that, but unfortunately, there’s not such GIF... Oh well, I’ll trust you know what I mean)

One final note to this analysis, about Shen’s last moments:

I’ve seen lots of people discussing what his final scene meant, when he closes his eyes and quietly accepts his death - he even turns to face the falling cannon in the last second - and most of them seem to think that that’s Shen finally finding his inner peace. But I don’t think that’s quite it. Taking everything I described here, it doesn’t seem to align too well...

What I think happened - and of course, I could be totally wrong - is that this is when Shen finally takes the blame for himself. Here, to his face, is the final undeniable proof that his actions can have negative consequences for him. He’s been facing those consequences for years, but only now can’t blame someone else. He cut all the strings that held the cannon. It wasn’t Po, it wasn’t the Five, it wasn’t his men, it wasn’t his parents, it was him.

It’s all over: his men are dead, all his cannons just exploded, he can’t win anymore, even if he kills Po. He caused his own defeat already, why keep fighting? So now, as the last thing he does in his life, he’s facing consequences forward in the most honorable way he can in those few seconds; either that be a way of saying sorry and finally admitting he was wrong or a way to set his own destiny, not defeated by a panda, but by himself. It’s a bit of both, I think.

So, why do I love Lord Shen? Between his mannerisms and evilness, he’s a very complex, deep character with an underestimated mind and, like any person, his own issues to be afraid of. Yes, he screwed up really bad, but I think he just made the wrong choices...

(Besides, he’s Gary Oldman, come on!)

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